GM HighSchool;'Always

Always Copyright 2010 Simon Mac. All Rights Reserved.

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Disclaimer: All characters and locations appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental and the mention of the band Blink 182 is purely for connecting the lyrics of their song `Always' with the interpretation conveyed into this story and by no means implies that the band supports, encourages, dislikes or disapproves the story and its contents. All characters' ages within are above UK's legal age of consent even though no age is given directly in the story.

---Chapter 1---

Hello, my name is Tom. This is my story about my life got really messed up. Let's start at the beginning, shall we. I'm your typical skater boy. I have long, curly brown hair up to the neck that curls out towards the bottom like a paper fan. I like to wear shirts over tops and have a collection of baggy jeans. I'm not the type of skater boy who poses for girls and hoping to get laid by wearing skin tight jeans brandishing their feeble legs, no, that's not me, although their tight butts do give me the bone sometimes. Luckily my jeans are baggy, eh? I am of average build, not too thin but not fat either. I love to skate around. I hang around a few other skaters, pretty low profile at the back of the school concourse. Yes, I'm still at school. And yes I am very much gay. I found this out when I hung around the lads more than the girls. They just don't interest me, upstairs and downstairs. I haven't really told anyone that I'm gay; I felt that telling anyone would just give me unwanted stress.

My school is pretty much run-down, when you looked in the sky, you couldn't tell whether it was the clouds or the building. There is a wooden structure about two meters tall that stands close to the entrance of the concourse. This structure is a cut-out of a phoenix. The phoenix is red with yellow flames painted crudely about it. It seems to be the only color in this place.

My life was pretty ordinary this far into my youth until I met someone.

In any other normal circumstances, I doubt our paths would have ever crossed. I was in the library being bored since my skater mates were in class. I had decided to go somewhere quiet. There was the open area for the whole school to access, however there was a metal spiral staircase leading to a private study area. The librarians rarely went up there. I went up there and sat down at desk. I didn't plan on doing any revision or study, but I whipped out my notepad and began doodling. Not any sort of doodling which you might expect to doodle in a boring lesson like history, but I doodle pictures of naked boys. I first start drawing their fit bodies. Ensuring their stomachs are flat and their chests were curved perfectly. Then I would draw their cute faces. Sometimes I get the proportions messed up and have to draw over my outlines but this didn't bother me too much. This activity that I did alone got me horny. I would finish drawing their toned arms either crossed or folding towards their back to show their whole chest. I then drew the legs, harder to perfect, but necessary. And then I would draw the...

"Hey." A voice interrupted my drawing.

I looked up to see this cute boy with blonde highlights in his brown hair. His hair was short unlike mine. He looked back at me from his desk. I hadn't seen him when I came up. He must have been in deep study or I was too bored to notice.

"Do you have any paper?" He asked to a slightly bewildered self.

I wondered if he knew what I was doing. Even if he did, I couldn't say I didn't have any since I was clearly not drawing on the wooden desks.

"Erm, sure." I managed to squeeze out.

I quickly rolled over the first page with the naked boy without his privates and ripped out a blank page and moved towards the boy who was about 4 desks lengths away. It looked like he was doing mathematics. I pass him the paper.

"Thanks." I just stood there as I looked at his body shape. He body was quite muscular. His grey t-shirt seemed to hug his fit body.

"I'm Sam." He announced.

I look up from his chest to his face where he obviously knew I was looking at. He smiled ever so cutely.

"I'm Tom." I quickly replied and for unknown reason smiled back. "Well, I've got to... get ready to go to lessons, I'll catch you later."

I turned away and went down the spiral steps. I felt his eyes follow me. That's when I thought to myself... this was not the last I would be seeing him.

---Chapter 2---

The next incident happened at the school gym shower room. After basketball practice, I went into the shower room where only the brave enter whilst the wimpy kids avoided it. I went inside and checked whether there was anyone inside. The coast was clear. I whipped my towel off, submerged myself in the running water and started wiping the soap over my body. The hot water from the shower refreshed me as it sprayed over my head and splashed over my chest and shoulders. The water poured down my hair and water flowed over the features of my face. It drizzled down my flat chest, caressing my nipples as it flowed. It reached my pubic hair before bouncing off my dick. It instantly made me hard. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation. I rubbed the soap around my balls, which frothed into a white bubbly cream. I began stroking the length of my dick. It was getting really hard. I stroked my dick and wrapped the soap around it like as if I was turning a motorbike to accelerate. Over my shaft and under my... it dropped and I kneeled down to pick it up...

To my surprise, someone was standing in front of me. The feet had signs of an athletic foot. I looked up. The legs sprouted a few hairs, they remind me of legs of the football lads but they weren't as long. They were delicate and beautiful. I looked up and saw something stare back at me. It was a semi-flaccid and it was as if it was watching me, slightly twitching and growing as I looked. I finally looked to see who it was...

His chest was flat with early indications of a 6-pack. His nipples were small, round and hard, I felt the urge to grab them and lick them. His hair was wet; I could barely recognize the blonde highlights in his hair. He looked amazing. My erect member seemed to agree also. He smiled at me which made small, cute dimples appear on his cheeks. Sam was beautiful.

What seemed like ages was only a few seconds as I realized the position I was in. I stood up, quite unnerved by this encounter. My erection followed me up and became more perpendicular. I couldn't tell earlier when I met him in the library but he was taller than me. We stood there with the water from the shower splashing hot radiance over our bodies. I could stand here all day and enjoy every second of it. I wondered if he was gay. He didn't seem to be the quickie shower type who ignores all the nude boys around him. Nor did he seem to be the over-zealous man handler type who would whip other boy's asses and intimidate their penis sizes. His smile comforted me. It was as if he wanted what I wanted. He must be gay I thought to myself. My hand rose from my side and reached for his...

"Hey!" Tom spun around as a tremendous slap on the Tom's rear echoed sharply in the small shower room. Speak of the devil. The over-zealous man handler had arrived.

"What's up ladies?" He bellowed. This guy was quite hugely built, muscular arms and legs but not the sort of guy I'm into. I turned back to showering, attempting to avoid confrontation about my hard dick in such a situation.

"Hah, good match wasn't it Andrew?" Tom replied, quite shell-shocked himself, as he rubbed his raw cheek.

I decided to leave after rinsing all the soap from me. However, before I was able to leave without a problem, the problem seemed to realize it was not doing its job right and decided to show itself up.

"Hey, it's the kid who likes to grab balls. Wouldn't you prefer to kick them, sissy boy?" He laughed mockingly. "And look! He's got a boner! What a queer!" He laughed hysterically.

"Fuck this." I replied sharply. This was my cue to leave. I still had some soap in my hair and my pubes.

"You would like that wouldn't you." He had to have the last say. I saw

Sam's eyes follow me out. Again, but this time I felt as if he was looking at my butt. Nonetheless, I was outta there. I felt the moment ruined and my dick agreed also.

It seemed most of the other boys were already leaving, the boys who'd rather spray on some deodorant than expose their little willies. The changing room reeked of deodorant and sweat or sweat covered in deodorant. Soon I was the only one left. I sat down on the wooden bench which followed the perimeter of the walls. I watched the tiled entrance to the shower room. I half-expected or half-wanted Sam to follow but remembering that my chances could be half as well, I decided I shouldn't wait. I dried myself quickly and put on my clothes and left.

The next time I saw Sam was in the concourse. I was skating with my mates and he approached me. He was holding a pad of paper.

"Thanks for lending me the paper the other day." He opened the cover and ripped some paper from its binding. He handed it over. I took it a bit confused. "See ya around." He said and he walked away.

I held the sheets in my hand. It looked like he gave me two pieces, how generous, I thought. My fingers split them apart and on the second sheet was a written message. It said: `Meet me at the phoenix after school.' The message also had this cute doodle of a naked boy with his member erect. Next to the doodle, he wrote "This one has a penis, try not to push your pen down so hard next time!" and a smiley face. I blushed and pulled my cap down to cover it. I folded both sheets twice together into a quarter the size and put them in my pocket. I went back to skating with my mind occupied.

---Chapter 3---

There we were walking through a brightly colored street which consisted of flashing advertisement and shop names. I did meet Sam at the phoenix after school. We kinda stood there until he broke the silence. He told me that he wanted to take me to a place in Skyway Avenue in the city, a place where we could have privacy. And now here we were. The aroma of food which flowed from various restaurants flew into my nose. It made me hungry.

"Did you have anything to eat?" He asked me.

"Nope." I replied bluntly.

"Follow me." I followed him to a hot dog stand. He bought two, one for him and one for me. I took it and began devouring it. I watched Sam and he watched me as he bit into his really slowly. He licked seductively down the length of the sausage inside, all the while making sure I was watching. I stopped eating mine. I was too busy getting hard. Then he smiled and ate his hot dog as normal. I managed to smile back and continued devouring mine cautiously in case he wanted to tease me again.

After we finished eating our hot dogs, he led me to a place quite away from the organized chaos of the street and inside it seemed bright, clear and clean. He had taken me to a sauna. He paid for it, although I tried to offer but he politely declined. I hadn't been to a sauna before. He took me through the steps. We took the complimentary towels provided to us. We went into the changing rooms and he told me to take off everything. Sam seemed to know what he was doing so I began undressing. I watched him and he watched me. He smiled, so cutely. We wrapped the towels around our waists over our semi-hard dicks and went to put our stuff in a locker.

We went in an empty sauna room which had wooden walls and a wooden bench which followed the perimeter of the room. There was some sort of table in the middle that looked like it was for laying down for massages I guessed. We sat down on the wooden bench. It was hot. I guess that was the whole point. Sweat began perspiring on my forehead and my hair was starting to become slick. Sam was sweating but his hair was shorter so it did not look as sweaty. I looked at his chest. The sweat made him look more toned.

My dick rose from under my towel. I couldn't help it. Sam looked at me with curious eyes and a slight smirk on his face. He slid closer to me and his lips closed the gap. I closed my eyes and we made contact. I've only ever practiced kissing my arm and I had to admit, this was way better. I opened my eyes and Sam was also enjoying this as much as I was. I reached behind his head with my right hand. My fingers rummaging through his hair until it found the optimum spot to gently pull him closer to make the kisses hard and intense. My left hand gently touched his right arm and then held onto his shoulder. He opened his eyes as if I had disrupted his fantasy but then his hands began their mission to caress me. It left hand went behind my back and stroked my back muscles. His right hand gripped the left of my chest then went onto stroking my abs. He closed his eyes again. So did I. My dick was growing with the sensation I was receiving. Our lips did not give up. I felt his tongue searching for mine and I greeted it. He tasted like hot dog, but that made sense.

His right hand slipped down my abs, penetrating the towel, across my pubes and grasped my hard-on. He slowly wanked me up and down. I moaned with pleasure and it vibrated our kissing. It felt good. I decided to give him the same pleasure. My left hand slowly caressed him arm, I felt his muscles flex as he was wanking me, and realized I wasn't able to reach his without it disrupting his hand on mine; which was giving me a rock hard erection, I felt the orgasm arising, I had to prevent this from happening. His beautiful love-stick was hidden under the towel so I really wanted to see it again after the shower room incident. I used my left hand to gently push his right shoulder back and this made his right hand loosen its grip from my shaft. Our lips clung on until they departed and we looked into each other's eyes, gazing into each other wondering whether this was a dream or if in fact it was reality.

I used my hands to indicate to his arms that I wanted control by pushing his arms down to his sides, I moved over to the front of him as he sat quite innocently but invitingly. I had my fingers gripped at the top of his towel and pulled them off his muscular legs. I saw his dick held down by the towel and as the towel passed over the head of his dick, it sprung up and almost hit me in the eye. It was huge. It was about 6 inches long, comparing himself with my average 5 inch dick. I looked up to his eyes and he stared back down, smiling cutely back, I loved his smile and it was a sign to go down on him. I put my hands on the bench by the sides of his legs and opened my mouth. My lips consumed the head of his member. I had never quite imagined the sensation of having a boy's dick in my mouth. I pushed my head down on his dick, consuming the length with my mouth. I gripped his dick to prevent it moving with my left hand and I went further down. He moaned in pleasure. My own dick grew impatient below but I ignored it. My head was bobbing up and down on Sam's meat in conjunction; my black, curly fringe tickled his abs as I went down. The mix of my saliva and sweat made his dick glisten in the light. I used my right hand to remove Sam's towel and his balls were huge. I was invigorated with a new mission to get Sam to cum in my mouth. Sam's breathing grew harder and longer, his monster of a dick doing the same. I found it hard to keep him in my mouth. I could barely keep four inches in me without his dick-head intruding my throat, in which I would rise up again; I had doubts to whether I could take his full length in without choking. Sam seemed eager to have it in my throat too as he grasped my brown curls and pushed me down. This made the motion to suck him off slower and I allowed him to push his dick-head into my throat, trying really hard not to choke. It did go in and I felt his dick pulse as if he was about to cum but being such a rookie, I choked and his dick quickly retreated from my mouth. I regretted deeply that this was going to end so abrupt. My dick lost its guard and became semi-flaccid. His dick looked alright and there was a hint of pre-cum leaking from the slit. I looked up to Sam who stared back. The smile was gone but his eyes didn't shun me.

