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When You Least Expect By Josh Blake
Chapter 8
Saturday was the date of the cookout at Braden's house. We woke up kind of late that morning. Since it was Saturday, we didn't have much to do. We stayed in bed until almost noon. There wasn't any sex, but we did plenty of cuddling. We had reached a point in our relationship where we didn't have to have constant sex. It was great when it happened, and we still did it a lot, but we really enjoyed just being in each other's company.
"Are you hungry?" I asked.
"Not really," Braden said. "I think I'm gonna go for a run. Do you wanna join me?"
"Are you kidding? The only way I'm going to voluntarily run is if something is chasing me!" I said. "I may do a couple miles on the treadmill later. I'm starting to get a little thick in the middle."
"I think it's cute. It's just your dad bod coming in," Braden said, grinning.
"Dad bod? How dare you!" I said, acting like I was upset.
"Aww, I'm sorry baby. Here, let me make it up to you," Braden said.
Braden reached under the cover and grabbed my hard cock. Before I knew what he was doing, he had dived under the sheet and was going down on my cock.
"Aww fuck Braden. You always know just what I need!"
I cradled his head in both of my hands as he administered what I can only describe as an expert blowjob. The boy hadn't been sucking cock for very long, but he knew what he was doing. I threw down the sheet to see his head bobbing up and down on my cock.
"Spin around and put your ass in my face, baby," I said.
Braden knew that eating his ass was one of my favorite things to do. He quickly spun around so that his slightly hairy ass was in my face. I used both of my hands to spread his hairy crack open to get to my prize. The angle was just right so I could lean up a little and get my face in his crack.
"Oh baby, you smell so good!" I exclaimed, as I took a big whiff of his ass scent. This morning's ass scent was as combination of body wash from the night before and a little sweat from during the night. It was awesome.
Braden came up off my cock long enough to say "Get your tongue in my hole, Josh. Eat it like you like it."
After a couple minutes, the expert blowjob and the pheromones I was inhaling from Braden's ass crack had me almost to the point of cumming.
"I'm getting close, baby. It's not gonna be long!"
Braden kept sucking, eagerly trying to earn his prize. After a couple more minutes, I exploded a huge load of cum into his mouth. He swallowed every drop.
"You didn't save me any," I complained after we kissed.
"Sorry, babe. It just tasted so good I couldn't resist. Your face smells like my ass," Braden said.
"I know. Isn't it great!" I exclaimed.
Braden giggled. "Yeah, I do smell pretty good back there. I'll admit that I used to run a finger through my crack and over my hole then sniff it as I was jerking off. It made me imagine I was eating a hot guy's asshole out. I always came a huge load when I did that."
"Damn, baby. That's so kinky. And so hot. I love you!" I said.
"I love you too, Daddy!" Braden said.
I reached down and grabbed his hard cock. I could feel that he had been leaking precum while he was sucking me and getting his ass eaten out.
"We have to do something about this, too. You want my mouth or my ass? It's your choice," I said.
"I think I wanna fill your ass up again. I want to try sucking my load back out of it after I fill it up," Braden said.
"Fuck that's hot! You get kinkier every day, babe. I love it!"
I was already on my back, so all I had to do was pull my legs back, exposing my hairy ass.
"Lube that cock up and get in there," I said.
Braden didn't waste any time. First, he decided he wanted to rim my ass for a few minutes. Who was I to object. Giving rim jobs was another area where he excelled. He had perfected his technique over the last few weeks. After a few minutes, he lubed up his cock and eased it in. He fucked me hard for a few minutes until he cried out that he was cumming. I felt his load filling up my ass. He left his cock in for a minute until it went soft, then he pulled it out.
"Alright. I'm about to eat my load right out of your hole," he said.
Braden moved his face back into my ass. He put his tongue in my hole, which was pretty easy to do since it was still partially open from the fucking he'd just given me. After rimming me for a minute, he locked his lips around my hole and starting sucking. His load flowed right out of my asshole and into his mouth.
"How is it?" I asked.
"It's good! Tastes just like if I was sucking it straight out of my own cock!" Braden exclaimed.
