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Chapter 3 -
"So this is my room," I said as I led Colt to my bedroom.
"Wow," he replied. "It's nice."
Nice? Such a fake statement. My bedroom is nothing special, just a medium-sized space that lacks any real personal touch. I only have a few of my own drawings scattered here and there, but that's it.
The walls are painted in a plain, off-white color, giving the room a somewhat bland and impersonal feel. In the corner of the room, there's a simple double bed with plain white sheets.
Opposite the bed, there's a cluttered desk where I do most of my studying and drawing. My drawing materials are neatly organized in small containers, though the chaos of the desk often overpowers any attempt at order.
Overall, my room is a reflection of myself - unassuming, practical, and devoid of any frills or extravagance. It's not the most exciting or stylish space, but it serves its purpose as a place to sleep, study, and create.
"I'm going to study at my desk," I told him. "You can set up on my bed, I guess."
"Cool," he said. "What are you studying?"
"Physics. I have a big test tomorrow. It's a pretty difficult subject and I've been lagging behind, so I really need to focus. What about you?"
"Math. Mrs. Johnson gave us problems related to baseball, thinking it would make more sense to us and interest us, but I'm still not loving it."
I chuckled. Yeah, math wasn't a favorite subject amongst my peers. I had to say that it was pretty smart of Mrs. Johnson tried to teach them using something they loved, even though it apparently wasn't very successful.
We had been studying for thirty minutes, and he had been asking me the occasional question here and there to resolve his problems. Was it okay for me to say I was happy to see him struggle? Since he had his perfect looks and was an amazing baseball player, it was nice to see he wasn't good at everything. I wasn't saying he was dumb--not at all. With minimal guidance from me, he was able to complete his math exercises. I was just guessing he spent more time practicing baseball than studying. He didn't have a great studying method, nor was he very studious, but if he'd tried a little harder, I was sure he could do it without anyone's help.
"Okay, how do I calculate the trajectory of the baseball when it's hit at a certain angle with a given velocity?" he asked.
"To calculate the trajectory," I replied, "you can use the equations of motion. First, break down the initial velocity into its horizontal and vertical components. Then, use the equations for projectile motion to find the position of the baseball at different times. By plotting these points, you can visualize the path of the baseball."
"Thanks, man! Sorry for bothering you while you're studying, but you're so smart and you explain things so well that math sort of makes sense when you help me!"
"No problem! I'm sure you could do it on your own if you focused a little more."
"Nah, man! You're more helpful than you realize. But if you need help with your physics, feel free to ask me; it's only fair!"
"Sure. Do you know anything about electromagnetism? Right now, I'm studying how electric currents create magnetic fields. One of the exercises I need to do involves calculating the magnetic field strength at different distances from a long, straight wire carrying a current. It's a bit challenging, but I find it fascinating how electricity and magnetism are interconnected."
"I don't understand a word you just said," he replied jovially.
"Too bad," I replied before going back to my notes.
We studied mostly in silence for the next thirty minutes, with just an occasional sigh or grunt from when he came across a problem he didn't understand.
"When is your dad getting home?" he asked.
"Later tonight. He has an evening shift."
"What does he do?"
"He's a deputy at the sheriff station."
"Oh wow! That's why you don't break the rules."
"Yup. What about your parents?"
"My dad is a psychologist, and my mom is a senior marketing executive at an advertising agency."
"Wow. Does your dad analyze everything you do?"
"Yup, kinda annoying. What about your mom?"
"My parents are divorced," I replied bluntly, not wanting to talk about my mother.
"Oh, sorry."
"It's cool."
"Do you mind if I take my shoes and stuff off? Trying to be a little more comfortable."
"No problem. Make yourself at home."
"Thanks. Should we take a little break?"
"No. I've barely started. I need to study a lot more if I want a good grade tomorrow."
"Come on," he said. "We've been at it for a good hour; it's important to take breaks!"
"I'll take a break when I'm done," I replied, still focused on my notes.
"Scott, take your eyes off your books!" he said sternly.
"Colt, I really need to ... what are you doing?!" I turned my chair around and saw Colt completely naked, sitting on my bed. His legs were open, and he was leaning back slightly, with his left hand on my bed supporting him while his right hand was slowly stroking his monster cock.
