Hello there. Thanks for tuning in again... This story continues to move in directions I had not predicted at the outset, but I've really enjoyed all of the suggestions you've emailed, and the IM conversations I've had with several of you about the characters and the plot. In particular, I continue to be thankful to Dan and Dave for their writing support. And I'd like to acknowledge my favorite guy in Dallas, Jacob, who will always own a piece of my heart. Please send comments to matthew_lake@yahoo.com or AIM me at matthewlake309.
Previously, in Intolerable Cruelty...
And then I felt a nudge in my back. Anthony was prodding me with his foot. "It's time for you to get the fuck up and get the fuck out. I felt my clothes fall on top of me in a heap. I slowly sat up, the intense pain mostly gone. My body was tired and ached everywhere. Moving my legs, I could feel my skin pull uncomfortably against the dried residue of lube and cum.
I stood up slowly, fearfully. I pulled on my Hanes briefs. My shorts and t-shirt. "Hurry the fuck up." I tried to move more quickly as I headed towards the door. Anthony was still completely naked, although he wasn't hard anymore. As I started to walk past him, Anthony stopped me. "Hey fuckhead. You're forgetting something. And you get no more passes. Kiss it good-bye." I knew exactly what he meant the second he said it. The very thought of it made me sick to my stomach. "Kiss it now or I'm gonna kick you in the balls again, and this time for real."
I dropped to one knee, and leaned forward, hoping a quick peck would suffice. I was mistaken. "Take it all. In fact, clean it off for me." Nearly retching, I took the tool of my violation back into my mouth and worked my tongue on it. My taste buds were polluted with a combination of lube, cum, urine and blood. As I began to pull off, Anthony reached down and retracted his foreskin. "Get it all, fuckwad." I finished the job to his satisfaction, and he pulled it from my mouth, replacing the skin around the head. I stood up and moved to the stairs. "I'll see you Wednesday, unless I call on you before that. And you better not forget the fucking rules, asswipe." And then the door was slamming behind me.
I waited in my room, willing the second hand of my clock to move faster, but eighteen minutes remained before six-thirty, the designated time for Jamie to pick me up. Honestly, my body was still fatigued from the night before, though I'd spent almost all day sleeping. I remembered dragging my bike out of the bushes only to realize that there was no way my ass was able to sit on the seat after the fucking that Anthony had put to me. I stashed it back beside the garage and walked home. I had no idea the time of my arrival, but I fell into bed fully clothed and slept soundly until I heard my mom pounding on my bedroom door, threatening to come in and rouse me if I wasn't up before noon.
It was pure torture dragging my unwilling muscles from between the linen sheets. My body had ached as I lay there, and forcing it to move led my muscles to rebel. My head hurt, presumably from the alcohol, my throat was sore, my ass cheeks were tender, and my hole still felt wrecked. I could smell Anthony on me, and as I stood before the mirror, waiting for the shower to warm up, I could see bruises on my thighs and forearm where he had held onto me through his brutal fuck. I also had a large hickey on my right shoulder that I never remember Anthony giving me. He had declared me his property, he owned my virginity, and he had marked me.
As I stepped into the shower, I added my own tears to the water sluicing away dried cum and sweat from my body. I brushed my teeth until my gums felt raw, I soaped my skin until it shone red from the effort, I stood in the spray until the water or memories made me shiver. I knew my body was clean, but I still felt dirty, still felt his hands on me, his cock and fingers in my holes, his voice in my ears, his eyes burning into mine. I turned the water off, and slumped to the floor of the shower. I cried for having betrayed Jamie to his stepbrother; I cried for my physical pain; I cried for giving my ass to someone I didn't love; I cried because remembering last night made my cock harden; I cried until I had no tears left.
While I was drying off, my mom informed me that Jamie had called, and said he'd be by about six thirty to pick me up, and that he had a special surprise. My immediate reaction to Jamie's message was panic. I was still dead tired, and I began to worry, in earnest, about Jamie inadvertently seeing the bruises on my arm, or the hickey on my shoulder. How would I explain these physical manifestations of last night's lust and violence? My stomach lurched and I found myself heaving into the porcelain sink in front of me, though there was nothing inside me to evacuate. And then another horrifying thought struck me as I began to question the nature of the surprise Jamie had in mind. What if tonight was the night he planned to take my virginity. A virginity that was already lost. I heaved again, spitting bile. What if Jamie wanted to fuck me? Before last night, such a prospect might have raised a combination of anxiety and excitement, but even concentrating for a moment on my ass brought intensity to the pain and soreness present there, and I knew that I couldn't take another fucking so soon. Not to mention that such had been expressly forbidden by Anthony. Another mouthful of bile made its way to the drain, as two tears traced their way from my eyes to my chin.
