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"AGaiNSt thE GRoiN" 01
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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Growing up together, who could guess, two boys, living next door to each other, could have so much in common.
Early on in their teen years, it was like the switch was flicked and on came the lightbulb in their heads. They admitted to each other, how strange it was, turning heads away from girls, but loving how guys looked.
Whether it were Scott or Tom, neither could decide `who' instigated the first kiss.
One Saturday afternoon, at Tom's house, putting together a plastic model, they studied the instructions, debating if there was a manufacturer defect or the worded paper was incorrect.
Tom, 12-years old at the time, insisted the instructions went one way.
Scott, 11, more the bossy type when feeling right about something, grabs the instructions away, "Lemme see!"
Realizing at an early age he could be full of the devil, Tom smiles, thinking how something so small could be so funny, grabs the paper back, "Say, please!"
Unknown to either, the why' of it, staring into each others' eyes often provoked both into a ruff'n'tumble match. Tom's toothy smile was saying it in feeling, come and get me!'
Beginning of the age of computers, Tom had accidentally happened onto a man's website, showing him lying on the floor, naked, with another dude, kissing. At first shocking, which caused Tom to raise his eyebrows, it also coincided with the first time Tom thought of it as something serious, instead of the ridiculous, `two dudes kissing!'
Unlike the short movie clip, those two naked men were lying on top of each other on the sofa. Tom and Scott sat on the floor.
Perhaps Tom hadn't any intention on recreating the scene, but things just fell into place and he couldn't help himself.
Scott grabbing the paper, Tom falling back against the carpet, Scott tumbling on top of him, "Who-o-o-o-oa, Scott!"
Scott, straddling Tom's hips, suddenly sits up, with much more surprise on his face.
Wiping his lips with the back of his hand, Scott exclaims, "What the hell was that, Tom?!"
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Tom's father had his own drying cleaning business, with three stores in the chain. Mrs. Collins, the financial brains behind the businesses, was the bookkeeper. Their hard labor kept both at the business, with little family time at home.
Tom had figured out, the reason he was there at all, was a pawn in the chess game of life, to shower gifts on, a substitute for parents being able to afford to buy things for their son, which they never were fortunate enough to own when they were growing up.
Contrary to Tom's situation, Mrs. Suarez was the business owner. Starting out as a bookseller for someone else, she soon gathered the knowledge and expertise, opening her own Christian bookstore. Scott's father was a plumber, who was employed by his' father. However, Scott wondered why his dad wasn't around much. It wasn't until a few years later he would understand what parents being separated meant, finally leading to the D-word'. Not a total surprise, Scott knew some of his school chums were in the same dingy. He could give out advice to buds, if their parents were separated, 9 out of 10 times, leading to divorce. Only thing he left out, Scott never expected it to happen to him!
Regardless of the circumstances of the parents, the fact they were scarce, when needed the most, it worked out for both, Tom and Scott, having each other!
Neither friend had an idea there could be more to a deep friendship than just kissing.
As years progressed, even though they participated in different activities, Scott into the track scene, Tom more the swimmer type, when day was done, they always hung out together.
Five years after that first kiss, they deemed themselves pro status at how to kiss, the before and after.
Growing up, the two lived on easy street.' Not totally showered with everything they wanted, they lived a comfortable life. When it came to clothes, activities requiring the big bucks, like a hiking adventure to the Rockies, or Tom's swim team's trip to watch the Canadian Olympics, they were never questioned about where the financial backers were coming from. Money was just there', to be spent.
Neither could see around the corner, the nasty blow, when life is going good, a wrench thrown under the hood. What is a smooth and running engine, suddenly stops turning over.
Scott remembers it well, about to head out to a track event, stopped by his mother, literally, a hand to his chest.
"I know your after school activities are important to you, Scotty, but you see...and I know this is God's will," she was adamant in her beliefs, "but your father has fallen on rough times. I'm sorry, Scotty, but you're going to need to go out and find a job."
"What?" Scott reacts, like he didn't understand what was being thrown at him. "What about your store? I thought you were doing good?"
"The Lord giveth and takes away."
He knew there was a bookstore at the mall.
"Before I head out to the store, why don't we pray about it?"
Suddenly, it's like a person who loses their faith over a period of time, it all coming at once for Scott, "No!" he flicks his mother's hand off of his, "I'm not babbling out a bunch of mumble-jumble stuff to an entity...we don't even know he exists!"
"Thou shall not take thy Lord's name in vain!"
Suddenly, Scott's mom loses all control, slapping Scott hard, across the face, which makes him unsteady on his feet, falling slightly to the side. With the weight of his backpack over the right shoulder, his knee gives out. Landing on his ass, one hand behind, the other caressing a cheek, he looks up, "Sure, no problem, mother," he returns with sarcastic attitude, getting up, "whatever you say. Uh, like is that the Lord speaking through you again?"
It seemed like her revolver had emptied the last bullet, his mother standing there, saying nothing.
When Scott and Tom reached their senior year in high school, they had made some plans. Scott draws off those plans.
Though, not meant as a get-even tactic, "By the way, after graduation, Tom and I are going away."
Again, maybe it was `her' Lord speaking, or Scott's mom suddenly afraid of being alone, "You and Tom? Going away? Where would you go, Scotty?" she laughs as if a funny joke.
Scott smirked, thinking of himself as still her good, little Christian boy, "Maybe the Rockies, or even Canada. Wherever the road takes us. I got an idea. Why don't you get on your knees and ask your God about it! Comprendo?"
