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Chapter 7: Dinner and a Show
As I laid there, frozen in my bed, my mind raced over what I'd just heard on the phone. Did Ryan know more than he let on about what happened when he was massaging me, and when I was massaging him?
A pregnant pause, and then laughter from the other end. "I'd better let you go," Ryan said, breaking the tension. "Have a good nap!" And then the line went dead.
Maybe it was just a joke then, my mind said, trying to ease my anxiety. Whatever the case was, it was going to be hard to sleep now.
After distracting myself with a few YouTube videos, I did finally take my mind off the Ryan situation to fall asleep for a bit. I woke up around 6 in the evening to the sound of Dan walking through the front door for his usual mooch-food-off-my-parents session. He was a 20-year-old with a somewhat successful job at a tech startup that allowed him to work out of the gorgeous apartment with his girlfriend of three months. You'd think he would be able to afford his own groceries and be enough of a big boy to make his own food. But the allure of free food kept him coming back, clinging to an essence of his childhood like an Italian bachelor clings to his mama.
Mom and Dad didn't seem to mind. At least he had his own place. At least it was only for a few hours. And at least he wasn't causing them anymore problems. I'm not sure how much they knew about his rampant sex life, how much they knew about his promiscuity -- with both guys and both girls -- but at least he was never into drugs or booze or crime. At least he got somewhat decent good grades. But the pranks and practical jokes nearly sent my parents to an early grave. They took their headaches with their blessings when it came to him.
When it came to me, it was clear I was different. I was way more mellow, less of a social butterfly. No sports meets or after school activities for me. My parents bought me a computer one year for my birthday, and that solidified my role as an isolationist -- give me Internet access and coding software and I could pacify myself for days, weeks, sometimes even months.
The Internet also opened the door to another interest of mine: Sex. With something like 30 percent of the Internet being porn (I read that somewhere, but I can't remember where), it was bound to happen. I'm sure I wasn't the only 11, 12, 13-year-old who not only stumbled on it by accident but also actively sought it out. My hand and my dick became my best friends when I finally put that porn to use when I was 12. Walking in on Dan and his buddy two years earlier, now it suddenly all made sense. Sex by yourself is amazing fun. Sex with someone else was likely way, way better. But my social awkwardness would keep any sexual exploration to a solo participation activity.
Until I went to the nude beach with Ryan, that is. I'm not sure getting a massage, jizzing on my towel and then accidentally dropping a glo of cum on Ryan's back counted for anything, but it's definitely the closest I came to doing anything sexual with another person in my life. Dan, no doubt, was fucking people by this stage in his life. Or getting fucked, whatever the case.
Porn and sex were deep interests in mine. But I always wondered if maybe that was just a sign of raging teen hormones and perhaps a lack of immaturity. It ran counter to my outward image of a calm, collected, introverted, mature self-starter, so I just never let anyone in on it. My parents and Dan, being the complete opposite on a social level -- and Dan on the sexual level -- no doubt they saw the condoms in my drawer as maybe a sign something in me was changing. Something they, maybe, could relate to.
Part of me wanted to let them in on it. No, I'm ont that different from you! Well, yeah, I'm a little different, but I'm also a little relatable. But I still had to wall myself off. Maybe they'd embarrass me, and once you open that door, you can't easily close it.
I overthink things a lot. Dan was the first person to sort of point that out, and I never thought he was wrong about it. I just can't ever seem to figure out how to shut that part of my brain off. Best I can hope for is I fall in with people who can appreciate that, or at the very least, see past it.
Ryan was easy to talk with. At the beach. At the diner. Even over text. I found myself enjoying his company. It helped he was one of the "cool" kids. That validated something in me. I still felt a little reserved, but also felt myself opening up more. If he knew about what happened on the towel, on his back, would it mess things up? And, worse, how would Dan use this against me in one of his practical jokes later? He can never find out about this. Never.
"Jamie! Dinner!" Dad yelled up the stairs. It's 2017. Why he didn't just text this to me, I don't know. Parents, sometimes...
"Jamie! Wake up and get your dinner!" Dad said again. Oh, I guess that's why he didn't text. He thought I was asleep.
"I'm coming!" I yelled back.
