The Next Day
There are more surprises in jays life
Another one of Tate’s misadventures
Reaching for Bennyâs 14 year old dick with my right hand, and still occasionally wiping remaining soap and water running into my eyes with my left, he stepped forward and embraced me as if his life depended on it.
Read the first, if you want to know what happened to begin with
Read the signs. You never know what’s happening underneath them…
Whilst his lover’s on vacation from the boarding school, Gabriel finds another way of pleasing himself…
First time with a boy
I started talking with Cameron in tennis. He sat alone during the few minutes before and after playing. I asked him about his weekend or how his day was going or anything else I could think of to get small talk going. He was eager to talk. We spoke shallowly like this for weeks. After a while we started to talk in Algebra, the only other class we shared. Our conversation deepened and we became something like friends.
I asked Cameron to stay behind one day as everyone was leaving with their rackets to go play tennis. I convinced him to follow me into the hall for a minute or two while we waited for the coach to leave. Cameron followed me back into the locker room. I sat down on one of the stone benches in a tucked corner and patted the spot next to me. Cameron sat down. I turned my head to the left to look at him. He looked at the ground for a few seconds before looking at me. We looked into each others eyes for a moment. I turned my attention to Cameron’s lips and leaned towards him. He jumped up to a standing position. I looked up at him. He did not move. I patted the seat next to me again and again Cameron sat, this time closer. Lets try this again. I stared at his lips and leaned forward. This time Cameron leaned towards me and our lips met. I pulled back to look at Cameron. He leaned towards me and we kissed again. His tongue came into my mouth so I sucked it. We made out for a few minutes then I told him we should probably get going. Cameron moaned.
As we walked to the courts, rackets in hand, I told Cameron that we should exchange numbers. When we got to the court Cameron told the coach that we had been held back in our previous class. The coach asked for a note and I said we had forgot to get one. The coach sighed and said he would count us tardy. Cameron went to the court his friends were playing on and I the ones mine were on.
Cameron and I talked and texted after that and little else. Neither of us were old enough to drive so our physical relationship was constrained to school and what ever our parents would drive us too. Cameron would be getting his license soon so we didn’t bother with too much during these early weeks. At school private time was limited to the locker room during tennis and the restrooms. The restrooms didn’t have locks and were frequently visited so we were left with the locker room.
Only once were we brave enough to use the locker room for anything other than light kissing. The coach and all of the kids were at the tennis courts, playing. Cameron sat on my lap. He fit well because his frame was a lot smaller than mine even though he was only two inches shorter. I stuck my head in the nook between Cameron’s neck and shoulder and kissed his neck. I dragged my lips and prodded my tongue against his skin. My left hand pushed up the hem of his white shirt and rubbed along the bare skin of stomach just enough to tickle the tiny invisible hairs. My right hand made its way down his thigh until it felt the end of his gray gym shorts. It did a 180 at the end and went under the fabric, pushing it up his leg as it did. My right hand snaked along until it felt Cameron’s erection covered by his boxers. I lifted my head to Cameron’s face and we kissed. I stuck my tongue in Cameron’s mouth as I stroked his cock through his boxers. Cameron started moving his little butt in my lap. My penis nestled in between his cheeks as he moved his hips back and forth. I moaned into his mouth. My hand pulled out his penis through the hole in the front of his boxers. The tip of Cameron’s cock glided through the palm of my hand and he shuddered. I stroked his shaft steadily. I broke our long kiss and sucked on Cameron’s bottom lip for a few seconds. I looked down at his body moving slightly on top of my own and at my hand moving quickly under his gym shorts. I looked up at his face. It was flush. A drop of sweat traveled down the side of his head. He looked cute. I moved my left hand to the center of his chest and felt his heartbeat. My right hand sped up. I felt his pulse through the thick veins on his penis then the rush of semen. He came. Cameron groaned and panted on my lap. His hips stopped. We kissed. I traced the index finger of my right hand along the underside of Cameron’s shaft up to the tip where some cum pooled. I dabbed my index finger into it and carefully brought it to face level. I stopped kissing Cameron and brought the index finger up to Cameron’s lips. He stuck his tongue out and scooped the cum off my finger then leaned forward and sucked my finger.
Cameron got off my lap. I looked at the clock above the door to the coaches office. We had been there for four minutes. I looked back at Cameron. He was on his knees in front of me. He reached forward and grabbed my cock through the mesh of my red gym shorts. Cameron moved his hands slowly to the tip and then back. He bent over and bit the mesh covered shaft lightly. Cameron’s hands moved to the waistband. I lifted my butt off the bench as he pulled down. My shorts were around my ankles and I wasn’t wearing underwear. My penis laid against my stomach. Cameron grabbed it and stroked. His face was close enough to it that I could feel his breath. Cameron stuck his tongue out and licked up the shaft using only its tip. When he got to the end he covered the head with his tongue. Cameron put the head into his mouth. He puckered his lips and pulled his head up so that his lips dragged along the surface of the glans. Cameron’s left hand stroked the base. His head went down until his lips met his hand. He put his tongue against the shaft as he came up. Cameron removed his hand before plunging down again. His nose touched my skin and he moaned. As my cock vibrated I moaned too. Cameron came up again and held only the tip in in his mouth. He stared up at me with his brown eyes while his tongue flicked the head of my penis. Cameron’s right hand circled my cock and stroked. It went quicker and quicker and his eyes never stopped. I told him I was about to cum. Cameron’s mouth left my cock and laid open a few inches from it. My semen struck his left cheek and then his upper lip. The rest fell into his mouth. I bent down and licked the cum off his cheek and lip then I kissed Cameron, letting my own semen travel between us. Cameron broke the kiss to suck the head of my cock clean. I moaned and he giggled.
I told Cameron to stand on the bench. After he did I pulled his gym shorts down. I took hold of his semi-hard dick and sucked the cum that was still on its head. I put it back into his boxers and asked him to pull his shirt up. I licked off the semen that striped across the lower part of his flat stomach. I pulled his gym shorts back up and then my own. Cameron got down and I stood up. He leaned against my chest and we kissed some more. We stopped kissing, picked up our rackets and walked to the tennis courts.
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This is my first story. It’s partially true, and my boyfriend today is the famous Colin, only we changed our names. đ Enjoy. He’ll write part two, btw.
It’s my best friend’s birthday, so I’m writing this for him because… Well, this way I don’t have to buy him stuff.
You might hate me for how this ends… haha.
Sorrrry this took a bit longer to upload… I literally write these a few days after I’ve uploaded the previous one so when I’m quite busy there will be a bit of a delay. Anyway, enjoy!
Rumors can bring some people apart while they can also bring others eventually together…
Boys living on a island after a plane accident
Me & Artie get some alone time
While this is not technically a true story, it is loosely based on some of my experiences. Please let me know if you enjoyed it.
!NON-EROTIC CHAPTER!-The characters in this story are not above the age of 18. They also attend a private highschool.-!NON-EROTIC CHAPTER!
I meet up with a new friend while building a tree house with him
I first noticed when I got the first hairs at the base of my cock around 10. By 13 I had pit hair, leg hair, and now at 14, I started getting facial hair. My mom only just this summer noticed, I guess because of the start of my mustache, and immediately took me to a doctor. I’m fine but extremely early for 15, so I might not get much taller than 5’9 but damn do I have great muscle definition. And I’d bet the biggest dick in my grade.
Two strangers meet at the beach and spend some time “getting to know each other”, but how long will their interest in one another last? What surprises lie around the corner?
ok people trying something new….. Let me know if u like the whole 3 chapters at once or back to the 2 at once
YBWL-3
Hello! This is a story about young boys doing things that young boys probably ought to not do to each other. If you have no desire to read such a story, then please leave now. Otherwise, enjoy the very strange contents of my imagination. As you have figured out by now, I have very strange fetishes. The only way I can relieve them is through these stories. Let me know what you think in the comments- my account is periodically deleted for whatever reason and I enjoy hearing from those who enjoy my strange work. Please, enjoy!
Chris stirred the food around his tray absent-mindedly as he glanced at his soon-to-be opponent across the cafeteria. He was a little worried about their match on Saturday, and he typically handled the stress of his matches well. And Chris had quite the stressful life.
