A TEEN JOCK'S HUMILIATION
Copyright 2000 by Calspeed
Chapter 8
Cal pulled his jet black Mustang Cobra up to where the curb should be, in front of Steve and Scotty's house. This part of town had no real curbs or sidewalks. The pavement just kind of stopped, and people didn't really park on the street, they more parked in the yard by the street. Somehow Cal couldn't bring himself to do that. His dad would pass a brick if anyone parked on their lawn.
Things started to fall into place for Cal as he looked at Steve and Scotty's house. An old two- story wood frame house, probably built in the 20's or maybe 30's. Big front porch, but that was about all you could say for it. It needed paint, and a roof. Surely the inside couldn't be as run down as the outside. An old Chevy Impala from the early 70's sat on blocks under a tree on one side of the lawn, and a couple other rusted out hulks sat in the back of the gravel driveway. Steve's faded, well worn black `79 Camaro was half in the driveway, half under a shade tree. "Well, they're here at least. Here goes nothing," Cal muttered to himself. Cal walked past the dead cars and through a picket fence, minus a gate, back past what appeared to be the kitchen door. The paint was even worse back here than out front. Across the backyard, up next to the alley, was an old barn type shed. One time, obviously years ago, it had been white with a green roof. It was the type of structure they'd built back in the 20's to pull their Model As into.
Cal followed the path past a couple of old reject car motors sitting on the ground, a transmission housing or two, and several wheels and tires sitting around the back yard. A door from some ancient Pontiac was leaning against the far fence. The weed lined path led up to a side door in the shed/garage just like Steve had described. Cal started to knock on the door, but then remembered the original instructions. Four p.m. exactly, remove all your clothes, and put on a blindfold, then knock three times, Cal thought. That's what Steve had commanded. Sure enough, on a nail beside the door was a clean shiny black piece of cloth, the blindfold. Next to the nail there was a note with a small pill taped to it. "Take the pill and put on the blindfold" the note read. Okay, here goes nothing, Cal decided, as he began to unbutton his shirt and kick off his shoes. As Cal stripped off his clothes, he felt the cool crisp air of early autumn nip at his skin. He folded his clothes and laid them in an orderly pile on a small wooden bench beside the shed's door. Cal turned and looked around as he got ready to drop his boxers. He noticed a flash of light, like a reflection from a 35mm zoom lens coming from the corner of an upstairs bedroom window at the back of the house. "So Rick's gonna record this little party on film too, huh?" Cal wondered.
Off with the boxers, the cold air making his balls pull up tight and his dick shrink up some. Cal popped the pill in his mouth, swallowed it, then took the black cloth and folded it into a blindfold. He fastened it over his eyes and tied it securely in the back. Cal knocked three sharp times on the shed door. He heard the wooden door creak as it opened. Someone took both his hands and pulled them out in front of him. Cold metal clamped around both wrists. When he heard the sharp `click,' Cal suddenly knew what they were: handcuffs. Cal was pulled inside the shed and heard the door firmly shut, and what sounded like a slide bolt being secured. At least it's to be private, Cal thought, then realized he had no idea who or what was in this shed. Was this to be filmed too?
Ryan came around the corner of Steve and Scotty's house just as the door of the shed closed behind Cal. Ryan was a little out of breath; he had run all the way. Ryan had gone home to wait out Cal's ordeal in the shed. But he started thinking about how nervous and apprehensive Cal had seemed at school. Ryan realized that he really wanted to give Cal a kiss and a hug before it began. But he was too late.
With a sigh Ryan sat down on the bench outside the shed. Nothing to do but wait for it to be over. He could have been inside but he didn't want to see Cal abused any more. Ryan knew that Steve wouldn't allow anything that would permanently mark or injure Cal but Ryan also knew that whatever was happening to Cal was pretty rough.
Ryan was passionately in love with Cal. He had fallen in love at first sight. It happened on Cal's first day at high school after moving to town six months ago. Ryan had been in the cafeteria line reaching for the last chocolate pudding when it was grabbed by the guy immediately behind him. Ryan had turned angrily and then found himself looking into the clear blue eyes of a guy he had never seen before. Ryan felt like he was falling into those eyes. The guy had apologized, introduced himself, and tried to hand the pudding to Ryan. Ryan, in a daze, had refused it.
