Staking My Claim
By Nickolas
James
Chapter Twelve
“Will and Grace?” Kyle K giggled, his pouty lips actually seeming to retract a little with the
huge grin he had on his face.
“Yeah dude, it’s funny,” I said in my most
convincing tone, returning his grin and blushing a
little because he was finding humor in my box set of the first five seasons of
my favorite show.
“What else do you have to watch?” he asked, still
giving me his adorable smile.
“What about Ali G?” I suggested.
“Okay,” he said enthusiastically. “What time are Fedina and Cassiante supposed to
show up?”
“Anytime,” I said with a shrug, rolling my eyes
because I wasn’t too surprised by their usual tardiness.
It was hot outside. So hot, in fact, that we all
decided to meet up at my place to sit in the AC and watch movies so we could
get baked indoors. Phillip called me, and then he called Jarred, who called
both Kyle’s. Kyle Porter couldn’t make it because he was doing something with
Renee, but Kyle K said he was in.
Jarred and Phillip share a peculiar trait, I
learned. They always showed up twenty minutes or more later
than they say they will. It doesn’t matter if they’re coming together, or
separately. They’ll be there, but they’ll be late.
While we waited, I found a six-pack of my dad’s
beer and a bottle opener. I passed one to Kyle but made no move to open one for
myself. Instead, I engaged him in conversation while he dumped the contents of
his twenty sack on one of my mom’s Home and Garden
magazines and proceeded to chop it all up.
“So things are back to normal between you and Jarred?” he inquired. “You know, he still feels really bad
about all of that.”
“Yeah, I’m not mad at him anymore,” I admitted.
“I’m just kinda pissed off that Phillip had to get in
trouble over it all too. That’s my fault, though.”
“I don’t think he got in that much trouble,” he
said in a dismissive tone, and I nodded in agreement.
“Yeah, Mr. and Mrs. Cassiante
are pretty nice,” I said, remembering how welcome they made me feel for the
week or so that I was staying with them.
“I think sometimes Phillip likes to make his dad
sound a lot worse than he actually is,” Kyle said with a smile and an eye
roll. “Last year he threw such a fit
because his dad was at all of his baseball practices and he wound up throwing
his mitt down on the field and storming off one afternoon. That was the last
time he showed up.”
“Are you serious?” I asked, and Kyle nodded. “I
can’t believe that.”
“Believe it,” he assured me. “Phillip’s one of
the coolest guys I know, but he can be moody as hell when it comes to his mom
and dad.”
Right on cue, the doorbell rang, and I took note
of the fact that it was
“What’s wrong?” I asked, and Phillip immediately
spoke up.
“He’s being his usual ridiculous self,” he said
sarcastically. “He had me follow him, and he took the longest way he
possibly could have.”
“Dude, shut the fuck up,” Jarred said casually and
then he turned to me. “I had to put air in my tire, so we stopped at 7-11.”
“There’s about ten of them along the way,” Phillip
said with a hint of frustration in his voice. “He takes us to the one 7-11 that
wasn’t on the way.”
“I can’t help it if that’s my lucky 7-11,” Jarred
explained. “Besides, it didn’t make us that late.”
Phillip looked over at the grandfather clock that
sat not far from the entrance, where we were still standing, and nodded. “I
guess you’re right about that.”
“Dude, first of all, who the hell has a lucky 7-11?” Kyle asked incredulously. “And not
that late? You guys are twenty minutes late.”
I giggled and added, “True that,” then I moved to
rejoin Kyle on the couch.
The only trouble with meeting up at my place to
watch movies and toke up was the seating arrangement we had going on in our
living room. We were a family of three, and our furniture reflected that much.
We had a large, comfortable couch and two recliners, which were placed in far
corners of the living room and were hardly used. I think my folks were going
for the wide-open look when they decided on our decorum, which was nice most of
the time, but presented a problem for us now. Luckily, Jarred remembered one
important detail that I had all but forgotten about.
“Let’s pull the hide-a-bed out,” he said, and it
was quickly agreed upon by all that this would be the best course of action. We
stacked all of the cushions off to the side, then I
stood back and watched with Kyle while Jarred and Phillip did the rest.
Another fortunate turn of events for us was the
fact that there was already a clean sheet adorning the mattress, so all we had
to do was line the cushions up at the end and chill. Instead of laying down at
first, we all sat Indian style in a square and waited for Kyle to light the
joint. While we were smoking that, Phillip produced a sneak-a-toke and packed
it with some weed from his sack, then he dusted it.
When it was gone, he re-packed it and passed it to me. Once I dusted it, I
passed it back to him to re-pack, then he passed it to
Jarred. After Jarred, Kyle took his turn, then we lit a second joint and I
started the DVD.
