Something Different

Still Nathan’s POV

I could hear him before opening the door; I had his phone in my hand. ‘Waiting for The Sun’. That was what was playing as I sucked him off this morning. Watching him, “Maybe you didn’t know.” And he let it out.

“My nights are limp and my days are dark. I don’t know why, I don’t know why; Waiting for the sun, waiting for the sun.” I know, CJ; never expected this from him.

“Oh, tonight, I’ll say we’ll be alright, waiting for the sun.” And then he started the rap stepping from the keyboard and walking around like the place was full of kids wearing his headphone-mic.

I was seeing a side of my best friend that was new. ‘When you’re gone in the morning, Oh tonight.” He saw me and stopped.

I threw him his phone and he smiled at the text I’d sent; “Bed now.”

“I’ll come back tomorrow.” And never turned as he stepped next to me reaching for my hand.

CJ’s POV

Nate was in the passenger’s seat when I came out; his hair in ringlets I loved, but I put my fingers through them anyway. My Mustang is two years old; a throaty one with a six-speed. I love the way I can make the pipes sing, the way I can catch rubber through four gears, and the sound system.

We hit BestBuy for a keyboard, a stand, and a stool because I wanted to do more than I had been. I knew I was flaming because of the deal I made with Cass and the orders she gave her posse, and her friends had more friends. It wasn’t just the hits but every time someone left a comment my phone dinged. It dinged a lot.

I knew what the poor DJ was doing when he said what he did, with a wink. “I got this, Nate. Pick me up in three.” And hit him in the chest with my keys.

I can play the piano, electric keyboard isn’t a piano. It took me a few. There was a big screen, split, actually. I was on one side and the words to the songs on the other, or what I was singing too; ‘Bars and Melody’. There had been improvements to the stage.

Maybe a ten-foot circle; me and the keyboard in the middle. It rotated, there were no words next to me but those two boys on BGT. “Camron Jones,” rang out and as I turned a phone was hurling towards me.

‘BED NOW.’ Was on the screen. “We’re done. I’ll be back tomorrow,” as I broke out in laughter looking at Nate.

I mean Bars and Melody; they must have had great managers. Their appeal to both girls and boys was contagious; they capitalized on that, and I was going to do the same. They came off as a couple, boys being boys.

I wasn’t just going to sing; I’d be putting on a show, touching myself, giving girls my bedroom eyes and some boys too.

I let Nate drive home and my hand rested on his as he went through the gears of my car. We didn’t talk as he drove but I had to tell him to keep his eyes on the road as he would look at the shape of my crotch.

“So??? What you got in mind, Nathan?” I asked when the garage door closed.

“You are so… gonna put that thick cock in me, Cam.” It sounded crass and hot at the same time. Don’t know how?

We walked in and the music was blaring so Cass didn’t hear us. She was washing dishes in the tightest pair of boy underwear, the kind that framed her little butt, no sign of a top. Nathan leaned over and said, “She so has your ass, CJ.” My sister did have a fine ass and the fact he compared hers to mine made me smile.

He did the head nod to the stairs and locked the door when we got to my Dad’s room. “Take your fuckin clothes off.” And I looked at him.

“I won’t tell you again, Camron, take, your, fuckin, clothes, off.” I had never seen such a look on his face. To say it made me hard is an understatement.

This was the most aggressive side of my curly-haired friend and I was boning up as I started doing a striptease for the guy who was going to make me cum one way or another.

“Too slow.” And he started unbuttoning my pants after stepping right up in front of me.

I kind of shook my head and laughed at his need; here was the guy that this morning after chocking on my dripping cock told me he wasn’t gay. And last night when he painted a mural in my bowels, kissed me with such passion and was jealous of Carl offering a blowjob.

“I got something today,” He said with a shy smile.

“And what would that be, NRD?” I asked wanting to pull his tongue with my lips.

He produced a small bag, tore it with his teeth. Three rings, three different sizes, and the medium he stretched out dropping my balls in letting it snap. ‘That took me by surprise’.

From your Author:

As I said, we’re spending Christmas at Pacific Beach. I really should have a car hauler so we don’t have to drive the bus everywhere. Robby has been sitting next to me the whole time, talking, jabbering, just filling the silence.

I really should have a trailer, the bus is like forty-feet long. We could rest for five days never needing to take on water or dump tanks. The restaurant was just a few miles up the hill; you couldn’t ask for a better view.

“I’ll have a Scotch.”

“NO Grampy.”

“Fine. I’ll have a Coffee Nudge.” I said with a smile to the tall guy.

“No Grampy.” And he smiled at me with that look like knowing he’d win.

“I’ll have a B52” I thought.

“He’ll have coffee.” My fuckin Grandson told the waiter who was more than half my age and handsome as fuck.

We had a verity of hor-de-hors; me coffee and the boys, strawberry lemonade. You pay for the view that was wasted on my youngest boy who was focused on a new game. “I got to pee.” He said all of the sudden. I motioned with my head. And looked around.

I realized that tables had been removed, and there were five other occupied tables. I saw a man get up. The hair on my neck stood on end. “I’ll be right back,” I told Robby.

My gaydar might be off a little, but, some shit never dies. I was a long hall behind him, saw him push on the door, knew the little guy would be in a stall. I smiled; shouldn’t have, knowing I was gonna go to jail. I pushed the door open, saw him watching my youngest grandson just trying to pee.

He moved closer behind him, this guy is so..., gonna, fuckin, die. He picked the wrong kid. I pulled him by the collar, slammed him against the wall then into the corner. If you want to fuck a guy up; get his ass in a corner.

I have been here before. Done this before. Everything I have heard and seen in my lifetime unloaded on him. “Grampy.” That’s what stopped me. That’s what saved his fuckin life.

“Wash your hands and go get in the bus,” I said standing next to him running cold water over my knuckles.

I made a head motion to Robby and dropped two, hundreds, on the table following him out checking for cameras. Gotta luv the lack of technology.

Robby somehow knew we were kind of on the same line. His little brother wasn’t like us but I loved him nonetheless. We pulled back into the park; I got out of the driver’s barkca-lounger, motioning to my fourteen-year-old Grandson. I remembered teaching his Dad to drive a car.

We went around the circle a few times, I told him, “Take all the room you have; just think, big.”

He pulled up in front of slot five aiming the ass end. I got out. I looked at him behind the wheel and wanted to cry giving him hand singles till he docked. He looked so… small behind the wheel looking at the dash with cameras and the mirror side to side. Here he was, four-teen-years old, backing a fuckin forty-foot bus into a slip; his brother didn’t even realize. RJC.