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Sorry for the delay I've had a busy past few days and I've had writer's block (yes I know it's only chapter 5!). Plus I've reworked the characters a little bit (apologizes to anyone who doesn't like the changes).
Before school started I zipped over to the closest drug store and stocked up on all the necessities for tonight (yes those supplies). I was hoping that because I went so early no one from high school would be working and would recognize what I was going to be doing (or who was doing that to me). I stuffed my purchases in the bottom of my bag and headed to school.
I don't really remember much of the school day. It just seemed to pass just like any other. I even had trouble paying attention in Mr. Richard's class (and it wasn't because I was distracted by his muscular physique). Well, ok, maybe I was, but I was more focused on getting into Darren's pants after school.
The only things I do remember from that school day was that Aaron never talked to me once. Even when we would catch each other's gaze he would quickly turn away. I know that we're all going through stuff right now, but sometimes it's just easier if you have someone to help you. The only other thing I remember about Aaron was that he was wearing a tiny gold cross around his neck. I knew that his parents attended weekly services, but he told me he wasn't very religious. I was going to talk to him, but then Mr. Richards dismissed us and Aaron quickly exited the room.
By the time I reached my locker Aaron was nowhere in sight. Aaron had never acted like this for all the years that I'd known him. As much as Aaron was trying to be strong and put on a stoic front he was crumbling. No man is an island I said to myself again. And Aaron definitely isn't.
Darren came up to me and started chatting as I stuffed my notes into my bag. He said he was excited to hang out tonight and discuss our plan of attack. And maybe I can sink your battleship in my hole I thought to myself.
We chatted the whole way home not daring to bring up the topic of 1346. When we got back to my place we shucked our bags by the front door and I handed Darren a beer which he gladly accepted.
"Well at least tomorrow we'll know who 1346 is," Darren said.
"Yeah I know. I've been thinking. Should we actually do it? Or should we just pretend to get all hot and heavy and then threaten him? That way we'll make sure that we're free forever. I mean we know he wants to fuck us so we can try."
"Yeah I was thinking something similar."
After a brief pause in the conversation I said, "Look D, can I ask you something?"
"Ya of course."
Just mentioning fucking got me thinking. I asked Darren: "how far have you and Chris gone?"
"All the way. He's a terrific fuck."
"Wait? He's the bottom?!" I practically exclaimed. I was really surprised at this! I mean Chris was a fucking football star I just assumed that he would be the top. And then I started wondering if Aaron would be the top if we ever went that far.
"Yeah we both tried bottoming, but he said he prefers it. You know how his parents are very controlling well I guess this is the one aspect of his life where he gets to control the situation. After all he's choosing to be the bottom. And he says he loves it!"
I didn't really know what to say so I just said `cool' and got up to get us both another beer. We downed that one pretty fast so I just kept giving us more and more.
I finally remembered Aaron's cross from that morning and was wondering if that was a contributing factor as to why he was afraid to come out. "Ok so another question: how did your parents react when you guys came out?"
Darren took a deep breath and said, "we aren't `out' yet. Chris is afraid to tell his parents because they have such high expectations. He's afraid of disappointing them. He's always been pressured to be the best and he feels like he's failing them by being gay. And I'm kinda scared of disappointing my parents as well."
"Darren you know your parents are cool," I said.
"Yeah but that doesn't always translate into them being accepting. Look, my biological parents gave me up for adoption when I was born," Darren said "I'm just afraid my adopted ones will do the same. Like my own parents don't want me why would anyone else love me? That's why we feel we have to keep this a secret. We're afraid of rejection."
"D, when I told my Dad he was super cool about it. He hugged me and told me he loved me. I'm sure your parents will do the same," I said reaching out and taking his hand in mine.
"Look please just don't say anything to your Dad about this situation. I don't want it getting out that I'm gay before I tell them."
"I'll just say it's me that's being blackmailed. I just want us all free."
"Brad, it takes two to tango. How could he blackmail you without Aaron?"
"I...uh...," I was at a loss of words.
I mulled this over as I went to get us both another beer. We quickly drank and just sat there letting the full effect of situation take hold. My inhibitions were definitely lowering so after I set the bottle on the counter I leaned over and kissed Darren. He moved back slightly and I thought he was gonna tell me that he couldn't, but then he grabbed my head and pulled me in closer.
It was a hot fucking makeout session! We were crawling over each other's bodies with our hands as our tongues fought to devour the other. I cupped Darren's cock as he squeezed my tight buns. I definitely felt his massive sausage grow as we grinded our bodies together.
Darren moaned as I moved my hand down to play with his big balls. God I wanted this man to take me right now.
