Central High Blues Ch. 04

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The Usual Disclaimer: This is a work of fantasy. All characters featured in sexual situations are over 18. The characters in these stories are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living, dead or undead is purely coincidental. Do not try this at home.

Before I go on, I want to sincerely thank all of you who have reached out to me with feedback. For all of you who squirmed uncomfortably through parts of Chapter 3, I am sorry. Hopefully this will get better for you.

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I was a little annoyed when my alarm woke me up the next morning. I had been having a really good dream, although the details were fuzzy by the time I rolled out of bed and turned off the alarm clock. It was still dark outside, but the first hint of dawn was evident on the horizon when I peeked out through my blinds. I had set the alarm an hour earlier than normal so I could get up and work out before school. I had been too tired last night to do it.

Since I had slept in my workout shorts, it took just a moment to find a tank top and shrug it on. I tried to be quiet with my exercises and kept the door to the home gym closed while I worked the weights. Fortunately, it was a ‘back and biceps’ day, so I didn’t need a spotter. At first, I seriously considered skipping the workout entirely. As I got into it, though, I was glad I had decided to do this. It really helped me wake up and allowed me to work through some things in my head.

By the time I finished that workout and took my shower, I felt great. My body was invigorated, and my mind felt surprisingly clear and alert. I went to the kitchen and started coffee for my folks, and started making omelettes and hash browns for breakfast. I took my vitamins and supplements as the food started to cook.

My parents emerged blearily from their bedroom just after I finished cooking everything. I smiled at them and gave each of them a kiss on the cheek when they passed me to fix their coffee.

“You’re awfully chipper this morning,” my dad noted with raised eyebrows.

I grinned at him and handed him a plate with his omelette. I had timed the breakfast perfectly and was a little pleased with myself.

“I got up early and hit the gym first thing,” I said, “That really helped me clear my head.”

We sat at the table and enjoyed that family breakfast together. Once the coffee got them going, my parents both brightened considerably.

“Thanks for fixing breakfast,” Mom said.

She smiled at me and reached over to give my thigh a light squeeze.

“You’re quite welcome,” I smiled back.

I knew exactly what they liked in their omelettes, and that hadn’t changed. Bacon, cheese and grilled mushrooms for dad; light cheese, onions, bell peppers and tomatoes for mom. Beth would have taken a ham and cheese omelette if she had been with us. It was reassuring to fix breakfast. Unlike so much else that had changed, that felt familiar and comfortable.

I sighed and took a deep breath. It was time to get potentially uncomfortable.

“Dad,” I said, “When we were talking yesterday, you said we would talk later. I don’t want to ruin breakfast, so if you don’t want to talk about it now, I understand.”

He looked at me, then at Mom. He spoke to her.

“Josh asked me if we had ever fooled around with other people before he went into the hospital,” he explained.

“Oh,” she replied, after swallowing the bite in her mouth, “What did you tell him?”

“I hadn’t told him anything, yet,” he replied. “I wanted to talk to you first, to make sure you were okay with it.”

She shrugged. She took another bite of her breakfast and chewed it thoughtfully before answering.

“It’s not like we were that crazy,” she said, “When your father and I were dating, back in college, we were not in an exclusive relationship. We both dated and fooled around with other people. Sometimes we had threesomes.” She looked over at my father. “What was that, four times? Five?”

“Five,” he replied.

“We got married right after college,” she went on, “and when your dad went into the army, we had some friends who—”

“You were in the army?” I blurted out.

This was news to me. Seriously, it was something my parents had never, ever discussed. Dad looked a little uncomfortable and shifted in his seat.

“I wasn’t in the army very long,” he said softly. “That was back in the early nineties, right after the Gulf War. We got sent into Somalia. It was a mess. Clinton sent us in there with both hands tied around our nuts, and it cost a lot of lives.”

He had spat out the name ‘Clinton’ like it was a curse word. I knew my parents weren’t fans of the Clintons, but I hadn’t ever known that it was this personal for my father. I also realized that I had stopped eating with two bites left on my plate. I nodded at my father in acknowledgement and scarfed down those last two bites.

“Anyway,” he blew out with a heavy sigh, “After that, I was working at Langley even though I was technically still in the army. That work led to what I’m doing now. That doesn’t really answer your question, illegal bahis though. Early on in our marriage, your mother and I fooled around with two other married couples. After Jim died in Somalia, though, it was just too painful for all of us. We agreed we wouldn’t do that anymore. Also, we wanted to start having kids.”