Scott slammed the door behind him, before he was sure another slap up aside the head would follow.
Torn between her strong faith and what looked as if the devil had taken over Scott's life, Mrs. Juarez did just that, falling to her knees, clasping hands and raising them up, along with her words.
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Waiting in his car, Tom knew something was up, "Good morning to you too, Scott," he puts the car in gear.
"Sorry," Scott brushes his attitude away. Then it comes back in his head, "I'm just tired of putting up with her `Lord's way' shit. God is gonna do this, God is gonna do that...a guy can only take so much of God, you know?"
Tom took it in stride, whatever Scott fed to him in the past, regarding religion, but he had to stand up for Mrs. Juarez, at least once to patch the relationship, "I dunno, Scott, the Man came in kind of handy when you lost your footing on that ledge?"
"That was different," Scott could recall the incident as clear as if it happened an hour ago.
"How so?" Tom, the peacemaker tried mending things, even though he was only semi-religious, more a guy who thought the Big Bang set everything into revolution and then some woman named `Mother Nature' kept all in balance.
"It's complicated."
"Oh."
Okay, so Tom knew this a dead end, not worth the effort in pursuing, when his best bud used that phrase.
"I need a favor, sort of."
In Tom's vocabulary, according to how their friendship went, there was a difference between I need a favor' and I need a favor, sort of', "I hope it's not going to cost me much?"
"Hey, right now you're sitting on more money than me, bro, like how much money you got saved up?"
Defined, Tom knew this was the `sort of' type of favor, "What did you do?"
Slouching in his seat, Scott's silence prevailed.
"Are you going to tell me, or do I have to pull the car over and we'll both be late for class?!"
"Well," Scott takes baby steps, "do you remember we talked about going away, just you and me, setting up house someplace temporary for the summer?"
"I remember," Tom knew there was more to follow, not wanting to get locked out, on the `complicated' bit.
"I told mom you and me were going away."
God made Tom pull the car over!
"You what? When? Like, when are we supposedly running away?" Tom was all over Scott, without touching him.
"You gotta understand, she hit me!" Scott backtracks.
"So?" Tom pictures this compact, 5'4 woman, "You can't take it like a man?"
"No, bro," Scott gets dramatic, placing a hand on Tom's forearm, "you don't get it...she hit me hard, bro. It's like, my cheek is still swollen, see?"
Trying to be serious, even though this wasn't one of those special times when Tom stare into Scott's beautiful green eyes, studied the gingery tint to his dark brown hair, he could not keep on topic, "Well, you at least have your mother's Irish heritage to thank, for these beautiful, crystal green eyes and..."
"Want to dummy up, bro? This isn't a get-hard session, you know?" Scott falls back, belt tightening automatically, leashing his butt to the seat.
So, it did throw Tom into a temporary tailspin, "Sorry about that. Okay, well the first thing," he turns on the ignition, "is getting through this school day."
"Yeah, great, but I'm skipping out of track."
Taking the upper hand, which sometimes they did for each other in moments of stress, Tom dictates, "You're `not' skipping out on track. Remember, you've got the team to disappoint, you know?"
A whim, Scott didn't really believe himself, that he would miss an important track event, let alone get the coach mad at him. Outweighing it, "Yeah, bad enough I got one Holy-roller pissed off at me!"
"Stop thinking about it," Tom puts the car in park, after pulling into a slot.
"I'm trying," Scott doesn't make a move, except to stare out the windshield.
"Fix your tie or...do I have to do it for you?"
Force behind flicking Tom's hand off his tie was a different emotion than ticked off at his mom, but there was reason also, "Hey, man, you trying to get us killed?"
The vehicle was at stopped, but it's not like someone wasn't watching.
"It's not like, there's not others like us, Scott?"
They've been over this, both agreeing sometimes it was better to keep secrets secret, "College," Scott exhales, "I can't wait to get there so we can be ourselves."
That teed off feeling began to subside, Scott `feeling like' getting out of the car before their dillydallying around made them late.
Scott did press the issue, "So, what about it...up for a road trip this summer?"
"Fix your tie!"
Even though Scott had had the confrontation with his mother this morning, it was Tom who tried setting his world right. Making it through the last few weeks of high school, graduation, possible road trip all seemed to fall on Tom's shoulders...
"Oh wait," Scott turns around abruptly in the doorway, placing a hand on Tom's chest, "there's something I forgot to tell ya."
Tom couldn't help, but look down a little, his tie pinned to his shirt by his bud's hand. He pulls his navy neck tie free, "Great, but can I loosen the noose first?"
Dropping his hand, Scott froze in the doorway, like a framed portrait, "If we're late, it's your fault, bro?"
"You gonna keep me in suspense all day?"
"We can't go on a road trip. Mom says I gotta get a job."
For the walk up the second flight of the Catholic school, closest thing to religion Scott's mom could find, Scott and Tom tossed questions and answers back and forth, regarding the job.
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Homeroom was held for attendance, 15 minutes of students chatting about what happened since yesterday.
"Later," Scott says, dropping Tom off at his homeroom.
"Yeah," Tom was bound to give the morning some cheer, "keep a stiff upper dick...I mean lip!"
"Will you watch that?!" Scott looks around.
Being late had it's value, the hallway like a morgue, dead except for the two friends whom walked it.
"Later," Tom's hand is left waving.
"Oh shit, Dooz!" Scott suddenly stops short at the intersection of hallways.
With quick reflex, the custodian pulls his wheeled refuse container out of the way, "Sorry `bout that, kid!"
