I'm not connected to Dawson's Creek in any way. This is a fan fiction story and isn't supposed to reflect on the sexual preferences of the actors who play the characters. All characters are the property of Sony and Outerbank Entertainment and copywrited to them.
Dawson sighed as he pulled the lever to release the pink liquid soap onto his hands. He rubbed them together, working up a lather. He moved as slowly as possible, dreading the thought of going back to class, where Pacey sat to one side of him and Jack to another, with the always smug Chris Wolfe at the rear.
The guilt Dawson felt over his sexual encounters with Jack and the anger he felt at the way Chris used him was now mixed in with a solid dose of anxiety and fear about Pacey. Had he recognized that movie as gay porn the other night? Dawson wondered again as he stared at himself in the mirror. If he had....
All these emotions were tearing Dawson up inside. As much as he enjoyed the sex with Jack, he wished he could just turn back time to when things had been simpler.
Dawson lowered his head to the sink and splashed water on his face. He reached towards the hand towel dispenser and blindly felt around for the edge of the paper towel. He felt a jolt as his hand made contact with warm human flesh.
He opened his eyes and straightened up, a sinking feeling in his stomach. "Chris. What do you...I have to get back to class," Dawson said turning quickly towards the door.
"Oh, no. Not yet Dawson. Did you see that new chick in our class? Could that skirt get any shorter, man? Not that you'd notice," Chris smirked.
"You're a real ass, Chris," Dawson snapped, not turning around to look at the other teen.
"Hey, my ass is off limits, Leery," Chris's smirk didn't fade. "The point is, that chick is really getting to me. I need some relief. And I can't exactly get her into bed in the middle of the school day, now can I?" Chris casually reached down and unzipped his fly.
"You're crazy. There is no way I'm doing that here," Dawson said turning at the sound of Chris's zipper and feeling a little panicked.
"Oh yes you will. If you don't, everyone in this school will know about you and McPhee by lunch. All I have to do is whisper it in Abby Morgan's ear. You know she'd take care of the rest," Chris replied.
"God damn you. Why are you doing this to me?" Dawson asked.
"We had a deal, remember?" Chris shrugged. "I'm horny. You take care of it. No one finds out you've been letting Jack stick his dick up your ass. What's the problem? I'm letting you suck my cock on a regular basis!"
"What about Jack? Why does it always have to be me?" Dawson asked.
"Enough talk, Leery. You should be on your knees by now," Chris said.
"Don't be stupid, Chris! What if somebody walks in?" Dawson pleaded, feeling even more panicked.
"Come on," Chris nodded his head towards one of the stalls. Dawson sighed and followed his direction. He sat down on the toilet as Chris squeezed in and closed the stall door behind him. Dawson's face was level with Chris's groin.
Dawson reached into Chris's jeans and pulled out his soft cock. He took it in his mouth and began to run his tongue around it swiftly, feeling it stiffen and grow.
"That's it," Chris whispered softly. He closed his eyes and placed one hand on the back of Dawson's head, pushing it as far down as he could. Dawson closed his own eyes, praying nobody came in and discovered them. At the same time, though, he could feel his cock pressing against the fabric of his pants, aching for release in more ways than one.
After a few minutes, Chris moved his other hand to the back of Dawson's head and held it steady as he began to buck his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of the blonde teen's mouth and moaning with increasing volume as he face fucked his toy.
"Yeah!" Chris grunted as he began to shoot his load down Dawson's throat. He collapsed backwards against the stall door, completely spent, and finally opened his eyes. "Whew. It's fun doing it in public places, huh Dawson? I see you liked it too."
Dawson glanced down at the obvious hardon that was tenting his pants. "It doesn't really matter if I like it or not, does it Chris?" he asked quietly.
Chris opened his mouth as if to say something, but instead just stared at Dawson for a few moments in silence. Then he shoved his softening cock back into his pants and zipped up.
Dawson remained seated and watched as Chris washed his hands and left the bathroom without another word. He remained their for a few moments, lost in thought. Chris never failed to make him feel cheap. If he'd just once reciprocate, it wouldn't be so bad.
"Dawson?" Jack's voice inquired as he opened the bathroom door. As soon as McPhee spotted his lover, he walked right to him and knelt down, taking Dawson's hand in his.
"Is everything okay? Chris left for the bathroom right after you did, and when you guys didn't come back right away... well, I figured he'd probably made you do it again," Jack sighed.