"Breathe," I heard myself say out loud, as I started counting slowly, "one .. two .. three .." My stomach began to quiet. "four .. five .." My heart began to calm. "six .. seven .." My eyes began to dry. "eight .. nine .. ten." What had happened to me in the last day? I rinsed my mouth, and then rinsed the sink. I found my way into my bedroom, and into a pair of sweats. I spent the remainder of the afternoon watching a stupid dating show called The Fifth Wheel, and wondering how fucked up my dating life-could it even be called that?!?-had become since winter turned to spring.
And now, looking from the clock to my reflection in the mirror again, as I finger-combed my hair into place, even the sight of me was a lie. Jeans and a rugby shirt covered the bruises and marks on my body, muscles that had rebelled a few hours ago, were back to seemingly normal functioning. I hadn't thrown up since my breakdown in the bathroom, but I worried I might at any moment. My ass was still incredibly sore, and I expected it would be for days. I worried that I could not hide my pain from Jamie, but I also knew that my pain was wrapped up in a secret I could not share with the boy who had become my best friend. I slipped on a smile over my guilt-racked features, and tried to project calm excitement. At the very least, I knew I would feel safe with Jamie tonight, in a way I had not with his step-brother, and I was grateful for that.
Jamie pulled up about five minutes early, and I grabbed a sweatshirt on my way out the door. He was hauling my bike out of the back of his truck as the garage door lifted and I stepped out.
"It looks like your back tire is a little low, dude," Jamie wheeled the bike inside. "You better check the pressure." He paused. "So, did you come by last night?"
"Yeah, but you weren't home. There was no answer, at all, actually. Your folks must have been gone, too." Luck was with me as Jamie had already provided me the perfect excuse, "And I decided rather than ride with low air I'd stash my bike and get it later." I smiled at him. It was genuine affection and admiration. "Thanks for bringing it by."
He smiled back at me. His perfect, beautiful smile below eyes as deep as oceans. I took in his tight navy muscle-t revealing strong shoulders, and stretched tight over his pecs. Low waisted cargos sat even lower on his hips, revealing an inch of striped cotton boxers. He flashed a hairy pit as he ran a hand through his hair, leaving it in perfect disarray. His smile turned coy, "you want me, don't you?" He paused and posed, looking like he was torn from the pages of the A&F quarterly. "Well, first you're going to have to buy me dinner." We both laughed. "Get in the truck," he said, smacking my ass and making me jump painfully as he walked towards the driver's side.
I punched in the garage code, and the door started down, as I hauled myself into the passenger side, and he pulled out of the driveway.
"So, what are we doing tonight?" I asked, as he turned a corner.
"It's kind of a surprise. But I'll tell you this much, okay. You ready?" His excitement was evident and contagious. I couldn't help but smile as I looked over at him, more curious than ever. He continued, "Well, there's something I want to talk to you about, well, tell you, at least. Actually, it's a question about prom. But we'll get to that. But a teaser is, tonight there will be romance and action, you're gonna leave stuffed, and I'm not taking no for an answer." He smiled over at me, "So figure it out from that." I scowled at the vague clue, and he laughing a bit, as I reflected back my own enthusiasm, feeling both confused and anxious. And then Jamie was singing along to a new Coldplay track, and I joined in as he cranked the speakers and we lost ourselves in the music.
We pulled into Antonio's, and Jamie left the truck running while he went in, emerging a few songs later with an extra large pizza box, which he stowed in the back of the truck. Back in the driver's seat, he peeled out of the lot, and we continued singing along to track after track of the mix Jamie had burned as we headed away from our usual neighborhood stomping ground.
Turning down the radio, Jamie turned to me. "Close your eyes for a few minutes. Cover them with your hands if you have to, but don't look until I say." Trusting him completely, it was not hard for me to comply, although I wanted very much to see where we were, and determine our destination. I felt the car turn and slow and then come to a stop. "One more sec," Jamie said as I felt his hands on my head, tugging me forward a bit and turning me towards the window. "Okay, open your eyes."
