Discoveries of a Young Man Pt. 08

Hope tried a few more times, before finding a nice comfort level, where she slowly applied suction while swirling her tongue and bobbing up and down. Slowly, carefully. Probably more for her comfort levels than mine. But it did the trick anyhow. It didn't always have to be fast. Instead, Hope was giving me a slow, teasing blowjob, edging me slowly toward salvation.

"Fuck, Hope, keep it just like that."

And she did. Slowly but surely, Hope made her way up and down my shaft, coating it in spit and soon precum. Before long, I felt my hips buck and jolt with each bob. Like electricity shooting through my body. Still, as good as it was, I tried to hold back. I knew my size would be uncomfortable if I started convulsing erratically. Plus, while Mel liked when I came in her mouth, Hope might not.

"You can shoot it in my mouth if you want. I don't mind... I think. Not the first time," Hope said, almost like she was reading my mind.

I lost some of the sensation as she spoke, but Hope's effort quickly brought me back up to the edge. But that final nudge over seemed to last for forever. My whole body was practically shaking and when I finally was able to release myself, it felt like my whole body was going into shock and that I was going to pass out.

But I didn't. Instead, I clenched my eyes shut as I shot my cum right into Hope's ever steady bobbing mouth. Even if it was her first time, she remained dutiful as I was shooting into her mouth and just took it down her throat like a pro, and some even dribbled out the sides of her mouth. I felt tickling throughout my entire body as spurt after spurt ended up filling her, more and more trickling down the corner of her mouth.

I could barely keep my breath steady from how hard I was panting.

After a good while, or at least it felt like it, I finally was able to focus on the present. That was truly unbelievable. I opened my eyes again, greeted with a smiling Hope.

"I just found out that I swallow. Damn, you're always getting so into it," Hope said, proud of her accomplishment. "I like it. Makes it all the more worth it!"

"Fuck, let me rinse off, and I'll be out," I said. Hope giggled and jumped out of the tub. She quickly dried off and headed out into the bedroom.

"Oh," I heard her say. I thought I knew whom she might've stumbled upon.

Through the bathroom door came Mel, dressed in her black t-shirt and baggy sweatpants, back from work. Man, I hoped one day to relieve her of that job. But one thing at a time.

"I guess she's still feeling a bit weird from our arrangement. I told her it was perfectly fine," Mel said, then eyed my naked body still in the tub. "Now. I have had a long day, and I think I might have a young man in my tub that I'll be taking advantage of."

"I'm exhausted, Hope just—"

"I feel so bad for you, my dear boy, how can I make it up to you? How about I just take you right now, either way?"

By the time Mel had finished her questions, she had stripped naked and revealed her glorious body. Her big soft tits, slender frame, and wide hips would never cease to amaze me. I was already growing again by the time Mel had grabbed me and filled my mouth with her eager tongue. Fuck I just loved when she took me like this. Her eager moans as she eats me up, holding me close to her.

Mel lifted away, looking down at me.

"Aren't you a lucky one? Got yourself a ripe young teenager and then an untamable cougar who you gave perpetual consent," Mel moaned, moving her hand to my growing cock.

"So how about it? Wanna fuck me just after getting your rocks off from my own daughter?" Mel asked. I choked on her words, but my cock told her all she needed.

"I think that turns you on a bit, doesn't it? Modest, oh so fine Bran, finally caught being into some debauchery?" Mel teased, turning around and pressing her ass against me.

I couldn't deny it. The thought of having them both did thrill me. First Hope, and then Mel! Man, I was starting to get ideas of other things involving them. Both of them.

"Fuck me, Bran. I need you in me, dear lover," Mel moaned. "Right now."

I took hold of my cock and entered her easily from behind. She was all wet and ready. Mel pressed back and slid me into the hilt easily. So warm. So perfect. My dearest Mel. Mel guided us so that she could support herself on the wall while turning her head to kiss me in an upright position as I started stroking my cock within her.

We had fucked plenty, but Mel never stopped feeling amazing. Holding her close, being inside her. Kissing her, worshiping her. She was the embodiment of my sincerest dreams. My first true love. Everytime we fucked, or made love, we made each other feel so good, made each other forget about the world.

Mel turned, arching her head down and pushing back against me, starting to feel her orgasm build rapidly. I felt her gushing around me, her whimpering becoming more jagged and erratic. Her reaction to us fucking was enough to send me over the edge for the second time in less than half an hour.

