Some You Give Away, Part 1

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Some You Give Away

Part I

12 June 2015
Columbus, Mississippi, United States of America

16-year-old Christian Hawkings quickly turned off his shower and covered his rapidly hardening cock with his towel. He walked from the showers to his locker with his eyes cast down to the floor, avoiding looking or even glancing at the naked, wet flesh of his football teammates.

Christian dressed haphazardly without even drying, which caused wet spots to appear on the front and back of his red, form-fitting tee shirt.

From the other end of the block of lockers, Eric Wethers called, "Yo, Chris! Pool night at Willy's tomorrow!"

Still anxious, Chris smiled and called back, "I- sure! Alright!"

"No chicks!" Trevor McKale called as Christian all but fled the locker room.

In the parking lot of New Hope High School, Cnristian saw two girls sitting on the hood of his truck, one of which was his girlfriend Lindsay Patterson. Also standing in front of the vehicle were two other girls.

When Christian approached his truck, Lindsay hopped off the hood and ran into his arms.

After a small peck on the lips, Christian whispered, "Hi."

"Ready?" Lindsay asked as she drove her fingers through Christian's short brown hair. "Why's your hair all wet?"

Christians heart sped up a bit, but he replied, "Couldn't wait to see you."

Lindsay blushed hotly at that. She kissed him again, and then they both got into his truck.

While Christian drove them to Lindsay's, they listened to music from Christian's cell phone through the truck's bluetooth stereo. They sang along, and Lindsay scrolled through her various social media applications.

"I bow down to pray," Christian and Lindsay sang along, "try to make the worse seem better. Lord, show me the way."

"Ohmygod!" Lindsay cried. "Troy just wrote on Kristen's Facebook that she was a slut! Guess he found she slept with Kyle."

Disbelieving, and slightly jealous of her, Christian asked, "She did?"

Lindsay answered, "No. Last week at Amber's party, she gave him head."

At Lindsay's, Mrs. Patterson greeted the two teens while she chopped carrots.

"Good day, Mrs. Patterson," Christian greeted warmly.

"You staying for supper, Chris?" Mrs. Patterson asked kindly.

"Wish I could enjoy another one of your exquisite meals, Mrs. Patterson," Christian replied. "My brother's coming home for the summer and we're celebrating his acing his freshman year at U Miss."

"Yeah?" Mrs. Patterson asked with a smile. "How's Isaiah doing?"

While removing his books from his backpack at the kitchen table, Christian answered, "He's doing alright, ma'am. His girlfriend will be visiting next week, so he's excited for us to meet her."

"That's good. That's good. I know uni is still two years away for you, but have you thought about where you wanna go?"

"Yeah, Lindsay and I've talked about it some, ma'am. We both wanna go to Columbia or Harvard. I'm also interested in Drexel University, Duke, and Purdue."

"Them's great universities. Ambitious. What do you wanna study?"

"I don't know, ma'am. Haven't thought about it much."

With that, and feeling sunken in his stomach, Christian and Lindsay continued to do their homework at the Patterson's kitchen table. They talked, laughed, gossiped, and did their school work while Mrs. Patterson got dinner ready.

Three hours later, after doing homework with his girlfriend, Christian packed his books away.

Lindsay asked, "I'll see you at church on Sunday?"

Christian smiled and gave the girl a kiss, and answered, "Yeah. See ya then. Have a wonderful evening, Mrs. Patterson!"

At home, Christian waited for his mother to return from the airport with his brother Isaiah by watching bisexual pornography. If anyone had suddenly entered his room and caught him masturbating at his desk and watching that type of pornography, they wouldn't assume that he's watching the two men intently. He jerked his 5-inch cock furiously while focusing on the black man fucking the white man with wild abandon, and spilt his seed all over his stomach and chest.

Christian and his family, which included himself, his parents, Isaiah, and his younger twin sisters Tara and Tessa, had gone out to a restaurant called J Broussard's for dinner. There, he and his family caught up with Isaiah and his studies.

That evening, while his mother did paperwork for her job as a defense lawyer, Christian went into her office on the main floor of their home.

Completely and utterly scared, Christian began, "Mom, can I- can I talk to you?"

