It's been weeks and weeks and weeks, I know. Please, don't lynch me. It's been a busy few months. Short story, my baby sister is now a PhD, and thus even more insufferable than I could ever portray here in this story world. But that meant a trip to the UK. And of course, work.
And then a scare with a possibility of losing EVERYTHING on my computer. Thankfully, that was mostly avoided, but it put a dent in my time.
Anyway, here is the next installment. It's transitional and brings to an end the 3rd quarter of the over-all story arch. 1st, Boston. 2nd Pre Prom, 3rd Post Prom to graduation and now...onto the 4th and final quarter. It's outlined. I just need to pound it out and get it to you as quickly as I can.
Bear with me. Enjoy.
!DAM!
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Speeches, Invitations, Nervousness, Goodbyes, and Brunch at the Radisson: A Southern Nerd Graduates
B: D A Mackey
Hundreds upon hundreds of cultures around the globe have various rites of passage for young men and women who reach a certain age, meant to signify the movement from childhood into adulthood. Many of them seem barbaric to our rather sedate Western ways.
For those of us here in the United States, one such ritual would be learning how to drive a car and getting the little rectangular piece of plastic with your always horribly unattractive picture plastered on it that signified that ability. Or perhaps High School Prom. And the most recognizable: sweating to death in the summer heat while wearing a polyester gown and a funny square hat replete with tassels in order to walk 20 feet across a stage in front of family and friends to receive a rolled up piece of paper and a handshake from an administrator we very rarely saw over the past four years.
High School Graduation.
The ritual itself must seem absurd to those outside of our culture. Hell, just the description alone makes little logical sense. But it happens every May or June with surprising regularity and it brings with it crying parents and overwrought younger siblings.
There were plenty of both to be found at my own graduation on the morning it finally arrived.
Well dressed Southern ladies sweated profusely and seemed to constantly be checking their melting faces in small compact mirrors while they tried to fan themselves with the card stock Graduation programs.
It was a futile attempt, of course.
The weather could not have been more clear and bright. Not a cloud to be seen in a sky that seemed competing to defy the true definition of the word blue. In the shade, of which there was little to be seen (why they schedule these things for High Noon, I will never understand) the temperatures reached well into the upper 90's. On the vast open lawn of the Quad, it was an easy 103 degrees.
South Carolina in the summer: it is not to be fucked with.
Southern Mamma's are known for their control over their younger children. You rarely see a wild and out of control southern child running around a chain restaurant in the south. At least, not without getting a firm pop on the behind. It's not uncommon for them to be sent to the car to chill out should they get even a tiny bit restless. But in the heat of that day, every Mamma had given up all hope of keeping their younger kids at bay.
First came the fidgeting.
Then the whiny complaints in high pitched screeches.
And finally the release, as a veritable tourist of 5-10 year olds bolted from the rows of folding white chairs and did what children do best: ran around in a dizzying array of tiny suit jackets and easter dresses like a human model of electrons come to life.
A few Mammas tried in vain to contain them, but it was no use. They eventually shuffled back to their seats and just focused on surviving the afternoon. Literally, surviving it. The amount of moisture they sweated out made me worried that some might shrivel up and die of dehydration should they begin to weep when their child crossed the stage. They couldn't spare the moisture.
All in all, it was surreal.
I watched and observed it from my seat in the front row, doing my best to stare at the podium and rehearse my upcoming valedictorian speech in my head. By the time I'd actually delivered the thing, I had nearly picked apart the gold and blue chord that signified my rank as Valedictorian until it was a haphazard knot of barely recognizable glimmering threads.
Apparently, I have a few nervous ticks.
I'm not entirely sure I can recall the actual words I spoke. I mean, of course I have it on video. Several videos, to be more precise. But I don't quite recall actually speaking the words.
What I do recall from that blur of 5 minutes is Daniel.
He was in the front row simply beaming up at me. His knees bounced up and down as he struggled to contain the very obvious pride and joy he felt while I spoke. His smile was broad, wide, unassuming and utterly captivating. I half expected him to leap from his seat at any moment and crush me to his chest in a hug before I'd finished my greetings and salutations.
But thankfully, he controlled himself.
For the most part.
Behind him, seated in the first row not reserved for the graduates themselves were his Mother and Father, dressed to perfection and seeming not to sweat a drop. They didn't even fan themselves with their programs like everyone else. I wondered if they were somehow superhuman and that's how they'd produced such an immaculate specimen of a son.
In the same row, my parents sat in stark contrast.
My mother was a weeping, sweaty mess. She did her best to keep her sobbing to an acceptable decibel level, but from the depth of the eye rolling my sister was presenting for all the world to see, I could tell she was thoroughly mortified to be associated with the two parental figures on either side of her. My father was just looking highly uncomfortable seated on the other side of my sister. This was the first time since their separation that my parents had spent any significant length of time in the same room. Or in this case, open lawn.
On the aisle at the end of the row was Adam.
Though I could scarcely tear my eyes from my Daniel as I spoke, every now and then I would glance back to the row where our families sat and my gaze would fall on him. He sat with his legs spread so wide in his khaki dress pants that his right leg was fully in the middle of the center aisle.
And he stared.
I don't mean he watched me. Everyone was watching me, (something I was still not yet comfortable with) but Adam's eyes seemed to bore deeply into me. His right hand rested on his lap and he ever so slightly squeezed the outline of his stiffening prick as it snaked down his right thigh.
He wanted me to see it.
He was hoping I would see it.
Well, I saw it. I couldn't help but see it. Adam made very sure of that. And the small smirking grin he wore plastered on his face made it clear he enjoyed knowing that I saw him.
