Love Unlocked

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and as such is a product of my imagination. It is not and should not be thought of as a record of actual events. Any similarity between my characters and real people is merely a coincidence. The story will include descriptions of sexual activity between teen boys. If material of this kind might offend you or if you are not of legal age, then stop reading. All others please enjoy! You are welcome to send comments or story ideas to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com

Love Unlocked - 3

Brendan's question caught Tony off guard. "Fuck! Are you queer?" his words hung in the air.

Before he could answer, the ceiling lights blinked to signal that everyone needed to return to their rooms. The three boys looked at one another. An awkward silence fell between them.

Finally, Brendan turned and was gone.

"Tony," Cole started, but Tony's confused look stopped him from saying more.

"I gotta go," Tony mumbled, grabbed up his jumpsuit and hurriedly pulled it on. He gave Cole a last look from the doorway, and then he too was gone.

Cole lay in the dark, his heart pounding. He had just barely managed to clean up and crawl into bed before the guard came by and locked his door. He reached between his cheeks and checked out his butt. It was tender, but he didn't think it was too bad. He fingered the opening and then gently pushed in a bit. Tony's cum started to leak out.

"Maybe I should put some toilet paper in there," he thought, lightly tracing the edges. "God, it hurt going in, but then..."

With a faint smile, Cole gently eased his finger back inside. Tony's cum had left everything slippery in there. He searched for the spot that Tony had used to help him get off. "I loved this part," Cole thought when he'd found it and gave it a rub. It felt so nice, he continued, giving himself more good feelings.

After playing for a couple of minutes, he pulled his finger back out and relaxed.

"The best part was when he kissed me," Cole thought. A warm feeling came over him as he remembered it. It seemed soft and tender, Tony had been really affectionate. There had only been one other time that Cole had thought about kissing a boy. He and Pablo had gotten drunk. Pablo had been jerking him off. It was just before he popped that Cole had closed his eyes. He imagined Pablo kissing him and that was what had done it, his cum came shooting out in three long squirts.

Cole went over the night's events with Tony one last time. "I like getting fucked," he finally decided, and then smiled. Tucking his pillow between his legs, he closed his eyes, and waited for sleep.

Tony hurried past Brendan's room on the way to his own. Brendan shot him a look, but Tony continued on.

"Get your ass in the rack!" the staffer barked as Tony stood by the sink, the water running.

From the hallway, it probably looked as if Tony was washing his hands, but in fact he was cleaning his dick.

"Yes, sir," Tony answered, tossing the rag he had been using in the sink and quickly climbing under his blanket.

The guy slammed the door shut and turned the key in the lock.

Lying on his back, Tony looked up at the ceiling, waiting for the lights to go out. "What the fuck just happened?" he thought, recalling the last couple of minutes with Cole.

The room went dark.

"You've fucked a ton of kids before this one," Tony fretted, "you never gave it a second thought!" It hadn't really mattered much either way, girls or boys.

Tony rolled over and stuffed his face into his pillow.

"But this one," he rolled over again, "this one you kissed." Tony's mind was whirling. He remembered being drawn toward Cole. "Jesus fucking Christ! You kissed him!"

Brendan's words came back, "Are you Queer?"

Tony got out of bed and paced back and forth.

"Okay, okay. You fuck, that's what you do!" he told himself. "But, you never kiss. Kissing is for, well, hell I don't know, but it's for something else."

Tony ran his hands through his hair and shook his head.

Reluctantly, Tony climbed back into bed. He rolled onto his stomach, but a few minutes later, rolled onto his back.

"His eyes," Tony whispered to himself, "it was those eyes." He remembered the look that Cole had given him as he turned around; eager, expectant, tender.

"It had started out like any other fuck," he thought. "But then, something happened at the end, something that he had felt only one time before and that was long, long ago."

Tony flipped back onto his stomach. "Wonder if Brendan is gonna shoot his mouth off?" he thought with a stab of worry.

"Fuck," Tony cursed under his breath. He doubted he'd get much sleep.

The cafeteria grew quiet the next morning when Tony entered. He felt everyone was watching him. He made his way through the line and sat down. Looking around the room, he made a point of shooting glares at a few of the tougher guys, making it clear he wasn't going to take any crap from them.

"Hey," Cole said a few minutes later as he quietly sat down.

Tony nodded, not sure what to say.

Cole scanned the room. "It looks like everybody knows what happened," he whispered.

"Remind me to kick Brendan's ass," Tony said bitterly.

Cole picked at his food.

Tony pushed his tray aside in disgust. "I can't eat."

