Knots III Part 18

Knots III is about the knots we tie in our lives. It is 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 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. 

Knots and Knots III 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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Knots 3

Chapter 18

Matt

Andy and I talked and decided maybe we should move ahead a little in our telling of our story. We're in Knots 3 and we're only in the middle of February. Thomas was operated on and was on the injured reserves until June. Dillon was sentenced to five years in jail for raping me, with a chance of parole at the end of two years provided there was documented proof that he fully participated in the required counseling to end his desire for young boys. I'm not sure if a pedophile can ever be cured, but I hate the thought of him being on the streets and seducing other young boys and raping someone like he did me. Dillon was found guilty of perjuring himself and received three more years for that. All of us had to testify again, and as usual, had to put up with some crap at school, but at least everything was out in the open by then. Our lunch group was back together again, summer was approaching, and we would be juniors. It was hard to believe.

You're probably bad-mouthing me right now because you want to know all of details of what happened from February to June so I'm going to cover the highlights. Are you happy now?

Gina and I went to see a movie the Saturday after our talk under the elm tree. We held hands and made out a little. She was hesitant at first. Me too for that matter, but it was nice. Her lips were softer than a guy's lips. It's probably the lipstick. We French-kissed a little but nothing more than that happened. It was our only date and I have no idea what the future of our relationship held. She never asked again if I was having sex with Andy or Thomas. I'm sure she cared, but she appeared to respect my privacy and I think that down deep she preferred not to know. Emily was much slower to come around, but she eventually did.

Ollie went out on a couple dates and kept bugging Andy and me to have sex with him, but we refused. The girls seemed to really like him and his new look. They were always stopping him in the hall and I sometimes wondered if they weren't trying to seduce him. Andy and I felt good knowing we'd made a positive difference in his life. So by the summer, he'd been on a few dates and was secretive about what he did on them. I told him to go slow "and if you do, maybe Andy and I will let you have sex with us." He laughed.

There was one twist you probably might not have expected. I also went out on a date with Andy and Thomas. The three of us got together a few times for a threesome, but never as often as we'd have liked. Now that everything was out in the open, it seemed harder and less spontaneous. It's odd, because when we could be doing it all the time, we weren't. But more on that later.

Andy and I turned sixteen in March and we could finally drive after passing the driver's ed course. I invited Thomas out to dinner on a real date.

My parents already knew about my date with Gina and didn't seem too surprised when I told them I was going on a date with Thomas. They have always been kind of partial to Thomas. They were also shocked to know he was fooling around like the rest of us. Probably as shocked as finding out about me.

My parents let me have the car for my date. We went to the Outback and got a table like any two sixteen-year-olds having dinner. Problem was, Thomas really didn't look sixteen and neither did I, but no one seemed to take notice of us. We didn't hold hands or kiss or anything like that. Guys go out to eat together all the time and no one thinks anything about it. The difference here was that we actually knew we were on a date. Poor Thomas had to limp in on crutches. We sat at a booth so he could rest his foot with the cast out on the seat. All I could think about during dinner was that I wanted to kiss him, suck his cock, and fuck him. He later told me he was thinking the same thing. But this was supposed to be a date without sex. It was a chance for us just to talk.

We talked about the trial, Dillon, Randy, and Andy, and then we talked a little about us. Finally he said in a low whisper, "Do you think we have a future together?"

"What do you mean by a future together?"

He smiled that cute smile of his. His whole face was one of sweet innocence, but of course, none of us had our innocence anymore. Not only because of the sex but because of Dillon. "I'm not sure," he said. "I really like you. Our sex is hot. I can't wait to do it again. Guess it won't be tonight though."

I laughed. "I guess we could do it in the backseat of my parents' car."

He laughed even louder. "You've got to be kidding." He paused. "Are you telling me we're on a sexless date?"

"Afraid so. I already had one of those with Gina."

"So I heard. How was it?"

I wanted to grab his hand while I told him. "It was good. We talked. We held hands. We French-kissed. It was nice. Her lips were soft. The funny thing is I feel like I'm so much more experienced than she is. She puts out silent vibes that let me know she knows it, and it's a problem. She knows the only way to solve that is to have sex with me, and she's not ready. I'm not sure I'm ready. After all, I've only had sex with guys. Andy's had sex with both."

