These family get-togethers suck.
I'm 35 now. We've been doing them ostensibly forever, but in this form since my older brother Dan bought a house and popped out a child. Everyone else has to travel across the country to get here and I'm a ten minute drive away, still an hour from Boston, still doing the same shit I was doing 20 years ago.
I can handle most of the family. It's nice seeing Mom, it's nice seeing all the cousins and in-laws. I see Dan for beers every other weekend. But I can't handle his kid.
Lex. I watched him grow up from a nasty young boy to a fratty asshole adult. He's 18 now and just as obnoxious as he ever was. I stare at him and his boyfriend (Jake?) on the other side of the room. He's looking at his phone while his boyfriend talks to him, nodding every so often just to appease him. He starts texting someone and Jake gives up.
His boyfriend is a beauty. He’s hulking over six feet. He’s a highland cattle with beautiful brown fur and a nice mullet, big muscles pressing against his gray sweatshirt and black shorts. His headphones are around his neck. He looks like he hasn’t quite gotten used to his big muscular body yet.
I'm nearing 40 with a beer gut and a job at the airport. I haven't been with someone in years. And Lex is ignoring the gift in his lap.
I head out to the street and light a cigarette.
Fuckin' unfair is what it is.
I'm most of the way through my second cigarette when the door opens and the alley is flooded with warm light for a moment. I expect it to be my brother, maybe, or Lex, ready to throw hands for how I'm looking at his man, but it's not that. It's Jake.
He fumbles with his phone in his hooves. He stands next to me and stares at his phone for a little bit. He seems pissed off but like he's trying to keep it in. I drop my cigarette and tamp it out with the tip of my boot.
“Hey, kid.” He looks up from his phone with scared eyes. “Jake?”
“Oh, hi. You’re….”
“Eddy. Lex’s uncle.”
“Ohhh, right.” He smiles. “Hi.”
“I haven’t seen you in forever. You just have been… I dunno. I bet you’re sick of hearing that. How old are you now?”
“Just turned 18.”
I smile. “So you’re still in high school?”
“Yeah.”
“How are you liking that? Any college you’re thinking about?”
“Community college maybe. I dunno. It’s cool.”
“Yeah? Played hockey there.”
“Ohh. Cool. I love hockey.”
“You play?”
“Watch, mostly. I do soccer.”
“It’s a good place. Had lots of fun.”
He looks back at his phone for a second, then switches it off and puts it in his pocket. It’s quiet for a moment. I look at the fence in front of us and then the dark sky.
“So you and Lex are together?”
His head shoots straight towards me. His eyes are wide. “No no no.”
“It’s okay. Guys can like guys. Didn’t say what kind of fun I was having.”
He laughs and starts running his hand through his mullet. “That’s cool, um…. no, I just meant that we’re not…”
“Oh, you’re just ‘friends,’” I intone. “Sure.”
“Yeah.”
“Lex is a good kid. Probably a good boyfriend.”
Jake grits his teeth.
“What,” I chuckle, “He’s not?”
“I mean… I dunno.”
“You can tell me.”
“Like. Sometimes I feel like I’m expected to do all the boyfriend things without being his boyfriend.”
“Ohhhh… I’ve been there.”
“Really?”
“Totally.”
“I mean. I’m at his damn family reunion. You know? I mean I love him and I have a lot of fun with him, but I want to be…”
“His boyfriend?”
“Yes. I want to be his boyfriend. I’ve asked before and he says he just wants to keep it like we are… which is fine, and I like it, but I want to…” He laughs again. “I don’t know. Sometimes it just feels like he wants to be able to have sex with other people and that’s the only reason why we’re not dating. Because, you know, we’re just friends. It’s fine if he goes to parties and hooks up, you know. But if we’re dating I’m expecting us to be exclusive.”
He huffs and sits down on the curb. Then he looks back up at me, I’m sure realizing how much he just overshared. His eyes catch the moonlight.
“I dunno. Is that weird?”
“You want some advice?”
“If you’re willing.”
I take the seat next to him. Our thighs touch but he doesn’t move away.
“Is that why you came out here?”
He laughs. “I’m so pissed at him. He was texting one of his girls just now. While I'm right there.”