"So, now what?" Cole asked softly, looking up.

"Fuck if I know," Tony sighed.

Cole looked down again. "I'll do whatever you want."

Tony sat back. The boys looked at one another, but it was obviously uncomfortable for both of them.

"I've got some things to think about," Tony finally whispered.

Cole nodded.

Tony stood up. "First, Brendan!"

Cole saw the look in Tony's eyes, and from the tone of his voice, knew something was up. Cole quickly cleared the table, put both their trays away, and hurried after him.

By the time Cole made it out the door and around the corner, Tony had disappeared.

"Dorm or shower room?" Cole wondered. There were only two choices this time of day. "Dorm," he decided, and hurried in that direction.

Just as he arrived, Cole heard, "Don't you ever snitch on me again!" The voice was loud and threatening, and had come from the direction of Brendan's room.

Cole ran to the door. Tony had Brendan pinned against the wall. One hand was on his throat and the other on his chest. The boy's feet were a couple of inches off the floor and he was struggling.

"I should fucking kill you!" Tony snarled and pressed harder, the kid's struggles increasing.

"No!" Cole screamed.

Tony shot him a look and then turned back to Brendan. Brendan was making choking sounds, his legs were flailing. There was a long pause as Tony seemed to make up his mind.

"Fuck it," Tony finally said in disgust, and loosened his grip. Brendan sagged, his feet returning to the floor. Just when Cole thought everything was over, Tony gave the kid a quick knee to the balls.

"Ugh," Brendan croaked, slumping over, both hands reaching for his crotch. Brendan looked up from the floor. He was now curled up in a ball, his face twisted in pain.

"Nobody messes with me!" Tony said with a glare, "Spread it around."

Brendan nodded, rocking back and forth holding his nuts.

"Come on," Tony said gently to Cole.

Cole stepped back, a little wary.

Tony gave him a grin. "That felt good!"

Cole followed Tony, but kept his distance. Walking a few steps behind, he wanted to make sure Tony had settled down. The picture of Brendan on the floor with his hands on his balls was a lesson he didn't want repeated, especially on him. Cole felt fear but there was something else. Maybe it was pride. After all, it was his guy that had just kicked some ass. He knew the word would get around in less than an hour.

Cole looked back. The two kids who had rooms on either side of Brendan's were now in the doorway of his room, they glanced to the floor and back toward Tony.

Cole hurried to catch up. "Yup, it was his guy that had kicked ass," Cole smiled.

Classes started on time, the staff seemingly unaware of what had happened in the dorm. The history instructor passed out a reading assignment and then left the room for a few minutes.

"How's your butt?" Sammy giggled as he scooted closer.

Cole smiled.

"It was your first time last night, right?"

Cole nodded.

Sammy chuckled. "Welcome to Juvie!"

"I'm trying to find a way to help you with Delayne," Cole whispered, looking around the classroom.

"Better not," Sammy sighed, "you'll just get in trouble."

"Tony said he'll help."

"Tony?" Sammy asked, his eyes brightening.

"Yeah, and you heard what he did to Brendan didn't you?"

Sammy snickered, "Yeah, kicked him in the nads."

Cole smiled. "Actually, it was a knee. But he's tough, tough enough to take on Delayne. Hang in there, okay?" Cole whispered.

Sammy smiled, rested his head on his hand, and started reading.

Tony watched as Cole and Sammy whispered. "He's cute," Tony thought looking at Cole, his gaze drifting down to his ass. "Sammy's not bad either," Tony felt his cock stir.

"Maybe I am gay," Tony slumped in the chair, putting his legs out in front of himself. But, the words didn't seem to fit. It made him angry to think of himself as something other than straight. He felt tension building in his muscles, his blood pumping.

"Hemmerling!" Tony called out.

Cole turned around, his face smiling and eager.

"Locker room after class!" Tony said sternly.

Cole's smile faded. He glanced toward Sammy and they exchanged looks.

"Yeah, you're gonna get fucked!" Tony said kicking the chair in front of him.

Cole turned red.

The other boys in the class snickered.

"What you looking at?" Tony barked at a couple of them.

The room went quiet.

There was the start of tears in Cole's eyes as he slowly unzipped his jumpsuit. Tony was behind him, his cock in hand, slowly stroking.

"There's some stuff behind the trash can," Tony said firmly, all tenderness gone.

Cole found a small tube hidden back there.

"Put some on my dick," Tony's voice was still business like, but softer.

Cole dutifully did the head and then the shaft. The thing jerked when he touched it and seconds later it was fully hard. He wrapped his hand around the head a final time making sure it was especially well lubed, and then looked up.

