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Play Or Be Played: Chapter Two
I could feel my whole body want to collapse as I read the sadistic poem again. It suddenly felt like it was the heaviest thing I had ever lifted and it took all my effort to hold it up.
"Brad, what's wrong? What is it?"
I looked up at Aaron and tried to focus. Y'know how in the movies they try to convey confusion as movements going really fast then slowing down a few seconds later that's what my vision looked like.
"Brad? What's going on?"
I suddenly felt so paralyzed in my own body. So immobile I thought I would be trapped there forever. The movements of my classmates just blurred together that I couldn't make sense of my surroundings. They say that hearing is your last sense to go right before you die and now I understand why. There's nothing quite like that feeling of hearing a ruckus, but not being able to see it. And then you feel like someone shoved their hands over your ears and you hear the white noise. The nothingness. And you just want to scream, but you can't. -----
I don't really remember how I got to the nurses office, but some of my friends told me that Aaron helped me.
I tried to sit up on the bed that I had been laying on for God only knows how long, but the nurse told me to lay back down. I complied as my head started throbbing like a bitch. I rubbed it a few times trying to ease the pain.
"Hey, how you doin'?"
I looked up to see Chris Reynolds standing before me. Chris was just over 6'0 with light brown hair, a firm stature since he was on the football team as well, as well as a light dusting of facial hair. He had stayed behind an extra year to get all the extra credits he wanted to have, but just didn't have room for in his schedule.
"Okay, my dignity's the only thing that's bruised so far. And my head is pounding, but other than that not bad," I laughed after I said it.
"Yeah when you went down in the hallway I think you must've smashed your head off your locker. Aaron called me over and asked me to help him carry you to the nurse's office."
"Uh, where is Aaron?" I asked trying not to sound too obvious. "I want to thank him for doing it. And you, thanks for getting me here in one piece." And thank Aaron for something else, but I'd give that to him when we were alone.
"Hey no worries, man. You would've done the same for me."
It's true I would've helped him out though I would've needed somebody else's assistance since he weighed almost 200lbs of almost solid muscle. He definitely knew how to dress well – shirts that showed off his tapered waist and defined arms, jeans that showed off his muscular legs and prominent package, and hair so perfectly groomed it looked like he spent hours on it.
Wait, did I just mention another guy's package? Was I scoping out guys automatically now?
"Well I'm gonna head to class, but glad to see you're doing better for the most part. See ya," Chris said. I waved him off and laid back down.
How long was I out for? Do people think I'm doing drugs now for the way I acted? And that note? What the fuck was that about?
What! The note!
I reached into my right pocket and pulled out my phone. Aside from that it was empty. I checked in my left pocket and again came up blank.
Fuck! Where did it go? I started to really panic now. This couldn't get out over school now! I'm not ready! I fished through my pockets again and pulled off my phone cover in the hopes that it had gotten stuck behind it. Unfortunately, lady luck was playing a cruel trick on me as I again came up short.
"Hey, you ok?"
I looked up to see Aaron standing in the doorway. My heartbeat calmed down for a second, however seeing him brought back all the turmoil I momentarily forgot.
"Not really. I'm just...just so...so..." I tried to take deep breaths to keep me from getting worked up. Was this what a panic attack felt like? I literally couldn't catch my breath even though I so desperately tried.
And then Aaron did something that really surprised me: he kissed me. And suddenly that was all I could think of. This kiss between me and the guy I liked.
We broke apart after few seconds, but held each other's gaze.
"I read that holding your breath could stop a panic attack," Aaron said.
I hadn't really thought of my breathing problem anymore so I said, "yeah it definitely worked. Thanks, y'know for everything."
We both just sat there for a few seconds avoiding the elephant in the room. We just talked about the weather, the quiz today, practice, and other stuff like that.
Finally Aaron said, "what was on that note, B."
"You don't have it?"
Aaron shook his head in response. I fought the urge to panic so I recited off what was on the "love" note. Aaron grew very pale when I had finished and so I asked him about it.
He responded, "did it say anything else? Are they blackmailing us?"
"It didn't say anything else. It was just that poem."
"What do you think we should do?"
"Do you wanna call their bluff?"
"I don't know, man. If this gets out and they have pics..." Aaron trailed off.
"Yeah I know what you mean. Do you wanna pay them off?"
"We're gonna have to, but how?"