Chris had really been a member of the YBWL since before he could even join at the age of ten, helping his friend Luke train. Chris had always had dormant feelings for Luke, and like any reasonable teenage boy he kept them that way. As homoerotic as the YBWL was, there really weren’t that many gay guys in it. Homosexuality was mocked just as it would be in the football locker room or classroom. Chris had hoped in the beggining of their relationship that their “practice sessions” were really just excuses to take each other’s clothes off and jerk each other off. By this point it had become clear, however, that Luke was into it for the dominance rather than the eroticism. Still, Chris was pleased that he could enjoy the contours of his otherwise straight friend while on the wrestling mat. They were practically best friends, and that was good enough for Chris.
His other good friend Josh currently had his interest anyway. Josh sat to his right, sharing a conversation with the majority of the table as usual. Josh was a star athlete on the track team, and quite the looker. He thought that Josh just might be gay…..
Since their joint initation Luke had risen to the top ranks, currently holding the YBWL’s best win/loss ratio. The two still regularly sparred together. Luke, sitting to his left now, patted him reassuredly. Luke had only lost twice in his long YBWL career-once to Chris, in one very long and spectacular match. His other loss…. well thats a story for another time.
“Chris, I can tell you’re nervous about this match. And you can trust me when I tell you that you have nothing to worry about.”
He paused to take a massive bite out of his apple. Luke usually only ate the apple off of his lunch tray, which he frequently complained about the contents of. As he should. The boy’s school served awful food.
“He’s friends with that punk-ass Jake kid I demolished in front of everybody earlier this year. With a sparring partner like that, he ought to be no problem at all.”
Josh joined in the conversation. “Thats easy for you to say! You demolish practically everybody that crosses your path!”
He turned his chair so that he could look Chris directly into his beautiful green eyes. Chris was a low-ranking member of the school’s ROTC group, and currently donned the military-esque apparel. His most attractive feature were his ears, which were quite large and stuck directly outwards. They looked cute on the small boy and accuented his facial features. His military cap rested atop his military haircut at all times while wearing his uniform, in fear of punishment via pushups. His skin was perfectly tanned, which looked great in contrast to the white skin of Luke and Josh. Josh had seen what Chris looked like underneath that uniform, in his incredibly hot match with Luke. And he liked it alot.
“You can’t take advice on matchups from Luke-nobody can touch him except you thanks to ya’lls matchup experience. He’s on a whole other level. This kid Alex’s friend Jake might be weak, but I’ve heard that Alex is actually pretty good. What I want to know is why you’ve agreed to a match at his house.”
Chris finally spoke. “I know you guys are into these public matches, but I’m not. I’m tired of ’em. I’m just not into the whole public domination thing. That, and I can’t use my house for a match this weekend.” He resumed stirring his food around. The truth was that he preferred to take advantage of his opponent in ways that might…. disturb some people of a younger audience. He didn’t need his high school knowing that he had strange fetishes, he was only a freshman.
This upset Josh, who wanted to see more of Chris. He quickly spoke again. “Then at least let me go with you! I’ll wait outside or somethin’. Look, normally you would be talking shit and being your usual cocky self, so something is obviously up with you. I just don’t want you to lose just because he cheated to get the upper hand.”
Luke laughed. “You’re just saying that because you lost to that weird kid….what’s his name?….Tyler! If you had been on guard he wouldn’t have got the drop on you! Besides, you had that coming. You constantly torment that kid. Next time you fuck with somebody, you better make sure they aren’t a member of the YBWL.” He concluded this sentence by smugly sipping on his drink and looking towards Chris. “Alex is a straight-edge loser. You got nothing to worry about. Nobody is going to be seeing pictures of you covered in jizz next Monday like Ol’ Josh here.”
But Alex would turn out to be a bit of a challenge, as anticipated by Chris. For one thing he was almost a good foot taller than five foot-two Chris. He didn’t have nearly the same muscle tone, though. While Chris looked chiseled and worthy of worship, Alex had more of a skinny “boy next door” look. He was a good well-behaved kid with blonde hair and brown eyes, and seemed a genuinly nice person. He had only been in the YBWL for a short time but he had a promising start.
The boys chatted for a little while longer until the bell rang and they headed for class. “Look, if you wanna spar before the match for some practice…” Luke extended his hand and Chris shook it.
“No thanks, I got some homework and ROTC stuff to take care of.” replied Chris. “But thanks. I’ll see you guys Sunday for football?”
“For sure.” said Luke. “Good luck.” The three of them all exchanged goodbyes and headed to class.
Chris arrived at Alex’s house around twelve on Saturday. He was wearing a pair of green camoflauged cargo shorts with a black “Semper Fi” tshirt. Alex answered the door wearing an undershirt and blue jeans. “You’re Chris, right? Come on in!” He smiled and stepped aside so Chris could come in.
Alex had a pretty nice house. A big one at that. There was a large blue wrestling mat placed in the center of the living room. All the furniture had been moved to the adjacent theatre room. Plenty of space to move around. Alex offered something to drink, to which Chris declined. Alex’s humbleness was attractive and his throat was a little parched, but Chris kept Josh’s advice in mind. He didn’t want to accept a drugged drink.
“I’d rather get on with the match. Do you have a camera?”
Alex nodded towards the kitchen table, which had a large classic polaroid camera resting on top of it. He took off his socks and stood on the matt. “Ready when you are.”
Chris took off his shoes and socks and joined his opponent on the mat. Without a word spoken both boys threw up their guard and approached each other. The match was on.
The boys took turns exchanging blows. Alex clearly wasn’t going to try anything against Chris in terms of submission or ground work. Chris quickly realized that Alex’s dominant reach meant he was going to have to bring him down to the ground, as he found himself on the recieving end of many of Alex’s strikes and out of reach. He quickly dove for Alex’s legs, but recieved a nasty knee to the face from a quickly-reacting Alex. He fell to the ground on his knees, clutching a slightly-bleeding nose as he felt his shirt being yanked quickly down over his head. Chris threw himself backwards and stood up quickly, wiping his nose as Alex tossed his shirt to the side. The grey waistband of his briefs, reading “Hanes: Classic” poked up over his shorts.
Chris approached his opponent again and continued to recieve the majority of his opponent’s strikes, patiently waiting for the right time to strike back. That moment soon came when Alex attempted a risky front kick to Chris’ face. Chris grabbed his foot with his left hand and raised it as high as he could, then quickly struck Alex’s sack with his right. Alex collapsed to the ground immediatley, clutching his groin. Chris quickly joined him on the ground and slammed his head against the mat five or six times, until he was hardly moving. He groaned as Chris flipped him over onto his back and fumbled with his belt. His hands weakly tried to resist his attacker as he undid the clasp on Alex’s jeans and pulled them down to his knees, revealing his tight white Jockey briefs.
“Good boys like you always wear these” Chris laughed and stood up to grab his previously discarded shirt. He returned to Alex, sitting atop his chest as the boy started to come around a bit. He wrapped his shirt around Alex’s neck and pulled as tight as he could with his right hand. With his left he reached behind him and fondled Alex’s still-soft and yet still-visible equipment. Alex thrusted his hips and clawed at Chris’ torso in a vain attempt to escape, leaving marks on Chris’ chiseled torso and giving him even easier access to his genitals. He found himself completely helpless as his assailant fondeled his cloth-covered package. Soon his body’s motions slowed and then stifled completely as his body succumbed to the lack of oxygen. The humble young boy was unconscious.
Chris breathed a deep sigh of relief. He didn’t often lose his matches after scoring the first knockout. He left his shirt around Alex’s neck and stood up to finish pulling his jeans off. He pulled him to the center of the mat and laid down beside him. He jerked him off through his briefs, passionately exploring Alex’s growing bulge and ass through the tight cotton. As soon as Alex was hard Chris moved down to his real target:the feet. Earlier when Alex took his socks off Chris had noticed something that he hadn’t before: Alex had beautiful feet. They weren’t too big or small, and he just found the texture and curves and shape really attractive. Yes, Chris had a foot fetish.