I did and was surprised to see that we were at the Blue Moon Drive-In, and the movie on the marquis was the new Harry Potter flick. "Get out," I yelled. "Are you serious? You're taking me to see this movie? No fucking way. I can't believe it, Jamie. This is for real?"
"Dude, yes, we're going to see Harry Potter." He laughed, "It's all you've talked about for weeks, and this is the first weekend of the new season for the Blue Moon, so I thought it would be fun." He turned to me. "So, you're excited?"
"Fuck yea! Are you crazy? I'm so surprised and excited, Jesus, I don't even know what to say." In my hyper-emotional state, tears filled my eyes at the kindness of this gesture, and I turned away from Jamie so that he would not see. "Thank you, dude. Thanks so fucking much," I said, proud that my voice didn't crack. The line of vehicles began to pull forward slowly, and Jamie eased the truck towards the gate. This kindness was such a contrast to last night. Anthony had been singularly intent on his own pleasure, and even in those moments where my body was made to feel good, it was apparent to me now that those feelings were an aside. Had they not worked to meet Anthony's ultimate goal, they would have been expendable. Jamie, on the other hand, was doing this entirely for me. I knew Jamie had no real desire to see this movie, and the fact that he would do this for me was overwhelming.
"You haven't even heard the best of it, dude," Jamie gestured towards the back of the truck, "I've got some brews back there, and you saw the pizza, and we've got some unbelievable seats." He grinned at me. "Just wait."
I was floored, and when I'm stunned I tend to babble, and so Jamie spent the next 20 minutes hearing me drone on and on about the last couple of Harry Potter movies and what I did and didn't like, and he took in every word, even adding a couple of comments of his own, as was possible, which wasn't much. Once inside the theatre lot, he pulled around so that we were a respectable distance from the screen and backed into a space. I finally fell into silence.
"I know you're wondering why we're facing away from the screen." He smiled and ruffed up my hair. "It's because we're setting up in the back." He opened his door and hopped out. Other cars were pulling in as twilight moved closer to dark, and I followed him. In a few minutes, I was plugging an adapter into the lighter of his console as he started a little air pump and what had been a ball of plastic slowly took the shape of a small two-seater, fitting perfectly across the back of his truck bed. Securing our speaker to the side of the truck, we waited on the pump, talking about nothing. When inflation was complete, Jamie threw a blanket over the air furniture. Putting down the gate, he hopped inside, and flopped down. "The cooler serves as a stool," he plopped his feet on top of it, "a table," he replaced his feet with the pizza, "and the perfect place to keep MGD ice cold." He pulled a black can out of the ice and cracked it open, taking a few gulps. "So fucking good." He paused a minute. "You want one?"
I climbed up into the truck and remembered last night's choices about alcohol all too clearly. Fresh waves of regret that I had ever taken that first drink, that I had tried so hard to impress Anthony washed over me. "Nah. But if you have a coke...," before I could even finish, a cold, red can was in my hand.
Jamie put his hand on my shoulder, and his touch was both warm and electrifying on my skin. "I figured you might prefer coke," he reflected, rubbing gently, "but if you want a beer, let me know." His hand dropped away as he settled back into the seat. I cracked open my can and settled in beside him.
Although Jamie was on his second beer, and I had only had half my coke, the urge to piss hit me just as the previews started. Jamie laughed as I excused myself, slamming the last half of his beer while I scrambled out of the truck and headed towards the concession.
I expected there would be a line, and I was right, though I seemed to be among the last to arrive. I fell into the queue, and slowly worked my way to the door as guys stepped out of the can with some regularity. There was only one guy behind me, and I hoped that there would be a stall free when I got there, as I can sometimes be a little shy at the urinal, and I wanted to get back before the movie started.
I had stepped through the door into the cinder block room, to see a trough urinal on one wall across from two sinks and next to a single stall. I could see feet in the stall, and realized I'd have to make peace with public urination and steeled myself to step forward when my turn came. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and the unexpected, familiar touch made me nearly leap out of my skin. Or so it felt, as I turned to see Zac. Relieved and slightly embarrassed at my over-reaction, I motioned hello.
"Hey Lake. I thought that was you." The guy who had been behind me stepped ahead to the urinal and started his business. "Put it there, man." Zac held out his hand and I caught it as he pulled me in for a combo shoulder touch hug and single back pat. It felt very manly.
"How are you doing?" I inquired. The last dude stepped away from the trough leaving room for both of us. Zac pushed my shoulder in that direction, and stepped up beside me.