Narrowly keeping it from broadsiding Scott's crotch and the rest of the hardware, it tips over, unleashed from Pete's hand.
Some people could do just about anything and get away with it.
Everyone he knew, called the strapping, heavyset custodian, Dooz', except the principal, the nun', as she was unaffectionately called, naming him, Mr. Dudzic!
Scott and Tom had heard stories about `the nun', thinking the best idea was to stay out of the principal's way.
Over the four years, Scott himself has heard some of these rumors fly, but also about Pete Dudzic, which he believed some, others not simply caring. Taking the custodian for how he could be, was more important than some nasty rumors. If it were true, `Dooz' being a one-time alcoholic, for certain Scott didn't think it were true now.
However, kneeling down, placing his backpack on the floor, helping Dooz' pick up the trash, Scott could swear he smelt beer or wine on the custodian's breath. Probably it's what kept Scott on his knees too long, before he realized there was this black skirt' next to him.
Looking up, at Dooz, Scott says, "I have a weird feeling about this..."
"Mr. Juarez, do you realize you are 2 minutes late to homeroom?"
After this morning, Scott really didn't give a fuck. Turning around, sitting casually on his ass, he says, "When are you going to get outta that penguin outfit and get a real job, sis?"
For a person who rarely shows emotion, something revolting made her eyes go white around the edges. Scott knew he hit a nerve, which made him somewhat pleased.
Not meaning to, Scott laughs, calls out, turning his head around, "I told her, huh Dooz?"
Then Scott looks around to the right, his left, "Dammit all! Dooz done up and left me...coward!"
Gone also was the rolling garbage receptacle, which he heard down at the gloomy end of the hall, where the burnt out light fixture hadn't been replaced yet.
`The nun' stood there, probably counting up how many Hail Mary's Scott would need chant, to clear the slate.
"Follow me, Mr. Suarez."
By this time, Scott was really into himself, or rather in a fit of defiance, "Fuck you, sis! I ain't goin' nowhere!"
Well, Scott thought that to be the case, until 2 security guards headed his way, "Oh shit!"
It made him move real quick!
Grabbing up the strap of his book bag, he took to running down the hallway in the opposite direction, darkness. If he kept on straight, he'd wind up on Dooz' turf. To the right, the other stairwell would take him up.
Sometimes a private school didn't get all the funding they needed, reason Scott was praising Dooz right now, for not changing the florescent ceiling lights. He could be heard and not seen, which fell right into place with his instant plan. Slamming the door to the stairwell, he headed into the custodian's territory.
Waiting, clammy with worry, Scott's back was glued to the wall. Soon, anxiety fled, hearing the door to the next floor slam shut.
Then, was scared shit, hearing, "Evading the police, Scott?"
"Oh shit, Dooz, you scared the hell outta me!"
"Too bad `the nun' doesn't see it that way. Would've saved you from 200 Hail Mary's!"
"At least," Scott says, taking up what seemed like a natural path, following Dooz back to wherever it took them.
"You'll be safe here until the end of the day."
"You think `the nun' will be mad at me for that long?"
"Only time will tell."
Walking through two doors, Dooz closes the second one, saying, "Not many have been back here. For one, I'm sure `the nun' doesn't know this room even exists."
Chortling, Scott says, "Afraid you might jump her?"
In all four years of high school, Scott's never heard this rumor about Dooz, "I'm more likely to jump `you'?"
"Get outta town!" Scott stands from just sitting down. "You, Dooz? You're gay, too?"
Scott didn't realize it, but Dooz did, "Oh? How long have you kept that secret, Scott?"
"What secret?"
"Well, if I'm not mistaken," he opens a short fridge, pulls out 2 water bottles, "implicating yourself, when answering a question with a question, about being gay?"
Rather than thinking the reality of the situation, coming out to Dooz, Scott says, "Yeah...well...I guess it's not a secret anymore. You won't say anything to anyone?"
"Of course," Dooz hands Scott a bottle, then knocks his against the other, "cheers!"
Screwing the top off, sipping, Scott says, "It's cold."
Not which it could give him some jollies, Dooz stirs up the pot, "So, when did you first know?"
"Uh, when I took a sip?"
It made Dooz smile, chuckle, "That's okay, if you're not comfortable talking about your first day experience. How about I go first?"
That worked, Scott laying back against the old sofa, probably found on a curb, "Really? Are you sure?"
"Of course. I'm okay with `who' I am!"
"Which means," Scott swallowed, inhaled, "I'm not?"
"I don't know. Are you?"
"I guess. I mean, if people did know I was gay...well, it doesn't matter. We graduate in two months. If guys know we are gay, it's not going to bother us."
"We? Us?" Dooz senses, "I take it you're not talking about you and me?"
"Uh," Scott looked towards the ceiling for recall, "no, um, not exactly. It's complicated."
Dooz, in self-retirement, years ago being a psychology professor. For his own reasons, a spectator at a Catholic high school for boys, gives him enough field experience, "Is Tom your boyfriend?"
"Tom?" Scott is taken aback. Nervous, biting a lip, "Tom who?"
"The Tom' who is your taxi service, the Tom' you drop off at homeroom? The `Tom'..."
"Okay, okay, I catch your drift, but I'm not supposed to say," Scott suddenly feels on the defensive.
"Doesn't matter," is not what Scott thought he was going to hear.
"Really?"
Then, when they hear voice in the outer hallway, "To be continued...you wanna hop over the back of the sofa?"