"It's ok" He chuckled, breathlessly, and he managed to smile a re-assuring smile, which I needed for this to continue and end pleasurably. I could taste a miniscule amount of his pre-cum. It tasted sweet. "I was pushing too hard. Stand up." He ordered me and I stood up happy that he wasn't too upset that I couldn't deep-throat him long enough to cum.

My towel clung for dear life as if it did not want to fall. It had loosened when Sam was jerking me off. And now it clung on to my semi-flaccid member. My pubes protruded above the towel line trying to savor as much air as possible in the hot atmosphere. My abs was slick with sweat and the light made its reflection ambient and heavenly like to look at. Sam looked at me as well. His hard-on not letting go of any of its hard hormones still pointed up, as if it were pointing at me. Sam's eyes followed mine and he saw me staring hungrily for his dick. He looked at me and shook his head with and smiled. He bent forward and he moved his closer to my towel. My dick grew with this sudden action from Sam. Sam pulled the towel off suddenly and my dick grew mad with excitement and flung straight up and became horizontal. My balls in comparison were less filled than Sam's, as I enjoy jerking in my free-time. Sam's left hand grabbed them firmly and began massaging between his fingers, all the while making my dick point to the ceiling. Then I felt something moist, his mouth had taken my dick-head in. It was warm in contrast to the hot sauna. It was wet in contrast to the sweat. And both together wrecked havoc to my body. My abs tensed and my dick hardened. This felt great. My hands would never compare to a wet, warm mouth. I longed for more and Sam gave it. He began sucking my shaft, up and down my length, which still was sticking it to the sky. My hands sought to rub the muscles of his back, stroking his muscles, to encourage Sam to continue the suction upon my member. His cheek bulged and I felt it rub against my abs. The thought of his cheek being the separator of my dick to my abs made me pant with pleasure. I looked down at his slick blonde highlights in his brown hair as it rose and fell on my dick. It made me even harder. I was getting close to cumming. Sam then teased me by licking the under-length hard, pushing it against my pubes. His tongue was broad and licked as if it were a flat ice-pop. It did wonders to my dick. I felt pre-cum juice leak from my slit. I moaned heavily as it drizzled down my dick and Sam saw it like an eagle to its prey, he swooped his mouth over the bud and went down hard. His left hand still playing a never-ending tune on my balls, taunting my soldiers to come out from their sac-tents and to shoot into enemy territory, or should I say friendly territory, really friendly territory. His lips slid down to my hilt and his nose nuzzled into my pubes. I felt that my dick was about to explode there and then, deep in his throat. He rose and my dick-head relaxed now that is was in a slightly larger confinement, although not much. Then it popped out of his mouth and he pushed it down with his lips and began licking the top of my dick, pushing it down to a horizontal position, although it really wanted to be up and proud. I let out a long moan, indicating I was close to climax. Sam stopped. I panicked and opened my eyes. Did I do something wrong? I looked down and he got up. Our eyes met and it seemed he had something else on his mind and as if by reading my mind he said:

"I don't want you to cum... yet." He smiled and he bent over and placed his towel so that it covered an amount of the surface of the wooden bench, in which he was satisfied to leave it alone. He turned to me and put his hands on my shoulder, urging me to sit on his towel. I did. My eyes were looking directly to his nipples. His pre-6-pack abs taunted me to stroke them, lick them, and enjoy them for that purpose.

He bent closer to me and with his hands he groped underneath my legs. It made me instantly erect as he massaged the nerves that told my dick that the groping felt good. Then with his hands near my ankles he lifted my legs up and pulled me gently. I felt the towel underneath me move and found my back was now parallel to the wooden bench. The bench allowed enough room for my back to lay on it; however my head was folded over my chest as if I were in a hot bath, trying not to get my head soaked. I felt vulnerable in this position. Sam slithered his hands and from my calves to my thighs and now pushed the top of my thighs against my abs, exposing my hole to the sauna heat. His dick seemed to enjoy the sight and was growing back ever faster. My dick was hard against my chest and my balls were close to exploding.

I've never had such a sexual experience with anyone in my life. I believed that Sam intended to fuck me rawly in my asshole. I continuously looked at his face, glancing past his beautiful chest and at the hungry monster that eyes my butthole. He held his left hand on my thigh whilst his right reached over to a small compartment in the wooden pines. He retrieved a condom packet, and with his teeth and his right hand he ripped it open along the jagged each. He then had to remove his left hand and use both hands to roll the condom over his dick-head and along his length. My legs seemed to be fixed in position as they did not fall back down or rather they were eager for Sam to enter my butt and feel the vibrations against them.

I watched Sam roll up the condom ring up to his pubes. He looked at me to see if I was ready. I looked back with no regret or shame and nodded a small nod to say I was ready. Then he moved closer, braced my under-thighs and moved his pelvis towards my hole. The head of his dick pushed against my virgin hole. My hole didn't want him in or rather did not know what to make of this new invader. Sam pushed and more of his head was squeezing in. I whelped at the pressure it caused on my hole, it felt like a reverse-shit. Instead of leaving my hole it was trying to get in. Then his dick-head was in, only the head, it seemed too much already for me to handle. My hole kinda relaxed for that split-moment as it knew the worse was over. Sam's head had popped inside me like somebody saying hello from around the corner with just their head showing. Soon that somebody would show themselves from around the corner to reveal who they were. Sam pushed his pelvis and more of his dick slid inside my hole. The lubricated condom did help ease the monster in. I held my breath as he pushed further in me. My hole consuming his length deeper inside me and then Sam suddenly pushed right in as I felt his ball-sac slap my butt and I felt his pubes touch my scrotum.

"Oooooh my god!" I screamed. The air I had conserved by holding my breath whooshed out of me. The pain was excruciating but it gave me pleasure to see Sam's face fill up with pleasure. He pulled his length out but only to the where the dick-head was about to leave. He didn't want to prolong the pleasure by popping out. He pushed in and out his length and began a constant rhythm. His balls slapping against my butt and my dick was rocking hard and slapped my chest repeatedly like a percussion of a song. Our breathing synchronized like a pendulum as our breaths became short bursts of air, moaning in pleasure. The pain subsided but decided to linger in the background. That somebody I mentioned was now jumping in and out of the door frame, constantly saying hello, goodbye, hello, and goodbye.

I was mesmerized by the dick sliding in and out of me. I stared as it enjoyed being inside me and wanting to go back in for more like a kid at a water-park, wanting to go on it again. Sweat dripped from Sam's hair onto my already wet dick. I feel that Sam's dick was getting harder as my hole squeezed on him. Then I felt his dick-head grow and pulse inside me. It wanted to explode, but being confined in the condom it was eager to try to escape as if it were knocking on the walls of my insides. My own dick began to leak.

"Oooooooooooh!" The sperm flew. The first soldiers shot high and proud and got me in the face near my nose. The rest of the boot-camp flooded over my chest, over my nipples and over my abs. The adventurous ones dove down into my belly button.

All the while Sam finally exploded and I felt his dick-head pulse like a maniac in a strap-jacket, trying to escape. I didn't feel any cum in my insides but I was sure that the condom would be filled with Sam's soldiers. Sam collapsed over me, still in me, and began kissing me heavily on my lips. He seemed to notice the cum near my nose and it drizzled down, his nose tip felt it and he removed his lips from mine. Rose a little, stuck out his tongue and scooped the cum on his tongue. He then resumed to my lips, feeding my tongue with my own cum. I closed my eyes as I kissed and swallowed my cum. It didn't taste sweet. It tasted like nothing really. Sam's dick had finally become semi-flaccid as my insides seemed to win the battle inside and was pushing the invader out. Sam couldn't but help to keep it in and it soon just flopped out, exhausted. That somebody who had come in to say hello and goodbye over and over had finally given a handshake and left. My legs started to fall back over the edge of the bench. Sam still kissing me hard, it was heavenly. I just wanted to fall asleep there with Sam and never wake up. My balls were swelling. They had sent every soldier available. The children of the soldiers are left behind, for they will grow up to be soldiers one day and enter the same perilous

mission as the ones before them.

After minutes of kissing, our lips grew tired and ached. Sam got his hands to prop himself up. Then held my back and lifted me up. We stood, sweaty and exhausted, and Sam pushed us closer. My cum still flowing slowly down my chest. His right hand reached in front and scooped up my cum with the index finger. He then ate my cum in front of me, knowing I was watching. His wet finger left his mouth and he smiled.

"What do I taste like?" I asked, enchanted by this siren of love. I stared longingly into his eyes.

"Sweet." He smiled his wondrous smile. I didn't think I tasted sweet. Perhaps it's like when people say you smell and you can't smell what they're smelling. Maybe it's like that.

"What do I taste like?" He asked invitingly by pushing out his pelvis.

"Oh from my research, you taste sweet as well." I replied smiling. "However, I need to confirm my hypothesis." I kneeled down. I peeled the cum-filled condom still dangling on his member and the cum slid along his flaccid length. His cum shone white reflections from the lighting and I consumed his flaccid member into darkness.

Sam looked down and watched me with admiration.

"Promise me that this will be our special place." He said.

I nodded below him and I gobbled his dick in my mouth. He tasted ever so sweet. I felt a pulse from his dick. As if it was growing. I looked up at him and smiled.

---Chapter 4---

Sam and I grew close and these sessions in the sauna became quite frequent. Sam started to hang around with my friends at school, although he was quite a geek on the inside, he did try to get to know me and my skater lifestyle more. I wondered whether I should start paying attention to classes but decided that the idea should be put back in the box of crazy ideas. It makes more sense that Sam related to me than I did to him. So I decided to pop the question. I asked Sam to come with me to the rock gig where some of the best bands were going to play. He said yes. This made me blush and I pulled my cap down to hide it. I had finally had someone to share my experiences with. I'm sure he would have a blasting good time.

Since our tickets had us in the standing area at the bottom of the stadium, we had to get there early. Upon my head, I wore a beanie cap that had a skull stitched to the side. I was wearing my black and grey gothic-looking t-shirt which had amongst its dark design the words "Strength and Honor" printed on the back. It was tight against my chest which as an elaborate attempt to present my flat chest. I was also wearing tight blue jeans for a change. My outfit in contrast to my baggy outfit was crucial in this time and this place. If I wore my baggy clothes, I would be dragged around in the crowd and there was more surface area to be tossed around in. With the skinny outfit I would be able to dodge the projectiles of beer and piss and be able to slip through easier through the crowds as it does get hectic on the dance floor if I could even call it that. Besides, I wanted to show off my body to all the think-alike boys out there and even be able to get some action. Sam being a gig-virgin wore a plain black shirt and regular black jeans. At least he tried, I guess, nevertheless we were going to have a rock like hell.

When we arrived I saw the fans linger outside drinking alcohol and eating hotdogs and burgers. There were stalls selling merchandise such as t-shirts, hoodies and bags of my favorite band. We went to the stall and I felt my mind get a boner of excitement. I wanted the t-shirt with the best print. They usually had the tour cities on the back. Sam comes to my side.

"Pick one, it's on me." I looked at him to see if the offer was genuine. The smile I received confirmed it. Considering that the t-shirts were £20 a pop, I felt like I was a prince being offered a free stallion to ride. I was spoilt for choice. I couldn't decide between two really good prints. One print had a picture of an emo-ish guy kissing a shorter emo-ish girl but you couldn't tell that the girl was a girl from far away. That attracted me to that print. It looked hot even if it was a girl. The other print had a silhouette of the band and cartoon faces. It looked cute and would definitely be worth owning. I turned to Sam who was examining the hustle and bustle of the fans eager to purchase a memory.

