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Speech and Debate Pt. 01

By: DAMackey



This is my first foray into shorter length erotica. 

What you are about to read is series of short stories, each of them meant to be separate in their own right, but still chronological and involving the same 2-5 characters. 

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Part 1: The Price and General Juiciness of Georgia Peaches.

My 18th birthday was off to a rousing start. Who doesn't want to spend the evening of a momentous day trapped inside an international airpot in Charlotte, North Carolina, waiting for the announcement as to wether the freak snow storm currently pelting the entire East Coast is going to mean you lose your hard-earned spot at the National Speech and Debate Finals in Boston? And to be in the company of eight other nerds, misfits, and outcasts from my highly prestigious private school, overseen by the completely apathetic and obviously furious Spanish teacher, Ms. Gonzales, had made the entire experience thus far, memorable.

I resigned myself to the inevitable waiting, pushed my earbuds further in my ears, all the while hoping the podcasts would drown out the incessant hum of the fluorescent lights, and settled into a very uncomfortable chair to go over my notes on the several possible debate topics. My attention only remained intact for only a moment. My classmates proved to be much more interesting fodder for my distracted thoughts than the pros and cons of "limiting the scope and reach of the fifth amendment to the US Constitution." 

A group of three girls, all sophomores, sat facing each other cross-legged on the grey carpet. The Humorous Interpretation girls, a.k.a theater chicks. I had watched them rehearse, both together and individually over the course of the semester, and still each of their 2 minute "comedy" pieces, usually fell pretty flat. The novel setting of the Charlotte International Airport did nothing to elevate their talents today. 

Across from me, mirroring each other in an almost other-worldly fashion, were the Alexander twins, James and Jonathan. They were Freshmen, newly arrived from the mythical part of campus called, "The Middle School." Their arrival at "The Upper School" had taken little noticeable effect on the pair. They remained at each other's sides, rarely spoke to anyone else, earned near perfect scores in everything they did, ate lunch together, and, true to form, joined the Speech and Debate team in the Duo Interpretation event. Their ten minute repertoire was actually rather impressive. They had had their entire lifetimes to get in synch and it showed in their performances. 

Walking along the floor-to-ceiling windows like a small pride of supremely nervous lions stalking their prey, two well-coifed and serious Juniors, one male and one female, nearly paced holes in the carpet as they studied the papers held in their hands. Every now and again, one or both of them would look up at the ceiling and begin talking to themselves, asking things like, "what is the motivation!? I can't just say something without motivation! It won't be true! Real!" I loved watching the Dramatic Interpretation people. Especially when they were preparing their Shakespeare. Everyone always thinks they will be able to find a new and un-boring way to perform Hamlet or Romeo and Juliet that the judges won't fall asleep a quarter of the way through. At this point, it's all been done. 

That's why I chose Policy Debate. It is simple, to the point, objective, and constantly relevant, and supremely logical. All of which, worked for me.

The wild card of our group was the newest member, Daniel. A senior, like me, he joined the team at the behest of the lacrosse coach, Mr. Whalen, essentially for the extra credit it provided. Apparently, Daniel was not doing well in his English classes, so the rumor went; he needed the credit in order to avoid summer and school after graduation in May. 

Not that I was complaining. Not at all. 

Daniel was a welcome change of pace after three-and-a-half years of the bottom rung of the high school social ladder. It was interesting to observe one of the "gods of the school" up close and personal. To nerds, it was like observing a particularly interesting science experiment, but in your own comfort zone.

Normally, my interaction with the jock set was reserved for the occasional tutoring session or the odd bullying incident here and there. I was decently physically coordinated, as far as that goes for a nerd, so I avoided most of the worst locker room high jinks. But intelligence will always be targeted, even in a private school with a 100% graduation rate and a price tag to match. An academic scholarship student, I did my best to stay out of trouble; for the most part, the jocks obliged. There were others on the speech and debate team who had received far harsher treatment than I.

Daniel had been quiet since we arrived at the airport. He had taken the previous three flight delay announcements with little evident care. His blue and green backpack was stashed between his feet and he had been reading, unmolested, for the past hour. Jane Austen, of all things. I assumed it must have been an assigned reading for some class. 

He was short, only five seven, and compact. While he was solid muscle, (his biceps stretched his black polo shirt rather drastically) he didn't appear bulky. And he seemed much more mature than his 18 years could account for. He had a five o'clock shadow at all times and his arms and legs were covered in thick black hair, not too much, but certainly a tribute to his Sicilian heritage. One of the perks of going to a small private school is you know nearly every minute detail about everyone else's family, including if they were Sicilian. His black hair was cut short but messily styled on the top and his brown eyes were large and intent. In short, he wasn't your every day jock type. 

Or maybe it was just the Jane Austen clouding my judgement.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention please. Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention please." The unidentifiable voice on the intercom carried only a few yards past the ticketing stand, but everyone turned to listen.

"We here at Delta regret to inform you that Flight 354 to Boston International has been cancelled due to inclement weather both here in Charlotte, and at the destination. Please accept our apologies and form and orderly line behind the counter to reschedule and rebook flights and other arrangements. Thank you, and again, we apologize for the inconvenience."

Well, fuck. 

The past five hours of delay had been a waste, and now we weren't even going to make our flight. Which meant there was a distinct chance that we were going to miss the check in time for the team and be disqualified from winning any awards. We would be allowed to compete and perform, but on a feedback level only. We couldn't win or lose points or events. Even if we were deemed the best in the round, the actual winner would be the second place person. 

All because of the goddamned snow. 

Whose idea had it been to schedule an event in the middle of February in Boston?! Haven't people watched the news? Boston is a hell hole in February!

Ms. Gonzales told us to stay put while she figured out what was happening. The bus driver had returned to the school hours ago, so driving home was going to be an issue, even if the roads were navigable. Given the relative infrequency of snow below the Mason-Dixon line and the spotty, at best, record of plowing and salting major highways, automotive travel of any kind seemed unlikely. Most of us lived an hour away or more. A few minutes later she retuned with an envelope and some disappointing news.

"Okay," she began, the exhaustion evident in her voice, "we've been booked on a flight at 7:15 AM. That's the earliest we can get, but that means we will miss the 8:30 check in in Boston. So, I'm sorry folks, but we won't be bringing back any trophies this time around. We have vouchers for five rooms at the Holiday Inn and a van has already taken our luggage there. So, pair up. We will be staying overnight. I've already called the school and they have informed your parents so be ready for a call when you get settled. Everyone up! Come on, we got an early morning!"

The Theater Chicks quickly asked if they could all room together as a threesome and were given permission. The twins were a done deal before the option was available. Since there was an extra room, the Dramatic Interpretation kids each got their own room, which was all for the best considering the pacing and out-loud verbal acting games likely to take place until the wee hours of the morning. Ms. Gonzales wedged into the female actresses room. 

Good luck Ms. Gonzales. 

That left me and Daniel. 

"Looks like that just leaves the two of us," Daniel mumbled.

"Yeah, guess so," I replied nonchalantly. "Must be weird for you to not be picked first, huh?"

I don't know why I said it. Perhaps I was just trying to lighten the mood with a little sarcasm. To my surprise, Daniel shot me a crooked smile.

"A little," he said as he hoisted his backpack onto his shoulders and made his way out of the terminal behind the others. I followed and did my best to ignore the blood pounding in my ears.

The Holiday Inn was exactly like you'd expect a Holiday Inn to be. Unremarkable and ordinary in every way. Daniel retrieved the room key card from Ms. Gonzales and handed me the spare. Considering we would only be here for a grand total of nine hours, I wondered in what circumstance I would actually need an extra key, but I took it from him without comment. 

Everyone mumbled their "goodnights" and "see-you-in-the-morning's" as they slid their key card into the electronic locks and shuffled into their respective rooms, their recently retrieved luggage rolling behind them. 

I followed Daniel into the room and flipped on the lights. The Queen sized beds and large TV were as to be expected. 

"I'm exhausted." Daniel offered to the room, not really aiming his remark at me. "I'll take the bed closest to the window, if that's alright."

"Fine." I couldn't have cared less where either of us slept.

Daniel unzipped his backpack, retrieved a black leather toiletries bag from the large pocket, and headed towards the bathroom door.

"I'm gonna get ready for bed."

"Cool." 

I sat on the bed and crossed my legs in front of me, searched for the remote control and began flipping through the channels. I had to do something while I waited for Daniel to finish in the bathroom so I could do my own nightly routine before sleep.

My mind went blank as I flipped through the nineteen available options. Of course, nothing was interesting, so I settled on the T.V Guide channel and let the constant blue scroll of options lull my mind to quiet. The faucet in the bathroom made quick splashing sounds every now and then. I was thinking of some minute detail of constitutional law when the bathroom light flicked off. The change in ambiance startled me from my reverie.

Daniel entered the room with his toiletries bag in hand, and his black polo shirt slung over one now-bare shoulder. He walked slowly towards his bed, crossing in front of the T.V. I hoped my eyes were not bugging out of their sockets. I never stared so hard at a pointless T.V Guide screen in all of my life. I could have counted the pixels I was concentrating so hard on not looking at him as he crossed the room.

Even in my peripheral vision, Daniel was impressive. His chest was sculpted and mounded out in front of him, covered with well-trimmed black hair like the rest of his body. His nipples were dark, small, and erect. They fit his shorter frame. His chest and shoulders were broad, but not so much that they made him look square or squat. His stomach was taught and flat, with the outline of abdominals evident but not super-defined beneath the olive skin. His body hair made a dark line down their center, connecting to his "happy trail." It was as if his entire body was specifically designed to lead your eyes to his crotch. The slight "V" of his obliques greatly aided the illusion.

He still wore his well fitting jeans, but had removed his belt, which he piled with his polo on the floor. 

"I have to do my routine," he said. "I hope you don't mind."

"Go ahead," I said. "I'm gonna brush my teeth anyways."

I grabbed my carry on from the floor and did my best not to rush to the bathroom and closed the door behind me. The cold water as I washed my face was a welcome relief. When I flicked off the lights and returned to the room, I was unprepared for what I saw.

Daniel was doing crunches at the foot of his bed He made them appear effortless. I must have stopped dead and stared because he halted his workout and looked at me, his arms still locked behind his head.

"You alright?" he asked from below me.

"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine. I'm sorry, I just wasn't expecting that." I did my best to laugh it off.

"I'm mostly done anyway." He lifted himself from the floor and did a small shake to loosen his joints. His chest bounced when he landed and my mind reeled.

I cleared my throat and threw my carry on into a corner.

"Oh shit!" Daniel exclaimed from behind me. "I'm an idiot, I'm so sorry!"

"What?!" I asked, concerned. "What happened?"

"I didn't even think about it. I just came out here shirtless and all that and didn't even think if it would make you uncomfortable. Dude, I... I'm so sorry. I'll get a shirt real fast..."

"What? No, don't be sorry. You can do whatever you want." I offered.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Of course."

"Okay. I didn't want...I mean, I know you're...well, you know,...everyone knows that...It's not like you didn't say it yourself...so it's not gossip, I don't gossip. My mom taught me never to gossip, so I don't, but I mean..."

"Holy shit, are you nervous or something?" I laughed. He was seriously flustered.

I had gotten so used to it by now, I forgot how strange it was for some people. 

"Yes, I'm gay. Doesn't make me all that different."

Daniel relaxed visibly and smiled. He had a beautiful smile.

"Good. " He offered. "I wouldn't want you to think that I was..."

"What? Hitting on me?" I asked. I knew full well that's not what he was trying to say, but still I loved to watch the shock hit his expression. It made me chuckle.

"No! Not that...I mean I wouldn't want you to think that I was, I don't know...making fun of you, or something? Cause I'm not."

"Good. Glad to hear it."

I pulled back the covers, if a piece of what appeared to be flexible patterned cardboard could rightly be called covers. Behind me I heard Daniel do the same.

"Just treat me the way you would anyone else. Any other guy," I said.

"Cool."

To this day, I'm not sure why I did what I did next. Maybe I sensed something from Daniel, maybe it was the hormones of a boy who was 18 for only a few short hours thus far. But I said:

"Not that I don't like what I see." 

My back was too him and I waited for the blow back. Silence mocked me for a few seconds, seconds in which I could hear my heart in my skull and I busied myself with adjusting the limp excuses for pillows on my bed.

"Thanks. I do work at it."

Oh, thank god. 

"That much is obvious." I offered.

I turned and sat on the edge of my bed, facing Daniel and finally brought up the courage to look directly at him. He was even more impressive head on.

"Thanks," he said again.

"I wouldn't mind looking like that." I said as I pointed at him. Daniel busied himself with his own pillows but lifted his eyes to smile at me. "How do you even get that way? I can't imagine."

Daniel's small smile spread into a wide grin. He placed his hands on his hips and straightened to his full height. Before I knew what was happening, first his left pec and then his right flexed and jumped before me. My eyes must have popped because Daniel erupted in a fit of laughter. I felt my face reddening and I dropped my eyes to my knees.

When his laughter subsided, he giggled at me as he said: 

"You don't have a bad body yourself, dude. It wouldn't take too much to turn you into a jock."

I wasn't sure if he was kidding me or if there was kernel of kindness to what he said. What I saw in the mirror every morning was the very definition of average. I was five foot ten, weighed about 155, had little muscle tone, but I wasn't super skinny or even close to chubby. I had a softness to me that spoke of being on the cusp between childhood and adulthood. I shaved every third day. My hair was blonde and of medium length and decently cut and styled. My clothes were normal and average, not name brand but not WalMart either. I had been told that my blue eyes were very pretty, but other than that,I never considered myself anything other than normal, average, and everyday. Especially when compared to someone like Daniel.

"I highly doubt that." I shot back, trying to brush off his possible compliment. 

"No really. You could. You have a good starting point. I could show you, if you want."

