Outed

During the week the pair had given up sleeping in separate beds. Stu’s bed was crowded for two, but as a king single, it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. Stu had forgone his boxers almost every night since they’d started sharing. It made giving each other blissful head, so much easier, and both enjoyed the skin-on-skin contact.

As midnight Friday clicked over, Stu found it hard to fall asleep, his new status as ‘attached’ seem to occupy his brain endlessly. He found himself just wanting to touch Tim, to confirm he was real. Every time he checked, he found the guy was flesh and blood. The whole situation seemed too good to be true. As he gazed into the darkness, Tim slept like a bear beside him. My bear, he thought as he smiled to himself.

As they showered and started their Saturday, Tim asked about Jane.

“She and Dad have been friends for years, not a girlfriend, more a friend he sometimes has sex with.” Informed Stu.

“That’s so cool, your Dad must be as horny as you!” Tim teased.

“That’s gross,” declared Stu, “like I want to think about my Dad having sex.” Tim laughed as he found his toothbrush.

“We’d better get going,” hurried Stu, “Dad will want us to go to the market with him before the game.”

“Hey,” Tim called, as they prepared to head down stairs. Stu turned to face him as Tim pressed forward and kissed him with passion. “I’m glad you’re my boyfriend.” Stu beamed, and kissed him back.

They had no idea; it was to be the last perfect moment of their world, for a time to come.   

As they bounced into the kitchen, Kev was sitting in the breakfast nook. Oddly, Stu realised, there was no breakfast underway, and he didn’t have a coffee in front of him. He’d been waiting for them. He simply gestured towards the bench seat opposite. This was strange.

Tim squeezed in first, his junk bobbing up and down as he got himself arranged. Stu followed and when settled, asked where Jane was.

“We put her new dash-cam in this morning, she’s gone home.”

“Why so early?” Asked Stu, knowing she only lived a few blocks away, and had never left this early before.

“Jane and I had quite the discussion last night, and this morning.” Kevin began. The boys looked at him blankly. “She’s convinced you’re gay.” He said, holding direct eye contact with Stuart.

“Mr. B…” Tim started before Kevin quickly held up his palm to silence the boy.

“Well?” Kevin continued.

“Well what?” Asked Stu, feeling his temperature rising.

“Well, are you gay?”

“Err, what if I was?” replied Stu.

“I said to Jane, that couldn’t be the case.” Kevin continued. “Stuart wouldn’t make that decision without speaking with me first.”

“You think that sort of thing would be a decision.” Stu asked, feeling numbness creeping into his belief system already.

“I think that a son would speak about such an important step with his father.” Responded Kevin with a slightly elevated tone. “Especially a father who has gone out of his way to be there for every other drama in his son’s life.”

“You think this is a drama?” asked Stu, not believing how this was unfolding before him. Kevin began shuffling out of his seat.

“I think you’re now just being contrary.” He said as he got to his feet, “we’ll speak about this more, young man. I’m going to the market.” He left through the back door, almost but not quite slamming it.

The boys were stunned.

“What the fuck man!” said Tim breaking the silence.

“I don’t know what just happened.” Replied Stu thirty seconds later. Quiet returned as each boy processed the event.

* * *

With a haphazard breakfast down, Stu and Tim made their way to the bus. The game didn’t start to eleven, but neither wanted to be in the house when Stu’s father returned from the weekly shop.

It transpired it was lucky they left early. A full block of Picnic Avenue was sitting behind police tape, with five or six cruisers nearby. There were cops everywhere. They’d have to detour, adding fifteen minutes’ walk.

“Wonder what happened?” Asked Tim, to a distracted Stu.

“Don’t know.” Came the simple answer.

They arrived at the ground just as the coach was opening the locker rooms.

“That’s more like it,” he said without elaborating. The boys just shrugged and sat waiting for the bulk of the team to arrive. They did over the next half an hour, sending the noise in the rooms, sky high. The team was buzzing with a four-game winning streak.

