Bending Straight Lines

Bending Straight Lines By Bain Taylor Copyright 2013

*All disclaimers posted in chapter 1 apply to the entire story.

**Thanks for reading! Sorry for the long delay, I was a real slow-poke with this one.

I should note that my original plan was to just do three chapters. But a few really cool readers suggested that I go one or two longer. So I listened :) Anyway, I sorta had to do a 'fast forward' in this one, because I wanted to bring the boys up to the big track show-down without making Bending Straight Lines a super long snore, lol. I'll fill in some of the missing time though. The other thing is that the sex in this one is VERY graphic. I need to work on toning that stuff down I think. Ugh.

Thanks for putting up with me. Cheers, bain.

Chapter 4

I don't think I've ever gone running into the night, with nothing but the moonlight to show me the way. As I bound forward, I found myself having to pay constant attention to where my feet were landing; it was dark enough so that it would have been easy to take a nasty fall, and one misplaced foot into a pot-hole, or a half-blind trip over a fallen tree branch and it would have been lights out.

There was an eerie gentle breeze brushing across my skin, and it felt like the chill from a deep cavern, moaning its cold breath up through the earth to summon the fading dusk. And at times, when the moon became blocked by a passing cloud, my route would darken enough so that I'd have to nearly crawl to a jog until the blackout ended. I wasn't exactly sure why I'd come looking for John - it was pure instinct - and I had no idea what to say even if I did get lucky enough to find him. But I ignored my thoughts and the strange supernatural cries of the forest, and I forced images of ravaged bears and stalking mountain lions from my mind, and just kept going.

A few miles into my search, I spotted him, and he was settled up on a huge granite boulder flinging little pieces of whatever his fingers could find in the moonlight, off into the shadows. The cast from the moon was hitting his red hair at the perfect angle, and he would have been impossible to miss with a glow like that.

The Rock he was sitting on was the size of a small cabin, and there was no way to climb up there from the road, so I had to walk around, where I found that there were a few crevises that made semi-decent foot-holds for the climb up. Though I did nearly lose my traction at one point near the top, and came close to slipping all the way back down.

He had seen me as I'd approached, so it's not like I was sneaking up on him or anything, but it was a strange feeling, not knowing what to expect after his show of emotions to Ryan.

I shuffled over next to him and sat without saying a single word. I know that when something is bothering me, the last thing I want to do is to talk with someone. So I just sat there like a mute for a good ten minutes, looking out at the dimly lit trees as they swayed with the breeze.

And then in a really quiet voice he says, "I take it that the zit kid told you what I said."

I dug my heel down on the rock and pushed off some loose granite.

"Um, I'm not sure if he told me everything - just that you didn't like him thinkin' he could go kissin' around on me any old time."

He sighed.

"Yeah, I surprised myself when all that came out. It was just me being defensive, because it's like me and you are hittin' it off pretty good and I don't want some punk freak fucking it up, you know? So don't go reading anything else into it that's not there."

I guess I couldn't blame him, I'd've denied it all too. And no way he'd admit he had tears in his eyes when he'd run off. No way.

"Nah, I wouldn't. The whole fake kiss thing was a stupid idea. I wish I could take it all back."

"Dude, no worries. I know it was for a good cause, and shit, I mean if James got a little reality punched into his messed up head it's gonna all go down good."

He ran his fingers through his hair - as he thought.

"So Ryan gave you the ugly on how I did it?" I asked, knowing he knew.

"Yep. Voodoo, he called it. It was the Disney version, but I caught the concept."

"Yeah, well I took things kinda far. Doin' that to a dude's rubber is pretty low - like, I sorta regret it already. I mean, if she got pregnant that could totally alter his life and her's - forever. I could have found some other way. But me? Noooo. I just happily poked holes the thing like I was doing embroidery."

He did this sort of chuckled laugh through his freckled nose.

"Hmm, well, if I'd been a better sport about it, we could've finished the job..."

"Finished?" I asked.

"Yeah, you know, scared that freakish party crowd away in a way they'd never want to come back." He said.

I grinned at the thought of it.

"Hmm," I started, "I'm glad you didn't. One Mission Impossible episode was enough for me. By the way, did you know that if you're really good at stealing things from people's duffle bags, you can munch out at the same time as part of your cover? I inherited the thief gene from my grandpa, you know."

