Knots

By Elias Donovan Scott

Published on Jun 29, 2013

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Knots 19

Knots is the story of two fourteen-year-old boys searching for their sexual and emotional identify. Both boys struggle with doubts about their new feelings for each other and the girls in their lives. Each chapter is either a first person account from the two boys, Matt and Andy, or a third person account with a camera's eye on the action in the story. 

This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, events or locales, is purely coincidental and no slanderous intent is implied.

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Andy          

            Dillon told me he was spending his birthday on Tuesday with his parents so I waited until evening to call and wish him a happy birthday. 

            He sounded happy.  "Thanks," he said.  I know it's my birthday and all, but I have a surprise for you.  What are you doing Thursday?"

            "Nothing right now.  What do you have in mind?"

            "Can you get away from about three to midnight?"

            "Let me check.  I'll call you back."

            I called my mom at work.  "Dillon has a surprise for me.  He wants to know if I can get together with him around three.  We won't be back until around midnight."

            "You've been spending a lot of time with him.  What's he have in mind?"

            "He said he wanted to surprise me.  You know he's cool.  He's been helping me a lot."

            "I've noticed that you're happier since he's been around. I can't see any reason why not.  But don't be later than midnight."

            "Okay.  Thanks, Mom."

            I called back.

            "I'll pick you up at three.  Dress casually, clean your ass out, and be ready for a whole lot of sex."

            "Shit, you're giving me a hard-on already.  Aren't you going to tell me more?"

            "Nope.  Just be ready at three.

*****

            Dillon drove up in front of my house with the top down exactly at 3:00.  He had his shirt off.  I jumped in and threw mine in the backseat.

            "You got me curious.  Where are we going?"

            He smiled at me.  "You'll see."

            We got on the freeway and headed out of town toward a small coastal town about thirty minutes away.  He kept looking over at me with a big grin on his face.  A couple times he winked at me.

            "You're beginning to piss me off, Dillon."

            His grin turned into a full-out smile.  We took the second exit and headed into the tourist area.  He pulled up in front of the Oxford Suites.

            I sat there gawking.  All I could think of saying was, "What the fuck?"

            Dillon put his shirt on, grabbed his red bag, and took the key card out of his wallet. "Follow me young man."

            "Dillon, I can't believe this shit.  We're really going to have a room to ourselves.  This is the coolest.  I can't wait to get naked and fuck."

            He put his index finger up to his lips.  "I know you're excited, but keep it down.  You want the whole place to hear us?"

            I lowered my voice.  "Oh, sorry.  It's just that I'm already hard."

            Our room was upstairs at the end of the hall. He inserted the key card and held the door open for me.  "After you young man."

            The room was huge.  There was what looked like a living room with a TV and a separate bedroom with another TV.  It was really one big room with small divider walls separating the two rooms.

            Dillon closed the door.  "What the fuck you waiting for, get your clothes off so I can fuck your brains out.

            We both stripped.  He pulled the covers back and shoved me on the bed.  He laid on top of me, pushed my hair back off my forehead, kissed it, and placed a hard passionate kiss on my lips, inserting his tongue into my mouth.  I pulled him close and hugged him tight.  He kissed my neck, sucked on my nipples, and worked his way down to my dick. 

            "Dillon, our sex is hot no matter how many times we do it."

            "That's why I brought you here.  I'm eighteen now and we're not going to stop because it's so awesome.  I can't stop.  We can't stop.  I love you too much."

            I wanted to cry when he said those words.

            "I love you too, Dillon.  I'll always love you no matter what.  The only things that could keep me from loving you is if you killed my parents, Matt, or me.  And there's no way you'd do any of those things."

            "Don't be so serious."  He put my hardened cock in his mouth.  He pulled off and licked the head before going down to the pubes.  He pulled up so only the head of my dick was in his mouth.  He looked into my face and smiled.  He held onto my cock and licked my balls before taking one and then the other into his mouth.  My breathing quickened and I let out soft moans.  He licked his fingers, went back to my balls, and put his finger in my waiting hole.

            "Fuck, Dillon.  I never want this to end."

