MOVING OUT CHAPTER 18


After waking on overcast Sunday, I let Bryson have his needed beauty rest.  Quietly, I headed out to, one, see if Philip and Nate made it home and, two, check the cleanliness of the house.  I went upstairs and saw they were gone, which was okay by me since they were free to come and go as they pleased.  I ventured into Philip’s room and gazed at the disaster that he called his bedroom.  I put what I could in a pile and went to check out his bathroom.  It was filthy with musty towels littering the tile floor.  His commode and shower hadn’t been touched since we moved in.  I checked out Nate’s room which wasn’t much better.  Next was the hall bathroom.  It was disgusting as well.  The spare room where Alex and Brock stayed wasn’t so bad, so I yanked off the sheets to begin a long day of laundry.

“Xavier! Xavier!” Bryson yelled from downstairs.

“Up here!” I yelled. 

Bryson meet me at the top of the stairs after just waking up.  He was naked and looking so damn hot as always.  We kissed good morning at the bottom of the stairs.

“What are you doing up there?” Bryson asked.

“Checking things out,” I replied.

“Snooping in other words,” Bryson said.

“No, seeing what needed cleaning actually such as those utterly disgusting bathrooms and Nate and Philip’s bedrooms.”

“I see.  I’m beginning to wonder if you’re a neat freak.”

“Not a neat freak.  Bryson, I’m so proud of this house and want it to be as clean as possible.  Is there anything wrong with wanting a decently clean house in case we have visitors?”

“Nah, I might be the same way.  Where do we start since I’m sure part of this shit is because of Brock and his buddies?” Bryson smiled with his offer to help.

I handed him the sheets while going to find things to clean the commodes and tubs in each upstairs bathroom.  “While you’re at it, wash our sheets. I know they need cleaned as well.”

I found the cleaning supplies and headed up to begin cleaning.  I started with Philip’s bathroom first.  Bryson joined me now in shorts to help speed up the process.  Next we went to the hall bathroom and scrubbed it until it was clean and presentable.  In the hall, we had a large pile of towels and wash cloths. 

I mopped each bathroom floor and heard Philip and Nate arriving home through the front door. 

They bounded upstairs and found me sweeping the laminate wood floors. 

“What can we do since this is sort of our mess?” Nate asked me.

“I’ll finish here.  I suppose you clean your rooms,” I requested.

“Yes, Daddy!” Philip smiled and headed to his room.  He came back out. “What the fuck? You were in my room! I thought I told you I would take care of it!”

“So what if I was?” I shot back at his attitude.

“Xavier, I wish you would respect my privacy!” Philip shouted.

I stopped sweeping and put the broom against the wall. “I just put your shit in a pile, mister.  I didn’t go through a damn thing in your room!”

Philip stormed off to his room and slammed his door.  Nate heard the slamming door and popped out of his room.  “Something has crawled up his ass today,” Nate said.

“I could tell,” I said.  I finished cleaning and grabbed the towels from the hall bathroom.  I went down and found Bryson filling the washer with our used towels. 

“What was that all about?” Bryson asked.

“Philip was bitching because I straightened up his room,” I said.

“So you did.  He could be a little more thankful since we did clean his nasty ass bathroom.”

“I know.”

We finished starting the towels and grabbed a quick bite to eat.  Nate came down and joined us.  He mentioned that the supplies were running low with the suggestion of me or Bryson do grocery shopping to refill.  I asked if he knew what was wrong with Philip but Nate didn’t have a clue. 

I headed off to the store with Nate and Bryson doing what they could to finish off the cleaning.  At the store, I stocked up on healthier food items since we were all working out along with a good supply of paper products to lessen the dirty dishes.

When I got back and unloaded the weekly groceries and other supplies needed for my house, Philip was still holed up in his room.  I wanted to head this off before it festered and became a problem.  I quietly knocked on his door.  He opened it with a smile.  I looked behind him to see his room was spotless.

“Is there a problem when need to talk about?” I asked.