I made a note to talk to Daniel. He may have been the younger of the two brothers, but I had little doubt that he could easily outmatch Adam if push came to shove. In a physical confrontation or a cock measuring contest. Take your pick.
After all the normal bells and whistles, the walking across the stage and the hand shakes and the commencement speech by some distinguished former alumnus (of which there were several from which to pick), the Head Master of the Upper School gave the closing remarks and all at once...
...A sea of black satin caps flew into the air...
And Daniel pulled me to his chest and kissed me so hard it knocked the wind from my lungs until I thought I would just crumple into him like an empty soda can.
I melted into him. And it had nothing to do with the heat.
I felt my pulse rising, my body responding and every care and worry from the morning and previous night wiped from my mind.
What did it matter what the summer break may hold? Who cared about the coming separation as we went to different schools in the fall.
None of that mattered in the slightest when his lips were on mine. Where they belonged. Where mine belonged.
Daniel's hand on the small of my back pulled me into him. I felt the hardness of his uncut cock coming to life beneath the satin robes, pressing against my own waking member. I was hard pressed not to lift one foot from the ground like some couple in a Rom-Com movie poster.
There were a few shocked gasps from some uninformed underclassmen but they were put to an end with a quick and rather forceful punch in the arm from our giant body guard: the ever present Ian.
"Is there something interesting here? Go about your business little birdies," he chided them as he shooed them away.
When Daniel finally released me and our tongues rested in our own mouths, I let my head fall to his shoulder and laced my arm around his waist and his around mine. Thankfully, the big shapeless graduation robes hid the fact that I could feel a spot of precum already spreading from the tip of my throbbing cock.
The things Daniel did to me...
My mom and Daniel's chatted amiably a few yards away. They couldn't have been more different, but they seemed to be getting on like gang busters. Neither of them looked to be waiting for the other one to finish a sentence before beginning her own. If I wasn't mistaken, they would be pulling out the baby photo albums that mothers always seemed to have hidden just out of arms reach and start sharing embarrassing family stories within moments.
My father and Daniel's did what typical Southern fathers did: stood with their hands in their pockets about 3 feet from each other and rocked back and forth on their heels. Like they were discussing the stock market or something.
"Good lord, look at `em go," Daniel whispered as he leaned over to kiss my cheek.
"I know," I replied. "Should we interrupt? If we just walk away now, I don't even think they will notice we are missing."
"What are they talking about, I wonder?"
"Us, most likely."
Daniel shivered dramatically.
"Well, should we go face the music?" he asked.
I sighed.
"I'd rather you face the locker room wall...but I suppose facing the music will have to do. For now," I teased, pulling him closer to my side.
He leaned in and bit my earlobe gently.
"Are you trying to make me cum in my robes, baby?"
"Maybe? Don't pretend you don't like it."
"Who's pretending? By all means, please continue."
I obliged him by lowering my hand from his waist to rest on the rounded mound of his perfect ass. I squeezed lightly and Daniel moaned gently under his breath and rose onto his toes.
I giggled, reveling in the power I had to manipulate his body and make him twinge and squirm with just a touch. It was still new to me after all our time together so far.
I smiled and placed one hand on his rock hard chest, stroking him lightly and feeling his warmth beneath my palm, the hard perky nubs of his dark nipples reacting to my touch.
"Let's give them a few minutes, okay?" I suggested. "They seem to be getting along just fine without us."
"Meet the parents time, huh?" came a booming voice from behind us. I had forgotten that Ian was nearby...
Ian was understandably excited.
When he was just his usual self, he ran at top speed in comparison to the rest of us. Today he was approaching Mach 2. He almost seemed to vibrate with the effort to control his excess energy.
"Well, meet the OTHER parents," Daniel corrected. "It's kinda surreal actually."
"They seem to be doing okay. Kinda like strange dogs sniffing around a new member of the pack," Ian said.
"Kindly refrain from comparing my parents to canines. Even obliquely," I sighed with a roll of my eyes.
Ian just chuckled, which from him was akin to a timpani drum at forte.
"Good speech, little D," Ian said changing the subject. It was disconcerting and becoming highly tiring to watch him.
Even though I knew he was speaking to me, his eyes darted back and forth, his head swiveling on his thick neck like some kind of small bird. If that bird was on steroids or had been bitten by a radioactive arachnid.
"Thanks," I replied cordially. "Dude, you are revved up on super high today. You okay?"
"What?" he asked, finally turning his attention back to me, even if only for a brief moment. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Because you look about ready to jump out of your skin, is why," Daniel offered, backing me up.
"Sorry. I'm just...I dunno...I can't really..." he stuttered and seemed to search for the correct words before finally sighing heavily. "Have you seen Justin? I can't find him anywhere?"
It took a moment for Daniel and me to adjust to the question. Was that why Ian was so apparently on edge? So jacked up on adrenaline?
He was looking for Justin...
I hadn't realized until that moment how deeply the new addition to our little group had wormed his cute, nerdy way into the gigantic jock's heart.
"I think I saw him over by the Math and Science building taking pictures with his family," Daniel offered, pointing to the large, square, tan, stucco building some 100 yards distant.
The effect on Ian was immediate.
His skin flushed and his eyes flashed like crackling lightning. A smile crept up the corners of his mouth. He actually bounced. On the balls of his feet, like he was getting ready to dash off at a dead sprint at any moment.
"Thanks. I'm gonna go see if...I mean, maybe he,...I hope that...What if he?..." His tongue couldn't seem to finish the thought his brain was so desperately trying to produce.
I couldn't help but smile at him.
I knew the feeling well.
It wasn't that long ago that everything that involved Daniel even in the slightest most tangental way would send me into a whirlwind of panic and
"What if's" that left my head a dizzy befuddled mess.