*

So I fought again. Monday I beat one guy, and Wednesday I beat another. Both were in the second round. I could go into detail, but why bother? It was part of building up that in-ring experience. I almost lost count on how many it had been. I was more than eager to go pro and get some real action.

Something else that was far more interesting, was the continuous grappling with Hope and Freya. And when Freya was busy, there were other girls who got in on the fun. And we even hired a new self-defense instructor named Zara, who was pretty good at combat sports, having various belts. She was an older mom who worked as a cop or something.

But watching Hope pinning down other teens, and getting manhandled herself was certainly something I often found myself staring at. Even if they finally got their gis.

"Focus, pervert," Freya yelled at me, slapping me in the face with a pad. Though she had the remnants of a smile on her face. Maybe my sheepish staring was a bit obvious.

And Freya knew the gist of our relationship, with Hope and I, and Mel and I. She was at first a bit like "what the fuck are you saying", but she was getting around to it. And Freya was happy I told her. Your boxing coach is like a parent. They watch over your wellbeing. Freya was an important person like that for me. She was just a bit older than me, but she was a person who I trusted a lot. She was my mentor and as well as my trainer, after all.

"Try to jab me," Hope challenged. We were in the living room, having returned from the gym. I was slouched on the couch when Hope came in from the kitchen.

"What are you up to?" I asked.

Hope came over with a mischievous smile on her face, grabbing my arm and drug me to my feet. I got up and stood in front of her.

"Get your boxing stance," Hope said. I put my hands up, like asked. Hope did too.

"Now jab."

I threw a fast jab out, though not full power. I was after all, heh, a light heavyweight. I knew Hope was up to something, but what she did next I didn't expect. She slipped the jab, as one does, but instead of doing any boxing stuff, she grabbed my hand and yanked me down as she threw both her legs onto my shoulders. While normally having Hope's legs wrapped around my neck wouldn't be something I would complain about, this was a rather uncomfortable situation.

"Heh, what is this?" I grunted.

Hope's whole body was hanging on my arm, forcing me to let her down on the ground, and as I did, before I knew what was up, I was on the ground as well. Hope had swept my damn legs!

"What the f—" I started, as Hope jumped on top of me, rolled me around so that I was on my back on top of her, with her hips squeezing firmly around my waist and her arms hooked under mine and interlocked behind my neck.

While Hope could easily apply pressure and cause a lot of pain, she didn't. Instead, she put her mouth to my ear.

"Got you now," Hope whispered in my ear. Was that what this was all about?

I tried to get out of her hold, but she held firm.

"Ah ah ah, you're mine now," Hope moaned.

"It turns you on beating me up?" I asked through exasperated breathing, trying to wiggle out of her grip.

"I didn't beat you up, Bran... I made you submit," Hope said and licked my face.

While it was incredibly uncomfortable to be in this position, I couldn't help but help getting turned on getting tossed around like this by Hope, who was much smaller than me. And her talking down to me was kinda hot too. Even licking my face!

I finally had to resign that I wouldn't get out of this hold unless Hope wanted me to, so finally, I tapped out. She luckily released me, respecting the tap.

"With the boxing and grappling, you'll become a real household bully," I joked. But Hope didn't take it that way. She looked like I had slapped her.

"What?" I started, feeling my heart fall through the floor, but Hope threw herself into my arms.

"Sorry, Bran... Sorry, I didn't realize what I was doing! I didn't know I made you feel that way!" Hope cried into my chest. Fuck, I didn't mean it like that. I must've triggered something.

"No no, I didn't mean it like that, Hope. I think it's hot with strong women, sometimes it's hot for a guy like me to be tossed around. I didn't mean to call you a bully, I apologize," I said earnestly. I really didn't think of what I said.

"It's not that... I mean sorta, but..." Hope said. With a resigned sigh, she slumped down on the couch.

"Can I tell you something?" Hope started. "I haven't told anyone... It's embarrassing, but I have to tell someone. And you're... my boyfriend. Please."

"Of course. Anything," I said, understanding that the following conversation held some gravity.

"Maybe... Can we talk in the Camry? I feel it's more private," Hope said, looking around the living room. I guess Mel and Maia might get home soon.