"Come share some with me before you swallow it all!"
Braden moved up and started kissing me. I could smell my ass on his face, just as he could smell his own on my face. He allowed some of the cum to flow into my mouth, and it indeed tasted like I had sucked it straight out of his cock.
We continued to lie together in bed, wrapped in each other's arms, for several more minutes. Finally, he got up and said he was going for a run.
"If I go now, I'll have plenty of time to get home and get ready for the cookout. What time are you coming over?" Braden asked.
"I figured I'd head over about 3:30. Text me your address again. Remember, I've never actually been to your house."
"Sounds good. I'll go ahead and do it now so you'll have it. I'll see you soon, baby!" With that, Braden went out the door and jogged off down the street.
I had a few hours until I had to head over to Braden's house. I decided to straighten up some things around the house, change the sheets on the bed, and then decided I'd take a nap. I set an alarm on my phone for 2:30 so I'd wake up in time to shower and get ready for the cookout. I must have dozed off quickly, because the next thing I knew the alarm was going off. I got up, showered, and got dressed. I went with a pair of khaki shorts, a red Underarmour polo shirt, and flip flops. I grabbed a new bottle of red wine I had picked up to take Bonnie, then headed out to the Ridgeline to drive over to Braden's house.
Braden must have been watching for my arrival, as he opened the door and greeted me before I had a chance to ring the doorbell.
"Hey baby! Welcome to my home!" Braden said. He greeted me with a quick kiss on the lips. I have to admit, kissing Braden in his front door made me a little uncomfortable. I knew his parents were understanding about his sexuality and our relationship but knowing about it and seeing it are two different things.
"Come on in," Braden said. "Dad's in the den with Austin. Mom had to run over to Piggly Wiggly to pick up a few things. She'll be home soon."
Braden lead me into the dean where Austin and his dad were watching a rerun of an Alabama Crimson Tide football game from years ago.
"Well, you must be the Josh I've heard so much about," Mr. Howell said, standing up. "I'd over to shake your hand, but my wife tells me we aren't supposed to do such things anymore."
"I'm pleased to meet you, Mr. Howell," I said.
"Call me Mark. Afterall, I hear we're practically family," Mark said. He gave Braden a sideways glance that made me feel just a little uneasy.
Mark seemed cordial enough. He congratulated me on my promotion and asked about my path on my career as an educator. I gave him the abbreviated version of my background. We talked about sports teams, what I thought about the coaching situation at my school, and if I was planning to make any changes. I explained that as interim principal, I was only authorized to make immediate staffing decisions based on needs. I did not have the authorization to make changes that weren't an immediate concern. While we were talking, Bonnie came in.
"Josh! I'm so glad you could come! Congratulations on the big promotion! I am so happy for you!" Before I knew it, she came in for a hug.
"How come you can hug him but I can't shake his hand?" Mark asked.
"Shut up, Mark. Josh is my future son-in-law. He's family. You'll shake everybody's hand that will shake yours. The mailman, the cashier at the grocery store, the..."
"Alright alright. We get the idea. I'm a friendly person. Shoot me!" Mark said.
"Sometimes I'd like to," Bonnie mumbled under her breath. "Mark, turn that racket off. No one wants to hear all that. We are here to celebrate Josh and his promotion, and get to know him better."
"Woman, I swear, sometimes you make me..." Mark started complaining, but then relented and turned off the TV when Bonnie shot him a harsh look.
The five of us sat around and talked, enjoying conversation and the bottle of wine I had brought. Of course, Braden and Austin had to settle for Coke. Mark had beer. Bonnie and I enjoyed the wine. Finally, Bonnie told Mark to go light the grill. We all headed into the backyard.
Bonnie and Mark had a very nice backyard. They had plenty of outdoor seating, a large patio, and a firepit. Entertaining guests outdoors was obviously one of Bonnie's pleasures in life. We continued our conversation, where I learned that Bonnie was an admissions counselor at the local university, and Mark was a civil engineer. As we were talking, we heard a car door. "I bet that's Hunter," Braden said. "I'll go let him in."