Chris now had a raging hardon thinking about what he was about to do to this cute boy’s feet. He wished he could shed his clothing right then and there and be free of the confinements of his shorts and briefs, his raging cock pulsating as he ravished the feet of his opponent. But that would only make Alex’s victory more likely, and if so quicker and easier.
He took a deep breath from Alex’s package as he continued to fondle it, slowly making his way down until he got to his feet, which the boy clearly took care of. The nails were recently trimmed and they smelled good. He had probably recently bathed. And now his toes were about to recieve a tongue bath. Chris played with his feet for a while as he planted his own foot firmly into Alex’s groin, massaging his balls with his own feet while fully exploring the contours of his. He ran the bottom of his foot up and down Alex’s visible shaft as he popped each one of his toes ino his mouth one at a time. His eyes were closed in ecstacy as he savoured everything about the moment. He hoped that the sleeping boy, clad only in his undershirt and white briefs, would never wake up.
But soon he did. Chris noticed him slowly regaining consciousness and continued to bathe his feet, now focusing on the bottoms. He wanted Alex to see what he had been doing to him. Alex quickly grabbed Chris’ foot, which was still massaging his balls, and roughly tossed it aside. He scooted backward until he was up against the wall. His boner made a visible tent in his tight briefs. Clearly groggy, he threw up his guard.
Chris quickly took advantage of the moment by throwing in a few strikes at random areas to keep Alex guessing, who couldn’t get any offense going. Chris soon easily landed an impressive blow to the chin, which he followed immediatley by sweeping Alex’s leg. He elbow dropped the boy’s stomach, taking great pleasure hearing the air knocked out of him. Alex was now clutching his stomach and rolling slowly back and forth. He didn’t really resist when Chris pulled his undershirt off of him.
Seeing his lack of enthusiasm, Chris knelt down beside him and freely explored his ass, balls, and everything in between with his strong hands. He landed a clean right across Alex’s face for good measure, which stopped most of his moving. He then grabbed him under his arms and dragged him into the corner, seating himself tightly between the two. Chris loved this position, as he could easily explore his opponent.
He ran his hands up and down the hardly conscious boy’s chest as he nibbled on his ear. He continued to explore all of the boy’s torso as he nuzzled his head, pulling the groggy youth’s mouth back towards him for a full on kiss. Alex at first weakly resisted, but then realized it was of no use and returned the kiss. They always did. Chris finally moved down to the boys dick, which was starting to get hard again. He fondled the boys package, wrapping his legs around the boy’s waist so he could pry his legs further apart as the boy’s tongues furiously danced. They continued like this for some time in this position until Alex began to gain some of his strength back and began reisisting Chris’ advances. Chris decided it was time to end the match.
He wrapped his arm tightly around Alex’s throat. It was a very long sleeper hold.
At first a few coughs escaped his lips but after that his eyes were closed and his mouth was silent. His only resistance was his hips attempting to escape Chris’ constant assault of his cock. The combination of the sleeper hold plus the legs wrapped around his abdomen made it impossible to breathe, so Alex tried to exhale as little as possible. He felt himself losing consciousness as Chris slowly slid his thumb and forefinger up and down his clearly raging hard-on through his tight white underwear. His furrowed eyebrows slowly relaxed as he drifted off to sleep. Chris picked up his hand and dropped it a few times as he continued to fondle him to make sure he was out cold. Alex had been propped up against his chest for some time now, and an incredible heat had built up there. Chris wanted to lay there forever and just continue jerking him off and putting him to sleep, but this wasn’t a public match. No need to humiliate the nice boy.
After playing with Alex a little while longer in this fashion, he stood up and dragged the hard boy to the center of the mat and went back to work on his feet for a little while, groping himself as he did so. After taking another round through Alex’s toes he went back to work on the front of his briefs, making sure his grand reveal would be in its full glory. He reached his hand under the leg-hole and slowly ran his palm up and down his shaft and balls until Alex couldn’t possibly get any harder. Finally he slipped his white briefs down, making sure to pull tightly down as he did so that Alex’s cock would bounce up towards his belly button. He left the underwear pooled down at his ankles and gripped his cock gently in his hand.
Chris gripped Alex’s throbbing six-inch shaft in every way possible, tugging it every which way and jerking it up and down. Chris himself was feeling like he needed some release, which he planned on doing all over Alex’s cock and balls after he ejaculated. Chris licked his palm and continued to jerk off the young boy’s smooth cock while tweaking his nipples. He nestled his face in the boy’s junk as he ran his hands all along the cute knocked out boy, slowly making his way back down to his cock. He pumped it with slow, deliberate motions, studying both it and the boy’s sleeping face as he began to pay more attention to his balls. He gently rolled them back and forth as he licked Alex’s dick, tantalizing the head with the surface of his tongue. He picked up his pace as Alex’s breathing starten to quicken, his head turning and legs moving slightly as he slept through the attack. Soon warm boy jizz would be all over them. Chris had seen it a million times before and loved this moment. He leaned in to kiss Alex again as his balls began to visibly tighten…..
But suddenly an arm was wrapped around Chris’ throat and his arm was being held behind his back. One âNo!â escaped his lips as he began to struggle against his mystery assailant. He attempted to stand up but a foot was planted firmly on his calf. His free hand struggled to remove the arm from around his neck, but it was of no use. He couldn’t see who his attacker was, but they seemed to be shirtless and likely younger than him, as Chris was a short boy for his age. He should have brought backup. His arm fell by his side and everything slowly faded to black as he was slowly knocked unconscious.
Alex was awakened by a slap to the face. He slowly came to and saw his beautiful sleeping opponent sprawled on top of his own body. Chris’ stomach was tightly pressed against his still hard cock, his head was laid down on his chest. He was momentarily confused-Chris hadn’t accepted his drugged drink. Then he saw his younger brother Trevor kneeling behind him, exploring Chris’ ass under his shorts and briefs.
âAre you gonna help me strip this kid down and jerk him off or not?â
Trevor was a cute young boy still in middle school. A star running back, his short blonde hair and blue eyes were backed by a pearly white smile and toned figure. He looked really good for a thirteen year-old middle-schooler. He was certainly in better shape than Alex.
âTrevor! I told you to stay in your room! You’re not a member yet, you can’t wrestle!â Alex slid out from under the unconscious boy and pulled his briefs up over his still visible cock as Trevor flipped Chris over onto his back.
âNot yet I’m not! I want to get a good feel for it. Besides, if it weren’t for me you’d have lost the match already, so shut up and help me take his pants off. Please? Let me help you with this one match. Or at least let me have a little fun with him?â
Alex had long suspected a lingering homosexuality in his brother, and his boyish eagerness to get himself and this boy undressed wasn’t easing his suspicions. Regardless, he was right. Anything goes in the YBWL, and he had might as well easily take the match. He didn’t understand his motives fully, but it would be extremely easy to take manhandle this little boy with the help of his younger brother. He nodded and knelt down to play with Chris’ gray waistband as Young Trevor tugged his shorts off, leaving him in just his Hanes Classic red briefs.
Trevor unfastened his jeans, but they still clung to his waist tight and allowed him easier access to his boyhood, which he fondled now. Alex could now easily see that he was wearing his lucky pair of underwear- a pair of sky blue briefs covered with footballs, baseballs and the like. They looked cute on the young boy and he often lounged around the house at night or on weekends just wearing them. Trevor and Alex had practice matches all the time, but seeing his brother naked was nothing special nor erotic. They just practiced the wrestling and stripping part, and did not jerk each other. Alex could see Trevor mouth the word âwowâ as he continued to touch himself and stare at the sleeping boy clad in just his red briefs. To be fair, Chris was a really good looking kid. Trevor was lucky to get illegitimate practice against a boy way outside of his rank, especially considering that he wasn’t even a member of the league.
âHis ears are cuteâ, said Alex as he rubbed Chris’ ear lobes. He rubbed his hands up and down Chris’ torso and watched Trevor with mild amusement as he began to jerk him off through his briefs, at first running his palm up and down and then switching to a stroking motion as his cock started to fully form. He gripped his penis with his thumb and forefinger and slowly rubbed it up and down through the unconscious youth’s underwear. Trevor was shaking a little from the excitement. Alex sternly placed a hand on his naked chest and told him to take a deep breath.