I know exactly what the right thing to say is. Sometimes people’s expectations don’t exactly line up and you have to be willing to either work with it or not. It seems like this is a situation where you’re both leaving for college soon and you might have to realize this first love isn’t going to be your last one and you should leave it in a good place.
But god is this bull good-looking. He has a great smile, beautiful hair, such a humble way about him for how built he is. He’s handsome and young and likes hockey. I’d love a piece of him.
“So he’s hooking up with other guys?”
“Guys and girls.”
“Does he know you don’t like it?”
“I dunno. Maybe he likes that it makes me jealous.”
Not such a good kid I guess. I look at the asphalt between my legs and swallow. “Have you ever thought about getting back at him?”
“Ohhh… like… having sex with someone else?”
“He said it first. You’re not dating.”
“He’d hate that.”
“You think?”
“Oh man. Yeah. He’d totally want to date me then.”
That’s the logic of an 18-year-old with a good body and a stupid brain if I’ve ever heard it. I say nothing.
“Who should I…” he whispers. His gaze goes from the street in front of us, up my legs, to my crotch for a brief moment, right up to my face. I can see him tense up for a moment. His tail sways back and forth.
“Hey, kid,” I smile.
“Hey.”
“My car’s right over there.”
“Is that…”
I stand up and push my crotch out a little, my erection obvious in my shorts. He’s trying to hide the smile on his face.
I saunter over to my car in the dark. I can hear him a few paces behind me. Luckily my car is parked in a good spot in the grass, shielded from anyone coming over. I lean against it and wait for Jake.
He arrives soon after. The boner in his shorts is obvious, tucked down his thigh. It’s so obvious it’s practically poking out of the seam. He has an awkward little smile and his hair in his hoof.
“C’mere.”
He steps towards me. I put a hand on his back and leave it there for a second. I want him to solidify his decision now. He can go back, return to Lex and let this be a momentary lapse in judgement, something everyone can forget about by the next family gathering. As much as I want it, it’s his choice.
Of course he doesn’t. He steps into me and gives me a kiss. I wrap my paws around his waist and kiss him back.
He likes it way more than me. Of course I love kissing a young stud, I’m not crazy, but he shuts his eyes tight and gets into making out with me. He puts his hooves on my stomach, presses his crotch so hard into mine I can feel his cock pulsing, and moans into my mouth. I thought I was just going to give him a peck on the lips but we’re doing the whole kitchen sink.
I grab his butt and give it a good squeeze. Pure muscle.
“Hey,” I whisper into his mouth. He pulls away and a little string of spit forms between us. “Have you ever done this?”
“With Lex,” he whimpers.
“Besides him?”
He shakes his head no.
“You haven’t kissed anyone else?”
“Is that okay?”
I smile and scratch the back of his head. “You like it."
He nods. "Yes sir."
"C'mere."
I sit him down in the passenger seat of my car. I think he expects me to come around to the driver's seat, take us to some secret place, but I lean right against the open door. He looks up at me with wide eyes.
"Well?" I smirk. "You waiting for Lex?"
He puts his hooves under the waistband of my shorts and lowers them. My bulge in my white briefs pops out. He stares at it like he's never seen another guy's bulge before, which is mostly true, really. I hold my bulge in my paw, I guess so the impetus isn't on him to make the first move. He sits in front of me expectantly.
"Let's get this out for you," I say. I separate the fly and let my dick fall out. It hits his nose ring. He pulls back for a moment before getting right back in.
"I've never..." he says. Then he just smiles bashfully.
"How does it compare, huh?"
"You're bigger."
"That's what I thought."
He grabs my erection in his hoof and gives it a good squeeze. Then he leans forward and holds the tip right in front of his mouth.
"Open up," I say.
He lets my dick into his mouth. Clearly he's had practice, because after a few moments of adjusting, he presses it deep into him, right against his throat. He closes his eyes and enjoys it.
I am changing this kid's life, that's for sure.
My stomach rests on his muzzle, my pubic hair against his nose. The metal is cool against my crotch. I lay my head down on the top of the car and look at the stars in the distance. If you listen really closely, you can hear the bustle of a family gathering. Lex is probably wondering where his not-boyfriend is right now.
The noise of the gathering is quickly overpowered by the sound of spit, of his throat being penetrated. He put my dick in his mouth and didn't come up for air once. It feels fucking good. I haven't gotten head this good in a while. Lex must be living the life.