"Which one do you think I should get? This one," I pointed to the emo-kiss print. "or that one?" I pointed to the band cartoon.

"Hmm, I'd say the one with the guy kissing the other guy." I didn't want to correct him as he was buying it for me and I liked his thinking.

"Why?" I asked curious for a reason.

"Well, it reminds me of us." He smiled and wrapped his left arm over my shoulder and pecked me on the cheek. Even though it was quick, it made my cheeks go rosy red with embarrassment

"Ewww." I kidded as I wiped the wetness off my cheek and smiled back. "I guess I'll take that one please kind sir."

We gave our tickets and entered the huge stadium. The amount of seats could fit thousands of people and the standing area I knew would contain just as much of us like little ants heaping on each other to reach the queen ant, the stage. We could see the stage on the far side from us. The standing area was covered with grey platforms connected together like a jigsaw. Even though the bands weren't going to be playing until an hour or two had passed, I was eager to get as close to the stage as possible. I slithered my way past fans that had beers in their hands or fans on the floor who wanted to keep their space. I thought that their efforts would go unheeded when the music starts, it will get mental. I saw Sam lag behind so I grabbed his wrist and dragged him with me. He seemed to be in shock or perhaps awe and the sheer volume of the stadium and how the seats were slowly becoming packed with like-minded people. I had finally found a suitable spot close to the stage and we stopped. I looked at Sam and his eyes seemed to be floating all over the place. I smiled. This was perfect. I was with my partner in a place I wanted to be.

"Hey guys, you're taking my spot." A petite voice almost came from nowhere. I looked down to see a young boy sitting on the grey platform near our feet. The boy had spiky, short, blonde hair that seemed to be gelled into place. His hair was even shorter along the sides of his head. The hairstyle reminded me of punks who brandish pink Mohawks, except this boy's was his natural hair color and the width of the Mohawk was wider. His face was a cute little face, there were no blemishes or acne like you would expect from teenagers. His skin was perfect and I bet it was smooth to touch. He wore a loose vest like the ones basketball players wear, it was white and loose. Since I had a birds-eye view I could see under his neck and into his vest. His body was petit and his little nipples erect. From this view I could see that his abs was crunched and I was amazed to see that he had a ripped chest. He wore some skinny combat shorts that came to his calves. His calves were toned well. He got up. He bent over. His butt was in perfect proportion He picked up a cup tray, like the ones you get at fast food joints, which had four cups of alcohol in it. One of which was half drunk. Then he rose.

"The floor was getting too hard for me to sit on, anyway." He said as he used his right hand, whilst balancing the drinks with his left, to rub his bottom so blood could flow properly once more. He looked at me then at Sam and he sort of nodded in approval.

"So you guys big fans?" His voice was slightly squeaky, as if he hadn't hit puberty.

"I am." I proudly announced. "But my friend is new to this, it's his first time."

"Ah, a virgin." The boy said. "Well, I've been to quite a few myself."

"You look really young to be a devoted fan. How old are you exactly?" I asked curious.

He was two years younger than me. Sam was one year older than me.

"Anyway, my name is Trent. You guys fancy a drink?" He lifted up his tray.

"Sure." I took a drink from the tray. Sam took one too.

We stood there waiting for the bands to come on. Drinking the alcoholic beer seemed to pass the time. Trent had finished his half-cup and was now on his second. It was getting more crowded as more people came from behind. Those sitting on the floor, stood up afraid they might get trampled and forgotten. Finally, the show began with a starter band. The starter band was a less famous band playing their songs to get recognized and attempting to recruit fans to buy their stuff. They weren't too bad but I was growing tired of waiting. I wanted to see the good stuff. I finished my beer. Sam still had his; he seemed to be sipping it slowly. Trent saw that I had finished and downed his last beer in one swift gulp. I saw his Adam's apple ripple as the beer slithered down his throat. He finished and threw the cup on the floor.

"Looks like we need another round of drinks for my new friend Tom. Sam you ok?" Sam nodded. "Ok, I'll be back" Trent looked at me and smiled. A cute but strangely inquisitive smile. Trent disappeared into the crowd.

Finally, it was time. The crowd was wild, chanting together "Blink 182. Blink 182." I joined them, raising my hands in the air as if pointing to the stage to open up and give us what we want. The lights of the stage were out and liquid nitrogen was seeping across the floor. Trent finally came back, it seemed ages since he had left. He had two beers in his hand. Sam had long finished his and was still holding the empty cup.

I was too entranced in the chanting to notice when Trent drugged me.

Trent used his teeth of his small mouth to grip the edge of the plastic cup, freeing up his right hand. He then reached into his combats and produced a plastic packet containing pills. He took two out and plopped one in each cup. The pill sizzled and shrunk. It soon became camouflaged by the bubbles of the beer. Sam saw Trent do this and became alert to Trent's intention. I turned around to see Trent with the drinks and I grabbed one and took a gulp of it.

"Cheers Trent." I thanked gratefully. The beer did wonders to my nerves and I was ready to rock. Before I could turn back to the stage, Sam held my arm and tried to say something but that's when a huge roar from the crowd told me that Blink 182 was now on stage. I turned and raised my free hand to reach for the open night sky. Even Trent was jumping up and down, like a fish squirming to be free, his free hand in the air, some of his beer splashed out of the cup. Everyone had their hands in their air. Everyone except Sam.

The music started to echo across the stadium. The acoustic beat forcing everyone to jump in the air. I quickly finished my beer to prevent spillage and to free up my hand. Then began the mayhem that I had expected to happen; I loved it. It first begins with everyone from the behind pushing forward to the stage. The people who had camped out at the front to save their position close to the stage would soon find out that this was to their folly. They would be pushed forward against the metal rails and lose their footing on their ideal position. Larger guys would push forward, trying to steal a closer spot, squashing all the feeble. Quite suddenly the crowd was moving. There would be those trying to move forward and there would be those who would push backwards as they were just too cramped at the front. I was instantly man-handled by the crowd and I lost Sam in the mayhem. I was sure that I'd be able to find him either during or after the gig so I didn't worry about it. I was in really high mood. Trent being small squirmed through and managed to get to me. The music rocked and I decided to ignore the pushing and jumped up and down. Quite frankly I was really hyper and didn't know at the time. My tight clothing's purpose was now in motion. It allowed me to rub myself against the youthful boys. The good-looking skaters, emos, punks and twinks. For some reason, I got instantly hard rubbing myself up against a teenager with blonde mop style hair. I was loving it.

After a while, the gig-virgins probably got used to the pushing and probably learnt how to push back or join in. It got incredibly hot even though the night sky above indicated a cold front. However with all the boys panting, sweating, jumping, and pushing, we seemed to be like a pack of penguins huddled together, creating warmth, but instead we were creating heat and sweat.

Trent was still with me. Enjoying the music as much as I was. Enjoying the friction with other boys I weren't too sure. Boy, those sitting on the seats of the stadium were really missing out. In the standing area where everything was going on, we were a unity of boys, moving as one. Trent surprised me by squirming his small body in front of me when I was still jumping to the beat, waving my hand in the wave of hands. I didn't have a care in the world. The music was loud and it was like my heart wanted to jump out of my chest. This gig has got to be the wildest I've ever seen and the wildest I've ever been. It was so crowded. My chest seemed to be attached to Trent's back. I could feel the sweat on his back mingle with the sweat on my chest even through his vest and my t-shirt. I had a raging erection, pushing against my tight jeans. Having Trent, this boy wonder in front of it did not help but agonize me into a sexual frenzy. I rubbed my pelvis against his perfect buns. He seemed to push back into my pelvis, agonizing me even more. I could smell his young boy odor. It was like an aphrodisiac as it drove me crazy. I wanted to fuck Trent there and then. I bent my head over his neck and sucked and kissed his neck and under-jaw, his chin rose to point upwards. I wanted to eat the smell off his neck. I nibbled on his flesh and he gasped at my ferocity. My hands lowered and invaded the sides of his loose vest, allowing me to grab his boy nipples and twist them with lust. He cried aloud but it was quiet compared to the music and the singing from both the band and the fans. If anyone saw me dry-humping, eating, or twisting this boy wonder and negative thoughts arose from their minds, I didn't care. I was in my own world now, where the only people in it were me and Trent. The pushing would only help me in my plight. This boy was mine and no one else's. Then quite suddenly, I moaned into Trent's ear and I was nibbled on it. I jizzed in my pants, I felt pulse after pulse of cum leaving my dick but getting caught into the fabric of my pants and restricted from escape by my jeans. I've got to admit that this has never happened before. I've never jizzed at a gig although I've been close. Today was the first time I did jizz and I jizzed a lot. It was probably due to my senses being whacked over by the ecstasy that Trent put in my drink. What I don't know won't hurt me, will it?

It begins with a small group of boys pushing forward. Then the receiving boys push back. If there is competition, a group forms and they begin to push each other deliberately. Soon a circle forms as they push it open to give them more room to push around. A small circle becomes a large circle. Those inside the circle are sharks. Those outside are shoals of fish who want to stay out of the circle of sharks. Sometimes a fish is pushed in by their own panicking shoal and the sharks devour it. People not wanting to get in pushed away from the centre where the only boys with great bravado stood their ground, willing to push back. Those who were in the seats of the stadium would see these circles forming and perhaps they thought themselves lucky but these circles weren't as vicious as they might have thought. Even though the pushing was quite unexpected or unwanted, it was done so in a friendly manner. As if it was a side game that the boys can play whilst listening to the raving music. And if someone did fall, they would help them back up. My past experiences, I had not jumped into the fray. My bravado was not sufficient for entry level into the circle. I usually watched as the boys play around in the circle. If the action gets to its peak, you could see the young, cute boys strip their tops off and the game becomes a topless battle of sweat. It made me hard just to see the boys wrestle with their flat chests. Some having ripped abs, some didn't. They were mainly teenagers, although you do get your occasional macho-dominant male who was muscular and overpowered the young ones. The young ones would attempt to jump onto the dominant male and be swung around by his huge muscles. If anyone did get injured or if they faint, they would be lifted to the nearest staff-manned rail and carried out for checks or fresh air.

The mayhem initiated. One such circle began its vicious cycle behind us. Rapidly, the people behind us were getting consumed. Those around me quickly decided whether they were men or mice, whether they were sharks or fish. Trent saw the circle forming and his eyes lit up.

"Hell yeah!" He screamed to be heard over the music and the panic. He squirmed to be free in the circle. It was a fact that it was cooler in the circle due to the free space stolen from the people around. Trent circled around, side-stepping with his arms out, as if taunting the other sharks to wrestle with him. I remained at the side watching. This time, I still doubted my bravado level. Although there was a little boy inside me, urging me to go in, to have some fun. Trent wrestled with another boy who was as young as he. This other boy was as ripped and muscular as Trent. He was already topless and the little muscles of his back flexed as he tried overpowering Trent. The other boy had got his arm over Trent's back, wrapping around to Trent's chest. This locked Trent from getting out or up as the other boy held his grip and pushed down. Trent was bent over with his butt waving in front of me. Their struggle moved closer to me and Trent's butt by luck moved towards me and it clashed into my pelvis. I thought my hard-on almost snapped by the impact. This forced me into the crowd behind. They pushed back and I was thrown into the fray, stumbling into the circle against my own will. A dominant male saw me as I was on all fours, trying to get my footing. He looked at my ass in my tight jeans. He wanted to dominate me. He ignored two young boys, gripping his arms and pushing against his back, and went directly to me. Trent was still in the lock. He pushed backwards and the other boy's grip still held on but instead it moved Trent's vest. As Trent maneuvered back out of the grip, his boy abs was exposed as he pulled outwards away from the other boys grip. This maneuver gave the other boy a better grip around Trent's neck. Trent's vest was caught around his neck, his youthful body exposed to the cold air. I thought he probably made it worse for himself as he struggled to get out. He did have more mobility with his arms now as he gripped the other boy's sides and tried to push him away. The other boy's grip was still strong. I could see that both our situations left us dominated. As the hulk closed in, his huge arms were about to grab me around my chest. He could quite possibly rape me if he so wished. I looked so feeble and vulnerable. Just about when I thought my life was over, I looked up to see Trent. He saw my eyes, which were probably saying good bye. What happened next amazed me in awe. Trent saw that I was in peril. He wrapped his arms around the other boy's skinny chest and lifted him above his shoulder. The other boy gripped on still, trying not to fall. With the boy on his shoulder, Trent ran towards me, somewhat sluggish due to his weight load. I saw his boy muscles of his chest flex beautifully. He had a ripped 6-pack. It was as if someone had stacked bricks and then painted a layer of flesh. The lines of his 6-pack were well defined. I wanted to use my tongue and like the lines of his packs. He charged and using the other boy like a battering ram, he knocked into the hulk and the hulk was knocked aside. The other boy lost his grip and fell with his back to the floor. In his last attempts he grabbed for anything to hold on to. He got Trent's vest and as he fell he pulled on it to ease his fall. It ripped and half of Trent's vest lay on his shoulder. He grabbed my hand and helped me up. There was a thud as the other boy hit the ground. We both looked at him and he seemed ok as his eyes looked directly into the sky. I could see his boy chest heaving up and down which signified that he was still breathing. Trent led me away through the initial ring of people watching the chaos. The hulk saw me go but decided to help the other boy up. My vision of them was covered as the ring of people closed behind us.