"No, let me do it!" Austin said, a little too enthusiastically. He got up and ran in the house before anyone could say anything.
"Does he even know Hunter?" Bonnie asked.
"Oh yeah, they know each other from baseball," Braden said. "Some kind of mentor thing for graduated players and current players."
I knew he was lying to make it look less obvious what has going on. I took out my phone and tried to be inconspicuous about sending Braden a text.
"Does he know about Hunter," I texted to Braden.
"Yes. " was Braden's reply.
A couple minutes later, Austin walked out the backdoor onto the patio with Hunter. We all greeted Hunter, and Braden introduced him to his parents. It was a hot afternoon, so we kept the beer, water, and soft drinks going. The patio was partially shaded by a pergola, so it wasn't terrible. With a little assistance from Bonnie, Mark had the burgers done in no time. Bonnie had also made baked beans, potato salad, and a lemon icebox pie for dessert. We were all stuffed!
After dinner, we all just sat around talking. Bonnie and Mark went inside for a few minutes, and Austin had gradually pulled Hunter away to another section of the backyard. I glanced over at Braden to see if he had noticed. His expression told me that he had.
"What do you think is up with that?" I said to Braden.
"I can only imagine," Braden said. "Austin is moving fast on this. I'm not sure I like it."
"Well, assuming that Hunter is even interested in him, Hunter is a good guy. He could do a lot worse," I said.
"Of course Hunter will be interested in him! Have you SEEN Austin? He's sex on a stick!" Braden exclaimed.
"Shhh! You don't want them to hear you! Besides, I think they make a cute couple. Let's just see what happens."
Bonnie and Mark rejoined us on the patio a few minutes later.
"What are Hunter and Austin talking about I wonder?" Bonnie said.
"Probably baseball," Braden said. "Hunter was the star pitcher his senior year. I'm sure he's giving Austin some pointers and they just didn't want to monopolize the conversation with us."
"Well, I think it's nice that Hunter is willing to mentor a younger team member. You should be doing that, Braden!" Bonnie said.
"Oh, well, I would, but ummm..."
"Braden told me about the mentor program, Bonnie, and we felt like it would take too much away from his studies. He is close to starting some internship hours in an actual classroom, and I knew from experience that once the internship starts, it's like having a full-time job," I said.
I hated lying to Bonnie, but Braden and I were in this together, now. And Besides, Austin had yet to come out to his parents.
"Well, that certainly makes sense," Bonnie said. "I'm glad that Braden has you to answer a lot of the questions that he has about things. I've worked at the college for years, but I don't know much about the specifics of each program."
"Mom, dad," Austin spoke. We didn't even hear them walk up. "Can I go for a ride with Hunter in his Camaro? He wants to show me some of his pitching techniques and there's more room at his house."
"Well, I don't see why not," Mark answered for both of them. "Hunter, we are happy that you are taking Austin's success in your hands. It means a lot to us."
"Yes, it really does," said Bonnie. "You're a good kid, Hunter. Just please drive carefully."
"I bet that's not all he'll be taking in his hands," mumbled Braden under his breath to me.
"What was that, son?" Mark asked.
"Oh nothing, I just told Hunter to be careful with my brother. My only brother," Braden said, somewhat assertively while making eye contact with Hunter.
"Oh, I'm sure they'll be fine, dear." I said. "You boys have a good time!"
Hunter said his goodbyes to everyone, congratulated me again on the new position, and then left with Austin. That left Braden and me alone with Bonnie and Mark.
"You all think I don't know what's going on," Bonnie said.
"Whatever do you mean, mother?" Braden asked.
"I'm talking about Austin and Hunter. I know what's going on. I didn't catch the signs with you because I wasn't looking for them. But now I'm on alert with Austin. I think he and Hunter are an item."
"Now dear, how could you possibly know that? You can't prove anything," Mark said.
"Well, a mother knows these things. Plus, it helps that the master bathroom window overlooks the part of the backyard they were in. I heard what they were talking about."
"Mom! You were spying on them?" Braden said, shocked.