Scotty had been with Ryan and taken in the whole scene. He hadn't said anything but gave Ryan a knowing grin. Scotty had long ago figured out that Ryan was gay. Ryan didn't think Steve knew how smart Scotty was. Scotty generally lay low around Steve; not a bad policy when Steve could unpredictably turn from loving protector to tormenting older brother from hell without notice.
As he sat there, Ryan could hear loud moans, clearly Cal's, coming from inside the shed. Ryan was still wearing Cal's shirt and khaki pants which he had traded for up the mountain. He hadn't washed them and the lingering smell of Cal was in a way comforting.
Ryan looked down at Cal's clothes neatly piled next to him on the bench. Designer shirt, pants, even underwear. Top quality shoes. Leave it to Cal to dress nicely to his own rape!
Ryan couldn't figure out Steve's attitude towards Cal. At school, he knew Steve had disliked Cal. After the cafeteria line incident, Ryan had tried to talk to Cal a couple of times and been rebuffed, politely but firmly. Ryan had correctly interpreted this as Cal learning from his baseball teammates that Ryan and his friends were socially undesirable. Ryan had then resigned himself to simply watching Cal whenever he could: in the hallways, at school baseball games, whenever. Steve had witnessed a couple of these rebuffs and this, combined with Steve's general distaste for all rich kid jocks, had developed in Steve a strong dislike for Cal. Ryan assumed this accounted for Steve's treatment of Cal on the mountain.
But Ryan could tell that Steve had warmed up considerably to Cal over the last couple of days. Steve had been impressed with how Cal had lived up to his agreements, even when being taken advantage of. And Steve and Cal had actually seemed to be hitting it off with each other on Sunday and at lunch today. Ryan couldn't understand why Steve was carrying on with this punishment in the shed. Steve was tough but he wasn't sadistic. Beating up on a guy just because he could was out of character.
Not that Ryan would ever go against Steve. Ryan and Steve had known each other since kindergarten. They had always been close. Because Steve's father was long gone and Steve often got in trouble with the "stepfathers" trooping through his house, Steve had spent a lot of time with Ryan. Ryan's parents understood and allowed their home to be a haven for Steve. But all that had changed four years ago when Ryan's mother had dropped dead of a cerebral hemorrhage while getting ready for work.
The loss of his mother was pretty rough; Ryan had loved her a lot. But even worse was the change in his father. He had always been a fairly heavy drinker; but after his wife's death, he became an all out alcoholic. He was a mean drunk too, taking a swipe at Ryan if he was near. Ryan learned to stay out of his dad's way as much as possible.
On top of all this Ryan had been trying to come to terms with being gay; not the most popular thing in small town Maine. Ryan, always a quiet kid, had become depressed and withdrawn. His unlikely savior had been Steve.
One day after school when Ryan was fifteen, it had all become too much for him. He had gotten his dad's revolver out and sat at the kitchen table looking at it. He knew it was loaded. Ryan was seriously considering whether to continue in the pain his life had become when Steve had walked in, unannounced as always.
Steve didn't say a word. He walked up to Ryan and gently took the revolver out of his hand and laid it on the table. He then punched Ryan hard in the nose. The chair went over backwards and Ryan's head hit the floor. Restraint had never been part of Steve's repertoire.
After a moment Ryan had stood up, blood pouring from his nose and a bump rising on the back of his head. Steve had looked at him without sympathy. "Wanted to hurt yourself, didn't you? Well, how was it? Didn't help matters, I bet. I doubt killing yourself will help either. You know, you've got bad problems. So do a lot of other people. Get over it." Then Steve walked over to Ryan and hugged him. Steve had whispered in his ear, "if you need help, ask me. I will always be there for you."
And Steve had been. He became Ryan's rock. He was always around, giving support as best he could. With Steve's encouragement, Ryan had started working out and quickly put on enough muscle to discourage his dad from taking any more shots at him. Ryan now lived an uneasy truce with his dad. And Steve had Ryan's undying loyalty. But Ryan had never felt he could tell Steve that he was gay.
Ryan could hear more muffled sounds from inside, including a periodic yelp. Was that the sound of a whip striking flesh? Who was whipping Cal? Steve, Scotty, or maybe one of Scotty's hot skateboarding friends? Ryan figured it was probably Scotty. Scotty had shown a taste for whipping Cal's butt up on the mountain. But that had been with a belt, not a whip. Ryan pictured a whip hitting Cal's strong back. Ryan was surprised to feel his dick start to rise in his pants. Was he getting turned on?
