Knots

Knots II Part 20

Knots II is the continued story of two fifteen-year-old boys searching for their sexual and emotional identify during their sophomore year in high school. 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. 

If you're reading this on Nifty, Knots and Knots II follow in sequence at the same link.

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

I was pissed when I saw Matt grab Thomas' hand. Maybe it didn't mean anything. He could have just been trying to let him know it was time to leave. At the time, I didn't know it was jealousy. I just new I was angry. Right then and there, I wanted to jump Randy's bones and fuck the shit out of him to get back at Matt.

Randy pulled me to him and planted a deep tongue-lashing in my mouth. My tongue lashed back. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into my parents' bedroom. Believe it or not, I wasn't sure what to do. My cock was hard and I was ready for some one on one sex with Randy and to hell with Thomas and Matt, but I heard myself tell Randy, "Maybe we shouldn't do this. Matt and I kind of have a deal."

He chuckled. "When it comes to sex, there are no deals. They're probably fucking their brains out right now."

I shook my head. "I'm not so sure."

"Thomas is always talking about Matt and how much he'd like to fuck him. You're the one I wanted. So what do you think Thomas is going to do when he has Matt alone and you're not around?

I frowned. "I don't know. I trust Matt. He would tell me if he did. I'd tell him if we did. We've never lied to each other."

He let out a "Huh! Do you really think he's never lied to you?"

"Randy, I'd loved to fuck you, but I'd have to tell Matt and then what?"

Randy shrugged. "Who gives a shit? We're only having fun. What difference does it make? All of us have been fucking each other all day. Why should it make a difference if you and I have sex by ourselves?"

It's strange as I think back on it, but he seemed like the devil, full of temptation. I wanted to fuck him and get back at Matt. Like I said before, I wanted them to find us fucking when they came into the house on Sunday. I didn't know what to do. Matt only says that it's sin if it hurts you or someone else. He didn't think all our fucking was a sin. Neither did I. Suddenly, the question hit me. Will this hurt Matt? Will it hurt me? Will it hurt our friendship? What am I going to do?" My cock was hard and hungry for Randy's mouth and ass, but...Yes, it was a big BUT. Here I was, the guy who grabbed sex whenever he could. And right then I didn't know what to do. I thought of Matt's poem, which I'd memorized.

Who am I?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Confusion courses through my veins.

And love fills every pore.

All parts of my body scream

For my best friend

While my mind says,

Proceed with caution.

I ask myself,

Why can't life be simple?

It used to be.

What happened?

All parts of my body may have been screaming for my best friend when it was just Matt and me and no one else was involved, but now all parts of my body were screaming for Randy. The answer was in the poem. Proceed with caution. Everything in my body said, fuck caution. Randy kissed his way down to my hard cock and started sucking. I moaned. He kept my cock in his mouth as he twisted around so his cock and ass were in my face. I took his cock in my mouth. His dick was thick, and I loved the feel of it in my mouth. Soon my mouth was on his asshole spitting to wet it and then sucking and licking that sweet thing.

He let go of my cock. "Isn't this better than sitting around worrying about Thomas and Matt?"

Once I'd gotten started on Randy's ass and cock, I'd forgotten about Matt. But as soon as he mentioned Matt, guilt hit me. "We need to stop. Or just suck each other. As much as I want to fuck you, Matt's still my best friend and we've agreed to only have sex when we're all together."

"Thomas and I are best friends too, but I don't give a shit if he fucks Matt. He probably doesn't want us fucking either. But hell, he left with Matt. Fuck them."

I slapped Randy's ass, pulled my cock out of his mouth, and leaned up against the headboard. Randy didn't miss a beat. He immediately went down on my cock.

"Stop."

A scowl crossed his face as he came off my cock and knelt in front of me. "What are you, just a mouth and prick teaser?"

"Fuck you. I usually wouldn't give a shit, but Matt gave up his virginity for me."

"What the fuck you talking about?"

I hung my head and talked low. "I was ready to kill myself when I found out Dillon was fucking around with you and Thomas. Before that, I thought I was the only one in his life and I thought he loved me. That and the fact everyone would know about Dillon made and me made me think my life was over. Matt stayed with me the night I found all that shit out and gave himself to me because he loves me."

Randy scowled again. "Don't be so naïve. He doesn't love you. He just wants your cock in his mouth and in his ass. And then he wants to do the same to you. Sex does that. I know."