âRelax, Trevor. Focus on the match. Chris is probably going to wake up soon. As soon as he gets up, I’ll restrain him in a full nelson. Then you can do whatever you want to him. After that, we get him off and spread him out for a picture, wake him up and tell him to get out. Got it?â
Trevor nodded as he continued to fondle the K. Oâd teen, licking his lips as he anticipated his face-to-face humiliation of the older boy. He could tell even through the red cotton that Chris didn’t have as a long of a penis as Alex, but it was certainly thicker. Much like their body sizes. He reached his hand inside to fondle his balls as Alex’s hand joined him to jerk his shaft. There was a massive bulge in the front of the passed out young boy’s underwear as the two hands slowly jerked his cock and gently rolled his balls around. Alex used his other hand to tweak Chris’ nipples as Trevor stuffed his inside of his pants. This hot action continued for some time until Chris coughed and started to wake up.
Alex stood up and began to lift up the tired young boy as Trevor’s hand stayed inside his briefs. Chris couldn’t stand without the two boys supporting him as Alex hoisted him in a weak full nelson hold. He mumbled a few words of protest as Trevor continued to have his way with the stud. Chris moaned as Trevor’s young finger slipped under his waistband and into his boyhole. He slowly worked in a second finger, which brought either greater pleasure or great resistance from the boy as he squirmed in Alex’s arms. Trevor now tucked Chris’ gray waistband under his balls and pulled out Chris’ throbbing cock from his briefs, taking all of it all into his mouth. He cupped his hands around his ass in order to thrust his cock into his mouth. It was a beautiful scene. Alex was turned on, pressing his cock up against Chris’ butt rhythmically with Trevor as he bobbed back and forth on Chris’ smooth member. Trevor found his nose repeatedly coming into contact with the tiny bush of brown hair resting below Chris’ naval as he continued to take all of the boy into his mouth. Alex continued to apply pressure to Chris’ neck whenever he felt like he was getting too strong, asphyxiating him for brief periods so they could have their way with him. Soon the boys had him falling asleep, his breathing heavy and his cock being pumped quickly. Trevor removed his jeans as the boy weakly slumped to his knees.
âNice….underwear……what are you…six?â Panted Chris as Trevor’s hands found their way back to his cock and balls. He tried to say something else but instead found a mouthful of Trevor’s tongue. Chris willingly and passionately returned the kiss, his proud member still rigid in Trevor’s hand. Trevor tucked his own briefs beneath his sack and grinded their two cocks together, continuing to make out with the weak boy. Alex continued to apply pressure as Trevor continued his assault for some time until he finally stopped moving.
âI think he’s out.â said Trevor.
Alex finally released the unconscious teen boy from the hold. His arms fell limply to his sides as the two brothers pressed themselves tightly against him. Trevor continued to grind their cocks together as they eased him down to the mat. Alex noticed that his brother was leaking a little precum. He gently grabbed his brothers cock and balls and tucked back into his cute tight briefs, where they visibly tented and left a noticeable wet spot.
âTake it easy there, bro! The goal is to make the opponent cum, not you! That part comes either after or during.â
Trevor nodded and slid Chris’ briefs down his muscular legs and off his feet, inhaling deeply from his pouch before throwing them into the growing pile of boy clothes. The incredibly smooth and incredibly hard boy once again found himself being jerked off as he slept soundly. His junk was now fondled in clear view. Alex grabbed his arms and legs and spread him out wide as Trevor began to suck his dick again, this time rolling his balls around as he did so. He placed one of Chris’ hands inside of his briefs, just wanting to feel a hand on his dick while he brought the cute boy to climax. Alex left him at his game and went straight to Chris’ feet in order to return the punishment he had received earlier. He gently licked and explored and massaged his smooth boy feet, making sure to press the sleeping youth’s foot into the front of his jockeys. This activity continued for some time until Trevor finally took the unconscious would-be-soldier’s cock out of his mouth.
âAlex, grab some rope from the garage. I wanna tie him up so he can be nice and comfortable while we cum all over him. More importantly, we won’t have to keep knocking him out. I’ll take it from here, he can’t last much longer.â
Indeed, it was miraculous that Chris had not yet came. It was truly a testament to his training. Alex went to get some rope as Trevor continued to fondle Chris, feeling his tight stomach as he pumped his cock up and down. What Trevor didn’t know was that Chris had already woke up and was merely pretending to be asleep.
Chris felt his orgasm approaching and knew that he needed to act fast. There was no way that he was going to lose this match. Not this way. He allowed Trevor to continue for a little while longer. Trevor currently was pumping his own cock using Chris’ hand.
He suddenly and violently sat up, gripping his right hand around Trevor’s neck tightly. Trevor’s hands flew to his throat on reaction, leaving him perfectly open to a clean left hand from Chris. The punch knocked him out cold as he fell down to the mat, but Chris choked him a little while longer just to be sure. He slid his incredibly hard cock up and down the also hard young boy’s face, slapping him a few times with it before hiding behind the door. Alex came back in holding some yellow ropes they used every summer to hitch their canoes. He didn’t see his cute younger brother laying unconscious on the mat until it was too late. Chris came in behind him and kicked him in the back of the knee, causing him to fall over immediately. Chris quickly grabbed a length of the rope he was holding and wrapped it around his neck, choking him out as he grabbed his cloth-covered dick. Alex only lasted a minute and a half before finally succumbing and passing out in his arms. Chris was back in control, and he had no intention of losing it again.
He hoisted Alex bear hug style into a nearby chair and used the rope to tie him tightly to it. He made sure to position it so that Alex would have a great view of him having his way with his younger brother. He made sure that the sleeping youth was tightly secured before harshly waking him up with a few slaps to the face. Alex grumbled and stirred as Chris returned his attention to his first and younger victim, who was slowly waking up already. Chris walked towards him and folded his arms.
âI’ve never seen you around, kid. You’re not a member.â
Trevor groaned in response. He held his head and breathed softly. He felt sick. The room was spinning.
Chris continued. âYou obviously need a lesson in staying out of peoples business. You also obviously love sucking my dick. So suck it, bitch.â
He grabbed Trevor behind his shaved blonde head and brought him to a sitting position. Chris’ cock had finally gone soft for the first time in the match while he tied Alex to his chair. It was quickly brought back to full attention as he plunged it into Trevor’s mouth, who weakly complied to his fellatio. The groggy 13 year old was clearly hard as Chris slipped his hands into the front of his cute briefs. He could hear Alex struggling to get free from his bonds, to no avail of course. Chris had done this many times.
âKiss me, Trevor.â
He weakly complied as Chris continued to stroke his dick up and down through his tight briefs, enjoying the feeling up the material covering the stiff boyhood, leaving little to the imagination as you explored every inch of his cock. He pulled on the light blue waistband and snapped it a few times before returning to stroking his cock through the material, then sneaking its way under the leghole to rub his shaft and balls with his palm for a while. He then forcefully placed his cock back in in Trevor’ mouth and allowed him to suck it weakly for a little while longer.
âReady to go back to sleep?â asked Chris, taking his dick out of his mouth and punching him hard in the stomach. Trevor attempted to fold over but Chris didn’t let him. He groaned and nodded his head softly.
âHave your way with me. Just put me out first.â
Chris gently pushed Trevor back onto his back and slowly removed his cute briefs. Trevor’s hairless cock came into full view as it fired towards his naval. Chris stroked it two or three times as Trevor’s legs actually spread open to greet his touch, then sat in behind the groggy boy and gently wrapped his arm around his neck. His eyes were closed as Chris fondled his equipment. Chris was actually the first boy to touch Trevor in this way, which he suspected. He kissed the boy’s cheek and probed his ear.
âReady?â
Trevor nodded as Chris’ grip tightened. His free hand slowly ran up and down Trevor’s thigh, who offered no resistance against his inevitable knockout. His arms lay motionless by his sides, his unperturbed cock pointing directly upwards toward his adorable scrunched up face as Chris gently brought him to sleep. As the young teenager passed out in his arms he looked towards his older brother and flashed a devilish smirk, who looked away. Chris could see that Alex was hard, even from behind his unconscious naked brother. After some time passed it was clear that Trevor had now been knocked out for the second time.
