This is, of course, a second installment to my
2021 Summer Lovin' contest
entry "Happy Birthday, Beautiful Boy." If you've read that story, you will quickly find what appears to be a glaring inconsistency: The close friendship between Jared and the Bennings' youngest daughter Tabitha (the daughter who was away on a camping trip in chapter 1), which was not mentioned. This story is not a RetCon but the victim of an editing error. I originally had a brief paragraph in story #1 explaining their friendship; I didn't go into great detail because it wasn't relevant to that particular story. In my rush to get it edited down and submitted under deadline, I dropped that paragraph, forgetting that it was essential to setting up the next chapter. My bad. HB,BB was my first Literotica story and my first work of fiction in over 25 years, so it's a little rough. Mea culpa. I'm working on improving my writing. Now on with the story.
Happy Birthday, Beautiful Boy pt.02
JARED
I finished washing my hands and putting on my shoes to make the quick trip next door. I needed to tell Mr. Bennings - er, Jim (I still couldn't get used to the first-name basis; I'd been calling them Mr. and Mrs. B. for years) when I would be available to mow their lawn. My summer classes were over but I still had a week left at my part-time job and I wanted him to know my schedule for the week.
Oh, by the way, my name's Jared. I just graduated from high school at the end of May, and I was getting ready to go away to college in two weeks. I was excited but nervous as hell. I was taking some Advanced Placement classes over the summer to help me skip over some of the intro courses at university, and wondered if I hadn't bitten off more than I could chew. My grades were good in the summer classes, though, so I crossed my fingers and got ready to jump into the deep end.
The school had given me the contact info for my assigned dorm buddy, and much to my relief we'd hit it off... we liked the same video games, the same music, the same movies, and had similar senses of humor. I was a little worried at first, because he was more of a jock - real big on soccer and lacrosse - and with the exception of the swim team, I really wasn't all that much of an athlete. And athletes can be real pricks to non-athletes. I knew that from experience.
See, I'm not really a very masculine guy. I'm not gay, and I don't think I act effeminate, but nothing about me screams "macho." I'm 5 foot 10, but have always been slight of build. I swam competitively throughout high school, and I've always eaten right (my mom's a real health freak and cooks accordingly), so I actually have some definition and cuts where my muscles are, but they're frankly just not very big. I never got the wide shoulders and V-back that people associate with swimmers; I look more like a distance runner. But it's the long legs, long fingers, high cheekbones, and big eyes that screwed me. All attributes that are considered attractive in girls. Not guys.
Pretty-boy. That's what they called me. And that was from the respectful ones... of course there were those that were a little more blunt: Faggot. Tranny. Princess. Girly-man. He-She. Twink. The list goes on and on. The girls at school never called me handsome or hot; they said I was pretty. And when I protested they swore up and down that that wasn't an insult, but I sure as fuck felt insulted. I didn't want to meet girls who wanted to put me in a dress and have a tea party, I wanted a girl who wanted to get naked with me. But that was never to be found.
And so the years went by, with guys making fun of me and girls never letting me feel masculine, and my naturally shy nature grew to crushing proportions. As I got more and more socially awkward, I watched the girls preening for the jocks and the bad-boys and I just accepted it and despaired. In my interactions with others I just got more passive and shy, which - of course - just attracted more abuse from the Dude-Bro collective. I was happy to leave the high school where everyone knew me, but dreaded what might be awaiting me in college.
So anyway, back to the thread... sorry, I kind of go off track a lot... I contacted my assigned roommate, Blaise (yeah, seriously, that's really his name), and we emailed, and then talked on the phone, and then did a Zoom call on video, and we totally hit it off. The video call must have lasted an hour, and we were cracking each other up and sharing stories like we'd known each other for years. He was a sophomore, and had no problems with hosting a freshman. Not even a shy, skinny pretty-boy freshman like me. And that gave me a major feeling of relief.
So, back to the present... I mentioned washing my hands before heading next door, and it's embarrassing to explain why, but here it is: Mrs. Bennings is the hottest, sexiest, most gorgeous woman on planet earth, and for the past three weeks, I've had to jerk off before I visit to ward off the massive hard-on I would otherwise get. Why the past three weeks? Because three weeks ago, on my eighteenth birthday, Mrs. B. sucked my dick. Yeah. She did that, swear to God. And she wasn't cheating on her husband; he was right there, videoing the whole thing. Not that I noticed at the time.
See, for the last nine or ten years, I've gone over to see Jim and Marie and Marie would give me a birthday present, a fresh-baked apple pie. She makes a pie that nations would go to war over, trust me. They're that good. Anyway, I went there that day for my pie and birthday greetings and she comes out of the pool in this teeny-tiny gold bikini that would get you arrested for wearing it in public. And then she has me rub suntan oil all over her body... and I mean All. Over. Her Body. ALL over. And she's acting all seductive and teasing me and I'm freaking out and having an out-of-body experience because I've been stupid in love with her since I was eight and she's a freaking sex goddess. And then... I know you won't believe me, but I don't care because I've got the video to prove it... she pulls out my dick and sucks me off.
It was quick... embarrassingly, I didn't last long at all... 93.4 seconds, to be exact, according to the counter on my video player... but considering how intensely she'd worked me up I'm surprised I held out that long. During that long, drawn out teasing session from the moment she'd risen from the pool, she was working me hard. Her body movement, her seductive talk, her playful voice... she was playing the part of seductress, it was obvious. She was putting on a show to make my eighteenth birthday the most memorable ever. And she succeeded, in spades.
And so I've taken to whacking off before going next door so as to avoid the embarrassment of popping a raging woody at first sight of Marie. And so it was with a sense of relaxed confidence that I fingered the latch on their backyard gate and slipped in.
"Helloooo... Jim? Marie?"
"Yo, Jared!" came the answering call. I smiled broadly.
"Hey, Tab!" as I peeked around the privacy screen. The little strawberry-blonde hottie in the bikini stretched out on the chaise lounge welcomed me with her trademark wide, open-mouthed Cheshire grin. She reached her arm out, fingers splayed, and opened and closed her hand, ending in an open palm inviting a high-five.
Tabby is Jim and Marie's younger daughter, and she's totally cool. She's two years older than me, but we'd teamed up as soon as my family moved here and we've remained good friends ever since. We played together almost daily for a while, and never once did she try to dress me up for a tea party - no, she was a tomboy and wanted to do all the things a young boy would do. We climbed trees, had snowball fights, stomped in puddles and wrestled in the mud after a rain. All the things that make for a solid childhood friendship.
As years... and puberty... took their toll, Tabby outgrew the tomboy thing and became more girly. And increasingly prettier. But she never ghosted me or dismissed me as a geek. We remained friends always, even though we saw less of each other. We hung out, played lots of video games, watched a lot of movies, ate fast food, fought, made up, swam, shared (and kept) secrets, got in trouble... all the things that make for a solid teenage friendship.
And because she was so pretty, she always had a boyfriend and I never had the guts to ask her out.
But that was cool because she was still my friend and would stay my friend, and that's something money can't buy.
Our palms met with a resounding smack. "Dude... the summer's almost over and I've barely seen you," she pouted. "We haven't hung out hardly at all. And you're leaving in a couple weeks."
"Yeah," I agreed, disappointed. "Hasn't been a normal summer at all. With me taking classes and working all the time, our schedules just never line up. And your camping trip..."