“Not now there’s not.  I really hate other people going through my shit.  It went all over me at that time,” Philip said. “I am sorry I blew up on you like that, Xavier. I just finished putting everything in its place.  Boy, was it ever messy!”

“Philip, are you hiding something up here?” I had to ask.

“No.”

“Okay then.  I was just a little suspicious by the way you reacted.”

“Xavier, I had a few things I didn’t want you to find like cards I wrote to Mom and little mementos I keep packed away to remember her by.  I do have condoms and some lube but hell you don’t care about those things,” Philips said.

“Do you care if I saw Denise’s mementos?”

“Well… don’t laugh.  Some of it is sort of embarrassing,” Philip laughed and pulled out a large box from under his bed.  He placed on top of his bed and opened it.  He sat down and kindly went through each item and the meaning of each.  He read me the last card he wrote to her days before she passed away.  By the end, I was in tears and saw the love Philip truly had for his dieing mother.  Philip had tears running down his cheek as well.

“Philip, I personally think all of this is special and holds a lot of meaning to you and to me as well.  Sometime in the future, I wish you would share that with Dad.  Yeah he’s going to cry but he would sure love to see all of the little things such as your 2nd grade Mother’s Day card.  Personally I thought your card to her was about the nicest thing I have ever heard.  Not one thing is embarrassing about any those things but shows you did care and love your mom for all the things she did for you,” I said with tears running down my face.  “Here, put up this nice picture of you and her taken at St. Martin’s.  It is a great reminder of the fun we all had there and will help you remember the good times you shared with her.”

Philip reached over and gave me a sincere hug.  “Thanks, Xavier.  I will put this next to my bed.  I really do love you in brother way you know.”

“I love you too,” I said and wiped our faces. “We better get down there before they begin to wonder what we’re doing up here.”

After we went downstairs and showed everything was back to normal, I quietly snuck off to call Dad and tell him about Philip.  My objective was not to tear him up but to tell him the good things and how Philip still held on close to Denise’s memory.  I could hear the sadness in Dad’s voice but it changed when he told me he was moving in this week to his new townhouse.  He told a little about Taylor and then how his new job as a consultant was working out.

When I walked out of the bedroom, everything was back to normal among us.  It was good to see Philip back to being normal Philip and figured he had his moments when the memory of his mom popped up and triggered his emotional side.  The three of them were laughing it up about Philip’s new job and the prospects of him getting up at 4 in the morning to tackle the real world of working.

That night, I buddied up with Philip since Nate and Bryson buckled down to tackle the chore of studying for college.  We worked out together and watched a raunchy comedy movie together.  At 10, Philip called it a night but insisted I make sure he was up.  I too hated early mornings but didn’t want him to be late so I agreed.

Bryson smiled when he got in bed with me.  He didn’t say a word and headed straight down to suck my cock.  Now he had adjusted to my size and really pleased me with his wet hot mouth.  I threw back my head and let him suck and lick my cock as long as he desired since the feeling was so out of this world.  He sucked me about as long as he ever had and brought me to the brink. 

We kissed passionately before I went down to suck his waiting cock.  My tongue licked up and down the length of his shaft as well as tasting his low hanging hairy nuts.  My mouth made love to his throbbing cock while my nose inhaled his manly musk oozing from his pubic hairs.  My hands roamed his abs, waist until my finger went deep in his hole.  A loud boisterous moan escaped his lips upon feeling my finger massage his prostrate.

“Fuck me Xavier! Fuck me! OOOO, Xavier, fuck yes!” Bryson screamed in ecstasy while I fingered and now licked his hot ass.

Bryson got on his knees.  I kissed his lower back while my cock run up and down his crack.  I grabbed his waist and went deep into him with one quick plunge.

“OOOOO Fuck!” Bryson screamed. “OOO fuck yeah!”

I pumped my hard cock slowly and slapped his ass a few times.  Bryson’s loud moans and grunts filled our bedroom.  I wrapped my arms around his chest and hammer fucked his hot ass.  Our bed was rocking with both of us in a fever pitch of panting and groaning.  Bryson collapsed on the bed while I rammed his sweet hot ass full of my cock.