I placed my hand in the middle of Ian's big broad chest. His heart raced beneath my palm like hummingbird wings.
Jesus! The guy should be on the ground rapidly approaching a coronary.
"Breathe, big guy," I said in as soothing a tone as I could manage. "I'm sure whatever you have to ask Justin, he will be happy to hear. Okay?"
That seemed to assuage him a bit. At least, he dropped his eyes to his toes and nervously dug one point of his dress shoes into the verdant green lawn.
"Thanks," he whispered. "I don't know what it is about that boy, but every time I try to do anything...my whole body shuts down."
I giggled.
"It's fun isn't it?"
"FUN?!" Ian bellowed, raising his eyes to the heavens. "It's fucking torture is what it is! But fuck me if he isn't the cutest thing walking on two legs."
I put my hands up in mock surrender.
"It's not me who will be the one fucking you," I added with a wink. "I'll leave that to our donkey-dicked new friend over there."
Ian blushed bright red at that, but he couldn't hide his smile. Or the pulsing bulge in his pants, for that matter.
"Don't get me going, lil' D. No telling when I'd be able to stop."
"Go find him and then come back and find us. We'll be around," Daniel added, clapping Ian on the shoulder and pushing him in the direction of the Science and Math building. "Good luck, buddy."
Ian bounded off in that direction. Before he had gone 5 yards, he suddenly turned and rushed back.
"I almost forgot! My parents are letting me use our lake house tonight for a little get together afterwards. That's what I was going to tell Justin, I mean..."
Daniel and I eyed each other.
"Will your parents be there?" Daniel asked.
Ian shook his head.
"Nope. They are headed to the mountains for a church retreat. Just us. Well, my grandparents have a place across the lake, but that doesn't really count. They're like, a hundred and eighty years old. Even if they had their binoculars out, I doubt they could see us."
I chuckled at the mental image. I idly wondered if Ian's grandparents were just wizened versions of their muscle bound grandson. An octogenarian copy of Hercules.
"So?" Ian asked, still bouncing, waiting for our reply.
"We'll be there. Text me the address," Daniel replied.
Ian's face split into a wide toothy grin and he immediately turned on his toes and leaped away across the lawn to propose the same offer to little Justin without another word to us.
Daniel and I just smiled at each other, laced our fingers together and reveled in the growing joy of our buddy.
He may have been a big, muscled lummox on the outside, but he came with a heart to match.
From our vantage point some distance away, we watched as Ian made contact with Justin and his family.
Like Justin himself, his clan was all tall lanky limbs and skinny frames, a collection of elbows and knees held together by strawberry blonde curls.
When Ian bounded into their midst, it was like watching a hunting dog scatter a flock of Mourning Doves. All of Justin's family recoiled and jumped back a step from the mountain that had suddenly decided to walk amongst them.
All of them, that is, except for Justin.
Justin grinned like the Cheshire Cat and did his best to fend off the cooing affections of a woman who could only be his mother as she attempted to wipe a non-existent smudge from his cheek with her saliva moistened thumb. I doubted the blush on Justin's cheeks had anything to do with the embarrassment his family may or may not have been causing him.
He couldn't take his big green eyes from Ian. And Ian returned the gesture.
As we watched, Ian's entire body seemed transformed.
His shoulders slumped forward, his chest lowered and he seemed to be caving in on himself. He actually appeared to shrink. His fingers twitched and moved on their own, as if he longed to reach forward and grab Justin right then and there but was doing all he could to control the impulse.
Justin's parents watched the conversation with guarded interest, trying to give their son the benefit of at least a small measure of privacy while intently listening to every word that came from Ian's trembling lips.
And then Justin....lit up like the Fourth of July.
As if someone had flipped a light switch inside him, his whole body straightened and his face seemed to glow. We were too far away to see, but I'd have been willing to wager that there were misty tears in the corners of his bright eyes.
Ian's body adjusted to match, lifting from his hunch like an inflating bouncy house until he once again towered and dominated.
Justin nodded with a wide toothy grin.
Justin's mother's mouth dropped open a bit.
And Ian's arms reached forward and crushed the smaller boy to his chest in a bear hug that lifted his feet from the ground and spun him around as if he weighed less than nothing.
Justin's ringing peals of laughter echoed across the lawn and reached Daniel and I.
"I guess he said yes," Daniel hazarded.
"You think?" I shot back with a gentle nudge to his ribs and a squeeze of his hand in mine.
As if watching Ian try to control his nervousness hadn't been funny enough, watching him very nearly skip back across the lawn towards us with an unassailable smile on his lips was something akin to seeing a cow climb a tree: it's just not something you ever think you would witness.
"Sorry he can't come," Daniel joked as Ian came to a bouncing halt before us.
I squeezed Daniel's hand and smiled up at our giant friend.
Daniel's light-hearted ribbing had no effect on Ian. He brushed it off as if he hadn't heard or understood, which, in hindsight, is highly likely.
"He's coming!" Ian twittered.
Even his voice seemed higher pitched. He glanced over his shoulder back towards Justin and his family and smiled broadly.
"You guys like him right?" he asked nervously.
"Of course," I replied. "What's not to like?"
"Not much that I can see. But then, I apparently have a weakness for the nerdy types," Daniel said, leaning over to kiss my cheek.
"We will rule the world one day, you know. It's simply good economic future planning to be attracted to us," I joked and returned his gentle kiss with one of my own.
"And I'm sure the salami hanging between your thighs has nothing to do with it," Ian laughed, coupled with a lingering glance towards my crotch.
Though it was hidden beneath the robe still, it was almost as if I could feel Ian's gaze like a caress on my actual skin.