"Now your butt,"

Cole blushed, put a squirt on his middle finger, and reached back into his underwear.

Tony moved his head in the direction of the bench in front of the lockers. "Now bend over," he said, softly.

Cole stepped to the bench, leaned down, and steadied himself. Tony slid his hands down the boy's sides and then hooked the waistband of his briefs with his fingers. He pulled them down in back exposing his ass.

Cole felt Tony part his cheeks. He used his finger to spread the stuff that Cole had put there, first around the edges of his hole, and then inside. Cole grunted when Tony pushed his finger in and gave it a twist.

Without another word, Tony centered his cock on the target and went to work. He gripped the base of his shaft and pushed the head against the tight barrier. When the knob of Tony's dick popped inside, Cole flinched. It hurt, but not quite as much as it had the night before. Tony steadily pushed until he was balls deep. He withdrew slightly, and then slammed it in hard. Cole felt Tony's hands move to his waist. He pumped in and out in a mechanical and almost disinterested way. Cole, on the other hand, reacted to every thrust as Tony's cock explored his insides.

The only sound was Cole's soft sniffs as he held back his tears.

Tony settled into a rhythm, and to Cole it felt like he was being used. Used just like all the other kids that had found themselves on the end of Tony's dick. Cole felt Tony pump his cock in deeply, pull back, and then stuffed it home again, time after time after time. Tony screwed it from side to side, and Cole couldn't help but groan when it found a new place in there.

Tony's breathing sped up as he began to slam in a little harder. His hips were moving more quickly, the flurry of strokes shorter and more intense. That brought the sound of Tony's balls slapping against Cole's ass.

It went on like that until Tony pulled Cole tight against his crotch.

"Fuuuuuuuk," Tony grunted, and slammed his cock in as far as he could reach.

Tony's dick seemed to widen, and then came a series of grunts. With a final groan, Tony planted his cock squarely between Cole's cheeks and then stopped.

Tony took a few deep breaths. He remained motionless for a moment. Eventually, he sighed and slowly pulled out. There was a tug at the end when Cole's tight ring wouldn't let go.

Cole's asshole felt sore, and there was a trickle of cum leaking out which began to run down the back of his leg.

"Okay, I'm done," Tony whispered, "you can pull your pants up."

Cole heard Tony open a cupboard; he assumed he was getting a towel to wipe his dick. But Cole couldn't bring himself to look. He pulled his briefs up and only then turned around. His eyes felt red, a few tears had run down his cheeks. The two stared at one another.

From the expression on Tony's face, Cole guessed he felt ashamed of himself for what he had just done.

"Sorry," Tony finally whispered and began to walk away.

Cole stood in the shower room, his jumpsuit still around his ankles. "Sorry?" he screamed. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Tony stopped and turned.

"You just fucked me in the ass, shit head!" Cole yelled, "Sorry doesn't cut it!"

Tony's face was growing red.

"You're my bitch. I'll do whatever the fuck I want!" Tony yelled back.

"The hell I am!" Cole screamed. "We made a deal to help Sammy. I'm not ANYBODY'S bitch!"

The boy was shaking.

"This? This is bullshit!" Cole yelled. "You want to know what this is about? This is about you not being able to admit that you felt something last night."

Cole glared. "So what the fuck if you are queer?"

"You little shit!" Tony started toward Cole.

"What? Gonna beat the crap out of me?" Cole taunted. "So everybody can see what a big a man you are?"

Tony's hands were clenched.

Cole stood defiant, unmoving, but he knew there were now tears streaming down his face.

Tony lifted his hands apparently ready to fight. But then, with what looked like a great effort, calmed himself and put them back down.

There wasn't a sound.

Cole couldn't guess what was going through Tony's mind. He only knew what he himself was thinking.

"When we kissed last night, it was special, Tony. I never felt like that before." Cole's voice was choked with emotion.

Tony's eyes grew moist.

They stared a moment longer before Tony turned away.

Cole pleaded with him to stop, but Tony kept going.

At lunch, Cole looked around the cafeteria, but Tony was nowhere to be seen.

"Sup?" Sammy whispered, sitting down, placing his tray next to Cole's.

Cole looked at his food, and tears came to his eyes. He wept softly. Having Tony treat him as he did in the locker room after what had happened the night before, was just, well, it was just too much.

Sammy gave him a sympathetic look, he seemed to understand. He moved his leg over and touched Cole's. A guy couldn't hug another guy in a place like this. But Sammy wanted Cole to know he wasn't alone.