We found a less crowded area and we panted; Trent with exhaustion and myself with a mixture of exhilaration and fear. My eyes were all over the place. The ecstasy of the situation beat heavily on my heart beat and I could barely breathe. I looked at Trent and was thankful for his divine intervention. I was tired. The music was still beating down on the ravenous crowd and giving our hearts an extra beat. My beautiful savior looked at me, more exhausted than me and for a good reason. I reached out and wrapped my around him. I didn't care if anyone eyed at us strangely. I felt his heartbeat against my chest. He probably felt mine too. This was my boy wonder, I held him dearly, as my lips fell on his lips. It reminded me of that print on the t-shirt. Speaking of which, I took out the t-shirt which had hung from my waist as I had found nowhere safe to put it. I let Trent wear it as he had lost his vest helping me. He slid the brand new t-shirt over his sweaty body. I was reluctant to see his beautiful chest go but I felt I needed to care for Trent, like he cared for me. We looked to the stage. My left arm wrapped over his shoulder. I felt a smaller arm wrap around my back. It was bliss.

After the gig finished, the crowds began to leave. I was tip-toeing trying to spot Sam in the crowd. Trent was next to me. It was late now and the cold air touched out skin. It kinda made me miss the hotness the reveled here just moments ago. Trent held my left arm in his arms, hugging it and not wanting to let go. I guess it kept our exposed arms warmer. There were plastic cups and disposable consumables all over the grey platforms. Liquids gave some areas a strange stain as you couldn't tell whether it was beer or piss. Piss being a suspect as people deep in the crowd did not want to go to the toilet; instead they would piss in their cups and toss them into the crowd. I was subject to a few splatters during the gig. I hoped that it was beer. As I overheard some gig-virgins who were just as young as Trent saying that the gig was fucking awesome. I just nodded my head in agreement. Sam found us as we stood there. The look on Sam's face was not as I quite remember it. He looked angry.

"Where the fuck was you!?" He was definitely pissed off.

"We got lost when everyone started pushing." I replied slightly unnerved by his tone of voice. I've never seen Sam like this.

"You found this little twat, that's for sure."

"He found me." I argued, trying to be righteous.

"Well why didn't you try find me in the fucking mosh pit?"

"I thought you'd be ok and it looks like you're..."

"I tried looking for you." Sam interrupted. He looked at Trent who was still wrapped on my left arm. His eyes widened with realization. "What's he doing wearing my gift for you?"

"His vest got ripped..."

"Yeah, by fucking who Tom!?"

"By some idiot in the pit." Sam was getting more pissed, I could see it in the way he started getting fidgety.

"Yeah, no shit." It sounded like he was accusing me.

"Look Sam, don't take this the wrong way..."

"Shut the fuck up. Tom, I don't believe you'd pick some little twat over me. I saw him slip a pill in your drink but you were none the wiser. I tried to warn you but you ignored me." I suddenly realized why I had been so crazed and hyper and I looked at Trent to see his eyes. I felt betrayed but it was kind of OK, since it made the gig a whole much better. I wanted to salvage the situation but I didn't want to lose either of them.

"Fuck! I only came to this shithole for you and for the entire time you've been with this little whore."

"Sam, get a hold of yourself. I've never seen you like this."

"What!? Never seen me angry!? Why shouldn't I be? I really thought you and I had something real special. I don't know but I'm not feeling all that great to be honest." He was getting emotional.

A black security guard and a heavily built skinhead with and earpiece came up to us.

"Sorry lads. You have to leave for the cleaning crew to do their job."

"Fuck it. I'm leaving." Sam turned and went off. I watched him go. I wanted to go after him but Trent was still on my arm. Sam didn't look back.

I asked Trent how he was getting home and where his home was even. He told me he took the tube and a bus. He lived in a town close to mine. So I decided I'd take him home. He seemed to relax on my arm. When we were sitting on the tube, he asked me a lot of questions about me. Like how old I was, where I lived, what school I went to and if Sam was my lover. The last question caught me off-guard. I suppose I was but after the commotion at the stadium, I wasn't too sure now. I said yes to the boy's question. After a few more questions we got off the tube and took the bus towards his town. The bus being slower was more comfortable for Trent as he laid his head on my arm. Luckily he had told me his stop because I didn't want to wake the innocent boy at every passing stop. When we got to his stop, I shook him gently on his arm. I felt the little muscles wiggle to my touch and he opened his eyes.

"We're here."

We got off the bus and he led me to a large, white house with two cars in the driveway. His parents must been rich to have this sort of set-up. I stood on the pavement and was reluctant to move any closer.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye" I said. He let go off my left arm and my arm was finally free. I could see the grip marks he made on my arm from holding onto it for a long time. I hadn't realized that he held it that hard.

"Yeah, I guess..." He replied with a tone of sadness. He didn't go to my school; he went to some preppy private school. I guess that today was some sort of release.

The door of the house opened and a beautiful woman whose cheeks looked a lot like Trent's stood there.

"Trent? Is that you?" She enquired.

"Yes mum." He scurried to his house and up the front porch.

"Does your friend want to come in?" She asked. Trent looked back at me, his eyes inviting me to come in.

"Naw, I've got to get back Mrs..."

"That's alright." She didn't offer me her surname. She looked at Trent and sniffed his gelled hair.

"Well, I'll see you around Trent." Feeling the coldness received on his mother's behalf. Perhaps she didn't want my kind to corrupt her son but believe me, the boy wonder was corrupt in his own beautiful way and she couldn't stop him. I waved and began walking down the pavement. I put my hands in my pockets to keep them warm.

"Bye." I heard him say. I felt his eyes follow me. I heard his mum say that he stunk and needed to wash for school the next day. I heard the door close.

---Chapter 5---

When I went back into school, Sam came up to me and he apologized for being such an asshole at the gig. I apologized as well, saying that it would have been better and worthwhile if we had re-united and stuck together. I promised him that I wouldn't leave him alone again. This was kinda like a kiss and make up. He asked about Trent. I told him that I just took him home. Sam didn't enquire anymore on that detail. A few weeks passed and life was getting back to normal. Sam and I went to the sauna to indulge in each other's bodies; we seemed to cherish what we had. Sam seemed to fuck my asshole more passionately. He kissed me harder like a boy on a mission, the mission to keep me his. His mission was successful and I did not see any forecast that would cause it to fail until...

After school as I was leaving, I recognized the slender body of Trent. He was wearing a hoody with his hands in his pockets. He saw me with my skateboard in my hand and he rushed to me.

"Hey." The squeakiness in his petite voice brought memories of our encounter.

"Hey." I replied. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to see you."

"Why?"

"I miss you." I felt my heart jump. Did Trent have a crush on me?

"How long have you been waiting?" I asked, trying to cover my thoughts by changing the subject.

"Oh... not that long." I looked at where he had been sitting on the wall. There were quite a few cans of drink. He must have been waiting a while for the school gates to open. I didn't know what to say or do.

"So..." I said. "What do you want?"

"I dunno, I thought we could hang out or something?" He smiled that inquisitive smile. It wasn't as tender and caring as Sam's smile but it seemed to get the idea across just as well if not curtly.

"Well, my mates are skating at the park in a few hours if you're up for it." He nodded. His hair flopping gently over his forehead, not gelled like when I last saw it.

"I've got to get home to get some cones for us to skate around. I'll see you there, say about two hours?"

"Yep." I left him there at the gate. I felt his eyes follow me.

He did turn up and he watched me the entire time. When we finished, I asked him whether he was bored and he denied it. He said he liked watching me. I could get used to this but I kinda felt that I was sneaking behind Sam's back.

"See ya around." I said to Trent and left the park.

Trent came back every day after school. He always sat in the same position. I told him not to sit there and rather to meet me at the park so that Sam wouldn't catch him and get suspicious. My skater mates recognized him now as another of my weird friends until one day Trent brought his own skateboard. He even started wearing baggy clothes. At first I was chuffed that he wanted to be like me but it did not display his thin, slender body. He got real close to my skater mates and was on a first name basis with them. Sam never got this close or related to me this way. I liked Trent for his persistence but we never did anything wild. I occasionally gave him a kiss when we said goodbye. He seemed to be satisfied with that as he would smile and leave. It was like he considered my kisses like a payment and he probably spent that kiss in his own way.

I felt like I was grooming this beautiful boy into another version of myself. I changed my clothing style to the skin-tight version, only to manipulate this boy into wearing things alike and he followed suit. The skin-tight version of Trent made me hard when I saw him. My bulging crotch trapped beneath the tight jeans. I would wank myself whilst thinking of him, when I knew I was alone. He was two years younger than me. It felt like I was looking after a younger brother. Yet I had pangs of desire occasionally but I kept them at bay for the sake of Sam. I thought Trent understood this but I knew he wanted more.

One day, after a skate session in the park, I laid on the grass underneath a massive willow. Trent laid next to me with a hand propping his head up as he looked admiringly at me. I didn't quite understand his fascination with me. He was well defined and probably able to catch anyone in his sexual grasp, yet here he was admiring me. I sort of picked this location deliberately because the massive willow tree which it's branches covered the view of any passersby. I wanted Trent to have his way with me. Instead of wanking alone afterwards, I wanted Trent to be my release. He had charmed me and I was in his control. My tight shirt struggled to cover me and exposed my boxers above my tight jeans. Trent looked longingly at the sight. I looked back and he looked at me. I nodded. He took this opportunity and wasn't going to let it go by. He got up and moved over my legs. He unbuttoned the jean button and zipped down the fly. The jeans were tight and my boxers wanted to stretch skywards. The bulge of my crotch was still trapped by the jeans. Trent would have to pull them down to access my member. He realized this and tried to pull them down by gripping his fingers down the sides. I had to lift my buttocks up and it eased down slightly. I usually had this much difficulty taking them off myself. Finally my bulging erection was now only confined by my white boxers. I used my right had to lift my tight t-shirt up to expose my abs and my right nipple. Trent looked and followed my hand and he sighed in the view. He then grasped the top of my boxers and unraveled my hard-on. It stood erect like a rocket. It was glad to be free. Trent looked at the dick and eyed it. This was the first time he had ever seen my dick. After examining the length, he nodded in approval. He rapped his delicate fingers around my shaft and started stroking it up and down. I moaned with pleasure. This felt good, better than any of my wanks. He rose up and began licking my exposed nipple. His tongue was thin and flexible, tonguing over and around my nipple. He was still jerking me off. I was still moaning, enjoying the sensation. I closed my eyes and my neck stretched as my head laid back, relaxing to the pleasure. My breaths were getting harsher as I was getting close to cumming. No sooner than I thought it I exploded, my cum shot all over his t-shirt splattering grey, silverfish cum over his grey tight t-shirt. He felt it and stopped licking.

"You should have said, silly." He said in his cute petite voice. "Now my turn."