"No, I was not spying. I went in the bathroom to, well, I had a lot of wine. I went in the bathroom, and the window was open a little bit. Your father likes to open a window when he..."
"Get to the point, darling!" Mark said.
"Yes, well, I heard them talking. Austin told Hunter that he thinks he's gay. Hunter said he's pretty sure he is, too. They talked about how they knew they were gay, what experiences they had, which Austin said he hasn't had any, and then Austin asked Hunter if he thought he was cute. Hunter said he did. Austin told Hunter he was cute too."
"Well, mom, you know the chances of Austin being gay are a little higher because I am," Braden said.
"I realize that this is a family matter, but can I make a request?" I said.
"Josh, you are family. What is it?" Bonnie asked.
"Let Austin tell you when he's ready. I think Braden and I can both speak to Hunter's character. Will they go off and have sex tonight? It's very possible, maybe even probable, but Hunter is a good boy and so is Austin. And at least you don't have to worry about either of them getting pregnant. But back to my point, if you let Austin know that you were listening, even though you didn't mean to be listening, you will violate his trust. Coming out is a big deal. I haven't even done it with my own parents. Let him decide when it's time. I'm betting it'll be sooner than later."
"You're right," Mark added. "I know I didn't react well to Braden's coming out. It took me by surprise. Son, I really am sorry for how I reacted. But you know the history behind why. But I don't want Austin to ever feel ashamed or like we don't want what's best for him. When he does tell us, I just want to hug him and tell him how much I love him."
"Yes, that's all I want too," Bonnie said. "Hunter is a nice boy. I think they'll be good together, if that's what this ends up being. They are both still so young."
"There's only one thing I don't like about this whole thing," Bonnie said.
"What's that, mom?" Braden asked.
"Well, I always dreamed about one day having grandchildren. I even thought about what they would call me. I don't see myself as a Granny or Grandma. Maybe Meemaw, like Annie Potts on Young Sheldon. No offense, dear, but after you came out, I thought I still had Austin to give me grandchildren. But now..."
"Mom, you can still be a grandmother. Gay couples have kids all the time now," Braden said. He reached over and took my hand. "Josh and I have been talking, and I know our relationship is still new, but both of us feel like we are in this for the long haul. Josh has a friend that has said if we ever decide we want kids, she'll be our surrogate. And if that doesn't work, there's always adoption. But we want to have a family."
"A surrogate? How does that work exactly?" Mark asked.
"Do I need to give you the talk," Bonnie said. We all laughed.
"I know how it works," Mark said. "But HOW does it work? Does one of you...uh...do the deed with her?"
I spoke up. "Well, that's one option. But in our case, probably not the most viable option. I love my friend Rachel, but...well, I'm into guys and she doesn't exactly arouse me. Same for Braden. So we would do kind of an invitro fertilization thing."
"Isn't that expensive?" Bonnie asked.
"Well, if you do it in a doctor's office, yes. Which is why we'd do it at home." I explained.
"So," Mark began "You'd use a turkey baster or something?" We all laughed again.
"No, dad!" Braden exclaimed. "There is a kit you can order from Amazon that has everything you need. Basically Josh or I would...umm...sorry, mom, there's only one way to say this. Josh or I would masturbate into the container, then take it in to Rachel, who would then use the kit provided to fertilize herself, with some help from one of her female friends. And with any luck, she'd get pregnant."
"How do you decide which one of you would be the father?" Bonnie asked.
"That's a really good question, Bonnie," I said. We've been reading up on it. Some couples mix their semen together so they really don't know which one is the biological father. Of course, you could have a paternity test done if you ever wanted to know for sure. But honestly, we'd probably flip a coin. We'd like to have two children, if Rachel is up to the challenge, so the one that didn't win the coin toss on the first one would automatically father the second child."
"Well, it sure seems like you two have thought this through," Bonnie said.
"We have," I said. "Of course, there are a lot of steps involved. First Rachel has to go through tests to make sure she can safely conceive. Then we have to look at it from a legal standpoint. I love Rachel, but I want to make sure that the child is mine...well, ours."
