Tommy and Tanner

Tommy and Tanner Chapter 45

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Tommy and Tanner, Chapter 45

After Chris had done the breathalyzer tests on the three boys, he left for the station. He was supposed to be off duty, but had asked the chief if he could look into this incident. He requested that the three boys come in to give statements after they'd had their lunch.

Tommy and Tanner had good appetites, but the other boys picked at their food in silence. Jared couldn't face eating anything but a few soda crackers. He felt weak but, thankfully, clean. Bobby had helped him by stripping and getting into the shower with him. It hadn't been arousing in the least, but he had appreciated Bobby's caring touch. He wondered if Bobby was developing feelings for him, but he didn't dwell on that because he had lots of other things on his mind.

His emotions were all over the map. In a way he'd been excited about watching Tuck getting sucked off by Monica. It had been fascinating to see her private parts at fairly close range too, although he'd been closer to one of his brother's lays. But that had been intimidating and this recent episode had been titillating.

He was conflicted over the whole experience. Had her breasts and crotch turned him on, or was it Tuck's sizeable tool? He didn't feel well enough to sort that out at the moment.

Tark arrived home not long afterwards. He was greeted by the seemingly ordinary domestic scene of three of his sons and two of their friends around the kitchen table, but he sensed immediately that something wasn't right and asked Teri to go into the family room to tell him what was going on.

"You can talk in here," Tuck announced. "I'm gonna tell everyone in the family anyway. That college girl gave us spiked lemonade and we all went skinny-dipping. Then she gave me a blow job on the deck and I went along with it. I'm sorry. I hope you all don't think I'm terrible."

"Stand up, Son," Tark said quietly.

Tucker looked worried. He'd never known his father to hurt anyone, but then this was a grave situation and, because of his emotional state, he couldn't read his father's body language. Tark enfolded the boy in his arms and held him for several minutes.

"We'll get through this together. Did you call the police? There are several grounds for arrest."

"Chris Roberts has been here and is pursuing it as we speak," Teri filled him in. "Tuck feels responsible and doesn't want the girl to go to jail. I feel otherwise."

"I'm with your mother on this one," Tark nodded seriously. "What needs to be done?"

"Chris wants the boys to come in to be interviewed after lunch. I should put Tori down for her nap soon. Can you take them? I'll make you a sandwich to eat on the way."

"Sure. Let's get ready, boys. Unless you've already done it, I think we should call Bobby's dad and Peter. This isn't a concern for just our family. I could pick up Peter on the way."

"Thanks," Teri sighed. "I've been too overwhelmed to remember to alert them. I guess, in a way, that's okay because they should hear it from the boys and not me. Please ask them to forgive me for not at least making a call."

Two hours later, the boys were finishing up at the police station and all were receiving emotional support from their dads. Jared had especially appreciated Peter's arm around his shoulder. He loved Peter and Lee and hoped that the day's events wouldn't jeopardize his placement with them. Bobby's father seemed to have taken the whole thing in stride too, and was squeezing his son's neck affectionately. Tuck had no doubts about where he stood with Tark.

Tuck, Bobby, and Jared had told their stories individually to different officers and hadn't left out any details. Tuck was, at the same time, ashamed and proud. He was self-conscious about airing his sexual exploits in the presence of adults, but assumed that the male officers probably saw him as a young stud. Adolescence tends to distort a boy's point of view and, had he been more mature, he might have realized that the officers were concerned about how it would affect him rather than being impressed by his sexual prowess.

The guys were ready to leave when Monica and Christy were brought in by two female officers. Christy was silent, but Monica, who had finished off most of the last pitcher of lemonade, was quite the opposite.

The boys kept their heads down, but that didn't stop the ruckus that ensued.

"You little shits!" Monica screamed. "Why did you have to rat me out after what I did for you. You loved getting a buzz on and getting naked in the pool! Why did you have to fuck up my life?"

