Nick continues to deal with his newly acknowledged feelings and desires. There is MFM sex in this chapter but I have chosen to leave it in the Gay Male category.
It continues Chap 1 of "Summer of Firsts Re-Imagined".
Thanks, as always, to LarryInSeattle for his editing assistance.
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Enjoy.
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Loretta fell to her knees and working her head between Nick and her husband, she took Jack's cock into her mouth. She held it there as it grew soft in her mouth. Nick's eyes fell from Jack's and he stared at the side of Loretta's face. He extended his hand and tentatively, slowly began to brush the young woman's hair, posed to jerk his hand away if she objected.
Loretta turned and smiled at him. Her smile melted his uncertainty and when she leaned forward, Nick kissed her. One of Jack's hands joined his, stroking his wife's hair. Jack's other rested along the side of Nick's head, his fingers rubbing the back of Nick's head and neck. Nick loved the feel of Jack's hand on his head; he loved the taste of the man's cock and cum. He discovered he loved it even more when lifted off the tongue of the beautiful woman who had been his first real crush in that time before men began to occupy more of his thoughts than women. He realized he'd rather be kissing Jack and felt guilty.
Loretta had been nice to him, nicer than he imagined most women would be if they discovered he'd been sucking off their husband. Nick tried to process that idea, that a woman could be okay sharing her husband, not just sharing him but sharing him with another man. That shit never came up in Bible school.
Nick's body stiffened and he kissed Loretta harder when a hand touched his cock. He wasn't sure if it was hers or Jack's. He leaned back, breaking the kiss, and Loretta smiled at him. It was her hand.
"Nicky," she tilted her head and looked at him. "Nope, you're not 'Nicky' any more are you? Nick, you have a gorgeous cock. Did you know that?" She turned her head to look up at her husband. "Does he have a gorgeous cock, baby?"
Jack smiled at his wife as he winked at Nick. "Yup, babe. Nick's got a first-rate cock alright. Now if you'd move, I owe little bro here a blow-job."
Loretta pulled her face into a faux pout as she turned from her husband to gaze at Nick.
"Nick, Shelly tells me you've been dating the Niemeyer girl."
Nick nodded, not seeing the point of telling Loretta or Jack that he and Lori had already decided to call it quits, deciding they'd never be more than friends.
"I know it's not polite but, uh, have you two fucked?"
She was right it wasn't polite. Nick was disappointed in her. Lori was a friend, a good friend and would always be a good friend. Nick didn't mean to stare but he did. Loretta dropped her gaze as he stood. She put her arms around his shoulders.
"Don't be mad at me. I'm not trying to be a bitch. I should have known you'd never talk about that. I'm sorry." She stepped back and kissed him on the cheek. "The two of you have got me tied up in knots. I'm so horny I could screw Principal Harris." She shuddered and made a gagging sound. "No, I'm not. Gross." She put a hand on Nick's cheek and turned his face towards her. "I think it would be nice to make love to you. That's all I'm trying to say."
"What the hell, Retta? He's my boyfriend."
Nick jerked his head around at that. Boyfriend?
Jack smiled at him and rubbed the side of his face with one hand. Without thinking, Nick pressed his cheek against the callused but warm hand.
Nick felt like he was standing on the edge of high cliff, unbidden, an illustration from his Bible of Jesus being tempted by Satan sprang into his head and he stiffened. Boyfriend? Is that what he wanted to be? Some guy's boyfriend? He pulled his head away and his eyes grew wide. He looked at Jack, at Loretta. They were no longer smiling. They did not look evil. They looked worried, concerned.
Nick couldn't breathe. He felt sick to his stomach. His ears roared. Husband and wife stepped toward each other. Loretta reached out for him and Nick stood and stepped away. He could see their mouths moving but heard nothing. He saw only worry in their faces. But Satan was the great deceiver wasn't he? How did Nick expect him to look? Pitchfork and cloven hooves?
He stuffed one leg then the other in his jeans and fastened them. The rest of his clothes he gathered in his arms, holding them against his belly. He ran though the kitchen and out the door, Jack and Loretta following, mouths still working but unheard. They did not try to touch or hold him. He stopped long enough to vomit. He continued to retch as he fumbled his keys out of his pocket. He dropped into the seat of his Pinto, unmindful of the scorching vinyl against his bare back.