I’m not sure when it happened, but at some point,
we all ended up laying on our stomachs, watching ALI G with great interest. I
was lost in my own thoughts, which seemed to revolve around how cute everyone
in my living room with me was. I think I was too baked to be horny, but I was
definitely feeling attracted to everyone around me. I was resting on my belly
in between Kyle and Phillip, and both of their shoulders were pressed up
against mine.
I turned my attention away from the TV for a
moment, just long enough to concentrate on Kyle’s hair, which was looking
especially cute. He had on a plain tee shirt and a pair of Polo Denim shorts
that seemed too tight. His hot mounds looked bigger than I had ever noticed
before, and I realized that I was checking him out rather blatantly. As soon as
I came to that realization, I blushed and pulled my eyes away from his ass, but
when I was turning my head back toward the TV, I met his eyes and realized I
was busted.
Instead of the look of disgust I thought I was
going to get, I was treated to a shy smile. I smiled back, then
I looked down at the sheet beneath us and tried to reconcile my thoughts.
Before I could, though, he surprised me again.
“These shorts make my butt look fat,” he said,
and all I could do was giggle. I knew it was because I was so blazed, but I
couldn’t help it. I could hear him laughing hysterically too, which must have
incited Jarred and Phillip, because the next thing I knew, all four of us were
cracking up over nothing. It seemed to go on forever, too. By the time we
stopped laughing, Kyle busted up again and the rest of us were laughing along
with him.
When we calmed down, I let myself relax next to
Kyle, and I even found myself feeling comfortable with scooting a little closer
to him. I could sense that his hand was up against mine between us, and even
though we weren’t holding hands, the feeling was electric. I shut my eyes for a
moment and dreamt that the two of us were a couple, and that he wanted to kiss
me as badly as I wanted to kiss him.
When I opened my eyes, I realized that Phillip
and Jarred were gone. I looked inquisitively at Kyle, who seemed enamored with
watching Bruno, Ali G’s gay alter ego, interview an
Instead of acting on my intensely insecure
feelings by following them, though, I put my head down and thought about the
nerve the two of them must have had to think that it was okay to fuck in my
bedroom. Especially Phillip, I decided. I mean, who the hell did he think he
was?
I decided to turn my attention to Kyle instead
and see how well my gaydar was working.
Unfortunately, he had fallen asleep in the middle of the show, so I made
another split decision. I was going upstairs to catch them in the act.
I gently rolled out of my spot next to Kyle and
lightly crept up the stairs, still not able to believe this was happening in my
own house. When I got to my room, I swung open the door and barged in to
nothing I expected to see; the room was empty. I came back out and into the
hallway, turning my head to the left, and that’s when I noticed Phillip
standing by the bathroom door.
“Jarred’s dying in your
bathroom,” he said. “I thought he had to take a piss so I let him go first.”
The first feeling that swept over me was relief,
followed by foolishness. I should have known better, but the THC in my system
had my mind conjuring up the most paranoid scenarios I could imagine.
“Use my mom and dad’s bathroom,” I said,
motioning him to follow me to my parent’s room. I showed him in, then I waited my turn. When he was done, I went in and
drained my bladder. While we were washing our hands, I wanted to kiss him so
badly, but I didn’t have the heart to even try it with Jarred and Kyle in the
house.
Instead, we went back downstairs and got
ourselves settled back in just in time to hear Jarred coming down the stairs,
talking on his cell phone.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he snapped.
Phillip and I watched with great interest as an obviously irritated Jarred
sighed over and over again. Finally he spoke again. “Mom, this is total
bullshit. I’m with Kyle K and Phillip and we’re watching something at Andrew’s
house. Can’t you just reschedule it?”
When it became obvious to him that he wasn’t
going to win whatever battle he was having with his mother, he angrily flipped
his phone closed and shoved it back into his pocket, then he got in next to us
as if nothing were the matter.
“Everything okay?” Phillip asked, and
Jarred sighed.
“My mom made an appointment for family pictures
at two,” he said. I have to be home by
“That’s in a half hour,” Phillip said, sounding a
little disappointed.
“I know,” Jarred said half-heartedly. “I guess I
better get going. This totally sucks. Are you going to stay here?”
Phillip looked down at Kyle, who was out like a
light, then back at Jarred, who nodded his head in silent agreement that
Phillip should stay behind with Kyle. I pretended not to be paying attention,
but out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jarred reach out and caress Phillip’s
left cheek and smile at him. Seeing that broke my heart a little bit, but I
understood.
Now that Jarred wasn’t getting any action on the
side from me, he probably felt more needy and
emotionally attached to Phillip than ever, and I could see why. If Phillip was
half as caring and considerate with Jarred as he was with me, I could see his
attraction.