Of course it was more of a private joke to myself, and he looked at me like I had lost him.

So we sat up there talking like that for a long time - like a couple of hours I think. I didn't really care about the time since I didn't have to worry about getting home at some crazy hour and waking up grandma. I Just liked getting to know him better. A lot of people think that when guys have a mysterious side to them that it makes them sexier. But not with John. The better I got to know him, the more I knew he was the one for me. He gets hotter everytime I'm with him. And you know what? So what if he's a whack-job. I like him that way. Of course maybe I'm losing it, but it's not like certain thoughts hadn't occured to me. I mean, he'll never like me back. But I guess that's the world I've chosen for myself. And I guess I just don't care.

We ended up taking the run further up the road, near the place where we'd made the turn to the water tower structure. But that trail would have been too dark to navigate, so we stuck to the wider logging road.

Eventually we wound up back at the barn. By then, the bonfire was just a bunch of smoldering embers, and everyone had gone home except for a few guys that John had said usually stay over and go directly from there to their schools, the same as I was planning on doing the next morning.

When we got inside the barn it was pretty dark. The only light was coming from the TV, which was on with the sound turned off. And you could see silhouettes of guys crashed out on the ground with whatever blankets or spare sleeping bags that Troy must have had laying around.

My sleeping bag was a casualty, but John's bed was spared from being over-taken by someone else, so me and him changed out of our clothes and he unfolded the futon quietly. It looked like everyone was asleep by then, and I'd guess that there were six or seven guys on the floor, scattered around in random sleep arrangements. I couldn't tell who was in Troy's or James' beds, but there were bodies under the covers that I assumed were theirs. I was glad that James was asleep. He was the last person I wanted to see. It wouldn't have been a good time to deal with guilt.

Since John had gone all the way down to the bare butt buff to sleep, I decided not to be a shy geek, and I did the same. It's not like I hadn't been around him that way, afterall, so hey; when in Rome.

We were both still pretty hot and sweaty from our run, but taking a shower just seemed like too much work for that hour of the night. So I just got under the single cover and laid on my side facing away from him. I guess it was a stratigic move, since just the quick look I'd gotten of his naked body flickering in the lights of the TV had me sporting wood. Sometimes I wonder why I even try. I mean, I'm not such a bad person, right? Why do I have to get so worked up every time some incredible looking dude is within 100 yards of me?

Why?

I think that if Darwin were still alive, he'd want to interview me to see if I fit in with his theories on mutations. We'd probably even get to be good friends. He could write a sequel book about my freakish erections, and give it a catchy title, like, 'The Origin of Tepees' and release it during the Indian Summer. I'd be totally famous, and I could go on all the talk shows with a 'tent' in my pants as a way to promote the book and demonstrate my particular mutation.

Ok, maybe not.

So anyway, like, ten minutes goes by and I can't sleep, and I'm figuring John is out like a light.

Wrong.

All of a sudden I hear him whisper:

"Dude, if you keep that tight little bubble puff pointed at me much longer, my dick is going to play your butt cheeks like a violin."

Great, he was being an alpha male. I'd read all about them, and you can never be too careful.

"Um, it gets even worse on the other side of me." I whispered back. And that was probably the wrong thing to say to a dare devil.

He moved his hand away from my shoulder.

And then I felt this movement on the bed, and there was this noise that I couldn't make out. Then the hand came back to my shoulder again, and he scrunches up to me. And it's there - his huge hard dick - all slippery with something on it, and it's wedged between my butt cheeks.

My heart and my cock were both caught off guard, and they fluttered at something they'd never felt before.

His chin came to my shoulder, and I could feel him breathing on the back of my neck.

Ok, so I was wrong, I LOVE alpha males. I take everything back.

"A violin. Like this," he explains, as he slips his hand down around my hard-on, and starts to stroke on it, "and this," he adds, as he starts sliding his swollen hardness all the way up, and all the way back.

"Oh my God," I muffle into my pillow.

I was paralyzed instantly; unable to think. My only existance suddenly became his hand and my hardness. Everything else faded away.