"What if I was your surrogate?" Bonnie said.
"What!?" Braden, Mark, and I all said in unison.
"Just hear me out. I'm not so old that I can't conceive. And Josh, if we used your sperm, there wouldn't be any issues. And, if it turns out that my eggs are too old, we could get a donor egg. Maybe from Rachel. That way she wouldn't have to carry the baby. Or Rachel could carry one and I could carry one. Or..."
"Mom, slow down!" Braden said. "You don't know how much it means to me that you want to do this for us, but I'm not even 20 years old yet. Before we do this, I have to graduate college, get a job, and get tenure before I come out and let people know what is going on. We're talking another 5 or 6 years at least before we do anything like that."
"I'll be well into my 50s in 5 or 6 years," Bonnie said. "I'm pretty sure my eggs won't work by that point. But, we will make it happen one way or another. I saw on Facebook the other day where a 75 year old woman carried twins to full term! If she can do it, I can do it! I'm going to be a meemaw if it kills me!"
"Well, we all have a lot to think about," Mark said. "But right now, I'm thinking about another slice of that lemon icebox pie!"
"Of course you are," Bonnie said. "All you think about is food!"
Bonnie served us all another piece of pie. It was going on 8:00, and we were still having a great time. I really felt like I was becoming a part of the family. Braden reached over and took my hand again.
"Mom, dad, there's something else we wanted to talk to you guys about," Braden said.
"Are you sure you want to do this tonight, Braden?" I asked.
"Yes, let's just do it now," Braden said.
"What is this about? We've already discussed you having children. What else could there be?" Bonnie asked.
"Well, Josh and I have been talking, and I want to move in with him. I'll still keep my bedroom here and stay over if I need to for some reason, or if you guys just miss me and want me home. I just want to spend more time with Josh. Both of us are ready for that. Josh is going to tell his parents, and then we can really be together. Like a real couple."
"But what about school?" Bonnie asked. "What about financial aid and all of that?"
"I was hoping we could just keep saying I live here, at least until I graduate. You and dad can still claim me on your taxes. I'll just be living with Josh most of the time. We just won't report it."
"Well, it really isn't our decision," Mark said. "You're an adult now, son. You've made good choices up until this point, and as long as you keep making good choices, I'll support you."
I was glad that Mark and Bonnie responded well to our idea. I was also happy that Braden was going to be spending more time with me at my house. We didn't know how Austin would respond to his brother moving out, but if my suspicions were right, Austin and Hunter were going to hit it off and be together a lot, anyway.
"Josh, before you go, can I have a word with you in private?" Mark asked.
"Sure, Mark," I said.
I followed Mark into the house and down the hall into his study. We talked for a few minutes, then we came out to find Bonnie and Braden sitting in the den.
"Bonnie, I want to thank you again for a lovely evening. I enjoyed spending time with you all. I promise I'll return the favor and have you all over to my place soon," I said.
"It was our pleasure, Josh. You're welcome here anytime," Bonnie said.
"Braden, are you ready to go home? I assume you are coming home with me tonight?"
"Oh, I hadn't thought about it. Let me grab a few things from upstairs and I'll be down."
After a few minutes, Braden came downstairs with his laptop and an overnight bag of what I assumed were extra clothes.
"Why don't you just ride home with me tonight, and you can get your car tomorrow," I said.
"That makes sense," Braden said.
We all said our goodbyes. Braden hugged his parents. I hugged Bonnie and shook Mark's hand. Bonnie said nothing about the handshake.
Once we got in the truck, Braden looked at me and said "What did my dad want to talk to you about?"
"Are you sure you want to know?" I asked.
"Yes, I'm sure. What did he say?"
"Well, to start with he was talking about sports again. About how Nick Saban came in and saved the Crimson Tide back in 2007, and when he leaves, there won't be another coach like him. He showed me his high school championship ring."
"That sounds like dad. Always talking sports," Braden said.
"Then he turned serious," I said. "He just looked at me and said `Take care of my boy.' He stood up, hugged me, and told me I was his son now."
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