He turned and looked at me with a grin on his face.

“It wasn’t that hard for us to give up that lifestyle, you know,” he said. “We love you and Beth so much. I never felt like I was missing anything.”

My mother looked at him and then at me. She looked a little guilty.

“You both know what I was missing,” she said softly, “but it wasn’t that big a deal, really. It wasn’t until Jeannie and I started talking about it all the time that I thought about…doing anything.”

She reached across the table to grab my dad’s hand and squeeze it fiercely. Her eyes held a loving expression.

“I love you so much,” she said to my father, “Thank you for being so understanding.”

He smiled back and squeezed her hand in return. It warmed my heart to see my parents like this. My mother released Dad’s hand after a minute and she turned back to me.

“I admit I should have shown more restraint,” she said, “Once you and I started fooling around, I really let myself go crazy. I don’t think I have ever been so constantly turned on in my life. It terrified me when your father confronted me, but it didn’t slow down my libido one bit.”

She shook her head ruefully.

“Quite honestly,” she said, looking at my dad, “I think our sex life only got hotter after that happened. What do you think, baby?”

My dad’s eyes blazed as he looked at her and nodded. He was still eating his breakfast, so he didn’t speak. Mom smiled at him and then she continued.

“When Lisa came over this weekend…” she bit her lip and her eyes glazed a bit, “she was just irresistible, Joshua. I’m sorry, but—oh, who am I kidding. I’m not really sorry, and Lisa isn’t either. Sure, what we did was completely inappropriate, but how have we been appropriate lately? I love all of this amazing sex we’ve been having. The only thing I’m sorry about is that it has made you so uncomfortable.”

I nodded at that, looking back and forth between my parents. Clearly, their love and their marriage were as strong as ever. I just needed to figure out how I fit in to this new dynamic. I smiled at them, rising with my dishes in my hands. I gave my dad a kiss on the top of his head and walked in to the kitchen to rinse my plate and glass before putting them into the dishwasher.

“Thanks for telling me everything,” I said. “I really appreciate it. I love you guys so much.”

My mother rose from her seat and she gave me a tight hug when I returned to the dining room. She kissed me hungrily, pressing her hot crotch right up against mine. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my dad smiling in approval as he watched us and finished his breakfast. As always, my mother was able to get me hard instantly, and she could feel it. I groaned into her mouth before releasing her.

“I need to get changed and get going,” I said. I kissed my mother again. “You guys have a great day.”

I hustled into my bedroom, and I heard my dad’s amused chuckle behind me.

I dropped my cargo shorts and stepped out of them before I froze.

Wait…Langley? That was the CIA headquarters, wasn’t it? What the hell did my dad do at his office?

I have to admit, I wasn’t really paying attention as I picked out some clothes and got dressed. I was wearing comfortable jeans and a t-shirt when I hurried back out to the dining room.

“Dad, are you some kind of spy or something?” I blurted out.

My parents both looked startled at that.

“I’m a security analyst, Josh,” my dad replied. He looked surprised that I didn’t know. “A lot of what I do is classified, and some of that work is for government agencies, but no, I’m not a spy. I work in an office, on computers most of the time.”

“Okay,” I said, “Sorry if that was…” I felt like a dork. I gave him a lopsided grin. “I guess I never really paid close enough attention. To be honest, I don’t recall you ever talking about it, though.”

Dad looked thoughtful at that. He took half a minute before he finally said anything.

“You know, I think you’re right.” His voice was soft. “It goes with the territory, I guess. When you’re working on stuff you’re not allowed to talk about, you get used to not talking about anything from work.”

I nodded at his explanation. It made sense to me, even though I had never had anything like a security clearance. What I did have experience with, these past few months, was keeping track of a lot of secrets that I couldn’t share with anyone. I could relate to my father’s position better than he probably realized.

“Okay, I am off to school,” I said.

I gave my mother another hug, and then hugged my dad firmly before heading out to my car. I was processing all of this new information about my folks—especially my dad—all the way to Trina’s house. illegal bahis siteleri I walked up and knocked at their door, and Trina’s mom let me in. It took me a moment to realize that both of them were looking at my crotch. I looked down and groaned.