Seeing the unease very much evident on her son's face, Beverly Hawkings removed her reading glasses and asked, "Are you alright, son? What's the matter?"

"I- I..." Christian had to swallow the lump in his throat and wipe a tear of anguish. "Lev- Leviticus 18:22, 'a man shall not lie with a man as with a woman'."

"Okay," Mrs. Hawkings said unsurely. "Why are you reading Bible verses to me? Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Are you- are you telling me that... that you think you're gay?"

Christian crumbled. His face screwed with an onslaught of tears, and his bottom lip trembled heavily. He nodded his head.

Mrs. Hawkings stood from her desk, walked around it, and embraced her son in a tight hug.

"Chris. Chris, listen to me. Stop crying, son. Shh. Shh. Chris, we can't interpret the Bible word for word. Not everything in the Bible is true. Leviticus 19:28, 'you shall not make any cuts in your body for the dead nor make any tattoo marks on yourselves: I am the Lord'. I have two tattoos. Your dad has four."

With tears still falling from his brown eyes, Christian retorted, "But we are taught in church that homosexuals will- will burn in hell. Mom, I don't wanna be gay. I- I can't be."

"Chris. Chris. I love you. I will always love you. We all will, honey."

"But the Lord won't!" Christian cried. "I don't wanna spend eternity in hell, mama."

"You won't, sweetie," Mrs. Hawkings promised in a whisper. "I promise. You won't."

"But I will! That's what we're taught in church, mama! I want- I can't be gay, mama."

"We can- we can go to the Presbyterian. They--"

Christian tore himself out of his mother's arms and laughed darkly, "They what? Huh? They what?"

"They are accepting of gays. They are open-minded, as am I. Chris, it'll be okay."

"No it's not," Christian said with a broken heart. "It's not. I'm going to hell, mama. I'm going to hell if I don't get it fixed. I did- I did some research. There's a conversion camp at Columbus Lake. I wanna go. Mama, I have to go."

Now heartbroken, Mrs. Hawkings whispered, "Chris..."

11 July 2015
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada

16-year-old Warren Alteir smiled at his phone screen. Displayed on Grindr was a photo of Ben Carver, the biology teacher at Glendale Secondary School. Mr. Carver had sent a photo of himself lying in bed and shirtless, showing off his lithe but muscular physique.

• Warren:
  • 'Mr Carver you're hot af!'
• Mr. Carver:
  • 'Is this really Warren?'
• Warren:
  • 'Who else would I be?'
• Mr. Carver:
  • 'RCMP maybe?'
• Warren:
  • 'I can prove I'm Warren. FaceTime? 289-546-$$$$

Warren closed his Grindr application after that. He finally replied to a text message from his friend Juri Kalikov, saying he was not interested in basketball at the park. Warren then grabbed a small container of hair pomade and styled his sandy-blonde undercut into a pompadour.

And then his cell phone rang. It was the high-pitched tone of a FaceTime call, which brought a smile to Warren's face. He laid on his stomach on his full-sized bed and accepted the call. The image on the screen, however, was of a white ceiling.

Warren rolled his green eyes, and asked, "Mr. Carver?"

Mr. Carver pointed the front of his own cell phone toward his face. Warren smiled at the handsome 29-year-old biology teacher.

"Sorry," Mr. Carver apologized with a smile, sitting on his sofa. "Was still suspicious."

Warren laughed softly, and replied, "Yeah, no, I understand. What 16-year-old boy chats with their teacher on a hookup app? I'm gonna go right ahead and say it. I wanna hook up with you."

Mr. Carver laughed before he replied, "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Warren answered with another small laugh. "I've always thought you were hot. And I always look at your crotch when you're teaching. Which might be why I got so low a grade in your class, to be honest."

Mr. Carver laughed and responded, "Warren, you passed my class with an 83."

"Yeah, but my average in all my other classes was 96."

With a smirk, Mr. Carver said, "Fucking hot and fucking smart. Damn. The second you turn 18 I'm making you my wife."

Laughing and blushing, Warren retorted, "Whoa there, geezer. Let's start with sex. Mind if I come over?"

"Well, what do you have in mind?"

Shy and blushing, Warren answered, "I wanna try deep-throat you. I've done it with a banana, but somehow I think it'll be different with the real thing."