Thomas laughed. "Obviously, Andy has more experience than either of us."

"Yeah, and he knows he prefers guys," I said. "I've had sex with you and Andy but don't have anything to compare it to. Is sex just about sex or is it about more than that?"

He gave me a serious look and ignored my question. "Who's better? Andy or me?"

I grinned. "I take the fifth." In reality, Andy was better. I can't tell you why. Maybe it was because he was my first. The odd thing was I found Thomas a lot sexier than Andy, although they were both pretty hot. Andy was more passionate I think. But hell, I wouldn't kick any of them out of bed. "Who's better, Randy or me?" I asked.

He smiled. "Randy of course."

I gave him a shocked look. He continued, "Just kidding. I take the fifth too."

He probably felt the same way about Randy as I felt about Andy.

Being on a real date with Thomas was nice. There's something about a date that's different from just getting together to have sex. I think it's because you have to talk and can't get lost in the passion of sex. We got a chance to get to know each other better. Thomas was far more serious than Andy. He was a good student and had his future all planned out. He wanted to be a doctor or a physician assistant so he could help people.

He asked me what I wanted to do after high school and suddenly I realized I had no idea. I'd hoped to be student body president by time I was a senior, be starting varsity quarterback, and maybe go into politics or something. But then I wondered if I could get elected junior class treasurer the next year, never mind junior class president.

The waiter set our dinner in front of us. He was nice-looking and probably in his early twenties. He gave us a quick look, but it was hard to read. I waited for him to leave.

"Forget who's better," I said. "All I know is that all the public exposure from the trial makes me feel naked and self-conscious when we're in class, on the basketball court, or in the cafeteria. I never felt that way before. I have a good chance to be starting quarterback next year and it doesn't seem to mean as much as it did before all this happened. At one time I wanted to be student body president."

Thomas reached out like he was going to grab my hand, but then pulled back. "You are older than me. You were sophomore class president, played varsity football as a sophomore, and could probably be student body president if you ran. I've done none of those things. I'm almost an unknown except for the trial."

"You're sure not unknown to me."

"You're right there," he said. "But I think I understand how you feel. It's nice to be able to sit in the background and not have anyone expect anything from me. So what are you going to do?"

"I don't know. That's the problem."

He started to reach out again, but instead put his good foot in my crotch. "I think you should just act like nothing happened and live your life as you did before. I don't know much, but worrying about what everyone else thinks can only make you miserable."

I reciprocated with my foot. He smiled. "Knock that shit off."

We both dropped our feet to the floor.

He winked at me and kept his voice low. "You invited me on this date and I expect more than small talk. If you don't make a pass at me on the way home, I'm going to think you don't find me attractive."

"You're getting ahead of yourself. Maybe we should at least finish our dinner before thinking about me making a pass at you."

"I guess you're right."

We ate and continued to talk. I found out he likes red, wants to learn to fly a plane, and maybe be a writer while practicing medicine. He loves writing poetry. I told him, "I like blue, would like to be a writer too, would love to get a football scholarship to a big name school, and maybe be a senator or congressman someday. My dad always says I can be President of the United States someday. I always laugh. It takes money to do anything nowadays and we sure don't have any of that."

"Matt, you never know what the future will be."

"I guess you're right, but right now I don't seem to have much hope for my future."

He frowned. "That's not the Matt Spence I know and that our school knows. Don't lose hope. I believe in you. And so do a lot of other people. Don't give up on yourself."

"I know you're right, Thomas, but I guess it's going to take time. I can't wait for school to end and summer to start. Maybe three months off will make everything better. We can come back and start over. Maybe by then I might run for junior class president."

He smiled. "That's the Matt Spence I know. You have plenty of time and I'll be glad to help. But first you're going to have to pay me."

"What do you have in mind?" I asked.

The waiter stopped at our table. "Would you like anything else?

We both shook our heads. He glanced down at us and gave us a look longer than we expected. "I'll bring your bill."