"Really?" I allowed myself the small option of hoping that this jock boy was actually offering me a token of friendship and compliment.

"Sure. If you want."

I smiled. I couldn't help it. This was a rarity for my kind.

"Yeah. I'll definitely think about it," I said and bent down to untie my shoes.

I unzipped my suitcase and fished out my flannel pajama bottoms. My hoodie and jacket I piled on the floor with my shoes and stripped off my tee shirt to reveal the black tank top I wore as an undershirt nearly every day. Different one's of course. I'm a nerd, not a slob. 

"Um, can I ask you something?" Daniel's voice caught my attention.

"Shoot." Jesus. That sounded idiotic coming from me. Thankfully, 

Daniel made no comment on it.

"So I, uh, usually I sleep naked," he stammered out.

I raised my eyes to meet him. He had unbuttoned his blue jeans and held them up with one hand. 

"I always have. Even when I was little. Don't know why. Do you mind?"

"No." I blurted out. I hoped I hadn't replied too quickly and betrayed too much interest in the prospect of a naked boy mere feet from me. 

"I have a jock, if you want." He added.

"Do whatever you'd like." I said.

"Cool. Thanks." Daniel bent down and grabbed something from his suitcase and headed towards the bathroom.

When he returned it took all of my earthly strength not to choke on my own tongue. Daniel now wore only a white cotton jockstrap, the kind with the wide elastic belt at the waist. The pouch stretched out nicely in front of him. His thighs were massive and toned and dusted in the same black hair as his chest and arms. 

As he passed my bed, the view of his ass made my mouth go dry. It was high and tight and showed the evidence of years of playing sports. His entire lower body looked ready for heavy lifting, long running, and any number of highly athletic achievements. His skin was deeply tanned, even for the winter, olive complected. If he'd been more than five seven he would have been the definition of tall dark and handsome. His ass cheeks and broad back were the only places I'd seen on his body that lacked any amount of hair. 

Before I could say anything, Daniel threw himself face first onto his bed and crossed his arms under his head as he turned to look in my direction. He chuckled a little bit.

"Well, I'll take that look as a compliment," Daniel offered slyly.

"Um. Yeah." That was literally all I could manage.

"I've always thought I had a nice ass, ya' know." Daniel craned his neck to try and look at his own rear end from his prostrate position. 

"What do you think?"

"What do I think?" I asked, stunned. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah. As a gay dude, what do you think?"

"I think you're ass is...spectacular."

Daniel favored me with a wide smile.

"Thanks. Amy never seems to care for the ass. Never touched it once. Never mentioned it."


Speech and Debate Pt. 01



Ah, the girlfriend. Amy. Amy was a Junior, of the popular variety. She played field hockey and she was a cheerleader for both football AND basketball. She was also, in my opinion, an insufferable idiot of the highest calibre. 

"Well, I can attest, it my official capacity as a gay man," I joked, "that you, Daniel, have a great ass. I would venture to say it is your best feature."

Daniel laughed at this and I smiled without meaning to.

"But you haven't seen all of my features." Daniel said quickly. He turned onto his back, pressed his hips and his package into the air, shuffled his feet under the covers and reached to turn off the light, all in the space of a heartbeat.

As the light clicked and sent the room into darkness, Daniel settled himself into his bed.

"At least, you haven't yet," he continued. "Night."

In the darkness, my jaw rested on my chest. 

"Night." I croaked through a dry throat that had suddenly forgotten how to speak.

It could have been five minutes or five years that passed in the dark silence that night. I can't tell you. Because my mind was mush. I couldn't have focused on anything at that moment if you'd paid me. I tried to make sense of everything that had just happened but kept coming back to the fact that not four feet away from me was a mostly naked boy who knew I was gay, seemed okay with it, and unless I had been imagining things, had hinted at flirting with me. 

Perhaps he was just getting off on torturing the class fag. That had to be it. But, somehow, from the little time I'd spent with him, I just couldn't believe that Daniel would be the kind of guy to play that game. But I had to be certain.

Certainty presented itself after a while. I didn't even try to get to sleep, I just listened as Daniel flipped and tossed and turned in the bed across from me. It was obvious he was having difficulty getting comfortable. His distracted and increasingly frustrated sighs broke the silence at shorter and shorter intervals. Finally, his fists pounded the bed.

"Fuck it." He said determinedly. "I just can't. Dude, sorry. Are you awake?"

"You expected me to sleep through those acrobatics over there?" I quipped.

"Sorry. Listen, don't take this the wrong way, I don't mean anything, but I can't get to sleep unless..." He paused and sighed and continued his thought in a rush, "unless I jerk off or cum."

The words "jerk off or cum" hung in the air. 

What was I supposed to say to that? Say yes, and I appear like I might enjoy his self sexual pleasure in my presence and come off as the typical gay guy after the straight dick. Say no, and be the ass hole who didn't let his roommate sleep. But he made the offer, right? He put this out there.

"Is that okay?" Daniel posited again to the deafening silence.

In the dark, I gathered myself and said, "sure."

The sounds of a boy pleasuring himself are unmistakable and highly erotic. My own cock swelled as I listened to the soft rustle of the blankets and the low long breaths of my companion. I pictured his muscles tensing and relaxing, each in turn, as his rough fingers circled his hairy cock and pumped himself towards release and waiting sleep. 

The sounds began to get wetter as his tool released it's own lubrication.

"Do you have any lotion?" he asked suddenly, low and breathy, his voice almost a whisper.

"What?" I asked, pretending not to hear him and do everything I could to continue to stare at the ceiling and not direct my voice by turning my head towards him.

"Lotion?" he asked again. "Do you have any? It helps and I can finish faster."

Why in god's name did he think I would care if he finished faster? For all I cared, he could marathon this session for hours on end and he would get no complaints from this gay nerd. But I said none of that.

"Sure." I got up and searched blindly beside my bed for my carry on bag. Where had I put it? After some fruitless seconds of searching, it began to dawn on me what was about to happen.

"Uh, I can't find my bag. I...uh. I need to turn on the light," I said to the empty air.

I expected to hear the covers raise to his neck, or perhaps to hear him turn over onto his stomach to cover his erect nakedness. Instead, he reached over and turned on the bed side table lamp, bathing himself and the room in a deep, amber-yellow glow.

Daniel found my eyes and held my gaze for a moment. While he did, his right hand twisted and pulled on his very erect and very visible dick. It was solidly hard with a thick vein running along the underside. It pulsed in his grip and seemed to curve slightly up, arching gently towards his face. His balls we trimmed, as was the rest of him, but they hung between his opened legs and pooled on the bedspread beneath. As he jerked himself and looked at me, he raised an eyebrow.

"Have you ever seen one?" he asked. 

"A penis?" I asked, placidly, attempting to remain calm. "Yes, I've seen my fair share of dicks, thank you very much. But,..."

"Never seen an uncut cock before." Daniel finished my thought.

And that was the truth. Daniel's seven inch prick still had a generous foreskin attached. In the very protestant South, that was a rarity. I had never seen an uncut cock outside of online porn before. I watched as his well defined cock head appeared and disappeared under the silken tanned skin as he tugged. It was effortless, gliding out and in and glistening with his clear pre-cum. Coupled with his ample balls, always a big turn on of mine, his entire package was a near perfect combination of lustful perfection and sexual mystery.

"Only in porn." I said, thankful that my voice didn't crack. 

I don't know where I found the strength, but I tore my gaze from Daniel's show and retrieved a tube of hand lotion from my carry on. Clearing my throat I walked towards the center aisle between our bed and stood near to his knees. I held out the tube in my hand and did my best to avert my eyes to something that must have been extremely fascinating about the wall paper.

"Something more interesting on the wall?" Daniel asked with amusement. He reached forward and grabbed the tube of lotion from me with his left hand.

"Hmm?" I asked, still staring.

"You can look at at it, if you want," he said, "I don't mind."

I slowly slid my gaze from the wall and down the length of his body and finally rested on his cock clenched in his fist. Daniel tensed his abs and flexed his legs a little. I swallowed hard against the rising lump in my throat, not to mention my pants.

"What do you think?"

"I think we have a winner." I said in a trembling falsetto, attempting even now, on the brink of whatever this was, to be humorous. 

Daniel chuckled and stroked his pole.

"You can touch it. I mean, if you've never seen an uncut cock before. It seem polite to offer a gay guy the option to touch a tool of his trade."

He gently shook his meat, as if offering me a bribe. Apparently, my body wanted to take that bribe. My knees melted beneath me and I sank slowly to the edge of his bed. My right hand reached forward as if on strings and reached for his cock.

The electric tingle when you first make contact with another person's skin is addictive. The warmth of him raced through my palms as my fingers closed around his girth, his trimmed rough hair tickling my skin as it brushed his base. The skin slid softly in my grip, smooth and silky to the touch. It seemed if I so much as twitched reflexively, the skin moved over his cock like water in reaction. It was amazing. I watched as his cock head disappeared when I pulled upwards and then gently unrolled his foreskin on the downstroke. I traced his head with my thumb and gently rubbed some of his pre-cum into the soft underside of his shaft. 

Daniel's breath caught in his chest and he tensed. The slow release of breath when I eased back was highly satisfying to my ego.

I continued to slowly jerk Daniel's cock, completely engrossed in the scene before me. His balls lifted gently from the bed when I pulled up and pooled again when I released back down. I was hypnotized by the motion when Daniel's voice shook me.

"Holy fuck, dude!"

My hand sprung from his cock as if burned.

"What? Sorry, did I do something wrong?" I was panicked and instantly terrified. 

I had seen this play out before. I was about to get the shit beat out of me.

"No. No. That's amazing, I mean, Jesus." He pointed with his right hand at my crotch.

The front of my pajama bottoms was tented several inches in front of me, my cock head straining the fabric and dark pool spreading rapidly from my slit.

"That thing is...Jesus, it's gigantic."

I rubbed at my cock and did my best to push it down and to the side in order to cover it with my arm. At least hold it down.

I made a string of nervous mumbles and breaths.

"Take it out."

"What?"

"Come on. It's only fair. You've seen mine. I should be able to see yours."

His logic was sound, I had to admit. Wasn't that exact thing one of the ten commandments all the church ladies talked about? I'm sure it is.

"I thought I was the gay one." I joked. Daniel laughed.

"If that's anything like the covered version," he said intimating my poorly concealed erection, "then it's not gay in the slightest. It's simple human curiosity . Who wouldn't want to see the worlds largest cock, gay or straight, boy or girl?" 

Again, his logic astounded me. Or at least agreed with my hormones. 

I reached beneath my elastic and yanked my pants down below my balls. My cock arched in the yellow light between us. As if on cue, a drop of pre-cum leaked from my dick and made an ever-thinning line as it dropped to the carpet between my feet.

"Oh, my god." Daniel breathed. 

Without warning, his rough fingers grabbed at my cock. The shock of his touch knocked the air from my lungs and my vision blurred for an instant. Daniel didn't seem to notice.

"That has to be damn near ten inches!" he exclaimed.

"Nine-and-three-quarters," I nearly panted as his thumb explored the rim of my now extremely engorged dick.

"And thick as a coke can, too!" He was like a kid in a candy store. 

"Six-and-a-half inches around," I offered.

"Jesus," he said again.

"You can just call me David," I joked pathetically.

Daniel smiled at my attempt.

"I've never seen one so big."

I took his distraction over my cock as an opportunity to redouble my own efforts on his uncut member. I tried to be nonchalant as I began to jerk him again, as if this kind of thing happened to me everyday.

"You've seen a lot of cocks, have you?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"A few. A couple of the guys from the lacrosse team every now and then. And football. Sometimes soccer and Baseball. Sometimes we jerk off together after games and on the road and stuff."

He said it as if he were discussing the price and general juiciness of the peach crop in Georgia last summer. Oh, ya know, a bunch of straight guys who torment anyone perceived to be different from them, including gay kids, whip out their dicks and jerk off together every second Tuesday. No big deal. My world was turned upside down. I always thought and imagined it was true, but to get confirmation was delicious irony and vindication rolled into one. 

Daniel's confession didn't seem to effect him in the slightest. He continued to slowly jerk my cock, sending spasms down my spine as he increased the pressure of his grip.

"And yet, I'm the one getting bullied for being queer?" I asked between spasms, maintaining my grip on his cock and increasing my speed to match his own.

"Trust me, I'll work on that. With them. Promise." 

With his fist around my dick I would have trusted him with anything, but somehow I knew he would remain true to that promise. I hoped so.

"Are you a shooter?" he asked me after a moment. 

He adjusted himself onto one elbow, giving him a wider arc for his jerking. He could twist his wrist now as he drew back, which sent new waves through me.

"Yeah."

"Me too. Every time. I cover my chest."

"That's gotta be messy." I tried to say. I may have actually said it through the haze of pleasure.

"Especially when I play with my hole."

Again, like discussing the weekly coupons at the Bi-Lo. This boy knew how to bury the lead. He should be an undertaker he was so good at it.

"When you what?" I ask, daring him to repeat it, hoping that he would.

"When I play with my ass. Senior on the team showed me a few years ago. You know, right? I mean, it feels...incredible, right?"

Who was I disabuse a young boy who enjoyed ass-play? I was just going to count my blessings. Something about a gift-horse. 

"Yeah, I know. I just didn't know you would know. Glad you approve. With an ass like yours I bet it's a one of a kind experience for all concerned."

Daniel smiled. 

"Do you wanna chat some more or do you wanna cum?" he asked, lightly biting his lower lip.

I answered his question my tightening my grip on his cock. He moaned a little. With my free hand I felt my way up his abs, feeling them tense beneath my fingers. I grabbed at his chest, clenching the heavy muscle in my firm grip. I pinched his nipple and twisted hard. His eyes jerked closed and his body spasmed, pushing his hard cock through my fist as his hips bucked into the air.

