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The House Boy's Summer Chapter 1: Nerves Part 1: The Beginning -----------------------------------------------------------------------------
I was always intimidated by Chris's house. With at least an acre of property to themselves, Chris's family lived in relative isolation from their neighbors. I knew he had a pool equipped with a diving board in his back yard, I had seen it more than once when his family hosted mine for summer night barbecues. And even though his neighbor's house was most certainly within walking distance, Chris's part of town came equipped with tall garden fences between properties, and towering trees that blocked any real view his neighbors would have of the yard or house, and vice versa.
The house had a long circular driveway that led up to the dual front doors of his house, where I was currently standing. I didn't have any bags with me, my brother had told me he'd pack everything I need. I hadn't been given very specific instructions as to what I should wear, only that my underwear had to be briefs and not boxers or boxer briefs, which is what I normally wore. Since I went skateboarding with my friends every Saturday morning, I came dressed in tight black jeans, large gym shoes, and a black short sleeved Dragging The Lake shirt I had found at a garage sale. I nervously griped my board as I stood on Chris's stoop, waiting for someone to answer the door. My brother had been pretty clear to me that while living with them, his friends and I were not equal, and that I was to follow any and every household or sexual instruction given to me by him or them. I was nervous about how far that would go, but at the same time was so sexed up that I was willing to give anything a shot if it meant I could get laid before the summer was out.
I had been standing at the door for a good two to three minutes, having already rung the bell once. I decided to ring it again, but kind of shook as I did it since I was worried they'd say I was rushing them. Still, it took over a minute for Chris to come and answer the door after I rang the bell for a second time, and he didn't say anything about my impatience as he swung it open. From the outside in Chris looked like a grade A certified douche, but I knew through experience that he really wasn't. He dressed well, very well, and seemed to have a never ending array of expensive outfits. Next to the blue button up shirt and khaki pants he had on today, I looked like a total delinquent.
"Hey Aaron," he said to me simply, but didn't smile, "sorry it took so long for me to get to the door, but your brother said you weren't going to be 'round until 1:30."
I glanced down at my watch, which read 1:10, "Sorry," I replied, "my friends were going to the mall and I didn't really want to go with them."
"Why not?" Chris asked, though his bored expression made me think that he wasn't really interested, or at least that his thoughts were somewhere else.
I gulped, "Because they were going mainly for the girls."
This response actually elicited a small smile from Chris, who peered into me with his dark brown eyes, "Have you told them that you're gay yet?" He asked.
I shifted uncomfortably on my feet, leaning a bit against my board. In fact, I had never actually said the words 'I am gay', and was pretty afraid to do so, "No," I told Chris hoping that he wouldn't push the matter further.
"Have you told anyone yet?"
My heart was pounding in my chest. I felt like Chris's eyes were burrowing through any confidence I had left, "No," I said again, now with my eyes towards the brown loafers he was wearing.
Suddenly I felt his hand on my shoulder, which caused me to shiver uncontrollably. I felt like I was about to cry from fear, though I hadn't the faintest idea of why this conversation was making me so scared, "You're terrified, aren't you?" Asked Chris.
"Yes," I replied truthfully, "I didn't want to be a fag you know."
"Well," Chris said, "You are one, and with any luck we'll teach you to love being gay before the end of the summer."
"Teach me?" I asked.
"Yeah, that's what us inviting you here is all about, teaching you to be the best, most enthusiastic, gay boy you can be." With that he made a motion inside, "Why don't you come on in and have a beer, it'll loosen your nerves a bit. You and I are the only ones home tonight, so we'll relax and talk until you feel more comfortable, okay?"
"Okay," I replied, picking up my board and stepping into the foyer.
"Why don't you head out to the pool and I'll meet you out there with some drinks in a minute," he said.
Looking at the inside of Chris's gigantic house for what was probably only the 5th time in my life was making my heart pound even faster than it already had been. Also, knowing that I was alone with the first gay guy in my brother's grade to come out wasn't helping matters. Chris seemed to understand my issue and tried to give me an encouraging smile, "Go outside and relax for a minute. I promise by the time you finish your second beer you'll be a lot more relaxed." Remembering what my brother said about following his friend's instructions, I endeavored to take Chris's words as an order and began heading past the shiny brown banister of the stairs and out towards the pool. "Oh," Chris said at my retreating back, "sit at the table will you? I don't want you getting some weird t-shirt tan your very first day here."