"You're going to hide me?"
"What are gay friends for!"
While hiding back there, before Dooz had gone away, he feels something drop on his back. Already pinned to the floor, Scott doesn't dare move, leaving his laptop and all at his back.
He didn't hear much, only Dooz saying, "Haven't seen him!"
Mumbling something about owing Dooz, Scott cups a hand over his own mouth.
Hearing the door close, Dooz, copying the good witch, sings to the munchkin behind the sofa, "Come out, could out from wherever you are..."
"Did they ask if I was here?"
"Not really, which means I didn't have to do any Hail Mary's for lying," Dooz smiles. Then, before Scott can process, "They searched the building, figuring you left."
"Thanks for covering for me."
"Well," Dooz stands there, "I guess you owe me one, huh?"
Scott gulped. At 18-years old, he might be a little stoopid about how the gay world revolves, but a favor for a favor, "Um, like, you want me to..."
Walking over to a cluttered desk, Dooz says, "Been working on this boat model, from parts collected around the school. Was wondering how good you are at working with models, without directions?"
On the inside, Scott was sighing a long exhale, thinking thoughts of what happened in porn stories he's read on the internet. He's glad Dooz chose another direction.
When got Scott situated, interested in patching the hole in the hull, Dooz let on, "Well, some of us need to work, but don't you worry. If you hear anything, just duck behind the sofa."
"Thanks Dooz. I really do owe you one, but..."
"Yeah, right," Dooz cuts Scott off, "I'll put it on your account!"
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As he put a piece of wood on the inside of the hull, gluing it, Scott's mind wandered.
They had watched the `suits' porn video at Tom's house. For sure, it made Scott smile, thinking if they ever got caught by his mom, he was certainly going to hell!
Deeper in thought, it got Scott thinking...something throbbing...
Tom, the more aggressive, was always the one pulling his shirt off overhead. By the time Scott strips his shirt, Tom's fingers are working away at the belt line.
Scott remembers well, the first time Tom fixed the laptop on his desk, lifting the lid, screen lighting up.
"Whoa-a-a!" Scott suddenly gets excited.
Having casually hopped onto Tom's bed, he had lay there, turning a soccer ball round and round, watching the stripes turn into blurs.
Now, with something new to focus his attention, "Is he for real?"
Tom shook his head and thinking about everything else gay which has come between them through the years, "You're joking, right?"
This was the difference, Scott being brought up by a parent too concerned with how her son viewed the world. For Scott, family night' would entail sitting down and watching the newest Christian video which came on the market. One film, about the Rapture, Scott though cool, a teen his age looking very fox!' Regardless, Scott became his mother's `marketing' expert, whether to stock up on a teen Christian video, or not.
Instead of what Scott was viewing now, Paul Wagner on a black leather sofa, naked the length, legs splayed, and Dirk Caber coming up the `valley of thighs'. Ready to give Paul his licks and a blowjob neither would ever forget.
To the contrary, on Scott's laptop, he viewed a cute golden retriever puppy, one which he wished he had owned.
Instead of answering Scott's stoopid question, Tom removes his last article of clothing and mocks, "Nah, that's a picture. This here, is the real thing," Tom displays his half-hard shaft on the palm of his hand."
Not a total dummy, Scott rebukes, "No, dah, but I was thinking..."
Scott was thinking, as it had become obvious for the two, Tom more the pampering half of the duo, "I know what you're thinking, bro, but you're like so damn slow all the time?"
Of course Scott was more the reluctant one at removing every article of clothing, Tom so fast at it, it's like he practiced stripping down, redressing, stripping, till he got it like, his sexy-best!
"Where'd they go?" Scott says, Paul and Dirk getting covered up by the movie credits!
Having frozen in place, Scott was on edge, two hands clinging to a zipper, which wasn't moving.
Even Tom's plunging into the bed didn't keep Scott from watching the screen, "You're in my way, moron!"
Tom loved it, when Scott suddenly took up with `the attitude,' "Oh yeah, get rough on me, bro!"
"That's nice," Scott, for the second time ignored Tom.
Tom chortled, the 3 `suits' on screen, male secretary, male business associate and the boss, cutting Scott's attention away.
"Oh my god, he's so adorable!"
"Yeah," Tom had to agree, "that's that sexy Landon Conrad."
"Hot," Scott says, watching Landon unbutton.
Laying by Scott's side, Tom says, "And I'm not?"
He wasn't watching Tom, so when he pats him, saying, "You are too," his hand fell slightly short of Tom's thigh.
"That'll get me up and running!"
Scott bopped the tip of Tom's cock!
Being it was real and not flesh and hair on screen, Scott turns to Tom, "Oh, did I do that?"
Funny, Tom flails both hands out to his side, "Well, it wasn't me, bro!"
Then, the screen wasn't so important. Well, not right now, with 3 guys, still in their clothes, even though Landon, the boss, started to work on his associate's tie, Tom says, "This is was one of the first `suits' movies he starred in."
It's not the first time Scott has viewed, touched Tom down there, which Tom making comment on the movie, "Really? He's so...hairy!"
It made Scott giggle, perhaps a little nervous, watching his first porn movie, as opposed to pics of naked men.
"Yeah, but you don't see Gage much anymore."
"Cage?"
Tom corrects, "G, dummy...Gugh..Gage..."
While setting Scott straight, Tom notices, "Damn, are you ever going to get outta those jeans?"
He doesn't wait for Scott to undress, Tom pushing himself up, turning around, straddling his friend.