His strong hand tightened on my hard-on, and it surged againt his powerful grip. Minutes began to tick like a time bomb: The rhythm of his imitated thrusts behind me; his hot breaths at my neck; the stroking between my legs; the feeling of someone else controlling me; it wasn't possible to feel like that. It was overwhelmingly awesome.

"People will hear us." I barely managed to utter.

"Good." He says in a low-voiced whisper.

"People will SEE us." I say.

"Let them."

And his hand was relentless, and I wanted to say stop.

"Dude..." I pleaded...

"Tell me to stop, and I will." He pants.

And I can't say stop. I try, but no words come out. I swear it.

His cock head, slippery and angry with lust, was pushing against a new place now, and it felt like his whole arm trying to enter me. His hand released my throbbing dick and moved to my waist, pulling, as his hardness pushed. And it happened. His entire mushroom head was inside of me. Inside of me!!

"Fuck." He hissed; shocked by the tightness he'd found.

He waited. Another minute ticks off.

And then I felt another inch disappear into me, and I strained to turn, just enough to see the desperate look on his face, fighting to hold back, yet fighting to go deeper. I looked straight ahead again, panting at the new sensations.

"I think... I want you... on... all... fours" He says, stumbling through breaths.

It wasn't a question; but more like an instruction. A sexy, hot instruction. And with my body ready to expload in a brand new level of ecstacy, I let myself become the object of his exhibition - his addiction - his passion of the dare. . Now, anyone who may have been awake would know what we were doing - there would be no hiding. I'd be completely exposed to the church boys. I pulled away; over to my stomach, and from that position up to all fours; the bed cover had slipped half-way off of me. The TV light was now flickering on the front half of my naked body, and my fingers grabbed tightly at the edge of the bed.

He moved to his knees behind me, pulling the cover the rest of the way off of me, and then he placed both hands on my narrow waist. Before I could protest, and now in a sudden wave of exposed panic, he was inside of me again. This time deeper, and he was more urgent; caring less, and his giant cock was slipping ever deeper until finally, there was nothing touching the smooth nakedness of my butt, other than his hot lust-filled balls.

He leans forward, all the way to my ear, and in a primitive, gutteral rasp, says:

"I'm gonna shoot so much cum up this tight ass that it's gonna permanenty fuck up your DNA."

My cock expanded, like it wanted to bust free of its own skin. My heart went balistic.

I felt torn apart, and pain conflicted with insane pleasure as his fist found my cock again, and started stroking it. And then... on a cloud of lust, I felt my virginity evaporate into thin air the very instant he started to thrust.

They were long, slow movements, all the way out, and then all the way back in.

Another minute ticked off. And he started doing it harder and faster.

"Oh FUCK!" escapes from his mouth, and it was loud - loud enough for everyone in the barn to hear - loud enough to awaken even the soundest of sleepers.

My panic worsened, and my euphoria surged to a new level along with it.

"Oh my GOD!" I heard myself gasp.

A light switched on from somewhere over on the sawdust floor, and the beam hit our heaving bodies. There was silence from the shadows. The beam was from a flashlight, and we were suddenly illuminated. I felt John lean back up, and now he was a smoldering piston, fucking me for every tempted eye in the room to watch. Now he had an audience. Now he was on fire.

"Dude... Oh MAN!" He moaned.

There was movement from James' bed. And Troy's covers rustled.

He was plowing into me so hard, that my arms were inching forward, ever closer to the edge of the bed.

"Devon....!!" He moans.

His huge cock plunges deep, and he holds it there, freezing time for an instant. His time. Knowing they were watching. He was memorizing his fear - feeling it overtake his body. Not wanting it to leave.

My hair is hanging in front of my eyes with sweat dripping, and he starts plowing me again, and this time it's still faster, and it felt like I'd burst into flames, not caring who saw me burn. It no longer mattered. Nothing mattered.

In the darkness, a shawdow of someone is sitting up, watching. And then another one. They are talking. Mumbled words.

"Dude, I'm gonna CUM!" John gasps through a loud throaty rasp.

I no longer feel any pain at all, and he starts shooting off inside of me - hard - and he's grunting like an animal now, and I swear to god I feel the blasts as he begins to shoot everything out of himself, and into me.

Sometime during his fury he'd released my throbbing cock, and it was hanging freely below me; close to shooting off as it bounced in the steam from our rocking bodies.