I nodded again, physical expressions being all I could muster at the moment, and headed out to the pool area. Once there I took a seat at a round table with four chairs that had an umbrella perched in the center. I decided to take the chair with my back to the pool, the one that had the most shade around it. I'm not sure how long I sat there waiting for Chris, since my nerves prevented me from staring intently at my watch as if I was timing the guy. However, it felt like at least five minutes before Chris headed through the sliding doors that led to his kitchen carrying a medium-sized red cooler. He had changed his clothes, and was now wearing nothing but blue board shorts with large white flowers and vines on them and his sunglasses. He sat down in the chair next to me and placed the cooler between us before popping off the lid and handing me a beer.
"Here," he said to me, "drink this as fast as you can without making yourself sick."
I looked at the can of Red White and Blue before popping it open and taking a large swig. Chris had already gulped down what seemed like half of his beer, and gave a loud burp, "Sorry it's not a better kind of beer," he said, "but my older brother left cases of this shit in the pool house over spring break and I'm trying to finish it before they go bad."
I took another big swig of my beer, trying to match Chris's pace as best as I could, "No problem," I said, "I'm not sure that I can really tell the difference anyway."
"Yeah, I'm sure you can't," Chris smiled, "So, has your brother explained how this summer is going to work?"
"Not really," I replied, "just that I'm going to be following whatever orders you guys give me."
Chris gulped down more of his beer, making me feel like I'd never be able to match his pace, "But he hasn't given you any clearer ideas than that?"
"No," I said, putting my beer to my lips and trying to drink more, "to tell you the truth that's what I'm nervous about."
"Well, given what Dan has in mind for you I can't say that I blame you for being nervous," Chris replied, finishing his beer with another burp and placing the empty can down on the table, "but the rest of us aren't planning on anything too horrible, and your brother will kill Dan if he gives you an injury."
I gulped down more of my beer, noticing that Chris was eyeing the cooler and was probably thinking of having another. "Injury?" I asked, "That sounds...dangerous." I finally reached the bottom of my can, which seemed to please Chris immensely as he reached down into the cooler and grabbed two more beers.
"I'm glad you chugged that quickly," he said, "your brother mentioned that you've been trying to keep pace, so I thought I'd set a quick one for you." He popped open both of the cans and placed one in front of me, "Finish this one as fast as that last one, and someone your size and weight will feel the alcohol in less than ten minutes."
I nodded at the instructions, which in my head I took as something of an order. Though Chris had also told me not to make myself sick, and I took that to be the highest priority. Still, my stomach wasn't even asking me to burp yet, so I just started drinking the beer immediately. "Can I ask what Dan has in mind for me," I said, nervous about what the answer would be.
"I'm not supposed to tell you exactly," he replied, "but hopefully today will give you a better idea of what kind of stuff you'll be doing this summer." He started drinking his second beer, though this time his pace was slower than it was while he was drinking the first one, "Before we do anything though I'd like for you to tell me that you're gay."
My eyes widened at this and I took two big gulps of my beer to calm my nerves, "Really?" I asked, "Do I have to?"
"Yes," Chris said, "otherwise I'm not gonna let you stay here this summer."
I nodded, gulping down more of the beer ? the second can now being less than half full, "Chris," I said to him, looking at his hairless bare feet.
"Look at me," he instructed, "I don't want your eyes off in space."
I looked up his strong developed legs and towards his sunglasses, perched under his dark brown hair. His sunglasses were reflecting a distorted image of my face back at me and for some reason it felt like I was saying the words to myself, "I'm gay." I gulped down more of my beer, reaching close to the bottom, "I'm really really gay." With that I gave an unceremonious burp, which caused Chris to laugh.
"Sorry," he said, "that burp just came at a funny moment."
I looked sheepishly at the beer can, which had been emptied more easily than my first beer. I shrugged and finished the liquid that was left inside, and Chris nodded at the action. "Are you feeling a bit better now?" He asked, finishing his second beer as well.
"Yes," I said, "though I can't feel the alcohol yet."
"You will soon," he said, handing me yet another beer, "and because you will, you should drink this one slow. At least, drink it slow until you feel the alcohol."
I looked at the third can of beer he handed me, and then timidly at him, "I kind of gotta piss." I said, not sure how this statement would conflict with his instructions to keep drinking.