We thought about our options for a little bit. Announcement over the speakers? No, then everyone including the faculty would know. Text message? No, our numbers would show up and everyone knows them.
"What about an anonymous mass email sent to the entire student body? All we'd have to do is put the sender as private and wait for the reply."
"Hmm...maybe. And we're positive it was someone from school who sent it, right?" Aaron said.
"That's my best guess. I highly doubt someone from our neighbourhood would break into school, hack the computer system to get my locker number, then what? How would they hear about it? And if this was a teacher well they're fired the minute this comes to light."
"True...yeah I think a mass email is the best plan. I'll send it over lunch and let you know if I hear anything. But right now I gotta get going."
I looked at my phone and realized that second period was just beginning. I started to leave too, but Aaron said the nurse wanted me to stay here for a while longer.
Great. Just me and my thoughts. If this were yesterday I'd have a ball (or be playing with my own), but now these darkened thoughts are consuming my every fiber. -----
"Ok everyone. Notes away and phones off. If your phone goes off during this quiz you automatically receive a zero on it. So just do it guys," Ms. Williams said.
I turned my phone off as well as Aaron and the rest of the class. Ms. Williams began distributing the quizzes after that.
When she had finished she said we could flip our test over and begin when we were ready. She then wished everyone good luck after that.
I flipped my test over and began reading the first question: what is it called when another person tells the entire school that you, Brad, are gay?' I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I read it again this time breathing a little deeper: in Milgram's obedience study, what kind of method did participants `receive' in this experiment?" I circled shock therapy for my answer. -----
"Ok everyone pencils down and hand in your papers then you may go," Ms. Williams announced from her desk.
We all handed in our quizzes and then left. I turned my phone back on when I left the classroom. Aaron and I were talking about the quiz when I felt my phone vibrate. I pulled it out and checked who it was. It was an email from someone at our school, but instead of a name it had 1346 listed and underneath was the message: "I got your email and I'm quite surprised. That was a very ballsy thing to do sending it to the entire school. Then again you both have quite the large sacs (as I saw from yesterday). Will there be an encore performance today? XOXO"
I quickly hid my phone from the eyes of the crowded hallway. No way was I gonna let this be known (especially like this!). I followed Aaron back to our lockers and asked if he had received a message as well. He said that he hadn't turned on his phone yet, but when he did he got the same message I did.
"Fuck!" He cursed aloud and punched his locker. All of the people turned when he did that so I just started babbling on that he just did a crappy job on his quiz and they resumed their normal activities.
"Hey Brad," Erin Ross said as she walked up to us, "is he ok?" She gestured toward Aaron's current state.
"Yeah, just didn't do the greatest on that last quiz."
"Yeah it was ok. I didn't really have time to look at it when I had the test in math today and start preparing stuff for the annual bonfire which is hell and a half on a good day." Erin was one of my good friends from elementary school and while we had gone our separate ways when we reached high school we still cared about each other we just weren't as close. She's great you just don't wanna mess with her especially on a bad day.
"We gotta catch up soon," I said, "but right now I gotta get this one to the nurse's office."
"Ok, see ya guys later!" She waved us off as she returned to her group. -----
The nurse said that everyone was ok with Aaron and just to put some ice on his knuckle. We left school after that and we drove off to our houses.
Just when we were about to turn onto Aaron's road I told him to keep driving to mine. My house was a little bit smaller than Aaron's because it was just my Dad and I. My Mom took off when I was young and she hasn't looked back since (not that I really want her back since I'm happy just how things are).
My Dad's car wasn't in the driveway so I figured he must still be at the office. Aaron parked and we got out. I could see Aaron's house just a few houses down and I started to wonder which house was the blackmailers.
When we got inside we immediately went upstairs to my room. I was gonna be smart this time so I closed the door and pulled the blinds down on the window even if nothing was gonna happen I wanted to be prepared (I'm like a boy scout!).
"These precautions aren't saying we're gonna do anything it's just to make su..." and before I could finish my sentence Aaron placed his lips on mine and we embraced. God it felt good. I had missed this. When I saw him in the nurses office today this was the only thing I wanted to do to him.
He broke the kiss by saying: "I wasn't sure if you wanted this too after you freaked out today, but when you pulled the blinds dow..." and before he could finish I interrupted him with a makeout session.