He got up and began unraveling his soiled t-shirt. His bricks of muscle ere now exposed, his nipples following after. He pulled it off after the tight t-shirt clung to his head until it pulled free causing his hair to flop back down. I looked at his perfect boy chest. My dick tried to become erect, I wanted it to but it didn't rise. It was like trying to start a failed engine. My jizz was leaking onto my abs. He threw his trainers aside with ease. His abs crunching as he bent over to throw them aside. Trent unbuckled his belt and pulled it out with a swift pull. Chucking the belt aside, he unbuttoned and unzipped his tight jeans. He shimmied the jeans to his ankles and kicked them off. This left his cute pale blue boxers on his thin legs and the front protruded like a tent by his erection. His left thumb entered the rim of his boxers and pulled them down so his erection flung over the top. I looked amazed. He was as long as I was. He groped his meat with his right hand and pulled the foreskin over his dick-head and came closer to me. He lowered his pelvis as he sat on my upper chest. He used his right thumb and index finger to aim the meat-stick in my face. I opened my mouth and he directed himself inside. The head popped in my mouth and Trent pushed his length further. I could feel his boy pubes tickle my nose. His dick tasted twice as good as his odor smelt like. He then pulled himself entirely out. My mouth made a popping noise as it closed quickly. His dick was wet with my saliva. I swallowed the remaining saliva in my mouth as he had remnants of his young sweaty dick taste. My lips puckered hungry for more.

"Bite down so your teeth are closed." I did it and gave him a weird smile showing my teeth had in fact closed. He then grabbed my cheeks and used his thumb to pry my mouth open. "Now keep them closed."

He then moved his pelvis to direct his erect member into the small opening of my pried mouth. He slid it in and as his head slid in, the sides of my right cheek bulged as if it was the same pale blue boxers that held the dick in before. He was using my teeth and my cheeks to massage his dick. He pulled his length in and out and my cheek expanded and deflated accordingly. He grasped the back of my hair to push my head onto his dick; he got into a rhythm as he fucked my cheek. It was like he was brushing my teeth with his dick. I moaned in union with his moaning above me. My right cheek was aching as it stretched to hold his meat in. I used my right hand to hold his dick, he let me, and I changed it so that he was fucking my left cheek. He moaned with equal pleasure. His pelvis moved slower as he was reaching his climax. I was kinda glad as both cheeks were thoroughly fucked and aching.

"Oh... I'm going to cum Tom. Where do you want me to cum?" He asked with short pants of breath.

I unlocked my teeth and allowed his wet dick to flop into the larger area of my mouth. I then pushed my head closer; my mouth consumed more of his young length. The head reached my throat and I tried hard to keep pushing and it did.

"Oh boy. Oh boy. Here I cum!" The initial spurt went directly down my throat. It felt like I was drowning, my throat's gag reflex pushed Trent's pulsing dick out and I tried to recoup by grasping his dick with my right and keeping it in my mouth, not willing for it to escape. He continued to release shot after shot in my mouth and the capacity was almost to the maximum. Once the pulsing stopped, I could feel his member softening in my mouth. I swallowed all of the boy cum and sucked his dick clean of cum. Strangely, his cum tasted of nothing. Nevertheless I enjoyed its slippery texture as it ran down my neck. Trent panted and collapsed to the side of me. He wrapped his arm across my abs and we just lay there for a while, exposed and depleted.

Sam had noticed a change in me. He noticed the way I was avoiding him at school. The way I changed my clothing style, he just didn't recognize me anymore. Our sauna sessions were starting to become like doing chores. He confronted me about it. He said it felt like that I had my mind elsewhere and didn't feel any emotion from me when we had sex. He asked me what was wrong. He stood and thought for a while. I was speechless and unresponsive. He then sussed me out. He told me to spit it out, where and when I was with Trent. I told him. He looked pissed off but he tried his best not to express it. I didn't tell him about my under-the-tree session with Trent as that would throw him over the edge. He sighed. He told me that when we meet for the next time in the sauna, he wanted me to forget about the kid. I said that I would and I kissed him.

"You even taste different." He said as he walked away.

---Chapter 6---

"Hey Tom, your friend is waiting in your usual room." The receptionist being an employee to a gay sauna showed no mercy in presenting himself. He moisturized and used make up and liked to know the latest fashions. His voice was flamboyant as his looks. He knew Sam and me from our weekly visits.

"Thanks." I got my locker key and put my stuff in the locker. I went to our usual room, door number 7 and opened it. He lay there with a small cloth wrapped around his waist. I doubted that it was wrapped on properly and that he just had it there for me to yearn for what lay beneath. I looked across his perfect chest and saw his face. It was not Sam. My mind felt like it jumped out of my head and then back in. I gulped at this boy laid in front of me. Oh my boy wonder, he was beautiful in every way but he did not belong here.

"What are you doing here?" I interrogated. "You shouldn't be here Trent."

Trent propped himself with his elbows. His abs creased slightly.

"To see you of course." I realized that his stalking ability should be commended; he should work for the secret police at this rate.

"Did you follow me here?" I sounded like a school teacher telling off his pupil. He looked away and his lips curled as if to tell me he was guilty.

"I saw you go in with Sam. I only wanted to be with you."

"Sam wouldn't like it if he saw you here. I think you should leave."

"Why should I?" His tone of voice turned defiant. "I got here first." He added, almost childishly.

"OK, I'll leave..." I replied sarcastically.

"No wait... we can share the sauna room... There's plenty of room." I stood there. The door still open.

"Come on, please." He pleaded. I sighed. I closed the door behind me and sat on the wooden bench. It was awkward and silent. I just had thoughts rushing through my confused mind.

"So... what do you and Sam do here?" I wasn't too sure how to answer that one. Trent looked at me from his laid position. He decided to change the subject.

"It's really hot in here. I think I'll let this breathe." His right hand reached over to his flannel-sized towel, whilst his left elbow held him chest up, and pulled it off his smooth skin. I think he was trying to lure me to him. He saw me watching him. Knowing this, his right hand started stroking his member. It slowly grew in length. He used his thumb and index finger to wave it around. I grew hard.

"I could see under your towel, I know you like what you see. So why don't you come over and join me." He said still waving his now fully hard dick. I tried to resist but he was just so charming. I couldn't resist. I moved over. My erection bulged under my towel. Trent saw me coming over and he got up and swung his legs over the table.

"Here, sit down." He patted the area next to him. I sat down next to him. It felt like I was hypnotized by his body. Trent got up and moved in front of me. His dick pointing at me like an animal sniffing its food, it twitched up and down to keep itself erect. Did he want me to suck him off? I took his dick in my hand. Opened my mouth and closed in.

"No, no, no." He held my head back by pushing back on my shoulders with his hands. "I want to try something else." He kneeled and he unwrapped my towel and it fell to my sides, with part of it still under my buttocks. My dick flung itself as if waving for attention. It was hard and ready for servicing. Was he going to suck me off?

"Lay back." I did. He went around. I watched his dick bouncing as he walked around. This boy wonder had created a mutual crush that I could no longer ignore. I longed for some action. He took my arms and made them go over my head. He then used his flannel to bind my wrists together. I let him. It hardly prevented me from escaping as I could easily move my arms but I played along. He moved back to my front. He put his hands under my calves and pulled my legs up into the air like I was a wheelbarrow. He reversed his grip so that instead of holding up my calves, he was holding down the bottom of my thighs. He looked at me and breathed in deeply and back through his nose slowly, as if he had been waiting a long time for this. He did wait a long time, I admit, and this was my way of saying that I liked him too. I looked at him, then at his abs and then his hard dick. Just about when he was ready to enter me the door swung open.

Sam stood there with a look that was disappointed for the obvious reason of Trent. And probably the position I was in as well. Yet he seemed to ignore that.

"I tried calling you to say I was going to be late." Trent didn't let me go. He just looked at Sam like I was. Could he have picked any time as worse than this. I couldn't respond properly in this position with Trent unwilling to release my legs.

"I guess I'll go." Sam turned to make his leave.

"Wait." I said. Sam turned and looked in my eyes as if his eyes concentrated only on mine and ignoring the rest of the world. "Join us." I wanted him to see that Trent wasn't a bad person and who knew if Sam enjoyed Trent as much as I did then things would be just as well. Sam looked at Trent, eyeing him up and weighing his worth with his eyes. He finally nodded.

Sam took of his towel and sat next to me and looked at my body. His dick was semi-flaccid. He had Trent in his peripheral view but I was in his focus. I looked at Trent and he looked back waiting for my go. I nodded. Without guiding his dick he pressed the head against my asshole. Since this was not the first time a dick this big has entered my rear, my hole understood the logic of having this piece of flesh enter it. With less defence the head slid inside, Trent's face lighting up at the pleasure. His mouth opened ever so slightly as air rushed out at the first contact. I could feel Sam's eyes watching me but my eyes were watching Trent's dick. Sam then grabbed my hard dick that rested on my abs and began stroking it tenderly with his left hand. His right hand was jerking his own growing length. Trent slowly massaged his dick with my hole. In contrast to Sam's short and sharp pumps, Trent's humps were long and slow as if he wanted to make sure I knew how long he was and trying to make the pleasure last longer. Also Sam was always safe when fucking me in my hole; he would always use a condom. Trent being either youthful and ignorant or rebellious was barebacking me. This hurt more but it felt more real as his flesh comingled with my flesh. With my arms still pretending they were bound and unmovable. My position stretched my rib cage but flattened my diaphragm making my breaths take longer to leave and in shorter bursts. As Sam was stroking me and Trent was pumping me, the pleasure was unbelievable. I didn't know why Sam had never done this to me when he had me on my back. Perhaps he never wanted me to cum so cheaply and as quickly and with this combo that was going to happen pretty quick. Trent's agonizing length was pulled almost to the tip left my hole then it would quickly push its way back in. It felt like Trent's hard dick was a hand-pump pushing air into my body. I groaned. I was close to cumming, my dick was solid and ready to shoot as Sam rubbed it like a genie-lamp expecting a ghost to come out and satisfy a wish of pleasure. Sam must have known that I was close to climax as he lowered his head down and his lips pushed hard down onto my lips. This also made my breathing much harder as I had to breathe through my nose. The required air was way greater than the air received. This would be close to asphyxiation if Sam did not breathe some air into me but it heightened the pleasure. His hands sped up in its pace and my dick pulsated with newly-found vigor. Trent as if wanting me to enjoy this as much as possible tried to stimulate my hole to aid my ejaculation to be of optimal pleasure. He thrust his meat down my asshole and I squeezed at the hostility. It felt good to have his length squeeze tightly in and out. Then it happened. I shot a huge wad of sperm all over my chest but the main victim was the side of Sam's head which was still sucking my lips and invading with his tongue. Sam's eyes were closed but his expression was frantic and furious. I got my bound wrists and wrapped them around Sam's head and pushed him on my lips. I could feel my spunk squish on my arm from Sam's face. Sam held my wrists with his hands and took his head from my grasp. He kneeled upon the table and jerked his dick over my waiting face. Trent was pumping slowly now, I could feel his length widen and getting ready to squirt.

"Oooh! I'm going to cum." Trent announced. "Where do you want me?"

"I want it in my ass." I said breathlessly. It would be a new feeling to having cum ooze from my hole. Also it would lube my ass was from soreness from his furious fucking.

Sam came first; his juices raining all over my face. I licked the cum around my lips and it tasted sweet. It was intoxicating to taste. I loved it and craved more from his pipe.

"Aaaaaaaaahh!" Trent bellowed. I felt his dick pulse within me. It felt wet inside me and it slithered against the walls of my insides. It felt like pissing through my ass. It felt warm. Trent finally pulled out and the sperm flew out of my hole as if Trent's dick was a plug holding it inside. Sperm was leaking from my hole and it felt great. I squeezed my hole and the sperm just kept pouring out.

Trent kneeled by the bed side. I couldn't see what he was doing. I propped myself onto my elbows to see. Then I felt it. A tongue licking my gaping hole; it felt like a dog was licking frantically at my hole. I could hear Trent moaning as he was eating my ass and swallowing his own cum. I decided that Sam's flaccid member needed to be sucked clean. I grabbed it whilst balancing on my left elbow and ate more of his delicious cum. Trent had enough of eating me out and let my legs drop to hang over the side. Sam pulled away from my hungry mouth. Sam got his towel and went out. This surprised me as he didn't say a word. I kinda felt used. Trent lay next to me and saw I had cum on my face. He leaned over and licked me. I was still propped on my left elbow, still a bit bewildered but didn't stop Trent from enjoying the cum.