And I start to shoot. And my jaw drops as I pant for air. And then another shot blasts the bed.

The only sound I can make is:

"uh....uh....uh....uh....uh," with each of his powerful thrusts. And I feel my butt cheeks clamp around his cock so tightly that nothing could escape the trap.

Nothing.

The bed feels like a trampoline under my knees, and more seconds tick off as I contiune to shoot the biggest load of my life. The bomb exploaded; my mind with it.

And finally: The slowing of our pounding hearts, and it was over. And there was nothing but heavy breathing.

And I didn't care who saw me. I didn't.

It seemed like the next few months flew by so fast after that day - the day me and John became something more than friends. And since then, the friendship had only gotten more intense, more daring, and more erotic. It was crazy, and life was pretty amazing. So what, if he had no idea that he was almost like my boyfriend? And so what, if we'd never kissed once over the course of those months? And so what, if he didn't love me? I liked him more than anyone I'd ever liked, and I didn't care about any of that other lousy stuff.

And so there I was, with track season winding down, and the State Sectionals just around the corner. And I was a mess. But I had somehow-sorta managed to partially block John from my constant thoughts, and settle back down into a somewhat normal routine, despite myself. I still loved to run, but most things had changed about me. I'm still not sure if that's good or bad.

I guess I could lie and say that going to my classes after all of that had been same ol' same ol', but the truth is that people knew who I was now. Word travels fast at Grant, and if you are seen as popular or as a high and mighty jock, you are a celebrity, which sucks, by the way.

Anyway, today is a Friday, and I'm ready for a weekend away from the head games of school. After track practice I met up in the locker room with Troy, as usual. He's one of those guys that likes to stay naked as long as possible so people can see how hot he is, and that's how he was just then - semi-wet, and naked. But even when he's not naked, he eats things like apples at lunch, so he gets lots of chances to flex every time he brings it up to his mouth to take a bite. Not that I'm complaining, but it can be very distracting - nakedness and muscles. And as I stood there gawking like a starved baby egret, I was seriously wishing he'd invite me to the equipment shack again. John would understand, right?

But he didn't ask me, and seeing him all hot looking like that was good enough, so there'd be no complaints from me.

"Have you heard from James lately? I haven't seen him today." I said, as I moved my eyes from his body to his eyes.

"I talked to him this morning. Saw him in trig. Not much has changed with him. You know how he's been lately. I mean he's still not his same old freaky self after all that went down with the busted rubber thing."

"Yeah, I've noticed." I said.

"Yep, so he's got this giant hole in his life now. I guess after the girl's daddie found all that shit out, it didn't matter that his baby girl wasn't preggers. And getting booted from the church like that isn't something he's gonna get over anytime soon. So we just need to take it easy on the dude for like, ever I guess."

None of that was anything I didn't already know. And I really didn't need to be reminded of it.

"I wonder if he'll be hangin' at the barn this weekend?" I asked.

"Yeah, he said he'd be there. But don't expect any parties. I do sort of miss that he's retiring from all of that whacked stuff though. It's both good and bad, you know?"

"What's the bad part?

"Dude, it was always a guaranteed lay for me. Now I have to work for it."

"Yeah, right. Bullshit. You know you got the goods, and all you gotta do is throw a few crumbs and cheerleaders appear like frickin' holograms out of nowhere. There's a mirror on your locker door right behind you, take a look and you'll know what I'm talkin' about."

He smiled. He loves compliments, and sometimes they even get him hard, so what can I say?

"Anyway, you probably don't know this, but apparently he has a new girl he likes. I mean, as in likes a lot."

"Do I know her?" I asked.

"I doubt it, she's sorta quiet - like the chick in the Hunger Games. And he knows she could snap him like a twing if he gets too close to her arrow pouch. But I mean, at least it's a distraction, and he's a little less fucked up. So keep your fingers crossed, and maybe he'll make a come-back from his sorry-ass depressed self. He's starting to bring me down with him."

About then, John comes up behind Troy, and puts his forearm on his shoulder and leans against Troy's unmoveable hard body. He's wearing a towel, and he'd done a crappy job drying off.

"We still goin' with the plan for after school?" He asks me.

