The Boy Who Came in From the Cold (26 page)

shock, he felt the warm wetness of Austin’s mouth close around his shaft.

Todd thought he would die. His ass arched off the couch again— Austin gave a slight gag but didn’t pull away—and then fell back down to the cushion. Awkwardly, obviously not sure of what he was doing, Austin gave several experimental bobs. That was all it was going to take.

“Austin! Stop! I’m gonna….” But to his shock, Austin didn’t pull away and then it was too late. Todd came like he never had before in his life. His eyes slammed shut, and it felt like his balls were turning inside out. The orgasm bordered on painful. Stars formed in front of his eyes, and when he finally returned somewhat to reality, finally was able to open his eyes, he looked down to see his best friend—his best friend!—gently nursing his cock. And when his buddy looked up, he saw lust in Austin’s eyes.

Austin giggled. “Crap, that was hot. You really needed to blow, didn’t you?”

Todd didn’t answer. He couldn’t. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. Couldn’t help but wonder, be afraid of, what this would mean.

Austin leaned back and gasped, “Now me. Finish me!” Todd panicked. Could he?
“Do it. Please!” Austin pleaded. “I know you want to!” Todd’s eyes flew wide and he stared at his friend.

Austin nodded. “I know you do. It’s okay. You’re my best friend.”

Todd’s head turned into a cacophony of thoughts and emotions. He wasn’t even thinking. Okay? They were still buds?
Austin nodded. “Please, Todd. I gotta cum. Blow me. I know you want to.”

Todd was frozen. Want to? What was Austin saying? That he thought Todd
wanted
to give him a blowjob?

 

He looked down at the hard erection, and in total horror realized he’d never wanted anything more in his entire life.

And then…
(and then he ran out into the night)
… and then…

(and hadn’t there been terrible consequences when he’d done that?)

… and then the cock suddenly looked bigger. Thicker. Longer. Where had the foreskin gone? It seemed paler as well. It was fucking huge!

He looked up and gasped. It wasn’t Austin. It was Gabe. Gabe wearing that damned 2CUTE2BSTR8 shirt and nothing else—those powerful thighs spread wide. “Please, Todd. I gotta cum. Blow me. I know you want to.”

And God, didn’t he want to? He looked at the gigantic thing. Oh, God! As if in a movie, he reached out and took the mighty erection in his hand, so much bigger than either Austin’s or his own, and again he was stunned by the heat on the flesh, and then he leaned over…

“Todd!”
… and opened his mouth wide, and…
“Todd! Wake up!”
Todd jumped, came awake as a hand landed on his shoulder gave

him another shake. His eyes opened to Gabe standing over him, impossibly tall and resplendent in a suit obviously not bought at Walmart. “G-Gabe?” he asked, unprepared for the handsome man or how incredible he looked.

“Todd? Sorry to wake you, but I’ve got some news I think will make you happy.”

 

Chapter 14

 

T
ODDlooked up into Gabe’s face with blurry eyes. His erection ached painfully in the confines of his jeans (and they really were his jeans this time). He blinked, looked Gabe up and down.
How did you get your clothes put together so fast?

He felt his erection throb again, glanced down. His jeans were zipped up. What the…?
Dream. You were dreaming.

“You must have been having a hell of a dream,” Gabe said, eyes shining.

Todd felt the color drain from his face…
“Was it about me?” Gabe asked and winked.

… and then felt the blood rush right back, his cheeks feeling like they were suddenly sunburned.

He knows!
He doesn’t know, for God’s sake.
He saw my hard-on.

Who cares? He’s seen it before. He doesn’t know you were dreaming about him. He still thinks you like girls.

 

I do like girls.

 

Really? Really?

 

Gabe snapped his fingers. “Earth to Todd, Earth to Todd. Are you there, Todd?”

“I-I, uh.” Todd rubbed at his eyes, then quickly sat up (once more worried about his crotch—had Gabe noticed?) and crossed his hands over his lap. “Yeah. Yeah. Uh. What did you say?”

“I said I’ve got some news I bet is going to make you happy.”

Todd blinked again. “Good news?” He could certainly use some of that. “What news?”
Gabe grinned a big toothy smile, shifted his right arm, and what he pulled from his side made Todd’s mouth fall open in surprise. It wasn’t Gabe’s briefcase. The big winter coat had hidden the fact that Gabe had Todd’s laptop bag, and it looked like the computer just might be inside.

Todd’s eyes flew wide. “Oh my God!” It was all he could do not to yank it from Gabe’s hands.

 

Gabe laughed. “Go on. Take it.”

Todd grabbed it, quickly unzipped the bag and pulled out— yes!—a large “May the Force Be With You” sticker on its surface, his beloved laptop, piece of shit that it was. With bated breath, he booted it up, worried what he might find—or not find. A message popped up informing him his computer had not been properly shut down the last time he had used it and would he want the same files to be available? He thought for a moment. What had he been working on? A recipe, he remembered. He hoped it was okay and let the computer know he indeed did want to see said “files.”

What came up was not a recipe.

It was one of the pictures he had downloaded from a men’s underwear site. He blanched, horrified Gabe might have seen it. He closed it quickly and then went looking for the recipe he’d been playing with in his head, even though he had no money to buy the ingredients, even the meat. It didn’t matter, though; his imagination was pretty on target. He had a good idea what it would all taste like. The point was to get his ideas down so he wouldn’t lose them. He shook off the worry about what Gabe might or might not have seen and checked for the recipe. Thank God. There it was. It was there.

But of course, what really counted was that he had his computer back.

When he glanced up, Gabe seemed oblivious. The man looked happy as a puppy and—poof!—just like that Todd was happy too. Nothing else mattered.

“My God, Gabe. How did you do it?” Todd asked aloud. “Never you mind, everything’s been taken care of,” Gabe replied.

Everything?
Todd wondered, forgetting both the underwear file and the recipe for a moment. Took care of everything? Now what did that mean? “Gabe?” he asked. “What have you done?”

“Nothing someone hasn’t done for me in my life. I helped. That’s all.”

“But Gabe….” He started shaking his head.
“All your things are being delivered to a local storage locker tomorrow. We’ll head down after lunch and see what you want brought here.”
“
Here?
” Todd asked, his voice catching. What did he mean? He couldn’t mean….

“We’ll have to move some stuff around. Make room for the things you want. I’ll bet you want your bed. Nothing like your own bed, right?”

Not necessarily
, he thought, and barely stifled a gasp. Where else did he think he’d be sleeping? “My bed?” Todd asked. “But what about your office? Your workout room?”

Gabe waved his hand as if whisking Todd’s words away.
How can this be happening?
Todd wondered.
Two days ago he was being cast into a blizzard.
And now?
“Gabe…,” he whispered.
“Todd,” Gabe whispered back, and then winked.
Something happened then.

Every once in awhile in Todd’s life, a moment would come that seemed to abruptly stand outside of time. It was as if the Universe had pressed a cosmic pause button and time ceased moving. The outside world would take a brief siesta. Man-made noises—car horns, lawn mowers, the shrieks of children playing, the bellowing of some parent calling for their children to stop playing and get inside—would all simply fade away. Light seemed to grow brighter, and yet somehow less harsh. Todd swore he could hear the very dust motes in the air, like the tinkling of miniature wind chimes. Then time would reassert itself and the world would become normal again.

This had only occurred a few times in his life. It happened when he found the Polaroid in the back of the drawer of the dresser in the attic. The picture of him as a baby, sitting in his father’s lap on the porch swing, the man with a huge smile on his face. The photograph had almost felt alive. Warm even.