"Mmm, tastes sweet." Trent had consumed all the cum on my face. Trent collapsed aside of me and lifts his head with an arm on its elbow and looks at me longingly. I got up.

"I've got to go." I said. I picked up my towel and wrapped it around me and went out the door, not bothering to check if Trent followed me or not.

---Chapter 7---

I rushed outside. I looked around the corridor of sauna rooms; Sam was nowhere to be seen. I rushed out to the locker areas. He wasn't there either. I ran to the reception not caring that I was barefooted and the possible hygienic problems that it implicated. The receptionist looked up from his fashion magazine at the some-what panicking topless, flat-chested me and his face lit up.

"Honey, what's wrong?" He asked whilst checking me out.

"Sam." I took a breath. "Sam, my friend who I come here usually with, have you seen him?"

"No sorry babe. I don't think he's come out." I didn't know whether to believe him if he was too busy looking in his magazine to notice. But Sam would have had to rush as fast as I did and I'm sure that would have caught the receptionist's eye.

"Tom, are you ok?" Trent was behind me also with his flannel-sized towel wrapped around his waist. He had to hold it as it was so small it couldn't grip onto his flat body without falling. The receptionist's eyes scanned in a new picture for him to fantasize about in his own time.

"No. I mean, I'm OK, but I'm looking for Sam." I found it hard to find my words.

"I saw him get out of the showers." He needn't say another word. I was on the move.

"You boys need to get some clothes on your fabulous bodies or you might catch a cold." The receptionist said eating up our bodies with his eyes. Trent looked towards him. The receptionist smiled. Trent smiled back nervous and his cheeks blushed, he ran to catch up with me. The receptionist shook his head dreamily and lifted up his magazine.

I found Sam putting on his t-shirt. He looked a bit soaked as if he had not bothered to dry himself properly. His hair was a mess. I wanted to caress it to make it back to normal. I wanted us to be back to normal.

"Sam, what's up?" He looked at me and his eyes were sharp. He looked at me as if I knew the answer. Trent came into the locker room. Sam saw him and then got his jeans and put a leg through.

"Sam." I added a bit of urgency, I wanted a response. He looked up.

"I don't want to talk with your boy toy here." His words cut me. They hurt me. I felt a pang of sadness fill me.

"Trent, please leave. Have a shower or something. Please." He heard the distress in my voice and he nodded caringly. He went to the showers. I looked at Sam. He continued pulling up his jeans to his waist but less frantically.

"So..." I wanted an explanation for his coldness.

"So... what?" He replied bluntly. This annoyed me but I decided to bite.

"So why are you acting this way?"

"What way?"

"Don't be stupid, you're obviously being cold for a reason."

"Me? Being cold?" His voice strained. "You think I am the problem?"

"Well, I don't know. If you don't tell me what the problem is, how am I supposed to know?"

"I tell you who the problem is, since you blatantly can't figure it out yourself with all the skating you do, your brain has probably transformed into a plank of dense wood."

"What the hell is your problem Sam? Spit it out."

"Trent is the problem Tom."

"He's just a friend." I tried to defend innocent Trent.

"Do all your friends fuck you up the ass?"

"Is this because you're jealous?"

"Jealous? I'm your fucking boyfriend." He buttoned his jeans up and zipped it up with emphasis. "Well, at least I thought I was."

"I am."

"Then what the fuck is Trent doing here?"

"He followed me."

"I mean, what the hell is he doing here with you? He was going to fuck you even before I arrived. And you were going to let him. Explain that to me Tom." I thought about it and I couldn't really give a good answer. Sam noticed the pause in the tempo of our argument and came to a good assumption. "Oh my god... you've been fucking him behind my back, haven't you."

I couldn't force myself to lie and my eyes looked down from his accusing glare.

"Oh you've fucked this up real good Tom. How long have you been seeing him or fucking him even?

"I've only ever fucked him once.

"Only once?" I sensed the sarcasm in his voice. "You need only one bullet to kill someone Tom... and you've shot me square in the heart." He said slowly with sorrow. I could see tears in his eyes start to shine in the light. I felt mine water as well. All this emotion and hate was getting much for the both of us but I knew that Sam's was more justified.

"I'm sorry Sam."

"It's too late for that Tom."

"No, it's not too late. Sam, I love you and I want to be with you."

"I'm too hurt Tom. When I washed my face, I washed your essence from it like I washed you off my life. I want to remember you as you were and not as you are now." It hurt me to hear him say such things. My tear ducts were now functioning and my vision got blurry. I had to wipe my eyes to keep them on Sam who was putting on his trainers.

"Sam, I'll stop seeing Trent." I tried reasoning with him, although in my heart I don't know if I fulfill this because Trent was my very own boy wonder.

"Trent's not the problem Tom." I thought he said he was. "The problem is you."

"What? I'm the problem?" My voice strained at this new card played on the table. "What did I do, say or did not do or did not say? Why am I the problem?"

"Oh Tom, I love you but your ignorance annoys me."

"Oh for fuck sake Sam, you never speak your mind and that annoys me." Sam shook his head as this insult cut him. We were cutting each other ruthlessly and the pain hurt us both, bleeding more hate.

"Do you remember the first time we were here?" He asked calmly holding his temper.

"I do. It was amazing." He nodded in a sad agreement.

"Do you remember the promise I made you take?" I fumbled through my head. What promise? I couldn't recall it. Sam seemed to read my mind. "I told you to promise me to keep this place our special place."

It hit me like a rock through a window. I do remember that. I wanted to punch myself for being so ignorant and stupid. I wanted to kick myself in my own balls for being an idiot.

"You let Trent in and it's no longer our special place. I only came in to give you a final goodbye shake. I wanted to hold you, to share our breaths and to love you for the last time." I didn't know what to say. I had betrayed him and I wondered if I would have been as merciful if I was in his shoes. He was dressed

"I hope you understand when I say," I didn't want him to say it but I felt it coming. "We're over Tom."

My hand reached for my face as my tears dripped down my cheeks. Sam saw me but picked up his bag and walked away reluctantly. I didn't bother giving chase as I was not dressed and I felt it was hopeless. I dropped down onto a wooden bench and I tried to keep it in. Trent came in and saw me with my hands to my face, my elbows on my knees. He came to my side and put his wet arm around me and put his head next to mine. I couldn't keep it welled in. I cried letting out my pain. I didn't care what anyone thought of me a grown boy crying. I just wanted to cry. I struggled for air as my heart sank. I gasped for air and was crying uncontrollably. I sat there weeping like a little girl in front of a little boy. Trent rubbed my back. He must have known that Sam and I had an argument but he missed the brutality of it all and his only thoughts were to comfort me. I appreciated it. I needed someone to lean on. I realized who that someone was. It was Sam. He understood my nooks and crannies, maybe not when he hacked gashes into them. I knew that those wounds would need to heal but for now I was going to find him and try my god damned best to get him back.

---Chapter 8---

I looked into the glass pane. An old teacher with glasses, curly hair and substantially large lips was sitting at her desk talking to a few of the students. They all seemed to be going through some theory of mathematics as their eyes were stuck to their books. I saw Sam; it had been a few days since I last saw him. He had been avoiding me probably. I wanted to talk to him. I looked at the clock fixated above the chalkboard. The lesson still had thirty minutes or so until it finished. I couldn't wait. I reached the door handle and push the door open. The teacher as well as the students looked at me like I was an alien they've never seen before but Sam looked at me like I was a criminal.

"Can I help you?" The teacher asked since I failed to introduce myself or enquire or inform of anything. She sounded a bit annoyed at the disruption.

"Sam is needed..."

"For what?" She replied sharply.

"For... the school office needs to check his contact information."

"I'm sure that can wait. It's lunch in thirty minutes." I tried to think of a counter.

"It can't wait Miss, his brother is sick and needs Sam to call home but the school office can't seem to get through and they really need him... for his brother." She looked at me with suspicion.

"Sam, go to the school office. Hurry back." She said.

Sam got up and left with me, closing the door behind him.

"Considering I don't have a brother, what do you want Tom?"

"I needed to speak to you."

"And you chose to disrupt my education for `your' needs."

"I haven't seen you around lately and this is the first time I've had the chance to speak to you."

"I've been busy... besides I did say we were over. So you don't need to see me anymore." I was dumbstruck for a plea. As if churning thoughts inside his head, he continued. "How can I trust you anymore?"

"Sam you can trust me. I'll change."

"It's not that easy. You can say one thing but doing it is a different matter. Have you broken up with Trent? Have you told him to leave you alone?"

"No... not yet."

"Then we have nothing to speak about Tom."

"Please Sam, don't be like this."

"Be like what?" His voice rising. "I don't believe this. You think I'm doing you wrong!?"

"No, I don't but you're not doing us right either."

"You're the one who couldn't keep a promise and here you are trying to build back bridges that lead to nowhere." His hand grabbed his forehead as if trying to hold in his anger. "Tom, please grow up or go play with Trent. I'm not interested." Sam walked back to his classroom and the door shut behind him. My eyes felt heavy. I wanted to cry but I didn't want anyone to see. I was furious at the outcome of our talk. I ran down the corridor not caring about the noise I made.

"Hey Tom!" Trent called waving a hand beckoning me to come towards him. I walked heavily towards him, my footsteps thundering to the ants on the pavement. "I want to do that trick your mate Jamie taught me, wanna watch me do it?"

"I'm not in the mood. Come with me." I walked past him and his eyes followed me. He picked up his skateboard and followed me willingly. I walked to the willow where we first had sex. I planned to use it again for the same purpose.

"Oh, Tom, isn't it a bit early for kissing and stuff?" Trent seemed oblivious to the changed routine.

"Shut up and get here now." He walked to me and I grabbed the front of his t-shirt and slammed him against the bark. He was shocked and looked at me for some kind of re-assurance. I pushed my lips onto his and he kissed back, barely matching in the strength put in. I still grasped his t-shirt and I could smell his boy odor from his chest and it made me hard. I kissed him hard, pushing his head against the bark. His cap was struggling to stay on his head. It got in my way so I took it and threw it not caring where it landed. He had to breathe through his nose and it whimpered at all the pressure. I released my grip and used both hands to go under his t-shirt and as the fingers rummaged along his brick abs, they found his nipples. I squeezed them as hard as I could. Trent squinted at the pain and I saw a tear or two forming in his eyes. I kept my wet pursuit on his lips, preventing him from screaming or crying or talking. I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and pulled down the sides of his boxers and jeans together with force. His dick flopped out; it was semi-hard confused whether it should be hard or if it should cower away. I quickly undid my jeans and pulled down my boxers just as fast whilst keeping our lips connected.

I stopped kissing and removed my lips. Trent's head fell just under my neck; this was too rough and too fast for him.

"Tom, this hurts. Please stop." He pleaded and he reached to wipe his eyes.

"It's OK Trent." I said in his ear. I grabbed his sides and made him turn around. Our jeans now were at our ankles. My hard-on rubbed against his perfect buns and their softness made me wild. I used my hands to spread his buns and expose his hole. His ass clenched as a counter-measure to what was going to happen. I spread his cheeks and used my right hand to navigate my hot dog into his buns. The head made contact and he flinched. I leaned over him and I nibbled on his ear. "Don't worry, it's OK."

"I've never had a dick in my hole before. I'm scared Tom. Please stop."

"It's fine." I said flatly. And I pushed. And he screamed.

"Shhh!" I put my right hand over his mouth. I could see new tears forming in his eyes.

The head of my dick had entered his small hole. Trent's defence system squeezed on the throbbing head and as I pushed my length, he squeezed uncontrollably to attempt to push me back out.

"You're so fucking tight Trent. I can hardly get any deeper." I said. "But I will."

I pushed my length further and the friction was unbearable. My dick retaliated and became harder and Trent's hole retaliated by squeezing harder. And finally my pubes touched his smooth ass and my sword was to ass deep to the hilt. I could feel his sobs vibrate my hand.