Tim and Stu both had a game to forget, Stu especially. He fumbled badly twice and almost cost the team a major score. He was lucky that defense stood up at the last second and conceded just a minor point. The coach was livered, he pulled them aside as soon as the final hooter sounded and tore strips off their effort.

The feelings in the locker room weren’t any warmer. The team had won, but just.

“What the fuck were you two doing?” demanded Steve, “especially you Bolton, that drop was bullshit!” the cohort murmured with hostile undertones.

“Hey, I just had a fucken off game!” Stu spat, deciding attack was the best defense. “Are you saying Cooper, you’ve never fucked up on the field!” Stu was letting his unspent anger off the leash.

“Never, when we’ve been four zip!” countered Steve, getting to his feet and squaring up towards Stu. The pair charged at each other sending the room into chaos. In the crush of bodies that ensued, Alex somehow managed to wedge himself between the pair. His extra size holding them apart.

“Enough!” boomed Coach at the door. The room froze, considered its options then returned to packing up. “Good work Alex.” He said simply.

After a shower and generally calming down, Stu, Tim and Alex found themselves the last to leave.

“Don’t fret about Steve,” offered Alex, “he’s just worried about holding his finals spot on the team. We all are, there’s a lot of talent trying to get in, now we’ll finish in second spot.” Stu realised, he was right, with today’s win the team couldn’t be dislodged from its place on the league ladder.

“Thanks,” Stu replied, simply. Alex nodded and left. Silence returned.

“I was thinking,” started Tim. “Maybe we should spend the night at my place. You know, just until your dad settles.”

“You think he will?” Asked Stu.

“Of course,” replied Tim. “He’s a cool guy, who was just taken off guard.”

“I hope so.” Lamented the boy, “and yes, your house sounds like the exact place I want to be.”

“I’ll text Dad and see what comes back.”

* * *

As the last remnants of the take away dishes were washed down with Mountain Dew, Stu felt the day was close to over.

“That was a fucked-up game.” He said, as he remained seated at the Baxter dinner table. “It followed a fucked-up morning with Dad.”

“Well, it’s not fucked-up now though.” Smiled Tim as he came around the table, motioned for Stu to push his chair back and then sat on his boyfriend’s lap.

“No, it’s not fucked up now,” he replied as he stretched his arms around the naked guy trying to kiss him. “Now is perfect, compared to before. Thanks.”

“For what? My game was almost as bad as yours.” Offered Tim.

“Thanks for suggesting this time out.” He said as he gestured around the space.

“Do you want to watch a movie.” Tim asked.

“I wouldn’t mind just snuggling in bed?” replied Stu.

“It’s only 8.30.”

“I know, and I’m too sore to do any serious playing. I just want to hang, doing nothing.”

“Ok, let’s turn off our phones and ‘hang’,” Tim agreed, as he stood and began clearing the dishes. Stu stayed in place.

“Speaking of serious play.” Continued Tim, now from the sink. “Do you think we’re going to fuck?” Stu considered, not showing any sign of surprise.

“As in ‘fuck’ in the arse?” he confirmed.

“Yeah.” Replied Tim.

“I don’t know about you,” Stu replied, “but I definitely want to fuck. I really want to feel my dick in you.” He paused, “only if that’s ok, that is.”

“It’s ok with me,” began Tim, his dick starting to thicken as they talked. “But I’d like to drill you too.”

“Of course dude, I want you to.” Countered Stu, quickly.

“Probably not tonight though. I want to watch a few more of those videos.” Tim continued, “just to find out what to do.” Stu nodded.

“No rush,” he said, “but I’m horny for you. You know that?”

“I know,” Tim replied. “I’m horny for you too bro. You can see that!” as he looked down to his now hard cock.

* * *

As soon as the kitchen was spotless, they retreated to the upstairs guest room.

“You guys have bedrooms everywhere.” Commented Stu. “Why aren’t we using your room?”

“There’s a double bed in here, and it has its own bathroom.” Tim replied.

“Cool” said Stu as he began to undress.

True to their plans they turned off their phones and climbed in to bed. They had every intention of sexually satisfying themselves. But in truth, they were deep asleep by 10.00.