He laid the boy boy down gently, his cock resting on his naval and beating in time with his circadian rhythms. He picked up the boy’s hand and let it fall to the mat a few times before walking over to Alex and slapping him in the face again, hard. He gripped Alex under the chin and pulled his face in close for a long, deep kiss and then looked him directly in the eyes.
âYou listen to me, Alex. If I look over at you one more time and catch you NOT watching what I do to your brother, I’m fucking him in the ass. Got it?â
Alex nodded hurriedly. Chris returned to Trevor and pumped his cock slowly up and down. He sat to the right of him and slid his left leg under Trevor’s waist. His slid his right leg under Trevor’s legs so that the young boy was splayed horizontally across his lap, his hips raised slightly to greet Chris’ expert hands. Chris knew that this boy would be cumming in no time. His eyes met Alex’s, who was staring at Trevor’s cock. He continued to sleep soundly as Chris explored his lightly toned chest and legs, enjoying his easy and full access to the boy’s otherwise private areas. Alex protested as Chris gently reached under and probed his tight boy hole, which Chris obviously ignored as he stimulated Trevor from both ends of his body simultaneously.
As the sleeping boy’s breathing grew heavier Chris quickened his pace on his cock. Soon his hips and legs began to shake. Chris peered up at Alex and made sure he was watching. He was, and seemed almost too interested in seeing his sibling achieve orgasm for the first time. His jaw hung slightly open. For some reason this turned Chris on.
Chris pointed his cock slightly up and towards his sleeping naval while continuing his quickening pace as he ran his other hand hurriedly up and down his inner thigh. The boy soon came, spewing semen all over his tight abs. Not a whole lot, the boy hadn’t been ejaculating for very long. But an impressive amount nonetheless. His slight movements finally came to a halt as Chris continued to jerk his softening cock. Chris wondered what he was dreaming about. He slowly slid out from underneath the boy and grabbed the camera from the table. The cum on his stomach glinted in the light in the fully developed pictures twenty seconds later. He left these items on the table and went after his real target, who was still looking at Trevor. Chris stood in front of him, blocking his view.
âI can’t wait to tell all my friends about this particular match. You couldn’t even beat me with the help of your pansy ass brother. He’s not so tough when my arms aren’t restrained above my head. Do you even have anything to say for yourself?â
âI told him to stay in his room, I swear! He wants to be a member really bad and I couldn’t get him to back off once he saw you. I’m sorry, but it wasn’t my fault!â Alex neglected to mention the drink Chris turned down earlier that he drugged himself.
âIf it was my brother I would have kicked his ass myself and dragged him back to his room. Seems to me you also need a lesson-one in respect and honor.â
With that he heard Trevor stirring behind him. He grabbed Alex’s waistband and slid his briefs down and off his body, his hard cock springing out as if to greet him. Chris quickly and quietly sat down by the soft young waking boy and slipped Alex’s briefs over his head, making sure the boy’s face was pointed directly where his brother’s cock normally rested. He knocked the young boy out with ease for the third time, allowing the boy to moan in disgust at the humiliation before wrapping his hands around his throat and sending him back to dreamland for the third time. He returned back to Alex and stood behind the chair he was in. Alex had no control as Chris leaned down over him and slowly ran his palm up and down the lengthiest member in the room. He licked his palm for lubrication as he wrapped his arm tigthtly around Alex’s neck. Once Alex was barely conscious, Chris removed the roping from around his torso. Alex fell down to his hands and knees on the mat.
With some effort Chris able to lift Alex up in a cradled position, before slamming him down on his knee with a punishing back breaker. A loud and painful escape of air left Alex’s lips as Chris let the hard boy remain on his knee. He fondled the boy’s balls in one hand while keeping his other around Alex’s neck. He of course was unable to lift his head, so he allowed it rest upside-down on the mat uncomfortably as Chris continued to jerk him off. Alex struggled to remove himself from the excruciating back breaker, but it was no use. Whenever Alex simply gave up, Chris would hammer-fist his gut, forcing him to stay attentive and make some attempt to protect himself. He eventually allowed Alex to roll off of his knee.
Alex rolled onto his stomach and held and hand to his back, groaning in pain. He saw his brother unconscious in front of him before Chris grabbed his head and slammed into the mat. Over and over and over again. Once he stopped moving Chris felt free to play with his ass cheeks, pushing them together and squeezing them until he tired of them. He flipped the unconscious boy onto his back and pumped his cock a few times before walking over to the clothes pile and grabbing Trevor’s cute briefs. He placed them on Alex’s head in the same fashion as he continued to molest the sleeping youth. Chris laid down on top of him so that their cocks were rubbing together and slowly ground their pelvises into one another. Chris felt himself approaching climax, so he crawled up Alex’s chest and lifted the waistband of Trevor’s underwear up over his nose, deeply probing Alex’s mouth as precum drooled out of both boy’s members onto Alex’s body. He let the waistband spring back down over his chin.
Chris gathered the small amount of precum into his palm and straddled the knocked out blonde. He sat on the boy’s stomach, facing his dick so that Chris could grasp both of their cocks in one hand. With his lubricated hand he pumped away on their two cocks held tightly together, pointed at the ceiling. He looked up towards the sky and closed his eyes, relishing the moment. He switched to both hands. He had been waiting for this release for quite some time. A single purple vein showed clearly on Chris’ thick raging member as he pumped the two wet cocks in unison. His stomach heaved in and out wildly, his clavicles showed clearly as he stooped over slightly, unable to hold himself up completely as his body approached what he would soon discover to be one of the greatest orgasms he would ever achieve.
Soon Chris erupted, and Alex wasn’t that far behind him. Chris fired several ribbons up into the air with incredible force before edging back slightly and pointing his dick down at Alex’s cock and balls. He struggled to remain conscious as euphoria took control of his senses, firing boy juice all over Alex’s lower half as he continued furiously pumping his own cock. Each blast of boy jizz brought his entire body rocking forward with it. His eyes remained closed but his head hung low as he breathed huskily and heavily, finally running out of ammuntion around blast number ten. He felt incredibly drained, dazed. He could feel some of his cum in his hair and over his left ear.
He slowly got up off his opponent and laid down in front of his still raging and cum-soaked member. It only took three minutes of jerking and then deep throating the boy’s dick before Alex finally came, adding comparable amounts of semen to the growing pile on his cock, balls, and naval. Chris watched closely, fascinated with the mechanics of the male body as he continued to fondle it during its nocturnal emission. He finally tired of his battered opponent and took several victory pictures from several angles. He finished by dragging Alex on top of his younger brother, pressing the sticky juices tightly between their naked bodies. He tied them up together like that and retrieved his clothing.
Chris walked out of the house with his photographs feeling like a new man.
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The 2 Bi-lads continue their exploits and Frank joins in
Over the next few days, Benny and I jerked, grinded, touched and sucked each other every chance we gotâŠuntil Benny got bored with jerking and sucking, and was ready to graduate to the next level !
Matt has just been left with a strange branch of his family. The only thing that keeps Matt going is his attraction to his cousin
PART 3
Levon Cole lit a cigarette and lay back on the table, the young, half-naked boy named Jaime next to him snuggled up close. They were both coming down from the intense sexual experience they had shared in the breakroom of their workplace.
The two interns looked at one another coyly in silence. After a while, Jaime spoke up first.
âSoâŠâ he said, âwhereâd you work before this?â
âI worked at a print shop,â Levon replied as he puffed on a cigarette. He had offered one to Jaime, who had refused.