"Well when you're finished cumming, come get your dinner!" Dan yelled, joing Dad on the stairs. I heard the two of them laughing.
"Ugh," I groaned softly as I got out of bed. Shirtless, I stretched out, allowing my feet to touch the ground while my arms raised themselves up to the sky. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, walked over to my dresser and found a shirt and shorts to put on. A few minutes later, I was downstairs at the kitchen table.
"How was your cum?" Dan said, smirking. Dad chuckled at the joke.
"Shut up," I said. I balled my hand into a fist and punched him in the arm.
"Ow!" Dan yelled. "The fuck was that for?"
"For earlier," I said. "That wasn't funny."
"See, that's where you and I disagree," Dan said while Dad tried to stifle his laughter. "I thought it was hilarious, as did our father."
"You suck," I replied.
"Well, if anyone would be an expert at sucking, it'd be you."
This had Dad rolling. It was such a juvenile joke; I guess our dad was easily amused. I clearly didn't get the humor gene that the rest of the family pool shared.
"What's for dinner?" I asked when the laughter subsided.
"Chicken parmesan," Dad said.
"Didn't we just have this last night?" I complained.
"Yeah, and we're having it again tonight," Dan said.
"What's the problem?" Dad said.
"We just had this last night," I said, repeating myself as if I wasn't clear the first time around.
"Hey, there are people in Africa right now who would kill for chicken parmesan," Dan said.
"Well, if you get the box, I'll fill out the FedEx label and we can mail it to them," I retorted. "Charge it to your card."
"What's wrong with the same dinner two nights in a row?" Dad asked. "You went to the beach two days in a row."
"That's different," I said. "I had a reason."
"What was the reason?"
I grabbed one of the styrofoam clamshell boxes with the chicken parmesan, opened it and started in on my dinner. "I ran into a classmate there, and he left his frisbee behind. Had to make sure he got it back."
"Oh yeah, how is Ryan?" Dan asked, a smile on his face.
"Ryan, huh?" Dad said, clearly getting ready for a tease.
"Ryan, yes," I responded, turning my attention to Dan next. "He's fine, as you're well-aware. You saw him yesterday at the diner."
"So was this like a date-date?"
"No, nothing like that. Just hanging out. I've honestly never even spoken to him until yesterday."
"I thought he was in your class?" Dad asked.
"He was. I mean, he is. We just hung out, that's all."
"Where's he live?"
"I don't know, somewhere here in town."
"East side? West side? North side?"
"I don't know, Dad."
"Wait a second," Dan started. "If he lives here in town, why did I have to drive you a half-hour to the city to go to the beach?"
Honestly, I thought, that never occurred to me. I could have just as easily met up with him somewhere in town to give him back his frisbee.
"Dunno," I said. "He said he was going to the beach today, so that's where we decided to meet up."
"Well," Dad said, turning back to Dan, "that explains the condoms."
"Exactly!" Dan said, pointing his index finger at the sky as if Dad, assuming the role of Doctor Watson, had just made a brilliant deduction.
"Shut up," I replied.
"Yeah, Dan, why don't you send those to Africa too?" Dad said, chuckling.
"Already claimed by Ryan," I said without thinking, realizing the second those words escaped my mouth I would wind up regretting it.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Dan and Dad said loudly in unison.
"Shut up! Not like that!" My face was turning red. "Let's change the subject. Dan, how's that dumbass app idea working out for you?"
"James, language," Dad reminded me.
"What, he can buy me condoms but I can't call him a dumbass?"
"He's 20-years-old, lives on his own and supports himself."
"And he still comes over here every night for dinner," I pointed out.
"What, you don't want me coming over here little bro?" Dan questioned with a mock expression of sadness on his face. He stuck out his lip. "You don't want quality big brother time?"
I looked at him and scoweled. Normally, I'd have some kind of sharp comeback to that, but after the conversation with Ryan earlier in the day...I don't know. It just didn't feel comfortable to put Dan in his place. He loved me, in his own weird way, and maybe I didn't appreciate that enough. For the first time, I deliberated over what I might say, or whether it was better to let it go, just in case there'd be any hurt feelings that couldn't be undone.
