Broken in by Uncle Jack

Finale

I woke earlier than usual. Jack had somewhere to be and, of course, I was excited. It was like Christmas and my birthday and the first day of a holiday all in one. I had butterflies in my stomach and my mind was racing.

The last few days had been thrilling, amazing, so much more than I could have imagined. I had lived out my personal, secret fantasies in a way I never thought would have been possible and I had enjoyed every second. My secret crush had stripped me of my virginity, had dominated me, but he’d looked after me too. And after today he said he wanted to plan some more time together. I didn’t know how we’d do that when my parents got home, but I longed for another day like the one we’d had when we went to the zoo, the cinema, and then out for dinner. We had been like a real couple and it lifted me up and made me feel special for the first time in a very long while. More to the point, it made me feel like I wasn’t the only guy with feelings for other guys. After years of keeping my secret and pushing my true feelings down inside me, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to describe what that day out meant to me. It was like I was able to really live for the first time.

I shook myself out of it. I had to get through today before I thought any more about relationships. And I was starting to doubt that this relationship - or whatever this was - could continue beyond today. It would quickly start to look very strange if my step-mom’s brother kept turning up at the house to “spend quality time alone with his nephew”. And I wasn’t even his nephew really! The thought that I might lose Jack made me sulky, so I got up, showered, got ready. I was used to forcing myself past my moods and making myself get going.

Before he left this morning, Jack had told me that he would leave a package downstairs for me. I was to be ready for mid-day, when I could expect to be his personal sex slave one more time.

I skipped breakfast. This was no time for food. I ran downstairs naked and picked up a large box from the hallway that was addressed to me. I took it to my room and opened it.

Inside was a selection of individually wrapped items. Each had a little label attached, handwritten by Uncle Jack. I unwrapped everything and lay it all out on my bed. There was a a leather vest harness with light blue handles and buckles. I’d only ever seen these in porn so it was pretty cool, to me, to have one here in real life! To go with that was a pair of pretty powder blue panties that had a little flap of material at the back that covered my hole. That was for easy access, I guess. The last item of clothing was a pair of thigh-high socks in blue and white stripes. They were cute.

There were some toys, too. There was a ball gag, and the ball was the same colour blue as the panties. The ball could be removed leaving a ring in place behind my teeth to hold my mouth open. There was a long blue fluffy tail that attached to a butt plug. The neck was big, like on the other one I had used. It would certainly stretch me. Finally there was a little blue plastic cock cage.

I was impressed that everything matched. I quickly dressed, leaving the toys aside for the time being, and went to the full length mirror in my wardrobe. I looked cute, and hot, and I didn’t mind admitting it. The panties were a snug fit and I loved the way they cupped my ass, and I adored the leather harness. That on its own made me feel extra sexy. I decided in the moment that I would trim the hairs under my arms and shave off my pubes. Once that was done, I dressed again. That was better. I hadn’t realised how androgynous I would look in clothing like this. It made me feel good.

I read the instructions and locked my penis into its cage. It was a struggle to get on with no help, but I managed it. My cock was squashed and my package held out in front of me by the ring. I had originally decided not to use the tail plug yet, but putting on the cage made me so horny that I decided I would do it now.

I got down on my hands and knees and pushed my ass back. I fingered myself, using spit and lube to stretch myself out. I longed to jerk myself off, but I remained disciplined for Sir. I took up the plug and began to slowly fuck it into me, taking my time and having fun with it, not wanting to rush or to hurt myself. Eventually my tight hole sucked it all the way in and my anal ring closed around the neck. I let out an “ahhh” as it slid into place. The girth was both uncomfortable and wonderfully sexy at the same time. I pushed my ass back and looked at myself in the mirror again, my panties around my knees. I smiled. This was awesome. I had a tail!

I had always wanted gear like this, but I never dared to buy any or have it delivered. I wouldn’t know what to say if anyone ever found it or even worse, opened my delivery by mistake. My step-mom wasn’t exactly great with personal boundaries and my dad thought privacy was something for other people. I just adored the fact that I could wear this around the house for an hour or two and that other people would see me like this later. I realised that they’d see me, and strip me, and then fuck me. A little wave of excitement pulsed through me, from the nape of my neck down to my perineum. Precum started to form at the tip of my caged penis.

I pulled up my panties, letting the tail fall through the flap of material at the back. I tried on the ball gag too. With everything in place I looked like a cross between a cutesy young femboy and a BDSM sex slave. I loved it. I left the gag for now and decided to have as normal a morning as possible.