âWere you fired?â
âAlmost. I quit before my asshole of a boss could cut me off.â
âWhat happened?â
âHe overworked me, didnât pay enough, and worst of all, he tried to fuck me⊠once.â
âReally?â
âYeah. I was working on fixing a copier after hours one day, not being paid overtime, of course. Out of nowhere, the sleaze grabbed my ass and tried shoving a finger up it.â
âDid you tell anyone?â
âNo⊠you see, I hadnât come out yet⊠but my boss had saw me kiss this boy one time⊠If I had told anyone about him pulling that on me, heâd tell my folks that I was gay.â
âSo you quit?â
âNot right away. I took his snide remarks for months. Heâd call me âfaggotâ and âqueer-baitâ⊠so I decided to just get it over with myself and come out to my parents on my own. My dad didnât take it wellâŠâ
âOh⊠I know how that feels. It didnât sit with my dad well either. He almost just up-and-left.â
âWell, mine did⊠but my mom has been really supportive⊠so now itâs just my mom and me but I was still stuck in that hellhole with my boss. So, after a whole year I couldnât take it anymore. I quit.â
âGood for you, Levon.â
âThanksâŠâ Levon looked down at his watch. âShit! Itâs late. I should goâŠâ
âYouâre right. Iâll see you Monday, I guess.â
âYup.â
Levon was unsure what to do next. Should he hug him? Kiss him? Hell, he even felt like fucking him again.
But Jaime was one step ahead of him. He was already redressing and was out the door before Levon could do anything. Levon finished his cigarette and got dressed.
Monday came and Levon went back to work. The weekend was tough, however, as Levon could not keep his mind off of Jaime. Levonâs dreams were filled with the blonde wonder-boy. There was something about Jaimeâs crystal blue eyes that had burned into his mind.
Levon was even distracted at work. His mind was not focused on his tasks, but on that night those two twink bodies had shared in pure lust.
âHey⊠kid⊠you with me?â Jim Scottâs voice broke through Levonâs daydream.
Levon looked up to see Jim standing at the opening of his cubicle. Levon hadnât even remembered Jim had existed⊠not since the night with Jaime. But now Levon remembered all too well that his hunk of a boss existed, standing before him in all of his sexy glory.
âYeah, sorry,â Levon said, âI was thinking about something else.â
âIâm just checking up on you,â Jim said, âeverything coming along smoothly?âSmooth as Jaimeâs body, Levonâs mind told him. âEverythingâs great, Jim.â
âGood, good. Listen, weâre getting a little short on cubicles here. We made some changes, and weâre gonna have you share this cubicle with another intern.
Levonâs heart pounded a little faster. He knew what was coming next. Jim called to someone from across the room, but Levon didnât hear the name over his heartbeat.
âLevon,â Jim said, âthis Jaime Regan.â Surprise surprise, Levon thought as Jaime came from behind Jim with an outstretched hand.
âNice to meet you, Levon,â Jaime said with a wink. They shook hands.
âYou too,â Jaime muttered.
âI think you too will work out great,â Jim said, and with that, he walked away.
Jaime looked down the hall to see that Jim was out of view, and grabbed Levon hard and kissed him passionately.
âNice to meet you, stud,â he whispered seductively. âYou new around here?â
Although Levon had returned the kiss, he suddenly felt angry.
âWatch yourself,â Levon said sternly, âIâm not getting in trouble because of you.â
âOh, no sir,â Jaime replied, a hint of sarcasm laced in his tone.
On their lunch breaks, Levon and Jaime returned to the breakroom, only this time they went with innocent intents. They unpacked their lunches and ate in silence. Another coworker soon entered, and sat down at the table opposite of the two boys.
Jaime leaned over and cupped a hand over Levonâs ear, giggling softly.
âWe fucked on that table,â he snickered in whisper, âand heâs eating on it.â
The coworker looked up from his lunch at the two boys. He gave them a look and went back to his sandwich.
âShut up,â Levon whispered.
âHow hot would it be if we just fucked on that table again, right in front of him?â
âI said shut up.â
Jaime made a pouted face and went back to his food.
As Levon finished his meal, he felt a hand reach under the table and rub at his crotch. He looked over to see Jaime looking the other way, but his arm under the table.
Levon didnât let him stop at first, and Jaimeâs hand felt a stiffening cock under Levonâs pants.
âWell hello there,â Jaime said aloud.
Levon stood up suddenly and walked out of the room. Jaime shrugged and finished his lunch.
An hour later, Levon was in the copy room alone, faxing some documents. He worked in silence until a voice whispered in his ear.
âDidnât you like my little gift at lunch?â
âNo, Jaime, not really. I wasnât in the mood.â
âThatâs not what I felt.â Jaime stood behind Levon and wrapped his arms around the other boyâs broad shoulders.
âNot here, damn it!â Levon snapped. He spun around and looked Jaime in the eye,
âLook,â he said, âwhat we had the other night was a one-time deal. And if we ever do that again, itâs not going to be here, especially during work-hours. Iâm not risking this job.â
âBut itâs so kinky hereâŠâ Jaime pouted.
âI⊠donât care. This job is important to me and Iâm not planning on getting fired for having sex on the copier, or in my cubicle, or in the breakroom, or anywhere else in this office!â
âOoh, I like your thinking,â Jaime said, eyeing the copier next to them.
âStop it! Stop it right now!â Levon almost shouted. He tried to calm himself. âNo more. OK?â
ââŠDonât you like me?â
âI donât know yet.â
ââŠâYetâ,â Jaime repeated. He gave Levon a quick peck on the cheek and left the room.
Levon washed his hands in the bathroom. It all started here, didnât it?
Just then, Jim emerged from one of the stalls, buttoning up his pants and tightening his belt. Levon thought he had caught a glimpse of some of Jimâs pubic hair in the mirror before his boss zipped up.
âHowâs it going, Levon?â Jim asked casually. âEverything going well with you and Jaime?â
âItâs great,â Levon said. âWeâre getting lots of work done.â
âThatâs what I like to hear.â Jim washed his hands and looked at himself in the mirror. He toyed with his thick brown hair a little and adjusted his tie. âHey, I forgot to ask you about something⊠Were you in the breakroom Friday night?â
Levonâs heart stopped.
âUh⊠no⊠why?â
âI came into work Saturday morning, and as I was making myself some coffee in the breakroom, I found that someone had spilled a soda. I guessed it mightâve been you since you were working late.âJaimeâs soda, Levon recalled, it was on the table⊠maybe we had knocked it over when we were⊠yeahâŠ
âWasnât me,â Levon said.
âThatâs alright,â Jim replied, âMustâve been the custodian. Thatâd probably be why the room smelt kinda funny.â
Levon feigned a laugh at Jimâs remark, as a wave of relief came over him after Jim had believed his lie.
At the end of the day, Levon met his mom on her floor and they waited for another elevator.
âGood day?â she asked.
âYup.â
âGood.â
A new elevator arrived, and as the doors slid open, Levon came face to face with Jaime, who couldnât hide a grin.
Levon and his mother entered the elevator and it made its descent to the lobby floor. Jaime looked at Levon, who said nothing.
Suddenly, Staceyâs cell phone went off. She answered it.
As she jabbed on the phone, Levonâs gaze remained at Jaime.
âYou almost got us caught today,â Levon muttered quietly.
âWhatâd I do?â Jaime whispered back.
âThat soda you were drinking the other night? You knocked it over and it spilled all over the place. Jim saw it the next day.â
âI did?â Jaime almost laughed, âI think it was a collaborative effort after your little sideways thrusting maneuver, remember?â
âOh shut up, you left it on the table.â
The door dinged open and the trio emerged. Levonâs mom ended her call.
After exiting through the front door of the lobby, Jaime followed behind as they walked though the parking lot. Jaime got to his car first, and as Levon and his mother kept walking, Jaime called out, âSee you tomorrow, Levon!â
âA friend of yours?â Stacey Cole asked as they got to their car.
âJust another intern I work with, mom.â
âOh, ok⊠He seemed nice. If heâs gay too, you should date him.â
âMom!â Levon exclaimed,
âWhat?â she laughed, âThereâs nothing wrong with a little office-romance.â
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There was a knock at the door…my mother. I didnât realize that she had come home. Iâd been so caught up in my thoughts of Chris and Luke, that everything around me faded and disappeared. But the sound of her voice brought me back to reality. I wished she had just left me alone, so I could be peacefully miserable with my thoughts. âBrandon, are you in here?â
I thought about being quiet, hoping that she would think I was gone and wouldnât bother me. But even still, she wouldâve opened the door and come into my room anyway. There was really no escaping her. âYeah,â I said. âCome in.â
My mother walked in. She stood by the doorway as though she didnât want to come next to me, as though there was something wrong with me. Maybe there was something wrong with me. âYou donât look too good,â she told me.