Mr. Carver laughed and asked, "A banana? Somehow that's still hot to imagine."

"No gag reflex," Warren told the man with a wink.

"Fuck, you're making me so hard right now."

"No jacking off," Warren commanded with a smile. "I want your first load in my mouth. And then I want you to eat me out. Niiiice and slow. I want your tongue to make tender love to my ass."

"Jesus Christ, Warren. You've got quite the mouth. You're making me leak pre-cum all over my briefs."

"And then... I want your prick sliding into my ass, in missionary. I wanna be looking into your beautiful blue eyes when you fuck me."

Clearly turned on by his scrunched eyebrows, Mr. Carver asked, "Yeah? Bareback?"

"Sure. If you're clean."

"Got an STI test from last week."

"I hope you're uncut."

"You like foreskin? I'm uncut."

"Better to play with. I'm uncut, too. And I'll be fucking your perfect ass later. Bareback. Rough and fast."

"S'that so? What if I'm a strict top?"

"Then I'll just have to teach you a lesson in obedience."

"Okay. I'm vers. Get over here. 1403 Linwood Drive, apartment 11C."

Warren promptly ended the video call and put his trainers on.

Downstairs, Warren asked, "Mom, going to meet Toby and Juri at the basketball court. Mind if I take the Highlander?"

Deirdre and Michael Altier looked up from icing a carrot cake, and Mrs. Altier answered, "Sure, hun. Keys might be in my purse. When will you be home?"

Warren grabbed his stepmom's purple pleather purse from a coat rack as he replied, "I dunno. 11:30 I guess...? We're going to the movies after."

As Warren made for the front door, Mrs. Altier called, "Okay, be safe!"

When Warren got into the vehicle, he got a text message.

• 289-546-$$$$
  • 'Use the east side fire escape. Don't want my neighbours seeing someone come over. My window will be open with a green towel beside it.'

Warren added the cell phone number to his cell phone contacts, under the name 'Harry McMillan'.

• Warren:
  • 'Hope you don't tire out easily. I plan to spend the next 4.5 hours with you in bed'
• Harry:
  • 'Fuck, I can't wait. We'll have to throw cuddles in between ;-)'

12 April 2017
Columbus, Mississippi, United States of America

Christian opened the front door of his home after shopping at Leigh Mall with his friends and new girlfriend Kalinda Brooke. To his surprise, both his parents were sitting on the sofa.

"Y'all got off work early?" Christian asked kindly.

Mrs. Hawkings, wearing a teary smile, rose from the sofa. In her hands, however, was a big white envelope.

Quietly, but meaningfully, Mrs. Hawkings told Christian, "It's from Columbia University."

Christians heart stopped, and raced at the same time. He dropped his arms, which caused his red backpack to crash to the floor. He wanted to walk to grab to the envelope, but his feet felt as though he were standing in dried cement.

"Do you wanna open it?" Mr. Hawkings asked his son, trying to hide the excitement in his voice. "Want us to leave you alone?"

Breathless with nerves, Christian said, "It looks- it looks pretty thick."

Also trying to conceal her excitement, Mrs. Hawkings said, "That could only mean one thing, right?"

"I- umm- not necessarily," Christian replied softly as he slowly walked into the living room. "Maybe Columbia admissions decided to write me a lot of really long letters stating why they didn't accept me."

Christian slowly, very slowly, slid the envelope out of his mother's hands. But, again, he was too nervous to open it.

Mr. Hawkings wrapped of his arms around Christian's shoulders and asked, "Want me to open it for you?"

"Yeah," Christian answered as he shoved the envelope into his dad's hands.

Mr. Hawkings inhaled deeply, dramatically, before he tugged at the corner of the adhesive tab.

"Wait!" Christian cried as before he snatched the envelope back. "I'll do it."

"'Dear Mr. Hawkings'," Christian began to read the letter very much anxiously. "'On behalf of Dean Harpreet B. Singh and the Committee on Admissions, we would like to thank you for your application to attend Columbia University in New York. It is our pleasure to inform you and congratulate you on your admission to the Columbia Business School'! I GOT INTO COLUMBIA! I GOT INTO COLUMBIA! MOM! DAD! I'M GOING TO COLLEGE!"