Despite the Miranda warning that had been issued when she was arrested on suspicion of contributing to the delinquency of minors, Monica persisted.

"If I end up having to do community service this fall like Lindsay Lohan, it's gonna mess up my student teaching schedule. Damn you!"

"Where are you doing your practice teaching?" one of the officers asked in an attempt to change the subject and quiet her down.

"Wheaton High; I'll be teaching language arts. I know I'll be great at it."

"She'll never pass the vetting process," Peter said quietly to Tark. "This will end that career. You know how strict school districts are these days."

"And I feel that's a good thing. Can you imagine her loose with a bunch of hormone-charged adolescent boys?"

"Only too well!" Peter answered.

First thing in the morning, Lee and Peter met with Jared's social worker, Lucile Peshel. They took Jared with them so he could explain what had happened at the mowing site. After hearing a slightly expunged version – without the oral sex part, since Jared wasn't directly involved – Lucile spoke.

"It's good that you came in immediately lest Jared's parents get wind of it and try to throw a wench into the works. Oops, Freudian slip, I meant `wrench' into the works, though it sounds like the first word might be apropos.

This shouldn't be a big problem because Jared wasn't exposed to alcohol through any negligence on the part of either of you. Added to that, he didn't knowingly imbibe. From what he's just said, I take it that none of the boys realized the lemonade was spiked until they were well on their way to becoming intoxicated.

Other than that, how are things going?"

"We couldn't be happier with our new son," Peter beamed. "He's a good, responsible young man and we expect great things from him."

"I'll do my best not to let you down again," Jared promised, hanging his head.

"You didn't let us down because it wasn't your fault. I'm sure you won't disappoint us," Lee said. "There will likely be times, as in all families, when you won't agree with our decisions and vice versa, but as long as we love each other and try to be open-minded, I'm sure things will be fine."

"I DO love these guys!" Jared exclaimed. "My mother might have beat me for getting drunk even though I didn't do it on purpose. She drinks a lot and her parents are alcoholics. I've never taken a drink because of that, I mean except when I didn't know it."

"May I meet with Jared alone for a few minutes?" Lucile asked.

The men nodded and headed for the waiting room. A short time later Jared and she emerged smiling.

"You may both be nominated for sainthood if Jared has any say. He speaks even more highly of you when you're not present to hear it."

They headed off in two directions because Lee had to get to the clinic. He had another abused boy to work with. Although he dared not allow himself to become emotionally involved with his clients, the harsh reality of some of their plights affected him at some level. Mason's untimely death had nearly been his undoing.

Tuck was looking uncharacteristically down when Tim came into his room that night. His conscience had been bothering him for turning Monica in, but also for not wanting to. He was between the proverbial rock and a hard place. He wished he'd have had the strength not to have allowed her to suck his dick in the first place. Then she wouldn't be in as much trouble, but there was no going back.

After the scene Monica had made in the police station, he felt he'd done the right thing in giving his statement without leaving out any details. His dad and Peter seemed to think so, and were both relieved that the girl wouldn't be likely to have a job where she could influence teenagers.

"Hey Bro," Tim greeted him as he sat beside him on the bed. "Things getting any better?"

"Yeah, I guess so. I hated getting her in trouble. I mean, she really knows how to give a great blow job!"

"May I ask how many you have to compare her with? No, don't answer. I withdraw the question because it's none of my business."

"It's okay. She was the first, but it was really hot! Maybe I should have fucked her like she wanted."

"At your age a warm hole of any kind is hot," Tim grinned.

"Yeah, I know I'm a little boy. That's been established plenty of times today."

"No, that's not what I meant. You're a young stud. But I'd still advise you to wait and not just fuck around. You were very wise to refuse doing her without a rubber. By the way, if you find that special person, you can help yourself to some from my stash in the shoebox on the floor of my closet. Or if you just get really horny and can't wait, I'd rather have you safe than sorry."