Ryan was very familiar with the inside of the shed. It had been tricked out a few years ago by an uncle of Steve's and Scotty's who had moved in there for a while. He had installed red shag carpeting, mirrors, the whole bit. There were also plenty of hooks still left on the walls from its days as a garage. Ryan pictured Cal standing in the middle of the garage, naked and blindfolded, his body in the form of an X with his arms roped off to ceiling posts and legs tied to the floor. Scotty would be whipping the shit out of Cal while the others watched.
There was now a noticeable bulge in Ryan's khakis. A little shocked at himself for getting aroused, Ryan started to rub it with his right hand. He could hear more yelps. Ryan pictured Cal flinching as each blow landed, twisting his nude body to get away but being restrained by the taut ropes. Scotty's hot teenage body naked and sweating as he lifted the whip again and again. Red welts now rising on Cal's back and hot ass.
Ryan looked around. It was dark now and the yard was pretty private. Ryan unzipped his pants and slipped them to the ground. His seven incher struggled to get out of his green plaid boxers. Ryan raised his hips and pushed them down as well. His uncut dick pointed toward the sky. Ryan began to gently stroke it. Yeah, he thought, Cal is moaning right now. They've probably got him all warmed up with the whipping and are going to fuck his beautiful ass. Scotty is probably loosening up Cal's butt right now. Ryan could almost see Scotty scooping some vaseline into his hand and then spitting into it. Ryan knew that was Scotty's favorite lube. Scotty was probably inserting a finger through Cal's tight hole right now. Pushing just the tip in at first, then up to the first knuckle. Ryan closed his eyes as he visualized the scene. Yeah, now Scotty has his finger plunged all the way up Cal's ass. Ryan moaned a little himself as he stroked his cock with long, slow movements.
Scotty probably had a second finger up Cal's butt by now. Two fingers were stretching that tight asshole that Ryan was getting to know so well. Two fingers were being pushed in, past the first knuckle, past the second, yeah, as far as they could go.
Oh, man, this was hot! Ryan loved Cal but picturing his beautiful body being used like this was a huge turn-on. While his right hand continued its smooth, firm strokes, Ryan's left hand picked Cal's boxers up off the pile of his clothes. Ryan held the crotch up to his nose and inhaled the sweet smell of Cal's sweat.
By now, Scotty would have removed his fingers and, without warning, rammed his hard prick up Cal's hot ass. Ryan had seen Scotty fucking Cal back in the clearing. Scotty had used quick, hard, jackrabbit thrusts. Ryan speeded up his own strokes. He wrapped his dick with Cal's underpants, fisting his meat through the cloth. Ryan groaned as he pictured Scotty hammering Cal's butt, making Cal's insides scream with pleasure and pain at the same time. Scotty's own bubble butt would be tensing and flexing as he pumped Cal's ass.
Oh, god! The thought of his hunky senior boyfriend, still bound and blindfolded, squirming as his ass was being pounded by sophomore cock, was sending Ryan over the edge. Ryan's fist became a blur as he stroked his dick faster and harder.
"Fuck me, man! Fuck me hard! Harder!" Ryan's eyes shot open. THAT WAS CAL'S VOICE! From inside the shed! Ryan lost it. His balls raised and he started to shoot. Stream after stream of thick, hot jizz shot from his dick into Cal's boxers. Ryan kept milking it until he ran dry. Oh, what an orgasm! Ryan felt spent.
The sound of talking came from inside the barn. Ryan pulled himself together with a start. He quickly cleaned himself off with Cal's underwear and then shoved them back into the pile of clothes. Ryan pulled up his own boxers and pants and just barely got them zipped and buckled when the door to the barn swung open. Cal stumbled out, supported by Scotty on one side and Scotty's friend Harley, a cute Hispanic kid, on the other. Cal was naked, with bruises all over his body. There was a little dried blood around his nipples. Ryan realized with surprise that all of Cal's body hair from the neck down was gone.
Ryan immediately felt guilty that he had gotten off on fantasizing about what was happening to Cal inside the barn. It was one thing to fantasize and another to see the actual results. While no one would know about his fantasy, he decided that he would make it up to Cal one way or another.