"Hey now, big guy. You got a huge nerd cock of your own to gawk at. This one is mine." Daniel's voice was lower and gruff, almost possessive and full of what I knew was merely mock severity. He was fully secure in my commitment to him.
At least, I hoped he was. I made a mental note to confirm that commitment in any way necessary.
Daniel's hand traveled down my lower back and pressed gently into me, just at the curve of my ass. His fingers spread broadly and he squeezed lightly.
Oh, yes.
Confirming that commitment was going to be...very fun indeed.
"He's just....Justin's so...I can't really...." Ian stammered, completely forgetting or ignoring the lightly sexual banter that he'd instigated.
"Ugh!" he sighed, throwing up his hands in a uncharacteristically dramatic fashion. "I just don't fucking know anymore!"
"Wow," I replied, my heart going out to my muscular friend. "You really are conflicted, huh?"
Ian nodded.
"He makes my head swim. He's so fucking smart! Ya know? Like YOU level smart lil' D."
I nodded. Justin was smart. He was ranked third in our class, so only two spots below me GPA wise. (Assuming GPA can be an actually valid metric for measuring intelligence... which is up for debate, and always will be.)
"Smart people have always intimidated me. No offense. Well, smart GIRLS have always intimidated me. Or did. Or do? Or...whatever! But....fuck it...I can sit and listen to him talk for hours. Whenever I can get him to talk to me in the first place, that is."
Daniel giggled.
Ian's eyes narrowed and he glared at my boyfriend.
I elbowed him in the ribs sharply.
"Leave him alone, jack ass," I shot at him.
"Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to laugh at all, bud," he told Ian, rubbing the sore spot my bony elbow had left in its wake. "It just makes me happy to see you happy. Confused. But happy. You ARE happy aren't you?"
Ian's eyes opened a bit and then lowered to the grass as his lips curved up in a small smile.
He nodded.
"Trust me. It get's easier, buddy. The first few weeks with this one, I was a fucking wreck. Every time I looked at him my tongue went dry and talking was...fuck...well, it was out of the fucking question."
My eyes went wide.
I just stared at Daniel as he continued.
"I mean, the things he can talk about? Never in my life had my brain ever even contemplated anything on that level. And then, sometimes, when he'd get onto a topic I'd just stare and stare and stare. It felt like hours, days, weeks even. Then I'd realize that even if I didn't grasp what he was saying, it didn't matter. What mattered is that HE was saying it. He was with me and he was talking to me and he was looking at me. For some unknown reason for which I will always be grateful, he trusted me and felt safe enough to open himself to me like that. I mean, he's gorgeous and the sex is fucking mind blowing. But that's not the best part. Not by a long shot. Trust me, it's confusing now, bud. But let it settle for a bit and once it does....everything changes."
Silence.
Complete and total silence.
Daniel seemed to become aware of the monologue he'd just delivered, as if he'd not done so consciously. His face began to flush and his eyes fell to the grass. Ian's mouth hung open a little bit.
I threw my arms around Daniel's neck and pulled him into a kiss that, if I had my way, would have lasted until the sun exploded in the sky. I felt soft tears falling from my eyes and wetting our cheeks. Daniel's soft stubble scratched at my skin and my tongue and his dove and danced around each other.
"Holy shit," Ian whispered from far, far away.
I pulled away, holding Daniel's face between my trembling fingers.
"Thank you," I whispered.
He kissed me gently.
"It's just the truth, baby."
"Still. Thank you."
I kissed him again, eyes closed, my brain still hazy.
"Alrighty boys," Daniel's mom's voice lilted from just off to our left. "Keep it kosher. Plenty of time to celebrate later."
"Mom!" Daniel whined, eyes rolling to the heavens.
His mom giggled to herself.
"Oh, hush up, darling. I'm just teasing you. If I could, I'd kiss him too!" Daniel sighed mightily.
"David, sweet pea! So proud of you! What a fantastic speech!," she nearly sang, her voice sweetly musical.
"Thanks," I said softly.
I was still shit at taking a compliment. Better, but still shit.
"Your Mamma and Daddy are very nice, hun. I mean, I always knew they would be. Look at the stellar young man they raised. But I really loved meeting them."
Daniel's arm snaked back around my waist. I loved that he knew instinctively when I might be in need of his support.
"Thanks. I hope she didn't talk your ear off too bad."
"Nonsense!" Daniel's mamma joked with a dismissive wave of her hand. "If anything, it was the other way around. We're going for dinner next week! Did you know, your Mamma has the original LP's of Linda Ronstadt?!"
If Daniel's speech had been shocking, his Mamma and my Mamma going for dinner and listening to old school Folk records...well, that would take a little longer to get used to.
"Oh...umm...no, ma'am...I didn't...I..."
"Well!" she interjected, saving me from my own bumbling, "You boys are expected to join us at the Radisson for brunch. We won't take no for an answer!"
"You met not two hours ago and now you're presenting a united front," Daniel said warily. "I have an uneasy feeling about this."
Daniel's mamma patted his cheek in a, well, motherly fashion.
"Oh, baby boy. You have no idea what's headed your way, honey," she said ominously. "Radisson. Brunch. You two. Ian, you as well. And that adorable tall young man with those gorgeous green eyes. And bring Frick and Frack as well."
She nonchalantly gathered herself and hoisted her handbag onto her shoulder.
"Frick and Frack?" I asked confused.
"Gordon and Paul," Daniel informed me.
I guffawed at that.
"Oh, that's perfect!"
I knew exactly how I was going to make use of those new nicknames. "Don't be too long! We won't wait for you forever, you know. And you know how your father can get at a buffet line. More than an hour or so and there won't be an omelet left for anyone else," Daniel's mamma joked as she turned and walked away.