"Don't touch me," Dawson snapped as he pulled his hand away from Jack's and went back to the sink.
"Dawson, what's wrong? Don't shut me out like this. Talk to me," Jack pleaded, standing up and following him.
"Jack, I just want all of this to be over. I want it to all go away. I'm sick of having to deal with all these emotions," Dawson said as he started washing his hands again.
"Dawson, we can deal with Chris. We'll find a way to put a stop to the whole thing if it bothers you that much," Jack replied, placing a hand gently on the back of Dawson's neck.
"Don't touch me!" Dawson seethed through clenched teeth as he shrugged off Jack's hand. Seeing the hurt look on McPhee's face, Dawson sighed and ran both hands through his own hair in an agitated gesture.
"Look, Jack. I'm sorry. We can't do this any more. It's not right. I don't love you and I never will. I'm sorry," Dawson said.
"You don't know that, Dawson! Just give it some time," Jack pleaded earnestly. He couldn't lose Dawson. He loved him too much!
"Jack, no. I don't love you. Time can't change that. I love someone else," Dawson sighed.
"Pacey? He's straight, Dawson. It's never going to happen. You can't spend your life pining away over him and shutting out anyone else who might care for you," Jack said, tears in his eyes.
"I won't, Jack. But it's not going to be you. I'm sorry," Dawson sighed. He walked to the door and left the bathroom without looking back.
Jack felt the tears rolling down his cheeks, but brushed them away. It wasn't over. He'd show Dawson how much he loved him, he'd find a way to prove it. Jack splashed water on his face to hide any evidence of tears and returned to class.
Pacey closed his bedroom door behind him and dropped his book bag on the floor. He flopped down on his bed and sighed. Things between him and Dawson were more awkward then they'd ever been and it was starting to get to Pacey.
No matter what, he'd always been able to count on Dawson as a friend, but lately he'd just had to hide too much from him, in order to protect their friendship. But what if by hiding all of those things, Pacey was actually destroying a chance at something much deeper than friendship? That thought wouldn't leave his mind and was driving him crazy.
"Pacey!" Doug Witter yelled as he threw open the door to his younger brother's room, causing Pacey to jump.
"Damn, Doug! Have you ever heard of knocking?" Pacey snapped, glaring at his brother.
"Gotta keep you on your toes, doofus," Doug replied.
"What do you want? Shouldn't you be locked in your room listening to Barbara Streisand?" Pacey asked.
"I'm not gay, Pacey," Doug said through clenched teeth. It was a common refrain between them, Pacey insinuating and Doug denying. Pacey found it quite ironic, really. Doug seemed to be the classic closet case while Pacey himself was the perfect example of a straight teen. And yet, Pacey knew that he was gay. So, stereotypes were out the window and his brother could very well be straight.
Deep down, Pacey wished he could have a serious conversation with Doug about their sexualities. If Doug was dealing with the same things Pacey was, they could talk about it and life could be easier for both of them. But Pacey knew that would never happen. Doug had always been the perfect son and Pacey the family screw up, and it had caused too much friction between them all their lives for them to ever really be close.
"Mom and Dad are out and I have to leave on police matters, so you're on your own for dinner," Doug said.
"Fine. I'm going to Andie's anyway," Pacey replied.
"Still trying to get in her pants, huh? I think it's a lost cause," Doug smiled and shut the door before Pacey could reply.
Doug drove his police cruiser slowly towards the high school and parked near the track, thinking of the phone call he'd gotten. Doug spotted the person he was looking for and slowly made his way over to him.
Chris Wolfe was flirting with a blonde girl in a very short skirt, and from the looks of things, he was doing it very well. "Mr. Wolfe?" Doug asked in his no-nonsense police voice. Chris turned around and looked suddenly nervous upon seeing Doug's uniform.
"Yeah?"
"Will you come with me, please," Doug said, making it clear that from the tone of his voice that Chris had no choice.
"Uh... I'll call you tonight," Chris said to his conquest-to-be. He followed Doug as they walked towards the police cruiser, wondering what was going on. Had they found the weed in his locker?
"Get in," Doug said as he opened the back door of the cruiser.
"Am I under arrest?" Doug asked, panic in his voice.
"No. Get in," Doug said. Once Chris was closed in, Doug started the car and headed it towards the outskirts of Capeside. Chris's mind was in turmoil as he wondered just what he'd done and how he'd explain it to his parents.