I kept my head turned long enough that they would
have had time to share a kiss, but I never saw them move to do anything about
it. Instead, Jarred got up and Phillip followed him to the door. He put the kickstand
up on his bike, then they spoke again, then he was gone. A couple of hours later
Kyle was gone too, so Phillip and I opened the windows long enough to let the
house air out, then we cut the AC back on and moved to my room.
“So who’s cuter, Kyle or Jarred?” Phillip said
playfully as he climbed into my bed with me and pulled his shorts off.
“I don’t know,” I said curiously as I unzipped my
own pants and shucked them off to the side. I sat up and took my shirt off, then I watched as my brunette Adonis peeled his own shirt
off. “They’re both really cute. I bet Kyle’s the better kisser, and I bet
Jarred has a big dick.”
“Bigger than mine?” Phillip asked as I
snuggled backwards into his embrace.
“No way,” I said, looking back at him with a
grin. “And there’s no way Kyle could kiss like you either.”
I felt him blowing into my ear as I settled my
head on his forearm and sucked playfully on his forefinger, which he had been
using just moments before to trace over my nose and lips. I sighed contentedly
when I felt his stiffening member in the valley of my derriere, heightening my
desire to become one with him.
“Sorry I didn’t bring you anything today,” he
said quietly, bringing his chin down to rest on the top of my head. “I saw some
roses that reminded me of you.”
“You don’t have to bring me anything but
yourself,” I said, totally swept off my feet by now.
“I do too,” he countered. “I know what I’m gonna do for you today.”
“What?” I asked playfully, my left hand now
running up and down the length of the side of his body.
“I’m going to write you a love letter before
tonight,” he said.
“Oh yeah?” I asked seductively.
“Yeah,” he whispered breathlessly in my ear. With that, I turned so that we were face to
face, on our sides, and I moved in for a kiss. I felt his tongue enter my mouth
and his arms tighten around me, so I closed my eyes and let things happen
naturally.
At least this time we knew we were safe. Jarred
wouldn’t be stopping by to surprise us, like he had the week before, when we
were together during the rainstorm. We had a really close call, but luckily,
Phillip was thinking quickly enough to follow right behind me when I wasn’t
expecting it. As soon as Jarred reached the doorway, Phillip was right behind
me, happily greeting him and keeping a cool, calm demeanor.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous the whole
time, but Phillip seemed to know exactly what to do and say. He took charge of
the situation by getting Jarred stoned, which also took my nervous edge away.
It wasn’t long before the three of us were in my garage, looking over surfboards
and chatting about which wetsuits were more comfortable.
On this afternoon, though, there would be no
disruption. As Phillip’s tongue began to dominate mine, I started to whimper
with sheer lust as I lifted my legs and tried to pull him into me.
“You aren’t ready,” he said, breaking our kiss.
He was right, too. I was dry, which was unusual for me. When I was horny
enough, I normally had the uncanny ability to moisten up enough to take a dick
up my ass without lube, and I was definitely horny at that point. Still,
I waited patiently as Phillip raised my legs up high and went down on me, using
his tongue to stimulate my quivering asshole by running it around the puckered
edge, then by centering it and pushing in.
I was panting heavily as his tongue snaked around
inside of me, treating me to another one of his expert rim jobs. The only thing
that would have made it better would have been if I could have taken his hot
cock in my mouth and sucked it down until he blew a tasty load for me to
swallow. I wasn’t complaining though, especially when he stopped five minutes
later and lined up at my entrance.
When he entered me, I shuddered, then I sighed and smiled up at him as he stayed still inside
of me for a moment. He had an intense look in his eyes, and I knew what he was
feeling, because I was feeling it too. When he said it, though, it meant so much
more.
“I love you,” he panted with a cute smile.
“I love you too, Phillip,” I said, and that was
when he started his long, powerful strokes deep inside of me. I knew that by
his steady motion to settle in for a long fuck, which was what I wanted.
Phillip’s only goal was pleasing me as many times as he could before he spent
himself, and I loved him for that more than I would ever be able to express.
My first orgasm came rather quickly, and the ones
that followed weren’t spaced that far apart. Phillip never touched my dick, and
that was my choice. I felt like I had a duty to show him how devoted I was to
him by letting him be the one to have his cock pleased. My roll was as his dick
pleaser. I wanted to either be on my knees giving him head or in bed with my
ass easily accessible to him.
I didn’t keep track of how long it took, but
after a long row of orgasms on my part, he finally came with me and we were
done. He pulled out of me, then I went down and sucked and licked his softening
cock clean of all traces of my juices, then I nestled into his arms and let him
hold me close and whisper sweet nothings into my ear.
When we woke up it was close to four, so we
kissed a little more, then we got up and got dressed.