"I can't see," Tom blocking his view.
"Yeah, well if you don't shed the threads, I won't know if you're liking the vid, bro!"
"What does that mean?" Scott places a hand in between Tom's arm and bod, giving a gentle push, lurching his head to the right.
"Think about it," Tom's in a forgiving mood, "if I can't see your shaft, bro, I won't know if you like the flick!"
Scott was too involved in the `flick', watching the secretary, Levi Karter, get stripped by Gage. Landon, he's already stripped down, quicker than a banana peel.
Figuring in the chain of command, Scott jumps the gun, "Betcha the secretary..."
"That's Levi Karter. Hot, huh?"
"Very. Bet Levi's going to have his mouth stuffed. Man, can you picture all of Cage's..."
"Gage!"
"Whateva, all of that pubic hair cutting off Levi's breathing?"
"Uh," Tom stutters, "I don't think his hairy pubes is gonna do the trick. More like those big balls smothering his nostrils!"
The euphoria of the whole scenario, lighthearted joking, giggling, it started to make them both tipsy, without a drop of whiskey.
When the camera changes angle, Scott can't believe it. The cam moves so the viewer can see Levi's mouth coming close to Gage's pubes, or rather his hefty balls.
"Whoa-a-a, you're so right, bro," it makes Scott launch into a sit up.
"Yeah," Tom knew, "it's not like I've never seen Gage's hardware!"
Laughing out loud, it provoked Tom, "This isn't the first time you've seen this movie?"
Instead of telling Scott, this not the first porn video he's seen, Tom hints, "You think this is the only porn video I've seen with Gage in it?"
Gulping down spit, "There's more?"
Reigniting the flame between the two of them, Tom says, "Sure. Got dozens of movies just like this," though since he's seen this one more than a half dozen times, providing some hefty jerkoffs, "keep watching."
Nasty little comment, Scott says, "At least it's more exciting than you and me!"
They could mock each other out with no repercussions, though Tom thought Scott hadda lotta-nerve, "Hmm!"
"Oh wow! I thought for sure..."
"Yeah, love that, don't you?" Tom says, of the tables suddenly turning, Gage going to Levi's big club, instead of Levi nosing up to Gage's big balls.
"You should know," Scott says sarcastically, though more interested in watching Levi, legs apart, Gage in an instant opening his mouth, going down on the pole.
"Keep your eye on Landon!"
While Scott kept an eye, Tom, who knows the whole suits movie almost frame by frame, eyes up Scott.
So engrossed in watching Landon leave his post, against the wall, like he was holding it up while keeping himself hard, walk over to where his secretary and business associate are getting it on, "I wonder what he's gonna do?"
Tom knew what he was gonna do, after lifting Scott's briefs over his hefty erection!
"Oh shit!" Scott threw a hand over his own mouth.
Slowly peeling Scott's pants off his legs, mountain of briefs waiting to be stripped down, Tom says, "I've seen worse!"
There was more to that, but Scott didn't show interest in knowing about what Tom knew, "I wonder if it stopped at Gage's tonsils?"
Tom could picture this scene a million times and never get tired of it. Though, with his mind on unveiling Scott's tented briefs, he recycled it through his mind, Gage's bobbing head.
"I can't believe Landon did that," Scott meant Landon walking across the room, taking his empty hand and pushing with force on Gage's head.
Like the domino effect, Gage's face gets pushed into Levi's pubes.
As result, Levi bucks his hips.
Landon, stroking, grabs Gage by the scalp, pulls him off Levi. Throwing one leg over the sofa, he kneels on one knee. His other leg stands straight on the floor. Straddling Levi and facing Gage, Landon barks out an order, "Get on me, bitch!"
Scott thinks, "It must've been in the script."
"What must've?" Tom, having reached a snag in the undressing, uncovers Scott's sneakers, pulling at the laces, glancing over.
"Well, right as Landon grabs Gage's head, by the scalp, like I don't know how Gage can take it..."
"Huh?"
Scott knew he was confusing his bud, "Forget Gage's hair. I meant his mouth. Like, as Landon forces it over his cock, it looks like Gage already knew it was going to happen, because his mouth was wide open?"
"When you're a glorified cocksucker, it's all in the reflexes. It's like your mouth has a brain of it's own!"
Now this piqued Scott's interest, "Really, Tom? Like you're such an authority on cocksucking now?"
At 17-years old, Tom has had some cool adventures, "
"Uh, yeah," Tom is reluctant to speak out, "I meant to tell ya about that."
Then, suddenly, one of the most exciting parts of the movie, other than the climatic finish, Landon pulling Gage off, back `on', but two cocks instead of one, Landon lies back. Kissing fervently, Levi's hands are all over Landon's ginger-soft, furry bod, reeking havoc with Landon's perky nubs.
Ignoring what could make Scott's balls pulse, "Tell me about what?"
`Damn it!' Tom thought, all ready to get with the cocksucking, like Gage going down on Levi and Landon's melded cocks, ready to go down on Scott...
"Well?"
At the beginning of their after school time together, Scott looked to Tom for what was about to happen on screen.
Now, he was more looking down on Tom, "You can turn it off now."
`Oh shit,' Tom thought, thinking Scott wanted the movie off right in a key spot, where normally guys would have hands on their shafts, working to blow their loads.
Turning off the movie, there was Paul and Dirk, stuck still in time, a frozen blowjob in progress.
Even though perturbed, Scott thought the hairy figures deserved one more look!