20 April 2017
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada

With a sigh, Jacob Fedder ended the kiss due to Warren's preoccupation.

Jacob booped Warren's nose with his finger and asked, "Hey. What's the matter? You've been distracted all day."

"Nothing," Warren denied with a smile and a shrug. "I'm fine."

"Come on," Jacob whispered. "Just tell me. You let your curly fries go stale today. You horde those damned things like they're gold."

"First of all, they are gold!" Warren retorted comically. "It's just... I dunno. Okay, universities all over Canada and the U.S. sent out acceptance letters a couple weeks ago. I applied to eight. Eight, Jake! And I haven't been accepted into a single one!"

Jacob kissed Warren's cheek, then gold him, "Warren, you are literally the smartest guy I've ever met. Your average grade is a fucking A-plus! Averaging an A-plus! In how many classes do you get anything lower than an A-plus? Two?"

With a minuscule smile, Warren replied, "One."

"One?" Jacob asked, disbelieving. "What's the class, grade, and reason you're not getting an A-plus?"

"I'm getting an A in phys. ed. because sometimes I'll just stand there."

"Listen to me. You'll be accepted into at least three-quarters of these universities. At. Least. Because of your ridiculous grades."

With that, Jacob planted a kiss to Warren's cheek. Warren smiled and thanked the boy.

Jacob then crawled out of Warren's queen-sized bed as he said, "Gotta go. Having dinner with Stacy and her family."

Warren stood as well. He stroked his half-hard dick with one hand while the other caressed the crack of Jacob's pert ass. Jacob stopped pulling his briefs on and moaned in both pleasure and regret.

"Can I fuck your ass one more time?" Warren whispered seductively. "See how hard you make me, Jake?"

Jacob almost gave in, watching Warren's now erect 7-inches. But he reigned himself in and replied. "Tomorrow. Get to school early and fuck me before first period."

Warren stood behind Jacob, flush against him, and whispered, "You sure?"

Being the same height, Warren kissed Jacob's jaw and neck while grinding his rigid prick against the cotton fabric of Jacob's ass.

"Fuck," Jacob whispered. "I gotta go. I gotta go. Stacy'll kill me if I'm late. At school tomorrow."

Warren knew that Jacob would decline another fuck, he just loved teasing and riling up his classmate. Jacob, mildly frustrated again, resumed dressing and left Warren's bedroom.

"Warren!" Jacob called from downstairs. "You've got two big envelopes down here!"

Fully excited, Warren ran nude downstairs. Jacob smiled from the front door and left. Warren quickly grabbed the two big envelopes, and squealed in his excitement. One was from Columbia University, and the other from Grant MacEwan University.

Warren practically tore the Columbia University envelope as that was his dream university. What he removed from the envelope was a blue book. He immediately opened the book and took the letter out.

'Dear Mr. Alteir,
''On behalf of Dean Harpreet B. Singh and the Committee on Admissions, we would like to thank you for your application to attend Columbia University in New York. It is our pleasure to inform you and congratulate you on your admission to the Columbia Business School of Columbia University for the autumn semester of 2017. As a member of the class of 2021, you will be a participant in the academic community wealthy in intellectual and personal talent of every kind. We are fully confident that the gifts that you will bring to our campus will be unique and valuable, and that your abilities will be challenged and developed here.'

Warren laughed loudly with tears of pure happiness. He ran back upstairs and dressed in his pale blue skinny jeans, violet tee, and a pair of black 5-inch-heel ankle boots. Warren drove his Lexus LX 5km over the speed limit.

When Mr. Carver opened his apartment door, Warren jumped into his arms, laughing tearily.

While wrapping his own arms around Warren's middle, Mr. Carver asked, "Warren? What's up, sexy?"

From the living room, Mr. Carver's boyfriend Hank Sylvester called, "Who is it, babe?"

Warren ran into the living room and pounced on Hank's lap on the sofa.

"Oof," Hank said around a giggle. "Hiya, beautiful boy."

Warren shoved his acceptance letter in Hank's face and said loudly, "I'm going to Columbia! I'm moving to New York City!"

To Be Continued...

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