"Thanks, but Dad gave me some. I don't think I'll be using them soon. I'll try to wait for the right girl."

"That's good. There'll be a sweet, special girl for you. Having sex with a girl should be the logical outcome of love, not just a way to get your rocks off."

"Did you wait for that special person?" Tuck asked. "Oops, I have no business asking that either."

"No, you don't, but I'll tell you anyway. Yes, I did."

"Did wait, not am waiting?"

"Did - promise you won't spread it around. But I feel I need to be completely up-front with you. You were honest with everyone, including Mom! I think you're really brave. I'm not sure I could tell her about Melody and me.

You're probably wondering if you should have kept your mouth shut about the whole thing, but I don't think so. You did what needed to be done and I love you Bro."

When he took his little brother in his arms, he could feel the silent tears wetting his T. That was good. Tuck needed to cleanse his soul. Perhaps he needed even more help than an older brother could give.

Bobby's parents treated the incident much like the adults in the other boys' lives. They didn't make a big deal over it and allowed him the same freedoms he was used to. The incident might prove to be a cheap lesson for him in learning about alcohol - cheap for him, but not the young ladies who'd supplied it. Bobby's dad remembered getting drunk on purpose as a teenager and hoped his son would never have to face a killer hangover like that!

As a result of their parents' attitudes, the boys got to keep mowing as before. In fact, the people on whose property the incident had occurred asked if the boys would consider continuing to care for their lawn. Since Monica had been replaced by an elderly gentleman, they trusted it would be okay. After a brief discussion among the boys and their parents, they decided to do it.

When they went back the next week, the job was much easier than the first time when they had to deal with the mess it was in. The man who was house-sitting paid them more money than they'd received from Monica. He said that the owners felt the boys deserved it because of the great job they'd done the first time. Tuck thought it was probably guilt money. They evidently felt an obligation despite the fact that they were in no way responsible for Monica's actions.

On this ride home, they had no problem peddling up the hill. Jared had a flashback of the week before and felt his stomach churn for a brief second. He couldn't remember ever having thrown up that much. Maybe that memory would be another deterrent to keep him from becoming like his mother and grandparents.

The boys parked their trailers and mowers in the utility shed at Tuck's house and divided up the money. They had to reserve some of it for the fund that paid for gas, oil, and general upkeep, but the rest was theirs. It was a tidy sum for each.

Bobby and Jared started off on their bikes to go to their respective homes, but Bobby stopped at the next corner where their routes diverged.

"Nobody's home at my house. Do you wanna come over and we can make sandwiches and play in our pool?"

"I'll have to call Peter first, but I think it would be okay."

Jared made the call on Bobby's cell phone and got permission. Peter told him that he needed to invite Bobby sometime soon to have lunch or dinner with them to keep things fair. He didn't give any admonitions about not drinking, nor did he ask him to leave if any girls showed up. Jared was thankful for Peter's trust.

When they got there, Bobby suggested they strip to their underwear first and then make their lunch.

"We can eat by the pool, lie naked in the sun, and go skinny-dipping or whatever we want." Bobby said.

Jared didn't have any problem with that. Having messed around with Bobby and having recently been naked as a jaybird, and hard, in front of Tuck and two girls as well, Jared was beginning to feel comfortable about being nude. He figured the alcohol had made him less self-conscious at the time. But once he'd had that experience, he seemed to have lost all his inhibitions.

They ate reclining on loungers side by side. Bobby had arranged them so that they were facing each other and pushed tightly together. When they'd polished off their sandwiches and chips, Bobby pealed his banana and sucked on it sensuously. Jared grinned and did the same.

After they'd both finished off their bananas in a very suggestive manner, Jared reached over and ran his hand up the leg of Bobby's boxer briefs. Bobby copied his actions. This was more exciting than the thought of Christy doing it to them, and it was a lot less scary!