"Pretty good." I fumbled with the zipper on my jeans as Zac pulled the band of his basketball shorts down, flopping his balls out to hold them and taking his thick milk chocolate colored cockhead between two fingers. "My girl really wanted to see this movie or there's no way you could drag me in the gate, you know." He laughed and I finally freed my dick, aiming it towards the metal receptacle in front of me.
I couldn't help but glance over at Zac. His soft dick was beautiful, above hairless nuts. His pubes were pretty sparse, too, and he rubbed his lower belly with the hand that was not aiming his cock. His piss stream was strong and he sighed as liquid and tension flowed from his body. His eyes were closed but he shifted his hips slowly, drawing lazy arcs in front of him. My flow finally started, and I watched as our streams became one before swirling their way down the drain.
"Why don't you take a picture, dude." Zac's voice startled me and I realized he had caught me openly checking out his equipment. My gaze snapped forward and my flow stopped almost immediately. I mumbled an apology as I zipped up and moved to the sink. In the mirror I could see Zac from behind as he shook off and flipped his shorts back up. Next to me at the sink, we engaged in an awkward silence until Zac broke the tension.
"So, who you here with?" he asked.
"Jamie," I responded, glad to for some conversational distance between now and my gaffe of a moment ago. "I've been talking about the new movie now for weeks. I guess he paid attention."
Zac laughed. "You and my girl. Can't talk about nothing else." I finished drying my hands and started towards the door. "Tell you what. If she won't put out tonight, I'll come find you and you can take a much closer look at my dick than you got a few minutes ago." Zac busted out laughing, and, as my face turned crimson, I laughed with him, wondering just how much truth there was behind his joke.
I walked up to the truck just as the movie started. Jamie was kicked back on the love seat, and the leg of his cargoes rode up his thick thigh, teasing me to unconsciously look farther up the leg for a sign of the cock I loved to suck. But my fleeting glances were in vain, as his privates remained so, snuggled in his cotton boxers. I marveled at how blonde and sparse Jamie's body hair was in comparison to Anthony's as I settled in next to Jamie. He cracked another beer and grabbed a slice of pizza, and I followed his lead, making mine another coke. I mentioned that I had seen Zac at the bathroom.
"He's kind of been an asshole lately," Jamie said, almost as an aside.
"What do you mean?" I inquired.
"He's just been kind of short tempered. I think he's just stressed with baseball starting in a few weeks. I know he wants to be team captain really badly." The movie began in earnest, and I think Jamie could sense he was losing me. "It's no big deal. He'll get over it." Jamie laughed. "Are you even listening to me?" he mock punched my shoulder as I turned from the movie with an incredulous look on my face.
"Of course, I am!" I protested.
"Then I'm gonna kick your ass! I didn't bring you here to talk. Watch the movie, dude." We both laughed and the pizza slowly disappeared along with a few more drinks as the movie progressed.
I loved the feel of Jamie next to me. The seat was small enough that we had to sit pretty close, our arms and thighs pressed together. I turned a little so that I was half leaning against Jamie and snuggled in. The air around us started to get a little chill, and Jamie pulled out a quilt, spreading it across his lap and my own. Had I not been waiting weeks to see this movie, I might have fallen right asleep, peacefully, in the arms of the hottest man I knew.
As the credits rolled, I couldn't contain my excitement. This was, by far, the best of the three movies in the series, and I couldn't wait to dissect every second of the movie for Jamie. Like a true friend, he listened to everything I had to say, and then he put his finger up, and slowly moved it to my lips, in a hushing motion. I laughed at my own inner dork as he quietly shushed me.
"We can talk more about the movie later, dude. But first, I have some really exciting news I need to share with you." He paused, turning towards me and putting his hand back in his lap. "I wasn't home when you stopped by last night, and there was a reason." He paused again as my memory of the previous night washed over me in an instant, leaving me sick with regret for what I had done. I swallowed bile and nodded, hoping he wouldn't drag out whatever he was going to tell me.
"Well, I was on a date with Mandy Jenkins," he smiled and I remembered several occasions at school where I'd caught him eyeing Mandy's delicate features and delicious curves. It was clear in those moments that Jamie thought she was hot, though I thought she wore a little too much make-up and wondered if she had implants. Jamie had continued while my mind wandered, ". . . and long story short, I'm taking her to the prom."