"Sure, lead the way."

Hope sighed heavily as we sat into the Camry. Hope sat in the driver's seat and me in the passenger's seat. I knew this was one of the moments where your mettle is tested, that this was one of those things that were between two trustees. Hope turned to me.

"I know you're transparent with mom, but please. Can this be between us?" Hope said, staring me straight into the eyes.

"Sure, of course," I said, zipping my mouth.

Hope turned to stare ahead, at nothing in particular. She let out another sigh, waving her hands in front of her eyes. We sat there a few moments in silence. I didn't want to push her, so I let her take her time, resigning myself to looking at her, waiting for what she needed to tell me.

"It was easy for me to... renounce da... David," Hope began. A few more moments of silence. Hope held out a hand and I took it. She squeezed it hard and let go. Never letting up her thousand yard stare.

"When I turned 18, David tried to... He had always..." Hope began. I drew in my breath sharply. Adrenaline started to shoot through my body.

Hope hadn't said it yet. But I knew now why she was the way she was. Depressed. Hesitant. Taken a year off of school. Hope being the oldest.

It also sort of explained how she almost fell for an idiot like Jeremy.

It also explained why she was more opt to love and affection rather than sex. It was something she was not comfortable around, and she needed comfort. Both to have sex, but also to exist. The comfort of being safe.

This pure, kind girl... To think that big oaf had tried himself on her.... It made me wonder what kind of other abuse David was dishing out. I hadn't really asked. It wasn't exactly the kind of topic one brings up out of the blue. I made a silent vow that yes indeed she was safe. Her, Mel, and Maia. As long as I was breathing, no harm would ever again come to this family.

"He was drunk, as he usually was, and he came up to my room. I could tell something wasn't right. He never came to my room. Pretended to want to tuck me in. But throughout my teens, he always made... comments.... So he was sort of rubbing on my leg on top of the blanket. I knew what he wanted, but I froze. I was paralyzed like I couldn't move. And then he heard something downstairs... He said he would be back later, but... yeah well Mom later met you and threw him out not long after."

Never once did Hope shed a tear. Instead, her mouth was trembling, and her hands were trembling as she was clutching the steering wheel. I couldn't take it. I grabbed her hands and pulled her into me, hugging her tightly.

While I wished I could beat David to death right here and now, I had Hope right in front of me, trembling from the emotional release of spilling out her trauma. I kissed her cheeks, rubbing her back gently. I held her for forever.

"So that is... why I am who I am," Hope said, departing from our embrace. I put a finger under her chin and guided her deep blue eyes to mine.

"Hope. You're very brave. I am very fortunate to have met you. You, Mel and Maia, you're my family now. And I am very thankful you trust me enough to share this with me... Fuck, sorry, I just wish I could beat the shit of that idiot," I said, still holding her hands. I didn't want to release the physical contact.

"Never mind that... I... I actually feel relieved telling you this. Like now. Now I can move on. Now I can be who I want to be. You're to me what mom is to you, I guess. Though, I think it will take time getting used to this. And this does not mean both me and mom dating you. That has been fine the whole time. It's just... I have a hard time dealing with love. Like I am almost afraid of it."

I slowly nodded. It sorta made sense. A parent should show love, but not the way David did. And he didn't even do it out of love. I can't fathom the particulars, but usually, it had to do with control and greed. Neither of which correlated with expressing love. It created a distorted expectation of what love is.

And then for Hope to meet a guy who showed what real affection looks like. Me. I knew she had a crush on me since we first met, though I was a bit oblivious at the time. Maybe she saw how happy her mother was, and then met the guy who made her that way and saw that I was not a douchebag like Jeremy or a scumbag like David. Hell, even back then she had been checking me out in more than one way.

"But let there be no doubt. I love you, and I am very excited about the future. For the three of us," Hope said, breaking our moment of silence.

"Can I continue this moment of clarity and talk to you about something else?" she asked. When she saw my face, she quickly added, "No, no more trauma. It's about college and that stuff. And you have my permission to consult mom."

"Thank god," I sighed.

"So. I don't know if I want to go to college. No, hear me out. There are two reasons. First, I don't think it's for me. Yes, I can learn skills and blah blah blah, and maybe I'll do it later. But since I've finally kind of opened... my shell or whatever, I thought more about what I wanna do, and it does not involve college. In fact, I want mom to use the savings she saved for my college, and do it herself. I know David fucked it up for her, and that she has had regrets about it since, so I want her to do it. I know she won't go without a fight, but I think she should take the opportunity. And like her, I can do it later if I change my mind."