            He looked up at me again.  "Shhh."  And went back to my dick. He suckled the head while his tongue explored my shaft.  Then slowly, he took as much of my cock in his mouth as he could and used one of his hands to stroke it as he bobbed his head up and down.  The feeling was incredible, overloading me with so many sensations I knew I wouldn't last long.

            I pulled him on top of me and hugged him again.  "I love you, Dillon."

            He didn't say anything, but laid back on the bed with his hard cock standing at attention.  He said, "Ride me, cowboy."

            I got the lube out of his red bag, lubed his cock, lubed my ass, straddled his hips, and slowly descended onto his beautiful cock  I moaned as it slid in.  I looked down at him with a big grin.  "I love your cock in my ass."  I put my hand on his strong chest as I began to bob my ass up and down.  "Damn that feels good."  I bent down and kissed him hard and deep, tasting my cock on his tongue.  "Just think, Dillon, we've got until midnight.  Kind of like Cinderella."

            He grinned.  "Yeah, kinda like that.  Turn around so my cock's in your ass and your back's against my chest."

            I liked this position because Dillon would pump my ass, put his arm around my chest, pull me back, and run his tongue in my ear.

            "I love feeling the ripples in your stomach," he said.  "It's so hot."

            Even though I just came ten minutes ago, I could feel myself ready to unload again. "I'm getting close, Dillon.  Slow down so we can cum together.

            He slowed and jacked my dick until I took it from him.  "Let go, it's mine." 

            He laughed.  "Okay cowboy.  I got my dick in your ass and your chest in my hand.  Before you know it, I'll have you tied in knots."

            Dillon moved his cock slowly in and out of my hungry ass.  "I'm getting close," he gasped.  "How `bout you."

            "Yeah.  I'll yell when I'm ready." I stroked my cock slowly until I knew I was on the edge.  "Are you ready?"  I asked while taking short breats.

            Dillon grunted as he plunged into my hole.  "Yeah, it's taking everything to keep from cumming."

            I stroked my cock a couple more times and my climax began and his cock began to pulse in my ass as I felt him cum.  Our moans were reverberating off the walls as his body shuddered behind me.  "Fuck," I gasped while trying to catch my breath.  "Dillon, your dick is so hot in my ass.  Keep it cumming.  Don't stop."

            He's yelling.  "Fuck Andy.  Your ass is so hot.  I want to fuck you till I die.  Shiiit.  This is the best.  It never has to end, Andy; we can do this forever."

            I laid back on him, my whole body spent and exhausted.

            Dillon breathed in my ear and kissed my neck.  "Are you ready to do this again?"

            "What do you think?"

            I scooted off him.  "Let's shower first."

            We showered together and he was soon licking my pucker.  I turned to look at him as he rimmed my ass.  "I'm beginning to think of my ass as a wishing well; it's always wishing it had your dick in it."

            He looked up and smiled.  I'll be glad to grant your wish."

            We sucked and fucked two more times.  I sucked and fucked him and felt complete in his arms, wrapped next to his strong body.  I felt safe. 

            It was around eleven when he said, "It's time to go Cinderella.  I don't want my car to turn into a pumpkin."

            We hardly talked on the way home.  I could feel a smile of contentment on my face.  I glanced at Dillon and he had the same look on his.

            "I'm glad we're not over, Dillon."

            "Me too."

            He pulled up in front of the house.  "See you tomorrow at the party.  You're bringing Matt, right?"

            "Yeah."

        The Birthday Party

            Andy was pacing back and forth waiting for Matt's dad to pick him up and drop them off at Dillon's.  His dad arrived a few minutes late.

            Matt opened the back door for Andy. "Sir, good to see you. You look sharp in that suit."

            "Thank you, James. I do believe I look pretty sharp if I must say so myself."

            Matt's dad put the car in gear and dropped them off in front of Dillon's.  He yelled out the window, "Okay you guys. Behave yourselves."

            Andy saluted.  Matt did the same. "Yes sir."

            They watched the taillights drift off.  Matt and Andy looked each other up and down.

            "Boy do you look hot," Andy said.

            "You're not so bad yourself," Matt added. He put his arm over Andy's shoulder as they walked up to the front door. Andy rang the doorbell and Matt removed his arm.