It was during the work period that Cole finally managed to get to talk to his mom. He had tried several times since he had arrived at the facility, but she had always been working. This time, it was she who called. Because they hadn't spoken yet, Cole was allowed a few minutes.

"Really messed up this time," Cole said. He knew he only had a short time so he got right to it.

"Your lawyer called and told me the Social Services people won't have their report ready for another three or four weeks, his mom replied.

"Crap," Cole whispered, "Do you know what happened to Pablo?"

"He's still in the County lock up. There wasn't a bed for him at the other place."

Cole assumed his mom was talking about the other juvenile facility, which was older and more jail-like.

"I hope he's okay," Cole sighed.

They spoke for another few minutes, but then had to break it off.

"Back to work," the staffer had ordered. Cole turned and headed for the laundry.

"Sorry, Mom," he had meant to say, but hadn't.

Cole didn't see Tony at supper, so after the meal he headed to the recreation room hoping he'd catch him there. He sat down at the card table and he, Sammy, and two other guys started a game of Euchre. Cole noticed a few kids were ignoring the sign, and smoking in the far corner.

Perhaps a half hour had gone by when Delayne came up to them.

Sammy shuffled nervously in his seat.

"Nice night for a ride," Delayne whispered, giving Sammy a look.

"Leave him alone," Cole said firmly, staring at his cards.

"What did you say?"

"I said, leave him the fuck alone. Give the kid a break."

Delayne shot Cole an angry glare.

"Looks like what's going around is true."

"What's going around?" Cole asked.

"That Tony can't keep his bitch in line," Delayne sneered.

The other two boys at the table snickered.

Cole's face grew red. He slumped a little lower in his chair.

"If he can't control you, maybe somebody else can!" Delayne said with menace.

Sammy looked at Delayne, then Cole, and back to Delayne. "Forget it. I'll do what you want," Sammy said quietly.

"Nah, changed my mind," Delayne smirked. "I'll take Hemerling tonight."

Cole's eyes went wide and he looked at Delayne with fear. "But, Tony..." he started to say, but Delayne was already pulling him out of his chair by the collar.

"Come on, time to show you who's boss around here!" Delayne said confidently and pulled Cole toward the dorms.

Cole looked at several kids, his eye's pleading for help, but they stepped out of the way. The kid's smoking in the corner either looked away, or stared at the ends of their cigarettes.

"Shit!" Cole whimpered. He remembered the size of Delayne's dick and knew he'd never be able to take it.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Tony grunted when Brendan appeared at the door of his room. "Want me to knee you in the nads again?"

Brendan shook his head `no', "It's Cole," he mumbled.

"What about him?" Tony said, rolling over, now facing the wall.

"Delayne is gonna fuck him!"

"Huh?"

"I saw him grab Cole by the collar, he was heading to his room."

Tony rolled back toward Brendan. "You sure?"

"He had the look he always gets when he's taking Sammy there."

Tony got up. "Cole's mine!"

Brendan nodded. "What ya' gonna do?"

"Who's side are you on?" Tony asked as Brendan stepped back.

Brendan took a moment longer than Tony would have liked, but then answered, "Yours, Delayne shouldn't mess with another guy's bitch."

"Get Hanson and Jacoby, then meet me at Delayne's room."

Brendan agreed and hurried away.

By the time Tony arrived, Cole was on his knees, gagging on Delayne's cock.

Sammy was just inside the door, a worried look on his face.

Tony could see Brendan and the other guys hurrying up the hall.

"What the fuck's going on?" Tony demanded when he knew the other guys were close enough.

Delayne looked over his shoulder. "You can't seem to handle him, so I'm showing him who's boss." He chuckled and pushed his cock a little further into Cole's mouth.

By this time several more guys were at the door.

"Sammy, over here," Tony said, motioning to a spot closer to him.

Sammy looked at Delayne and then at Tony. Delayne's expression made it clear he wasn't to move. Sammy gave Delayne another look. "Fuck you," he whispered to Delayne and moved over to Tony.

Delayne stopped fucking Cole's mouth. "I'll just keep this one then," he smiled.

Cole pulled back, taking his mouth off Delayne's dick. "The fuck you will," he said firmly and stood up.

"Mouthy bitch!" Delayne spat out.

"Keep your fucking hands off him," Tony warned.

Delayne looked back and saw Tony was backed up by several other guys.

"Looks like we need to settle this once and for all," Delayne said, stuffing his dick into his briefs and zipping up his jumpsuit.

"The rec room." Tony declared and stepped back, all the other guys falling back with him.

Tony glanced around the room, and up at the ceiling, before choosing his spot. Then he stood his ground. Delayne continued trash talking and describing how bad he was going to beat Tony.