"So you like that?" I teased.

He nodded, eyes still closed.

I pinched it again and he reacted in kind. My hand moved to his balls, still bouncing in time to my rhythmic jerking. I cupped them and roll them, feeling their heft in my palm. My finger pressed lightly on his perineum, slowly sliding towards his hole. As I pressed, his legs opened and his knees came up. His hips rotated toward me, inviting me to travel further. His skin was hot and his breath came in shorter pants. I slid my finger between his cheeks and pressed gently on his hole. It was warm and pushed back against my touch with a gentle pulse.

When I made contact, Daniel's head fell to the pillow.

"Oh, fuck yes." He breathed.

I chose that moment, to lean forward and take his cock in my mouth. I felt his skin slide over my tongue as I guided a good four inches of him down my throat. I ran my tongue across his head as I exposed its delicate skin in my mouth. Daniel's fingers immediately wound themselves into my hair and held me. It seemed as if he wanted to keep me there, push me down further onto his cock, and pull me off, all at the same time.

"I...I..." he stuttered.

I gently sucked the pre-cum from his cockhead as I raised myself from his lap.

"Just lay back and shut up, or I'll stop and you can do it on your own, okay?"

My spit had wet his cock generously so I used it to further enhance my jerking as I spoke. He nodded silently. It was a great moment of joy for me to look him in the eyes as I swallowed his rod and watch as they rolled back into his skull.

The more I bobbed on his cock, the deeper I pushed him inside. My hands explored the planes of his chest, the bulges of his biceps and forearms. Soon, I was able to take his entire length, resting comfortably. Each time, I would tense the muscles of my throat, felt as his cock pulsed. 

And for Daniel's part, he was babbling incoherently and grabbing at handfuls of the covers for leverage.

I kissed my way down his cock, lapping at the free-flowing precum he released in an almost constant stream. I took first one and then both of his balls in my mouth. They filled it perfectly. I pulled gently with them still inside and sent Daniel on a stream of high-pitched babbles punctuated by curse words.

As I continued down, Daniel took his cue and raised his knees to his chest. All it had taken was a little deep-throating and one finger and a straight jock was exposing his hole to me. I kissed and pressed firmly on his taint. He knew where I was going next, but I don't think he was prepared.

He tasted clean and masculine. His reaction was quiet but evident and intense. He tenses under my tongue but I continued my assault until he loosed. His hands firmly pushed my head down, coaxing me to go further, deeper. I obliged him.

"Oh, shit. Oh my god, dude. How?" He pushed me down harder, pulled my tongue into him as I darted in and out. 

"Finger me."

To be truthful, in that moment, I didn't want to ask him if he was sure. So I didn't. 

I just pushed my middle finger gently against his hole and wondered as he relaxed. I slid inside him with ease. One knuckle and then two disappeared. Daniel breathed deeply and his cock twitched in the air between us. When he grew accustomed to it, he began to gently thrust his hips towards my hand, slowly riding my finger back and forth.

"Oh, fuck. Another."

I didn't hesitate. I lowered my index finger when he pulled himself off. When he pressed back down, his ass opened over both my fingers. He was so tight but he adjusted quickly. I crooked my fingers upwards, searching for his spot and found it. His dick jumped and his breath left him in a gasp when I pressed. I watched as he slowly returned from the high and pressed his hips more firmly into my hand.

"One more. Please."

A third finger joined my two and pressed inside of him. His eyelids fluttered and his breath was ragged and gasping. I arched all three fingers and adjusted the girth inside him, his hole throbbing and squeezing my digits in time to his rapid heartbeats. 

"Oh shit! Do it again. Again!" He is begging, truly needing me to do as he asks.

I stretch my fingers gently upwards inside of him. In rapid motion I drum all three fingers along his prostate.

I almost didn't have time to catch his load. His huge balls pulled up tight to his body. I dove towards his cock, mouth opened and caught the first jet of his cum on my face and lips. 

My fingers continued to play his prostate in quick jabs as jet after jet of cum hit my throat. I swallowed all I could, but even so, some leaked from the corners of my mouth.

I slid my fingers from inside him and he sank slowly back to the bed. I still held his rigid cock in my mouth. Gathering up the last aftershocks of his orgasm, I swallowed every drop before sucking his cockhead clean and licking any errant cum from his shaft.

Daniel breathed heavily for a minute. I didn't know what to say, if anything, so I waited for him to speak.

"That was incredible."

"Yeah?"

"Seriously. I've never...holy shit, dude. Thanks."

"Welcome." I was sheepish and modest all of a sudden.

"Wow."

"Thanks."

Regaining his energy in a flash, He suddenly vaulted onto his knees beside me. His hands were on my shoulders and under my arms at the same time, dragging and pushing me towards the bed. In a flash, he had me flat on my back on his bed with him squatting on his knees on the mattress beside me. His uncut dick was just beginning to soften and hang between his massive muscular thighs, and his balls were already hanging lower than mere moments before, refilling for another round.

"Now you get to cum." He sounded truly excited at the prospect.

I reached for my dick with my right hand, but Daniel caught me by the wrist and pushed me away. He used his own hand to slowly jerk me.

"You're dick is so big." He whispered. Dirty talk.

"Yeah." I said.

"I want to see you cum. Are you gonna cum for me?" 

I had to hand it to the boy. Even at 18, he was a master at picking up on what I liked. I had always been an auditory learner.

I could feel myself getting closer as he whispered and jerked me with ever faster motions. 

"Shoot your big load. Do you want to cum on me? You want to shoot your load on my chest?"

I could only nod. He somehow pulled me to my knees by my cock and laid down on the bed beneath me. He positioned himself so that I straddled his waist with my knees. He kept his eyes on mine the entire time, my blue eyes and his brown locked as he prepared to take my load.




Speech and Debate Pt. 01



"I want you to cum, dude. Cum on my pecs. Shoot it all over me." 

With his free hand he twisted his nipple and moaned. I nearly lost it.

"I'm...oh shit... I'm" It was coming and Daniel knew it. 

"Fuck dude, shoot your load. Give it to me. Cum for me. Come on me. Fuck, dude. Yeah!"

"Ahhhh."

I unloaded four days worth of spunk into the air. I warned him I was a shooter. The first shot arched high and came down in his hair and across his eyebrow and right eye, partially blinding him. The second shot took him full in the mouth. By the third, he had tilted his head away and the fourth and fifth jets landed on his heaving chest, mixing with the course black hair there.

To my surprise, Daniel opened his mouth and licked his lips, drawing in some of my cum.

"Mmm. I thought you'd taste good." 

He jerked on my cock once more and then playfully patted at my thigh and pushed me off of him. He was so much stronger than me, it didn't take much to topple me over. I was treated to a great view of his beautiful soft cock, surrounded my manly hair and the perfect muscles, and his bubble butt as he journeyed to the bathroom to clean up. The water began to run and I heard him humming to himself distractedly.

Quickly, I wiped my oozing dick on a discarded sock: his or mine, we'll never know. I jumped across the aisle between our beds and quickly covered myself to the neck. The bathroom light shut off and Daniel contentedly walked back towards his rumpled bed with a smile on his face and his beautiful uncut dick swinging in the breeze.

"What are you doing over there?" he asked as he climbed beneath his covers.

"Huh?" 

I heard him, but I wasn't sure what he was driving at.

"Come on, get in here with me. It's a blizzard outside, remember?" 

I certainly didn't recall him being worried about the blizzard conditions in the city before I fingered him and he took my cum in the face. 

"We have a heater." I said, pointing to the metal box near the window.

"I don't like dry heat." Daniel retorted. "And I like to sleep with the window cracked."

"I see."

"Come on." He lay there naked in the yellow light and scooted over, motioning to the open space near the center aisle between our beds.

And then asshole actually flexed. As if that would persuade me. Lucky for him, I was weak from exhaustion and didn't have the energy to fight him on this. I threw back my covers, hopped quickly out of bed and nestled myself into his bed.

The table lamp was switched off quickly and Daniel settled in, only a few inches from my back.

"Thanks." He whispered to me. The warmth of him behind me was comforting. 

"Thank you." I replied. 

I drifted off to sleep in no time. 

Boston was tomorrow. 

The pointless debates were tomorrow. 

Tonight was Daniel. 

What the hell was Daniel?



Speech and Debate Pt. 02



Continental Breakfast

I woke, or to be more accurate, I was awoken, on the morning of my actual birthday by the sound of the chain-tracked hotel curtains being yanked apart. The room lightened to a misty grey, the setting moon bouncing silvery-white light off the snow from the previous evening's blizzard and mixing with the faded yellow street lamps from the street below, still blazing in the pre-dawn. I must have been in a deeply satisfying sleep, despite the communal mattress and cardboard bedspread of the hotel room, because I jerked in surprise and was rudely thrown into consciousness. No gentle and idyllic rise-and-shine accompanied by bird chirping for this birthday boy.

There are those, I've heard the whispered rumors, who enjoy the morning. They call these mythical beings the, "morning-people." I am not one of their number. After my impromptu and unexpected dalliance with Daniel the night before, I was exhausted and drained and I had slept the deeply satisfied sleep of sexual release. This manifested itself in my blonde hair becoming a tangled nest of knots and snags, my eyes crusted in sleep gunk, and my already pathetic excuse for a pillow essentially transformed into a sponge for the copious amounts of drool that had left my mouth a virtual desert wasteland of morning breath. 

"Happy Birthday, nerd," Daniel said from somewhere off to my left. My eyes hadn't yet adjusted to being alive. "You look like shit."

I tried to work some moisture back into my mouth, a move that looked something like trying to eat a half-cup of peanut butter in one go, and rubbed some of the sleep from my eyes. My fingers couldn't even get an inch deep into my hair before the tangles stopped my progress.

"Gee, thanks," I replied wryly. 

I shifted myself a little, propped up on one elbow and actually looked at and saw Daniel for the first time today. Silhouetted in the large window, he stood with the graceful confidence that only comes from a combination of youth and athletic prowess, both of which Daniel possessed in spades. His hands rested easily on his hips, his broad shoulders square, tapering to a slim waist. His uncut cock hung heavily between his massive thighs, substantial balls swinging freely below. He was essentially a marble statue of a Greek god.

"Happy Birthday to me, indeed," I quipped, taking in his nakedness with pleasure. 

He favored me with a half smile and reached down to lazily tug on his dick a bit. 

"I'm glad you approve. Now, get up."

"What do you mean 'get up?' We just went to bed, like five minutes ago. What time is it?"

"4:30," Daniel said, as if that was a timeframe that normal people experienced on a daily basis. 

"In the morning?!" I squawked, "I didn't know they made a 4:30 in the morning."

Daniel chuckled. It was a deep sound, resonant and pleasant and honest. My cock stirred a bit beneath the covers.

"We have to leave in an hour. Boston, remember? Airport?"

"Something about a competition or something." I joked as a I threw the covers over my head like a petulant child, blocking out the dim light.

"Something like that."

Daniel moved to the foot of the bed and yanked the covers from me in one swift motion. The semi-stiff fabric made an odd pile in the corner by the television. I watched his muscles flex as I groaned and flipped over on my stomach and buried my head in my damp pillow, a decision I immediately regretted both because my pillow was already getting disgustingly cold and because my rapidly expanding cock was pressed into the horrendous excuse for a mattress.

"Do we even have to go? We're not even getting points or trophies or anything!" I whined. "Can't we just stay here and just tell everyone we went."

That elicited another chuckle from my temporary roommate. 

"Come on! Get up, lazy ass! I'm going downstairs to get some of that continental breakfast they brag so much about. Get your ass in the shower."

Before he had finished his sentence, I heard myself scream, 

"COFFEE! Get me coffee!"

"Yes, sir," Daniel said with mock deference. "I'll get you coffee when you flip over and get up."

He had me over a barrel with that deal. Get up and get coffee, or stay in bed and get nothing. The metaphor had me thinking of him bending me over an actual barrel, which did absolutely nothing to help deflate my dick, now fully hard and pressed into my stomach beneath me. But the promise of warm liquid caffeine won me over. With a moan of real agony, I flipped over on my back and swung my legs to the scratchy synthetic carpet.

"Aaand there it is," Daniel mocked. "I thought I had imagined it last night, but nope. Just as big in the light of day." He smiled and regarded my covered cock.

"Day? What is this day you speak of? I see no day, sir! Only night time and darkness outside that window. Night time, when normal people slumber."

Daniel walked between the beds, headed directly towards me. My heart jumped a bit as he approached, his beautiful tanned skin glowing a bit in the dimness, that beautiful cock dangling like a lure just a foot away from me. He flipped the bedside lamp on and I groaned again. His strong fingers gripped my shoulders and ran down my arms until he encircled my wrists and tugged me to my feet so I was standing face to face with him. 

"Come on, nerd. Up and at 'em. Breakfast and coffee on the way."

"Ugh, Fine."

"Attaboy," he said. If I wasn't already up, I certainly was further from sleep when he reached between us and playfully grabbed my cock through my PJ bottoms and tented boxer briefs. 

He pushed me in the direction of the bathroom. "Shower. Now."

"What about you?" I asked. "You need to shower too. Who am I kidding? You look ridiculous as is. Why gild a lily?"

"You're sweet. Shower."

Daniel grabbed his discarded jeans from the floor and stepped into them. I watched, my hand frozen on the bathroom door handle, transfixed by his form. The muscles gleamed as he slid the denim up his legs, his delicious cock bounced as he stuffed it into the well-fitted fabric. He noticed me watching, shot me a sly grin and wink and repeated his command.

"Shower."

"Coffee," I replied.

"Shower, THEN coffee," he retorted

"Ugh." I opened the bathroom door and flipped on the fluorescent light. The shock of my reflection in the mirror was all I needed to wake me fully. 