I shook my head. "Don't you give a shit about Thomas at all? Don't you love him?"

"Hell no. I love Thomas' ass. I love his cock in my mouth. I love sex. It can be you or him or any guy. I thought you were the same."

His words surprised me. "Aren't you best friends?"

He grinned. "Yeah, friends with benefits. You take this shit too seriously. Let go and have fun. Fun is what it's all about."

"What if someone gets hurt?"

He didn't miss a beat. "That's their problem, not mine."

I remember thinking, Randy's a real asshole. But in many ways, I was that way too. I couldn't count the number of girls I fucked and didn't give a shit about. I'd only stuck with Dillon because he was gay and I thought he loved me and I loved him. Hell, I'd only been with Dillon and Matt before our foursome. "Who else have you been fucking?" I asked.

He grinned. "Wouldn't you like to know? You'd be surprised how many straight guys like to have a little gay action."

"Like who?"

He gave me a devilish grin. "I'm not telling."

I looked him in the eye. "Then how many?"

He snickered. "I wish I could say too many to count, but it's only been about five. They always come back for more. I'm beginning wonder if they think I'm their little whore. But I don't give a shit. I love the sex."

"Older or our age?" I inquired.

"Older. They like my young ass. All the publicity has done a lot for finding guys who want me to suck their cock and fuck me. And I'm happy to oblige."

"So I'm just one more of your fucks?"

He laid on his side facing me. "You got the wrong attitude. It's about fun. You keep forgetting that."

I moved under the top sheet. "That's what I always told Matt. Still is. But..."

"So you let Matt dictate what you can or cannot do?"

All the time this is going on, I'm trying to decide if Randy and I should fuck or not. I wanted to so badly. Yeah, it was all about fun. The whole afternoon was about fun. What difference should it make to Matt since we'd all been fucking and sucking all afternoon? But it still didn't seem right. Of course there was the possibility Matt and Thomas were fucking their brains out. And if Randy and I didn't, I'd feel like a fool. "Why can't life be simple?"

Matt

"Matt, dinner's ready," my mother yelled.

"Coming."

Thomas grabbed me, pulled me into him, and kissed me without any tongue. Strange how something so simple can say so much.

Mom had spaghetti and meatballs for dinner with apple pie alamode for dessert. Thomas and I sat at the table and talked while my mother washed dishes. "Do you need any help, Mrs. Spence?" Thomas volunteered.

She nodded. "Just take everything off the table and set it on the sink. You help too, Matt." I did as I was told, thinking Andy never offered to do anything like that.

My dad went into the living room and turned the TV on. "Hey guys, there's a game on. Join me."

Oregon was playing USC. Thomas and I looked at each other and nodded. "Be right there," I said.

We made small talk with my dad during the game. Mom eventually joined us and we suddenly seemed like a family. I kept looking at Thomas and thinking about sex. It pissed me off. I never used to be that way. And now I got horny every time I saw a good-looking guy. The game and the quarterbacks should have been on my mind. You can learn a lot from watching games on TV, but I was there thinking about Thomas. And to tell the truth, I had images of Randy and Andy rolling around on his parents' bed. The game seemed unimportant. I wanted to head to my room with Thomas to do I don't know what.

The game finally ended. My dad seemed to know something was wrong. "What going on Matt. You don't seem yourself. Usually, you're always talking about the game and what the quarterback did or did not do right. But tonight, you hardly said anything."

"Just tired," I responded.

He gave me a funny look. "You're only fifteen. Didn't you get a good nights sleep last night?"

"No, that's why I wanted to come home. There was too much going on at Andy's and there wasn't any way I could just lay down and take a nap. I think Thomas and I'll head to bed. Is that okay?"

"It's only 9:30, Matt."

"I know, but we're both whipped."

He gave me a suspicious look. "Keep your door open."

"We're not kids, Dad. We want some privacy."

He changed channels to find the news. "Don't worry. Your mother and I won't come down to see if you are tucked in tight and kiss you goodnight."

My mom grinned. "I can't promise that I won't come in and kiss you both."

It's strange how your fate can be changed in a few words. Dad was obviously suspicious. Of course, he was right, so I let it go, knowing the decision about sex had been made. Well, at least until they went to bed.

Sex was off the table. I'm not sure if we would have done anything. We laughed about it when we got to my room. We talked for a time and then slept straight through until we could smell breakfast cooking.