            Dillon opened the door. "Hey guys, you two are looking good."

            Dillon wore a tuxedo.  He reached over and put his hand on Matt's back as he moved the two of them into the entry hall which had a large well lit chandelier hanging in the entryway.  A staircase ran up the wall on the right. Dillon took the boys into the classically decorated living room, which had a bar at the far end.

            Andy and Matt looked around, and, while they knew it was going to be like this, were still surprised to see mostly seniors, some juniors, and a few sophomores milling around.  They didn't recognize the two of the younger boys.

            Andy stood between Matt and Dillon as Dillon introduced Matt to his parents. "This is Matt Spence. You already know Andy. Both these guys are going to be great football players someday."

            "Nice to meet you, Matt," Mrs. Burke said.

            "Good seeing you again, Andy," Mr. Burke added. "How are the studies coming? You've kept Dillon pretty busy this summer."

            "Great. Dillon's been a big help. He's taught me a lot."

            Mrs. Burke smiled. "I'm sure he has."

            Dillon gave his mother a quick glance. "These two are great athletes. Both want to be quarterbacks.  I plan to teach them everything I know. They'll be on varsity a year from now. Too bad I won't be here to watch."

            Matt looked at Andy and then smiled at the Burkes. "Dillon knows his football. I look forward to working with him."

            Andy rubbed his hands on Matt and Dillon's backs. "Thanks to Dillon, I think Matt's going to have to move back to halfback."

            The Burke's smiled at the boys. "Nice meeting you, Matt," Mr. Burke said.

            Mrs. Burke stuck her hand out to Matt. "Same here. She squeezed his hand and looked up at Dillon. "Nice boy. Good looking, too."

            Matt blushed.

            Andy and Matt mingled with the crowd for fifteen or twenty minutes. Andy turned to Matt, "I'm going to get a coke. You want something."

            "Naw.  I think we're going to eat pretty soon."

            Andy walked to the bar and a couple of the younger boys walked over to talk to him.  They were engaged in conversation when Dillon put his hand on Matt's shoulder. "Come up to my room. I have something to show you."

            "What about Andy?"

            "He's busy talking.  He'll know where we are."

            Matt hesitated, but followed Dillon up the stairs and into his bedroom.  He looked around in awe just as Andy had.  "Impressive," he said.

            Matt walked up to the trophies to read the inscriptions as Dillon quietly closed the door, locked it, and walked up behind Matt.  He put his hands on his shoulders and then reached over and stuck his hand in Matt's shirt as he licked his ear. He whispered, "You really turn me on."

            Matt spun around. "Get your fucking hands off me. You're eighteen, I'm fifteen, and I'm not Andy."

            "But you could be."

            Matt started toward the door when Dillon grabbed him and threw him on the bed. Matt wanted to scream, but all he could think was guys don't scream, girls do. Dillon put his knee in the middle of Matt's chest and pinned his arms over his head.  Dillon tried to kiss Matt, but Matt twisted his face away.  Matt rolled his hips and his shoulders, but couldn't get free as Dillon attempted to kiss him again. "I want you, Matt. I've wanted you for a long time."

            "Let me go you fucking asshole.  I'll scream."

            "Won't do any good.  The room is soundproof."

            Matt was going weak under Dillon's weight as Dillon put his lips to his and Matt turned away again. 

"You know you want it.  I saw the way you looked at me when we were on the football field the other day.  I knew you wanted my dick in your mouth and ass that day.  But I had my eye on you long before then. 

"What about Andy?"

"Don't worry about Andy.  He'll be fine.  I want both of you.  The difference is, Andy wanted me.  Still does.  He was ready and you weren't.  The sex between us is fantastic.  Ours can be too.

Matt had used all his energy to fight Dillon off, and was too weak to fight anymore.  Dillon outweighed him by at least thirty pounds.  Dillon pulled Matt's shirt out of his pants, slipped his hand over his abs and chest, and pinched his nipples.  Dillon was surprisingly quick when he put the Velcro bands that were tied to his bed around Matt's wrists.  Dillon pulled Matt's pants down, exposing his erect cock.  He grabbed Matt's cock as Matt flailed around trying to keep Dillon from sucking it.  "Untie me.  I don't want this."