"Jesus!" I shouted to the closed bathroom door, "What the hell happened to me last night? Fuck, I look like death warmed over. And barely warmed over at that. Left over death served mostly cold."

"Shower, nerd!" Daniel shouted back jocularly. I heard the room door close behind him as I turned on the shower and let the warm spray begin to heat the featureless utilitarian room.

The water took little time to reach near scalding temperatures, but I figured the extreme heat would help shake off the morning funk, since we were apparently deciding to call this ungodly hour by the misnomer, "morning." I pulled off my tank top and pajama bottoms. I took a minute to admire my still raging cock in the quickly fogging mirror before my black boxer-briefs joined the rest of my clothing in a haphazard pile. 

The water pressure was surprisingly good. I let the water rain over my skin, kneading out the sore places and knots that had formed while I slept in an unfamiliar bed. It was amazing how many aches and pains you could gin up in roughly three hours of "sleep." 

While the water worked its' magic, my mind raced over the past six hours. I simply couldn't comprehend what had just happened. Was Daniel simply being nice to me because it was my birthday? Did he plan to use what happened last night to make my life a living hell when we got back to school after Winter Break? It would be easy for him. He was a jock and I was a nerd. My word against his doesn't really quantify the power he had over me socially. I was already out at school, but if a rumor that I had tried to seduce or even touch one of the popular crowd began to circulate, I would become a pariah among the pariahs. Even the nerds would disown me, simply to fit in with the social pressure of the rest of the school. 

Or was what happened last night sincere? Could I have gotten that lucky? Daniel had most assuredly been into it. His orgasm alone confirmed that. I just couldn't expel my preconceived (though often gained through my own personal negative experiences) notions of how a jock should and would react when confronted with male homosexuality and a perceived threat to his masculinity. 

The phrase "no homo" comes to mind. Insipid. 

But thus far, Daniel had only displayed the most sincere and honest feelings towards me. No hateful speech, just conscientious and aware and in a word: sweet. That wasn't what was supposed to happen. He should have shut down. Instead, he'd opened his bed and asked me to sleep next to him. Who was this boy?

While my mind pondered these existential and world altering questions, my cock had a mind of its' own. 

Daniel's face as I fingered his hole and pushed him to levels of pleasure he hadn't known existed floated before me. The taste of his cum as I swallowed his essence. His bountiful balls bouncing while his tight hole squeezed my fingers. The way he focused like a laser on my cock. How turned on he was when he coaxed me to cum on his chest. His tongue and the twinkle in his brown eyes when he licked me from his lips. 

'I thought you'd taste good.' That's what he had said when he licked the cum from his face. Which meant he had been thinking about my taste. My confusion and my erection were growing by the second. Luckily, I could take care of one of them.

My grip on my cock was familiar and reassuring. I let the water hit my face and I replayed everything from last night. It wouldn't take me long to cum recalling that, and Daniel had said time was of the essence with a plane to catch.

I didn't hear the shower curtain open and so I nearly jumped out of my skin when Daniel's voice came from directly behind me.

"I knew you had a decent body under those PJ's, nerd," he quipped.

"Daniel! What the fuck, dude?! I locked the door. What the hell are you doing?"

"Nothing a little credit card couldn't fix," he replied with a shit-eating grin. He'd picked the lock. I tried to regain my composure with my back to the spray and my cock pointing at Daniel's naked body like the pirate in the eagle's nest sighting land in the distance. 

"Besides, we have a plane to catch. We need to save all the time we can, right?"

As he had displayed the previous evening, he was a master of logic.

"A shower takes five minutes," I replied.

My debating skills were weak at best in the morning, but I was interested in testing these waters, searching out answers to the questions that plagued me about the mysteriously cool boy standing naked before me. 

"We should conserve water. Global warming," he replied. 

His eyes were traveling up and down my body as if he were creating a workout plan to take me from drab to fab in six short weeks. They lingered on my pole, his pupils widening. He liked what he saw. 

Curiouser and curiouser.

"Touché," I replied and tilted my head back to let the water work some of the tangles from my blonde locks. 

"Don't be a water hog." His hands on my naked hips as he moved me from the spray sent shivers through me despite the heat and steam.

Daniel was beautiful naked. He was damned near unbelievable naked AND wet. 

The water ran in rivulets down his tan skin. With his back to me, I watched it trace the deep outline of his shoulder blades and deltoids. It snaked down his spine, the ridges of his vertebrae making the larger stream split into smaller rivers. It pooled for a moment at the top of his ass, trapped by the muscles there. And it was still the most spectacular ass I'd ever seen. Looking down on him from this close, I marveled at the muscles of his butt, how they clenched and seemed crafted of steel or marble, but jiggled a little when he moved, hinting at softness and suppleness.

He turned when he had thoroughly wet himself and we looked at each other in the rapidly shrinking space.

"So, were you jerkin' off when I came in?" he asked with that crooked smile I was already growing too fond of.

"What business is it of yours?" I shot back.

"Just wondering," he said. "Because it looked like you were jacking off. Nothing to be ashamed of. We all get morning wood."

"It's not even technically morning, asshole," I said with more venom than I'd intended. Daniel didn't seem to notice.

"A.M. Anti Meridian. Technically, it is morning. What you mean is, socially, it isn't morning."

"Fine!" I whined. "You win. No wonder you joined the debate team."

"Well, see if you can follow my logic here, nerd." An intensity began to burn behind his eyes; one that I hadn't seen since he'd first wanted me to touch his dick. "If it isn't morning yet, according to you, then that would mean it is still last night. If we accept that it is still last night, then our little nap was simply like a ten minute break. Break from what, you might ask?"

His hand reached out and grabbed my cock in an underhanded grip. 

I've tried to jerk off a dude standing face to face, and let me tell you, it isn't the easiest position for a handy-j. But Daniel took to it like a duck to water. His wrists snaked and slid up my entire length, twisting as he neared my glans and tightening when he brushed my pelvis. 

His handiwork alone should have had me shooting my load immediately. But he kept his eyes locked on mine as he worked me over and they mesmerized me. His soft brown eyes seemed to be searching my soul, as if he wanted to make sure I was okay with this, and also seeking clues in my expression for how to make the experience better on my end. He was in control but entirely devoted to my pleasure. 

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his voice a little husky, his eyes still locked on mine as he stepped a little closer.

"Ah. See, I knew I could find a fault in your logic somewhere. Why in the world would I want you to stop?" I jested. I was shocked I had the presence of mind for wit with his hands on my cock. To be honest, I was shocked I had the presence of mind for basic human function when he touched me.

I reached forward to return the favor. His uncut tool was semi-hard and inflating rapidly, the loose skin tightening as I pulled, exposing his sensitive head to the water that streamed over his shoulder between us. I loved the way it felt in my hand, the heft of it as it rested in my palm, hot and pulsing with vitality.

"That thing you did last night?" he asked as his eyes fluttered a little under my manipulations.

"Which? You'll have to be more specific."

"To my ass. With your tongue."

"Rimming," I said.

"Is that what it's called? Jesus, that was just beyond anything I'd ever felt. Must be what it feels like when I eat out Amy's pussy."

"Could you do me a favor and not talk about pussy while my cock is in your hand?" I said. "And not on my birthday. At all. Wether my cock is involved or not. Or ever again, really."

Daniel chuckled and my knees buckled a little beneath me. That laugh was starting to get to me.

"Sorry. But it was awesome. No girl has ever made me cum like that. I've never made myself cum like that."

"Well, thanks. I'm glad I could be of service." 

His grip on my cock tightened and slowed. 

"Hand me the body wash and washcloth." He said. He squeezed a small amount on the cloth and then handed it to me.

"Do my back?" he raised his eyebrows at me and smiled. 

"That's simply unfair."

"What?"

"You can't invade my shower time, stand there naked and gorgeous, and then give me permission to touch your back, which, as I'm sure you know is attached to your perfect ass."

"No one ever said life was fair, birthday boy." 

With that he turned his back to me and stretched his broad shoulders, spreading his back even more than usual. He was nearly three inches shorter than me, but he seemed to tower and dominate the shower without even trying. 

Tentatively, I touched the cloth to his skin and began to gently wash him.

"You fingered my hole and swallowed my cum. You don't have to touch me like I'm going to break. I think we've passed that point."

His hand reached behind him and found my free wrist. He tugged on me, hard, until I lurched forward. My chest pressed into his back and he held my hand in his on his hip. My cock was nestled firmly in the crack of his exceptional ass. I nearly exploded.

"Fuck...," Daniel moaned. He leaned his head back against my shoulder. With my hand still in his, he guided me to his cock and eased my grip around it. "That feels incredible."

His hips ground back into my dick.

"I guess that makes me an ass man," he joked. 

He picked up a little speed on his grinding, pressing back more firmly into me, searching for the head, as if his ass was seeking me out of its own accord.

"I guess so," I replied. 

It was my turn to surprise him. Without warning, I sank to my knees behind him, careful not to loosen my grip on his dick in my left hand, and dove between his cheeks with my tongue. 

His body responded instantly. His hands flung to the tiled wall in front of him and he rose onto his toes, pushing his ass back ever further.

"Ohh, shit!" he moaned. 

His legs trembled. With my free right hand, I parted his muscular ass to get a better angle on his puckered opening. Like the rest of him, it was perfect. He must have shaved or trimmed everything because he was smooth.

"Yeah, dude. Eat my ass. FUCK!"

My tongue darted back and forth, lapping at his hole before darting in deep and flicking for all I was worth. A constant moan erupted from Daniel, one hand sliding free from the wall before him, gripping my head, and pressing my tongue deeper into him. His passion was such a turn on that my tongue found extra speed and my left hand began to pump furiously on his prick, his looser skin easily accommodating me.

"Ahhh. Shit, David...don't stop. Oh yes, fuck, you're gonna make me cum."

That was the plan. With a final triple flick of my tongue, I spun Daniel around, his cock bobbing before me, released from my grip for the heartbeat it took me to turn him. Roughly, I pushed his back against the tile and continued my assault on his dick, my free hand kneading his powerful ass.

"Cum for me." I commanded. He growled deep in his chest.

"David,...ohh, I'm..."

The force with which his juice hit my face shocked me, even in my amorous state, but I adjusted quickly. Rope after rope of his thick, white cum landed on my upturned face and splashed across my tongue. I drank it down and reveled in the warmth of him on my skin. He shook and trembled at the release, panting and breathing heavily, his fingers tangled gently in my wet hair.

He placed one long finger under my chin and turned my eyes up to meet his.

"I think I like you like that, covered in my cum. It looks good on you, nerd."

I licked him from my lips and turned my face into the spray to clean myself up as I rose from my crouch. Daniel slid effortlessly behind me. His arms reached around my chest and massaged my muscles. I tried to hold it in, but I sighed high in my throat and let my head fall back onto his strong shoulders. He tweaked both of my nipples and my body pressed into him without thought. His cock, still hard, pressed into my ass, from a lower angle than I had been able to achieve on him. It parted my cheeks and slid over my hole and I shivered, reached behind me and pulled him deeper into me. Slowly, he humped my ass, gliding over my skin and making me burn with ardent desire.

His hands traveled down my chest, over my stomach, and gripped my cock.

"Do you wanna cum, birthday boy?" he whispered in my ear, his hot breath on my wet skin. My cock jumped in his grip. I could only nod and mumble my assent.




Speech and Debate Pt. 02



He pumped my dick slowly at first, in time with his gentle thrusts, but soon he had picked up speed.

"You like it when I jack your big cock? Hmm? Can you feel me at your hole? Such a huge dick. I bet you want to fuck my tight ass right now, don't you?"

I was silent, my tongue glued to the roof of my mouth.

"Don't you, birthday boy?" He demanded an answer.

"Yes," I breathed.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I want to fuck you."

"You want to watch your huge cock disappear inside my tight ass? Want to watch me shake? Feel me convulse over your prick? You want to cum inside me, don't you? Fill me with your hot load?"

Jesus, I don't know where he learned this, but he was masterful. It was as if he knew my fantasies and repeated them back to me, all while his cock probed at my ass and his hands worked my tool.

"Cum for me, David."

My name came from his lips as barely a whisper, just audible over the water and the wet sounds of his jerking my cock. My fingers tingled, and my heart raced and pounded in my ears.

"I want to feel you cum, David."

I nearly lost it, I was so close, his words and movements driving me higher, to that place where vision hazed and time and space floated away into nothingness. His lips were so close to my ear I could feel his breath coming faster and faster, his cock still at my ass, my hips grinding hard against his.

"Let it go." His lips grazed my earlobe and his perfect teeth bit down on my skin ever so lightly.

My cock erupted. I lost count of how many streams I let go, but the wall in front of me looked like a Jackson Pollock painting when my sight finally returned and I could breathe again.

"Daniel...," I tried to speak his name, but it came out in a ragged wheeze. He turned me to face him. He raised one hand between us, showing me a long rope of my sticky whiteness slung between two of his long fingers. Looking me dead in the eye, he placed his fingers in his mouth and sucked me from his skin.

I almost came all over again. He took his time, even opening his mouth to show me my cum on his tongue. 

"Holy shit." That was literally all I could think of.

"I told you, you tasted good." He winked at me, reached behind me to turn off the water and gave me another spectacular view of his ass as he drew back the curtain and stepped from the tub. I was left naked, wet, and rapidly growing cold, with an errant strand of my own cum dripping from my slit. I watched him grab a towel, open the door and return to the bedroom. It took me a moment to regain the ability to move, but soon I had joined him.

"You look good wet and naked," he teased. I didn't bother trying to hide my nudity from him as I dried myself. It took all my attention to not fall over as I watch the towel move over his body, buffing his perfection to a dull luster.

"Thanks. Daniel, I just wanted to...," I began but he cut me off with a wave of his hand.

"Don't think about it," he commanded. "Nothing good can come from thinking about it. Not right now. Not in our state."