So instead of saying something crass, I just looked at hime blankly, and then went back to my dinner.
"Spring break's almost over," Dad said. "Any plans for the rest of your week?"
"Not really," I said. "Might head back to the beach later in the week. Haven't really decided yet."
A pause. And then... "The app is doing just fine, by the way," Dan said. "Nearly secured another round of VC money."
"Maybe you'll be able to chip in for dinner sometime then," I quipped.
"Mom and Dad don't need my help," Dan said. "They seem to be doing just fine on their own."
"You know, some Silicon Valley millionaires treat their parents to a house or an exotic trip or something," I said, then turned to Dad. "Dan will just keep coming here as long as the food is free."
"Your mother and I don't mind," Dad said. "It's nice having everyone under one roof. You'll see."
"Mom's not here," I stated. "Not everyone under one roof."
Another pause. "Well, kiddo, your mom works hard during the night, and I'm there during the day. It's tough, but we make it happen. Someone's got to be around the house to make sure things are okay!"
"I'm 14 years old, Dad," I pointed out. "You guys can work the same shift."
"Well, it's not just that," Dad said. "We also have to make sure one of the owners is around to keep an eye on that place too."
"That seems to make more sense," I said. "But still, would be nice to have the house to myself sometime."
"So you can put those condoms to use?" Dan joked.
"Fuck you," I said back.
"Woah! James!"
"Yeah, Jamie, you kiss Ryan with that mouth?" Dan laughed.
I could feel myself getting annoyed. I excused myself from the table and headed back up the stairs, leaving Dan and Dad to sit awkwardly. Someone must've said something funny, because they both were laughing a few seconds after I'd reached my bedroom.
I stepped inside and pulled my shorts off, tossing them into a corner of the room. I went over to my dresser, pulled off my shirt and grabbed an oversized t-shirt out of a drawer, putting it on in one swift move.
I looked at the clock: 7 p.m. Too early to go to sleep. I grabbed my laptop off a shelf near my dresser and walked it over to my bed. Plopping down in the center, I powered up the computer and clicked onto Facebook.
I very rarely checked my Facebook profile. I only had around two dozen friends -- mostly teen coders I had met through various groups. Groups were a great way to get inspiration for an app or a service, and get help with a piece of code when I wasn't sure how to do something or when something wasn't working right. Normally I was stingy with my friends list, but some of the people in the groups were people I really respected, people I'd grown digitally close with, people who were smart and encouraging. People who I connected with. And then there was, of course, Dan, who I added mostly out of obligation. Because, you know, we're family.
I hadn't logged on since spring break began, so when I logged on there were the usual messages waiting for me from coders asking for help on an app or seeing what I was up to. But there was also something else I wasn't expecting: A friend request from Ryan waiting for me to accept it. I figured I'd popped up in Ryan's suggestions when he added my phone number to his contact list.
Ryan Liam Landler. Even his name sounded cool. Of course, I accepted as soon as I saw it -- forgetting momentarily about the awkward end to our conversation earlier until it was too late.
A few moments after I pressed accept, a message window popped up. It was from Ryan: "Hey squirt!"
"Hey," I typed back, clicking on his profile next. Might as well check him out while I'm here, I thought.
"How was your nap?"
"It was alright," I wrote. "Didn't sleep as much as I probably needed to."
"How was the fap before? LOL."
I paused, waiting to see if he'd say something like, haha, just joking, or something like that. But nothing came of it.
"No fap," I wrote back.
"Really? Figured the beach would have provided some fap material! Haha."
"Maybe for later, LOL," I wrote, even though I wasn't laughing out loud. To be fair, though, I doubt most people are when they type that.
"Or maybe you're tapped out for the day, haha."
"What do you mean?"
"I know what happened," Ryan wrote back.
"What?" I asked, playing dumb but also hoping he wasn't talking about...
"You busting your nut when I was massaging you," he wrote. Okay, so he knew. He continued: "Why do you think I've been calling you squirt all day?"
"Sorry."
"Why? Don't be. I'm kind of flattered actually."
"Oh?" I wrote. I felt my cock twitch in my boxers.
"Yeah. I'm also pretty mad."
Shit. I knew it. He was pissed. But he didn't seem pissed...