Bobby and Jared massaged each other's growing cock as best they could in the limited space, and then freed the trapped beasts - each lifting his butt in turn to aid in the process.

"It was really hot seeing Monica suck on Tuck's cock, don't you think?" Bobby asked excitedly.

"Yeah! It would really be cool to get a blow job. It's sad it turned out like it did."

"It's sad Tuck doesn't want to jack off in front of people anymore. It's hot to watch him blow his load! We used to have a lot of fun together."

"Have you ever had a blow job?" Jared questioned.

"Nope; you?"

"Nah, I wish."

"Would you do it to another guy if he did it to you?" Bobby asked nervously.

"Sure! I didn't like it when my brother forced me to do it to him, but I did like the feeling of a cock in my mouth. You want to?"

"Yeah, if you do, but how should we do it so one of us doesn't chicken out after getting off?"

"We could suck each other at the same time if you're worried about that," Jared suggested. "But I'm not gonna chicken out."

"Cool! Let's do it!"

After that, their conversation ceased for all intents and purposes. They lay down side by side on the deck with towels under them and began to experiment.

For not having had a cock in his mouth before, Bobby seemed to know exactly what to do. He licked the length of Jared's banana like he had the real one minutes before. Jared shuddered and applied the same technique to Bobby's tool. This was way different from being made to give pleasure while getting none in return.

Their precum flowed freely and each lapped up the other's natural lube. The subtle, slightly salty taste turned them on. They began to hump each other's face in response. Neither of them lasted long. When Jared's orgasm hit, he shook all over from the experience, but he didn't stop licking and sucking until Bobby had filled his mouth too.

Bobby turned around and kissed Jared deeply. Jared didn't flinch or pull away. Both enjoyed the wrestling match between their slippery tongues.

"Do you think that was gay?" Bobby asked nervously as they came down from their sexual high.

"I don't know. Was it better than with a girl?"

"How would I know?" Bobby said. "I've never done it with a girl and I'm not sure how soon I want to. Have you done it?"

"Nope, and I'm not sure I ever want to. I think I might be gay. Would you hate me if I am?"

"No, I'd never hate you. I might be gay too. I just don't think I'm ready for a boyfriend or going steady yet, but I like you a lot. Can we still just mess around?" Bobby asked.

"Sure. I'd like that. I overheard Peter and Lee talking about two guys that they referred to as `friends with benefits.' I'm pretty sure they meant the guys aren't in love, but get each other off. It sounds cool to me."

"Cool, but if we do it with others we have do it together or at least tell each other. I don't want to get some disease and I don't want to give you any either."

"Do you think we really could do it with another guy together sometime if he was safe?" Jared asked. "My brother made me mess around with him and a girlfriend once, but I didn't like it when he made me lick her pussy."

"Are you sure you didn't catch anything from her?" Bobby looked frightened.

"Peter took me to be tested when they first got me and I was clean." Jared assured him. "I haven't messed with anyone but you since."

"Whew! That's good to know. We need to make sure we tell each other if we play with anyone else."

After extending their stay to nearly three weeks, Dorothy and Herbert were married in a simple ceremony in the parlor of her former home. Teri had offered it thinking that it might have a special meaning for Dorothy and it certainly did.

Besides the Torrance family and Pastor Anna, Peter, Lee and Jared were also present.

Lee hosted a dinner party for them at the restaurant where they sometimes had brunch. There was a separate dining room just the right size for them all to be comfortably seated away from the sounds of the crowd in the rest of the establishment.

The newlyweds would leave for Florida the following day, but they were given the keys to the condo for their first night together. Dorothy actually blushed when Lee told her of the plan.

"I didn't think you young people would assume we'd be, um, consummating our union like you did," she stammered.

"Mom, we've read about what goes on in retirement communities and even in nursing homes. I think it's great that the, uh, fire hasn't gone out so to speak."

"Thank you, my dear. I do love you like my own son."