âI donât feel too good,â I answered.
âWell, I would ask if you want to talk about it, but knowing you, you wouldnât tell me anyway.â
A part of me was offended by her statement. Yet she was right. It was rare for me to ever confide in her about anything. âYou wouldnât understand,â I said.
âI can probably understand more than you think I can,â she responded. My mother took a step toward my bed. My sheets still had Lukeâs strong body scent on it; Iâm surprised she wasnât able to smell it when she first walked in. âTell me something,â she said. âAnything. I want to know whatâs going on with you.â
âDo you really?â I asked cynically. I could tell that she was genuinely trying to make an effort to talk to me, but I felt really awkward, like a stranger was in my room.
âI know whatâs upsetting you,â my mother told me. She sat at the edge of my bed. My heart fluttered. âItâs that boy,â she said.
I wanted to say âWhich one?â I didnât say anything. I stayed quiet and waited for her to continue.
âWhat happened?â She asked.
I stared out my bedroom window, into the darkness. I remembered lying in bed, naked, with Chris by my side under the covers, looking out the window, into nights full of passion and possibility. Yet when I looked out the window now, all I saw was a cold black night, full of disappointment. âWhat do you mean what happened?â
âBetween you and that boy…whatâs his name again?â
âChris. We got into a fight a while ago.â
âOver what?â
âA lot of stupid things,â I said. I tried not to remember all the hurtful things Chris had told me in the park that night when he broke up with me, but I couldnât. His words kept repeating themselves in my mind over and over again. My head pounded.
For a while, my mother was silent, and then she asked, more of a statement than a question, âYou really care about this boy, donât you?â
I stared at the ground. âI donât know how I feel anymore…â
âI think you do,â My mother said, âI just think youâre afraid to admit to yourself how you really feel about him.â
âWhat do you care anyway?â I said, a bit too bitterly. âIt wasnât like you liked him in the first place. I thought you would be glad Iâm not seeing him.â
My mother looked out the window with me. âNot if it means youâre this unhappy,â she said to me. âI can tell that he meant a lot to you. I can tell that he still means a lot to you. Rather you want to admit it or not.â
I really didnât want to talk about Chris, especially with my mother. However I knew that at some point I would have to address it. I couldnât keep it locked up inside my mind forever without sinking more and more into depression. âIt would be easier if I could hate him,â I told her. âI just wish that I hated him. Even better, I wish I didnât feel anything for him.
But I canât hate Chris. The more I try, the harder it gets…I just wish things were simple in my life for once. I donât know why every goddamn thing has to be so fuc–I donât know why everything has to be hard all the time. I donât see why I canât just like someone and he like me, and there would be no problems.â
âBecause then you would be bored,â my mother told me. âEven if you met the most perfect person in the world, who had everything you ever thought you wanted in someone, you would still find something about him that you didnât like.â
When she said that, I immediately thought of Jason Coleman. I thought of how beautiful, intelligent, and how he had such a good personality. He was my ideal and I had the chance to pursue something with him, but I chose Chris over him. I chose someone I was undeniably, uncontrollably attracted to, but had almost none of the personality characteristics I looked for in guys.
And now I was sitting on my sweat-smelling bed, alone, with my mother doing her best to try and console me. I felt so stupid. I felt so alone. I kept wondering if this was really my life, or was it all just a big fuckinâ joke that the universe was playing on me. I was tired of everything and everyone. âI just want things to be simple for once,â I said aloud, not knowing I had done so.
âNothing is easy,â my mother said. âEspecially when it comes to loving someone.â
I winced when she said the word âloveâ. I wished she hadnât said it. I wished I didnât love Chris. I wished we had never done anything to begin with. Because then I wouldnât have to be alone right now, feeling the way I felt.
âWhy donât you try talking to him?â My mother suggested. âWhy donât you call him?
âI called him, but he didnât pick up his phone,â I said. âAnd right now, I donât really care if I talk to him again or not.â
âYes, you do,â my mother said. âYouâre just upset right now. But you wonât be angry with him forever.â
I thought about that word, âforeverâ. That was the word that had broken Chris and I apart. I hated that word more than I hated the word, âloveâ.
âI donât know…â I said. âI really donât wanna think about this any more right now. I think I just rather go to bed now.â
My mother was silent for a few moments and then she stood and walked toward my bedroom door. âGood night,â she said. âI love you.â
I wanted to say it back, but those words didnât feel right coming out of my mouth. âMe too,â I said. She closed the door. Taking off all my clothes, I climbed into the bed and turned off the lamp beside my bed, leaving the room in total darkness. I donât know why I decided to go to bed with no clothes on, because I felt cold and the sheets felt hard and stale. As much as I fought against it, I wanted Chris to be here, right beside me.
We hadnât touched each other in such a long time (or at least if felt like a long time) that I forgot what it felt like to have his body rubbing against mine; I missed how my skin tingled whenever he touched me; I missed his warm breath on the back of my neck; I missed how he used to whisper things into my ear, sending chills down my spine; I missed him fucking me, how it felt to have his big dick inside of me; how Chris would start off slow, and then progressively get faster and harder, ripping me apart; I missed the way he would groan and cry out when he came inside of my ass. I missed the way he would kiss me afterwards.
I missed everything about him, the good parts as well as the bad. I wanted Chris back with me. I wanted him here. But he wasnât here. Wherever he was, whatever he was doing, he wasnât here with me.
* * *
Billy Anderson and Jason Coleman were definitely together. They made it more than obvious. In English class, they sat next to each other, laughing with each other, whispering to each other. As I watched them, I felt a lot of things: On one side I felt glad that Jason had found someone he seemed to be interested in, but at the same time I felt a bit jealous that I wasnât able to have what Billy and Jason had, with Chris. It was the second day in a row that Chris had not shown up for school. Yesterday I figured that he didnât come to school because I thought that he didnât want to see me. Perhaps he hadnât come to school again for the same reason, but maybe not. Maybe it was something different.
Luke sat three seats ahead of me. Occasionally, he turned around to look at me. He didnât smile or give me any bad looks, but it was obvious to me that he was still upset that I hadnât gone as far as he wanted to last night. He was such a beautiful boy and not just his looks. His personality was cool too. And as usual, I had rejected someone who had actual interest in me, over someone who probably didnât give a fuck about me unless he was looking to fuck.
Luke was right in front of me. Chris wasnât. Luke was nice to me. Chris wasnât. Luke seemed like the kind of guy that would be really good to me – I didnât know if I could say the same thing about Chris. Why was I attracted to someone who brought me such misery instead of someone who respected me? Why did I have such a love affair with pain instead of happiness? I looked over at Billy and Jason, and as I watched them smiling and talking to each other, oblivious to everyone elseâs stares or opinions, I felt a little bit of hope that maybe I could have something like that one day. Not a lot of hope – just a little.
After class, I caught up with Luke as he was going to his locker. âHey, Luke. Can I talk to you for a second?â
Luke turned around. He looked at me as though he had completely forgotten who I was. The recognition came slowly. âHey,â he muttered. âWhat do you want?â He didnât say it in a cruel or annoyed way, but I definitely got the impression that I wasnât someone he really wanted to be talking to.
I tried smiling but it didnât work, so I just said, âI just wanted to talk to you…about what happened about last night.â I tried to talk low enough so that the people around us couldnât hear. âAre you still mad at me?â
âI wasnât mad at you at all,â Luke said sternly. He opened his locker and jammed his textbook inside.
My heart skipped. I started to feel a bit of reassurance. âGood, `cause I thought you didnât like me anymore or something.â
Luke glanced at me from the corner of his eye as he shut his locker door and cleared the combination lock. âItâs not like I hate you or somethinâ, Brandon.â
âWhat are you doing after school?â I asked.
âWe got detention, remember?â
âI mean afterwards.â
âI donât know,â Luke said. âHavenât decided yet.â
âDo you wanna do something?â I asked, nervous to hear his response.