Thomas had an embarrassed look on his face. "Do you think he knows we're gay?"

"I'm bi," I said.

He grinned. "Not until you fuck a girl."

"I guess you're right."

He pointed at me. "Get out your wallet. You asked me out on this date. You have to pay."

I picked up the bill. It came to $52.84 with the tip. I pulled out my wallet and put down three twenties. The waiter drifted by, gave us a quick look, picked up the money and the bill, and headed off.

Thomas leaned in toward me. "Why's he looking at us like that?"

"Hell if I know."

The waiter returned. "Aren't you the boys who have been in the news lately?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"The boys who were fooling around with Dillon Burke. I followed the trial."

Thomas answered. "No. We don't know any Dillon Burke."

"Oh, sorry. My mistake," he said as he walked off.

I shook my head. "This shit never stops."

"It will someday. Hang in there, Matt."

We both stood and when we got to the car, I unlocked it and opened the door for Thomas. "Thank you, Sir Matthew," he said as he limped in, sat down, and pulled his casted ankle into the car.

"Think nothing of it."

The lot was dark. Thomas leaned over and kissed me on the cheek when I got in the car. "So where are we going to park?"

"No sex on our first date, remember?"

"Who said anything about sex? I just thought we could park somewhere and talk."

"All I can say, Thomas, is you're one clever date. Do you have any place in mind?"

"Let's go out by the pond. We can park in the trees along the side of the road and fuck in the backseat of your parents' car."

I punched him in the shoulder. "You're serious, huh?"

"You're damn right."

I started the car and headed to the pond. "Too bad it's still cool. We could go out by the pond. I don't feel comfortable having sex in my parent's car."

"It's not that cold. Let's go out to the pond. I love outdoor sex."

"Who said anything about sex? Besides, you're on the injured reserve. How you going to get out there with the cast on?"

Thomas put his hand on my crotch. "Oh, I hadn't thought about that. Anyway, I'm never going out with you again unless we have sex. So get your ass in the backseat."

"You sure got bossy all of a sudden."

"Yeah, I'm horny and I want your dick in my ass. Now let's go."

I saluted. "Yes, sir."

We climbed out of the car and got in the backseat. The sky had a few clouds, but the moon was almost full as it cast shadows through the trees. "What a great night to fuck," Thomas said.

Andy and I always found it hard to believe words like those came out of Thomas' mouth. I held onto his arms as he pulled his shirt up over his head. "My mother wouldn't like to hear you talk like that."

He shook me loose. "Oh, I'm sorry, Matt. I know that kind of language goes against your puritan nature. How `bout if I said what a great night to have sexual intercourse?"

I rubbed my hands down his smooth teen chest. "That's better, now let's fuck."

He put his hand behind my head and pulled me in to give me a hot kiss and tongue lashing. My dick started to rise as we kissed passionately and put our hands in each other's pants. Thomas pulled back. "Let's fuck outside. No one's here."

"Are you crazy? We'll freeze our asses off."

"Come on, Matt. Don't be such a pussy."

He hobbled out of the car while I got a blanket from the trunk. I threw the blanket on the ground and he was still struggling to get his clothes off. "Stop, dumb shit. Lay on the blanket and let me take your clothes off." He laid down, I unbuckled his pants and pulled them down along with his jockey shorts. His cock popped up. My cock was hard and I said, "Fuck getting your pants off around your cast. I'm taking you right here right now."

"Take me. I'm yours," he said.

I laughed. "You're so full of shit." I took my shirt off and the chill of the cool night air felt good as it passed over my skin. My pants were off in seconds and I was ready to fuck Thomas' fine ass.

He pointed at his cock. "Suck me first."

"Your wish is my command."

I went down on him, licked that beautiful fine teen cock, took it in my mouth, and popped my lips off the head. Suddenly, passion took over; he started fucking my mouth and my head was bobbing up and down at the same time. Occasionally, I reached down and jacked myself.

"Slow down, Matt, you're going to make me cum."

I pulled off and lay over him so our warm bodies rubbed against each other. We kissed and rolled around on the blanket until we rolled off and he yelled, "Ow! Those sticks hurt."