"You said I could make myself comfortable." He smiled his cocky smile.
"And you got naked?" I asked without taking my eyes off him. In that position, his chest and abs were even more pronounced. I could clearly see their definition and could easily pick them apart. My eyes traveled south to his powerful thighs, which were spread apart to make room for his humongous cock. It wasn't my first time seeing it, but I was still amazed by how big it was. Although it was obviously smaller than one, it reminded me of a baseball bat: the way the shaft got thicker nearer to its end, especially. His body was a true work of art, and I took some mental pictures to try and recreate it on one of my notepads later, but I didn't think I could do it justice.
"That's how I'm most comfortable. Besides, I wanted to have a little fun. You should join me. It'll relax you, and you'll study better." He winked at me.
"No, Colt," I mumbled. "I .. uhm .. I have to .. uh .. to study."
"Then why can't you take your eyes off my dick?" he asked with a smug smirk. My eyes were glued to his groin, but in my peripheral vision I could see he had the biggest grin on his face, full of confidence. He knew exactly why I couldn't look away. I probably wasn't the first who couldn't. He knew the power his magnificent dick had on people, and he knew how to use it.
"I .. I just .." I tried to speak, but the words wouldn't come to me. I was completely hypnotized by the sight before me.
"Come join me, Scott." It was meant more as an invitation than an order but I took it as an order. I was under his spell, and I wanted it. I walked to him on the bed, his smile getting bigger with every one of my steps, and I kneeled down in front of him, between his open legs. I didn't even use my hands. I directly popped his head in my mouth and started sucking on it.
"Oh shit," he moaned. "Already on your knees, fuck, I like that."
Hearing him say that only turned me on more, making my throat contract as I forced his head deeper inside. I slowly moved my head, sliding his dick back and forth in my mouth, swallowing his balls and jerking him off at the same time. Every once in a while I'd take my lips off of his dick, lick the head of his dick with my tongue, then put it back in my mouth and continue with my oral assault. He was breathing heavily, moaning softly, and periodically looking down to watch me suck him off. He looked absolutely beautiful laying there, legs spread, dick in his hand, with anticipation written all over his face.
"Look at me," he ordered in a deep voice.
I opened my eyes and looked up to see him watching me. There was a fire in his eyes--a lust I had never seen before. I felt like prey that had been caught by a predator, Unable to escape--not that I wanted to. He didn't need to say a word; I could tell by his expression he wanted me to take more of him, and so I did. Slowly but surely I slid down his length until I felt his trimmed pubes on my lips. When I got there, he let out a deep and feral growl, like an animal in heat. His hands quickly made their way to the back of my head, holding my hair. He was in charge then--in control of my next actions. I could only look up at him and watch him smile at me, a new level of desire in his eyes as he bobbed my head up and down his shaft. With every pass of my lips over his cock, his grip tightened on my hair, pulling my head towards his dick with each thrust. That caused me to choke a little bit, but I didn't care. I just wanted him to fuck my mouth.
I didn't know what was happening with me. I was never so reckless. Even in my previous blowjobs, I was always calm, collected and in control of myself. But with Colt, I just wanted to let him use me however he wanted. He had a power over me I wished he didn't have : the power to get me on my knees, his dick in my mouth whenever he wanted. After James, I'd sworn I wouldn't let it happen again, but Colt was a god of a man--so handsome, sexy, powerful, and hung. How could I have resisted?
He pushed me away from his dick, allowing me to breathe, and I instantly, reflexively licked my lips, trying to capture his taste. His smile grew bigger as he saw me do that, and he pushed my head back onto his dick, allowing me back on his delicious member. That time he was moving me at a slower pace, making long strokes with my head on his cock.
"You like my big cock, don't you?" he asked, his deep voice filling the air. My mouth was full of cock, so I couldn't make words, but I unexpectedly moaned, giving him the answer he wanted. "Good," he said as he pushed me away once again. He then lay down on my bed, flat on his back, before continuing. "Why don't you take off your clothes and come over here to continue sucking it while I taste you myself?"