In the wider world dramas were unfolding at a rate of knots. News broadcasters interrupted regular viewing, expert opinions were being consulted, and an avalanche of attention was rocketing towards the now dreaming boys.

Tim awoke first and carefully rolled to stare at Stuart Bolton, his boyfriend. Tim had been aware of his feelings for longer than he’d revealed. Sure, he’d underestimated how he felt, but he’d been jacking off, thinking about Stu for a few months. The situation had unfolded perfectly.

Having to get nude, hadn’t been part of the plan but it had been an excellent outcome from ‘failing’ to lift the barbell. He did feel a little guilty for topping out on what he could really lift, but he’d won the last two ‘pains’, it was Stu’s turn. Tim felt his cock turn to stone, he couldn’t wait to fuck this guy, regardless of how cool he had played it last night. He really did need to drill him big time. He smiled to himself as he realised, he had all the time in the world.

As if planned, Stu’s eyes fluttered awake.

“Morning,” he said in a soft husky voice. “Have you been staring at me?” Tim was surprised.

“Yeah, I’m officially allowed now.” He replied as he stretched forward and kissed his boy on the forehead. “I’m going to grab a shower; you want to check how hot it’s going to be today?”

“We left our phones down stairs, remember?” Stu replied, stretching to wake properly.

After Tim had the shower running and had finished soaping himself, Stu stepped into the recess, and immediately got to his knees. If Tim wasn’t hard before, he was solid steel now! Stu, making sure to keep Tim’s hands away from his gear, worked him with bouts of intensity and zero contact. Tim thought he might go mad.

Eventually, when Stu found himself close, he worked the cock before him to its climax.

“Dude, I’m getting close,” Tim uttered almost breathlessly, Stu kept on, “no dude, I mean it, I’m going to blow.” Stu kept on. Oh my god Tim realised, he’s going to swallow my load! The thought instantly sent him over the edge. He filled Stu’s mouth, throat and maybe even some of his stomach. It was sensational.

“That was amazing man,” he declared to Stu as the guy climbed up off his knees and smiled a cream covered grin to his boyfriend.

“Hey, you’re not the only one who blew.” He said as they both looked down at his now dripping dick.

* * *

As they sat for a naked breakfast of cereal and toast, it occurred to Stu, he still hadn’t turned on his phone. He downed the last of his juice and went to retrieve it from the side bench.

“Grab mine too dude.” Called Tim as he stuffed the final piece of toast in his mouth and began munching.

As both devices came to life the messages, notifications and missed calls streamed in.

“What the fuck?” said Stu, as he tried to compute. “I think my phone has blown a gasket.”

“I don’t think so,” said Tim. “Not unless the same thing has happened to mine.”

“I’ve got 37 new messages.” Stu declared.

“25.” Countered Tim.

At that moment the back door rattled under a heavy knock.

“That will be your Dad,” predicted Tim, “he’s the only one who uses the back door.” Stu felt his chest tighten, as Tim went to answer.

As soon as Tim had opened the door enough to confirm it was Kevin, the man pushed his way in.

“Thank god you’re here.” He said, without explanation.

“Dad, I thought you texted last night, that it was a good idea to have a time out.” Challenged Stu, not wanting a repeat of yesterday’s breakfast scene.

“What?” Questioned Kevin, confused.

“Dad, I know you’re disappointed.” Stu persisted, “But I’m sure I’m gay, it’s not a phase. If it means you can’t love me anymore, then I’m sorry.” He paused, tearing up. “I’m sorry for us. Not just me.”

The unexpected but heartfelt words rocked Kevin to his core. He’d been focused elsewhere and the sentiment the boy believed to be truth, brought a deluge of reality to him as a father.

Quick of thought, he immediately pushed the other, now not so urgent matters aside. He decided in an instant he needed to deal with this now. He made for his son and hugged him as if he was still the three-year-old kid, he was yesterday. Sobbing his eyes out, he released his so called ‘concerns’ for his son’s future. What a jerk he’d been! He couldn’t speak he was so ashamed.