"See you soon, boys," she sang without looking back at us, wiggling her manicured fingers in our general direction over her shoulder as she retreated.
"Dude," Ian said, eyes wide. "It all makes so much sense, now."
"Fuck off, ass hat," Daniel said grimly through gritted teeth.
Ian and I laughed raucously as Daniel fidgeted with his embarrassment.
As if our laughter were a rallying cry of some kind, the rest of our group soon wandered towards us. Gordon and Tall Paul, their robes still on, but unzipped and worn like some kind of polyester kaftan. Justin arrived last, shuffled awkwardly across the lawn and stood next to Ian. He was obviously uncomfortable.
I looked at Ian and raised my eyebrows as if to say: "come on dude, he's right there!"
Ian looked at me confused and I jerked my head ever so slightly towards Justin as I wound my fingers between Daniel's, hoping he would take the hint to copy the gesture.
Ian's eyes widened a bit and I watched the understanding dawn on him. His big arm shook a little as he raised it slowly and rested his palm on Justin's slender waist. Justin jerked slightly, surprised by the unlikely contact, and looked up at Ian, his eyes sparkling brightly in the noontime sun. His tall and somewhat gangly form seemed to relax, his shoulders lowered, his posture becoming less formal, as he eased into Ian. He didn't snuggle up to him, per se, but he was very close to it, right on the edge.
"Apparently our presence is required at Brunch?" Tall Paul asked suddenly.
"My dad told me in no uncertain terms, that I am to be at the Radisson as soon as possible."
"Sorry," Daniel said. "Mamma can be a little pushy."
"Don't apologize for a buffet, dude. I'm starving to death already."
"You're lucky," Justin's melodious voice was barely audible. "My parents were so shocked I got invited in the first place that they both burst into tears. I haven't seen `em cry like that before. Not ever. Not even when Gramms died. I'm never gonna live this one down."
Tall Paul and Gordon both smiled at our new addition.
"Never fear," Gordon slurred. "We'll come rescue you from a summer at home as much as we can. Whenever you aren't otherwise....occupied."
He winked at Ian who blushed so hard I thought his face might melt from his skull.
Justin smiled broadly and stepped closer into Ian's embrace, looking up at him and settling his curly haired head onto Ian's massive chest for a moment. Just a moment, like a honey bee at a flower bud, quick and lighter than air.
But it was progress.
Ian smiled at the contact, his embarrassment forgotten.
He pitched his next question as a general one for the group as a whole, though his eyes never wavered from Justin.
"Do you want to go see the weight room one last time before we leave this place forever?"
The rest of the guys, having been reared in the wilds of straight boy jock land, waited for Justin to answer. Even Daniel.
It never occurred to any of them that Justin had never SEEN the weight room before and thus, "one last time," did not apply to him as this would be his "one and only time."
The question was for us.
I sighed.
Jocks.
What can you do?
"Sure, that would be nice," I replied for the group, trying to keep my exasperated eye rolling to a concealed minimum.
Still, no one moved.
My sigh was now very audible as I grabbed Daniel's hand, turned, and started the walk towards the gym. I didn't even wait to see if the rest of the group was following.
How these athletes survived daily life for all these years was beyond me.
But damned if they weren't fun to look at and play with...
The walk wasn't a death march. Not exactly. But there was a palpable solemnity to it. This would be the final time we would do this. Ever. I had only been a part of the gym/jock life for a few short months, and Justin not at all; but, over that time, I had begun to comprehend the effect the space could have on a man. Or a woman for that matter. It provided a refuge and a place to let your mind wander and your body take over. It was a safe place for my friends, and had been where they forged and tested and strengthened their bonds of friendship together over the years.
And now, they would have to leave that behind. Find something new. Somewhere new of their own. It was a daunting task, to be sure.
I wondered how conscious any of them were of that fact as they followed behind me and Daniel.
When we arrived, Daniel was the one who turned the silver handle, opened the door and flipped on the fluorescent lights.
The weight room flickered to life and I couldn't help but smile.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Justin's nose wrinkle in distaste.
"Don't worry, you get used to it," I said to him with an understanding smile which he returned with a nod.
High School Boy Smell.
Pungent.
The group filed in and stood in the open floor area, looking around at the equipment.
Justin looked like he was rapidly cataloging an undiscovered culture deep in the Amazon of South America.
I remembered that feeling well.
Ian was the first to recover.
"Spot me?" he asked Justin.
He didn't wait for a response, but headed to the bench press and began loading massive plates onto each side of the barbell.
Justin looked at me with the question clear on his face.
I nodded and indicated he should stand at Ian's head as he lay on his back, arms up to grab the bar. Ian's graduation robe made a semi-shiny pile on the floor at his feet as Justin stood behind his head and tentatively touched the cold metal bar with his long graceful fingers. Small beads of sweat began to form on his brow.
"I don't really think I can help with this much..."
Paul laughed.
"Trust me, J-man. It's merely a formality."
"Or he just wants to look up at your massive junk," Gordon added, much to Justin's embarrassment.
Ian looked up at Justin standing over him. He winked.
"Don't worry. I got this."
He lifted the bar, loaded with close to 300 lbs of steel, unless I missed my guess, and held it steady in the air above his chest as Justin's eyes popped. He lowered the bar to his chest and then raised it without seeming to exert much effort.
Justin's jaw was on his chest.
"Besides," Ian continued as he pumped out a second repetition. "Gordon was right."
A Third rep.
"Crude and rude,"
A fourth rep.
"But right, none the less."
A fifth rep.
The bar clanged back into place on the holder and Ian sat up.