He reached into his suitcase and tossed something at me which hit me square in the chest. I caught it awkwardly and held it up to my eyes. It was his white jock strap that he'd worn the night before.

"What's this for?" I asked

"Put it on," he commanded. "Seemed like you really liked it on me, so I thought you'd like to wear it on your birthday. Go ahead."

I positioned the straps at my feet and lifted it to my waist. I had to stretch the pouch over my soft cock and balls, but it held me firmly in place and the cool air on my exposed ass felt new and exciting.

"Jesus. You have no idea how crazy that looks," Daniel said. "I've seen a lot of guys in a lot of locker rooms and no one has ever filled out a jock strap quite like that. What's it like having such a crazy cock?"

I had never thought about it before. At that point in my life, I had only ever been with three other boys. While I had seen my fair share of dick pics online and in magazines, I guess it had never really occurred to me that my own member was anything special. Maybe a little bigger than normal, but nothing to write home about. Or so I'd thought.

"Never really thought about it."

"It's all I'll be able to think about," Daniel said, half to himself.

We dressed in amiable silence and quickly repacked our suitcases. It was almost 5:15.

"What time are we supposed to meet the others downstairs," I asked, grateful that at least one of us had paid attention to the instructions last night.

"5:20. Five minutes. You ready?"

"Where's my promised caffeine boost?"

Daniel went to the dresser and handed me the cardboard cup he had stashed there before joining me in the shower for part two of whatever the hell was happening in my life. Two bananas and two bagels with cream cheese sat on a paper plate.

"Continental is apparently a synonym for 'cheap as shit,'" Daniel joked as he handed me my bagel and banana.

The coffee tasted like acidic river water with just the slightest hint of rancid baby diaper.

"The coffee is on par with that assessment," I said, screwing up my face against the nastiness in my mouth. After having such a delicious appetizer of Daniel's cum, the brown water seemed even more distasteful.

"Alright. Off we go. After you."

Daniel followed behind me as I rolled my suitcase into the hall. I jumped a little when his hand cupped my right ass cheek and squeezed as the door slammed behind us.

"It's kinda hot knowing you're wearing my jock under there. Only one layer of fabric between your ass and the open air."

"Horn dog," I fired back, and grabbed at the bulge in his jeans with equal force. His eyes widened and he gasped a bit, shot me a death glare and walked in front of me towards the elevator.

I couldn't help but hum, "Happy Birthday to me, Happy birthday to me," as I watched his rounded glutes in his perfectly fitted jeans move ahead of me. Daniel tossed back his head and laughed a little, apparently catching my drift, but sending my head spinning with the deep, pleasant sound.

I took heart at the fact that everyone else looked equally as awful as I did as we crammed into the van and made our way back to the airport. We were hustled through security with a quickness, apparently something they do when they have to cancel your original flight, and soon we were all seated in the same terminal we had left only a few hours before. 

Ms. Gonzales looked as if she hadn't slept at all, and I swore that I caught her giving the evil-eye to the female dramatic interpretation chick. Maybe I should have warned her about what the theater people could be like. But she had given me a B+ on a paper a few weeks ago, so I took a little comfort in knowing that she suffered a bit today. Nothing horrible, mind. Just a little payback.

Daniel plopped himself beside me in the synthetic leather airport seats. This surprised me a bit, as I was most accustomed to boys completely ignoring my presence in public after anything sexual. Daniel seemed not to care. He didn't try and hold my hand or anything, but he sat next to me in the fluorescent terminal as we regarded our fellow classmates. We were the eldest of the group so perhaps that bonded us a bit. Or the sex. Six one, half dozen the other.

Daniel leaned his head towards me, pitching his voice so that only I could hear: "I wonder if the twins had as much fun last night as we did."

The coffee I had bought from Starbucks on the way through the terminal to replace the nasty Holiday Inn offering nearly came from my nose!

"What!?" I asked sputtering.

"Oh, come on! They're twins. Identical. Twins. You can't tell me they've never fooled around."

"Gross. I don't want to think about that."

"Suit yourself," Daniel said and settled back into his chair. The silence stretched for a moment. "I wonder if they do it in tandem, like synchronized swimmers."

I couldn't help it. I laughed at that. The image was hilarious. When my giggles calmed and the few eyes who had looked at me during my outburst settled back to their own laps, I said: "You know, for a straight guy, you certainly do like to talk about cocks."

That crooked half smile again.

"Who said I was straight? I never said I was straight. You may have assumed I was straight, but I never said I was."

"You have a girlfriend. Not one hour ago you mentioned eating her pussy."

"You said not to talk about that on your birthday."

"Or ever, thank you very much, but I was making a point."

"And that point is?"

"You have a girlfriend, whose pussy you apparently enjoy eating, though god only knows why. So why wouldn't I assume you're straight?"

"There are other options."

"So you're bi?" I asked. 

I waited for a reply. The seconds ticked by for what seemed like an eternity. Daniel's eyes seemed to focus on the carpet in front of him, though my own gaze was locked on his beautiful face. My heart had raced through our entire conversation, hopeful that I would soon get a response to at least some of the questions that had pestered me since this whole ordeal began.

"I don't know, nerd. I'm 18. I have a girlfriend, whom I've fucked and whose pussy I do indeed enjoy eating." I made a face at that. 

"Sorry dude, but you brought it up so it's fair game." I conceded the point with a shrug. "But, I've never done anything with another guy before last night."

"What about the other jocks?" I asked. "You said..."

"Jerking off in the same room is entirely different than having another dude stick his fingers inside me and make me cum so much I thought I would turn inside out." He kept his voice low, but I noticed, partly because I kept looking at it, that the bulge in his crotch was growing steadily. 

"I've played with my own ass, and any dude who says he hasn't is lying through his fucking teeth, but nothing..." He sighed. His face had flushed a bit.

"It's alright," I offered in way of support.

"Oh, hell yes it is. It's more than alright. Anything that felt like that can't be anything other than alright at the very least. But I don't want...or need...to put a label on it. I'm 18, and I'm exploring."

"Gotcha," I said. I didn't know what else to say. That was the most open and honest response and conversation about human sexuality that I had ever had. He seemed completely free of the bull shit baggage that often comes with being American and discussing sex. To call it refreshing would be an understatement.

"If you explore anymore right now, you're gonna need a new pair of jeans." 

I nodded towards his cock. Since he was free balling I could see the outline of it snake down his right thigh.

"You apparently have that effect on me," he said.

We sat in silence for a bit.

"Exploring?" I finally said. "That's what we are gonna call it? For now?"

He nodded.

"Exploring. And you are more than welcome to explore with me. I may, in fact, insist on it."

My head nearly popped off my shoulders, but I was rescued by the sound of the Delta Flight Attendant over the loudspeaker, still as muffled and garbled as last night.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are now boarding Delta Flight 687 to Boston International. Please form an orderly line behind your boarding group number."

"That's us." Daniel said.

"Where are you sitting?" I asked.

"Next to you."

"How could you know that, you don't know where I'm sitting."

"I asked Ms. Gonzales when I saw her at the breakfast bar this morning. She told me our seats and I told her I would buy her lunch if she let me sit next to you instead of one of the Humorous Interp, chicks. Told her we had to go over your debate points." 

"You sneaky son of a bitch."

"Happy Birthday, Nerd."

We boarded the plane and the smile that spread across my face was unassailable. 

The plane was smaller than most, with two seats to either side of a narrow aisle that I had to nearly turn sideways to shuffle down. Our seats were in the third row from the back and we soon settled in and positioned our carry on luggage underneath us. Our seat belts buckled and our tray tables locked, both Daniel and I sat in silence through the ascent until the captain turned off the fasten your seat belts sign. Daniel was the first to speak.

"Do you think they'll let us compete for points when we get there?" he asked benignly.

"I highly doubt it. It's Nationals and the rules are pretty much set in stone. I doubt they'd make an exception for bad weather."

Daniel rested his head against the seat cushion and pulled his carry on into his lap. He took out his Jane Austen, the very same book I'd seen him reading the night before, found his place and began to read. The minutes ticked by and he hadn't flipped a page. Finally, he sighed and closed the book.

"I can't fucking concentrate, knowing that your massive prick is pressed into my jock, dude." 

His gaze traveled down my body and rested on my crotch. 

"I'm super hard just thinking about it."

He lifted the bag from his lap to give me a spectacular view of his fully hardened cock. A small dark spot was spreading from his head and making itself known.

"Christ." I breathed. "You just came not two hours ago! I remember because you did it on my face. How are you still hard?"

"I can't help it! I'm a horny bastard, and reminding me of what you did to my dick this morning isn't helping matters, nerd."

"Well, go take care of it."

He looked me dead in the eyes. "Only if you come with me."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"This is what you meant by explore?" I chided. "You want to join the mile high club."

"I didn't get you any other present for your Birthday," he said, his hand going to his cock and pulling at it. His fingers darted under his waistband and he moved his prick so that it pointed towards his face, giving me a clear view of his beautiful member in the process, capped by a large drop of clear precum. 

"Follow me in five minutes."

Before I had a chance to respond, he unbuckled his seat belt and made a bee line for the lavatory at the rear of the aircraft. I sat in stunned silence, feeling my prick grow in his cotton jock, the blood pumping in my ears. The minutes ticked by. I counted to 100. Or I tried to. I made it to the low 60's before I gave up and followed Daniel.

The lavatory said occupied, so I knocked twice. The lock slid to the open position and I opened the door and stepped into the tight space, the oblivious flight attendant unaware and engrossed in her ELLE magazine not four feet from me.

Before I could even fully lock the door behind me, Daniel pressed my shoulders to the wall with his hands and forced his lips onto mine. His breath was hot and sweet on my skin and I sank into him, letting his hardness press into my crotch and feeling his tongue probe my mouth. I opened and felt the shock of electricity as he hungrily devoured me. His hands explored my back, kneading my muscles and grabbing my ass. My own arms encircled him and pushed him against the sink, his legs spreading to allow my body closer. He ground into me and felt at the front of my jeans, forcefully groping my hard cock, which was uncomfortably confined by the fabric. Our tongues still wrestled and my hand went to his face, feeling the soft stubble on his skin against my palms as I pulled him close.

After an eternity without breath, I pulled back, his face still in my hands and panted.

"What the hell was that for?" I asked.

"Exploring," he said, breathing equally as hard. "Thoughts?"

"No complaints from me."

I leaned in and kissed him again, fiercely, full of the new passion of exploration and novelty. He tasted amazing and he was insatiable. He pulled me into him as hard as he could. He broke our kiss only to travel down my neck and earlobes, making my world explode into whiteness. He found each spot on my neck and ears that turned me to jello, and he did it without knowledge. Like he had a map of me already built into his head. 

His fingers found the snap to my jeans and he pulled them around my thighs. My cock still strained against the soft cotton of his jockstrap. He groped for my dick and moaned into my neck.

"Shhh." I reprimanded him. 

I quickly undid his jeans and pulled his dick and huge balls from their denim prison. I sat on the toilet and pulled him by his hips in front of me. I kissed his stomach, tasting his sweat and feeling the heat of his skin on my lips. His fingers ran through my hair as I kissed my way down to his dick, first the base and then along his shaft and the thick vein running underneath it. Gently, I took his foreskin in my mouth and sucked him in. I felt it roll across my tongue as I pushed him into my throat, inch by inch.

"Oh shit. David." He whispered it, aware that we had to be quiet or we would be caught in the act with no where to escape and no possible excuse.

In one hand, I played with his magnificent balls and diligently bobbed on his cock with my tongue and throat, using every trick I had heard about or invented since I started sucking dick. His fingers tightened in my hair whenever I found something he liked, like gently nibbling his foreskin, or rapidly flicking his slit and frenulum. My free hand roamed up his taught stomach, feeling the soft hairs there. He placed his hand over mine and laced his fingers through my grip.

I explored his chest and pinched lightly at his nipple. Daniel gently took my hand in his grip, my mouth still engulfing his cock and placed my index and middle fingers in his mouth. His tongue swirled around my digits and wetted them. It wasn't a blow job, but I'd be damned it it didn't feel amazing. Gently he released my fingers and turned my face up to meet his.

"Finger me," he whispered.

I used my newly lubricated fingers to probe his hole. He twitched against me and gasped at the contact. I slipped my index finger in gently and marveled at how tight he was. He convulsed around my finger and I felt his cock throb at the same beat. I worked my finger in and out slowly, causing Daniel to raise onto his toes against the oncoming pleasure. His grip on my hair tightened and verged on painful but I loved every second of it. The taste of his precum was flooding my mouth as he twitched and leaked into me.

My middle finger joined the first and Daniel reacted by shoving my head all the way onto his cock. I wasn't exactly prepared, but in my heightened state, I adjusted quickly and took him to the base without issue. His balls swung against my chin, the manly smell of him all I could smell. He pulled his hips back and thrust in again, fucking my face as my fingers fucked his hole.

"Ahhhh...," he whimpered. 

And it truly was a whimper. His whole body was shaking under my touch. I increased my speed on his hole and arched my fingers forward, searching for that hard ball of nerves that I knew would send him over the edge. When I found it, I had little time to adjust myself before he began spilling his seed down my throat with powerful grunts of pleasure. 

I eased back on his cock, wanting to feel his jets hit my tongue and mouth. He tasted wonderful. For the third time in 12 hours or less, I drank him down completely, and enjoyed it beyond measure. I felt his essence seep into me as I swallowed what I could, felt the remnants of his seed coating my tongue. His hands found the sides of my face and lifted me to my feet.

The kiss he planted on my lips shocked me with its intensity. His tongue ravaged my mouth and drank in the mixed flavors of his own seed and my passion. He must have loved the taste of himself as well because he groaned into my mouth and jerked my exposed dick like he was drumming to beat the band. 