Chris nodded and leaned back in his chair, "Beer does that to you." He said simply.
This was not the kind of response I was expecting, so I decided to just continue on, "Uh, well, could you tell me where the bathroom is?"
He shook his head, which practically made my heart drop to the floor, "You don't need one," he said, "I told you to keep drinking and that's what I want you to do."
I gulped. Clearly Chris was giving me an order, probably my first clear order and I didn't want to contradict it. Still, he didn't seem to grasp the breadth of my predicament, "Uh, but I don't know if I can keep drinking until I go the bathroom."
Chris looked at me, but since his eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses I couldn't really tell what he was thinking, "Your brother really didn't say anything to you about this summer?" He asked.
"No!" I insisted, my heart starting to pound again, "is it gonna be a rule that I can't use the bathroom?"
Chris sighed and rolled his head back against the chair, "Ugh, this is gonna be harder than I thought." With that he lifted off his sunglasses and looked at me, piercing me again with a deep brown stare, "I'm sorry that I have to be the one to tell you this, but for the first month at least you're not gonna be allowed to touch your dick."
My heart was pounding, and I decided that whatever alcohol I had in me it surely wasn't enough. I popped open my third beer and took as big a drink as I could despite the ever growing ache in my bladder, then I looked at Chris, "but I am going to be allowed to use the bathroom?"
"Well," Chris said, "yes and no. You see, I'm not going to be able to leave you alone with your dick. You might get tempted to touch it and I can't have that."
My head was starting to get fuzzy, which I assumed must be the alcohol, but I was actually grateful for the lack of clarity when I asked, "So does that mean you want to come and watch me or something."
Chris shrugged, "Yeah, but the point is that you're not gonna be pissing in the bathroom, you're going to be pissing outside."
"Outside?" I asked, looking around Chris's secluded back yard and taking another small sip of beer, "You mean like a dog?"
"You can do it like a dog if that's what makes you feel comfortable," Chris replied, "but if I were you I'd at least want to try doing it while standing."
I looked down at my crotch, and unbuttoned the top of my tight black jeans hoping that it'd give a little leeway to my bladder, which was practically screaming now, "How am I gonna do that without pissing on all my clothes?" I asked softly.
"Take all your clothes off," Chris said, pushing his chair out and standing. "Come on," he offered me the palm of his hand, "I"ll go piss outside with you for your first time doing it."
I accepted his outstretched hand and let him pull me into a standing position, which instantly caused me to wobble around unsteadily as the blood rushed to my head. "Whoa," I exclaimed, "I'm kind of drunk."
"You're only lightheaded," Chris replied, "I don't think you're fully drunk yet, but we'll soon fix that." He stood there staring intently at me, "Well?"
I didn't even have to ask what he was talking about: I knew immediately that he was waiting for me to take off my clothes. I was embarrassed, but I obliged by pulling my t-shirt up and over my head and setting it down the table. Next I kicked off my shoes and pulled down the zipper of my pants, revealing the white fabric of my cotton briefs stretched tightly over my cock, which was half-hard from my incessant need to piss. I dropped my pants to the ground put my watch on top of the pants even though I didn't really need to remove it. As a result I was left standing there in nothing but my underwear and socks, but began to hesitate at this point.
"Socks," Chris instructed, and I complied by pulling them off. "Underwear?" He asked, and I looked sadly into his dark brown eyes.
"I'm embarrassed," I explained.
Chris nodded with an understanding look on his face, "Okay, then just spread your legs slightly and put your hands behind your head."
"Why?" I asked, starting to get nervous again.
"A piece of advice," Chris said, "Dan is gonna spank your ass if you ask him questions. You might want to practice by trying to keep the ones you ask me to a minimum, especially when I'm being nice about you not following an order to strip," Chris smiled, "you know I really wanted to see you naked."
My heart began pounding again, but I immediately spread my legs and gripped the back of my hair with my hands. I closed my eyes tightly, not sure what was going to happen, but all I felt was Chris's hands fumbling with my fly and pulling my dick through it and outside my underwear. "Come on," Chris said, and I heard his footsteps as he began walking away, "We're pissing in the bushes, not on the deck."