Cal looked up and saw Ryan. He shook off Scotty and Harley and walked unsteadily towards Ryan. Ryan quickly stepped forward and embraced him. Cal rested his tired body against Ryan. Steve came out of the barn with a big gray blanket which he wrapped around Cal.
"You did good, man. Real good," said Steve. He hesitated and looked at Scotty and Harley. Then he noticed Ryan's presence. "Uh, Ryan, can you take Cal home? He probably shouldn't drive right now."
"He looks like he's been through hell!" said Ryan, a little more loudly than he had intended. Steve looked surprised and Scotty looked a little embarrassed. Ryan picked up Cal's keys from where they were laying on top of Cal's clothes. "We'll go by my place to clean up a little before I take him home," said Ryan, in a calmer voice.
Ryan pulled the blanket around Cal a little more firmly, then swept Cal up into his arms. He carried Cal around to the front of the house and gently lay him into the passenger seat of Cal's Cobra convertible. Ryan hopped into the driver's seat, started up the car and took off.
"Hey macho man, I could have walked. You didn't have to carry me," said Cal. Ryan looked over to see Cal smiling at him.
"Well, you look so beat up. How are you, bud?" said Ryan, the concern clear in his voice.
"Not as bad as I probably look. Don't get me wrong - they roughed me up pretty good. And I'm worn out. But they didn't do anything they didn't think I could take. I'll be okay with some rest. Hell, I got off on most of it!"
"So I should let Steve know you're up for a repeat?"
"God, no!" Then, realizing Ryan was kidding, Cal laughed.
A couple of minutes later, Ryan pulled into the parking area in front of the trailer where he lived with his father. He looked over at Cal and saw his eyes were closed. Ryan got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side. He opened the door and gently picked up Cal. As he carried Cal into the trailer, a sleepy Cal murmured "Hey, I could get used to this."
Ryan grinned. "Don't bother. You're not exactly a lightweight, buddy!"
Ryan knew he would have the trailer to himself since his dad was on the swing shift and would be at work for hours. Ryan took Cal into his bedroom and lay him gently on the narrow bed. Cal's eyes shut again as he drifted off to sleep. Ryan stood there a moment and then realized he was thirsty. He walked into the kitchen and got a couple of beers out of the refrigerator. He opened one, took a gulp and then walked back into his bedroom. He put one beer down for Cal when he woke up. Ryan gazed down at Cal as he sipped the other.
Cal looked damn cute while he slept. His face wasn't what you would call classically handsome. Cal's nose was maybe a touch too big, his mouth just a little crooked. Ryan, with his chiseled features, was probably better looking. But Cal was appealing. He looked fresh and clean and healthy. His face had character and intelligence. When open, his blue eyes had a wistful, soulful look that always made Ryan feel like hugging him. And when Cal smiled, he displayed an unexpected goofy grin that melted Ryan's heart. Right now, a stray lock of Cal's thick, shiny hair had fallen across his forehead. Ryan yearned to brush it back but was afraid he would awaken Cal.
Cal moved slightly and the blanket fell open around him. Ryan took the opportunity to once again observe Cal's naked body. Ryan liked virtually everything about Cal's body. He liked the muscular pecs and the strong biceps and triceps. He liked the six-pack abs. He liked the long, powerful legs. Ryan was interested to see the effect of the shaving. Cal had not had all that much hair above the waist. His pits were shaved now and the treasure trail was gone. But Cal used to have a fair amount of hair lower down, in his crotch and on his legs. These were now completely bare. Ryan decided he rather liked it smooth and hairless. Cal's beautiful, well proportioned dick looked even bigger without any pubic hair. Ryan was wondering how Cal's ass looked with the crack shaven when he realized that Cal had opened his eyes and was quizzically watching Ryan inspect his body.
"Like what you see?" asked Cal.
Ryan blushed. "Uh, I was just looking to make sure you weren't hurt."
"Right!" laughed Cal. "I guess I'd be disappointed if you didn't want to look at my body. You want to view the other side?" With that, Cal rolled over on his stomach.
Ryan took a good look at Cal's muscular back. It was crisscrossed with the marks from earlier. Then he moved his eyes down to Cal's ass.
While Ryan loved pretty much everything about Cal's body, he knew he was obsessed with Cal's ass. It was the best one he'd ever seen. A strong, firm bubble butt. It was still quite red and bruised from the barn. Ryan found it even more inviting now that the crack was clean-shaven. He wondered if Cal would allow him to shave it again after the hair grew back.