A full minute later he looked up to see a teary-eyed Tim watching from the left, he immediately reached out and dragged the boy into an equally intense grip. In that moment a bond, inexplicable in words was created. By accident he’d set a foundation stone, they’d all lean on, with what was coming. 

As the energy levels returned to something, less than ‘full on’, Kevin finally released the boys and took a step back.

“Don’t you ever say I’d question my love for you again,” he said directly to Stuart. Stu just gave a firm nod, they had agreement.

Kevin, still regrouping from the shock of the engagement, looked up and down the length of his boy, his naked boy.

“Are you a nudist too?” he asked, in a tone Stu would never know was serious or not.”

* * *

After Kevin had calmed himself, he asked for a coffee and sat at the table. The boys had no idea why he was here. His reaction to his son being gay and his response was touching but it was ‘over the top’ as far as they were concerned.

“How come your phones are not on?” he asked, “I didn’t think that was possible?”

“We just wanted a night to ourselves; the game yesterday was really bad. I almost got into a fight in the change-rooms afterwards.” Replied Stu, as Tim nudged him across so he could sit.

“So, you’re not involved with any gangs, or drugs?” Asked Kevin, finally getting to the point of his visit. “And, the fight in the change rooms finished there?”

“Dad, it wasn’t even a fight.” Assured Stuart. “I just fronted the guy for being a jerk?”

“Have you called the police yet?” Asked Kevin, shocking the teenagers.

“Dad! It was nothing, why would I call the police?” quizzed Stu, thinking this gay thing was really screwing his father up.

“Not about the locker room, about the news?” Kevin asked.

“What news? it was just a bad game. Why would I call about that?” Stu responded, if it was possible, he was getting more confused by the second.

“The TV news. Your pictures?” Kevin explained, exasperated. The boys looked blank. Finally, Kevin realised the boy had no idea what he was talking about.

“Someone was bashed in a Picnic Avenue address. Night before last.” Kevin informed. “The guy is critical, in hospital. The police released CCTV footage of two people walking down the middle of the street. You guys.”

“They think we bashed a guy!” exclaimed Stu.

“No, they said they hope you may have seen something, which could help.” Kevin explained.

“We didn’t see any fights.” Said Tim, we just walked home.

“It’s almost 10,” Said Kevin, looking at the clock on the wall, “turn on your TV.”

As predicted, the bashing was the lead local story. As the report progressed it was clear this was big news in the ultra-quiet neighborhood. It cut to a reporter in the street, then a detailed overview, and finally a police news conference. The officer explained where the investigation was up to, the grave condition of the victim, and finally CCTV footage of two pedestrians captured in the area around that time. Stu and Tim saw themselves clearly, although the footage was grainy. The clip had been cropped to only show them from the midsection up.

The police reiterated twice, the pedestrians were not suspects, and went on to ask local home owners to review any security camera footage they may have.

Stu and Tim were amazed.

“So everyone has recognised us?” asked Stu of Kevin.

“Didnt you just recognise you?” Kevin pointed out

“Are your parents still away Tim?” Kevin asked.

“At my grandmother’s.” Came the reply.

“I think you guys should get dressed, we’ll go to the police station. That news has been running all night and all morning.” He paused. “You can ring your folks from the car.”

* * *

At the same time Tim and Stuart were getting themselves into Kevin’s sedan. James Keller, from 34 Picnic Avenue, sat editing the CCVT footage his state-of-the-art system had captured. At last! he thought, the $4000 cost was contributing to the good of the community.

His video clearly showed the pedestrians the police were looking for. Not only that, he had full body images, not the half cropped, poor quality pictures the TV had been showing all morning. For a minute he contemplated the oddness of two men holding hands, but that’s what the youngsters of today did.  

As he reviewed the footage, he was disappointed his new $400 street microphone had only picked up murmurs, clearly the damn thing was too far back! He decided he’d conceal it under his letter box, that would make it work! It was $400 for god’s sake! 

James logged on to the local Facebook page, which was currently obsessed with news of the assault, and possible motives. He uploaded the clip without a second thought. Within seventeen minutes it went locally viral.