I opened my eyes, and the first thing I caught was an eyeful of Chris's beautiful strong butt moving his legs away from me and towards the grass. My dick jumped a bit, but didn't reach full hardness, which I was thankful for because it would have made it nearly impossible to piss. My urge was so great now that I eagerly followed Chris out onto the grass. We reached some bushes at the edge of his patio, which were pushing themselves up against a tall brown fence that I couldn't see over. I was still kind of staring at Chris's butt, and he noticed me looking when I stopped. "You really are gay, aren't you?" He asked.
"Yeah," I replied with a gulp, "I am."
"Are what?" He smiled encouragingly.
"I'm gay." I said for the second time in less than fifteen minutes.
"Well, as a gay guy you're probably gonna like watching this." With that Chris undid his board shorts and sagged them down a bit, just enough so that he could comfortably get his dick and balls out over the waistband. His dick was bigger than mine. He looked kind of piss hard too, so I estimated that fully erect he would be at least 50% bigger than me if you combined length and girth. His board shorts were far enough down so that I could see the top half of his ass crack, and found myself getting the instantaneous urge to lick it while he pissed himself dry. "You're gonna have to squat a bit or something," he said to me, holding his dick in the ready to fire position as I starred hungrily at his ass, "I don't want you to piss on your feet."
I wasn't really listening though, "You're ass is beautiful," I said to him.
"Thanks," he replied, "but are you gonna take a piss or what."
"Yeah," I replied, looking down at my underwear with my comparatively small dick hanging out of the fly, "but I don't think I need these anymore."
Chris laughed, "Is the alcohol kicking in?"
"Must be," I replied, and yanked my underwear down, which caused my dick to flop a bit as it escaped from the fly.
Chris rolled his eyes and started to piss, the sound of which made my bladder remind me of its urgent need. I took Chris's advice and spread my legs, letting gravity pull my dick towards the ground. I also started to piss, holding my underwear in my hand as I did so.
"Put your underwear in your mouth until we get back to the table," Chris instructed, "consider it punishment for not taking them off over there."
Him instructing me to do this while pissing kind of turned me on, so I endeavored to get all of the fabric into my mouth so Chris could see my enthusiasm. Chris finished his flow and shook off his dick, the up-down motion of which was mesmerizing to my eyes. He pulled his board shorts up, and I caught one final glimpse of his round butt and ass crack before they were covered by the nylon fabric. I was still pissing, having been holding it for far too long. My legs were spread and piss was more or less falling from my dick to the ground in what I felt was an awkward manner. I made the decision that the next time I pissed I would try doing it like a dog and seeing if that was less awkward. I wanted to keep talking to Chris as he stood there watching me relieve myself, but all I could do was hold my underwear in my mouth, the underwear I had been sweating in all this morning as I tried to pull skateboard tricks, and let my saliva soak slowly through it. Instead I contented myself to stare intently at his hard six-pack abs which were moving slowly towards me and away from me as he breathed.
As I finished pissing I had to make a thrusting motion in order to shake off the excess drops, which made Chris smile knowingly, "You're a funny kid, you know that?"
"Mmmm," Was all I could say, and I nodded to show the meaning of the sound.
With that he put his arm around my shoulders, the feeling of which made me give off a small, but pleasant, shiver. My dick to popped back to half-hardness, "So, now that I have you out of your clothes I think I'm going to bone you up."
"Mmm?" I tried to ask, not exactly sure what he meant.
"To tell you the honest to God truth," he continued, "You and me are spending this night alone because I've got to tell you something kind of awful. Your brother says that you really won't care if you're hypersexualized though." I shrugged, pretty sure that what my brother said had a good chance of being true. Chris smiled at this action, and knowing that I was making him happy caused my boner to pop up a little more, "Well, I guess what I'm trying to say is that you should try to enjoy yourself as much as possible tonight, and I'll try to do the same. Hopefully by the end of it we'll both feel better about everything we have to do. Now," Chris stopped me in front of two deck chairs laying in the afternoon sun, "I'm gonna go inside and grab some suntan lotion, lay down here and I'll be back."
----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Author's Notes:
I wrote this as part of a longer chapter, which I split up into smaller sections to create a buffer for posting. As a result I'm going to try to stay ahead of myself and maintain a regular posting schedule. I already have some ideas about where I want this story to go, but this is my first story on Nifty so any feedback would be greatly appreciated. You can e-mail me at RyanHartBooks@Yahoo.com, and I will do my best to reply to all my messages.
I would like to extend a special thanks to Alex Kerr from fanfiction.net, without whom this story would not be possible.