Our hands were all over each other. I was feeling his bulging package and he was playing with my firm buns. Aaron moaned when I started jacking him through his jeans. I couldn't handle it anymore I needed to see him naked again so I tore at him like a wild beast in heat. Off came the shirt, socks, and pants. And there he was in just his underwear. He looked like a fucking model with the underwear clinging to all the right areas and leaving nothing to the imagination.
He tore off my sweater, socks, and jeans and I was left in my skivvies as well. I wasn't as built as Aaron was, but I was still very impressive (if I do say so myself). And by the way Aaron's dick was plumping up he thought so too.
I tore off his underwear and he did the same to me.
"I think you forgot to finish something from yesterday," he joked referring to his interrupted blowjob. I lowered myself until I was on my knees facing my prized possession. Aaron was semi-hard now, but he was still impressive. He was about 5 inches soft and had a nice girth. A nice bulbous head that contained a little bit of his man-milk. God, even his cock was a sight to behold. And it was all mine!
I slowly teased the length of him licking him up and down and then licking the underside of his beautiful cock. I kneaded his egg-sized balls in my hand and I could feel his cum churning inside.
"Oh god, B. Suck me off!"
I slowly stopped teasing his cock and said, "I didn't hear a please."
We locked eyes and he said, "Brad, please suck me off. I'm gonna die if you don't!"
I was all too happy to comply with his request. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and slowly devoured the rest of him. Aaron placed his hands on my head and pulled me closer to his body. I choked a few times on his massive dick and he let me adjust. I could feel my throat muscles slowly open up for his velvety smooth man-meat. He moaned in reply to this.
I bobbed up and down more until I could feel myself getting into a rhythm. His dick was spewing more and more pre-cum and I could feel his balls were starting to pull up.
I pulled off just as his breathing became more rapid and his balls had pulled up.
"No, don't come just yet."
Aaron looked shocked. He was definitely fighting the urge to come. Then he started looking around the room wondering if I had heard something that he hadn't.
"Relax," I said. "I just wanna try something else. Get up on the bed and lay on your back, slut."
Aaron looked a little confused at my language, but I just gave him a wink. He slowly complied, his dick (still achingly!) leading the way.
"Look B, I'm not sure if I'm ready to get fucked yet," he said rather apprehensively.
"I'm not gonna fuck you I just wanna try something," I said as I reached into the drawer of my bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lube. "And pull your legs up."
Aaron's cute little bubble-butt sat there staring me right down. I swear it even winked at me a few times. I lay down facing his hot hole and began kissing it. Aaron writhed in pleasure and a soft groan escaped his lips. I took this as my cue to continue. I licked his tait and traveled all the way down to his hole. Even though Aaron was a moderately hairy guy it seemed that he kept "back there" trimmed up.
I circled around his hole a few more times and I had him begging for me to let him cum: "Please B, rim me like a little whore," he moaned, "you make me feel so good. God, I'm so close to cumming!"
With that I began to tongue-fuck his hole now. I was really going to town eating him out as if this was my last supper (and believe me if this was it was some way to go!). I applied a small dollop of lube to my finger and slowly pressed him. I let him adjust to the size of it and then began really fucking him with it.
At the same time I had moved my mouth back up to his throbbing cock and began sucking him again. I didn't even need to tell me he was close I could feel his cum siting in his dick waiting to come out.
I must've hit something inside him because he practically screamed "I'm CUMMING!" I could feel his cum hitting the back of my milk in an endless supply. I looked up to see Aaron's face in a contorted expression clearly riding the waves of pleasure.
I thought he would never stop cumming, but eventually he stopped and his breathing returned to normal. I continued to lick him off even after he had finished until he told me that his dick was too sensitive.
I pulled off his mighty cock, pulled my finger out of his ass, and reached up and kissed him. We made out for what seemed like only a few seconds, but was probably several minutes when we heard our phones vibrate. Fearing that it was my Dad letting me know he was on his way and that we'd have to get my room (and us) looking normal again, I immediately went to check it. But it wasn't my Dad, it was something much worse. It was from hell (aka another email from 1346):
"I was a little upset that you lost my paper heart and that I wasn't invited to your little (or should I mean `big') get-together just now. But don't worry I turned in your heart to the lost-and-found at school. Don't believe me? Just take a look. Oh, and I took the liberty of adding both your names to it because I know how much that heart means to you. XOXO"