Before I knew what was happening, he sank to his knees before me. He opened his mouth and smiled up at the shocked expression I must have worn painted across my features. Tentatively at first he licked at a drop of precum that leaked from my slit. It made a shiny string in the air between the top of my dick and the tip of his tongue. That seemed to be all the prodding he needed.




Speech and Debate Pt. 02



He opened his mouth and took the head of my dick on his tongue. The heat of his mouth nearly did me in. His tongue swirled over my head and the rim of my cock, flicking quickly. He may have been just exploring, but he was a natural at this. He tried to take as much as he could down his willing throat, but made it about 1/2 way before he stopped and gagged a bit. It didn't deter him.

He kissed and licked my shaft and then sucked in my balls and rolled them in his mouth, moaning as he did. My fingers held on to his dark hair, not because I wanted to push myself deeper into him, but simply because I needed the support to remain standing. My head was swimming in a fog of overwhelming emotion.

"Did you like that?" He whispered from below me.

I nodded.

He kissed my cock head again and I trembled.

"You like seeing a jock boy on his knees in front of your monster dick, hmm?" 

Again, I nodded.

"Are you going to feed me your cock? Gonna make this jock boy swallow your load?"

"For fuck's sake," I groaned, "how did you know I liked this kinda talk? I didn't even know until you opened your mouth!"

"Exploration has its benefits."

He dove back onto my dick and sucked diligently for a minute. He rubbed my dick on his lips. Watching his full mouth pout around the head of my cock as his dark brown eyes stared up into mine was almost too much.

"You're gonna make me cum, Daniel."

"Yeah? You're gonna cum on me? You want me to take your load again?"

"Yeah," I whispered. He jerked my wet cock with twisting motions, stopping now and then to lap and lick it or beat it against his outstretched tongue.

"Give it to me, dude. Give me your cum."

I decided to play his games and turned the tables. 

"Tell me you want it." I demanded. His face was shocked for a moment, but soon his expression melted to a frenzied pleasure.

"I want it."

"What do you want?"

"I want you to cum."

"Tell me you want to taste my load. Tell me how much you love sucking my big nerd cock."

"Oh fuck, I love your big cock. I want it. Please. Give me your cock."

His hand was working his own still hard tool as he crouched before me but he never missed a beat.

"Where do you want it?"

"In my mouth, please, cum in my mouth." His eyes were harried, frenzied, and full of lust. It drove me over the edge.

I placed my cock head on his outstretched tongue and watched as first one and then six more huge jets of cum plastered Daniel's mouth, each one eliciting a moan from him. Before I'd finished, he closed his lips over my head and sucked the remaining sperm from my balls, his tongue and my load mixing on my skin. He swallowed it all, kissed and licked my dick clean and then rose to his feet. Between us, another pile of his own cum was splashed against the grey plastic of the sink. 

"You apparently liked that," I said.

"Yeah, apparently. That was super hot. A dominant nerd. Oxymoronic, but a total turn on."

I smiled at him and lowered my eyes. Even in those days, I really didn't know how to take a compliment. He raised my eyes to meet his and kissed me again. This kiss was not filled with lust or the driving passion of imminent sexual release. It was tender and gentle, sweet almost. He didn't push for entry, but asked for it, and I allowed it. My head spun when he pulled back.

"Why did you do that? I mean, I know it's my birthday, but you didn't have to do that." 

"I wanted to."

I nodded and watched as he stuffed himself back into his jeans and I followed suit.

"Plus, I can't come out of the bathroom covered in your cum. We're at 32,000 feet. I couldn't very well leave any evidence. I mean, besides the stuff on the floor.

He used one shoe to rub in the second mess he'd made in this session. Quickly he leaned in and kissed me again, barely brushing my lips with his.

"Follow in five minutes." He said, " And this time, try and make it an actual five. You got here in under two last time."

"Sorry," I offered. "But can you blame me?"

He smiled at me again, unlocked the door, opened it just enough to let himself out and closed it. I locked it quickly behind him. 

I regarded myself in the dirty little mirror over the tiny plastic sink in the back of this dinky little airplane. My skin was flush, but I couldn't help smile.

I still didn't have all of the answers the questions I'd been asking. But I had a few ideas. 

Daniel had kissed me. 

HE had kissed ME. Not the other way around. He had been the aggressor. That had to mean something. I wasn't sure what, but it had to.

I still had no idea what Daniel was, but I was damned sure ready to explore all the options and find out.



Speech and Debate Pt. 03



Despite the fact that my brain had had little time to float back down to the real world from the craziness of the past 14 hours with Daniel, the debilitating cold of Boston had an instant and sobering effect on me. In the South, the entire city shuts down when there is a projected 1/2 inch of snow in the forecast. The schools close and everyone makes a mad dash to the grocery stores for bread and milk, apparently conned into thinking that the apocalypse has arrived and carbohydrates and calcium would save them from the promised destruction. Hurricanes, we know how to deal with. Frozen water descending from the heavens was just unnatural and an affront to our very way of life. 

Not the case in Boston. When I stepped out of the Boston International Airport into the February air, I suddenly wondered if our plane had be diverted to Alaska without my noticing. I'd spent a good portion of the flight locked in the bathroom with Daniel, so it was entirely possible. Brisk doesn't begin to describe it. The general sexiness of wearing Daniel's jock and our multiple previous excursions faded to nothingness when that first blast of frigid northern air hit my skin and shrunk my once impressive manhood to something resembling the size of a shriveled green bean. It hurt to breathe on the 25 foot journey from the sliding glass doors to the van waiting to drive us to the competition.

I was still in shock when Daniel slid in beside me on the long back seat, the warmth of his thigh pressed into mine but offering little in the way of actual relief. Even his supreme confidence was shaken to a stunned silence, both of our eyes wide with uncertainty and staring straight ahead at the businesslike northerners rushing to and fro outside our vehicular oasis. They seemed unfazed by the blistering cold, even going so far as to taunt us with smiles and loving gazes towards the overcast skies as they hailed cabs and fancy black town cars. It all served to cement in my mind the fact that Yankees were, indeed, insane. Perhaps the Civil War hand't been about slavery or states rights after all, but a simple attempt for a frozen people to migrate en masse to warmer climes. 

Ms. Gonzales seemed to take it the hardest. She hailed from Puerto Rico, so this must have been absolute hell for her. She sat in the passenger seat and stared blankly straight ahead, as if she was rethinking her commitment to chaperoning this trip and seriously contemplating turning around and buying a one way ticket back to Charlotte, leaving a group of mostly under-age kids to fend for themselves in the Great White North.

Somehow, we made it to the sign in for Nationals, the driver twisting and turning through the rabbit warren of brownstone lined streets and traffic circles without the need for GPS or maps. I lost track of our direction in minutes, unable to tell if we were any closer or further away from the airport. He could have just driven us in a circle for all I knew. 

It was almost 10:20 when we finally shuffled up to the check in table, manned by two University volunteers in smart sports coats and snappy ties. They were obviously students at the University hosting the competition and reveled in the fact that they were older and "wiser" than the young ruffians competing over the long weekend. 

Their smug smiles greeted us. They showed Ms. Gonzales an infuriating mock deference, laced with patronizing glee, when she informed them of who our silent and frozen group was and was told we were too late to compete for points but could still be entered for feedback (a fact that Daniel registered with a shrug in my direction.) They hadn't been in college long enough for the teenage acne to clear from their foreheads, but they took delight in delivering the bad news to the kids shivering hopefully before them. 

I was 18 now. Only for a few hours so far, but still. That made me a man. And as a man, I wanted nothing so much as to punch the two squarely in their self-satisfied jaws and show them what Southern justice could be. At least, I would have done so if my fingers hadn't been transformed into useless, numb sticks in my too-thin gloves and completely lost the ability to form into a fist or do anything much more than hang dead at my sides.

"The first round is already underway now," the guy on the left said matter-of-factly. "That should give you about 45 minutes to head to your hotel and check in before the next round starts. If you can get back by 11:30 we can enter your competitors into round two as feedback candidates?"

Ms. Gonzales said something under her breath in Spanish. Though she had given me a B+ on that paper, I understood her utterance to be a curse on the parents and eventual children of both of the young men behind the folding table. 

Good on you, Ms. G! 

I felt a twinge of guilt at having reveled in her sleepless night with the Dramatic Interpretation Chick. But only a twinge. I didn't get B+'s. Not ever.

"Pardon?" the second jack-ass asked after her muttering. "I didn't catch that? Something about shriveled eggs and soft sausages?"

Ms. Gonzales smiled sweetly at them.

"Round two will be just fine," she said in her most gentile southern lilt, peppered with Puerto Rican inflection.

The jack-asses nodded and noted it down on the papers before them and then called us each by name and handed us our schedules for the next two days, typed and filed neatly into blue folders. 

The ride to the hotel was silent, each of us lost in our disappointment and beginning to practice our performances in our minds. We may not have had a chance to win anything, but we could and would do our best despite that fact. 

The hotel was nicer than our accommodations the night before. Going to a swanky private school had its' advantages. Before we could begin to argue over room assignments, a very bedraggled Ms. Gonzales informed us that the rooms would remain the same as the night before. She brooked no discussion on the subject, except to book an extra room for herself. She had learned her lesson, apparently.

Daniel and I stumbled quietly to our room, key cards in hand, letting the warmth of the place finally thaw our limbs a bit. At least the beds were nicer, the bedspreads seemed to be woven of actual fibers found in nature, (shock of all shocks!) and the carpet was something resembling acceptable. Without a word, Daniel left his suitcase in the entry way and shuffled to the far bed, threw himself onto it and awkwardly grabbed the covers around him, forming himself into a cocoon of beige fabric.

"I've never been so cold in my entire life," he mumbled. I could hear his teeth chattering a bit as he said it.

"I hate Boston," I added, still standing frozen in the doorway.

"Get over here," he said miserably, using his head to indicate his general direction but not daring to remove the covers from around him. I put up no argument as I walked to the bed and sat blindly on the edge of it. 

Daniel's arms, still wrapped in the comforter, engulfed me and pulled me backwards into his chest, my wet feet rising from the floor. I squeaked a bit, but I smiled at the contact. His embrace was warm and inviting.

"Daniel," I giggled. "Come on, we don't have time for this. We need to change and get back."

He nuzzled into me, playing the big spoon despite his smaller stature, his face pressed to the back of my neck, his breath sending shivers down my entire body, for once totally unrelated to the cold.

"I know, I know. Just one minute to warm up," he pleaded.

I nodded my acceptance and scooted closer to him, pressing my hips back into his, his arms squeezing me tighter to his broad chest. I could feel his crotch pressed into my ass and my body responded on its own accord, bucking into him. I was warming up rapidly and his growing erection pressing into my backside indicated that he was as well.

I don't know where I found the strength, but after a minute of deepened breathing and dry humping beneath our covers I said:

"Alright. Come on. We don't have time for this. Not now."

Daniel sighed mightily behind me but didn't protest when I disentangled myself from his grasp and stood. He threw back the covers and lay spread eagle in the open air, eyes on the ceiling.

"I guess you're right. But can't blame a guy for trying." 

He rose from the bed and retrieved his suitcase, flinging it to the mattress like a shot putter. In a flash, he had it unzipped and picked out an outfit of grey dress pants, sky blue button-down and dapper tan waistcoat with a bronze silk tie to match. His winter coat and sweater soon made a pile on the floor beside him and I had to stop my own ensemble assemblage to stare at him.

Shirtless and in his tight blue jeans, he was perfection. His broad chest bulged and heaved, the movement of the individual muscles and ligaments hypnotizing me as he busied himself picking out a pair of shiny beige dress shoes and dark brown silk socks. He noticed my pause.

"Reconsidering, birthday boy?" he teased.

"What?" I asked, shaken from my trance. "Oh, yes. Yes, I am."

He chuckled at me and my gaze returned to my own outfit. I picked out my best black dress pants and black shirt. Instead of a traditional tie, I opted for a pocket square in blinding white cotton, with the top button of my shirt to be left open. I liked to buck the traditional trend.

Daniel's jeans hit the floor and once again he was naked before me. His uncut member was still as beautiful as it had been three hours ago when I drank him down like a man dying of thirst. His balls, remarkably, were still full to bursting and swung beneath him as he pulled on his grey pants.

"But we can't, remember?" he teased as he zipped them up and grabbed his button down. "Not now."

"I know, I know." My jeans joined his on the floor and I stood in his jock strap. I reached beneath the elastic with my leaden fingers and began to pull it down to replace it with more appropriate and fully covering undergarments.

"No," Daniel interjected, stopping me when the jock was just inches below my hips. "Keep it on."

"But," I protested.

"Keep it on." His gaze was hungry and his cock jumped in the front of his pants.

"I'm not going to be able to concentrate if I have this on all day."

"So? It's not like we're getting points."

One day, he would need to write a book on sexual logic. He was unparalleled, yet again. My resolve against him melted and I pulled on my black pants over his white jock. 

I had to admit that the feel of the silky fabric on my bare ass cheeks was intoxicating. I had to concentrate on the task at hand to keep from getting fully aroused. Daniel and I dressed in the sexually tense silence until we both looked our best and brightest, for all that it would matter.

"Are you ready to head back out into that disaster?" he asked, a hint of trepidation at the prospect seeping in his tone.

"I am if you are."

I headed for the door and had my hand on the handle when his grip on my shoulder stopped me and spun me around, my vision blurring. My back thumped loudly against the wood of the door as he pushed hard into me, his free hand grabbing my cock in a vice grip through my pants, driving all thought and breath from my body. His lips pressed into mine with a vengeance and his tongue probed my mouth. For a few delirious moments I melted into his attack, letting his passion and power control me, body and soul. 

"Good luck, nerd," He whispered into my ear, giving my cock a final squeeze before he opened the door and waited for me to follow him into the hall. 