Doug finally pulled the car into a empty parking lot in front of a rundown building that clearly hadn't been in use in quite some time. Chris looked around nervously as Doug took the keys to the building out of his pocket and unlocked the door.
"What's this all about?" Chris asked as Doug pushed him inside and closed the door behind them. In the gloomy darkness, Chris was able to make out several old crates and an old sofa, the only items in the empty warehouse.
"Sit down," Doug said, indicating the sofa. Chris sat nervously and opened his mouth to speak, but Doug grabbed his hand and handcuffed his wrist. The young cop quickly clasped the other end around a metal pipe that was attached to the wall next to the sofa.
"What the hell is going on?" Chris demanded, the fear obvious in his voice.
"I had a call about you today, Chris. It seems you've been forcing some of you schoolmates to...pleasure you... in exchange for not outing them," Doug stated, staring down at the boy.
"What? Those fuckers! Listen, it's not true. I wouldn't let another guy touch my dick, let alone suck it!" Chris insisted.
"Really? So it doesn't turn you on, then, to feel lips wrapped around your cock and know they belong to another guy? It doesn't turn you on to feel strong, masculine hands touching you cock and caressing your balls? To look down and see the hardon you're giving that other guy? And to see your hot cum all over his face, or in his mouth?" Doug asked softly.
"No! I'm not a fag, man. I swear," Chris replied, his voice a croak in the darkened warehouse.
"You know, Chris, high school is hell for almost everyone. Oh, sure, guys like you have it made. Good looking, popular, able to get any girl you want into bed. But for most people, it's hell. And it's even worse than hell when you're carrying around a secret about who you really are. To use a secret like that for your own pleasure is low, man. It's worse than that. Did you ever stop to think what you were doing to the other guys?" Doug asked, his voice angry.
"I told you it's not-"
"Don't give me that shit! I know guys like you, Chris. I've dealt with my fair share," Doug yelled.
"Let me go. I didn't do anything. I'm not a homo, so why would I let another guy suck me off? I've got plenty of willing chicks to do that," Chris pleaded.
"Maybe you wanted a guy to do it," Doug smiled. "There is a way to find out." He slowly reached down and unzipped his uniform pants. Chris's eyes followed his movements, a horrified look on his face.
"What are you doing?" the teen demanded.
Doug didn't reply. Instead he took his semi hard 7 inch cock out of his pants and began to slowly stroke it just a few inches from Chris's face. Chris watched as if his eyes were unable to move away from the sight. Doug smiled down at him as a noticeable bulge began to grown in his skimpy running shorts.
"Looks like I was right," Doug smiled. He stopped stroking his cock and sat down next to Chris. "You're going to find out what it feels like to be used, Wolfe."
"Leave me alone!" Chris yelled. Doug just smiled and took ahold of Chris's hand. He moved it over to his cock and began to use it to stroke himself.
"Let me go," Chris said. Doug paid no attention.
"You like other guys to suck your dick, Chris? Let's see how you like doing it yourself," Doug smiled. He stood back up and moved his dick in front of Chris's mouth, but the teen clamped his lips together and shook his head.
"Listen, Chris. You're going to learn a lesson here today. Cooperate, and that's all that will happen. If you don't... well, I can always make life hell for you. I can plant certain things in certain places that could really mess up your future," Doug explained, stroking his cock in the teen's face.
Chris glared up at the hot young cop, but he realized that he had little choice. Everything Doug said he could do was true. Slowly, unwillingly, Chris opened his mouth. Doug smiled and slipped his cock head inside.
"Seeing as how you're probably not good at giving head, I think I'll do most of the work," Doug smirked. He placed his hands on the back of Chris's head and pushed his cock as far down the teens throat as it could go. When he knew how much Chris could take, Doug began to slide his cock in and out quickly, unwittingly face fucking Chris the same way the teen had done to Dawson that morning.
As Doug grunted and moaned, he kept an eye on the front of Chris's shorts. He was pleased to see that the bulge in them grew to full mast and never went soft. Soon there was even a small stain on the front from the precum that was dripping off the teen's aroused member.
Chris felt partly disgusted as the warm, throbbing hunk of manhood invaded his mouth, but mostly he felt incredibly turned on. All the blow jobs he'd gotten from Dawson had been incredible not just because of Dawson's increasing skills, but the knowledge that they were coming from another guy. That's what had turned Chris on the most, though he wouldn't admit it even to himself. Now, with another guy's cock in his own mouth, Chris found that he was hornier than he'd ever been.