"So what, you gonna hang around all day?" I asked, realizing I was almost sounding like a dad.

"No, new daddy. I was checking out a bit... There is an auto mechanic class I wanted to try, at the public school, and I think they might let me in next year during the fall semester. In the meantime, maybe I can help you with the fixing-shit-cars-and-sell-them thingy? While wrapping up high school, finally?"

I sat thinking for a bit. It did make sense. Like why go to college, if you didn't want to? If you had other plans, like a vocational school, or a business, maybe it wasn't as bad after all. Maybe it could be a good thing.

"Well... It's not a bad idea, and I think it's good to pursue your dreams. So... I will probably back you on this. If dropping college and slouching around was the option, it would be a hard no, but hey. You have a good head on you," I said. Hope smiled at that.

"Though, convincing Mel to take the money she saved for you, that'll be a challenge. Lets sit on it a bit, think out a strategy for your mom. But first, let's get dinner started."

*

Already the next day I found Hope under the Camry, the sounds of a wrench turning. I knew she was more of a car person than I was, and I guess it was truly flourishing now. Hope was clanking under there, singing along to the chorus of "Just Can't Get Enough" by Black Eyed Peas. It wasn't normally the kind of songs Hope listened to, but she had adopted a much brighter cheery mood lately. Which in many ways made me proud. I couldn't help but think I was part of the reason for her new view on life.

"How you doing down there?" I asked, directing my question to Hope's feet. Even if she was listening to Black Eyed Peas, she still wore black combat boots.

"Hey babe," Hope said, rolling from underneath the car. Her hair was a bit disheveled as she sat up and she had a bit of soot on her freckled nose. It made her look so damn cute. "Is it okay if I find a buyer for this thing? Someone at the college seemed interested, actually."

"Sure. What you doing down there?" I asked, getting down to her level, brushing her blue hair out of her face.

"Changing the exhaust," Hope said, looking at me with a smile I just had to kiss.

"Great. Sure, if you find a buyer go ahead," I said. "Talked to your mom? About college?"

"Partly... She wasn't too thrilled about me not going, but hearing my plan B made her not as... pessimistic I guess."

"She just wants you to succeed," I said. Hope nodded.

"I know. And I want to succeed," Hope said. "But my way. She's in the kitchen."

Hope rolled under the car again as I got up.

"Hey babe," Mel said, giving me a slight feeling of deja vu. She was in a good mood, so maybe Hope's plans had landed better than expected.

*

On the morning of thanksgiving, I took a quick jog, both to clear my mind, to burn some extra calories before the poundage I would rain upon my stomach when I got home later. But also to talk with my big sister Jenna, who lived all the way over in Seattle. I had initially had some small plans of going up there for thanksgiving, but my roots were sort of settling here in Courtington, Indiana.

At first, I felt bad for canceling on my big sis, but seeing how important it was to the folks we helped out, made it all worth it. Jenna, my sister also seemed supportive of me being a dutiful boyfriend as well as an active member of my new community. Besides, I had contemplated something like volunteering before, so this was sort of the stars aligning in my favor. Again and again, those damn stars would align for me.

"Here you go," I offered to an older fellow. He smiled a toothy grin at me.

"You the boxer?" he asked. I was a bit perplexed. I wasn't a huge name or anything. Sure, I won a bit here and there, but that was all amateur boxing.

"I've been known to punch people in the face, yes," I chuckled.

"I used to box too," the man chuckled behind his bushy beard and brow. "That Carlos Fernando, he's real good isn't he?"

"Heh, yeah tell me about it," I answered. My first loss was to that guy. I knew his slickness in the ring a bit too well.

"I will. He's a pro now. 5 and 0 already. A prodigy. Future world champ material. Though, people say you'd beat him in a pro fight," the old man chuckled.

"I'll let you know if it comes to it," I chuckled back. "Extra bread?"

As an extra favor, I even volunteered to lag behind and wash the dishes, put chairs in place, and all that mumbo jumbo. Back home turkey was waiting, but something about helping out just hit the right spot with me. It was important stuff, you know.