I didn’t do much except watch the clock. With each tick I became more nervous, felt more shy, doubted my ability to see this through. At ten minutes to mid-day I put the ball gag back in pace, fastening the buckle at the back of my head and fitting the ring properly behind my teeth. I didn’t like how it held my mouth open at first, but I soon got used to it.

The front doorbell rang.

I took a deep breath and went to the top of the stairs. Sir wasn’t here. Was I supposed to answer the door dressed like this? I ran to my parents room, the plug jiggling around inside me and making me hot. I looked from the window where I could see a group of young men at the door. I didn’t know them, so I assumed they were here for the….. party.

The doorbell rang again, and then again. They were getting impatient. I hurried downstairs and stood at the front door, a little stand of dibble running from the side of my mouth thanks to the gag. I took a deep breath in through my nose, composed myself, and opened the door.

There were six young men standing on the doorstep. Their conversations ceased when they caught sight of me, harnessed, gagged, with tail and little blue panties.

“I told you she was a cutie” said a familiar voice. It was the pizza delivery boy from the other day. He pushed his way to the front of the group and openly looked me up and down in appreciation. He whistled. “Good girl.” He said. He reached out and touched my cage through my panties, and then reached around to feel where the plug had disappeared into my hole. “That’s better.” He said. “Shall we get started. The others will be here soon enough.”

There would be others? Wasn’t six enough?

The young men pushed me back into the hallway as they stepped over the threshold into my house. “On your knees, please” the pizza boy said. “Sex objects don’t stand when your Master’s friends are in your presence.”

My knees went weak at that, I don’t know why. The idea of being their sex object. It just thrilled me. I sank down to my knees, every movement jostling the plug and reminding me that it was there.

The pizza boy led the others into the living room. “Come” he said with a broad grin, “and make sure you wiggle that ass. I want to see that tail move.” I trailed behind on my hands and knees. I made an effort to accentuate the movement of my ass and hips, swishing the tail around. Two of the young men looked like they were practically drooling, which made me smile. I did that, I thought.

The pizza boy pointed to spot in the centre of the room. “Here” he commanded. He was cute himself, and I was keen to see what I good looking young guy had to offer me. I preferred older men, but I admit I was curious. I moved to him and remained on all fours. With everyone staring at me in this gear…. wow, it was hot!

The men took up casual positions around the room. The pizza boy, their leader, took a backpack from one of his friends and took out a large jar and what looked like a string of raffle tickets. He handed each man a ticket, put the stubs in the jar, and returned to the sofa where he slumped down, his eyes fixed on me.

The doorbell rang again. I was wondering whether I should answer it, but one of the others did. More men streamed in. These guys were older, somewhere between thirty and forty, I thought. I lost count when the doorbell range for a third time, and then a fourth. Each time a new group arrived the pizza boy handed everyone a ticket. He gestured to me several times to remain where I was, on my hands and knees, my head bent low, in the centre of the room.

The room wasn’t big enough for the number of visitors, so people were in the hallway, in the kitchen, sitting on the stairs, all over the place. They all came to get a ticket and take a look at me before moving to find a spot to wait. I revelled in the comments they made about me. They all thought I was hot, sexy, slutty, cute….. words I never dreamed would be used to describe me outside of my dreams. The waiting was hard, but it was building my horniness and making me feel great.

The doorbell rang one final time and the last group of men arrived. Sir was finally here, too, which made me even more nervous. I didn’t want to disappoint him. I wanted him to think well of me.

He came into the living room and looked down at me. I kept my eyes low. It felt like the right thing to do.

“Gentlemen,” he said in a strong, loud voice. The rumble of it shook my spine. “Gentlemen, please….. we are here today to bang this toy. Everyone will have a chance to fill him from behind. Sucking and….. anything else….. well, that’s optional.” There was a murmur of laughter. “The toy knows that there is to be no quarter. We fuck until we’re done.” There were loud cheers from all around the house. It was a deafening sound. I suddenly realised that there were a lot of men here. A lot of men. And they were all going to have me. I felt sick with excitement and nerves. I told myself I could do this, but I wasn’t sure now that they were all here. As the noise died away, Sir made one final statement. “Our usual rule applies; he’s my toy and I don’t want it broken.” I breathed a sigh of relief at that.