My heart broke in that second, and I don't know why. It wasn't because I expected Jamie to take me to the prom, or decide to stay home, or even take someone he didn't find attractive, or something. I honestly don't know what I had expected. I'd been avoiding even thinking about it, because thinking of Jamie wanting to fuck anyone else hurt me. Even as much as I didn't want to admit it, I had fallen hardcore in love with him. I wanted to be enough for him; I wanted to be wanted by him. And maybe my heart broke in that instant because I knew neither of those things was ever going to be a possibility.
Jamie wasn't done yet, however. "But there's a catch, and it's a good one." Jamie beamed. "Mandy's dad won't let her go solo, so we need to double, and she wants to double with Adriana, her best friend." Adriana was like Mandy's shadow, as I recalled. Also cute, but Adriana was autumn to Mandy's spring. "And Adriana's got a little crush on someone who's in this truck. So I told Mandy you'd go with Adriana." Jamie punched me in the shoulder, laughing, his bright smile overwhelming his features. I was trying to process what he had just told me. "Dude," he said excitedly, "we're going to the prom together. Isn't that awesome!"
I turned to face him, still not quite fully comprehending. "Adriana has a crush on me? Are you fucking serious? No way."
Jamie chuckled. "She seriously does, dude. Mandy says she's got it bad."
I laughed, then, too, though nervously. "So, you and me and Mandy and Adriana are going to the prom." Jamie nodded. "That IS awesome, Jamie." I paused, dropping the smile. "Wait. But do you think I'll have to? I mean . . . will Adriana expect me to, you know"
Jamie punched me lightly in the pec. "Nah," he said laughing, "not unless you want to. I mean, she might expect a kiss, and she'll want to dance and stuff. But you don't have to fuck her or anything." He thought for a minute. "Honestly, Lake, I think she's a virgin. And so is Mandy."
"No fucking way," I spat. "Mandy's a virgin? I don't believe it."
"Seriously, dude. I mean, she gives hand and head, but I don't think she's ever been really boned."
I paused then. My eyes wandered over Jamie's strong jaw, his thick, kissable lips, and settled on his warm eyes. "Are you gonna?"
He smiled at me. "I wanna. She's fucking hot." He waited a second. "But she's not the only virgin I want to fuck on prom night." His eyes traced my body down to my crotch, and his hand found my thigh under the blanket. He slowly moved it from my knee towards my balls, and I felt the blood rush to my cock in response. "You know what I want, Lake?"
My heart was pounding, and I felt each throb of my pulse in my crotch as my pole got harder and harder. Jamie's hand brushed my nuts through the denim. Terror again flooded through my veins right along with lust. Jamie had never tried to seduce me before. He had just told me what he had wanted, and I had given it to him gladly. This new method was eerily similar, for me at this moment, to Anthony's sweet words and charm of last night. I closed my eyes for a moment and counted to ten again. Jamie's hand continued to manipulate me through my jeans. My breath was shallow as I responded, "Yes."
More than anything, I wanted to wash away my experience from last night. I wished for the ten thousandth time that Anthony had never answered the door. But my body was once again building to climax, and the present fogged the past. I was glad to let the vividness go, in favor of the caring hands and fingers fluttering, teasing my nuts. "Do you want it, too? You want me in you in that way?" He was rubbing my bulge now, his fingers hitting my shaft and moving it vigorously against the rough material of my pants and underwear. "You want to feel my weight on top of you as I take you and make you mine? As we become one?" I almost came when he said that.
"Oh god yes, Jamie." I pushed up against his hand. "I want you so much." Even as I said it, I could still feel the pain from my first fuck, the dull ache most strongly in my ass, but present in most of my muscles, and at this moment, my heart ached the most because I knew that Jamie wouldn't actually be my first, because his step-brother had beat him to it. I had given my cherry to someone undeserving, someone I didn't love, and it was killing me, even as Jamie continued to rub my shaft through my pants. Jamie leaned in close to me, his thumb working on the head of my dick.
"You're going to love having me inside you; gonna love taking my cock and my load." I was on the edge now. "If you really want me," he paused and stroked me even faster, if that was possible, "show me. . ." My breath was ragged and I was moaning a little as I humped up into his palm. ". . . cum right now." I felt my load race from my nuts through my cock and begin to unload in my pants. "Cum for me right now," he repeated as he began to slow his stroking. He pulled his hand from under the blanket, as my body slowly stopped heaving from an amazing orgasm.