Cal rolled over again and slid to the other side of the bed. "Lie down and hold me, please?" asked Cal. Ryan nodded, put down the beer bottle and lay alongside Cal. He reached his arms around Cal's shoulders. Cal laid his head on Ryan's chest. They lay together in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. Ryan picked up Cal's right hand and started to play with it; turning it and gently stroking it.
"Cal, do you think you're gay?" asked Ryan bluntly.
"Uh, I guess I probably am. Probably more bi. Oh, I don't know really. How about you?"
"Oh, I'm gay all right. I've known it forever."
"No interest in girls at all?"
"None," said Ryan firmly.
"Oh," said Cal. There was a moment's silence. "What about Steve?" asked Cal.
"I suppose he's basically straight," said Ryan. "He sure likes girls. But when his dick is hard, any warm hole will do, guy or girl. And his dick is hard pretty much all the time."
"Have you and he ever . . .?"
"We've jerked each other off lots of times. And there was this camping trip once when Steve was drunk and horny and wanted to fuck me. I told him no but he talked me into giving him a blow job instead."
"Who else have you had sex with?"
"Oh, you want the whole sexual history, huh?" said Ryan with a smile. "You'll be disappointed; there isn't much more. Steve has had Scotty giving us blow jobs for years; Scotty doesn't seem to mind. And a girl gave me a hand job in a closet at school once when she lost a bet. That's about it."
"And me, of course," said Cal.
Ryan turned his head and looked squarely in Cal's blue eyes. "No. I had sex with them. You're the only person I have made love to."
Cal leaned over and kissed Ryan gently on the lips. "Yeah, so you call fingerfucking me in the back seat of Steve's car while I had my hands tied behind me `making love'?" Cal grinned.
Ryan blushed again. "You know, I didn't know what to do on that car ride. I was blown away when you just showed up out of nowhere. I didn't know what Steve had in mind. I must say it was great watching you forced to strip, particularly after you had been ignoring me at school."
It was Cal's turn to blush. "Please don't remind me. I was such a jerk. I'm sorry."
"Well, you were a jerk. So it was kind of fun watching you fall into Steve's trap. And I sure enjoyed seeing you naked!"
"Let me try to make up for being so stupid so long," said Cal as he rolled on his side and started to unbutton Ryan's shirt.
"After all that earlier, you're still horny!" said Ryan.
"If it's the right guy, I am," said Cal. He leaned forward so he could whisper in Ryan's ear, "and you're the right guy."
While unbuttoning Ryan's shirt, Cal nuzzled Ryan's neck. He mouthed Ryan's left ear lobe and sucked on it gently. Then, releasing the ear, Cal used his teeth to give Ryan a major hickey on his neck. "There," Cal said with some satisfaction, "that marks you as mine." Cal and Ryan smiled into each other's eyes for a moment. Then Cal reached over and picked up Ryan's half empty beer bottle. Cal straddled Ryan's body and then gently poured a little beer into the valley between Ryan's squarish, well-built pecs. Cal quickly lapped up the beer off Ryan's chest. Ryan enjoyed the contrast between the cool carbonation of the beer and the warm wet touch of Cal's tongue. Putting the bottle back down, Cal moved his mouth to Ryan's right tit. Ryan had large brown nipples which were now standing straight up. Cal flicked the nipple with his tongue a couple of times quickly. Then his tongue gently circled it. Cal started to suck Ryan's tit. Then he pulled at the tip with his teeth. Ryan sucked in his breath as he felt the quick pain. Cal let go of the nipple, allowing it to snap back. Cal then gave Ryan's left tit the same treatment.
This was a new experience for Ryan. Previously, he had taken the lead in sex with Cal. He had been in such lust and so anxious to experience every part of Cal's body that it had not really occurred to him not to. While he had made sure that Cal had thoroughly enjoyed the sex and been fully satisfied, Ryan had definitely been in control. He now found it oddly enjoyable to lie back and let Cal do with him as he pleased.
Cal had started to move his mouth down the center of Ryan's chest. His tongue followed the line of fine hairs which led through Ryan's ripped abs. Every so often, Cal would pull out a hair with his teeth.
When he reached Ryan's waist, Cal stopped to rub Ryan's rapidly growing bulge through the khaki pants.