Sir inspected my attire, from butt plug to panties to harness to gag. He seemed satisfied, but he leaned in close to my ear as if he was adjusting something on the straps holding the gag in place. He very softly whispered a word in my ear. “Say that word and I will stop everything, no questions” he said, before he stood and moved away. I breathed another sigh of relief. He was looking out for me. Just in case.

Sir stuck his hand in the jar and pulled out a handful of tickets. He read out five numbers, leading to a lot of shuffling and reorganising of people. Everyone started to undress and clothes were strewn everywhere. All I could could think was that my step-mom would go crazy at the mess.

Sir read out five more numbers. “Group one will begin on my signal. Group two will be ready to go right after. I’ll select Group 3 at the switch over. The remainder is group 4.”

I gulped hard. Four groups……. Did that mean at least twenty horny men? I had no time to digest that as Sir shouted simply, “Begin!”

I was immediately surrounded by the five men in group one. Someone cupped my face and lifted my head. Two large, beautiful cocks were there in front of me, standing hard and proud. The owners rubbed them around my face, in my hair, everywhere. Many hands groped me all over, touching, feeling, caressing. It sent waves of sexual energy all through me as I was used. My back, legs, buttocks, scrotum, shoulders, neck, chest…… every part of me was available. Tongues and teeth joined fingers and thumbs. I was blind to what was going on behind me, which added to the excitement.

Someone took hold of my legs and pulled my knees apart. One of the men got down underneath me and sucked on my balls, while another used his tongue to circle where the tail met my hole. Another was biting my bottom and another was now sucking on my nipple. It was a frenzy of touching, licking and sucking. My body temperature was going from “frightened little boy” cool to “horny teenager” volcanic. I closed my eyes and let it happen. I had goosebumps from top to toe.

Suddenly fingers were exploring the tail and plug. At least three sets of hands were trying to finger me around the plug, pushing and pulling and massaging the edges of my ring. They didn’t pull it out, they were determined to dig it out of me. I was being stretched in new ways, with fingers and thumbs pushing into me alongside the plug, pulling my entrance open wide like it had never been, wider than I thought it was possible to go. The fabric of my panties was stretched too, as hands delved through the flap to get as me. Eventually the plug fell out of me and my tail was gone, but my hole was still held open by many fingers. I moaned. The feeling was exquisite.

Before the plug even hit the carpet a medium sized penis was being pushed into me. I pushed back and sighed as I began to be skewered by my first man. He wasn’t gentle at first, the head of his cock shoving and pushing until he found the right place, other men’s fingers guiding him to where they were holding me open. The head popped inside me and the fingers disappeared, leaving me with a long shaft sliding deep inside me, that sensation of skin-on-skin sending a wave of pleasure right up my spine. I was pleased to feel that I was still tight despite the plug and the intense fingering and stretching.

Now men were playing with my ball gag. I thought they were going to unfastened it, but instead they removed the ball. A penis was inserted through the ring and I sucked the head, licking right into his pee hole in search of salty precum. I wanted it. I was on fire with lust.

I couldn’t keep track of the sensations. I was being fucked from the back and front while fingers, hands, lips and tongues explored every inch of my body. Men knelt around me, lay underneath me, straddled over me. I was the centre of a depraved mass of touching, sucking, licking and fucking. My knees felt weak already and I still had so many men to please.

My heart was racing and I realised I was moaning loudly, my body jostled forwards and then back by the thrusts into my pussy and then my mouth. A tight feeling was growing in my testicles as I was handled and fucked.

The man in my ass slowly pulled out and he was replaced quickly with another. This cock was shorter, but he had a massive head that took a while to pop inside me. He was more gentle than the first guy, a man who knew what he had and how to handle it. When he finally pushed it through my sphincter there was a cheer from the throng. The man who had been in my pussy was jerking himself now, holding his cock near my face. He growled like a bear and shot cum across my cheek, my forehead, and in my eye. He smeared the juices around my face with his cock and there was another cheer. My first soaking.

The cock in my mouth was replaced with another, and another was ready and waiting in the queue. My balls were being sucked and licked by two men now leaving my cock aching to be set free. Someone bit my nipple and the pain sent electricity right through me to my hole, heightening the fucking I was getting back there and increasing that sensation in my balls.

Suddenly the big head was being pulled from me and I felt hot liquid shoot up my back. Someone was soon there to lick it off me while a third cock head was lined up against my gaping entrance.