"Sorry again."
"Well this time you should be," he wrote. "I mean, jizzing on my back, really man?
Well, he knew about that too. "Like I said, I'm really sorry."
"If you're going to jizz on me, why not on my face? Haha."
I couldn't tell if he was kidding or not. "LOL," I wrote back.
"I'm serious. All you had to do was let me know. We could have had some fun!"
Wow. Ryan was more bold on here than he was on the phone or on text. I was starting to wonder if this was another prank by Dan...but then again, how would he know this much detail?
"That is, if you were down," he wrote.
"Maybe next time," I wrote back, leaving the door open but not committing right away. Online, I was definitely more bold too. "Not sure where we would have done it," I added, leaving out the fact that I'd seen him and Colin getting busy, so I definitely knew where it was possible. Then I added: "Why didn't YOU suggest it?"
"Almost did," he wrote. "But I didn't want to overwhelm you." A few seconds later: "When you stripped you had a boner, but then you laid on your tummy. When you blew your load, I figured I blew my chance to ask."
"Eh."
"And there are definitely places to do it. Today was kind of subtle, but sometimes you'll see people giving each other handjobs and blowjobs right there in the middle of the crowd, haha."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I didn't see anyone doing it today though. It doesn't always happen, but it does happen. Usually guys go behind that large rock though. There's a stone path and then smaller rocks. Find an empty plot and get down."
"Gotcha."
"When I went to take my piss, that's where I went. When I ran into Colin. Didn't bring this up earlier, but we had a little fun behind one of those rocks today."
My dick got a little harder at the sound of this. Of course, I knew exactly what "a little fun" meant, because I'd seen some of that fun myself.
"Oh nice," I wrote back.
"Fuck yeah it was," he wrote. "So what are you doing?"
"Killing time before bed," I wrote back. "Might do some coding. You?"
"Honestly, before I messaged you, watching porn, haha."
Well that explained the bluntness. He was horny. "Oh yeah?" I wrote back. "Don't let me interrupt, haha."
"You weren't, haha, I messaged you," he said. "Also, who says I stopped?"
"Haha. Doesn't sound like a bad idea, might do the same here in a bit," I wrote. My dick was more than semi-hard. It definitely made an outline in my boxers. A little harder, and it would slip out the buttonless fly.
"Go for it man, you watch porn?"
"Who doesn't?"
"Only guys who lie, haha. What do you like to watch?"
This conversation was turning me way on. I could feel my dick pulsing as my erection grew harder and harder with every passing second.
"I have a bookmarks folder with stuff I like, but mostly look for new stuff," I wrote. "Start with a video, then bounce around the suggestions until something does the job. How about you?"
"Whichever torrent finishes first, haha," he wrote back. "Straight stuff, gay stuff, all depends on my mood. College dorm fucks, twinks, that one where dudes and chicks fuck on a bus, that one where the dude thinks he's getting blown by a chick on the bus but then they blindfold him and it's actually a dude. Haha I love that one."
Rock hard now, the head of my cock stuck straight out of my boxers. I pulled my shirt up over my head and scooted toward the top of the bed so my shirtless back was flush with the wall.
"Sounds good, haha," I typed back as my cock bobbed back and forth in the air.
"Man, I can't wait to go to college. I'm gonna fuck sooooo much haha," Ryan wrote.
"You're gonna be tired, haha," I wrote back as I clicked into another tab to surf for some porn. Might as well take care of myself since we're going down this road, I thought.
"Good workout though," he wrote back. "So what are you up to now?"
"To be honest, getting ready to look at some porn too, haha."
"Guess you decided to go for it. Nice man!"
"Yeah, haha." I adjusted myself, lightly pinching the tip of my dick and moving it back and forth.
"You should try some of that lube."
Not a bad idea, I thought. I reached into the nighstand and pulled out the bottle. Popping off the top, I peeled off the safety seal before putting the top back on. I moved the bottle over the tip of my dick, hesitating for a moment, wondering if the chill of the lube would have a chilling effect on my rock hard rod.