"I think something big wants out," said Cal. Ryan started to sit up. "No," said Cal. "Allow me."
Cal swung his legs over Ryan onto the floor and stood up. He looked down at Ryan's face with a smile and then turned to walk to the foot of the bed. Ryan took another look at Cal's battered butt before Cal knelt at the foot of the bed and slipped off Ryan's shoes. Then he pulled off Ryan's socks and tossed them aside. Ryan watched them as they fell to the floor.
"So you are a neat freak! I was pretty sure of it," said Cal. "You've got a nude guy about to pleasure you and you're concerned where he threw your socks!"
Ryan blushed. "Um, guilty as charged, sir," he said.
Cal grinned again. He reached up and unbuckled and unzipped Ryan's pants. Ryan raised his hips and Cal pulled them off. Cal folded them carefully, then flung them across the room. "You can hang them up later bud, assuming you can still stand after I'm through with you!"
Ryan was now only wearing his open, unbuttoned shirt and green plaid boxers. Cal got up on all fours on the bed, straddling Ryan. He crawled back up to Ryan's crotch where Ryan's dick was making an appearance through the slit of his boxers. Ryan's seven inches were vertical, pointing straight at the ceiling. A drop of precum was oozing from the slit. Cal leaned down and inhaled the slightly musky smell. He ran his fingernail down the underside of Ryan's cock. Cal then flicked the tip with his tongue, licking up the precum. He used his tongue to circle around the head and under the foreskin for a while, then licked again at the slit. Ryan moaned.
While licking at the slit, Cal grabbed Ryan's foreskin and slid it up and down Ryan's dick. Then Cal took the head into his mouth, sucking gently at first and then harder. Not wanting Ryan to come too quickly, Cal then released Ryan's prick. Cal carefully pulled down Ryan's boxers over the red, throbbing cock and tossed them on the floor.
Cal turned his attention to Ryan's large balls. He took one and then the other gently into his mouth and sucked lightly. Cal looked up and saw Ryan had closed his eyes, an expression of intense pleasure on his face. As Cal continued to suck on Ryan's balls, he ran the fingernail of his right index finger down the ridge leading from Ryan's balls to his ass. Cal slid his hand under Ryan's butt and searched out the puckered hole. As his finger touched it, Ryan's eyes opened in surprise.
"Relax, you'll enjoy this," mumbled Cal, his mouth full of Ryan's left ball.
"Other than your rim job Saturday, no one's ever been there before," said Ryan. "Um, I'm not sure . . ."
Cal dropped Ryan's ball from his mouth. "I'm just going to rub it with my finger. Not much different from when I rimmed you. Okay?"
"Okay," said Ryan. "But be careful."
Cal just grinned and turned his attention back to Ryan's cock. It was angry red, pulsating, and slapping against Ryan's belly. With his right index finger rubbing Ryan's puckered hole, Cal grabbed the base of Ryan's dick with his left hand. He leaned down to swirl his tongue around the crown and then licked the shaft up and down like it was an ice cream cone. Cal savored the taste, the smell, the texture of Ryan's cock. Cal's own dick was hard and throbbing against the bed he was lying on.
Cal decided to try deep-throating Ryan. He leaned forward, lengthening his neck to accommodate Ryan's dick. He buried his nose in Ryan's scratchy pubes. Cal was able to get almost all of the dick into his mouth before he gagged a little and backed off. Ryan moaned and moved his hands down to grab Cal's ears. Ryan started pushing up his hips to piston his dick into Cal's mouth. Ryan's balls were slapping now against Cal's chin. Cal could feel them pulling higher and knew Ryan was getting close. He sucked hard on Ryan's dick while continuing to swirl his tongue around the head. Simultaneously he was vigorously rubbing Ryan's asshole, just the tip of his finger pressing the sphincter for entry. Then Cal used a hint of his teeth on Ryan's dickhead. Ryan groaned, his balls pulled up further and Cal knew Ryan was about to come. Cal quickly jammed his finger up Ryan's tight hole to the first knuckle. Ryan grunted loudly and his body stiffened. Cal dropped Ryan's dick from his mouth but was unable to move his head because of Ryan's hands holding his ears. Ryan bucked his hips as rope after rope of his thick white jism exploded from his cock all over Cal's face.