OH. MY. GOD. Am I about to experience the famous 69 I've heard so much about?
I was so excited that I dropped my clothes to the floor in less than a second and almost jumped on the bed to get in position. Once there, I wasn't actually sure how to do it. I turned away from him, my legs next to his head and my hand on his fat cock. He helped me out, grabbing one of my legs and swinging it over him. I had a leg on each side of him. He was quite large, so my legs were spread apart to accommodate him.
Satisfied I was in the correct position, I went back to the object of my desire. I didn't waste time; I started sucking him right away. The new position made it different. It took me a few seconds to adapt to the new sensations before deepthroating him again.
"Good boy," I heard him say. Then I felt him placing small kisses on my inner thigh. His 5 o'clock shadow was tickling me and it felt amazing. I could feel him going higher and higher until I felt his tongue on my balls. He was gently licking and kissing them. He hadn't even started blowing me yet that my dick was ready to explode. I was so hard at the moment, and I could feel myself leaking onto his chest. I was a little surprised when he took the other direction; he licked my perineum, and I shivered. He was getting dangerously close to my most intimate place ; no one had ever been there--not even James. I'd pushed a finger or two in my hole a couple of times while masturbating, but that was it. That's why, when I felt him getting closer to my hole, I panicked. I took his cock out of my mouth to protest.
"W .... Oooooooh!" I moaned. He had just licked my hole, and it had felt incredible. I wanted him to do it again, so I remained silent. He gave me a longer lick, which made me whimper and weak in the knees. My legs let go and I crashed down on top of him, my hard dick pressed against his hard chest. He didn't seem to mind that new position, as it gave him better access to my ass.
"What a cute and delicious hole," he said as he spread my ass cheeks apart with both his hands. He didn't merely resume what he'd been doing before; he began eating me out in earnest, licking around my hole, and pressing his tongue into my tight pucker. I was a mess of whimpers and moans from the new sensations flooding through me. It took me a minute to regain some composure and I went back to sucking his dick, although it probably wasn't as good as before, as my focus was on what he was doing to my ass.
That lasted for about five minutes.Then he flipped me over, pinning me to the bed with my legs dangling over the edge, and pinning my arms above my head with one hand. The sight of him hovering over me in that pose, dominating me with those chiseled features and wearing an arrogant smirk on his face, was enough to make me lose my breath. I was thankful for the darkness surrounding us. Colt stared down at me and pressed a finger inside me. That time he wasn't hesitant.
"Fuck yeah," he grunted. "Take it." he grunted. His deep voice resonated in my ears, forcing my whole body to shiver from fear and excitement. His thick finger was stretching my asshole, but I didn't want him to stop. It was completely new territory for me, but I felt good with his finger exploring my most private place. I was sure that he would add another finger and it would make me cum, and I would be back to sucking his dick in no time, so I allowed him to push his finger deeper into my asshole. As soon as he did, my own hips instinctively rolled upward, helping him penetrate me further. The sensation was unlike anything I've ever experienced before; it was overwhelming.
He had two fingers in my ass and he kept pushing them in and out of my tight hole, fucking me and bringing me pleasure while licking and sucking on my anus with his tongue. I could feel myself losing control, and I knew that a simple touch on my dick would make it explode. Soon, he removed his fingers, exposing my ass. I wanted more of that sensual massage; I was desperate for his tongue, but instead I heard him fumbling with his clothes, which were on the ground next to the bed. I was still on my stomach on the edge of my bed, so I turned my head around to see what he was doing. I saw a little bottle in his hand, and that he was rolling a condom onto his massive cock.
I've never been fucked before! I'm ready for this!
"Wait Colt, I've never ... I'm a ..." I had a hard time trying to find the right words. I was embarrassed to admit to him I was a virgin when it was clear that he himself had experience.
"Don't worry, I'll take it slow." He smiled, and I saw him apply some liquid from the bottle he was holding onto his wrapped dick. That's when I made the connection that it was lubricant. He was getting himself ready to fuck me.
"You're so big," I whimpered. "It's going to hurt..."