"I'm up," I said, "my grandma gave me the nod again. She's a liberal you know."

John smiled and shook his head at how lucky I was to have so few limits placed on me.

"Plan?" Troy asked.

"Yep, me and Wonder Boy are gonna camp out at 'Oh Fuck Tower' for a night or two," John said casually, and as if it were the most normal thing in the world to do.

I'd never heard him call the water tower that before.

"Got it," Troy says, "sounds like a nice honeymoon.".

"Kiss my ass." John said.

Troy blew off the insult. He didn't know it, but he had a 'semi' from my earlier compliment. The two of them standing together like that was having an affect on me. So I just took deep breaths.

"So I'm not sure if we got enough food up there stashed," he said, "but there's everything else you'd need. If you wanna stop by and raid my mom's kitchen, she'd go ape. She loves to help us 'boys' you know."

"We're all over that." John says back.

"Um, can I ask a question?" I ask, "but did I miss something? I mean, that's the name of the water tower? 'Oh Fuck Tower'? Like, it's a sorta cool name, but does it mean something?"

The two look at each other and laugh - and I mean a gut-busting laugh.

So Troy says, "'Oh Fuck' are the only two words Johnny boy had time to yell the very first time we climbed up to the top - the day I shoved him over the edge of the platform. Those two words echoed the forest, as me and James watched his sorry ass flail at gravity, and plummet to the water. Until then, we didn't even know how deep it was."

John shook his head.

"I've got both of them back for it, at least 10 times over." he said, as if he had to lick the wound, "but the name 'Oh Fuck Tower' stuck."

I tried to imagine John flailing, saying those words as he fell helplessly into the unknown, like a dude without a parachute. I wish I could have seen it.

"So dudes," Troy says, changing the subject back to James, "we need to get James back in the program if we're gonna bring it on for the Sectionals next week. It's like he doesn't even want to try when he's in a race these days. I don't think his new girl will be enough to get him stoked up."

"So we need to do something sorta fast." John added.

I nodded in agreement.

"Well," I suggested, "he likes to control things. I was thinking we could get him to take charge of finances for the frat house remodel stuff. Like maybe organizing a car wash, or doing a sponsored mountain race or something. You know, to bring in money. He'd get off on that I think."

"Dude, that's fucking brilliant." Troy said.

"Aw man, I knew you were good for something." John says to me.

"Fuck off." I replied with a grin, as I shoved his slippery arm.

So that's how the conversation went, and maybe the James plan would work, and maybe it wouldn't. But it was worth a try. I had a few ideas on how we could make it all seem like his idea, and not ours. I know that's sneaky, but apparently I'm a condom thief and a sex junky, so I guess sneaky comes natually to me.

Sigh.

Anyway, I'd skipped the showers, and none of the other guys on the team said a word about it. Troy had mentioned that he might miss meeting up with us at the barn, 'cause he'd found some deal on used weight lifting equipment he wanted to pick up for the frat pad. He said that he'd call ahead and let his step mom know we'd be raiding the kitchen for our getaway to the woods. And he'd asked if he and James, and some dude he knows from the basketball team could come up and say hey after we'd settle down at the tower. Of course all of that was cool with me and John, although the idea of us being alone the whole time would have been equally cool.

After that I'd gotten my pack and followed John over to his locker, and we talked as he got dressed. My plan was to skip going home to the trailer altogether, and instead go directly to the barn with John for an early start on the weekend.

As we made our way to John's car, I couldn't stop thinking about 'Oh Fuck Tower', I mean, maybe it should be named that for other reasons.

It's normal of me to think that, right?

When we got to the frat barn, we were the first ones there. But supposedly James was going to be coming along at any time. Really, the only thing we had to do before heading out, was to make a quick stop at the main house, so that's where we headed right off the bat.

It was a pretty short walk over there, and within a few minutes we were on the front porch looking at the massive double doors. I was the one that spotted the doorbell button hidden in a giant ivy covered pillar, which was actually nowhere near the door itself. So I gave it a push, and waited. I'd felt good about my discovery, 'cause I hate to knock, you know.

Anyway, we hear the sound of clicking heels, and she opens the door all wide-eyed, like we were trick or treaters or something.

"Well if it isn't one and a half of my six favorite quarters. I's expectin' ya'll. Just follow me this way to the kitchen." She said.