Tommy, Tanner, and Andy were all excited when they passed the test in their driving class the following week. Having it behind them meant more time for other things like work and leisure.

They'd still have to wait until their birthdays to get their licenses, but that was now a mere formality. In the meantime, they would continue to depend on the kindness of friends to haul them around.

Devin had promised Andy that they could share his pickup, but Andy sort of wanted a car of his own too. His parents already had a fund set up for that purpose. They expected him to use good judgment and stay within a budget so he'd be able to pay the insurance.

Tommy and Tanner, on the other hand, were definitely going to have one car in common. They did everything together anyway, so why add to their overhead by operating two vehicles?

Tanner was trying to figure out how much he could contribute toward the venture without making Tommy feel beholden. Tommy seemed more conscious of Tanner's money than he was. If left to his own devices, Tanner might have opted for a more expensive vehicle than they probably needed. It was a good thing he had Tommy to keep him grounded in reality.

To keep things equal among his boys, Tark had told them he would kick in $3,000 each like he'd given Tim toward his car. Tanner had said he didn't need to be included, but Tark was adamant that all of his children would be treated the same.

Each boy had at least another $3,500 of their own in their car fund. That gave them a total of 13,000 between them and would be enough to get them a pretty decent vehicle.

Since Tanner had a small fortune in settlement money, and Grandpa Jim was paying most of their college expenses, they felt they could afford to spend that much on a car if they owned it together.

The boys began by window-shopping on the Internet. There were some pretty cool cars out there in their price range, but they were concerned about being duped and ending up with someone else's problems.

They decided to ask advice from Lee and Peter as well as their dad. While listening to their dilemma, Lee got a big smile on his face.

"How would you like to buy a Mazda that's sporty, one-owner, never been in a wreck, been serviced faithfully, and you both love to drive it."

"Your car's worth a lot more than we have to spend," Tommy said shaking his head.

"If you were to buy it from a dealer, that's true. But if I trade it in, I won't get what the dealer will charge someone else. After all, they have to make a living.

I'm considering buying something a little larger, probably a Nissan sedan, which would give us more room and comfort for long-distance travel and such with Jared. If you boys bought my car, it would save me having to trade it in for less than it's worth. Besides, a straight cash deal is easier to negotiate with a salesman."

"What do you think," Tanner asked Tommy.

"I love it! We'll be the envy of everyone at school. Not that I want to show off, but we can't pass up a deal like that. Are you sure, Lee? I know that model is going for at least $16,000 on the `net. Won't that cut into the money you'll need for Jared's schooling and everything?"

"Not to brag, but we're not hurting. Other than for the down on my condo, I've hardly touched the money my grandfather left me. We can afford it. If it turns out to be worth a little more than the $13,000 you have to spend, we'll consider it a birthday gift to our nephews. But as I said before, there's a big difference between what a dealer will give in trade and what they'll charge the guy who buys it from them. And they don't necessarily expect to get what they've advertised it for either. There's often room to dicker."

Naturally, the boys were thrilled at the prospect of owning a 2008 Mazda RX8 coupe. It was a far hotter looking car than they'd dreamed of having as teenagers. They hoped it wouldn't make other kids jealous enough to invite vandalism.

Author's notes: Thanks to all who emailed this week: Jim W, Roger L, Paul R, Bob Z, Paul F, Jim C, Bill T, Danny A, Bill K, Tom A, Rutabaga, Anthony B, Jim C, Adam J, Ott H, Walt S, Trish B, Vann D, RC, and Bill O. As you can see, I have another Bill. I always enjoy hearing from all of you.

Here is a link to a car the boys saw on-line. I'm not sure if it's current, but you might find others there. It's cool because the rear door really don't show, and only operated in the front ones are opened first.

http://www.edmunds.com/mazda/rx-8/2008/?sub=coupe

I'm wishing all of you a great holiday season. I'll try to get the next chapter out on the regular schedule, but won't promise, as I'll be traveling.

David