"I won't hurt you," he replied. "I'll go slow." He applied some lube to my hole, then pressed inward with two of his fingers. The coldness of the lube and the pressure from his fingers made me moan a little. My head was spinning from the pleasure, and it was distracting me from what was about to happen.
"I'm scared Colt, I don't think it's .... I'm not sure ..." I managed to say, my head still reeling from the pleasure his fingers were giving me.
"Okay Scott, relax. Just the tip, OK?"
"The tip? I don't know ... it's scary, I've never ... I didn't think ..." I was a mess at that point. I was both anxious and turned on. On one hand, I was horny, and what he had done with his fingers and tongue had felt amazing, but on the other hand, I was scared because his penis was much bigger than his fingers.
"Yes, I'll just put the head of my dick in, and that's it. You'll feel good; trust me." He rubbed his hard shaft on my crack. It felt good--so very good.
The tip should be OK, right? It'll be a good first experience. "Just the tip," I whispered.
"Just the tip," he repeated as I felt the head of his penis poking at the entrance of my hole. I tensed up and tried to mentally prepare myself for the intrusion.
Colt then slowly entered me. At first it felt incredible, then I felt a sharp sting--a pain that went straight through my heart and right into my guts. I groaned out my agony.
"Relax Scott," Colt said. "Let me in."
Only the head of his dick was inside me, but it already felt like I was being stretched out. How can people do this? In porn they made it seem so easy, but I was learning the hard way that it wasn't.
"I don't know, Colt," I whimpered. "It hurts." I wanted to try and please him, but it didn't feel good at all.
"Give it a minute," he said. "It'll feel better. Trust me."
I clenched my teeth and waited, and after a minute or two the pain was gone. It didn't feel so bad anymore, so I started to relax. I'm sure Colt felt it, as he started to slowly move right away. I could feel it almost going out of my hole before pushing back in again. That time it didn't hurt; it almost felt good. He did it again, and that time I felt like he was a little deeper than before.
"Ooooh," I moaned.
Colt chuckled. "See? I told you."
He moved slowly again, but when he pushed back in that time I was sure he went deeper inside me, as I felt a sharp pain.
"That feels like more than the tip, Colt," I said.
"Sorry, I might have pushed a little bit too much, but your ass feels so good. It's so tight; just relax and enjoy."
And that's exactly what I did. I closed my eyes and relaxed my body. Even though I was worried about how far his cock was going to go, from that point on, I enjoyed every second of it. Once I was used to it, I realized that it was much more pleasurable than painful. In fact, it felt wonderful--almost indescribable. I'd always fantasized about having sex with another guy, but even as it was happening to me, I could hardly believe it. He was moving in and out of my ass slowly, carefully, each time getting a little bit deeper, until, finally, I felt his whole cock deep inside me.
"See Scotty? I'm all in! How do you like having my big cock inside of you?"
"It hurts," I said, " but it also feels okay." Actually, it only hurt at first. After that, I could feel him going deeper and deeper with each thrust, but I had let him continue since he was doing it slowly and carefully so as to not hurt me. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of saying I was loving it, but, as he took almost all of himself outside of me before pushing it all back in, I moaned loudly, loving the feeling of his dick making its way through my insides. He chuckled. My facade was completely gone. He knew.
That's when he started thrusting harder and faster, making me scream out loud with each deep plunge of his hips. His cock felt like it was vibrating inside me and I loved it. My dick throbbed and ached from the sensation. I was so close to exploding and I wasn't even touching myself. He was pounding me, his balls slapping against my bare ass. He was grunting and I was moaning at each of his movements. It was too much for me, and I climaxed in an intense orgasm.
"Oh fuck, Colt! FUCK ME!" I screamed as I emptied my balls all over my bed sheets.
"That's right," he said. "Say my name, Scotty." I looked back at him, angered by the fact that he'd called me "Scotty", a nickname I didn't like. I saw his cocky smile on his face. I easily read what he was thinking: he was proud of himself for making me cum from his fucking. It only fueled him more, and he was fucking me even harder than before. Then, in an instant, I felt him withdraw from me, and I felt empty. I'd been reluctant at him putting his dick in my ass, but I immediately missed it.