On edge, for two dudes who have shared everything since as long as they could remember, Tom sat there on knees, right at the bottoms of his friend's feet, "I'm not sure where to start?"
Rather, maybe Tom thought, if he stalled long enough, they could just get on with doing each other...
"How about at the beginning?" Scott now lay there, arms folded across middle, staring down the alley of Tom's hairy-glazed chest and stripe.
"You?" Tom nervously laughs.
"I know I was the first guy you sucked off. What I want to know, is what I don't know?"
Tom was over a barrel. Exhaling, he was ready to spill his guts, "Okay. I guess I'll start at the beginning."
Showing he wasn't really mad at Tom, "A good place to start," he smiles.
It did take the edge off, yet Tom really wasn't concerned any of his extracurricular time away from Scott was going to affect their bro'ship.
Knowing this, "Other than us, the first time I sucked another guy's cock is when I spent a Saturday at the cleaners, when my dad had to leave the store for an hour."
"When was that?"
"Uh," Tom stalls, "when he opened the third location."
Jumping to conclusions, Scott says, "Last year?"
Tom mulled about, "Uh, yeah, I guess it could have been."
Scott, impatient, asks, "Other than me, how many guys have you sucked off?"
Presently in such a brash manner, it made Tom blush, "Uh, I'm not sure."
"Come," Scott pats the empty spot next to him, "let's watch the rest of the movie."
This was a revolting development, Tom thinking he was ready to get his ass reamed out, "You're not mad at me?"
Adult attitude, Scott replies, "We're friends. Not lovers. Right?"
"Right," Tom says, though an ounce of suspicion, like was Scott's fist going to come down, clubbing his balls.
Then, like nothing was said to deviate from watching Gage's mouth overflow with cum, the two friends, giving each a handjob, agreeing to experiment, closing eyes, picturing Gage getting stroked by two hands.
After Tom and Scott exploded, hands slimed up, Scott looks up to Tom, "Can two hands really get a guy's cock off?"
By habit, as it goes, Tom winds up taking the burden, white lava over the front of his bod, "If it's big enough!"
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Reality coming back into focus, Scott realizes he hasn't done much to remedy the hole in the boat bottom. Looking up for a clock on the wall, there wasn't one. Another wall told him the same. None of the walls had the usual big-dial clock. One did turn up something weird for a custodian's headquarters, a floor to almost ceiling bookcase, taller than the school library.
Getting up, walking over to it, the closer Scott got, the more he could pick out the titles. First thing to discover, many of the spines on the books told him they were old. Standing right in front, strangely, the last 3 or 4 books on each of the 6 shelves were of a psychological nature. Scott read a few of the spines, his finger traveling from top to bottom, instead of left to right. Rapidly he was losing interest.
Squatting at the last shelf, to read off some of the book bindings, Scott discovers something, "That's weird."
Strange that such wide book shelving did not stand flush on the floor, "Like, how can that be?" it made Scott test the space between one of the legs and the floor.
Even though seriously engaged in wonder, it made Scott smile when he tried poking his index finger underneath one of the legs. The day Tom wondered how it would feel to have, if not his friend's cock up his ass, at least a finger would show him how it could feel.
Although, trying to slide a finger under a shelf was far more easy than the unknown, poking a finger into Tom's asshole!
Then Scott's smile grew wider, thinking of using the same trick. What both buds found out, Scott's finger could slip in easier if it had some kind of lubrication.
"Nah," Scott gave up the idea of finding some oil, in order to slip his finger under the shelf leg. He deemed it unimportant, comparing it to two guys, on the edge, waiting for the inevitable, fickly finger of fate!
Giving up on comparisons, Scott looks around to one side, then the other. Confirming his findings, none of the legs stood on the floor. From deduction, he thought, "If it's not standing on the floor," it had to be attached in some way to the wall.
Studying the outer edge of the bookshelf, he realizes it is fastened in some way to, not the wall, but a piece of wood attached to the wall.
First idea to come to mind, reason must be that it can't be attached to concrete or cement blocks. Next, the wooden backing had to be attached to the wall, "How'd they do that?"
Then Scott lost interest, like it really wasn't that important to know, which made him smile again. Thinking of a finger up Tom's ass, "Now `that' was important to know!"
He laughs at himself.
Gazing randomly at the titles, he saw a hardcover title of a paperback he was reading, `The Night Listener'. He found the Maupin title at a book fair, surprised there could be a gay-related book feature. With his finger on the top of the spine, ready to pull the hardcover from the shelf, Scott reflects on the reason for interest. Just maybe it could fill him with insight as to the distance between him and his own father.
Pulling it from the shelf, he sat on the sofa. Before he dove into it, feeling thirsty, he helped himself to a water from the fridge. After taking a few sips, Scott was ready to dive into the big hardcover book, different only because the paperback version on his summer reading list seemed puny in his hands.
He doesn't remember when, could have been 2 pages or 2 chapters into the book, he felt sleepy. Not sure of his fate, what would happen when he left the custodian's chambers, he decided a nap could do him some good, so he chilled out right there on the sofa.
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Waking up, Scott roared like a lion!
"About time you decided to wake up, bro."
Having had his arms stretched out overhead, Scott's shirt hiked up in proportion. When he stood, facing Tom, sitting at the hobby desk, he had to tuck it in. It's then he realizes, `The Night Listener' on the sofa, open, waiting for him to come back to it.
"What are you doing..." Scott notices the rectangular windows near the ceiling, blotting out the sun with the dark of night, "...here?"