Doug's breathing became heavier and Chris realized that he was going to cum soon. Instead of feeling horrified, though, Chris found himself eagerly awaiting his first taste of another man's juices.
As if reading that thought in Chris's eyes, Doug suddenly pulled his cock out of Wolfe's mouth. Chris looked up at the cop, still fully dressed in his uniform with his cock hanging out the fly, and wanted to beg him not to stop. But he wouldn't. He was Chris Wolfe. He wasn't a homo!
Doug looked pointedly at the tent in Chris's shorts, but didn't say anything. Instead he took out his wallet. As Chris watched, Doug took a condom out of the wallet.
"NO! You're not fucking me, man!" Chris yelled, suddenly terrified.
"Chris, Chris, Chris! What did I tell you? You've got to learn a lesson. I don't want you tormenting any more gay teens."
"I won't. I swear I won't!" Chris pleaded. Doug smiled and reached down, pulling Chris's shorts off in one swift move. The teen wasn't wearing any underwear and his hard cock sprang out, standing at attention.
Doug took a small tube of lubricant from his pocket. Spreading some on his finger, he squatted down in front of the sofa. Chris tried to push him away with his free hand, but Doug was stronger. He slid his hand underneath the teen and his finger easily found the sweaty hole it sought.
Chris gasped in pain as the lubricated finger slid inside of him. Doug began to slowly move it in and out.
"Don't. Please. I'm sorry for what I did," Chris pleaded. Just then, Doug's finger found the teen's prostate and gently massaged it. Chris gasped and his free hand gripped Doug's shoulder as he threw his head back.
"Stop," he said, but this time his voice was unconvincing. Doug smiled, seeing the pleasure in the teen's eyes. He removed his finger and stood up. He quickly undid his belt and dropped his pants to the floor. Sitting down next to Chris, he slid the condom into place on his hard cock and squeezed some lubricant onto it.
"It's time for some real fun," he smiled. Chris shook his head, but his eyes were on Doug's hard manhood. "Raise yourself up, Chris," Doug said. When the teen didn't do as he said, Doug sighed.
"Do I have to remind you what I can do to your future, Chris? The guys in prison would be much less understanding than me."
Chris sighed and stood up from the couch as far as he could. Doug slid in beneath him and poised his cock against the raised asshole. "Sit," he commanded.
Chris hesitantly lowered himself a little, until Doug's cock was between his ass cheeks and pressing against his hole. He wouldn't go any farther, though, so Doug took hold of his hips and slowly pulled Chris down until the head of Doug's cock pushed past the ring of muscles.
"AH!" Chris cried out. "It hurts!"
"Shh..." Doug whispered. He pulled Chris down the rest of the way, until his entire cock was sheathed up Wolfe's stud ass. They remained in that position for a few minutes while Doug allowed Chris to get used to the feeling and let the pain of his first time ease. Once he felt Chris was ready, Doug began to push his ass up and then back down, building up a steady rhythm.
After a few moments, Doug smiled as Chris began to make the movements himself, without any help from the hot cop's hands. Soon the teen was bouncing up and down all on his own.
"Fuck that feels so good!" Chris shouted as the cock deep inside of him titillated his prostate over and over again.
"Ride me, straight boy," Doug moaned. Chris didn't need to be told as he bucked up and down, thrashing about wildly, one hand stroking his own huge cock.
"Oh fuck....I'm cumming!!" Chris shouted as the hot white cream began to flow out of his cock and drip down his hand. Despite cumming earlier in the day in Dawson's mouth, Chris pumped out the largest load he'd ever shot in his life.
"Eat your jizz, Chris.....lick it off your hand," Doug gasped. Despite the pleasure in his voice, it was clearly an order.
Chris didn't hesitate. He raised his hand to his mouth and licked off a large gob of his own juice. He swirled it around his mouth and then swallowed. His tongue quickly shot out for another taste.
Watching him, Doug smiled. Then, he gasped and began to grunt as he filled the condom with his own spunk. "Off," he ordered Chris when his breathing returned to normal. Chris stood part way and Doug's cock slid out of his ass.