The new man took hold of my hips and squeezed. He grunted as he thrust into me. He had a smaller cock than the others, but he made up for that with an intensive, hard fucking action that almost pushed me onto my belly.

Someone decided that the gag was getting in the way, even with the ball removed. Fingers fumbled at the buckle and in short order it was thrown aside. Two cocks were forced into my mouth, opening me wide. I shared my tongue between them as they took turns to thrust against my cheeks. I was drooling from my mouth.

Number three pulled out and quickly came around to my front. He pushed one of the other guys out of the way and shoved his cock in my mouth just as he came. I swallowed hard just as a fourth hard penis broke through my sphincter and began to slide in deep.

Cum seeped from the side of my mouth and more cum dripped down my face. I had one eye closed, stuck with gooey cum. I could still feel where the other guy had shot his cum over my back. The scent of sex filled my nostrils and it made me giddy.

I glanced around. Men were beginning to kiss, to touch, impatient to feel something good as they waited their turn with me. I closed my eyes again as a new cock was pushed along my tongue to the back of my throat, a sensation that was masked by the feeling of hot salty juices erupting deep inside me.

The man behind me slapped my bottom hard as he pulled out quickly, leaving me feeling empty.

There was some commotion and Sir called out some numbers, but I couldn’t concentrate on that. Some men pulled me over a big guy’s knee. He was sitting on my step-mom’s footstool. He grasped my ass cheek hard, pinching and pulling before delivering a massive slap. I squealed, and there was a cheer. The man’s fingers from one hand made their way into my mouth while he slapped me again with the other hand. Another cock was pushed into me unexpectedly and I grunted as he thrust forward. Then another hot, stinging slap that sent a shockwave down to my scrotum, feeding that slowly growing sensation there.

I was slapped continually for what felt like a long time, while at least two or three more men shoved themselves into my passage and fucked me until they came. I was breathless, my poor little cheeks red and sore from the smacking, but I loved every second. Sometimes I had fingers in my mouth, exploring and touching, and sometimes I was fucked in the face. It was relentless.

Hands lifted me again, flipped me over, and lay me down on my back on my step-mom’s footstool. Someone pushed his cock back into my mouth, taking advantage of this new position as he tilted my head back and fucked deep into my throat. It seemed easier in this position. Another guy took my ass, quickly and deliberately fucking the last man’s cum back inside me. He came inside too, in sync with the man in my throat. I never tasted his sperm, that’s how far down my throat he shot it.

I lost track of everything for a while. Several men kissed me deeply. Someone licked at my entrance and sucked some of the cum from me. Others kissed and licked my cock in its cage, my balls, my belly. I was delirious with so many hot sensations that I started to feel like I was losing control. I was out of it.

With my legs held back, a man to each, I was fucked and fucked and fucked. Bucket loads of cum were deposited in me, over me, and around me as I writhed and moaned. Positions changed, men came - literally! - and went and every part of me was on fire with sexual energy.

Steaming hot towels were brought and I was rubbed down. As much cum as possible was wiped away. They held me up in a squat position. They kissed me and tongued at my mouth as someone fingered me from behind and then he inserted the tip of a water bottle and squirted the contents inside. I barely had the strength to push the water and cum out onto the towels that were being held underneath my bottom, but I managed it.

Then the carousel of sex started up in earnest again. I wondered how much more I could take, but I couldn’t give up. I had literally years of pent-up sexual frustration, frustration at my sexuality. I want to be their slut, and to lose myself in their lust and desire for me.

More lube was fingered into me. I was sore now, but nothing I couldn’t handle. I was hoisted up and placed on a guy who was laying on his back. They held me, my legs apart, and they placed me down on his cock. The feeling of it breaking through my anus and sliding into my freshly lubed, freshly clean pussy was almost like starting all over again. I felt every vein, every bump and imperfection in this new erection as I was lowered down, powerless to stop or adjust position. My knees touched the floor and they let me go, their hands now free to explore my body. I waited patiently for another cock for my tongue and mouth, but the man pulled me down and kissed me, his sloppy wet tongue licking my mouth and darting into me. He held me close so that I couldn’t move, his hips thrusting his big cock into me in a long, sliding motion. I could only do my best to respond to his kisses.