I didn't miss it for long, as his strong arms flipped me over and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. Both my legs were thrown on his shoulders and he bottomed out inside of me. "Ooooooh," I screamed. It felt good--so fucking good. He leaned forward and kissed me passionately, his hands grabbing my ass as he shoved his cock in and out of my hot hole. With every motion of his hips I could feel his huge cock filling me up and I screamed louder, needing more of it. He slammed me onto the bed, and, without taking his cock out of my ass, he started fucking me furiously. My legs were wrapped around his waist as his body jerked from the sheer force of his thrusts. I moaned loudly as he continued pounding my tight hole, watching his powerful body drive itself into mine. He kissed me again. His tongue was fucking my mouth as hard as his dick was my ass. My own cock was fully hard again, and I was squirming and moaning from the twin assaults of his tongue and dick.
He stopped kissing me and stood up. His hands firmly grabbed my hips, and, by the look he was giving me, I knew things were about to heat up even more. Using his hands, he was able to fuck me even harder than before. He was piledriving me, and I was screaming loudly with each thrust. My moans were higher than my usual voice; they felt more feminine and I was embarrassed by them. Luckily, we were home alone, so nobody could hear me. I tried to bite my lower lip to stop myself from moaning, but it didn't really work. The feeling of his dick pistoning my tight hole felt way too good, and I couldn't help but be vocal about it. The louder my screams, the bigger his smile. I couldn't help but look at him; he had an air of confidence while he fucked me that said "That's right, you love it when I fuck your tight hole." He knew the pleasure his huge cock was giving me and he was basking in the glory. He was also loud while we fucked, but unlike me, his moans and groans were deep--so virile and masculine. Unavoidably, I looked at his hairy chest. The sweat made his dark hair stick to his skin, and that, accompanied by his sharp jaw and beard, lent him such a manly appearance. I felt feminine next to him; I felt like I was the woman in our relationship, and I hated it. I am a man, not a woman. It didn't help that each time my moans would go to the feminine side, he would chuckle.
I wanted to be mad at him for making me like it, but I couldn't resist; each thrust of his cock felt like heaven. He slowed down the pace and changed his angle. When he pushed into me again I almost came; he had pressed against my button. Before, he'd been grazing it, but that time it had been different. It had almost felt like he was pushing against it, and it had felt amazing. As I screamed out in pleasure, he changed the angle of his thrusts once again, and then again and again, pushing and prodding me towards another climax--and it happened. A giant orgasm shook my body. I could barely hold myself up as I arched my back in an attempt to ease some of the pleasure coursing through me. He was still pumping my asshole hard, and I didn't want him to stop. I needed it.
"Colt," I pleaded, "Fuck me, Colt. Fuck me HARDER!"
He laughed and kept going, picking up speed as I continued to beg. My chest was covered in my cum, but I still wanted more.
"Fuck," he finally said. "You've already come twice while I'm doing all the work, and I'm getting tired." He slowed down, but was still smiling. He pulled out of me and went to lie down on his back on the bed next to me. "Come ride me, Scotty."
"Don't call me Scotty!" I said, which made him laugh. I got up on the bed, grabbed his hard cock--which was still covered by the condom--then started to squat down on it until I felt his hands stopping me.
"Nuh-huh," he said. "Turn around. I want to see you as you fuck yourself on my dick."
I turned around and continued what I was doing. I lined up his head with my hole and slowly lowered myself on it. Considering I had been jackhammered by that big dick for a while already, it went in easily, and I found myself bottoming out. He seemed to be happy with what I was doing, as he smiled and put both his hands behind his head. I started moving up and down on his dick while I stared at his biceps. In the position he was in, they were flexing. They seemed so big and strong. I'm not even sure I could have fully encircled them with both my hands.
"God that feels great," he sighed.
I felt a sense of pride that I could please that hunk of a man, so I doubled down on my efforts and started fucking myself even faster. I kept on going for what seemed like forever. I was moaning and he was groaning. I was getting tired, but he still hadn't cum yet. Is he not enjoying this position? Will I not be able to make him cum? I couldn't keep squatting like that over him, so I settled with my calves lying on each side of him and started my movements again. I think he noticed I was tired; his hands went on my hips to help me, and he started moving his own hips to match my rhythm.