As Ian got to his feet and turned to face Justin with a smile, it was becoming apparent to all present that his little show had had quite the effect on the flaxen-haired boy. Which, I expect, was one of the main motivations behind the spectacle in the first place.
Even through the robe, Justin could do little to hide the rising bulge between his legs. In addition to that, his eyes were wide as he stared at Ian like he was some form of heavenly being who just descended from the skies.
A point in his favor: he walked calmly towards Ian, maneuvering easily around the bench press, rose onto his toes and kissed him firmly on the mouth. His long fingers trapped Ian by the back of his head and pulled him down to meet his kiss, which Ian did with gusto.
To top it off, one of Justin's feet left the ground and rose into the air behind him like a rom-com movie poster. The same one I had so diligently tried to avoid becoming just minutes before.
If THAT was a rom-com coming soon, maybe I would actually watch it.
"Do you remember your first time in here with me?" Daniel asked.
"If he doesn't, I do," Paul added, rubbing the growing cock snaking across his pants and pointing towards his hips.
"Right over there? Remember?" Daniel said, pointing at the inclined weight bench.
"You beat that big buffoon at a bicep curl content. Of course I remember. See?"
I unzipped my graduation robe and looked down at myself.
My cock was fully hard, throbbing and straining against the fabric of my pants. As Daniel eyed it hungrily, a small dark spot appeared at my cock head and began to slowly spread.
"I remember every time with you, Angel Boy," I promised him.
A small moan from the bench press machine drew our eyes just in time to see Justin's legs leave the ground and wrap around Ian's waist. They had yet to break their kiss, and Justin clung to the larger teen like a monkey as their tongues writhed and twisted against each other.
"Well, we can see where this is headed," Gordon said with a grin. "Come on, let's leave these four to..."
"Don't move, dickheads," Daniel said quickly.
Both Paul and Gordon froze.
"You may be right about the direction, but don't forget how many times we all stood around and jerked off together already for the last four years. Before any of this. Hell, Paul, I saw your skinny needle cock for the first time the summer before 6th grade at sleep away camp, remember? So you two stay put, sit down, stand up, kneel, lay back, I don't care. But get your cocks out and enjoy the moment. I want to see cum flying within ten minutes. Got it?"
Gordon went so far as to favor Daniel with a mock salute.
Both boys were soon unzipping their flys and unbuttoning their shirts without another word of protest.
"Fuck, don't need to ask me twice, bud."
Daniel returned his attention to me.
"Where were we, baby?"
I smiled and pressed my palms to the broad flat planes of his chest, leaning down to kiss him gently.
"I think we were about to say goodbye to the weight room in the best way possible," I very nearly moaned, pressing the length of my body into his and grinding my achingly hard cock against his hard stomach.
"Fuck yes, we were."
"I can't take it anymore!" Ian suddenly bellowed, his breath ragged and punctuated by his unwillingness to remove his lips from Justin's even for a second.
With his massive arms under Justin's lithe, long legs, he easily unwound the lanky nerd from his torso and set him gently, almost tenderly to the floor. No sooner had Justin's feet hit the ground than Ian grabbed his hand and lead him towards the long wall of floor to ceiling mirrors where the free weights stood wracked in neat rows like black iron sentries.
He jerked his head and made a grunting noise that the other jocks reacted to almost immediately.
Apparently, it meant "follow me."
I still had a lot to learn in so far as "jock speak" went.
Ian roughly jerked Justin around in front of him, pulling the smaller boy so hard that he nearly lost his footing and fell backwards into Ian's waiting embrace. His back pressed to Ian's massive chest, both of them rising and falling together in time. He wrapped his arms around Justin's slim waist and looked into his eyes through the mirror as he kissed he sides of Justin's long graceful neck.
Justin's eyes fluttered closed and he released a long breath through clenched teeth. Ian's hands flattened on Justin's torso, pressing into his clothes just above his flat chest. He slid slowly downwards, feeling each bump and nook on his abs, all while his lips and tongue danced across Ian's skin. Like serpents, his thick fingers easily worked beneath the hem of Justin's pants and continued down.
"Ohhh, fuck...." Justin moaned as Ian's grip found its mark and wrapped around his tool beneath the fabric of his khakis.
Ian watched Justin's face contort and twist with pleasure as his fingers and lips worked over his neck and down the long, lean curve of his shoulder. From behind I watched Ian's hips and butt grinding slowly into Justin's perky ass, gyrating in time to his manipulations.
Justin's arms raised above his head and reached behind him to pull Ian's head deeper into his kiss, his fingers gripping the larger boy's hair tightly as he fought the rising tide of pleasure Ian was pouring onto him.
"Daaaammmmn," Paul sighed from behind me.
The rest of the group stood in silence behind the new couple, just watching as they found their rhythm together. I glanced towards Paul and Gordon, and true to their word to Daniel, they had somehow stepped out of their pants on the ten step journey towards the mirror. Both of them were naked from the waist down, their button down shirts hanging open to reveal their well developed torsos.
Well, by most metrics on earth, they would be considered well developed, and certainly relative to my own and Justin's....but with Daniel and Ian in the room, they were on the lower end of average. Still hot...but that is relative.
"I'm going to make you cum so hard you hit the mirror," Ian growled low and long into Justin's ear. "You may not have been here before, but you're gonna leave your mark."
His big fingers deftly undid the button on Justin's pants and yanked them around his thighs, making Justin's breath catch in his chest. His tight red underwear (Red! I read somewhere you only wear red underwear when you expect someone will be seeing them...clever clever Justin, subconsciously planning ahead!) did little to conceal his gigantic bone.