Someone traced his fingers around my hole as I was being fucked and I moaned loudly again. It felt so good. He pushed his fingers inside me and I had that feeling of being stretched again. He spent several minutes pulling me open, both hands working on my hole while the other guy continued to thrust up with his hips and explore my mouth with his tongue. I was oblivious to other hands and tongues elsewhere on my body as I was fingered and fucked at the same time.

Suddenly a second cock was there at my entrance. My eyes went wide and I tried to move, but I was held in place and I could only make grunts and mewing noises through the kisses. No attention was paid to any objection I might have. This is what I was here for.

The second cock pushed hard against me, held firm by strong hands. Many fingers helped guide it and extra lube was applied to smooth its passage. Slowly, relentlessly, it slid along the first cock and started to break into me. My anus stung as it was stretched to breaking point, two cocks forcing me open at the same time. It hurt like nothing else I had ever experienced, but somehow it was a good pain and I welcomed it and I wanted more of it. I knew by now that the pain would subside when he was in so I pushed back in whatever small way I could manage. Through moans and whimpers, my hole gave way and the second cock glided all the way up inside me. I was being fucked by two guys at the same time. Double penetration. I was in heaven.

I shook all over. I was barely able to hold myself up on my knees. I was getting light headed too. I was exhausted. Totally fucked.

My head was lifted and I opened my mouth like a baby bird. A big, hairy man gently lay his cock on my tongue and pushed it into my mouth so that just the head was past my lips. I sucked and licked for all I was worth, determined to syphon the cum directly from the tap.

The second cock in my rectum slid out and another guy took his place. His was a bigger cock. I was sure my ass would split. Somehow it didn’t, but it knocked the breath from my lungs as it finally slid along the first man’s hard penis and into my passage.

They both fucked, their cocks sliding in and out of my hole, rubbing against each other. I bounced up and down while I sucked. My heart rate was insane. I was sweating like crazy. That tight feeling, that energy in my balls was growing and growing as I feel deeper into the well.

One of the men inside my guts came, starting a chain reaction. The guy in mouth mouth followed suit and finally the second cock shot into me. I tasted the cum in my mouth, felt the heat and wetness inside me. I was practically in spasm with ecstasy.

The next phase of this organised gangbang was a blur. I was picked up, passed around, spanked, pinched, caressed. I never touched the floor, but I had cocks in my ass, my mouth, smeared all over me. Surely some men had come back for a second turn? Cum was running down my legs, out of my mouth, even out of my nose, and I was covered in it. My panties had long ago been ripped off and discarded and one of my long socks had been removed. I don’t remember how that happened.

The last I remember was being held up between two groups of standing men. They had my legs spread wide while a large, hairy man ploughed into me with a massive cock. I was exhausted in a way I had never been before. Beyond tired. My body had been well abused, but it had been brilliant. I had experienced every kind of sexual feeling that was possible and now, in this position, with yet more men touching me and screwing me, I lost whatever control I had left.

A felt a massive wave of energy building within me. It had started in my balls but now it was a sensation so all-encompassing and wild that it shocked me. It was a throbbing deep in my ass as I was fucked by the big man and it radiated out to my balls and my stomach and chest. I writhed, my breathing quick and shallow, getting hotter and hotter. I briefly wondered if I was having a heart attack. The energy seemed to gather and to focus back in on my scrotum, deep in my balls. I couldn’t stop it it building and then I realised that it had gone too far for me to control. I cried out as my balls suddenly seemed to explode and I pumped cum out through the cage, my cock straining to get hard. It just kept coming, sending my body into an exquisite series of orgasmic spasms. Every muscle in my body flexed and released, flexed and released. I couldn’t breath. The massive release of energy was too much for my young, inexperienced mind and body. I closed my eyes as the aftershocks of my incredible orgasm subsided and I was consumed by a warm, deeply fulfilled darkness.

* * * * *

I woke gradually, the sun’s rays poking through the gaps in my bedroom curtains and now bathing my face in light and warmth. A hand touched my leg and caressed me gently just above my ankle and I jumped.

“Hey, it’s me” came a familiar voice from the end of the bed. I froze, my eyes still closed. I got a sense of deja vu, and then everything came flooding back to me.

“How do you feel?”

I moved. God, I ached. Every muscle creaked and protested like I’d spent way too long at the gym. My ass was sore, too. There was a definite warm glow radiating from that area. But even with all of that, I felt pretty fucking fantastic. I told Jack that and we laughed like schoolboys.