When he got control of himself again, Ryan looked down to see Cal's nose, cheeks and mouth almost covered with hot cum. A long string of it was hanging from Cal's chin. A wry expression was on Cal's face. Ryan released Cal's ears and started to laugh.
"Oh, you think that's funny, huh?" said Cal. Cal gently removed his finger from Ryan's ass and crawled up the bed. He positioned his face about an inch from Ryan's and let some of the cum drip down onto Ryan's nose. Then he pressed his lips against Ryan's in a passionate kiss, making sure to smear the cum from his face onto Ryan's while he was at it. Cal pressed his tongue inside Ryan's mouth, searched out Ryan's tongue and wrestled with it manfully.
Cal released his lip lock on Ryan and smiled down at him. Ryan smiled back, his face now covered with jiz.
"I like the taste of my cum, you know," said Ryan.
"Shit, that's right," laughed Cal. "Well, you know, I admit it ain't half bad. It's a weird combo of sweet and salty. Might make a good soft drink."
"I think `Cum-Cola' could be a tough sell," said Ryan.
Cal hugged Ryan and rested his body on top of him.
"Seriously, Cal, will you think about something?" asked Ryan, softly.
"What?"
"I'd like you to consider being my boy friend."
"Gee, Ryan, I kinda think we already are boy friends."
"No," said Ryan. "What I mean is a commitment, an exclusive relationship. We reserve ourselves for each other only."
"Well, Steve and Rick still have those pictures of me. I'm going to have to do whatever they say," said Cal.
"I guess you can't do anything about it if you're forced. But I mean voluntary stuff like you did today with Jason and Davy at school."
"Oh, you heard about that," said Cal in a low voice.
"Yeah, Scotty told me. He thought it was funny. And it's okay with me. I don't own you or anything."
"Look, I don't know if I'm ready . . ." said Cal.
"Look, Cal, you're all I want. So it's no big deal for me to be exclusive. I don't want to pressure you though. Just give it some thought. If someday you're ready for it, let me know."
Cal was silent. He felt that Ryan was pressuring him, even if he didn't mean to. Cal was pretty sure he loved Ryan, but he loved sex too. He had only started having sex a couple of days ago and now Ryan wanted him to have a monogamous relationship. It didn't seem fair. Cal was really looking forward to fucking Jason again. And he definitely wanted to sample Davy's cute mouth and ass. Not to mention getting together with Scotty and his hot friends again.
Cal looked directly into Ryan's calm, clear hazel eyes. Cal could see the love shining back at him. Here was maybe the sweetest, best looking guy at school wanting nothing more than to be with him. Cal remembered how Ryan had showed his care and concern for him in Steve's old Camaro up on the mountain when doing so meant taking some risk. Cal sighed and made a decision. I guess love involves sacrifice, thought Cal.
"You're wrong, Ryan," said Cal. "You do own me. I guess you've owned me since you put your arm around me when I was crying in Steve's car. You're everything to me bud. So I guess it's exclusive, Mr. Boyfriend. Do you want rings, tattoos, matching dog collars, what?"
Ryan's face was glowing as he smiled back. "Well, I don't suppose any of those are necessary. As long as it's in our hearts. I'm sorry, I sound like a sap. But I love you, man." Ryan stopped short and looked at Cal. "I didn't mean to say that."
"But did you mean what you said?" questioned Cal.
Ryan was silent. He didn't want to overwhelm Cal. He took a deep breath. "Um, yeah. I love you, Cal."
"Never be afraid to tell me the truth. And, by the way, I love you, too."
Ryan just looked at Cal. He felt like he wanted to cry. Tears of happiness. A couple of days ago, he had been firmly in the closet - afraid to tell anyone he was gay - and yearning from afar for an unapproachable guy. Today, his friends knew he was gay and were okay with it and the unapproachable guy had just announced that he loved him back.
"Cal, I want you to know that everything I have and everything I am belongs to you and only to you," announced Ryan. He pushed Cal off him, then turned over and got on all fours. He presented his virgin butt to Cal. "Including my ass. Please be my first."
"You really want me to?" asked Cal.
"More than anything," said Ryan.
"Hmmm. Well, I think maybe I could oblige."
TO BE CONTINUED
Author's Note: For those of you who are interested in what actually went on inside the shed, Scotty is writing that up since he was in a better position to see what happened. I hope you're enjoying the story. Please let me know what you think. Send your thoughts and comments to calspeed@mailcity.com.
Love, Cal