Doug scooted over to the other side of the couch and Chris sat back down. "You've got one hell of a tight ass, Chris," he smiled. He watched as Chris finished the rest of the cum on his hand.
"I can't believe I just did all of that," Chris said in wonder. "And I liked it!" Doug smiled and pulled the condom off of his dick. He held it out towards Chris.
"What?" the teen asked, looking confused.
"You like yours so much. Try mine," Doug smiled. Chris looked reluctant, but he took the condom anyway. After another look at Doug, he tilted it up and watched as the cop's cum slid rapidly down, filling his mouth.
"Don't swallow!" Doug warned. Chris looked confused but held the cum in his mouth. Doug stood up and moved in front of his new lover. He brought his mouth to Chris's and darted his tongue inside. He sucked some of his cum into his own mouth and they shared it back and forth for a few seconds before both swallowed.
Doug reached over and unlocked the handcuffs. Chris began to rub his wrist and bent down to pull up his shorts. Doug pulled his uniform pants back on and looked at Chris curiously.
"You enjoyed that way too much. I was supposed to be scaring you into leaving the other guys alone," the cop smiled.
"I will leave them alone. But that was fucking incredible. I've never felt anything like it before. Damn, this changes everything. I guess I'm bisexual," Chris ruminated. Then he looked up at Doug.
"And what about you? This obviously wasn't police procedure," he said.
"No. It was personal. I don't like the way you were treating those guys. I know what it's like to be a gay teen," Doug replied.
"Can you drive me back?" Chris asked.
"Yeah. Still going to call that girl tonight?"
"Definitely. I'm hornier than ever now, and you've just fired my cocksuckers," Chris grinned. "I'm actually kind of glad he told you. I never though Dawson had the guts, though."
"DAWSON??"
Jack returned home from his shift at the Ice House feeling exhausted. What he really wanted to do was head to Dawson's and spend a few hours having some fun. But he knew he couldn't, not after all Dawson had said that morning. Hopefully after Dawson found out that Jack had taken care of the Chris situation, he'd agree to give their relationship another chance.
Jack had heard Pacey talking to Andie about his "Is he or Isn't He" brother several times. After thinking it over, Jack realized that an anonymous call to Doug Witter about the goings on with Chris Wolfe was probably the safest bet. Even if Doug wasn't gay, he'd probably still issue some kind of a warning to Chris that would scare him enough to stop. After all, Chris wouldn't want what had been happening to come out and ruin his reputation. Still, Jack wished he'd gotten more than that one chance to suck Chris's impressive cock.
Walking in the door, Jack found a note from Andie explaining that there'd been a minor emergency with a paper she was working on and that she'd gone to the library. Jack sighed and headed up the stairs.
As he passed Andie's door, he stopped in surprise. Pacey was lying on her bed, sound asleep. Jack walked into the room and stared down at Pacey for a few moments. He was definitely sexy, Jack reflected. And he looked so tempting, lying there asleep.
Pacey. The guy Dawson really wanted. The guy Jack suspected might be gay. If only he knew for sure! Then at least he'd know what he was up against: Just Dawson's feelings for Pacey, or feelings the two friends had for each other.
He had to find out if Pacey was gay, Jack decided. What better time than the present? Jack sat on the edge of the bed and reached forward. He very carefully unzipped Pacey's pants, trying hard not to wake him up. Once the zipper was down, he reached inside. His hand brushed against the fabric of Pacey's boxer shorts and quickly found the opening.
Pacey sighed in his sleep as Jack's hand wrapped around his soft cock and gently pulled it out and began to stroke it. Pacey's cock grew hard almost instantly in Jack's hand. After stroking it for a few minutes and watching Pacey carefully, Jack realized he was a heavy sleeper.
Smiling, Jack leaned forward and took Pacey's cock between his lips. Within seconds, Jack had swallowed the swollen prick up to it's base and his nose was buried in Pacey's pubic hair.
Pacey stirred a little in his sleep as Jack began to perform with his famed mouth. His hand softly touched the back of Jack's head and he sighed.
"MMM...Dawson?" Pacey asked, slowly opening his eyes and coming out of the dream he'd been having. Looking down, he saw Jack looking up at him intently, his mouth filled with Pacey's cock.
"Jack?? What the hell are you doing???"
#####Well, there is part 5. I think i'll leave you with a little cliffhanger. Keep those ideas coming, they're really great. Write to denvercarrington@hotmail.com. Thanks.