Jack and Loretta, still naked, stared. Loretta looked like she was crying. Jack simply looked worried. Nick started the car, pulled the stick shift into reverse and stepped on the gas. The roaring in his ears grew louder. As his vision began to spiral down to a single point of light he could see Jack yelling something.
The world winked out.
God he hated it when his mom hovered and fussed. He wanted to scream. "Just leave me the fuck alone." But he could never say that to his mother.
"Is he alright? Jesus look at the blood."
"He's fine. I think. He's got a nice gash where his chin hit the wheel. That's the only thing I see bleeding. Come on help me get him on the ground."
Nick wasn't sure why his dad was here. His dad died a long time ago. He barely remembered him. Strong hands, rough skin hands, but gentle hands gripped his shoulders. He heard, more than he felt, his back squeak along the sticky vinyl of the car seat. He stood, more or less, and much softer, much warmer hands went around his waist.
"Come on Nicky. Lay down. Here's your shirt. Put your head on that."
Nick did as he was told. The grass felt scratchy against his bare back. The sun was in his eyes. He put one arm over them. He heard a car start. His car? He started to raise up to look but the warm hand pushed down on his chest. "Uh-uh, lie still."
The car engine shut off. It continued to try to keep running for a minute. Yeah, that had to be his Pinto.
"Come on little bro. Stand up. Let's get you inside. Last thing I need is for someone to drive by while we're out here bare assed with a bloody man on the ground. We'll have half the county deputies here in an hour. Come on."
Nick stood, as two sets of hands tugged on his arms. His stomach rolled. A strong arm went around his shoulders. Nick felt his feet start to move. He felt as if he was watching the action more than initiating it.
"I'll get his clothes." The woman said. Nick realized that wasn't his mom's voice.
"Naw, come inside first and put on some clothes babe." And that voice couldn't be his father's.
Memory hit him, a sucker punch to the gut. He tried to jerk away. Tried to turn back to his car.
"Knock it the fuck off Nick!" Jack snapped. Other than the day he got into the face of the guy with the cheap suit, Nick had never heard irritation or anger in the man's voice.
"You need to lay down for a spell little brother. You fell out on us man. Out cold. You whacked your chin and you've got blood all over your chest. You can't go home like that. You can't go anywhere until you lay your ass down and have some water. Then, and only then, you can get up, clean up and then if you feel the need to go, go. You don't need to run like the devil's on your tail. No one is going to force you to stay.
Nick jerked his head up to look at the man. "Devil," he whispered in a shaky voice. "You the devil?"
Jack stared at him for a moment as Loretta joined them. "Oh Nick, you fucked up mess you." Jack shook his head. "Yeah, Nick, that's me the devil. And this," he jerked his head at Loretta. "This is the queen of Sheba, my consort, Mrs. Mephistopheles. Jesus, man."
Jack shook his head as Loretta looked at the two of them, not sure what was going on. Her husband urged Nick toward the house.
"Come on. If I'm the devil would I offer you a glass of ice-water you fucking dope? Come on before His Satanic Majesty gets his naked ass arrested for public indecency."
Jack helped Nick back to the couch. The couch where just a few minutes ago, Nick had sucked Jack off for the second time that day. Nick tried not to think about that. After he was settled, Jack disappeared down the hall. Loretta appeared and took his place, a plastic glass of water in one hand.
"I don't think ice-water would be a good idea yet." She handed the glass to Nick. He took a sip and waited to hear back from his stomach. Hearing no complains, he risked a larger drink.
"We do have ice though," Loretta said with a smile. Her eyes dropped to Nick's chin and then his chest and the smile slipped from her face. "Holy crap Nick. You look like you were in a knife fight."
"Bullshit," Jack snapped as he returned to the living room. "As the only one in this room to have ever been in a knife fight, I call bullshit. What he looks like is a little kid who was running in the house, fell and hit his chin on the coffee table."
Nick glared at the man. Jack, gazed back mildly, as he sat a basin of water on the coffee table. Nick dipped a washcloth into the basin and then squeezed it out.
"Hold still Britt."
"Britt?" Loretta asked, confused, looking from Nick to Jack.
Nick glared at Jack who began to smile, knowing Nick got the joke.