"Come on, let's take this upstairs," I said as I grabbed his hand (and my backpack) and lead him up the stairs. Darren took the main bath and I took my dad's bathroom as we cleaned ourselves up. We met back in my room and continued where we left off, however now we were both naked and rock hard.
This time our makeout session was even better as our naked bodies rubbed against each other. Our dicks created even further heat – it was like a pent up animal lust that was bubbling to the surface.
And then we moved over to the bed...we got into a hot 69 position and I really started going to town on Darren's dick. I licked and sucked on the tip of his dick like a lollipop. I felt him doing the same to mine and then I heard (and felt) him burp on my dick.
"Sorry man," Darren apologized.
I just told him to get back on my dick.
And then I felt his mouth return to my throbbing cock. Oh god he was so talented with his tongue. He licked the underside of my dick and then tongued the slit. He really knew a man's weakness!
Darren took his hand and then played with my balls and I took the hint from him and did the same. We both groaned as we pulled the other's balls away from their body. I could feel Darren's man-balls churning with his hot cum. Fuck I wanted to taste it!
I feverishly licked his cock even more. I was determined to taste his man-seed! At the same time Darren pulled my legs up and began licking my hole. I moaned around his cock which made him shiver.
I pulled my mouth off and his dick and moaned, "yeah, D! Rim my tight hole!"
I moaned again as he stuck his tongue in deeper. I could feel him fucking my boy-hole with his hot tongue. God he really knew what he was doing! And to think that Chris got this every day! No...not thinking about that. I quickly grabbed Darren's cock and began sucking on him again. I loved the velvety-smoothness of his rigid member. I just wanted all of it! So I tried deep-throating it, but choked on it.
Meanwhile Darren had lubed up one of his fingers and was teasing my hole with it. And then just when I had tried deep-throating him again he shoved his finger in which made me moan. And as my throat opened up his dick shoved further down it. And when I finally opened my eyes I realized that my eyes were staring into Chris' pubes. I had done it! I'd finally deep-throated Darren! Not too bad for only being my second time.
"Yeah deep-throat my dick," Darren slurred as he shoved another finger in my ass.
I groaned at this new intrusion which made my throat muscles dance around his throbbing cock and made him moan.
I pulled off his dick and groaned, "D, I can't handle anymore. I wanna get fucked."
"You sure?" He groaned as he moved his finger around and found my prostate.
"Oh god! If your dick is as talented as your fingers then..." I was gonna finish my sentence, but Darren kept playing with my prostate so I moaned instead.
I pulled off of Darren's dick and he took his fingers out of my ass. I stayed on my back and pulled my legs up to my chest. Darren took out a condom and lubed himself up.
"You ready?" Darren looked down on me.
"Yes." I said as I shut my eyes in anticipation of the pain.
Darren slowly eased his dick into me. God it felt like he was splitting me in two. I winced in pain and he told me he'd stop to let me adjust to it.
"Just do it...I need this." I said.
Darren eased more and more of his throbbing member into my ass. It literally felt like his cock was going to come out of my mouth any second. And then just when it felt like I couldn't take anymore I felt his pubes against my ass. I opened my eyes and looked down. I still couldn't believe that I had Darren's huge cock in my ass.
"Go slow," I told him as I shut my eyes again.
Darren slowly began a back-forth motion with his hips. I couldn't believe how anyone could like this! This fucking hurt like hel...and then I felt Darren hit my prostate and a wave of pleasure cascaded over my body.
"Holy fuck!" I exclaimed as I rode the wave of pleasure.
"Yeah you like that?"
"Oh god," was the only thing that I could say as Darren kept pummeling my prostate over and over. Darren must've been some kind of sex-god in his past life because he was a pro at this!
Darren put his hands on my chest and started playing with my pecs. He started twisting and teasing them. This made me groan like a little bitch in heat. I was so fucking turned on by this I could feel my orgasm wanting to erupt.
"D, I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." but I never got the words out. My cock exploded all over me and the sheets. My cum completely soaked me in a salty mess. Wave after wave just seemed to pour out of my pulsating cock that I soon lost count. I rode those waves of pleasure for the next minute where I felt Darren unload his seed inside the condom.
After that he was too exhausted to keep himself up so he fell on top of me in a sweaty mess.
And that's how we fell asleep...
How we woke up was a different story. My face was nestled on Darren's shoulder. I opened my eyes and then shut them so I could concentrate on what just happened. Little did I know Darren woke up beside me and gave me a groggy kiss on the lips.
"Mmm Chris you up," he said still half-asleep.
Chris? Oh god...what had we just done?
I never answered Darren I just pretended I was asleep. But I did wake up around 10 or should I say my cellphone woke me up. My Dad was calling:
"Hey Brad, how's it going?"
"Pretty good, Darren's here right now," I said looking over at my bedpartner who had since moved to the opposite side of the bed. "How's the west coast?" I asked turning away from Darren who was just waking up.