Ian rumbled in his chest as his fist clenched and shook Justin's tool beneath the crimson cotton. With an unmistakable sound that spelled the end of the garment, Ian pinched the thin cotton and tore it easily down the middle. Justin's cock flung forward and bounced twice, a long drop of precum flinging from his slit and dripping lazily to the tiled floor.
"Fucking hell," Gordon slurred in his normal accent, perhaps a little more drawl due to his heightened state of arousal.
I was transfixed by the reflection of Justin and Ian in the mirror...the huge muscles of my friend wrapped around the seemingly frail form of the beautiful pale strawberry blonde boy, holding him tight as if protecting him from a strong wind or a coming blow. And Justin's impressive rod bobbing and pulsing with life, Ian's fingers barely able to close around it's girth as he slowly and deliberately tugged on the loose skin, pushing more and more of the clear liquid from Justin's slit.
Daniel grabbed my hand and pulled me from my somewhat gawking reverie. I make no apologies. If you had seen those two, you would have stared as well.
Daniel lead me, stumbling a bit as the room came back into focus around me, towards the spot where Ian and Justin continued their play. I could hear Justin's breathing getting faster and faster as Ian tugged on his cock at a quicker clip. Daniel's hands at my shoulders stopped me where I was and soon his face filled my vision as he came to stand directly in front of me.
He pressed his lips to mine and I felt the tip of his tongue probing for entry. I closed my eyes and felt my sense of self dissolve into him, the world fizz and bubble away to nothingness as his kiss dominated me. I barely registered Daniel fidgeting with the clasp on my dress pants, didn't even notice as he deftly undid the buttons on my shirt one by one.
I DID notice when my boxer briefs fell to my ankles and in a swift move that left my head reeling, Daniel's face was suddenly gone and my cock disappeared into his open mouth.
My vision blurred and my arm shot out to steady myself, grabbing onto Ian's trunk like tricep with one hand and pulling Daniel's mouth all the way onto the base of my thick shaft with the other. I felt precum pouring from me, bathing the inside of Daniel's mouth. He drank it down and gazed up at me through his full dark lashes.
Touching Ian pulled his attention away from his prize. He turned to glance at Daniel just in time to watch him slowly pull my thick shaft slowly across his tongue, wet and slick as he moved, flicking the tip of his tongue around my slit as he grasped my cock at the base.
Ian never ceased his jerking on Justin's ridiculously large tool even as he watched Daniel bobbing up and down on my cock. He was nothing if not determined.
He watched as Daniel licked from my heavy balls up the entire length of my shaft. I felt his full lips kiss and press into the the sensitive underside, felt my precum smear over his face. He grabbed my tool at the base and beat my thick cock against his stubble covered cheek with a deep moan.
"Oh god, Ian....I'm..." Justin whispered, his voice breathy and low. His eyes flickered and he seemed like he was struggling to maintain his grip on consciousness.
Daniel held my cock head on his outstretched tongue and gently licked at my slit and stared up and over at the other couple.
Ian made a noise the likes of which defy description.
But in a flash, his entire bulk shifted from behind Justin and he was suddenly kneeling next to Daniel on the linoleum floor, mirroring him, his own mouth open his tongue pushed out towards Justin's cock.
Justin's arm reached out towards me and steadied himself with a firmer than expected grip on my shoulder. Even though Ian held Justin's hips firmly, Justin still wobbled on shaky legs.
I caught our reflection in the mirror in front of us: two skinny, lanky, pale nerds with throbbing cocks, standing in front of two piles of muscles, worshiping at our feet.
Surely, it was a dream.
And to my left, Gordon and Tall Paul watched the two pairs intently....as they reached over to the other and jerked each other's cocks!
I saw Justin's eyes widen when he saw that entire scene arrayed before him. The wide back muscles of our two boys, the panting and the light moaning.
"Fucking hell,..." he squeaked.
And then he made the one mistake (well, not a mistake really) that he needed to avoid to forestall the inevitable.
He looked down.
I watched as Justin's face became nearly rapturous when he saw Ian's big brown eyes gazing back up at his face. Justin looked like those Renaissance paintings where everyone has that strange circle of yellow light behind their head and their skin tones gleam while the rest of the painting is a swirl of dark reds and browns.
Ian was in a similar rapture as he stared past the huge cock head that rested on his pink tongue and into the bright misty green eyes of the man I was sure he was starting to fall for.
Ian didn't flinch as the first wave washed over Justin. I could SEE it travel down his shaft, watch as his cock expanded and grew before my eyes and then exploded a pristine white jet of cum directly at Ian's face.
I held onto Justin's shoulder as he wavered and shook, painting Ian with his load. The bleachy smell of his load triggered me.
Daniel knew...he always knew.
I felt hip lips close just over the tip of my cock as the first stream flew from me, felt it splash into the back of his throat and heard the tiny thankful moan come from him. More and more cum burst from me and I felt it start to fill Daniel's mouth, begin to pool around the tip of my cock. He didn't swallow my seed like he usually did; he let it pool on his tongue, let it sit in his mouth...
I knew what that meant and it only milked more cum from deep inside me. Justin swayed on his feet beside me and he reached forward to grip the sides of Ian's head with his free hand.
I thought I was a big shooter.
Even compared to me, Justin seemed limitless.
Ian swallowed and swallowed again. And Justin kept going.
His low hanging balls jumped up and down, rising a full three inches and then back down as more and more cum painted Ian's mouth and lips, dripped down his tan chin and across his cheeks.
With a shuddering jerk, I felt my final jet leave my cock. Daniel didn't waste a moment. He was on his feet and his lips pressed to mine in a flash. I knew what waited...what he wanted to share with me.
I opened my lips and felt him push his tongue into my mouth, tasted the warmth and sweetness of my own juices on his lips as he shared it with me.