"Rise and shine," my mother shouted from the kitchen.

We both smiled at each other.

"Guess we were more tired than we thought", I said.

Thomas stuck his hand into the sleeping bag and scratched his balls. "I wonder how Randy and Andy slept last night."

I jumped out of bed. "Guess we'll find out when we get there."

Thomas rolled his eyes. "Didn't you think it strange that Andy said he'd leave the door unlocked? Maybe he wants us to catch them fucking around."

I shook my head. "With Andy, you never know. Andy and I agreed not to have sex with anyone else except when the four of us are together. But I don't know what he'll do if Randy goes after him. Andy seemed pissed when we left, so who knows what he might do. He's one horny mother. But hell, so are we. Who knows what we might have done if my dad hadn't made me keep the door open and we then we crashed."

"I guarantee you that if Randy has a chance, he and Andy are going to fuck. Trust me," Thomas exclaimed.

We heard footsteps coming down the hall. My mom stuck her head in the door. "Are you guys coming or not?"

There I was sitting on the side of my bed in my shorts. Thomas was still in his sleeping bag. "Sorry, Mom. We were just talking."

Thomas slept in his PE shorts and no shirt. He threw the sleeping bag open to my mother's gasp. She must have expected him to be naked or something. We both laughed.

She reclaimed her composure. "Breakfast is in five minutes. Get dressed. You guys are as bad as a couple girls."

Thomas smiled. "That's hard, Mrs. Spence."

She grinned and left. Thomas got up and put his shirt over that beautiful tanned body of his. I did the same. We plopped ourselves down at the breakfast table and my mom had the plates in front of us in minutes. "The way you guys looked last night, I thought you needed a good breakfast."

"Thanks, Mom."

Dad wasn't any better than us. He came in and sat after us. My mother put a plate in front of him. "It's about time. Was there something that kept you awake last night?"

He smiled at her. "You mean you forgot?"

She smiled back. "I don't have the slightest idea what you're talking about. I was up early and made breakfast." She turned to Thomas. "Are you going to church with us?"

"If you don't mind me going in my jeans."

"Makes no difference to us. We just want you to know you're welcome to come with us."

I took a sip of orange juice. "We told Andy we'd be over this morning."

"You can go after church," my dad chimed in.

I groaned. "That preacher is an ass. Breathing is a sin to him."

My father spooned some eggs into his mouth before replying. "Maybe so, but you don't go to church for the minister. You go to show you love God."

I remember thinking, well, if God sees everything, He must wonder if I love him or sex the most. I know it's sex. But as you already know, we pray a lot when we're having sex. They're prayers of thanks for making sex so awesome. It's Thanksgiving every time we're naked and licking, sucking, and fucking. These thoughts made me smile.

"What are you smiling at?" my dad asked.

"Nothing Dad. Just thinking of all the times I call God's name."

"Me too," Thomas added.

*****

As usual, the minister went on about sins of the flesh and how the world was a terribly sinful place. Not once did he mention the sins of neglect, ignorance, greed, or lack of compassion for others.

Thomas kept nudging my leg with his leg. He leaned into me. "I guess he's talking about us. I'm looking forward to the sins of the flesh Andy has planned for us today."

"We're in church. Have some respect," I whispered back and then nudged him with my leg. We both laughed. My mom gave us a dirty look.

*****

We headed to Andy's when we got back. My dad yelled, "Behave yourselves."

Thomas and I smiled back. "We will."

Thomas nudged me as we walked. "How should we react if we catch them fucking?"

I shook my head. "I don't know. We could ignore it and piss them off. I think they expect us to react."

Thomas grinned. "All I know is right now I just want to see what kind of sexual exploits Andy has planned for us. I don't want to see us screw it up."

"Me neither. But I'd still be disappointed in Andy."

Thomas shrugged. "I don't expect much from Randy. He's been fooling around with some older guys around school that as far as I'm concerned look at him as a gay whore. He gives free blow jobs and lets them fuck him."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, he told me."

I stopped in front of Andy's. "So we're just one more notch on his belt?"
"Yep."

"And you're still friends?"

"Not like it used to be. That's why I wanted to come to your house. I'd like it if you and I could be better friends, benefits or not."

