Jacey's Put In-Use by Aadrin Blue
Part 7
"No using the sink to wash your hands before class. And Jacey, remember our little 'date' tonight. I'll see you after school. Don't be late," Brad ordered. Then he left. He didn't even stay to make sure Jacey would obey his order about the sink, but he didn't have to. Jacey ran to class. The taste from that morning stayed with him well into second period.
All morning long his mind raced in circles, replaying the morning's events. Brad had actually said 'date' when referring to their plans this afternoon. Was he being sarcastic? Did he say it without thinking? Could it be he had feelings for Jacey? It was all he could concentrate on, all morning long. Before he knew it, it was lunch time, and now he sat alone at a table in the back corner of the school cafeteria, totally ignoring his Whopper Junior with fries and his medium Grape Coke. Another tray dropped into place next to his, breaking him out of his reverie.
"Hey, doorknob. What, if anything, is going on inside that head of yours this morning," asked Danny, already digging into her salad hungrily.
"Hey, girl-girl. Long-time-no-see," said Jacey.
"For you, maybe. I've been in class with you all morning, at least physically. I'm not so sure about your mind. You seem to be off on cloud seventeen somewhere... What gives?" she demanded. Jacey hesitated, finally biting into his burger. He chewed, and swallowed about half of what he'd bitten off.
"Bradley del Mar," he answered with his mouth still half full.
"Oh.. not this again... Didn't you already go through this once? Didn't he shoot you down through your ... your ..." She gestured repeatedly at Jacey's Com, "...through your DA," she finished, spearing a large piece of lettuce.
"No, it's not just a crush this time. We're actually... I'm actually... Brad and I are going somewhere together after school today. On a date," Jacey explained, conspiratorially. She gave him a long look of appraisal.
"Oh really. Where are you two going," she asked.
"I don't know."
"Well what will you two be doing?"
"...I don't know," Jacey said. Danny cast him another long look.
"Right," she said, returning her attention to the salad.
"I am so!!! You never believe anything I tell you," Jacey complained.
"Jacey Burkell-Turner, I have been your friend for how many years now? And in all the years I've been your number one friend, your sidekick, your first-mate, how many tall tales have you tried to sell me on, hook line and sinker? So no, I'm not buying your fish story this time," she said, rolling her eyes.
"You're mixing your metaphors there, Captain Hook," Jacey countered. Then he ate some of his fries. Salty. Good.
"How's Check," he teased her.
"Ha Ha Ha. How incredibly unfunny of you to ask. Not everyone can run an Active digital assistant, nerd-boy. Check works as fine as the first day I got it," she said.
"And with about as much personality, too," Jacey said with a giggle. Flash laughed too, but he muted his external speaker so Danny couldn't hear it. Jacey only heard him through miniphones.
"You know, with a little work and just a few upgrades, you could have Check turned Active and then we could both have one," Jacey prodded his friend.
"No, not interested," Danny said. They'd had this argument at least a dozen times before. "I have enough real friends to keep me company, I don't need to talk to a computer to feel loved," she teased him.
"It's not like that," he countered. She interrupted him.
"Changing the subject, I notice you're having Burger King again. For like the third time this week, aren't you worried about wrecking your girlish figure? Wouldn't want to upset your alleged boyfriend Brad," she teased.
"Whatever, salad-girl. You're not on one of those stupid hippie peptide-diet programs, are you," asked Jacey.
"That's a fad. No, I just don't feel like saturating my body with fat and grease," Danny answered.
"Says the girl as she bites into the cucumber doused with ceasar salad dressing," he replied, sipping his Grape Coke.
"Nerd," she said.
"Hippie," he retaliated. "How's your ass," he asked.
"I get whacked tomorrow morning at assembly. Thanks, by the way," she said.
"Hey, what's a paddling between friends?" Jacey said, as he continued eating.
At 1518, school had been out for more than a quarter of an hour, and still Jacey stood waiting outside the northwest doors of the school. Just like he'd been told to, in the IM he'd received from Brad near the end of his final class of the day. He didn't see the object of his affection anywhere around, and he was growing concerned as he looked both ways down the long school driveway. Suddenly, the doors to the school behind him opened and closed, and he spun around to see if it was Brad. It wasn't. It was an eleventh level named Omar, a troublemaker who was always giving Jacey a hard time for no apparent reason. Probably because Jacey was smaller; vulnerable, an easy target for a cowardly bully.