Standing, turning around, Tom says, "In case you haven't noticed, it's nighttime?"
Scott had noticed, but even more so, walks over to his bud and with his pointer finger, points out, "What's this?"
Gliding his finger up the hairy stripe of Tom's bod, "Oh now, don't get me started?" he giggles.
"Kind of casual for school?"
True, if school were in session, a student could receive detention for walking around with their shirt untucked. For Tom, it would be worse, `the nun' or a teacher catching a student with their shirt unbuttoned, exposing chest, stomach, any morsels of teen hair.
"If school `were' in session!"
"What time is it?"
Tom, who had put the finishing touches on the hull of the boat, "Almost bedtime, but if it's your mom you're worried about, I got you covered bro."
Since he could joke about gay stuff, unlike a few years ago, Scott says, "You didn't tell her we were both busy in bed, by chance?"
Setting the boat down, Tom walks over to Scott, sexily saying, "I should have!"
"I hope you didn't..."
"Chill, bro. Like I said, I've got you covered. Told your mom we had a project due this week and needed some serious work on it."
"Okay," Scott accepted the excuse, knowing, "at least you're telling the truth somewhat."
"Uh, by the way, you didn't happen to work on it some?"
Placing a confident hand on Tom's shoulder, Scott says, "Like, I've done `all' of the work on it?"
"Oh. I guess you're waiting for me to contribute?"
Ever since the beginning of high school, every time there was a team project, Scott and Tom were the players. It could be tennis, an informal swim at the school pool, or researching a science or english project, the pair were on it, volunteering to match themselves up, before getting chosen by someone else.
They were that close, sharing everything, including getting naked together.
When Scott asked Tom one day, opinion on why he thought they fit so perfect together, the logic was, "Uh, because like, you're a top and I'm a bottom?"
"Is that your answer for everything?"
It was, for Tom, when they lounged on his bed. Always Tom's house for sexy stuff, they just couldn't chance Scott's mom coming home and finding them `being gay!'
Like, as if they were in bed, only standing, Tom moves closer to Scott, fiddles with his tie, "Of course," Tom gives reason.
Not only audibly spoken in words, Tom presses in until their chests are no longer a hollow cavity.
Feeling kind of horny after his deep sleep, Scott goes with the flow. Hand, which was on Tom's shoulder, skis down his back, lips meeting.
"We shouldn't be doing this here, in school," Scott says, but doesn't do anything about Tom unbuckling his belt!
Tom rationalizes, "School's out. Remember?"
Even though Scott's shirt was still buttoned up tight, he could feel Tom's lips travel downwards. Always the same, "I don't know how you do that. I would be dry in the mouth."
By the time Tom is on his knees, his hands have done the job of removing Scott's belt, unbuttoned the pants, upzipped.
Scott could never understand, if a dude wanted another guy's cock so bad, why he had to suck in a ballsac, when it was still encased in briefs.
`Self-deprivation' is how Tom explained it, saying it put a delayed response in how the juices flow.
Contrary to this, Scott had grabbed Tom's bushy hair, made him look up into his eyes, "Yeah, right, imbecile, like don't you notice where the tip of my cock is, it's leaked through?"
"Oops!" Scott replies. "I better take care of that!"
All Scott could do is roll his eyes. Though, he couldn't deny, feeling Tom strip his briefs down his legs, make him step out of him and caring more about his tighty-whities, than making his shaft hard, "Never fails!"
"What?" Scott looks innocently up at his bud, the briefs stretched between two hands.
"You. You're more concerned with getting every last microgram of cum, more than what you can get out of the spigot!"
Sometimes, when the two buds had a friendly argument over this topic, Tom would shoo Scott's hand away, taking care of the situation.
That included now, visibly making a statement, Tom tossing Scott's briefs across the room, saying, "Now that you mention it!"
With a smile on his face, Tom lifts the tail of Scott's shirt out of the way, planting himself in the mossy pubes.
"Having fun boys?"
"Oh shit, Dooz! Don't you know how to knock or something?" Scott scolds him, placing both hands over himself, scooping up his junk.
Laughing, the jovial character he was, Dooz replies, "When you two start paying rental space, then I'll think about it... but don't stop on my account!"
Old news by now, Tom, still on his knees, says, "Oh, by the way bro, thanks for keeping our little secret!"
Tom really wasn't angry, but Scott felt like he should stand up for himself, "I didn't say anything. Dooz here, he guessed it all!"
"Your boyfriend's right," Dooz explains, opening the fridge, "I..."
It's then Dooz realizes a bottle is missing.
Frozen in place, Scott asks, "Uh, something wrong, Dooz?"
"One of the bottles of water...it's gone!"
"No problem, Dooz. I can reimburse you..." Reaching for his wallet, to make the payment, Scott slaps his ass cheek. Then addressing Tom, "My wallet, big mouth!"
For Tom, his bud's comment had double meaning. Though he would have liked it to have been putting his lips around the soft 9-inches hanging between his boyfriend's thighs, "I know being gay was supposed to a secret. I..."
Handing Scott his wallet, "Yeah, well it's water on the bridge now." Then, turning to Dooz, whom is bent over, counting bottles, "Here's a buck. I hope it covers it."
Tom jokes about the butt sticking out of the fridge, "While you've got your pants down, you might as well go for it!"
Scott turns back to Tom, "Ewe! Tell me you're joking?"
Dooz, who finishes his tally, turns around to the two, "One of the bottles is missing."