Luke looked at me for a few seconds and smiled. He had such an incredibly perfect smile. âNo,â he said.
At first I thought I heard him wrong. I was so expecting him to say yes. âHuh?â
âNo,â he repeated, but this time the smile wasnât there.
âI donât get it,â I told him. âI thought -â
âThat just `cause I like you I would follow you around like a dumb little dog.â Luke shook his head. âI like you, Brandon. But you donât really like me. Well, not enough for me anyway. I donât really see the point of you pretendinâ you like me when you donât. I know who you really like, and itâs not me.â Luke smiled again, not a smile of ridicule, but an actual friendly smile, âIâll see you later, Brandon.â
He walked off. Embarrassed isnât a strong enough word to describe how I felt at that moment. I thought about what he had said, which was basically that I had been using him – which I had been doing. Luke was right in saying that I had taken advantage of his liking me without really liking him in return. I didnât feel embarrassed because Luke had turned me down – because I deserved from the way I had treated him, but because of the way I had treated him, as though he were just someone I could use and throw away when I didnât need him anymore. Slowly I walked off in the other direction.
* * *
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â
I looked up and saw Eve towered over me, smoking a cigarette. She looked gorgeous in a pair of tight, low-cut indigo-colored jeans that made it clear that she wasnât wearing underwear, and a black tube-top that emphasized her lean stomach and nice abs. Eve had better abs than most boys Iâd seen. Of course she was out of dress code, but I donât think any of the faculty had the balls to tell her. She sat down in the grass beside me. She smelled like strawberries. âYou look like youâre fuckinâ favorite puppy died or somethinâ.â
I laughed even though I didnât want to. âIâm okay,â I said.
âDonât give me that fake bullshit. Just tell me whatâs wrong with you.â
âI donât really like talking about my problems to other people,â I told her.
âAnd I donât really like hearing other peopleâs problems,â Eve said. âBut tell me before I put this cigarette in your eye.â
âItâs just been a whole lot of shit going on that Iâve had to deal with.â
âI know it has to deal with that dude youâre messinâ with, Chris Green. You two havenât fucked and made up yet?â
âHe hasnât been to school in the past couple of days. I havenât been able to talk to him.â
âDo you know where he lives?â Eve asked.
âYeah, his friend Billy told me last night. I thought about going over there last night. But it was too late -â
âWhat the fuck do you mean it was too late?â Eve demanded. âIf you really fuckinâ like somebody it doesnât matter what time it is, if it was fuckinâ three oâclock in the morninâ you would go over there.â When Eve said that, I was reminded of when Chris showed up to my house at three oâ clock and took me to the football field to have sex. Of any of the times that we had been together, that would be the night that always remembered and valued over all the others. She was right. The real reason why I had gone over to Chrisâ house wasnât because it was too late, but because I was afraid to see him.
âLetâs go,â Eve said, interrupting my thoughts.
âWhere?â I asked.
âHollywood,â Eve said sarcastically, âwhere the fuck do you think? Chrisâ house. See if the asshole is there.â
âWe canât go there. I have to be in my physics class in like five minutes.â
âFuck class. Youâre tryinâ to fix a broken relationship. Who gives a fuck about physics?â
âWhy do you care so much?â I questioned.
âI donât,â Eve said. âJust gives me a reason not to be here.â
I smiled again. âWhat if heâs not there?â
âWhat if he is?â
âWhat if he doesnât wanna see me?â
âWhat if he does? Stop tryinâ to find fuckinâ excuses not to do the damn thing and just do it.â Eve stood and brushed grass off her ass. âGet up and letâs go.â
I wanted to say, âNo, I canât.â But I figured Eve would come up with a clever response to refute why there was no real reason why I couldnât go to Chrisâ house. A part of me was still scared to see Chris, but at the same time I still wanted to see him. I stood up slowly and began to follow Eve to her fire-colored car. âI canâ believe Iâm doinâ this shit.â I opened the car door and climbed inside. I had never skipped a class in all twelve years I had been in school. But it was an important reason to skip.
Eve turned on the ignition, and I nearly jolted out of my seat when the radio blared to life, pumping loud-ass music that I knew would be able to be heard throughout the whole campus. Eve swerved out of the student parking lot and out the gates. I made sure I put on my seat belt. I turned down the volume a little.
âWhere does he live?â Eve asked.
âMosswood Avenue,â I told her. Eve accelerated the speed, paying no attention to the frequent speed bumps. I hit my head on the ceiling of the car a few times. Eve just laughed. After she stopped laughing, she asked, âWhat are you gonna say to him?â
I hadnât thought about that at all. âI donât know.â
âWell, you only got fifteen minutes to figure out.â
âI donât even know if I really want to see him right now.â
âToo late now,â Eve said. âBesides, you gotta face him at some point anyway. You can try and pretend like it doesnât bother you, but eventually it eats away at your ass like fuckinâ emotional termites until you feel like youâre fuckinâ goinâ to fall apart. Believe me, I know.â
* * *
We arrived at Chrisâ house exactly fifteen minutes later as Eve said he would. His house was a lot smaller than mine, and a lot more run-down looking. But just every house on Chrisâ block looked rundown, as though monsters lived inside of those houses instead of people. Even though it was daylight and nobody was around, I still felt a bit scared about getting out of the car.
âGo ahead,â Eve said.
I wanted to ask, âCanât you come with me,â but that wouldâve sounded stupid. I just looked at the house for a long time. I didnât see Chrisâ truck parked in the driveway or parked along the street. For some reason I didnât take that as a major sign that he wasnât home. Cautiously, I got out of the door and walked up to Chrisâ porch. I could hear my heart beating. Once I got to his door, I thought about turning around and heading right back toward Eveâs car. But I didnât. I rang the bell and tried to look casual.
A minute passed and Chris didnât come to the door. I figured that maybe he was sleep and hadnât heard me ringing the doorbell, so I rang it again. Again, I waited – patiently. He still didnât come to the door. He wasnât home. His truck wasnât anywhere to be seen and nobody came to the door. Chris wasnât there. I had missed class to come see him and he wasnât even home. Behind me, I heard Eve honk her horn and yell out the window, âIs he there?â
Disappointed, I turned around to go back to the car – when the door opened. I was a little startled because I wasnât expecting anyone to answer. The man who answered the door wasnât Chris, but looked a lot like him if Chris were about twenty-five years older. The man looked cold and emotionless, as though he had lost his soul years ago.
He mustâve been good-looking when he was younger, like Chris was now, but there was so much anger and pain etched into his face that it was difficult to see the parts of the man that were once attractive. It was obvious to me that I was looking at Chrisâ father. He stared at me with such hateful eyes, as though I had personally done something horrible to him. I wish I had gone back to Eveâs car sooner, because now I felt frozen. I couldnât move.
âWho are you?â Chrisâ father demanded.
I could barely talk. â…I know Chris. Heâs a friend…I know Chris…â
The hatred in the manâs eyes intensified when I said Chrisâ name.
âIs he home?â I asked, more than a bit frightened to hear his response.
Mr. Green just stared at me with his penetrating dark eyes. I looked at him and hoped that Chris wouldnât look like his father when he got to be his age. I hoped Chris didnât look so perpetually enraged and hollow. âNo,â Mr. Green said sharply. âHeâs not here.â He was about to slam the door in my face, but I stopped him by asking:
âDo you know where he went?â
âNo, I donât know where he went,â Mr. Green said just as sternly. I was expecting him to finish the sentence with âAnd I donât give a fuck either.â
I took a step back. âWell, if he comes back, can you tell him that Brandon came by?â
Mr. Green looked at me as if I were the stupidest person that ever existed. âThat boy wonât be cominâ back here. Not to my house.â He said it so emphatically and with so much spirit, that there was no doubt that he was absolutely serious. âIf you got anything to say to him, I suggest you find him wherever he might be.â Mr. Green slammed the door shut, leaving me out on the porch, intimidated and bewildered. I stood there on the porch for about another minute before I turned and went back to the car.
âWho was that man?â Eve asked as I closed the car door.
âHis father.â
âWhat did he say?â
I didnât say anything. The only thing I could think was: No wonder why Chris is the way he is.
To be continued…
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