"Hey, dumbass. What are you waiting out here for?" he said, delibrately crowding Jacey's personal space.
"I'm waiting for my ride, Omar," Jacey said. He wanted to avoid a fight. Omar, on the other hand, didn't seem to be in such a diplomatic mood. He moved in even closer and got in Jacey's face.
"Oh yeah? Waitin' for your mom, huh. Maybe I should wait around with ya' and give her some of this when she comes," he said, gesturing vulgarly.
"Log off, Jerk," Jacey said.
"Yeah, your mom likes it from a real man," Omar insisted. He moved directly in front of Jacey, staring down at him, and pressed his finger into Jacey's shoulder. Jacey grabbed Omar's wrist and glared at him. The movement was so quick that even Flash was surprised, his eyes went wide on the tiny screen, so close to where Jacey now gripped the other boy's wrist.
"Step off me, fuck-up," Jacey growled. Omar pulled free and laughed.
"Man, fuck you," he said, shoving Jacey. Jacey was caught off-balance, and stumbled back a couple of steps. "You didn't learn so good last time? You want to start a fight with me, again, that's fine, little man," Omar said.
"I'm not starting anything, it's you! It's always you, why can't you just leave me alone," Jacey yelled back. Omar laughed once more. He started to move toward Jacey again, and he looked like he was about to say something, but he never got the chance.
"Hey," came another angry voice from directly behind Omar. Omar spun around just in time to catch Bradley's speeding fist as it slammed into the side of his face. Omar went down with a yelp, more like a puppy than a bully. He put a hand to his nose. It was bleeding. He threatened to call campus security as he fought back tears.
"You really want to play that card, dickhead? Cuz Jace here, he runs an Active Com. That means Always On, All the Fucking Time, you disconnected retard. So go ahead and call, and we'll show them how you provoked another fight. Again. How about that, Omar," Brad said.
"Flash, were you recording just now," Jacey asked in a whisper. When Flash responded, it was by miniphones only.
"No I wasn't, but he has no way of knowing that," said the Digital Assistant.
Omar stood up again. He'd managed to fish some kleenex out of a coat pocket for his nose, and he was glaring daggers at Brad. Omar decided it wasn't worth it.
"Man, fuck you..." he said, turning to leave.
"Yeah, get your sorry ass out of here," Brad called after him. Jacey felt renewed adoration for Brad.
"Flash, he rescued me," Jacey said, fighting back tears of his own. He ran forward to Brad, stopping mere inches away from the older, larger, more powerful boy. For an instant, Brad's gaze softened, but then his features grew stern once more. Just then Sierra beeped, and Brad's car rolled up behind him on the school's driveway. The driver and front-passenger doors opened, and Brad pointed.
"Get in the car," he ordered.
"Yes sir," Jacey said happily. He knew one thing, he wasn't being ordered to ride in the trunk this time. When both of them were in the car, Brad said nothing as he drove them out of the school's parking lot, and onto a major roadway. It wasn't until they were riding the onramp to the highway that he even acknowledged Jacey's presence. First he pressed three buttons on the dash, and the steering wheel receded. An obnoxiously mechanical male voice droned from the car's sound system.
"Toyota Autodrive engaged, city-net connection established. Vehicle now under city-net control," read the car.
"Sierra," Brad began.
"I'll take care of the destination. You take care of your passenger," she replied.
"Thanks darling. Close the moon-roof cover and darken the windshield, please," Brad ordered. Sierra, in turn, connected through local airnet and made the changes he requested through the car's power system. The tinted windows and blacked-out windshield offered the privacy Brad required. Moving their seats back a little, and pulling up the armrests, he disconnected first his own, then Jacey's seatbelt. Jacey glanced at him nervously. True, it was virtually unheard of for cars in the city-net lane to have any kind of accidents, but you were still supposed to wear your seatbelt just in case.