I continued to use his ass for my ultimate pleasure and yanked his black hair some.  His head turned for a kiss and I obliged with mostly tongue. 

We rolled to our sides and continued our night of hot sex.  My hands felt up his body while Bryson freely jacked off his cock.  Sweat dripped off my forehead and landed on his side while I fucked him.  Our lips again met while now I made love to him slowly and deeply.

His ass tightened after a good 15 minutes of being fucked.  He moaned loudly.  Cum covered his lower body and dripped down on our clean sheets. 

I pulled out and gave Bryson a facial.  His chin and cheeks were splattered with my juice. My cock ended up in his mouth and cleaned by his tongue.  I collapsed on top of him and smeared his drying cum between us.

It took us a few minutes to come down from our intense sexual night.  When we did, I set the alarm to wake Philip.  Bryson’s eyes were closed thus a sweet kiss on his forehead ended our night.

The sound of the alarm woke me at 4:30.  I reset it for 6 and headed up to make sure Philip was awake.  I opened his door and heard his shower running.  I waited patiently until the shower stopped.  I opened the door and saw Philip jump back in shock.  His naked body was dripping wet and so pleasant on this gay man’s eyes.

“Thanks Xavier, even though you scared the living shit out of me,” Philip said and dried off his tall lanky fit body.

“I heard you were up.  I wanted to make myself known so you know I lived up to my promise,” I said. “Philip, I do hope you like your job.”

“I hope so too.”

“I’ll see you when I get home then,” I said and headed out to resume my sleep with hopes this wasn’t an everyday occurrence.  I slid back into bed and was barely back asleep before it was time for me to prepare for work.  Bryson woke with me so we could shower together and begin our day together.

After a normal day working as an architectural firm, I headed home with anticipation of Philip’s first day at his new job.  Bryson and Nate were watching television when I entered with the washing machine going with clothes.

“Where’s Philip?” I asked.

They both laughed. “They worked his skinny ass off today.  He’s taking a nap,” Nate spoke up in laughter.

“Did he like it though?” I asked.

“He said he did but he was so dirty and sweaty when he got here after work.  He’ll probably now wants to come back to college,” Bryson laughed.

“Guys, he hated school so maybe this will be good for him to see how the real world operates.  He’s never really had a real job and there’s nothing wrong with a hard day’s work,” I said.

I changed out of my work attire into just shorts and a hot fashion jock.  When I returned, I saw Philip sitting on the couch with Nate.

“Damn Philip, we all fuckin know you have a big dick,” Nate ragged Philip.

“I like being nude, so deal with it,” Philip chuckled.

It was the typical argument between them but Philip wasn’t backing down. 

“How was work? Did you like it?” I spit out the questions.

“It was fine but hard work.  These two assholes won’t know a real job if it hit em in the face,” Philip said.

“Dude, I worked many summers framing and roofing a house.  I don’t want to hear your shit,” Nate said.

“Nate has a point there, Philip.  Construction work is a real job,” I commented and sat in the chair with Bryson.

“Still, I worked my ass off there today.  I actually sort of liked it for the first day,” Philip said with his legs spread wide.

“Nate, I guess if he works he can strut his stuff around.  By now, you should be used to seeing Philip naked,” I said directly to Nate.

“It’s not normal for a straight guy to bear his shit in front of gay guys or other straight guys.  Sure, I sleep nude and don’t mind if my girls sees me,” Nate commented.

“Get used to it, bitch.  I love the freedom,” Philip said. “I think Nate’s afraid of popping a boner.”

“Yeah right.  I don’t when we go swimming,” Nate said.

“What difference is swimming and just kickin it here?” Philip asked.

“Okay.  I’ll go naked if they will,” Nate pointed at me and Bryson.

“That’s an easy one,” Philip laughed.

“Oh shit it is,” Nate laughed.