Dillon pulled his own pants off, sat on Matt's chest with his back to his face in order to keep him pinned to the bed, and began sucking Matt's cock.  Matt's eyes rolled back in his head.

            There was a noise at the door. Someone was twisting the handle, trying to get in. Matt heard Andy's voice.  "Dillon, are you in there?  I can't find Matt."

            "I thought the room was soundproof."

            "Just a small lie."

            Dillon put his index finger over his mouth as he leaned down and untied Matt. "Get your pants on, tuck in your shirt in, and go over and look at the trophies."

            "Open the door, Dillon."

"Matt's here.  He's using my bathroom.  I got something on my pants and have one leg in and the other out.  Be there in a sec."

            Matt ran into Dillon's bathroom, straightened his clothes, and flushed the toilet before coming out to stare at Dillon's trophies.

             Dillon pulled his pants up and straightened his clothes before opening the door.

            "What the fuck you guys doing in here?  Why's the door locked?"

            "Got locked by accident. I was just showing off my room and my trophies to Matt."

            Andy thought of all the sex he and Dillon had had in this room right under the unwatchful eyes of his parents.  Matt stared at the trophies as tears rolled down his cheeks.

            Andy walked up behind him. "Quite a collection of shit, huh?"

            "Yeah, quite a collection." Matt managed. "Someday we'll have trophies like this in our rooms."

             Matt ran the fist of his hand against his cheeks to rub the tears away.

            "You've got to see Dillon's coin collection. He has some gold pieces, silver dollars, and mint coin sets."  Andy opened the drawer to Dillon's desk and pulled them out.  "Look, Matt."

            Matt headed to the door. "Sorry Andy, I gotta to go."

            Andy ran after him as Dillon followed them out into the dimly lit front yard. "What's wrong, Matt?  We haven't had dinner yet?"

            Matt's red eyes were hidden in the shadows. "I can't be here. Dillon...Dillon..."

            "What is it?  What about Dillon."

            "Nothing. I got to go." He ran out the gate and didn't stop for two blocks. Dillon put his arm around Andy who looked up.  "Should I go after him?"

            "Naw, he'll probably be back in a few minutes.  He said something about not feeling well."

            Matt called his dad on his cell. "Dad, can you pick me up?"

            "Party over already?"

            "I don't feel well."

            "Be right there."

            Matt said little on the way home. He ran to his room as soon as they walked in the door. He laid on his bed fully clothed.  The room was silent except for his quiet  tears. 

There was a tap at the door.  "Can I come in?"

            "Just a minute." Matt wiped his eyes.

            His dad opened the door and started to turn on the lights. "Don't. I want it dark."

            His dad stood in the door. "Okay, if you say so.  How you feeling?"

            "Not very good."  He started to say something, but decided to wait. He didn't want to betray Andy.  

            His dad was silhouetted in the doorway. "Do you want to talk?"

            "Not now, maybe later."

            "Let me know when you're ready." He closed the door, leaving Matt to his fears and tears.

*****

            Mr. Spence opened the door when Andy came by Matt's late the next morning. "Good morning Mr. Spence. Is Matt in his room?"

            "Yeah, been there all morning. Said he didn't feel well."

            Andy ran down the hall to Matt's room, knocked on the door, and walked in.  Matt was sitting at his desk drawing.  It was a picture of a monster climbing over the back of his human victim.

            "That's scary, Matt."

            "It was in my nightmare last night."

            "Glad I don't have those kinds of dreams. What are you terrified of?"

            "Nothing."

            Andy sat on the bed. "What the hell, Matt? Why'd you run out on me last night? Some kind of monster scare you?"

            "Kinda."

            "Yeah, I know. You think Dillon's a monster?  He's not. We had the hottest sex last night after the party.   We're  still boyfriends."

            "He's eighteen. Having sex with a minor is statutory rape."

            "It was never rape. I was a willing partner. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven."

            "You always say that. Said the same with the girls too. I haven't forgotten what you said after a few nights with Joan."

