The Awaening

The Awakening

His father was never really a figure in his life, gone by three with little contact thereafter, as a only child it was just Christian and his mom, a good mother who struggled and fought to provide as good a life as a single mother could. She worked hard, long hours, sometimes at multiple jobs to make ends meet. As such Christian grew up fast as the man of the house, he taught himself how to work around and repair general household things, discipline, fitness, how to repair the car...since they never had a lot of spare resources, often out of necessity to get the job done but those are the things that build character and experience. Christian was never envious of the other boys whose dads took care of things or taught life lessons. A pragmatic young man, Christian appreciated what he had and always revered his mother for working so hard to make a good life for the two of them.

He'd only been gone to college for a few months of his freshman year when he'd returned for Christmas break. It was nice to be back and as he arrived early to the delicate veneer of snow lightly blanketing the neighborhood, he notice two men shoveling their driveway. He parked, grabbed his bags, and started for the house. "Hello", they said almost in unison as one continued, "...you must be Christian". A bit puzzled at the unexpected, Christian said, "Yes, but may I ask who.." as the more outspoken on cut him off but in a friendly and polite manner, "oh yes, excuse us, I am Frank and this is John. We're your...somewhat...new neighbors".. he trailed off a bit as he removed his glove and extended his warm, strong hand. Christian took it feeling a firm but smooth handshake and sensing a calmness and ease about Frank.

"Oh, right", Christian replied, "Mom mentioned someone moving in, but pardon me, I've been so busy adjusting to school and then finals that I...." "No worries at all, we've fallen in love with the area and even after just a couple of months, this feels like home", Frank added. "I hope you don't mind us shoveling, your Mom is at work until late and we finished our place so we figured we'd help out". Christian didn't mind at all and without much thought, he blurted out, "Are you roommates?" to which Frank and John both looked at each other and chuckled, "of sorts...We're married...John is my husband". "Oooh" Christian said, suddenly feeling flush and embarrassed for assuming. "Look Frank, you've made him blush" John said. Christian was but at the same time, these two men were so friendly and accommodating, he even surprised himself how at ease they made him feel.

"I'll tell you what, your Mom mentioned you'd be showing up sometime this morning and that she'd be late at the office. Let us help you with your bags, we'll finish this last bit of the walkway, and then when you're settled, pop over for a warm lunch, our treat". Christian didn't want to impose, he'd always been a polite boy with impeccable manners but he was powerless to refuse. Frank and John were so disarming, he found the idea of a warm, home cooked lunch, after months of cafeteria food irresistible. "That sounds really good, sure" he blurted out.

At 11:45, a soft knock on the door, Christian stood there, freshly showered as John opened the door. Christian, all of still 18, stood about five nine, five ten, and all of 150 pounds soaking wet. He was muscular but lean, short hair, clean cut, very well kept for a boy of his age. Christian was always current but not trendy, a mix of handsome but the looks that allowed him to blend in. A good looking young man, his quiet, unassuming demeanor betrayed by his piercing blue eyes. Unforgettable eyes. John pulled the door open and took a step back as to welcome Christian in. There he stood, perhaps late 40's, tan, even in mid-winter, a short pair of tight shorts, and a waist-length, mostly open robe showing his smooth bare chest. John was in excellent shape himself and that was evident to Christian. Frank popped into the foyer playfully giving John a shove calling him a showoff. Frank was the more outspoken, more flamboyant of the two as he explained that John liked to warm up in their hot tub while he was slaving over lunch, he added sarcastically.

"C'mon in, have a seat". Frank was also late 40's or so, also seemingly lean and muscular, also tan, also smooth. Christian has had thoughts like any teen has but his noticing of these new men, new to him, new to his world, took him back a little. He knew now, after his little embarrassment, they were gay, and that wasn't the least bit uncomfortable for Christian, in fact it was intriguing, but he never really confronted those thoughts outside of a stray, internal wondering as he matured. College, so far, one semester in, was a blur of classes, navigating a new world, far enough from home to be different, and meeting new friends that to be honest, he didn't give things much thought so noticing John and Frank, their bodies, was a certain reminder to this young man that he felt needs, physical needs, and along with that, a distinct amount of confusion.