"Kiss me, Ian," Justin commanded, his words reaching my ears but my mind focused on Daniel's tongue swirling with mine in a sea of my hot cum.
I heard a whimper, like someone had stepped on a kitten by accident. In my lip lock with Daniel I could only guess that Ian had enfolded Justin in his thick arms and had just kissed him with a mouth full of his own thick white cum.
When Daniel finally did release me, I saw that I was correct. Justin hung limply in Ian's arms, completely supported in his jock's embrace. His feet dangled like a marionette and Ian held him aloof under his arm pits as he kissed the smaller boy passionately.
Well, if that doesn't do the trick, ain't nothin' gonna do it.
"Don't stop...keep...oh FUCK!"
Two sets of nerd eyes suddenly focused on the only verifiably "straight" boys in the room, Tall Paul and Gordon, just in time to see Paul's arrow straight cock erupt around Gordon's grip.
As the first shot of Paul's super thick cum splattered against the mirror a foot or more in front of him, his grip tightened on Gordon's prick and a second splatter of thinner white goo joined the mirror six inches to the left.
How "straight," can a boy be considered when his cock has just shot its wad through the grip of another dude? I leave that up to you to decide.
Faces slack jawed and eyes on the ceiling both sinewy baseball jocks continued their slow rhythmic tugging on their buddy's erection and milked string after string of white from the other.
They'd obviously done this before. Multiple times. Many MANY multiple times.
The look on Justin's face was one I remembered. Vividly.
There was just something...enhancing...about post-orgasmic bliss in a place so imbued with an indelible sense of unwavering masculinity like a weight room. Justin floated on it. He look like those photos of opium addicts we saw in the history text books. A glassy eyed, slack jawed, gaping grin that seemed to say: "I don't really care if I ever leave the spot where I'm glued at this very moment."
Ah, memories.
It was several minutes before he'd regained any real use of his extremities. Gordon and Paul were well on their way to retrieving their discarded pants and belts. Daniel had succeeded in partially stuffing my deflating cock back into my pants. As his partner was still dazed, Ian had little trouble in removing Justin's ripped underwear and balling the tattered fabric in his fist even while he pulled and prodded the limp limbed nerd back into his pants.
Gordon and Paul stared at the mess they'd left slowly sliding down the glass with their heads slightly cocked to one side, like inquisitive birds.
Then, in perfect synch, they shrugged their shoulders, turned their backs to the mirror and that was that.
Daniel gave a little outburst of a breathy laugh that meant he had been here too many times to argue with the two now graduated boys or fight them on their apathy.
I giggled and kissed my boyfriend, flinging my arms around his neck and pulling him close to me, nose pressed to nose.
"That was a perfect send off, baby. Thanks.," I slurred through my grin and punctuated it with a kiss.
"It was wasn't it?"
"Mmmhmm," I said, nodding and kissing him again. "Except for one part."
"What's that?"
"You didn't get off..." I whispered in my best impression of sultry, which, if I'm being completely was somewhere between sloppy drunk and stroke victim peppered with more than a little late era Mae West.
"That's not going to be a problem," Daniel said. "Lake house remember. I got plans for you, Mr. Valedictorian. Lots and lots of plans."
He kissed me hard on the mouth and squeezed my ass in a firm grip, then swatted my backside a little harder than he had to to be just merely playful.
"Ready to say goodbye, boys?" Daniel said to the room at large, favoring me with a wink as he spoke.
"I can't go to brunch with ya'lls families without undies on!" Justin squealed.
I watched Ian gently stuff the tattered red underwear into his pocket as he buttoned up first his and then Justin's shirt.
"Hush," Ian said in a surprisingly sweet tone, coming from someone of his stature. "No one's gonna notice. Well, almost no one."
He slowly pulled the zipper up on Justin's khakis, locking the monster back in his cage; and as he ended his sentence gave the rather full and obvious tool beneath the thin fabric a gentle squeeze. Justin's eyes widened.
"I'm gonna stand behind you the whole time, then," Justin said, trying his best not to giggle. "Your big ole muscles can hide my big ole muscle."
"Don't make promises you can't keep. We got all night at the lake house, you know."
"Who the fuck knew?" Paul chimed in, "Ian's got moves. Been taking lessons from Daniel, Big Boy?"
Ian shrugged and gave Justin a small smirking grin.
"Maybe no one else was worth the brain power before this?" he said, leaning down to brush a soft kiss across Justin's lips.
"Well, fuck..." Justin whispered to himself when Ian pulled back.
Yep.
That was the final hesitation in Justin snapping like a twig right there.
I was watching what had happened with me and Daniel happen right before my eyes. I wondered if we had been quite so sickeningly saccharin and adorable.
Probably worse.
"Dude, it's like, almost 3:15. I am NOT going to have your Mamma mad at me for being late," Gordon said with a clap of a hand on Daniel's shoulder.
To their credit, none of the Jocks seemed to take a long, backwards glancing "Notebook" style look at the Weight Room as they gathered their discarded graduation robes and headed to the door. There were no emotionally significant sighs or heavy hearted holding back of wispy tears.
That wasn't them.
They had come here, done something, and now that was done and it was time to move on.
I took strength in their surety.
Like Ian with his newfound joy in Justin, I was choosing to look forward and only remember the past for what it was: past. A fond past for the past few weeks. One that had shaped my present and given direction and purpose to my coming path. But nothing to mourn, nothing to hang on to out of fear.
Daniel was enough for my present. And very likely, for my future.
I could go to brunch, to the lake house, to University in another state with that surety planted firmly in my heart, branded on my soul, and ringing like a bell in my mind.
Daniel was enough.
Daniel was here.
Daniel was now.
That's what mattered.