We were starting to have a good pace when I felt the pressure build up inside me again. I was on my way to my third orgasm, but that time it felt different; I had this weird feeling in my lower stomach. It was pressing me, like it was trying to get out. The deeper he fucked me, the more it bothered me. I started feeling uncomfortable. The pleasure was still there, and both sensations were mixed with each other, which felt even weirder.
"Wait, Colt," I said. "I feel weird." I put my hands on his hard abs to try to push myself up, but before I could, he grabbed my hands and pinned them against my hips.
"Fuck, Scott, I'm so close!" he panted. "Ride it out. Let yourself go." He picked up the pace and thrusted harder and faster into me. The pressure in my lower abdomen was getting stronger and stronger. I felt like I was about to explode--and then I did.
"Wait.. Colt ... I ... OOOOOOH!" I shouted, in a half-cry, half-moan. I shot all over his defined abs and chest, although it felt more like a stream than several shots. It was definitely cum, but it felt more liquid than usual. I completely covered Colt. He didn't notice because he was approaching his own orgasm.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck!" he moaned. He pushed as deep as he could inside of me, and I felt his dick pulsing and emptying in the condom. He had his eyes closed; he was panting and out of breath. I was also catching my breath, so I got up and laid down next to him on my stomach.
"Holy fuck that was amazing!" he exclaimed. "Your ass is so tight."
I said nothing. I just watched him remove the condom and tie it. He grabbed my chin and pulled me a bit towards him to kiss me deeply. Then, he got up and went to throw the condom away in my trashcan. I saw him pick up his phone and his face showed panic.
"Oh shit!" he shouted. "It's almost 8:00, and I told my parents I would be home for dinner." He quickly put on his clothes, then gave me a quick kiss on the lips before opening the door to my bedroom and looking back at me. "Thanks Scott, I'll see you around." I heard the door to my house open and close, and just like that, he was gone.
I was still lying on my bed, not saying a word. Holy shit. He just fucked me. That's when it finally hit me: I wasn't a virgin anymore. It certainly wasn't how I'd pictured losing my virginity -- but hey, they say it never happens how you expect it to. It felt amazing--except maybe at the end. It had felt a bit weird, then, but it had been my third orgasm, so I shrugged it off, telling myself that it was probably normal.
I finally got up and went to my bathroom to take a much-needed shower. Then I went back to my room to try and study more for the test the next day, but I couldn't focus. My mind kept going back to Colt fucking me--my ass was still sore from it--so I gave up on studying and just went to bed.
**
The next day at school, I did my best to avoid Colt, not wanting to face him after what had happened the previous evening. My ass was still sore. I tried to keep a low profile, keeping my head down and my eyes on the ground while walking through the hallways. Thankfully, luck was on my side, and I didn't run into him all day. It made it a bit easier to focus on my upcoming physics test.
As the time for the test approached, my anxiety started to build up. I hadn't studied as hard as I'd wanted, and my mind kept wandering back to that intense encounter with Colt, making it difficult to concentrate. I took a deep breath, trying to shake off those distracting thoughts, and entered the classroom.
The test started, and as I looked at the questions, I felt a mix of confidence and doubt. Some questions were familiar, and I was able to answer them with ease. However, there were others that seemed more challenging, and I struggled to recall the relevant concepts. My mind felt foggy, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I should have been better prepared.
Trying to push through my nerves, I focused on the questions I knew I could handle. I solved them methodically, checking my work as I went along. Time seemed to slip away quickly, and before I knew it, the test was over. As I handed in my paper, I couldn't help but feel disappointed in myself. I knew I could have done better, but my anxiety had gotten the best of me.
Leaving the classroom, I tried to shake off the negative thoughts. I reminded myself that I had put in the effort to study and that I should be proud of that, regardless of the outcome. Deep down, though, I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. I wished I could have been more focused and less distracted.
As the day went on, my anxiety continued to linger. I couldn't stop thinking about the test, replaying my answers in my head and second-guessing myself. It was a long day, and I couldn't wait for it to be over.