            "But this is love, and love makes the sex hotter. I feel it in every part of my body."

            Matt hesitated. He pictured himself pulling out a gun and shooting Andy. He knew that's what it would be like if he told him about Dillon. He went silent.

            "What's the matter Matt, did my talking about all the hot sex with Dillon make you speechless?"

            Matt cleared his throat. "I have to tell you something.  It's going to hurt.  You're going to think you've been shot by your best friend, but I need to tell you."

            "Why? What?"

            "Dillon tried to rape me last night. He only stopped because you came to the door."

            "Liar."

            "He's a predator. He likes younger boys."

            "You're just jealous because I have a fucking hot relationship with Dillon. You want him too. I've seen you look at him." Andy lunged at Matt, threw him to the floor, and beat him with his fists. Matt grabbed his hands, threw him on his bed, and put his knee in the middle of Andy's back to hold him down.

            Matt yelled, "That's bullshit and you know it. Lay still."

            Andy relaxed. "I give."

            Matt lifted his knee. Andy rolled off the bed, sat on the floor, and leaned against the bed.

            Matt sat next to him. "Do you want to hear what happened or not?"

            "Go ahead.  Tell your lies."

            "Dillon said he wanted to show me something in his room. I followed him up and was gawking at his trophies when he locked the door, came up behind me, put his hand inside my shirt, and started rubbing my chest.  He whispered, `You really turn me on.' I spun around and told him to something like `get your fucking hands off me. You're eighteen, I'm fifteen, and I'm not Andy."

            "You're making it up. You want me to hate Dillon.  But it's not going to work.  So don't bother with the lies."

            "I'm not. You know what he said next?"

            "Can't wait to hear."

            "After I said I wasn't Andy, he said, `But you could be.'"  Matt paused.  "Like I said, he  likes younger boys."

            "So what happened?  You let him rape you?"

            Matt stood and walked to his desk so he could look directly at Andy. "He tried. I headed for the door, but he grabbed me and threw me on the bed, holding me down until my struggling wore me out.  He tied my hands to the bedpost and pulled off my pants, sat on my chest, and sucked my dick.  I'm not sure what else he had in mind because you knocked on the door."

            "Why didn't you scream?"

            "He told me the room was soundproof. At the same time I'm thinking girls scream, guys don't. It wasn't until I heard your voice that I knew he was lying about the room."

            Andy hung his head and didn't say anything for three or four minutes.  Matt waited out the silence.

"You know what Matt, I don't care. He's never going to have you because you're not that way, and right now he's mine. I'm not going to say anything; I'm going to just let our relationship go on like before."

            "Are you crazy? You just said the sex was hot because he loves you. You find out he doesn't really love you and you don't care?"

            Andy stood up and looked Matt in the eye. Matt saw the red eyes and the tears on his cheeks.  He dropped his head and lowered his voice.  "Matt, thanks for telling me. But it really doesn't make any difference. He loves me in his own way. I'm wounded a bit, but won't die."

            He slowly moved toward the door. "Bye Matt. Don't forget, we have a mowing job tomorrow."

            Matt grabbed Andy, hugged him, and held him close for a long time before letting go. "I won't forget."

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Author's Note

If you've gotten this far in Knots, you are probably dedicated to finishing.  I've left clues for you.  I'm wondering if you noticed them. 

1.  Dillon called out Matt's name when he and Andy were having sex.

2.  When Andy first mentioned love, Dillon asked, "What is love?"

3.  Dillon was busy certain days of the week so he couldn't see Andy.  What was he doing?

4.  Dillon already had the key card to the room at the Oxford Suites.  Had he already used the room with someone else?

5.  There were two younger boys at the party that distracted Andy.  Did Dillon put them up to it?

There are other questions you might be asking yourself right now, but I'm not going to say more. 

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I'd like to thank Andy Roberts and Lisa for taking the time to edit Knots.  As the author, I take final responsibility for all parts of the story, including any errors. 

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Chapter Quote:  "It was a mistake," you said. But the cruel thing was, it felt like the mistake was mine, for trusting you."  ― David Levithan, The Lover's Dictionary

Next: Chapter 20


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