"Not too bad. Long ass day today, but over all pretty good. What've you guys been up to? Major ragers? Or something else?..." Dad's voice trailed off and I knew what he was implying.
"No nothing like that, just taking it easy," I lied. Well, it was a sorta lie. I did take `it' but it certainly wasn't easy at first.
"Uh huh. Well I'm gonna hit the shower and then the hay. Have a good night and be safe." I knew what Dad was implying.
"Ok I will. Love you."
"Love you too. Night."
We hung up after that.
I turned back to Darren who was now sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands.
"You ok?" I said to him.
"Yeah I just have a pounding headache and I really don't feel that great." Darren then covered his mouth and then ran to the bathroom.
I ran downstairs and got him a bottled water and put on the coffee machine.
And then I started thinking: was Darren sick from the alcohol or from what we did? I then grabbed the counter and collapsed on the floor in a fit of tears. I started thinking even more now: did I just break up Chris and Darren? Was I the `other-man'? What would Aaron think? Why was I feeling so guilty? Was it self-inflicted guilt or guilt by association?
I knew I had to put these feelings aside because like I said earlier: nothing pulls you together like someone else falling apart. And right now I needed to be strong for someone that was barely able to stomach what was going on.
I ran upstairs and I found Darren hunched over the toilet. There was no smell of vomit and the toilet looked clean so I guess that meant he felt sick over what we did.
I handed him the water which he thanked me for and told him that he could sleep in my room and that I'd sleep in my Dad's bed. Again he thanked me since he was in no state to walk into his house like this.
And so we fell asleep that night under the same roof, but a million miles away from where we needed to be.
"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! MOTHER FUCKING SHIT!"
I slowly turned over and surveyed my surroundings. Why am I in my Dad's room? Who's cursing like a sailor? Why is my head throbbing?
"Brad wake up! We need to get to the school!" Darren came barging in the room in his underwear. And then the memories of last night came flooding back to me.
"Wha...why?"
"It's 10:17! We didn't set an alarm! We need to go!"
And then I remembered what 1346 said: we needed to be in the boys' locker room at 11am sharp! God damn shit I swore to myself.
I don't really remember the next 35 minutes that great. I just remember that it was a blur. But somehow we managed to get ourselves presentable during that time. I texted Chris and Aaron our plan to `jump' 1346 and Chris responded that he liked that plan. I hadn't heard anything from Aaron so I was hoping that he was in agreement because it was really an all or nothing kinda thing. At 10:56 we ran through the main doors to the school and headed for the locker room. We had both opted for easy tear-away clothes (sweatpants, sweatshirts) because we figured we wouldn't be in them long. Along the halls to the locker room we just kept discussing the plan to make sure we had everything down pat.
At 10:59 we ran through the boys' locker room door and collapsed on the benches. My head nearly hit the package that was resting on the bench. I looked up and saw that Chris was standing by the entrance to the showers, but I didn't see any sign of Aaron.
And then my heart sank. I knew that 1346 would expose all of us if we weren't all there. And as much as I was `out' I wasn't ready to come out to the entire school and neither were my other three friends.
"Hey you ok? I thought you weren't gonna make it." Chris said to Darren.
"Yeah I'm ok." Darren replied taking Chris' hand. And when I saw that the green-eyed monster sprung to life inside of me. I was jealous. No more than that – I...
And then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up ready to punch 1346, but I looked into the eyes of Aaron.
There were so many things I wanted to do, to say, to scream, but at that moment we all got an email from 1346:
"Good morning boys, are we ready for today? I've heard that you star athletes have great stamina. And I've been dying to see more than just glimpses of it. In the bag you'll find all of the `things' you'll need for today. Before you read anymore go and open it."
I set my phone down and opened the package. Inside was four condoms and two containers of lube.
I picked up my phone again and started reading where I left off: "you know what to do now. To those of you boys who came last night here's hoping you can get it up again. After all, nobody bats a thousand. But I would bet anyone would be willing to pay a thousand to see each of your lovely `bats'. If you don't comply well I'm afraid some pics and a phone conversation will be leaked...XOXO"
"Wait, what about this guy?" Chris said holding up his phone. "Isn't he gonna be here so he can fuck us?"
We all were wondering the same room and were waiting for 1346 to appear, but nothing happened.
A few seconds later we got another email from 1346: "I won't be joining you fellows today. I've always had a certain locker-room fantasy so I don't want to spoil it. By the way, if you want to overthrow someone you usually don't tell them about it. Sorry boys that's on the test next week...XOXO."
Thank you to everyone for the feedback. I know this installment is very late and I apologize for it. Comments are always welcome: davidgaingridge@gmail.com