I headed down the walk to Andy's front door. "I understand. I'd like to be friends too. Andy and I are close and I'd feel betrayed if he was doing what Randy's doing. It would change our friendship. Not that I own him or anything. But we've agreed not to have sex with anyone else unless we're both there. He kind of violated that a little when you and Randy tried to seduce him, but what's a guy to do?"

"He did tell us to stop."

We both stood at the front door. "Andy's never lied to me. That's probably the strongest bond we have as friends. Even if they aren't fucking in there, he'd tell me if they had."

Thomas gave me a questioning look. "Should we go in?"

I grabbed the door handle, walked in, and didn't see anyone. Thomas nodded toward Andy's parents' bedroom. They were naked and sound asleep when we got there.

Thomas whispered. "Looks like they had sex until the late hours of the morning and are all worn out."

A look of disappointment crossed my face. "Looks like it, doesn't it."

"Don't react," Thomas said. "Act like everything's normal. That's what I do. Randy may be fooling around, but sex with Randy is awesome and I don't want to do anything that would jeopardize it."

"You're hooked, aren't you?"

He nodded. "Yeah, and there seems to be nothing I can do about it."

"Me neither," I yelled as I jumped on the edge of the bed. Thomas followed.

Andy and Randy jerked up. "What the fuck?"

I gave Andy a serious look. "What's been going on here?"

"Nothing," Andy responded.

Randy grabbed Andy's cock. "Don't believe him. We fucked until five this morning. We couldn't stop."

Thomas frowned. "You're an asshole, Randy."

"You don't own me. I can do what I want," Randy replied.

Andy jumped off the bed and got in my face. "Honestly, Matt, we didn't do anything."

Randy slid off the bed, came up behind Andy, and stuck his tongue in his ear before looking at me. "That's bullshit. We flip fucked all night."

Andy pushed Randy off him and looked at me. "You believe me, don't you, Matt?"

I did believe him, but when I first saw them naked together in bed, I thought the worst and it hurt. We'd agreed to act like we didn't care, but I did care. "I believe you."

Randy stepped from behind Andy. "You may be on the varsity, Matt, but you're a fool. We fucked our brains out. Andy just doesn't want to hurt you because he thinks you gave up your virginity for him. When in fact, you were just horny and wanted his beautiful ass and cock."

Thomas pushed Randy "Shut the fuck up."

Randy pushed back. "You don't own me."

"I know, but I'm beginning to wonder if I wouldn't rather kick your ass than fuck you."

Andy cleared his throat. "Hold it. Stop. Randy, you're full of shit and know we didn't do anything so knock this shit off." He turned to me. "The question is, what did you and Thomas do last night?"

"Talked," I replied. "My dad made me keep the door open."

Andy let out a big laugh. "So you'd have fucked if he hadn't."

"Just like you, Andy. The option was always there. I'd like to think we would have still talked."

Thomas started pacing. "I was looking forward to today, but now I don't know."

Andy got fussy and looked worried. "Stop. We're going to have another great day. So knock this shit off. Randy, tell them the truth."

Randy shrugged. "Hey, guys, I was just joking. We didn't do anything." He jumped on the bed. He grabbed his cock. "What's the matter with you guys? Get naked. My cock's hungry for some mouth and ass."

Since this is the week that we remember the assassination of John F. Kennedy, I thought I'd quote him here. I once stood about 20 feet from Kennedy when I was a college freshman. Our eyes met for a second. He was leaving the building after giving a commencement speech at my university. I was surprised at how old and tired he looked. I guess the presidency does that to you. I often wonder how different our world would be today if John F. Kennedy, Robert Kennedy, and Martin Luther King had not been assassinated.

Pardon my self-indulgence in putting more quotes here than usual.

Chapter Quote 1: Things do not happen. Things are made to happen. - John F. Kennedy

Chapter Quote 2: A man may die, nations may rise and fall, but an idea lives on. - John F. Kennedy

Chapter Quote 3: Tolerance implies no lack of commitment to one's own beliefs. Rather it condemns the oppression or persecution of others. -- John F. Kennedy

Chapter Quote 4: Too often we... enjoy the comfort of opinion without the discomfort of thought. -- John F. Kennedy

Chapter Quote 5: The greater our knowledge increases the more our ignorance unfolds.
John F. Kennedy

Chapter Quote 6: Those who dare to fail miserably can achieve greatly. -- John F. Kennedy

Contact me at eliassctt@gmail.com I answer all emails.

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

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.