These jeans were comfortable, but they were a terrible choice for me to wear to school. They were a little snug, and they weren’t the thickest denim fabric. It was some sort of stretchy fabric that looked like traditional denim. Even though I was not hard, my dick was clearly outlined down the inside of my left thigh. I was in for a long day.

“Dang it!” I said it to myself, but it came out of my mouth.

Trina was still seated at the dining room table, eating her breakfast. Her mother was closer to me, with her back to Trina. I could scarcely believe it when I saw her lick her lips while she stared at my crotch. Her nipples were hard beneath the thin cloth of her robe. I tried my best to play it off, acting like I hadn’t noticed. I already had far too much to deal with in my life. Still, it was obvious that my girlfriend’s mom was turned on by me—or more precisely, she was turned on by my big dick.

My more immediate concern was still what I could do about my school outfit. I didn’t want to have to deal with this sort of reaction all day.

“I am so sorry about that,” I said, dropping my hands to shield my crotch. “I wasn’t paying close attention when I got dressed this morning.”

I untucked my t-shirt, but it wasn’t long enough to cover my lap. I looked up from that to find Trina’s mom looking up at me.

“What’s got you so turned on this morning?” she quipped with a smile.

“I’m not,” I protested.

Involuntarily, I spread my hands out in that ‘I’m not guilty’ gesture, which just exposed my crotch again. Both women’s eyes darted back down there again. Trina swallowed the bite in her mouth and then spoke up.

“Do you want to borrow a longer shirt or something?” she asked.

“If you have anything that would help, I sure would appreciate it,” I said.

Unfortunately, we couldn’t find anything helpful. I tried on the two baggiest shirts Trina owned, but I have a long torso. Those shirts were essentially the same length as the one I had been wearing. I didn’t realize that Trina’s mom was behind me until I heard Trina speak up after I had pulled off her shirt to put mine back on.

“Mom!” she said, dragging the word out to two syllables, “Stop staring at my boyfriend’s ass!”

“I wasn’t staring at his ass!” Deirdre protested. Her face was bright red when I turned to look at her. “I just noticed his back was really muscular, was all.”

She does work at a gym, I thought to myself, It could just be a professional interest—if her hard nipples weren’t poking right out her robe like that.

I think she must have noticed my glance at her chest. She looked down and pulled her robe tighter around her, holding her crossed arms in front of those hard nips. It wasn’t like she was mad or offended, to judge by her expression. She was just embarrassed. I smiled at her and gave her a hug before we left, whispering “Sorry” into her ear.

“Me too,” she whispered back. We smiled at each other again, and then I escorted Trina out to the car.

We did not have a ton of time before school was going to start, and I had hoped to catch Coach Perrine before our first class. I looked at the clock on the dashboard with annoyance. It seemed there was never enough time in my life lately to get everything done.

“What’s wrong?” Trina asked, “Did you have something planned for me this morning?”

I glanced over at her. Damn, she looked so sexy this morning. The last thing I needed was to walk into the school with a raging boner under these pants. I sighed out loud.

“I just wish we had more time,” I said. “If we did, I could drive home and change. As it is, you know how this will go.”

She tried not to laugh, but still giggled a bit.

“Sorry,” she said, “I know I will be hearing about it all day.”

That was exactly how the day went down. I was acutely aware of the stares I got, but tried to ignore them. Miss Green was so careful not to look at me that it was obvious to everyone. After that first class, I carried my backpack in front of my crotch the rest of the day. I kept it in my lap all through English class so that I wouldn’t distract Miss Cahill.

“Trina,” I said at the end of that class, “would you like to join me and our science teachers for lunch today?”

I had intentionally said it loudly enough that Brenda could hear me. I wanted her to know why I wasn’t hanging around to spend time with her after class. Trina looked thoughtful for a moment before answering.

“I am buying lunch in the cafeteria,” she said, “I can’t really take that with me.”

“You are welcome to join us after you eat,” I said.

I ran into Mr. Delgado in the cafeteria. He was helping himself to the ‘fast food’ bar today like I had last week. I paid for my food and made a burrito quickly. I walked out with him so that I was canlı bahis siteleri less likely to be busted for taking food out of the cafeteria. We stopped at Miss Green’s classroom and joined her for lunch in her room today.