I rolled us back on the blanket and forgot all about telling Thomas we weren't having sex on our first date. "It's time you got fucked."

"It's about time. I thought for a moment I'd have to follow through on my threat not to go out with you again. But what about my cast?"

"Fuck your cast. I'm getting my dick in your ass if I have to break the other ankle."

He laughed. "Whatever you say."

I put him on his back, pulled his casted ankle up over my shoulder, put on a lubed condom, and slipped my throbbing cock slowly into his ass.

"Ahhhhh," he moaned. "I love your cock in my ass. Fuck me hard."

"Does your ankle hurt?"

"Just a little. Don't worry about it."

I'm not sure why, but I pictured Gina and me lying on the blanket. I bent over and sucked gently on Thomas' nipples and then licked around them. They could have been Gina's breasts if they were bigger. I pictured them, well, at least pictured what I thought her breasts looked like.

"What's wrong, Matt?"

"Oh nothing."

"Get going. You stopped. I like your lips on my nipples. Keep it up while you fuck me."

"Sorry." I licked and sucked as I pushed my cock in and out of Thomas' ass. I moved up and kissed him hard and passionately. His ankle slipped off my shoulder as I kissed him and he yelled. "Oh fuck. Shit. I think I broke my ankle again."

That ended our passion. My cock started to shrink. His did too. "Are you sure?"

He sat up, reached down, and rubbed the cast as if it would help. While I should have been worried, I found myself looking at his flat stomach in the moonlight. "Are you alright?"

"It hurts, Matt."

"It was an accident."

"You need to be more careful."

"Maybe we shouldn't be fucking around. After all, this is our first date."

He straightened his leg, rolled it back and forth, and said, "You don't get off that easy. First date or not." He rolled over on his hands and knees, maneuvering the cast so the toe rested on the blanket. "Ok, sock it to me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yep. Now get to work."

"Like I said before, you're getting awfully bossy. Maybe you're not the nice guy I thought you were."

"Maybe not. Isn't that why you asked me out? To get to know me better?"

"I'm not sure I like this new Thomas."

He wiggled his ass at me. "Does that mean we're never going out again?"

"No way!"

"Good, now get to work.
My cock was hard again. I slapped it against his ass. "Get ready. I'm going to give your asshole one good reaming."

"My ass is ready and waiting."

I slapped his ass. "Are you sure your name's not Andy?"

"Yep, maybe a little of him has rubbed off on me."

"Then maybe you should quit fucking around with him and stick to me."

"Are you asking me to be your boyfriend?"

"Shut up and give me your ass." I bent over to get another lubed condom out of my jeans, put it on, and slipped my cock slowly into his warm hole.

He let out a big "Ahhhhh. That made all the pain in my ankle disappear."

Then something went off in me and I started pounding him hard, ramming my cock in as deep as I could and as fast as I could. He started yelling, "That's the way I like it, Matt. Faster."

"Shit, I'm going as fast as I can."

I slapped his ass and gripped the skin on his back as I pounded him. I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. "Take that cock, Thomas. Take it all."

"I want it all. Shit that feels good. When are we going out on our next date?"

"What makes you think we're having another date?" I managed to get out as my breathing got hard and fast. I could feel the tingle in the tip of my cock as my balls tightened. I yelled, "I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum."

"Me too. Slow down so we can cum together."

"I don't know if I can."

"You better or I'm not going out with you again."

"Like I said, who said we're going out again?"

I slowed until he said, "I'm ready." I sped up just enough for him to start his climax. It set my cock off and our prostates were both throbbing in time with one another. I was yelling, and he was yelling. It was the best climax I'd ever had. I almost told Thomas I loved him, but I didn't.

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Chapter Quotes

The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of 60 minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is. - C. S. Lewis

Yesterday's the past, tomorrow's the future, but today is a gift. That's why it's called the present. - Bil Keane

Waste no more time arguing about what a good man should be. Be one. - Marcus Aurelius

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

I'd like to thank Lisa for taking the time to edit Knots 1, 2, & 3. 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.