“Well, I did promise that we’d gangbang you until you passed out, but I admit I wasn’t planning on taking that literally. I only didn’t stop everything because you seemed to be enjoying yourself.” He grinned. “I know I was.”

I sat up in bed. I was naked. The cage had been removed and I had been cleaned up. “I really did enjoy it. It felt so slutty. But I felt great. Being around so many people who were focussed on me, who didn’t care about my sexuality…… who wanted me like that…. it was a pretty cool experience.” I said.

Jack smiled and leaned in for a kiss. It was long and passionate.

“I looked you over when I bathed you. I think you’ll be fine. No lasting harm. Probably a sore ass, but I got you some cream. It’ll be okay in a day or so.”

I smiled. “I think I’m fine. Or I will be.”

“Good. Now, I’ll get you some breakfast and coffee while I phone around…..”

“Phone around?” I asked.

“Yes. I need a squad of upholstery cleaners here, stat. Specialists in cum and lube removal…..” I giggled until it hurt.

We spent the day lazing around, watching TV and just chilling out and cuddling. Jack was attentive to my every need. He took great pains to ensure I knew that he wanted to be here for me, to look after me. We talked more about the session the day before. He made it clear that while it was fun, he didn’t want that for me again. I didn’t either, figuring it was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, but when I asked him why he just shrugged and replied “I got jealous”. I’m sure he blushed, but he turned away to get me a drink.

I was just about fine the next morning. We spent a few days together like lovers. We went out, went to the beach. We did loads of “couple” stuff. It was a truly wonderful time. And as I felt better and my ass was less sore, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

Then, two days before mom and dad were due back, he told me he had to go. My heart sank. He kissed me and said “I’ll find a way for us to be together again….. if that’s what you want?”

“Of course it is!” I said. He seemed to like hearing that. I couldn’t believe he had to ask.

I sulked for two days until dad got back home. Then life seemed to return to boring normality for about a week. I wondered if everything had been a fantastic wet dream. Dad was starting to pester me about what I was doing with my life. Mom nagged me to tidy my room. I feel like a little kid again. It was all so mundane, so boring. And I was back in the closet, which hurt me deeply.

But then, a few days later, everything changed.

EPILOGUE

I came downstairs. Dad said we were eating dinner at the kitchen table tonight, something I hated doing. The pretence of being straight in the face of a father who just wanted to bully me, to toughen me up, who constantly asked me when I was going to find girlfriend, was dragging me down. As I got to the kitchen I heard voices. I froze. Jack was here and I was sure I heard my name mentioned. My blood ran cold. This was the first time these two worlds had collided and I was unprepared.

I walked tentatively into the kitchen, trying hard to remain cool and calm. Dad looked up at me. “You alright?” He asked.

“Er, yeah” I said.

“You look unwell” he said. I wasn’t surprised. I figured I had gone as pale as a sheet and I was sweating all of a sudden.

“Er…. Just had a bit of a headache.” I lied.

“You need to toughen up, son” he said, a vague look of disgust on his face.

I sat down. I avoided looking at Jack but I could feel his eyes on me throughout dinner. I wondered what was going on. Talk between Jack, mom and dad all seemed normal enough, but I sensed that something was brewing. For now, though, I might as well not have been there, which was fine by me.

As we finished, Jack cleared his throat and I know I immediately went bright red. “I want to talk about young Cole here.” He said. I could have died on the spot. He gave me a reassuring smile, but my eyes were wide as I tried my best to send signals for him to back off. I wasn’t ready to be outed here. If his idea for us to be together was to tell all, I was not up for that!

Dad sat back and sighed heavily. “This should be good.” He said. Always my biggest supporter.

Jack sat back too and crossed his legs. “I should be honest with you guys. I used Jack a bit while you guys were away on holiday.” He said, grinning.

I flushed a hot red. I was about ready to cry with anger and resentment and embarrassment. Surely he wasn’t going to do this to me…..? But it seemed that he was.

Dad said nothing, but mom was curious and asked what he meant.

“Well, I had a lot of clients who needed service during one of those weeks.” He said. On hearing that, I was ready to get up and run away. If he said any more, that was exactly what I was going to do. And never come back. I couldn’t face my dad with this stuff. Not now. Not yet. Maybe not ever. He was a dinosaur and vocally ant-gay, anti-woke, anti-anything that wasn’t around in the stone ages.

Jack winked at me and smiled, which threw me off balance. I frowned. What the hell was he up to? I was on a rollercoaster here and struggling to stay in my seat.