“What is up with those pants, Josh?” she asked, not even looking at me.

“Good grief,” Mr. Delgado said, shaking his head when he saw what she was talking about.

I took a seat and let out an exasperated breath.

“I had been so careful all last week,” I said. “This morning I was talking with my folks over breakfast and I got distracted. I wasn’t paying attention when I put on these jeans. They are comfortable. I had no idea what a pain this was going to be.”

I turned to Mr. Delgado then.

“Did you know my dad was in the army?” I asked him.

He nodded.

“This morning was the first I ever heard of it,” I went on, “Seriously, I had no idea. That had me all out of sorts.”

“We have a Chemistry lab today,” Mr. Delgado stated, “Fortunately, that means you have a reason to wear a lab apron all class.”

He shook his head again. His grin was infectious. All three of us were giggling when Trina showed up a few minutes later.

“What’s so funny?” she asked.

“Josh’s tight pants!” Miss Green replied.

That escalated the giggles to outright laughter, and Trina joined in.

“Oh my god, you would not believe it,” she finally spluttered, “I have had at least twenty different girls glare at me today. I didn’t even know any of them personally. This place is just nuts.”

It didn’t get any better for me. After I reluctantly put away the lab apron at the end of Chemistry class, I turned around to see half the class staring at my crotch. Trina wasn’t one of them—she was looking around her with amusement to see who was looking. After the bell rang, Trina made a big show of hooking my arm with hers and walking arm-in-arm with me down the hallway.

“This is kinda fun,” she murmured to me, “I never imagined I would get to feel like this.”

“Like what?” I whispered back to her.

We both saw all of the looks we were getting as we walked down the hallway.

“Every one of those girls wishes she was me right now,” Trina answered. “I am so turned on I can barely believe it.” She turned to hug me before we parted ways. “I can’t wait for you to fill me up with that big dick,” she whispered hotly into my ear.

I couldn’t help but get hard thinking about that. I quickly pulled my backpack from my shoulder and held it in front of me again as I went on to my Home Economics class.

That was a nightmare.

Miss Smith was running the class today, with Mrs. Bollinger observing from behind her desk in the corner. Miss Smith immediately called me up to assist her in front of the class as we prepared a casserole. I was still stiff in my jeans, and the entire class noticed. Even Mrs. Bollinger squirmed in her seat.

“May I please put on an apron?” I begged.

“No, that’s okay,” Miss Smith purred at me. “You won’t get anything on your clothes, I promise.”

It was fortunate that my t-shirt was black. It made my perspiration less noticeable. I still feel like I ruined that class. None of the girls were paying close attention to Miss Smith as she explained all of the steps for making a casserole. Hell, she was barely paying attention. I had to point it out when she neglected to stir in one of the key ingredients.

“Thank you, Josh!” she said brightly.

It seemed to me that she was overdoing it. Also, she kept reaching out to touch my arm or rest her hand on my shoulder. Those feather-light touches were undeniably arousing. I looked around the room and was disturbed to see so many horny young girls looking back at me.

When I get home, I am going to burn these pants, I thought, along with anything else I shouldn’t wear to school. This is fucking insane!

When that class was over, I could not get out of there fast enough. I glanced back to see Miss Smith and Mrs. Bollinger talking to each other and grinning. They were both looking at me.

Art class was not nearly as bad. I sat and sketched quietly. Everyone else was sketching, so they didn’t have time to stare at me. It helped me calm down and my dick was thankfully soft when I left for PE.

We actually started to play games of basketball in that class. I did manage to find a moment between games to get a private word with Coach Perrine.

“I am so sorry about what happened last Wednesday,” I whispered to her, “I didn’t think about your career at all, and that was selfish of me. I promise, it will never happen again.”

Her reply caught me completely off guard.

“I spent half my weekend masturbating and reliving that moment,” she hissed back to me, “As soon as I can figure out a way to work it out, I want some more of that.”

Her eyebrows were raised as she glanced meaningfully at my crotch.

That was not how I had expected that conversation to go at all. I was a little shaky as I made my way back over to the side of the basketball court on which I was playing next. Honestly, I was not the best player on my team. We still managed to win, but my teammates were obviously disappointed that I wasn’t better than that. I buckled down and played hard the next game. We won that one easily.

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