When the final bell rang, I made my way home, my mind still lost in a whirl of conflicting thoughts and emotions. As I walked down the sidewalk, deep in my reverie, I didn't even notice Colt's car pulling over in front of me. Suddenly, his familiar voice calling my nickname--"Hey, Scotty!"-- snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see Colt smiling at me, and I felt a mix of embarrassment, desire, and frustration wash over me.
"Hey," I replied, trying to sound casual even though my heart was pounding in my chest.
"You going home?" he asked, leaning over from the driver's seat to talk to me through the passenger window.
"Yeah. My dad is there already." That was a lie. I didn't want him to think we could have a repeat of yesterday.
"OK," he said. "Hop in. I want to show you something." He pushed the passenger door open, making clear the invitation into his car.
"What?" I asked, hesitating for a moment. I wasn't sure if I should go with him, but I didn't want to make a scene on the sidewalk either.
"My secret spot," he said, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I know yours, so I thought I should show you mine. It's not far from here. "
"I don't know, Colt," I mumbled, feeling torn. "I have things to do and stuff..."
"Come on, it's only fair! It won't take long, I promise. Thirty minutes, tops!"
"OK, but then you take me home, OK?" I figured it wouldn't hurt to see what he wanted to show me, and it might be a way to clear the air between us.
"I swear!" he said with a boyish grin, and I climbed into the car.
The soft sound of R&B music played on the radio as we drove in silence. After about ten minutes, we reached the outskirts of town. My heart sank when I realized where we were headed.
"Colt, this is private property !" I exclaimed, feeling nervous and anxious. "We can't be here!"
"Relax," he said nonchalantly. "We won't stay long, nobody will ever know."
"We can get in trouble!" I almost shouted, trying to reason with him.
"We won't," he chuckled, seemingly unfazed by the possible consequences.
Finally, he stopped the car, and when I looked out of the window, I was stunned by the breathtaking view before me. We were at a small vista on the edge of the private property, overlooking part of the city. The sight was awe-inspiring, and I found myself momentarily captivated by the beauty of it all. The dangers of being there seemed to fade away as I took in the vast expanse before me.
"Not bad, huh?" he said, breaking the silence. I could only nod, still unable to tear my eyes away from the panorama before us. "I don't know which is best, your spot or mine." He looked at me with a mixture of sincerity and playfulness.
"I think they're both great," I said, turning my head to finally look at him. The sunlight cast a golden glow on his features, making him even more captivating. His deep-blue eyes held me in a mesmerizing gaze, and I found myself unable to look away. As the warmth of his hand touched my cheek, my heart skipped a beat, and then his lips were on mine. The kiss was slow and sensual, not rushed or forceful. Our tongues danced together in a tender and passionate rhythm, and I lost myself in the pleasure of the moment until I felt his other hand on my thigh.
I was about to put a stop to it, but a loud knock on the window beat me to it. Startled, I jumped back, my heart pounding in my chest. The voice outside commanded us to get out of the car, and my anxiety soared as I recognized the voice of Deputy Peter Stevenson, my dad's partner at work. Trembling, I stepped out of the car, my mind racing with fear and nervousness at being caught in such a compromising situation.
"Scott?!" Peter's voice held shock and surprise as he recognized me. I managed to give him a quick smile, but my nerves were still on edge. As Colt stood beside me, Peter's attention turned to him, and his eyes sparkled with admiration. "You're Colt Jensen, right? The new pitcher on the high school team?" He was clearly impressed.
"That's right, deputy," Colt replied, flashing a charming smile as he shook Peter's hand.
"This is private property, boys," Peter said. "You're not allowed to be here. I know you know that, Scott." He shot me an accusing look.
"I ..." I started to explain, but before I could, Colt spoke over me.
"I'm sorry, deputy," he said, his grin not faltering. "It's my fault. I just saw this place and wanted some private time with Scott." He said, his grin not faltering.
Normally, we could have been in real trouble for trespassing, but Peter decided to let us off with a warning. "I better not see you here again, you hear me?" he said sternly.
"Yes, absolutely!" Colt replied, looking sincerely apologetic. Then, he glanced over at me. "Could we also keep this a secret?" Of course, the golden boy wouldn't want people to know he was making out with another guy.