"Promise me that you won't scream or shout if I remove my hand?" I asked him, I needed both my hands for this. He nodded slowly. I removed my hand from his mouth. I started pulling out my meat and the suction felt great. I moaned and I licked his neck, mopping up his odor with my tongue. My hands grabbed his buns and I began the rhythm of fucking his ass raw. Each thrust was met with resistance with his flesh against my flesh. My hardness with his squeezing made the entry tight. He sobbed lightly. I couldn't tell if he was enjoying it or not. I didn't really care. I enjoyed it, and that's what mattered. I slid in and out of his hole and the resistance was getting lighter. His defenses lost their grip. Thrust upon thrust, ramming deep inside his ass. The force my pelvis made against his butt cheeks made his body ripple and bounce back. My dick was disappearing into such a small hole that I doubted would ever fit in. I was in a crazed frenzy humping his bottom like there was no other purpose in life but to make Trent feel my hardness deep inside of him. My dick was pulsing and soon it was ready to release its load. I sucked on his neck and when my hose was out of control and shooting all over inside of him, I bit his neck like a vampire. I bit down hard and he cried in pain. I didn't rip his flesh out but I did make a red bite mark on his neck. It was small but noticeable. My sperm was getting nowhere in the congested hole. So much sperm was leaving my nuts that I could feel the sperm pushing my softening dick out of his hole. The sperm succeeded in claiming Trent's insides as their territory as my flaccid dick flopped out of the small crevice. My sperm in their victory leapt from Trent's hole and squirted all over my pubes. It was like a double cumshot. The first coming from me and the second coming from Trent's hole.

I looked down and noticed that my cum was mixed with blood. The blood was from Trent's hole. Trent was crying now as tears flowed down his cheeks. He was still standing his hands embraced against the bark. My mind was calming and I realized how rough I was. I did this, I thought to myself. I made Trent bleed and for what. I leaned over.

"I'm so sorry Trent. I don't know what took over me." He continued to cry and did not respond. "Are you OK?" I asked, knowing the answer would be negative. He didn't respond. I pulled up my boxers and jeans and did up my flies.

"Here, let me help you." He flinched at my touch as if he was allergic to me. I pulled up his boxers and jeans and turned him around. His dick was flaccid and small; unexcited with me and my raw fucking. I zipped him up and buttoned the jeans. I put his belt on for him and he stood there feebly cowering behind his hands which were wiping his eyes.

"I'm really sorry Trent. I know I hurt you. I can make it up to you." I was about to undo his belt again but he backed away. His head seemed to shake; I weren't sure if he intended to shake it or if it was due to the shock.

Then he looked up at me, his eyes catching mine. They were tearful and fearful. He turned away and began running forgetting to pick up his cap and his skateboard. I could see a slight limp in his run, probably due to the damage I did to his anus. I felt bad and I just slumped down onto the grass. I hoped that Trent would be alright and be back to his usual self when I saw him next time. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------

---Chapter 9---

Sam wanted to see me urgently at the red phoenix near the school entrance. I agreed not quite knowing what to expect. When I saw him standing, lean as ever, I wanted to walk to him and kiss him but I knew it was inappropriate and it would make things worse if he didn't want me to. He saw me and waited for me to come closer.

"Tom, I thought I would tell you this directly than have you find out from someone else." He sounded serious and somewhat distant.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I'm leaving." I looked at him to see if I've heard him right. His eyes looked at mine and they did not flinch or deter their gaze on mine. I allowed him to finish. "My dad's work has moved to an office out of the city and I'm going to have to go with him if I expect any support."

"I don't know what to say." I really didn't. My eyes looked down; it became unbearable to maintain any kind of defence.

"I didn't expect you to. I've put a lot of thought into this. It's just better if I go with him. He pays for the rent of the flat and my food and water."

"But you're half-way through your courses." I argued.

"My dad's job can't wait." He countered. I knew nothing of his dad or his work and therefore felt it was hopeless trying to relate to it.

"Isn't there another way?" I asked, my voice almost pleading. I didn't want him to go.

"I don't think so." His responses were flat and to the point. "I leave tomorrow."

"Where are you going?" I wanted to know; trying to relate the location with this location and see if I could see him even if it meant journeying the distance just to be with him.

"You don't need to know..."

"Why not?"

"I don't want you to worry yourself."

"Worry myself?" I could feel that he didn't want me to know anything about him anymore.

"Look Tom, I know you want us to get back together but I just don't think it will work with the long distance problem and all."

"You didn't even tell me..."

"I know, I know." He interrupted. "It's just better that way."

"Where did all this decision making come from?"

"It came from me. Please Tom, just respect my decision. I thought that maybe you'd understand."

"Understand that you're blowing me off and ditching me here."

"I can't bring you with me and I don't see what I can do."

"You can stay..." My eyes became slick as my tear duct was overproducing. I didn't bawl out crying. I kept it in.

"There's nothing here for me..." It felt like Sam sticking a knife in my heart. Was I worth nothing to him? "I'm sorry Tom... I have to go." He walked away and I followed him keeping a distance behind him. I don't know why I kept my distance but it was like there was an invisible barrier that Sam put up preventing me from getting closer. I watched him catch his bus home. I watched him look for a seat and he walked to a seat at the back. As I stood there it felt like I was under a cloud of rain which only followed me, I was just so down that I couldn't look up. I looked up from the ground as the bus took off from the stop and I saw Sam looking through the window and he waved a slow, shaky goodbye. A tear released itself from the others and glided down the side of my nose. My arms were too burdened from the invisible rain that I couldn't even wave back and it was too late. The bus drove off down the road and I stood there. School kids would walk pass me and eye me strangely wondering why a grown boy would be crying.

I didn't see Sam in school after that day. I wanted to make up with Sam but it seemed out of my control. I wondered where Trent was. When school finished; I'd half expect Trent to sit on the wall but the vacant spot, where he'd first made contact after our night at the gig, gave me a sick longing for my young boy wonder. I wondered where he was. When I met with my skater mates, after I went home, they would ask where Trent was and I would shrug. I would look behind me wanting to find his attentive eyes follow me but I just felt emptiness. At first, I thought he was just having a break from me but a week went pass and he had not shown up at any of the usual locations. I was going through a desperate and needy phase and I had to find Trent. I remembered the bus we took on that day we first met. I took it and I walked to the house he had lead me to. The stars in the sky shone brightly in the night sky above the roof of this large house. I walked on the path of granite slabs leading to their porch. I went up the steps and I was shivering cold with anticipation. I didn't know what to expect. I wrapped my zip-up jacket closed to my body. I pressed the door bell button and a pleasant chime echoed from within. A light in the hallway lit up and the porch also lit up. I could see movement behind the double glazed glass situated at the side of the door and an eye hovered in the peek-hole and then the door opened.

It was Trent's mum. She looked at me with suspicious eyes.

"You must be him." She said; her tone was colder than the air around me. "What do you want?"

I was confused at the way she was addressing me. Did Trent say something about me that she did not approve of? Did she know that her son was gay and I was his lover and that she was a homophobe? Why am I so clueless about everything happening around me in my life...?

"You have some nerve. You don't have any idea what you've done. You have hurt my little boy. He's only young and you've abused him. You're older and should know better than to use him as some toy. He was really in pain and when I found blood in his boxer shorts and I took him to see a doctor. The doctor told me that his anus was bleeding. And the probable cause was forceful intercourse by a penis. I asked him if he had been raped. Then he told me about you."

Her rapid accusation stole the words from my mouth. I couldn't say anything. I didn't realize that I had made this situation worse. I was blank for thoughts other than I was sorry. For a moment I wish I hadn't even come to find Trent. And for a split moment in that moment, I wished I never existed. What I did was wrong, I know but I couldn't seem to say it in words.

"Stay away from here and stay away from my son or I'll call the police."

I realized I had said nothing and I was leaving. I felt shame. I turned away and went down the steps. I walked away from the house. As I turned to head down the street I saw a room on the second floor of the house light up and there he was. He looked out at me. He looked beautiful. I could tell he was topless as I could see his collar bone. The rest of his chest was hidden behind the wall. He looked like a brand new toy behind a plastic cover. I wanted the toy but I knew it was going to be expensive to get. I knew I had to leave this toy alone. Perhaps if time passed, maybe I could afford it and be able to hold it in my hands and love it again. Trent's mum still watched me from the door and sensed that I was looking up and she shouted something and Trent turned and went. The lights turned off, the door shut and it got dark. My world got dark and lonely.

Weeks passed and I became more isolated. Even my skater mates noticed a less enthusiastic me. The two people I loved were out of my life. They were so forcefully taken that I felt empty. As if nothing I did mattered and everything I did with them was priceless and now no longer in production. I would wish I could turn back the hands of time and change my actions so that I would have at least one of them if not both of them but trying to have both in my imagination would lead to my current situation. Soon I would learn to live on with my life and try to forget them although I knew secretly that I couldn't. When I doodled, I drew Sam. Every boy I drew looked like Sam. When I told my brain that drawing Sam was bad and that I should not do it, I'd find that I drew Sam without wanting to. He was all over my sub-conscious mind. My notepad became filled with pictures of Sam that I drew. I would sleep with the notepad next to me after staring into the eyes of Sam's eyes of a head the size of the A4 notepad.

One day, my skater mates told me that Trent had come and told them to give me a letter he wrote. It said:

"To Tom,

I just wanted to let you know that I'm not angry with you. I did feel hurt on the day but I think that as a growing gay boy I was bound to have rough experiences with guys. I'm just glad it was you, my friend, and my love. My mother refuses to let me see you even though I said I'm alright with it. I think she's still trying to get over with me being gay. She keeps my activities on lockdown and monitors every passing second of my day. She suspects that any delays in my punctuality were due to me seeing you. Since I couldn't speak to you as time is tracked so closely, I thought I'd tell you through this letter, to not worry about me and that hopefully in the future, we can get together again. I wish that day comes soon.

Love Trent."

I closed the letter. I was glad Trent had forgiven me. This did release some guilt I had, but it reinforced an idea that sat in the back of my mind. It stated that Trent was not the one I really wanted, but Sam was.

---Chapter 10---

This idea infested my mind and it grew and multiplied in my thoughts until I could barely stand it any longer. I knew I was being totally clingy and weird but it made my heart beat with meaning and my heart wanted Sam's heartbeat to beat beside it and share and listen to their rhythms. So affected by this longing, it affected my natural and regular habits and routines. Those concerned with my wellbeing would think I was ill and I wouldn't deny them. I was sick, in love, and I needed to get a fix. And it was sort of fate that decided that I had suffered enough and put an end to my suffering.

My school performance was lacking and the brains at top ordered me to attend additional classes to catch up. One of these classes was mathematics. I entered the classroom and found that it was empty. I was early which surprised me. I walked over to the windows overlooking the concourse outside and I saw the other school kids leave for home. I envied them with their peaceful minds and their freedom. I noticed a box of mathematic books and one of them I saw Sam's name. I picked it up and it was the one I saw him reading the day in the library. I sniffed the cover and it faintly held his scent. Perhaps I imagined it or I wanted it so badly that my mind tricked me to believe that it was. I sniffed it again. The heard the classroom doors close and those familiar rimmed glasses on that slightly wrinkly face which greeted me with suspicious eyes.

"Ah, so you are the one who needs extra help." Her lips were plump as I remembered when I interrupted her class to speak to Sam. "Well take a seat."

There were no other students catching up with me. I was about to sit down on the nearest desk.

"Come sit in the front desks, I won't bite." She managed to crack open a reassuring smile. I came closer and took a seat at the front. "So is this your textbook?" I had forgotten about it and realized my hands clenched onto them not willing to let it go. She took it from me hands after a pull and looked at it.

"This isn't your textbook. This is Sam. He was one of my favorite students." He was my favorite too, I thought. "You're his friend aren't you? How is he faring in Newport?" Her words woke my senses. It was fate that I discovered where he was now living.

"He's doing fine." I smiled uncontrollably.

"That's good to hear, now let's begin. Take out your textbook."

I had packed a backpack full of food rations and clothing. I also brought my skateboard. I was at the train station.

"Can I have a ticket to Newport please?" It cost fifty pounds and the journey would take one to two hours. I could feel my heart beating faster with anticipation. I sat on the train and thought what I was going to say when I got there. I looked inside my backpack and inside was a plastic bag. It contained something I wanted to give Sam, I had bought it online awhile back, and I hoped he would like it.