The second round of the competition passed me by in a blur. I'm not exactly sure what I said to rebut any of the points my drastically underprepared midwestern opponent half-heartedly lobbed in my direction, but it must have been adequate. I won the round. 

Or at least, I would have won the round if I had been getting points. Since I wasn't, my opponent took the points and progressed to the next level. I could see the defeat in his face, though he still took the meager points he'd won and sheepishly left the room without congratulations or the common decency to shake my hand despite his loss.

Normally, I would have been irked at the fact that the better orator hadn't truly won, as sportsmanship would dictate, but my mind was elsewhere. Daniel still occupied my every thought, the finer points of Constitutional law and practice coming to mind simply by wrote muscle memory and intellectual reflex. I guess I should have been thankful that my opponents possessed blindingly inferior debate skills and I didn't really need to exert myself too much to come out victorious, for all.

The third round found me pitted against a sophomore girl from West Virginia, and the topic handed down was the embarrassingly easy, "should the first amendment apply to hate speech?" I could argue this in my sleep. As a gay guy in the South, I could fashion not only the logical and legal arguments, but appeal to the pathos of the matter with personal accounts of how hate speech had touched my own life, but how the right of the person saying it was something I would defend to the death. No one can beat a self-sacrificing suffering hero, well armed with anecdotes as well as facts and figures.

Just as I was finishing my opening statements and preparing to take short hand notes on my opponent's surely-weak points, my eyes scanned the nearly empty auditorium. Though the lights effectively barred me from seeing faces clearly, I instantly knew the silhouette that blocked the double doors at the back. Daniel stood in the rear of the theater, his dapper form clean and crisp against the afternoon sunlight streaming in behind him.

What the hell was he doing here?! 

I felt my self control seeping from my bones and my knees wobbled beneath me. My fingers gripped my podium, silently giving thanks that a few hours inside had returned some strength to their former frigid uselessness. It was all I could do to stand there. Miss West Virginia droned on to my right and I heard approximately 5% of the words that escaped her mouth. My eyes stayed locked on Daniel as he made his way to an empty seat two rows behind the three judges who seemed as uninterested in her argument as I had recently found myself. In the light blinding gloom, I tried to look away from his face but I could feel his eyes on me, feel him smirking at my obvious discomfort and shakiness. 

He was doing this on purpose. He KNEW the effect he had on me and he had decided to tease me. It spoke to my hormone level and general weakness for a well-muscled hyper-sexual jock that all it took was his mere presence in my line of sight to turn me into useless goo.

"Affirmative?" a voice called from the darkness.

I stared at Daniel, still stunned.

"Affirmative?" the voice repeated.

"Huh?" I asked, realizing that the voice was speaking to me.

"Your rebuttal?"

"Oh...um, sorry. I...um...yeah...Affirmative, that's me. Right? So...um."

Oh, for fuck's sake. My mind was a blank. 

The next ten minutes where probably the most embarrassing of my young life to that point. Thankfully, I don't remember much of the drivel that spewed from my mouth. Only the vague sense of superiority and imminent victory that grew in Miss West Virginia as each point I attempted to make fell flat and she evicerated me like I was a small kitten to her rabid wolf. It was a bloodbath. At some point I gave up and just kept my answers to grunts and the occasional, "no comment, I concede the point." (What the hell was that?) Thankfully, after I conceded my defeat, the end came quickly with Miss West Virginia winning the round with ease.

I wiped the sweat from my brow and headed into the auditorium with my notecards in hand, holding my tattered pride and what was left of my personal dignity together with everything I had.

"Wow. That was...," Daniel said as he approached.

"Shut it," I snapped. 

Daniel smiled at me and any real anger I had towards him evaporated like water on a hot skillet.

"That was a disaster. Are you sure you should even be at Nationals?" 

He taunted me with that crooked smile, standing there in his perfect suit, looking like a super hero figurine. 

"That was all your fault, you know?"

"Oh?" Daniel mocked. "And how do you figure that?"

"You distracted me!" I shouted in a harsh whisper.

"I didn't do anything but come to lend you some friendly support, nerd."

"Bullshit! How would you like it if I came and watched your Original Oratory round? Hmm?" 

The idea of returning his sneaky little trick back to him began to take shape in my mind. I made a note to check his schedule.

"Feel free. Cause, see, I'm prepared for my rounds. Unlike some of us..." He winked at me.

I threw up my hands and collected my bag and coat from the back of the chair I had thrown them on before the round began and punched him in the arm. I could have been a gnat on an elephant for all the apparent effect it had on him. He just laughed at me, amused.

"You're an asshole." I said with every scrap of sass I could muster, which was admittedly very little. 

"You're cute when you're pissed."

My already fractured brain broke into a million pieces. Why was he toying with me? What the hell was his game here? 

Even the most logical of minds, the most intelligent of men, when faced with the unknowable and unforeseen that the universe throws into your path, must abandon their control and concede mastery of themselves to their baser human instincts. Daniel's voice complimenting me reduced me to a ball of contradicting emotions, my logical mind pushed to a mere nagging muffled voice in the back of my head. 

"Thanks," I whispered and turn to look at him. Our eyes met for a bit. His expression was unreadable. Pleasant and open, but a mystery to me. What lay behind those soft brown pools? What thoughts raced in his mind? How was he so sure and calm when I was like a rowboat tossed about in a monsoon with no land in sight? 

Damn it, why was he so beautiful?

"When's your next round?" he asked, as if nothing had happened.

"4:30," I said. "It's my last one for the day, though at this point I'm wondering what the point would be to even show up after that debauchery you just witnessed."

Daniel chuckled again.

"Good luck, nerd. You'll do fine. I have a few errands to run, but I'll see you back in the room at 6:00?"

He gathered his belongings and looked towards the end of the row, which I was blocking.

"Yeah, I'll see you at 6:00." 

I turned my body sideways to give him room to scoot by me. He took the opportunity to brush the back of his hand against my crotch, making me gasp and jump. 

Without looking back, so sure of his effect on me, he called to the open room: "Happy Birthday, nerd. See you at 6:00," and exited the auditorium.

The final round for the day ended in my pointless victory and the points that should have been mine going instead to an overly animated guy from Georgia. I forgot all of my breeding and rushed from the theater without shaking his hand, (though it would have been difficult to do so, given his fists pumping in the air over his hollow win). I threw on my coat and didn't even notice the crippling cold as I walked quickly back towards the hotel.

I busied myself for a while by pacing the empty room, back and forth, turning on the TV to a mundane talking-heads media broadcast as I attempted to make sense of what had become of my life.

I was nervous. Not the kind of nerves one gets before a big test or while waiting for a college acceptance letter. But the kind that shook the pillars on which I had built my life. This was different. I was so sure of myself only a few hours ago. I was smart and well-mannered and I had found a rhythm that suited me well enough. My budding sexuality was something with which I didn't wrestle, but also paid little attention. The few boys I had dated since realizing I was gay had been like minor distractions, things that I needed to do to move on to the next step. The majority of them (meaning two of the three) had been relationships of convenience and proximity. When you are the only other gay person in a small group for one extracurricular or another, it seemed only logical that you should "date," irrespective of actual attraction or romantic feeling. I had blindly wandered into those "relationships" with no real commitment or sense of emotion until the unequal nature of them had become so apparent that neither of us saw any reason to continue. I had made out with and had sex with them as if it was something written on my to-do list. 




Speech and Debate Pt. 03



Never had their lips caused me to quiver inside. Not one of them had made my heart beat faster in my chest by their very presence. Even now, alone in the hotel room, my nerves were on edge wondering when the door would open and Daniel would enter. My mind played out the various ways in which he would greet me, still lingering on what I thought he should be doing, how he should be treating the socially inferior nerd he was forced to room with. No one I had dated had ever come close to that.

But Daniel and I were not dating. No. That much was clear. We were exploring. HE was exploring. That is what he was calling it and I had to remember that. 

But try telling your mind to define something that was undefinable. It doesn't work. 

I idly wondered if this feeling was the one I'd heard so much about in the bodice-rippers my mother liked to read on our summer beach vacations. I certainly didn't relish the idea of being in a comparable state to the often powerless and agentless women of those novels, but there I was.

How would this play out when we got back to school? Daniel wasn't even sure he was bi, much less gay. And I wasn't at all sure I would even want to be in a relationship with him. Not publicly. I realized that part of what made this, whatever it was, so intoxicating, was the clandestine nature of it all. What we were doing was secret, hidden. That added a layer of intrigue and mystery that I hadn't ever expected to find arousing. 

I was secure and comfortable in the non-popular crowd. I knew my place and how to act in it. High School would be over in four months. I didn't want to change the world order now, not so close to the end of this particular journey.

All of these thoughts bounced in my head, competing for dominance and finding no answers. When the door opened a little before six PM to admit a smiling Daniel, I was still pacing the floor.

"How was your last round?" He asked plainly, removing his suit jacket and tossing it to the most unrummpled of the two beds.

"Fine. I guess." I said without really hearing myself. My eyes wandered his muscled arms and chest, traveled to his waist and lingered on his strong thighs underneath the grey dress pants.

"Well, did you win?" His tie joined his suit jacket and his waistcoat soon followed. 

"Yeah. For what it's worth."

"Spoil sport. Celebrate your victories!" 

The top buttons of his dress shirt were unbuttoned, revealing his olive-skinned chest and masculine black body hair, swirling over the planes of his muscles. My mouth was suddenly very dry.

"Hello? Earth to David?" he said with a jocular vibe. His shirt hung open now, his flat stomach and hip bones exposed, pointing the way to his manhood like a map I was destined to follow.

I tried to shake myself from my daydreams of licking every inch of his exposed skin. He approached me and, though he was shorter and I had to look down to meet his gaze, his fingers on the buttons of my black shirt immediately made me feel smaller and vulnerable.

"Get changed," he said in a breathy voice as he untucked my shirt and finished unbuttoning it. His strong fingers traced my ribs and my body went numb. "I'm taking you to dinner."

He turned from me and headed towards the bathroom door.

"Wear my jock. I'm going to wash up. Be ready when I get out."

That wasn't a question. I was normally very proud of my independent nature, but I found myself smiling and humming as I followed his orders. And orders they had been. 

Daniel was taking me...ME...to dinner.

I dressed in a daze and bundled up against the coming cold. I'm sure we must have talked on the elevator ride down to the lobby and out onto the bustling streets of Boston, but for the life of me, I can't recall the conversation. I was too preoccupied with the sound of my own blood pumping in my ears, and that little voice in my head raging against the illogical nature of what was about to happen.

Daniel positioned himself by my side as we walked down the street, deftly avoiding piles of dirty slushy snow and uneven bricks as if we'd been doing it our entire lives. Our hands remained in our pockets as protection against the very probable dangers of frostbite, but I couldn't seem to shake the desire to remove them from their hiding place and wind my arm around Daniel's. But that would have been too intimate. And anyone could have seen us. We were left mostly to our own devices for dinner, but Ms. Gonzales or any of the other students could have been in one of the many cafes and coffee shops we wandered past.

"What are you in the mood for?" Daniel asked, turning those brown eyes on me.

"I don't care," I said, truly happy just to be walking with him in the briskness, our breath making small clouds before us as we meandered the various obstacles. "You pick."

"It's your Birthday. You should pick the restaurant." 

It may have been wishful thinking or projection on my part, but I could swear there was an edge of nervousness to his voice that I hadn't heard before. Or at least, hadn't noticed. The slight waver of panic that made his voice raise in pitch just a bit, like when you sit in the seat waiting for the roller coaster to crest the first big hill and speed you through its course. Adrenaline building to a joyful climax.

"I like Italian," I said. It was true, but it was also my pathetic attempt to insert some possibly undeserved romanticism into what most likely was a platonic dinner. All the movies portrayed romantic dinner as being candle lit ordeals, almost always finished over dessert and red wine. Think: "Lady and the Tramp." 

"Italian it is."

We passed three restaurants that boasted Italian or Italian-inspired menus posted on the walls near their entrances, but Daniel walked past them quickly without stopping. At the fourth, a small hole-in-the-wall place of exposed brick and rustic charm, as the newspaper critics would undoubtedly say, he opened the heavy glass door and held it open for me.

We were seated at a small table near the back, the college-aged hostess smiling warmly as she handed us our menus.

"You boys enjoy your dinner."

"It's his birthday," Daniel said as she prepared to leave.

The hostess patted my shoulder and offered me a genuine, "Happy Birthday, sweetheart," as she left. As she returned to her post, I heard her whisper, "So friggin' cute," under her breath.

"I think she thinks this is a date." I said, immediately regretting the decision to open my mouth, as was often the case for me.

"And?" Daniel said, looking at me over the cloth-lined table and smiling. Candlelight did nothing to reduce the effect that smile had on me. Just the opposite. I didn't think he could be any more beautiful than he already was, but put a Sicilian boy in a candle lit Italian restaurant and you increase his general attractiveness quotient by a power of ten. 

"Just saying," I offered, low and breathy, terrified to speak above a whisper for fear my resolve and my voice would both crack.

We ordered and were soon chatting amiably about life and school and our future college plans. Daniel had gotten into the State university, and I was still deciding between two Ivy League options, my mom and grandfather's alma mater, and a prestigious arts conservatory. The conversation flowed easily and in minutes, all of my fears and trepidation were washed away and I relaxed into the banquette. I was stunned at how well we got on, how simply things seemed to work between us.

In the middle of a story about my very angst ridden little sister and her current penchant for Sylvia Plath and stealing my oversized button downs and sweaters, I choked on my Diet Coke when I felt Daniel's foot travel up my leg under the table. He had removed his shoe and his sock-lined foot traced a slow path over my calf and knee.

He didn't say anything and I couldn't. His foot pressed into my thigh and slowly inched towards my crotch until he found his mark. He pressed firmly and giggled a bit when my eyebrows shot up.