“I don’t mind.  Xavier and I were naked the other night when you were gone,” Bryson laughed.

“We know you guys use every opportunity to fuck each other up the ass when we’re gone,” Philip said.

“It’s my damn honeymoon, practically. I have to please my new lover and so what if part of it is having hot sex with him,” Bryson laughed.

“You gay boys will never get to experience the thrill of a true honeymoon like Philip and I will someday,” Nate laughed.

“We might, you never know,” I replied.

We stay clothed as Nate never got the nerve to get naked in this casual setting among friends.  It didn’t bother me one way or the other.  Philip enjoyed the freedom and would be perfectly happy living in a nudist colony.  I was part to blame for his love of nudity since I was rather free with it a lot when he moved in and encouraged him to do so at times.  Going to the nude beach in St. Martin sealed the deal for Philip.  I was never uncomfortable around him naked or felt awkward around it.  For a lot of families, nakedness is taboo and strictly forbidden where it wasn’t so with Dad or Denise.

Philip was in bed early and told me he could make it the next morning without me checking up on him.  Nate and Bryson were now busy studying for college with Bryson downstairs spread across the kitchen bar and Nate up in his room.  I was pleased to see both had the drive and determination to succeed in college.  Both seemed to grasp the idea that studying was the key to success in the college world.

Being it was late when Bryson did arrive to our bed; our playtime consisted of oral and mutual masturbation. It was still hot as ever and quite enjoyable to both of us. 

Since it was a Tuesday and Bryson day to sleep in, I was up first.  Before showering, I went upstairs to check to make sure Philip was gone.  There was no sign of him, so I headed back and prepared for work.

After work, I dropped off some dry cleaning and grabbed us dinner after calling the house.  I was greeted by a waiting Bryson and a sweet kiss.  I thought nothing of it and opened the sacks of food.  Philip was down and was his normal self, naked.  By his talk, he was adjusting to his new job quite well but still was worn out by the intense manual labor the job entailed. 

Upon finishing the take-home Mexican food, Philip went his way upstairs as did Nate.  They both were interested in talking on their cell phones and being apart from us and each other for a change.

“Alright, what’s the deal, Bryson? You’ve been all over me tonight,” I asked finally with Bryson snug against me and his arm around my waist.

“Other than I fuckin aced my first test, there’s really nothing happening,” Bryson smiled.

I smiled, “Great to hear!”

“It was just a little one though and didn’t count for that much,” Bryson said.

“That’s still a great start to your junior year.  I know your parents are proud of you,” I replied.

“I don’t know about proud, more like expected.  Even though Brock bombs at school, I’m expected to have great grades.  The double standard at home is fucking unreal.  It’s nice to hear praise for my grades instead of their apathetic shrug of the shoulder.”

“They pressured you to excel, huh?”

“Yeah, constant pressure.  Even though I lived at home, Dad had a set time I was to begin studying while Brock was allowed to jack around when and where he wanted.”

“Well, I see you still study hard even though you are now here.”

“You heard Dad.  If my grades faltered, my ass is back home or I have to find a job to support living here.”

“If your grades do slip, I have a sneaky feeling you’re not going back home.”

“Even if we don’t work out, I would find a way to live on my own.  It’s been nice living here without the scrutiny of their watchful eye.  Xavier, I love and respect my parents but I can see now I love living out of the house especially now that I’m out of the closet.  Hell, I even told a classmate I was living with my boyfriend and didn’t even give it a second thought since I knew he was gay.”

“What did he say?”

“Nothing really other than we compared our living situations.  Xavier, I’ve got it fucking made compared to his situation.  His boyfriend fucks around on him and treats him like shit by the way he tells it.”

“It’s his fault for accepting it.”

“He knows that but he’s stuck with him and has nowhere else to go.  He just puts up with it and goes on.”

“That’s very sad that anyone would tolerate that, straight or gay.”

“I know.  He was jealous that I had such a great boyfriend,” Bryson kissed me.

“He should be,” I replied.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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