I arrived in Newport. The sky was clear and bright blue. I could see the ocean from the train station. The town itself was on a sloping hill leading down to the sea. It was a beautiful place. I put the backpack on and held the straps with my hands. I had been thinking so much on what I was going to say to him that I hadn't thought on how I was going to find him. Maybe I should ride on my skateboard and hope to find him walking along the road but I could be skating forever. Next I thought about the school that he should be going to. Perhaps I could find him in some school and doing the same courses as in our old school. That would be easier. I went around asking the train station attendant, a newsagent and an old couple about the local schools. Newport only had three schools for my age. One was an all-girls school; I ruled that out for obvious reasons. Another was a private school and the other a public school. I had a gut feeling that he would be at the public school. Although if his dad had got promoted in his job then the private school would also be an option, and getting in would prove to be harder. I thought I would try my luck with the public school first. I got directions to the public school. It took me an hour or so to get there by skateboarding. The school had just finished and kids were leaving in their blazers as part of their school uniform. I stood at the gate in the middle, trying to spot Sam; it was going to be hard to see him within the sea of blue blazers. There seemed to be more than one entrance and I couldn't keep track of the groups of kids leaving with the groups I checked. I panicked. I called out his name and heads would turn and eye me. I rushed around looking for him. It was hopeless. My hand reached to my forehead and I wiped the sweat off my forehead. I also wiped my watery eyes. I felt lost in this strange world. Where could he be? I saw some boys with skateboards. They didn't wear their blazers like most of the other kids. They had their uniform shirt sleeves rolled up to their arms. I went up to them and they regarded me with curiousity. I was a skater but I seemed out of place in my clothes.

"Guys, do you know a boy called Sam?" I asked. They shook their heads and said sorry they didn't. I was about to turn away and search elsewhere.

"Wait, I know a Sam."

"Is he good at maths?" I asked the boy, who strangely looked like me but I guess it was a trend in fashion.

"I don't know about that. He just said his name was Sam and that he used to have a friend who skated in his old school and asked if he could watch us skate. He was a bit weird or geeky, or both. To come to think about it, he was writing in some book." The way this skater boy was willing giving me this information made me think that my skateboard was some kind of key to knowledge. Any other stranger would have been given a cold shoulder.

"Do you know where he is now?"

"Naw, sorry man. He's probably gone home. Everyone's going home." My heart sank again after rising to know Sam came to this school. With no idea where Sam would be I was ready to give up hope. "Although, if you say he's a maths boffin then there's that mathematical and science convention in the main hall." This skater boy was making my heart ride a rollercoaster of emotions as it was now going up a peak. I decided that it won't go down until I found Sam and perhaps it would just stay there or go higher.

"Wow, thanks for the help, can you tell me where the hall is?"

"Yeah, it's down this path; take a right, turn left, through those doors, take a left and follow the corridor to the right and it's the first double door you see."

I built a mental map of directions in my head by repeating the directions in my head. Right, left, left, right. I said thanks and rushed off. The skater boys just watched me go then turned back onto their journey home or more likely to some skate park. The walking conversation amused me.

"Did you know that guy?"

"No, I haven't seen him around."

"He wasn't in uniform, maybe he's a new student."

"Did you see his skateboard?"

"Yeah, cool design. Don't you think he looked a bit like you James?"

"Shut up. No he didn't." James defended whilst giving his friend a friendly push. For a split moment, I thought to myself, what's wrong with me. Their voices became distant and incomprehensible. I repeated the directions in my head before I forgot.

I found the double doors and I pushed one side open. A vibrant and busy hall greeted my ears and my eyes. There were stalls lined up along the four walls of the square hall. There was an extended area, the size of quarter of the whole that lead to a canteen where some dinner ladies handed out food to students, teachers and parents. There were gaps at the corners of stalls to allow the crowds of people to get to the middle and browse the stalls. I went through the closest gap and into the middle, looking out for Sam. I couldn't see him, the crowds making it harder to spot a lone boy. I began to sweat.My hand went through my brown hair, it was a bit greasy, and I wiped my hand onto my jeans. My heart panicked. What if he wasn't here? What if he left already? I spun around in a circle to scan through the bodies of mathematical and scientific enthusiasts.

"Tom?" His voice like an angel called me from within the heat. I turned to his voice and although not shining bright but ordinary, I would have thought he was my angel, come to give me ease of the pain I've been suffering without him. "What are you doing here?" His voice was of concern, rather than anger.

"I love you." I realized that my mind skipped his question and said the first thing that popped into my mind.

"What? I can't hear you. Come." He led me out of the hall; his hand gripped my wrist firmly and pulled gently. His touch was heavenly, I didn't want him to let go. Once outside the grip loosened and my arm fell to its side. "What did you say? What are you doing here?"

"I was looking for you." I said.

"Why? Don't you have school tomorrow?"

"I do but I couldn't stand to be without you." His face hit a stage of realization that I was not here because of some emergency but instead I was here to try re-kindling a lost flame. But it could be argued that my need was an emergency for my sanity. He sighed.

"How did you even find me?"

"I was in a catch-up class for maths," His eyebrows rose but he allowed me to continue. "And your old teacher blurted out the town you lived in, that's when I thought that I had to find you.

"You were in a catch-up class for maths?"

"Yeah, I've been struggling in my studies lately."

"How come?"

"To be completely honest, I've been lonely. I really miss you." He sighed again. I wasn't quite sure how to interpret his sigh.

"What happened to Trent?" His manner was calm and they sought for answers rather than trying to spark anger.

"We're not seeing each other."

"Why not?"

"His mom found out he was gay and doesn't want me to see him. I didn't think it would have worked out anyway."

"Oh." He seemed much calmer and relaxed at the news. "You want something to eat or something?"

"I would like that."

Whilst sitting at a bench in the park, the night sky was a radiant blue. The stars shines and glistened when we spoke, as if they were listening to us and were glad to hear us speak this calmly for a long time. We were eating some take-away and I told Sam of my journey to his school and at some parts he laughed. His laugh was as innocent as a child's and it was cute.

"I still can't believe you came here without knowing where I was going to be."

"Yeah, it was a bit of a shot in the darkness." I half-smiled at my recklessness.

"Well, you've found me. What will you do next?" He said. His voice was a bit anxious and inviting. He looked at me his eyes connecting with mine. I looked down and he looked away. I sighed with uncertainty of what to do. I wanted to kiss him but I didn't want to rush it and ruin my chances.

"I wanted to give you this." I unzipped the main compartment of my backpack and retrieved the plastic bag that I thought a lot about whilst on the train. Sam watched me unravel it and pull out his gift. I pulled it up and presented it to him. I put it against my body so that I could see his face. He looked at it and he smiled his wonderful smile. "I bought it your size."

He took off his blazer and took the gift from my hands and measured it against his chest. The two figures on the shirt were in their own peaceful world. Although the girl looked like a boy, I pictured the two figures as boys as they kissed in the dark background. A beautiful kiss, it was dreamy. I wanted to be the smaller one with Sam kissing my lips as the taller one. It was the same shirt as the one he bought me at the rock gig but underneath I had custom printed:

"I love you Sam."

"I like it." He said. Not much of a response but it was better than him not liking it.

"Sam... I'm not sure if I could go back without you." I said. "I'll miss your laugh, your smile."

He was about to speak but I had to let him know my thoughts that cycled through my head on the train like a washing machine cycling a soiled pair of underwear and making it clean and clear.

"No please, let me say this." I interrupted. "I realize that I've been treating you badly and giving Trent your gift to me was bad and letting him invade our secret place was unspeakable. I'd admit I'm wrong if you tell me." He nodded in agreement, allowing me to continue.

"I've done you wrong and I'd understand if you want me to leave. My mind will acknowledge it but my heart won't. My heart cracks every time we had a fight. I'm so sick of fights, I hate them."

"I hate fights too... but that's how we express our thoughts." Sam said concerned.

"Well, we're not fighting now. If I promise not to make you angry, will you promise we could speak like this at a understanding level." I suggested. "Let's start this again for real."

He stood there and then laughed.

"I recognize that from that song at the gig." He said with a smile. It amazed me that he remembered. He was so considerate to me and I haven't been considerate to him. I wanted to make it up to him.

"Then you'll know this." I reached up and he allowed me to put his gift onto the bench. "I want to hold you." Both my arms bent upwards and held his biceps. They tensed in my grip. "Touch you." I lowered my hands under his shirt sleeves and felt his warm skin with my cold fingers. "Feel you." I pulled him closer, feeling his arms reluctant at first but willing when I looked him in his eyes. He watched me and I watched him.

"I want to kiss you, taste you." My hands maneuvered to his sides and wrapped around him and pulled him closer. He put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me close. Our faces were inches away and I looked into his eyes. He looked into mine and they became close as our lips inched closer and finally met. I felt all my senses heighten at that moment, all excited at what was happening that it brought my blood rushing to my face. My cheeks went red and I loved his lips on mine.

We looked like the picture of the shirt and this time it felt right. The stars glowed their radiance onto us and I felt like I was in heaven or dreaming but knowing it was all real. The feeling was real and I pulled him close, never wanting to let go. Our eyes closed as we enjoyed the everlasting kiss.

The kiss finished and I was dazzled and seeing stars in my eyes literally. Once I came back to earth, Sam stood there smiling back as if we had not been fighting at all.

"That's not the only way I want to taste you..." I added. I kneeled down onto my knees and he watched me go down. He did not object as I unzipped his black school trousers. I smelt the boyish smell of Sam's privates flow into my nose. It lured me to dive deeper. I pulled down his white boxers and was met by a familiar face watching me as if it had been hiding for a long time. It twitched and grew more confident in seeing me, it seemed to thrive and greet me. It was like it was happy to see me as it sprouted from the darkness. I used my right hand to guide his big friendly genitals into my awaiting mouth. His hands reached down and grabbed my hair, guiding my head to consume more of his length. I massaged his erect member with my lips and tickled under his length with the tip of my tongue. He was getting so ravenous and excited that he began to thrust his pelvis as well as pulling my head close with his hands. This made his dick-head intrude the barricades of my throat and I let him. I let him penetrate my throat thinking of how much it would please him; I tried not to think about how it was going to choke me with his 6-inch length making a home run into my mouth. His pubes high-fived my nose as he deep-throated me. I loved him so much. I loved him loving me. I didn't want it to end but sadly it did. His member pulsed furiously and soon he shot blast after blast like a shotgun that shot cum. 5 shotgun rounds splattered in my mouth and I found it hard to take all of his cum as my cheeks expanded to keep the cum inside. Sam groaned wildly like a wolf at night, he howled at the pleasure of cumming in my mouth. I swallowed his cum and it tasted sweeter than ever. I assumed that Sam had not cum for a while and that the load that I was graciously receiving had been a pile up since the day we broke up. I cherished it all as the cum slithered down my throat. Sam still pushed his pelvis uncontrollably so that his member was slowly trying not to fall out of my mouth. I didn't want it to either as I removed the layer of cum from his shrinking dick, and lacquered it with my saliva. I could hear Sam panting harsh breaths into the cold air and it pleased me that he enjoyed it as much as I did.

It was a quick session but it was worth a million empty fucks. He collapsed onto the bench with his flaccid member dangling out of his flies. It was exhausted and it was falling back into its home after making several home-runs into my throat, it earned its rest. I got up and sat next to him.

"I think I've had my dessert." I said. He looked at me and laughed and smiled. He was beautiful and I had him back. He was mine to have and I was not going to share him, and I was his.

"I'd take you back if you have me." He asked me looking into my eyes.

"Always."

~THE END~

---Epilogue---

Sam and I got back together. We worked out a plan that we would rent out a cheap flat apartment back in our old hometown. It would mean we would have to take part-time jobs but it was worth it. It meant I could be with him more and we could have sex whenever we felt like it. Sam made me promise to keep our home our special place. I promised him and meant it. I welded it in my head to not forget it this time. I showed Sam a notepad of doodles I had drawn of him when I longed for him in class. Some pictures of him naked and some in his ordinary clothes, either way they helped me get along in my breakdown. Surprisingly, Sam showed me his notepad he used whilst he was in Newport. It was very crudely drawn pictures of me. I smiled at his attempts to draw me. We decided to stick these pictures all over out rented flat room showing the best of both.

Trent came to visit me one day at the same wall outside of school. I told him that Sam and I were back together and at first he seemed upset but then he seemed to nod it off. He said that his mom was OK with him being gay but his dad hadn't converted. His mum said that until he was in college, he was still not allowed to see me. It felt like he had grown to accept this and that this might not be the last time I would see Trent.

Sam was the phoenix of my gray life and he brought light and color into it and I wanted it to stay like that until the end.

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