Tony didn't say a word. He just smiled.

The more Delayne ranted, the more Tony grinned.

It must have been the smile that did it, because Delayne had apparently decided that enough was enough. He pulled back and gave Tony a round house blow to the side of the face.

Tony spun half way round, staggered, and barely looked up before Delayne landed a second punch near his ear.

Cole screamed, "Help him!" as the other boys looked on. Seconds later, a horn blasted. Moments after that, guards were pouring into the rec room, sticks in hand. Nineteen of the twenty kids dropped to the floor, face down, hands out in front.

Delayne hadn't moved.

Three guards took Delayne down, and they did it with several vicious blows with their batons.

Within an hour, every kid had been strip-searched and locked in their room.

Lock down lasted a full twenty four hours, the boy's being fed through the slots in their doors.

When they were finally allowed out they were paraded single file to the classroom.

"Delayne's in segregation," the staffer said in a matter of fact way. "He'll be there for thirty days. Tony will be segregated for five."

The boys glanced at one another, several uncomfortable as if there might be more news to come.

"The video cameras showed everything," the guy went on, "Delayne was clearly the instigator, but Tony should have walked away."

Several kids made coughing sounds, muttering the words, "blow job."

"Okay, I see some of you don't think that's fair. But in here, `no fighting' means exactly that!"

The room settled down.

"I don't want to see this kind of crap again," the guy said sternly, "am I clear?"

Heads nodded.

"I said, am I clear?" the guy raised his voice.

"Yes, sir," they all replied.

"Tony?" Cole asked in a loud whisper after pulling the slide back on the slot in the door.

"Cole, is that you?"

"Yeah, I switched places with Simmons. He's doing laundry for a few days and I'm on food service. Here's your lunch."

"Cool," Tony said, and reached for it.

"The guards are watching," Cole sighed, "I can't stay and talk. But I left you a note."

"You did?"

"Yeah, look under the milk," Cole chuckled. "Sorry, gotta go,"

"Thanks, Cole," Tony whispered.

"You got it," the boy said softly.

Six days later, a cheer went up as Tony came through the cafeteria door for breakfast. Cole watched intently as he smiled and blushed.

"He looks okay," Sammy said softly, "just that one bruise on his face."

Cole was still staring, but nodded.

Both boys watched Tony fill his tray with food and make his way over.

Cole pushed a chair forward with his foot, blocking Tony's way. "Sit!" Cole giggled, remembering how Tony had treated him the first day.

"Watch it," Tony chuckled, a wide smile appearing on his face.

As Tony sat down the three boys looked back and forth at one another.

"You okay?" Cole whispered.

"Yeah, and you?"

Cole shrugged, "yeah, I'm doing okay."

Tony turned to Sammy. "Can you give us a minute?"

Sammy got a mischievous look, "Why?"

Tony nodded to an empty table.

Sammy chuckled, "all right," but then looked at Cole, "you have to promise to tell me everything!"

"Get out of here," Cole giggled.

Sammy moved.

There was a long pause before Tony finally spoke. "Thanks for the notes. I saved them."

Cole blushed. He had worried he might have gone too far by telling Tony what he really felt about him.

Tony sighed. "Being locked up for five days gives a guy a lot of time to think."

"Yeah?" Cole whispered.

"Yeah."

Tony moved closer. "Like about when you yelled at me in the locker room. You were right, I was being a shit-head," Tony said quietly. "I guess I was scared."

"About what?"

"Scared that Brendan might be right; that I really do like guys. That I'm queer."

Cole stared at his food. "So, what did you decide? Are you?"

Tony took a deep breath, "maybe, maybe not, all I know is that I keep thinking about when we kissed, it was awesome."

Cole looked up, his eyes growing wet. "It was?"

"Yeah," Tony said with a blush.

"So what's that mean?"

Tony stared into Cole's eyes. "Dunno, but, God, you don't know how much I missed you these last few days."

"You were just horny," Cole smiled.

"No." Tony shook his head. "I missed you! Not the sex."

Cole laughed, "Yeah, right!"

Tony grinned, "Okay, I did miss the sex, but I missed you more."

Cole stared at Tony. "I missed you, too."

Sammy looked over, he had apparently overheard that part. "You still got twenty five minutes before class," he teased.

Cole and Tony laughed.

Cole looked deep into Tony's eyes. "I'll do whatever you want," he whispered.

"What do YOU want?"

"Have you hold me.." Cole turned away, embarrassed.

"and kiss you?" Tony finished.

Cole nodded.

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