I made sure I closed my door, then the two of us went
downstairs and folded the hide-a-bed back up. Once the cushions were in place,
we snuggled closely on the couch and surfed channels. I heard the garage door
open and the sound of my dad’s Jeep pulling in, and Phillip looked a little
nervous, but I brought my forefinger up to his lips and shushed him gently,
then I clasped his hand in mine and stayed right where I was.
My dad was on his cell phone when he came in, so
all I got was a warm scratch on the head as he passed by us on the way to the
stairs. When he was gone, I turned to Phillip and asked, “Would you feel better
if we went somewhere?”
“A little,” he said. “I just feel guilty, that’s
all.”
“About what?” I asked sweetly.
“Just everything,” he said. “All that stuff I
said to him at my house.”
“You were just defending me,” I said, and he
smiled warmly at me, so I leaned over and stole a fast kiss on the lips from
him.
“Where do you want to
go?”
“I don’t know,” he said with a shrug.
“Well, our section of the beach is private,” I
said. “Do you want to go down there? We’ll take a blanket.”
Just then my dad came back down the stairs,
changed out of his shirt and tie and into his golfing outfit.
“Andrew, your mom would’ve had fit if she’d have
sat on that seat,” he said, referring to my less than perfect aim.
“Sorry dad,” I said. “Jarred was stinking up my
bathroom and I had to go.”
“Great,” he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes
for effect. “So what are you two up to tonight?”
“We’re going go sit on the beach,” I said.
“You’re going golfing?”
“Yep,” he said, moving toward the closet by the
front door for his clubs. “Make sure you leave a note for your mother so she
doesn’t worry. Are you taking your phone with you?”
“I might,” I said in a noncommittal fashion, “But
I’m turning it off if I do.”
“Alright guys, I gotta get going,” he said. “You
need any money, pal?”
“Maybe a little,” I said, letting go of Phillip’s
hand and standing up to follow my dad to his Jeep so I could get some cash. He
put his clubs in the back of his Jeep, then he pulled his wallet out and handed
me three twenties.
“Son, tell Phillip he doesn’t have to be nervous
around me,” he said as I tucked the money into my own wallet and stuffed it
into my back pocket.
“I will dad,” I said. “He still feels bad about
what he said to you.”
“Well that’s silly,” he said, and before I could
reply, he turned on his heel and went back inside. I scrambled to follow him
inside, but by the time I was back in the living room, my dad was sitting on the
couch with his hand on Phillip’s shoulder. I kept my distance and watched as
Phillip nodded, obviously embarrassed at first, but as my dad went on, he
seemed to relax. By the time my dad was finished, Phillip had chuckled about
something and he was smiling. He and my dad stood up at the same time and shook
hands, then my dad turned and walked toward me.
“Okay, kiddo,” he said, wrapping an arm around my
shoulder and giving me a warm squeeze. “I’ll see you later on.”
With that, he let go and was out the door. I
stood still and listened for his Jeep to pull away, and as soon as I heard the
sound of the garage door closing, I let out a sigh of relief.
“I’m sorry,” was all I could think to say to
Phillip when we were alone.
“For what?” he asked as if there were nothing
wrong.
“For my dad coming in here like that and, well,
you know,” I stammered.
“It’s okay,” he said sweetly, then
he held his arms out for me. “Come here.”
I gladly moved into his embrace and let him hold
me tightly. I felt his fingers in my hair, so I laid my head on his shoulder
and breathed into his neck as his other hand ran up and down my back.
“I’d do anything to protect you, Andrew,” he
said, melting my heart.
“I’d do anything in the world for you,” I told
him, and at that moment, I meant it.
“Anything?” he asked, and I silently nodded into
his neck. “Then hold hands with me while we walk to the beach.”
And we did. The stroll down to the waterfront
took all of three minutes, but it was the most romantic three minutes of my
life. On the way there, we passed a patch of Dandelions. Phillip stopped to
pick three of them for me, then he handed them to me with a kiss on the cheek,
and all I could do was sigh dreamily.
When we got down to the beach, he spread our
blanket out and laid down. I laid
down next to him, and he took me into his arms and gazed lovingly at me,
petting my forehead and kissing the end of my nose and my burning lips. I was
speechless, but I think he could gather what I was trying to communicate to him
by the way I was looking at him.
“Are you glad we came down here?” he asked, and I
smiled and nodded at him. “Me too.”
“I..” I opened my mouth
to say something, but my voice failed me. His smile never faded, though,
Instead, he lowered his face so that he was nose to nose with me, then he
pressed his lips up against mine with so much force that he made a loud
puckering sound when he pulled away.
“Andrew, will you go with me?” he asked, and I
had to blink. It seemed like the perfect moment, and he had me lost in his
smile, so it was a no brainer for me to nod my reply
with stars in my eyes.