"Now crawl over here and suck my cock, Jacey," Brad said. Jacey was a little alarmed, he hadn't expected Brad to start on this until they'd at least gotten to his house. Stunned, Jacey didn't move quick enough for Brad's liking. He reached over and pulled on Jacey's arm rather roughly.
"What's wrong with you, I said get down here and suck me off! When I tell you to do something, you do it right away, no question. You'd better learn that quickly, or it'll be unpleasant for you."
"Sorry, sir," Jacey climbed across as Brad moved his seat as far back as it would go. Brad's family was clearly possesing of means, his car was very high end and designed for comfort. Jacey was surprised to find that there was enough room to accomodate his kneeling form under the dash, once the pedals and steering wheel were retracted.
"Go ahead, I'm waiting," Brad said, leaning back. Jacey reached forward and opened the buttons of Brad's fly, and then pulled open the front of Brad's boxer shorts. His cock sprang out. Jacey leaned forward and looked up at Brad's face, but this time he couldn't catch Brad's gaze because the older boy had his eyes closed. His arms lay crossed on his chest. Brad was completely at rest. Dissappointed at not receiving the eye contact, Jacey licked his lips and took Brad into his mouth once more.
"Mmmm. I can tell you're a natural cocksucker, Jacey, but I'm going to give you lessons. I want you going up and down, not just sucking like it's candy. Get into a steady rhythm. I'm gonna make sure you get lots of practice, and this car ride is a perfect opportunity," he said. As the car continued along its route, Jacey continued at his task. He kept his lips wrapped tightly around Brad's penis, as tightly as he could in fact, but as he bobbed up and down he was also caeful to keep his teeth well-clear. He'd read a lot about blowjobs on the net. He wanted so badly to make Brad happy, he concentrated all his attention on his technique. He sucked, he bobbed, he tried different speeds and eventually fell into a steady rhythm that didn't tire him too badly or bother Brad.
Jacey tasted the unique flavour of Brad's precum as every so often a drop would make its way out of Brad's cock and into Jacey's mouth. Every time he tasted it he thought of it as a little mini-reward from his love. Brad would shift every so often, or moan. Jacey loved hearing that sound. Hearing it was like musical heaven. After five minutes or so, Brad grabbed hold of Jacey's hair again. Jacey thought Brad was going to shoot right away, but he didn't. He just made a fist and took hold of the younger boy's hair for control. Brad used it to control Jacey's speed and the depth of his effort. Jacey found Brad had him going down farther now, he liked getting his dick deep into the back of Jacey's mouth, almost into his throat. Jacey found this difficult to do. The position Jacey was in made it difficult for Brad to get in that far, but if it weren't for that, Jacey would probably be gagging again like he had been that morning. Brad had him going a little bit faster now.
"Mmm, that's good. Keep up that speed," Brad ordered. He let go of Jacey's head, and Jacey forced himself to keep going as deep and as quickly as Brad wanted. Jacey was becoming a little bit uncomfortable in his jaw, but he knew that making Brad feel good was more important than his own comfort. After about forty-five seconds of this speed, Brad ordered him to slow down.
After ten minutes on the highway, Jacey's mouth was really starting to ache. He was desperately hoping that Brad would shoot soon so he could swallow it and take a rest, but he was beginning to suspect that Brad had no intention of cumming at all on this trip. He was still laying back, moaning every now and then, but apparently in no hurry to finish. He clearly didn't care about Jacey's discomfort. For some reason, Jacey felt that this was exactly how things should be.
Suddenly the impersonal mechanical car voice returned. "Approaching off-ramp. Exiting highway in thirty seconds."
"Okay, get off me, cocksucker. Climb back over to your own seat," Brad ordered. Jacey obeyed him, dissappointed that he hadn't made Brad cum. Brad moved his seat back into position, and as he buttoned his fly, the car gave the ten second warning. The pedals extended, as did the steering wheel, and the Liquid Crystals in the windshield switched from opaque to transparent automatically. Brad drove them off the highway, through his neighboorhood, and into his driveway without another word. Jacey wondered why Brad had chosen not to finish himself off in Jacey's mouth...
To Be Continued
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