Finally, he pulls away panting. Spit drips down onto his sweater.
I grin at him. "How do you like that?"
"I like it."
He's not saying anything eloquent, but I can tell by the hungry way he says it, by the ferocious way he lowers his shorts and lets his dick flop out onto his hoodie, that he really means it. His dick is too nice for Lex to be treating him like his plaything. Maybe he's beginning to realize that.
He starts jerking himself off while he sucks my dick. I remember how I was at that age, so desperate to get off, so fast with my paws. I push his head all the way against my crotch and he starts jerking himself off with two hooves. It seems like he's more than happy for me to take over, so I start controlling the pace that he sucks me off at while he goes at his dick.
Eventually, he taps my leg twice and I let him go. Good thing my nephew is teaching him good consent. He pulls back and wipes the spit from his muzzle with his sleeve.
"I'm getting close," he pants.
"Yeah? Me too."
"Eddy?"
"Mmhmm?"
"Don't tell Lex about this."
"Of course not. I'd never do that."
"Okay." He sits there with big eyes, my dick dangling over his face. "Okay."
"You feeling okay?"
"Should I tell him?"
"I mean. If you want." I hold my dick in my paw. "Or it could be our secret."
He grips his dick with me. I think I know what it's going to be.
We start jerking off together. I lean on my forearm and watch the young stud relieve himself beneath me. He's got his entire life ahead of him. No need to get caught up on some guy right now.
I put my hand through his hair and keep it there. "I'm gonna cum," I moan. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum."
He closes his eyes. I give myself one final stroke and finally feel some warmth on this chilly night. My head feels light as I shoot out my load onto him, much more cum than I'm expecting, much harder than I think. Maybe being with a young buck is revitalizing me. My first shot almost avoids him on the other side, actually, only some landing on his hair and most on the headrest of the driver's seat. No biggie -- worse has been on these seats. The rest coat his face, beautiful pearly liquid dripping down his brown fur. The last bit of it drips down onto the road beneath me. I drop my dick and try to regain my breath.
Soon after, he lets out a moan into his hoof and starts dribbling cum all over his sweatshirt. Not as explosive of an ending as I'm expecting from him, probably the same reason why as soon as he finishes, he looks up at me with those same wide eyes.
Excitement is quickly making room for panic. Clearly post-nut clarity is hitting hard.
"Fuck," he says. "What the fuck was I thinking?"
"Hey, hey." I pull my shorts back over my dick. This is probably not the only load caked into this underwear. "What's wrong?"
He sits there, cum turning clear, his dick going back to flaccid. "Oh my god. What the hell am I gonna tell Lex? I'm fucking covered in cum."
"Shhh. Hey. It's okay."
He leans his head back and groans. He covers his face with his hooves for a second. He makes me think I royally fucked up for a second.
But then he pulls his hooves away and there's a little grin. "You cum so much."
I laugh. "I don't normally, dude. It was you."
"Really?"
"C'mon, young stud? How could I not cum like that? The soccer is doing wonders."
"I like..." He picks the end of his sweatshirt up and a little bit of cum drips. He wipes some of my load from his face. "Shit. I liked that."
"I liked it too."
"You're so hot."
"Yeah? It's nice being with someone a little older, huh?"
He gives his face one final wipe and laughs. "What the hell am I gonna do?"
"I'll tell you what. Did Lex drive you here?"
"Yeah."
"I'll give you a ride home. You can tell him you got sick or called your Dad or whatever. I'm sure I got a towel in the back you can clean yourself up with. That all sound good?"
"It does."
I go round back and grab the towel for him. He wipes himself up while I get us out of here. Finally he pulls his shorts back up and puts his headphones on, although I don't think he puts any music on. He punches his address into the GPS, then slumps against the window and looks at me.
"What's up?"
"Nothin'."
We don't say anything else the whole ride. Just the darkness of the road.
When I drop him off a few blocks from his house, I'm expecting us to say nothing at all. To pretend that never happened. But instead, he comes around to my side of the car and I roll down the window. Warm light spills onto his face.
"Did I get the wrong address?"
"Um... Eddy?"
"Jake?"
"Could we... could I give you my number?"
"Of course."
"And maybe we..."
I smile. "Our little secret?"
"Our little secret."