"Dude, your jizz is all over my hand," he laughed as he held up his fingers. He put them to my lips, and pushed into my mouth as I began licking traces of my own salty cum from his digits. He pulled them out as my breathing had returned to normal, and I could once again speak.
"God that felt so good," I said quietly. "Thanks, dude."
He smiled over at me. "No problem. That's what friends are for, right?" He rubbed my shoulder. Pulling a twenty from his pocket, he said. Now why don't you do me a favor and go get us a tub of popcorn. The second feature's about to start."
I took the twenty and pulled the blanket aside, only to reveal just how much I had cum. A huge wet spot covered the crotch of my jeans. Jamie looked at it and smiled. "And maybe get some extra napkins."
"I can't go like this. Everyone will know I creamed in my pants, Jamie."
"They will not," he replied. "And if they do, who cares. Tonight you're mine and I made you cum. I marked you with your own seed." He paused. "I don't care if everyone sees it. And besides," he played coy, "you know how much I love popcorn. Won't you do this one thing for me?"
His eyes were so beautiful. I couldn't look into them and say no after he called me his. I owed him so much, was in debt to him for things he didn't even know about yet; things I couldn't tell him. It pained me to keep those secrets when he had been so open with me. I stood up and hopped out of the truck. Walking away, I turned to look back at him, as he cracked open another beer. "Thanks, Lake," he said, raising the can to his lips.
I got to the counter and had to wait in line for way too long. I saw a few other kids laughing in groups of two or three, and wondered if they were laughing at me. I untucked my shirt and wished I had thought to put on my sweatshirt. I could have pulled it down over the wet spot. My shirt wasn't long enough to completely cover the spot, and I felt incredibly self-conscious. Everyone I saw talk quietly to a friend, every glance in my direction, I read as someone who noticed and commented on the stain from my nut, even as the rational part of my mind told me it couldn't be that apparent. I made it back to the truck as the second movie began, feeling a little humiliated, but that dissipated quickly as I handed over the popcorn and snuggled back up against Jamie's strong arm.
He turned his head towards me. "You cheated." His tone was a combination of admonishing and amused. "That means you still owe me. And I'm going to collect before this movie's over."
I knew he meant I had cheated by untucking my shirt and trying to cover the shameful wet spot. But I wasn't at all sure how he was going to make me pay in the next two hours. At the same time, I knew whatever the price, I would pay it, and probably enjoy myself in the process.
The second movie in our double feature was a cheesy action flick with mostly second rate actors. But the special effects were awesome. I had purchased the big tub of popcorn, the kind you never really finish, and it sat on Jamie's lap. Popcorn is not my favorite, really, so I would only occasionally reach over to grab a handful.
About a half hour into the movie, when I reached for popcorn, our hands met in the bucket, and Jamie sort of took ahold of my hand. For a moment, I though he wanted to hold my hand, but it quickly became apparent that he wanted a return hand job, as he moved my hand beneath the blanket. My hand traveled over his abs and down to his crotch.
I felt his half-hard shaft and the mound of his nuts through the material of his shorts, as he unbuttoned and then unzipped the cargos. I found the waistband of his boxers as he scooted his shorts down a couple of inches. My hand worked under the elastic, my fingers combing through his bush as I pulled the cotton over his cock and hooked it under his heavy nuts. I couldn't help but make a mental comparison that Jamie's bush was softer than Anthony's, though both were about equally thick.
"Jack me slow," I heard him whisper to me. "Make it last, dude."
I slowly started to give him hand. I squeezed the hard rod of flesh in my fist a few times, pumping it, and feeling the blood rush through my grip. I could feel the stalk getting firmer, as I ran my thumb over the head, flicking the underside, pulling slowly away from Jamie's body and then bottoming out in his bush. I repeated the cycle as he got harder, my fingers manipulating his cockflesh as I began to pump him faster. Feeling the hardening shaft of Jamie's cock in my hand, I made more unconscious comparisons, judging the length of him, the thickness, the slackness of the skin on his shaft, the amount of his pre. Each measure was made in comparison to Anthony, and each was made more to differentiate the experience from my last than as a judgment. Jamie began to ooze more pre, which I collected on my thumb and used to moisten his head and more slowly the shaft beneath my hand. I had never realized just how much pre Jamie made, but it was substantial, and functioned perfectly as the natural lube that it was.
"Feels good, dude," Jamie moaned. "Keep it just like that."
