Uncle Jack's Scout's Weekend: Chapter Six
Jack's restless, mind racing, until Will rouses him at midnight with one final request—to make his childhood dream come true. The final chapter from an epic weekend begins now...
I lay in bed, wide awake, the day’s events playing round and round in my head. More had happened in the last 24 hours to shift my reality than in the last 55 years.
A complex flood of emotions ran through me, each one teased out as I stared at the shadows cast across the ceiling.
Elation at what had transpired.
Shame at what I’d allowed to happen on my watch.
And desire, now more than ever, coursing through my veins.
How was it that the more sex you had, the more you wanted? I could remember that fact from my prime years, thought long past. And now, here I was, discovering it again, the person most surprised being myself.
And somehow, after the most intense, unbounded exchange with Steve, Greg and Will, I was still hard.
Rock hard.
For guys my age, erections were always a problem, and I thought myself just another casualty. But here I was, like a teenage boy, boner raging between my thighs. I realized now it hadn’t been my body that was the problem, but what I’d allowed myself to feel, to recognize within myself. Spending time with the three of them had rubbed off on me, figuratively as well as literally.
The boys had been too riled up once we’d finished to have any sort of conversation. They ran off to the outdoor shower, laughing and cavorting in the floodlights out back, the water splashing and warm in the cool fall air. I’d thought about joining them, but then thought better of it. And then they’d gone off to bed, hardly a word of reflection on what had transpired.
No, a conversation would have to come in the morning.
Nate couldn’t know. It would shatter him. It would shatter me. He’d been distant, he’d been difficult, but he didn’t need this—to be confronted with his father’s own failings, leading these boys into god knew what.
Though perhaps that wasn’t accurate. They hadn’t been led into anything, really. In fact, it was quite the opposite. No one would probably believe me, the fact of our age gaps putting the blame squarely on me. But if anything, I had been coerced. Who the fuck would have thought? A guy my age, well past his prime, somehow desirable to all these young men, inspiring them to take control and drive me to this. It confounded me.
And then the scenes of the day flashed through my head.
The way they’d goaded me into revealing my hard-on.
They way they’d taken turns sucking me off, letting me suck them off.
The way we’d all taken turns on Steve, the three of us riding him into oblivion and then unloading on him, his body a monument of seed.
It was desire, unbridled.
I realized why I was still hard. I couldn’t get the images out of my head. They would be seared there for eternity, never to fade.
I turned over, trying a new position to lull myself into slumber, when I heard the faintest sound behind me.
A knock.
At first, I thought I’d imagined it, holding still, but just as I was about to turn back under the covers, it came again, this time louder, the door opening and a figure appearing before me.
Toby?
No—in the dark, my eyes betrayed me.
“Mr. M,” he whispered.
“Will,” I said, my eyes struggling in the dark. “Are you all right?”
He was shirtless before me, only a pair of loose mesh shorts around his waist.
“I couldn’t sleep.”
My heart went out to him. I was a wreck myself. And now I’d probably only traumatized him further.
“C’mere,” I said, patting the edge of the bed.
He came and sat beside me.
“I know today was…a lot.”
“Yeah,” he said, shaking his head, “you could say that.”
“I’m sorry.”
And then his face turned, confused. “What? Why?”
“The more I think about it all, the more I realize it was all a mistake. I’ve failed you, all of you.”
Will looked at me, his expression softening. “No.” He shifted closer, choosing his words carefully. “We wanted this. You know that, right?”
“You say that now, but tomorrow…”
“Even if we wouldn’t admit it, we’ve been fantasizing about you since…”
I heard the words again in my head, the ones he’d uttered just before he sucked my dick.
“…since we were 12, or me at least. And I then you saw Greg and me together…” He trailed off. “There is so much I’ve wanted to do to you, to tell you.”
His words sent a shudder through my body. Could that be true?
It was clear why he came into my room. It just wasn’t for comfort, per se. At least not the typical variety.
“Will—I—” I stammered. “I can’t.”
He looked at me, so innocent despite all of the brazen, debauched things I’d seen him do today. How the two could co-exist was remarkable to me. “But, what about after everything today?”
“I know,” I said, trailing off. But I stayed firm. “It still wouldn’t be right.”
He stared back, disappointed, but understanding.
“Well, can I at least have a hug?” he asked.
He looked just like that boy I could remember from childhood, so warm and loving. And then like Toby, always Toby. Two boys, all at once.
“Of course you can.”
I leaned forward, feeling his arms wrap around me, our bare chests pressing together, the fur on mine grazing against the smooth of his. It felt warm, reassuring. I held him there in silence, our bodies rising and falling together, breath in sync, a rare moment of quiet and intimacy after a day of pent-up aggression.
And then his fingers trailed down my back, gently, massaging me, before finding the sides of my abdomen and then slowly reaching my crotch—my dick—my erection still hard between my legs, pointing upwards.
“Will—”
I pulled away, his face just before mine, his grip still firm on my manhood, unyielding.
“Please,” he said quietly, persistent.
“We really shouldn’t…”
“The seal,” he started. “It’s already broken.” And then he said the words that I knew were true, even if it pained me to admit it. “There’s no turning back now.”
I stared at him, his eyes just like Greg’s and Steve’s earlier that day—certain, entirely certain, at one with their desires.
“You’ve been so good to all of us,” he said, lightly stroking me, our eyes locked. “To me. To Steve. To Greg.” He passed. “And Nate.”
I swallowed, my chest tight.
“You’re such good dad.”