After a few seconds, I worked up the courage to press lightly on the sides of the bottle. A small amount of liquid oozed from the spout onto the head of my cock. Release, and another squeeze, and another volley of liquid coated my head. The second drop started cascading down the shaft toward my pubes, spilling over like a lava flowing down the peak of a volcano.
With my left hand, I moved my laptop toward my left side. I figured, if this was going to happen, I was going to have to type one-handed, and since my masturbation hand was my right, that'd be the best setup.
I'd set myself up to watch porn, but honestly, it was kind of an afterthought at this point. My conversation with Ryan was doing enough of the trick. I imagined him at home somewhere, sitting at his desk, completely naked, with his own massive erection outstretched in front of him, begging to be groped while his hands furiously searched for a hot video online. Just the thought of that made my rock hard dick pulse heavily.
"Done," I wrote, announcing the lube's presence on my dick.
"How's it feel?"
"Not bad, haven't started anything yet though."
"Don't let me interrupt you!"
"You aren't, haha," I wrote. Actually, if anything, he was the perfect inspiration.
With my right hand fingers, I traced the head of my cock in small circles, spreading out the lube evenly. I scrunched my hand into an open fist, slipping the head of my cock over the opening, slowly to savor the moment. My whole hand glided over the head smoothly and worked its way down to the shaft. I slowly turned my fist around my cock, massaging the lube into the skin.
"How's it feel?" Ryan wrote after a few seconds.
"Amazing," I typed back.
"Yeah you'll never jerk off the same way again, haha."
"You use lube?"
"Sometimes. My head's sensitive enough with the foreskin so I don't always need it. But love the feeling."
"I bet, it's great!" I said, moving my fist up and down faster. The lube made everything more slick, more smooth. I wondered why I hadn't thought to try this sooner with lotion or something.
"Feels like the real thing, huh?" Ryan wrote.
"Dunno, never done anything before."
"What? How's that possible? A stud like you, figured you'd have played around a little."
"Nope, just solo," I wrote honestly as my hand continued up and down the shaft. I imagined on the other side, Ryan was playing with his own head, working his way down to the shaft, pausing every few minutes to write something back to me.
"Looking to change that?" he wrote.
"Eventually," I wrote back, my fist going up and down on my head more furiously. With my left hand, I lightly traced the outline of my left nipple, savoring the feeling with a deep sigh.
"Well let me know if you're ever down. You're cute, and I think we could have fun!"
I wondered how much of this was true and how much was just Ryan being horny. But if he was offering, I definitely wasn't going to turn him down.
At this point, my dick had completely overtaken my brain. There was no controlling what I would say next.
"I want to," I wrote back.
A few minutes go by. My hand massaged my dick faster and faster, my eyes reading and re-reading what I'd just written. This whole conversation with Ryan was so hot. I felt my self getting very close.
"Right on!" Ryan wrote back. "I'm always down, haha."
So fucking close at this point. "Yeah?" I typed.
"Pretty much!" he wrote back.
This sent me over the edge. I felt my entire dick swell and my balls lurch closer to my body. A soft moan escaped my body, my left hand found its way to my left nipple again, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Then, with one swift move of my hand over my shaft, the head of my dick erupted. One volley, two volleys, three volleys of cum, coating my chest and stomach with thick white globs of jizz. Four, five, six...smaller shots blasting from my head, with less velocity and power as the first three, but enough to coat my dick and cover my fist. Seven...eight...small spurts that signaled my orgasm was coming to a close.
I breathed heavily, my eyes still closed. I took my right fingers and rolled some of the jizz around the head of my still rock-hard cock, savoring the feeling of my baby batter on my joystick.
I opened my eyes and saw the mess in front of me. My boxers were wrecked. My chest and stomach dotted with cum that was now starting to streak south toward my pubes and boxers. My deflating cock wet with jizz.
"You close?" Ryan had written sometime during my orgasm.
"Just came," I wrote back, still reeling from what just happened.
"Nice," he wrote. "I came a few minutes ago. Fucking amazing!"
Still on my bed, I surveyed the damage. I threw my head back again, my breathing still heavy, my heart beating like crazy. I didn't hear the footsteps in the hallway until it was too late. The door opened. Dad poked his head in.
"Jamie, I..."
There was no hiding the sight in front of him. I froze, dick still in my hand.
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