"The house looks very nice" Christian said as he looked around, "I remember when the Smiths were here and then it sat for so long...It's nice to see it cleaned up and lived in". John and Frank were appreciative. They worked hard to bring it back and make it their home. "How about a tour?" said John. "Go ahead" said Frank, "I've still got a few minutes until lunch is ready". With that, John grabbed Christian's hand for a second to change his direction as the walked around the first floor. John showed the standard, living room, den, office. Christian complemented everything, noticing a few tasteful, artistic nude men paintings, without saying as much. Out the the sunroom, bright, even in the gloomy, snowy day, the room was almost surrounded by evergreens on the outside, it felt both amazingly open and amazingly private at the same time as John showed off his favorite part, the hot tub. It was a good size with ample seating, he playfully dipped his hand in a spashed Christian with a few drops, laughing. Christian laughed as well and while feigning indignance, appreciated the ice breaker. He was feeling welcomed and that was nice. The pool, closed up for winter, sat just outside the sunroom.

John continued the tour, upstairs, an upstairs office,, a bedroom room with a massage table, through their master bedroom, and into their exceptionall large bathroom. "This is what sold us the house", he said, "the size, and we just finished having it completely redone". Even for the apathetic aesthetics of an 18 year old, it was impressive. A huge soaker tub, a large, walk-in shower with multiple shower heads and a marble bench, it was something else.

They made their way to the basement. A completely finished seating area with multiple, large lay back couches, a huge screen TV, a audio system that looked very high end and very expensive, amazing lighting. As they walked through, Christian looked in a partially opened door to another space in the basement, dimly lit with red, glowing lights. As Christian made his way towards the door, John lunged ahead and closed it. Now his turn to be a little embarrassed. John stammered a bit saying something about that space not being ready yet before collecting himself and saying "perhaps another time". Christian was now curious and it was obvious that John didn't realize the door may be opened.

"Lunch!" Frank yelled down, saving the moment, so we made our way upstairs. Lunch was delicious, gourmet, five cheese grilled cheese and home-made tomato soup. On a cold day, it was amazing. They chatted friendly chatter, a touch on the knee, a laugh and a touch on his arm, getting up and rubbing a leg on against a forearm, both Frank and John were friendly, touchy, but overall welcoming and easing. These were nice guys and Christian felt good having them as neighbors. He felt good that they spoke highly of his mom. He felt secure that while he was away at school, she had some help and someone to look out for her. He also felt something else.

As winter break wore on, a week into two, into three. A few more interactions with his neighbors, a few firendly comments, bordering flirting, and Christian began to feel other things. He wondered about them. He lay at night and would sometimes drift his toughts to them in the hot tub, or that amazing shower, or the soaker tub, relaxing watching television, perhaps porn, and what was behind that door? As he wondered, he would catch himself aroused, he would grasp his cock, laying in the dark, stroking as he pictured their smooth, tanned bodies, he would feel his cock flex in his fist, so smooth, so hard, as he thought abaout them more, he felt harder than he was used to. He thought about what their cocks were like, he'd never touched or seen another live outside of a glimpse in the lockerroom at the gym. He wondered if they were smooth shaven like him, he would stroke deeper, long, slow strokes up and down his shaft, pitch black, feeling his swollen head, swelling in his grasp, the slickness of his usually ample precum adding the the sensation allowing his hand to slide easily up and down. Their bodies, their cocks, did they suck each other? Did they fuck each other? how often?

Did they kiss, did they caress, did they massage, what was in that red room? The toughts swirled around his mind, his imagination running wild, his cock firm, his precum slick, did they ever include a third? What was Christian thinking, why would these men, clear men, be interested in a mere boy, is what he thought, but the seed was inadvertently planted and with that, almost surprisingly and with a shot, Christian's cock exploded streams of hot cum on his bare chest. He felt the spurts push their way up his shaft, he felt them force their way out, he felt them spray his smooth, bare chest...so hot, so slick, his cock pumping a surprising amount. What were these thoughts? What were these feelings? Why these men, this was all new but Christian, while no stranger to his own cock, had never cum so hard or so much. He was confused. He was intrigued. He was going back to college...tomorrow.