It felt so good to have my hand on this hot cock as I worked him ever closer to climax. I had jacked Jamie before as I sucked on his head or worked on his bush or nuts. But I had never sat beside him and given him hand in this way, and the uniqueness of the situation made me grow hard again in my jeans. Hearing Jamie moan occasionally, or thrust up into my fist was more than enough motivation to continue jacking him through the better part of the first half of the movie, even when my arm started to get tired.
And then I heard a voice coming closer from behind us. Zac's voice. "Jamie. Dude. Is that your truck?"
"Get over here, Zac," Jamie called out and leaned towards me, quietly saying, "Keep stroking me dude. With the blanket and the popcorn, he'll never notice." He looked directly into my eyes as he queried me, "okay?" I nodded as a thousand butterflies took off in my stomach. I continued to jack his cock, though, as Zac drew closer. To minimize movement beneath the blanket, I started to give Jamie's dick a corkscrew motion, just up and down the shaft and head. Enough to keep him aroused, but not enough to arouse Zac's attention in the dark park.
"Hey man, what's up?" Jamie caught Zac's hand in a jocular handshake. Zac backed away a little, and leaned against the truck near the gate, the popcorn and cooler providing some additional coverage for the undercover work I was performing. Jamie's cock, if anything, got harder as he began to converse with Zac about the upcoming baseball season. Jamie remained rock hard, his cock pulsing even though the pace of my jacking was slower than it had been. Although my attention was divided, I was able to voice agreement that it sucked that school went so far into the summer in our area of the state. Part of some compromise with farmers and labor unions and god only knows who else, but our school year went almost a month longer than anyone else's we knew.
They continued talking, and I found myself once again providing sexual pleasure to a man during his conversation with someone else. Last night I had sucked Anthony during his phone call with Lisa. Tonight I jacked Jamie while he shot the shit with Zac. A shiver ran through my body that nearly jerked my hand clean off Jamie's cock before I regained control and continued my slow strokes.
At some point, Zac noticed the empty beer cans in the bed of the truck and shook his head. "You shouldn't be drinking pre-season, dude. It's bad for your game." He flexed his arms and shoulders then, consciously or not, I couldn't tell, though the veins stood out prominently on his biceps. "But it will make it easier for me to secure the spot as team captain, and maybe get some scouts down here." Zac laughed, and I could feel Jamie's abs tighten as his annoyance built.
"Whatever, dude," his voice didn't betray what I could feel going on in his body. It was clear he didn't want to argue with Zac, and he refused to take the bait. Zac didn't push it, and I felt Jamie relax, his cock still throbbing in the tight grip of my almost motionless fist. I started slowly jacking him again, and after about 5 minutes of chit chat, the people in the car next to us yelled to keep it down, and Zac scowled in their general direction before bidding us farewell and heading off. As Zac disappeared into the darkness, Jamie put his arm around me. Pulling the blanket away from his chest, he slowly pushed my head towards his lap.
"Suck me, dude. Finish me off, I'm really close." I was hesitant to comply, given the very public nature of our present position. Jamie sensed my resistance. "Dude, no one will see. We're up high, and you've got the blanket, too. Please, Lake? I need to cum really bad."
I slowly leaned down under the pressure of his hand, my tongue extended to guide the shaft of his cock into my waiting mouth. I began to vigorously piston up and down, not quite taking half of his cock into my mouth. Jamie's hand never left my head as he began to thrust his hips up on each down stroke. I felt his balls draw up fast. I had only been sucking for a few minutes when he began to unload. I didn't feel him shoot so much as tasted the creamy load as it filled my mouth. His orgasm was more apparent in a series of quiet grunts that he made to accompany each shot of cum.
And then he was pulling me back up by my forehead. Handing me the popcorn, he situated his cock back into his boxers and pulled the cargos up before securing them in place. He looked at me and smiled. "Thanks dude. Great cum, man. I really get off on doing it in kinda public places, you know?" He leaned over and gave me a peck on my upper cheek next to my ear. "You rocked me dude. Seriously." I literally glowed after that, the feel of his lips, one tiny kiss, seared into my tender flesh.
I had never made the connection about Jamie's exhibitionism before, but it wasn't a stretch. The first time I had sucked Jamie had been in a parking lot, just moments after he let me feel him up in the equipment cage of the lockerroom. I had never really connected the dots, but there was a small pattern of such events, including the blow job I had given him in his own kitchen. As I settled back, the remnants of his load on my lips and tongue, I was happy to feel that he kept his arm across my shoulders for the rest of the movie.
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