We'd walked through the living area first, and I didn't get to see much of the place, but I did notice that it was sorta homey, with a strange mixture of wild west and Southern charm. That made me think that Mr. Steinmuller was a Union man, and that she was the rebel.

I felt a little awkward, standing there in the enormous kitchen, wondering what to do. I mean, were we supposed to just have at it, and raid the cupboards and the refrigerator? But Troy's mom answered that for me, 'cause it looked like she'd taken the liberty of deciding for us what we'd be bringing. And she was just finishing up putting the final touches on what she'd packed for us.

That's when she made direct eye contact with me. Which was sort of unusual for her. Her eyes penetrated me somehow.

"I must confess to ya'll here on the spot. Troy let the dirty soap slip and told me ya'll got yer birthday suit on inside-out. Not that it's any of my pay-no-never-mind, but I couldn't have seen it comin' if it were a truck fulla lie feathers. And I'd never dream of callin' the queen's choir queer."

Unfortunately I knew what that meant. And before I had a chance to say anything, John spoke up.

"It's not like that Mrs. Steinmuller. Devon's just in an awkward teenage stage that we all go through, and me and the boys like him fine the way he is."

I wasn't expecting to hear such an admission from John, and I was practically knocked to the floor by it.

Troy's mom cleared her throat, and directed her sweet southern homophobe daggers at me to go in for the kill.

"I have me a little ol' cousin who did herself a half-baked back-stroke down the wrong river of passion once way back wheyin. Yet she was able to make it to shore safely however, and ya'll can just imagine the devil's mad for it. But it was a stuggle for her - bein' hetero after that, and the evil never quite left her completely."

I took a deep breath.

"Is she happy now that she's almost better?" I asked, not knowing what else to say.

"As a clam in alfredo sauce darlin', and she's practically pure as driven snow these days. But her swimin' career's a relic of the past, and any wayward lust lunges are done dried up due to advanced age, bless her heart."

"Well then there's hope for me Mrs. Steinmuller, I appreciate your kind thoughts. I'm sure I'll wash ashore one day." I forced myself to say.

She handed us each a medium sized bag of whatever kind of food she'd put together for us.

I was horrified. I'd never directly been called an evil queer before. And what was even more disturbing was that she'd said it in such an effortless and polite way. And she wasn't finished.

"Ya'll can see I'm easier to talk to than alphabet soup, so tug my ear lobes and loosen yer mind-load any 'ol time, I'm a good list'ner, and I've made even the stubbornest stains shine up like a brand new penny." She added, as she gave the dagger a final twist.

"I'll do that Ma'am." I said, "and thank you for the trail food. You're the best." I choked out.

She batted her enormous eye lashes, and wiggled her fingers at us as we turned and made our way to the door.

I was wrong about liking her. But I'd never say that to Troy.

When we got outside, and when we were halfway between the main house and the frat barn, I lost it. I mean, I just hung my head down in battered shame, and sobbed my eyes out. I've never cried that hard.

The woman had torn my heart out. She exposed me as the freak I am, and she threw in my face how everyone must secretly feel about me. Those who know. I'd never be myself again - not ever.

John stopped my slow trek forward by grabbing my arm.

"Dude, listen to me. Turn off the faucet, Ok? There's gonna be people like that all over your ass for the rest of your life and you gotta shrug that shit off. Are you hearin' me?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

He keeps going.

"Don't even make me say this... but you're the best thing I've got goin' right now. And I don't do 'sap' very well, so you forget this right after I say it. But I fuckin' need you. So suck it up and be strong and dry up the tears. I want you to show me that you got enough balls to deal with shit like that, and I need you to prove I made the right choice when I decided I want to... be with you."

I nodded, and I smiled through my tears.

"Look at me." He said.

I looked up.

"So lose the tears. I'll be right back."

I nodded again. And he took the bag of food from my hand, along with his, and headed back to the the main house.

I saw him knock on the door. And I saw it open. And I saw him set the food bags inside. And words were spoken between him and Mrs. Steinmuller. I'll probably never know what those words were, but he came back empty handed. And it occurred to me - just then - that I loved him.

Weird, right?

I hope you liked chapter 4!

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Cheers, bain