“So, I had Cole help me out. He was at a loose end and I needed a hand. You know what it’s like” he said. “When you’ve got holes to feed.”

I almost choked at that. What the fuck?

“I think the expression is mouths to feed, dear” said mom.

“Yeah, well, holes, mouths. All the same really when you think about it.” He grinned. I was close to passing out again. Where was this going?

“Anyway, Cole is looking to leave education and start work. I have no kids and no-one on the payroll to pass the business to when I hang up my tool belt. So we chatted and if you guys are okay with it, I’d like Jack to come and work for me. He’d have to start at the bottom…..” Again, I almost choked. “…..but he can work his way up . You know, ride the er….. greasy pole.”

Okay, now I did choke. The water I had been drinking came out of my nose. Dad slapped me on the back hard. Jack laughed.

“I think the expression is climb the greasy pole, dear” said mum.

“Well” said dad. “I’ve no objections. Maybe some time with you, Jack, and your site crew will toughen the boy up. He’s too soft. Too much like his damn mother!”

“Thing is folks, we start real early in the construction business. You folks don’t want this great oaf banging around at all hours, keeping you awake.” Jack smiled at me again. He was determined to get as many vaguely sexual references into this little chat and I could see he was delighting in my pained reactions. “So why doesn’t he come and stay with me. Maybe on trial basis, see how it goes. I don’t mind him banging. After all, I’ll be up and banging with him!” He said and he laughed. I rolled my eyes. That one was terrible.

But I did start to see what Jack was doing. It was genius. At least it was to me. And the sense of relief I had that he wasn’t about to out me to my dad was immense.

“Huh, well that makes sense to me,” dad started. “But are you sure you really want this lazy-ass teenager cluttering up your place?

“I think you’d be surprised. When he worked for me for a few days he did a great job. He really put his back into it. I had a lot of guys who needed servicing and Cole made sure they all left satisfied. Every one of them, actually. Now, that doesn’t happen very often. Especially as we had him caged….” He coughed, a fake cough if every I heard one. “…..caged up in the office the whole time, I mean. I say for sure, his ass was not lazy.”

I tried my best to hide a smile behind my hand.

“You up for this, son?” Dad asked. “I’m not having you let the side down. If you go for it, you’ve got to be in all the way.”

I choked slightly again. If only dad knew…..

“Yeah, dad. I’m up for it. And I promise, I’ll make sure it’s all the way in….. or whatever that saying is.” I threw a sly wink at Jack, who was having trouble swallowing a mouthful of beer.

“That’s settled then. Jack, why don’t you run along and pack a bag for a few nights. You can…er…. come with me tonight. See how we get along?” I didn’t miss the emphasis on the word “come”.

I was outta there like lightning. I threw some clothes and stuff into a bag and rushed back downstairs. My heart was racing, and not just from running around like crazy. The thought of spending time with Jack…… it was giving me a real rush. Dad said something about it being a good decision as he had never seen me move so fast.

Jack threw me the keys to his truck and told me to stow my bag. When I got the front seat there were flowers, chocolates, and a card addressed to me. “If you’re reading this, then it worked.” It said. “Good job too, because I think I love you”.

I immediately burst into tears, my heart swollen in my chest and my stomach in knots. I pulled myself together and went back to the house. I somehow pulled off that my tears were because I was saying goodbye. My step mom cried too. Dad just rolled his eyes and said “See what I mean. Soft”.

As we drove away, Jack touched my knee. I looked over to him and smiled. I never wanted to lose this feeling. “I don’t agree with your dad at all.” Jack said.

“What do you mean?” I asked, but I think I already knew what was coming from the sloppy grin on his face.

“I don’t remember you being all that soft…..”

I punched his arm and we both laughed. I loved his stupid sense of humour. I loved his laugh and his smile. I loved the way he looked at me and I loved his eyes. I loved his body. “I think I might love you, too.” I said suddenly, surprising even myself.

He smiled at me and winked. “Listen, almost all my friends are as gay as they come, Cole. You can be yourself. We can be ourselves, a proper couple. I think we’re gonna have a lot of fun together Cole.” He said. “A lot of fun.”

I looked out of the window to hide a tiny tear that had leaked out of the corner of my eye and was rolling down my cheek. Suddenly life had just taken a turn for the better and I was happy - really happy - for the first time.

-THE END-

(For now…..)

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