"Of course!" Peter agreed, understanding the need for privacy. He had always been supportive of me and my sexuality, and I appreciated that he was looking out for us.
With that settled, Peter told Colt to go home while he insisted on driving me to the station to meet my dad. Colt drove away, and Peter and I made our way to the station in silence. My nervousness grew with each passing moment, and I kept my eyes fixed on the passing scenery outside the window.
Finally, breaking the silence, Peter asked, "So, you and Colt Jensen, huh? He's a damn good pitcher."
"We're not ... He's not ... I don't..." I stumbled over my words, feeling flustered and not sure how to respond.
"Hey, I get it!" he interjected, trying to reassure me. "Don't worry; your secret's safe with me. I'm only going to tell your dad because he has a right to know."
That's exactly what I had been afraid of.
**
"Hey Mark, look who I found," said Peter as we walked over to my desk.
"Hey Dad," I said, giving him a weak smile as he looked away from his computer.
"Scott, what are you doing here?" he asked.
"I was caught on Eagle's View Point," I answered.
"That's private property," growled my dad.
"Yeah, I just gave them a warning," Peter said. "Scott is a good kid; he knows not to go there again. Right Scott?"
"Yes, thank you," I said, keeping my head down.
"Them?" asked my dad, curious.
"He was there with Colt Jensen," added Peter.
"Colt Jensen..." my dad repeated. "Wait, isn't that the new pitcher for the baseball team? The one who could go pro?"
"The one and only," confirmed Peter.
"What were you doing there with him?" My dad asked.
"You know, just doing teenager stuff," added Peter with a wink. "Anyway, I thought you should know, and since your shift is almost over, I brought him here."
Peter left after delivering me to my father. He was staring at me with a furious look in his eyes.
"Thanks, Peter," my dad shouted to him as he left us alone. "Sit," he ordered me.
I took a seat next to his desk and waited in silence for his work to be over. The car ride back to our house was in complete silence; my dad might have been chilled at the station, but I knew it would be different once we were home. My right hand was shaking uncontrollably from my nerves. Dad parked the car in the driveway, and I followed him inside in silence, my eyes fixed on the ground. After closing the door behind us, my father stopped, and I waited behind him.
"Why, Scott? Why?!" I knew he didn't actually expect an answer. He was just ramping up. "Why did you have to embarrass me in front of my colleagues, my friends ?" His fist quickly found its way to my stomach. I doubled over in pain, clutching my abdomen.
"I ask only one thing from you! One thing! When you told me you were gay, I was nice enough to let you keep living in my house. I just asked one thing in return. I told you to keep it in your fucking pants." He was still yelling, and showed no signs of fatigue. He gave me a quick kick to my upper body.
"But no! You have to go parade around that you're the fucking cumdump for the star athlete!" He followed that up with another kick.
"It's embarrassing enough that my son is gay, but now you make it worse at my work?!" Each yell was punctuated with another kick.
"I shouldn't be surprised after all; you're just a whore like your mother." With that comparison, he gave me one final kick in the stomach. I was on the ground, trying not to pass out from the pain, and he just left me there. I heard him grab a beer from the fridge, and then I heard the TV. The pain kept me down for a while; he hadn't held back, and he'd still had his shoes on, which had made it worse.
Finally, I managed to partially get up. I stumbled my way into the kitchen, where I grabbed a couple of ice packs I stored in the freezer for times like those. With difficulty, I made my way up the stairs to my bedroom, and once there, I took an aspirin from my bathroom to help with the pain. I laid down on my bed and removed my shirt to assess the damage. I could already see a couple of big bruises all over my chest and stomach; I might have had a bruised rib given how painful it was to even breathe.
Damn it, that's not good. It's going to be difficult at school tomorrow; I'll have to be extra careful to make sure nobody notices me so I can be in and out without any problems.
I knew Colt would notice--at least if he came close enough to me. I definitely needed to avoid him. My dad is right anyway. I am just a cumdump, and no matter how good the sex is, it's not worth this. So, never again. I finally let the tears flow onto my face, and I cried myself to sleep as the pain lessened a little.