"I know," Scott replies. "Here's a buck," he forces it into the custodian's hand.
It was on the tip of his tongue, Dooz wondering if he could trust the two. Yet, in a strange way, at the beginning of the day, it's the impression he got right away with Scott, leaving him alone in the back room all day.
"Well, are you going to take it, Dooz, before my hand falls off?"
"Keep it," Dooz says, the 35-year old slamming the fridge shut.
Of course, faced with Scott's `all together', staring at him, Dooz couldn't help his eyes from wandering, though tries through his words to keep off topic, "Have a seat. We need to talk."
Tom, who could easily double as a comedian, jokes, "Would it be okay if Scott sat on my face?"
Some churning started in his pants minutes ago, upon seeing Tom on his knees, ready to eat Scott up, but now a new sensation got him going. However, before explaining his way out of the bulge in his pants, "Just sit?"
By this time, Scott had suited up, even though he could not find which direction Tom had catapulted his briefs!
Sitting, it's Scott who questions, "Well, what's up, Dooz?"
Upon plopping his ass down in the sofa, Scott knew he was sitting on something, pulling the object from a crevice in the cushions, "Oh, the empty," he says of the half-crushed water receptacle.
"Oh," Dooz says, reaching for it, which is part of the reason for the discussion, "the missing water bottle."
"I told you I'd pay for it, but you didn't..."
"I know," Dooz tosses the empty, like it was going through a basketball hoop, perfect shot to the recycle bin.
"Two points!" Tom calls out.
Turning back to the boys on the sofa and with Scott's loins covered up, it's then Dooz notices the wrinkles of Tom's stomach. He then gets a thirst to explore the rest of the bare areas of Tom's bod.
But first things first, "What is said in this room, stays in this room, if you catch my drift?"
All for anything, Tom says cheerfully, "You're secrets are safe with us!"
Not so comfortable as Tom, Scott says, "I'm not agreeing to anything, without knowing what I'm getting myself into!"
Defining his statement, Scott folds arms across the middle, like protecting himself.
Slapping his hand against his bro's arm, Tom says, "Lighten up, bro."
When Dooz met Tom in the hallway, after finding out where his last class would be, he first told Tom about Scott's morning woes, the running up against `the nun'.
Tom wondered if Scott was still alive!
Dooz getting serious, told Tom he was hiding Scott out in the back, back room of the custodian's office.
Tom thought it an awfully nice thing for Dooz to do, which is why, when they got within 10 feet of the office, Tom didn't mind it that Dooz put a brotherly arm over his shoulder.
That conversation they had on the way over is why Tom is acting so relaxed, confidant, "When do you get to the part when the three of us strip down and get it on?"
Acting like an interrogator, Scott goes after the facts, "Did you happen to tell Tom about, uh, what we talked about?"
Rather than Dooz explaining what he promised to keep secret, Tom pipes up, "Like, what's the big deal, bro? I'm gay, you're gay and Dooz is gay. Can't we just act like one, big, happy family?"
Dooz thinks it's hilarious, Scott asking, "Are you talking with your balls or your brain, bro?"
"Um?" Tom rolls his eyes up to the top of his lids, like looking at his brain, "Both?"
Laughing, Scott's death stare made Dooz dummy up, wipe the humor off his face, "Look, to cut through all the red tape, I'm not out to get into either of your pants, if you catch my drift?"
Someone catching his drift, was his favorite phrase, which catching his drift, Tom says, "I'm so disappointed!"
Now, instead of Scott's arms folded across the underside of the pecs, Tom takes on the pose.
"He's such a baby. What were you going to tell us, Dooz?"
Looking to Scott, Dooz says, "You, Scott, I know I can trust, but this guy?" he switches over to Tom.
Based on some of the kinky things Tom has conned his bud into doing, Scott says in a joking manner, "Oh, don't worry about Tom here...there's some stuff we can do to him if he talks!"
Now that got Dooz going, big time, "Really?"
If Scott's eyes were on Dooz and not looking for Tom's reaction, he might have picked up on his custodian-friend sitting up more alert, a look of thirst and wanting, "No..."
Tom cuts Scott off, "Why not? I think it could be cool."
Suddenly, whereas Tom was the underdog, Dooz shows real interest, "It might be at that!"
Forgetting about the conversation earlier, Scott springs himself up, out of the cushy sofa, "Well, I've got to be going. Mom's gonna wonder where..."
"I told you bro, I covered for you. You're staying at my place tonight?"
"Oh," he freezes in a semi-squat, "right. I forgot," he plunges into the sofa.
While half out of the sofa, Dooz did do a spot-check, to see if Scott still had his bulge. A little, he thought!
Putting all else aside, like homework, the term paper, Tom says, "Well, we going to do something?"
It's then they hear 2 knocks, short silence, then 1 more rap on the door.
"Oh shit!" Dooz jumps. "I forgot!"
Apparently he had, Scott and Tom, with looks of question on their faces.
"Forgot what?" Scott asks.
He hadn't even explained and here was part of that explanation knocking at his door, Dooz saying as he walks to the door after another round of the secret code, "You've got to swear, what you see here..."
"We've got you covered, Dooz," Tom assures.
Not so sure, but knowing Dooz took a big chance, sequestering him away for the day, Scott goes along, "Right," seconding it.
Dooz, still unsure, having never told any student at the school, about what goes on after hours, puts his hand on the door knob, but stands there, pondering.
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Copyright 2015 T. Chase McPhee
"AGaiNSt thE GRoiN" and developing segments of this story, may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.