My cock responded immediately, making my jeans uncomfortable in moments, but his foot and toes were just as agile as his hands and fingers. He traced my length and we stared in silence over the flickering orange light, my eyes searching his for answers and finding only a mixture of teenaged mischief and glee.

"Do you boys want to box this up and take it with you?" our waiter asked, startling me. I hadn't heard him approach. Truth be told, I hadn't heard anything since Daniel's foot began his journey of exploration.

"Sure." Daniel said, not looking at him, still staring into my eyes, daring me to make some sort of indication of what he was doing to me beneath the tablecloth. To give away our little game.

Our dishes were cleared and doggy bags brought back to us in short order.

"You are so mean," I said, teasing him, but not entirely untruthful.

"We had to pass three other Italian places before I found one with tablecloths, so I could do this," he said, his foot still kneading my dick. 

I suppressed my moan and did everything I could to stop my eyelids from fluttering. All I really wanted was to melt into the seat. Or dive under the table and suck his cock right there in front of the other diners. Whichever I could do first.

"You sneaky little...," his foot pressed harder, stopping my insult.

"Come on. Let's head back." 

In a flash, his foot was gone from between my legs and he stood. How he got his shoe back on so quickly, I'll never understand, but there is much about Daniel that will always remain a mystery to me. I took a little solace in seeing that I wasn't the only one who had to hold his doggy bag over his lap to cover his obvious arousal. At least both of us were slightly uncomfortable, though Daniel showed no sign of it, walking out of the restaurant after paying for our meals with his normal confident swagger.

As we walked back towards the hotel, past the same restaurants and cafes Daniel had apparently decided against on purpose, my cock slowly began to deflate.

"I'm going to get you for that little trick when we get back."

He laughed, his head falling back, a full throated sound that sent me into a nose dive of shivers and anticipation.

"Promise?" he joked and elbowed me in the ribs.

"You can bet on it."

"I'm going to hold you to that."

The scene was set. My softening cock hardened again knowing that something, not sure what, was going to happen when we returned to the room. Both of us quickened our pace a bit, though neither of us would have admitted to the fact under torture. 

When he pressed the button for the floor that would lead to our room, he stared straight at the shiny metal doors and said: "I have a surprise for you when we get back."

He'd already surprised me more than I thought I could handle; from the first exploit the night before to the airplane bathroom and kiss and, finally, at dinner with his game of footsie. What else could he possibly do that could shock me further?

"Oh?" I asked.

"Mmhmm." 

He rocked back and forth on his heels like a child waiting to be allowed downstairs on Christmas morning. The elevator doors opened. This time, neither of us made any attempt at walking at a pace that could be called dignified. We didn't run, per se, but it was a close call.

Daniel entered first, his coat making a pile on the floor before I had even fully entered. His sweater and undershirt followed in rapid succession. He seemed in a great hurry to remove his clothes, as if he felt suddenly restricted by them. I was only two paces behind him when he whirled and turned on me with a speed I hadn't expected. One moment, I was staring at the rippled muscles of his back, and the next his eyes were before me and his hands gripped my shoulders.

I swear that both of my feet left the ground. He physically threw me onto the bed with such force that I bounced, my breath leaving my lungs, my eyes still attempting to adjust and having difficulty. I may have hit the ceiling for all I know had Daniel not jumped onto me and pinned me down before I had the chance. His speed was stunning. He had my wrists in a tight grip and wrenched them above my head, trapping them to the headboard, his hips pressed unyieldingly into me, holding me down.

My heart raced and my breath came in short gasps. My head reeled and I couldn't wrap my mind around what was happening to me. His mouth on mine finished any hopes I'd had for rescue. Soft and firm at the same time, they pressed into me and I gave way. His tongue wrestled mine, my legs opened and he ground himself into me with me a lust I had never experienced before. I was vulnerable to him, to anything he wanted to do to me. My hands were trapped in his, my soft parts exposed to him, but the hardness of his body protected me, sheltered me, and moved against mine as if to say, "you're safe, let go. I've got you."

When our lips parted and he traveled down my neck with soft kisses mixed with firmer bites, I moaned and raised my hips a bit so I could feel his hardness press into my ass through our pants. 

"Oh fuck, Daniel...," I was lucky to get those meager words out.

As quickly as he'd begun, he sprung back from me, my arms suddenly released and my torso free from the much loved pressure of his body. He knelt between my legs, his cock clearly outlined in his jeans and jumping with his heart beat. I wanted to reach forward and grab it, remove the barrier that separated me from his nakedness.

"You ready for my surprise?" he asked, his hands on my knees and traveling slowly towards my hips, pressing firmly, squeezing my thighs in his grip.

"But wait? There's more?" I intoned in my best infomercial voice.

He smiled and leaned forward to brush a kiss as soft as the breath of spring against my lips before athletically springing from the bed and heading towards the dresser. Not that I didn't appreciate the view of his bubble butt in his jeans and the line of his back expanding into wide shoulders, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss him on top of me. Crave it would be more accurate. My hips still writhed in anticipation of having him back on top of me. Or in me. Anything. Just...him.

When he turned around he had an object in each hand, holding them out to me for inspection. In one hand he had a slim purple metallic vibrator, about 6 inches long and maybe 3 inches in circumference. In the other, a metal cock ring of a moderate thickness.

"Well? Happy Birthday, nerd." 

What was I supposed to say?

"Thanks." I offered with as much appreciation as I could muster, when all I really wanted was to shred his jeans with my teeth. "But, I already have a vibrator at home, and a few dildos too."

"Oh, that's not for you." 

He raised one arched eyebrow in a questioning glance towards me.

That made me sit up and take notice. I raised myself onto my elbows and returned the glance. He advanced towards me slowly, still holding each of his presents.

"If last night was any indication, and this morning...and the airplane...and all day in my head...and at dinner...then I have some serious exploration to do. Thought this might help." He waved the purple vibrator in the air.

"And this," he held out the metal cock ring, "looked interesting and I thought it might look good on you." 

He stayed where he was, some four feet from me, holding his present, naked from the waist up as looked down at me. His eyes were thoughtful and sincere, but there was a skittishness behind them, a nervousness that hinted at a fear of rejection. It was a fear he needn't have nursed.

I was touched at his thoughtfulness. And extremely turned on at the prospect of his "serious exploration." In the space of a day we had gone from unknown entities, to messing around, to exploring, and had apparently progressed to "serious exploration." 

This was the best 18th Birthday in the entire fucking history of 18th Birthdays.

I nodded and smiled. My arms reached towards him and I gestured for him to return to me.

"Good!" he giggled, the nervousness melting from him as he fell back on top of me and grabbed my head in his hands, the cock ring and vibrator thrown to the mattress, forgotten for now while he showered me in fiercely passionate kisses.

Our clothing was removed in a flurry of awkward horizontal motions and groans as we tumbled on the bed, unwilling to part from each other for the length of time it took to unbutton or unzip various articles. Finally, I reveled in the warmth, the nearly uncomfortable heat, of his naked skin pressed into mine, our legs tangled and moving as if trying to run a marathon while lining down.

Our hard dicks rubbed together between us, pressed between out torsos. I could feel our precum mixing and lubricating our stiffness as his hands groped at my ass and I returned the favor. I wanted to press myself into him until we merged, tried to pull him into me with all of my strength. I pushed the small voice that wondered at the intimacy of it all, the nearness of this unknown entity who seemed to want me, desire me, and crave my touch as much as I wanted him, desired him, and craved his touch. 

Up and down lost all meaning for me. Somehow, I positioned myself on top of him and found my arms on his wrists while our mouths were still locked together and our tongues did what actual speech seemed incapable of achieving. The reversal of our previous dynamic, with me now on top and covering his muscled body was not lost on Daniel, but he reacted by redoubling his passion, if such was even possible. Being in the forced but comfortably submissive position activated something in him. He moaned into my kiss and wrapped his thighs around mine, seeking to pull me into him ever closer.

Doubt was gone, forgotten in the haze of his taste, his obvious lust for me. I kissed his neck and let my tongue trace over his collar bones. His hands wound into my hair and eased me down with gentle pressure. I took one dark nipple in my mouth and bit down, harder than I had ever before.

"Shit," he groaned, his fingers tightening. 

I kissed down his ribs, moved to his abs, and followed the line of his treasure trail to the defined V of his obliques. His hips pressed up to meet my advance, his cock throbbing in the open air.

When my lips closed over him, his back arched, head thrown back to the pillows, and I thought he would gag me as he pushed himself into my throat. But I opened for him and felt him fill me completely. I reveled in the flavor of his skin, the sweet saltiness of the precum that leaked from him. The tip of my tongue gathered his nectar and swallowed him down, making quick circles over his most sensitive spots.

"David...," his voice was hoarse. "Don't stop."

I had no intentions of stopping. My hands grasped his hips and I encouraged him to thrust into me. His body undulated, his stomach tightening and loosening as he rhythmically fucked my mouth. It drove me insane. I felt my lips brush his pelvis, his hairs tickling my nose, and I held him there, tightening my throat around his girth.

"I...I...Oh, Jesus. Fuck!" Daniel wasn't even trying to modulate his volume, his fingers running through my hair and tracing the line of my jaw with a gentle firmness.

It was the hardest thing I'd had to to, but I pulled myself from him and grasped his now slick cock in my hand, feeling his foreskin react to my manipulations. I jerked him slowly as I moved to his hole, knowing exactly what that would do to him. When my tongue met his pink opening, his reaction didn't disappoint.

I had plans for him tonight. Plans I was desperate to enact and I took consistent steps to that end. 

I rimmed him, wetting his hole as best I could, tightening my tongue so I could fuck him and flick against him. He let out a constant stream of wordless grunts and breathless moans, ragged and raw, holding my head to his ass, urging me onwards.




Speech and Debate Pt. 03



"Lube," I said.

Daniel reacted as if I'd said "dinner," and he hadn't eaten in weeks. He reached into the top drawer of the bedside table and removed a small tube of clear lube.

"You were ready for this, weren't you?" I teased.

"Shut up and fuck me." 

The amiable nature I had grown fond of over the past day was gone, replaced by animalistic urgency. His hips writhed on the bed, his hole exposed to the air through his wide open legs, the powerful muscles of his ass rising and falling, tempting me to explore their secrets.

I retrieved the purple vibrator from the disheveled bedspread and generously lubricated its smooth surface. Watching me as I worked the phallic length of the toy, Daniel moaned, his body and mind entirely ready for what was about to happen to him.

"Fuck, that's hot," he said as he watched me.

I teased his hole with the tapered tip, pressing it lightly to his skin, but not enough to enter him. His eyes were locked on mine, his bottom lip gripped between his teeth.

"You like that?" I asked.

He only nodded. His hands grabbed at the covers, drawing handfuls towards him, his ass pushing against the vibrator at his opening, seeking it out.

I pressed it inside him, the tapered end disappearing with ease. He pressed back against it, and his back arched until his shoulders left the mattress.

"Ahhhhhh yes!" 

I pulled it out slowly, and then pushed in again, letting an inch more disappear. He was having no problems. Far from it, he was repeating, "Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god," in a constant stream like a broken record.

"You want more?" I teased, holding it inside him, about a third of the way in.

He whimpered and vigorously nodded. His hands sprung to the pillow behind him and gripped it tightly, doing all he could to hold on as he rode the waves of pleasure.

I obliged him. I pressed the vibrator firmly inside him. I took my time, allowing a full minute to pass as centimeter by centimeter, the toy vanished. Finally, only the black base, the mechanism used to turn it on, which I hadn't yet done, was visible.

Daniel let out a roar, an actual roar. His upper body leaned forward, one arm grabbing my neck and pulling me down to kiss him violently the other hand on top of my own, holding the vibrator inside of him. His hips bucked against the toy and our hands holding it inside, our tongues mingled and pushed together, unable to dislodge from this closeness. 

I twisted the vibrator and pulled it back a few inches and then twisted it again as I pushed it back inside. He growled into our kiss. I repeated, this time further, harder. In moments, I was fucking him with the toy at a rapid pace, feeling his body react beneath our embrace, letting his groans and kisses be my guide. Each time it was ensconced in him to the hilt, his body trembled, an unconscious shiver that I felt distinctly as he wriggled beneath me.

"I can't stand it!" he yelled in a momentary break between our kisses. "I can't!"

I don't know if it was meant to be a challenge, but I took it as one. Something in me snapped, a deviousness and a desire to watch him squirm, to expand his horizons to a place that he'd never seen, but that I wanted, needed, him to see with me. I rolled off of him a bit, opening a space between us for the first time since we'd begun. With sure fingers, I twisted the base of the vibrator when it was all the way inside of him, activating the toy and revealing the truth of it's name.

I'm not sure, but Daniel may have actually passed out. 

When the sound of the mechanics working inside him hit my ears, Daniel's fingernails dug into the skin of my back and his mouth opened in a wordless scream of pleasure. His eyes closed, his hips left the bed. I held the vibrator inside of him, pushing it mercilessly in as far as it would go. For moments that stretched into eternity, Daniel hung like that in the air, only his shoulders and the soles of his feet touching the mattress, his hole convulsing around the toy, his mouth opened but no sound escaping. 

I watched his balls contract, pulling up tightly to his body as a stream of his cum flew from his uncut dick with such force as to actually seem to pain him. Neither he nor I had touched his member. It hit the wall behind him, flying over his head and the pillows and headboard to splash audibly against the wallpaper, a distance of at least four feet.

Breath seemed to return to him and he started to groan and whimper, his eyes still sightlessly locked on the ceiling as the second and third jets met the first, traveling slowly to the headboard and then painting his ecstasy riddled features in his own whiteness. His hips fell to the mattress, but I held the vibrator firmly in place, not allowing him the release from this. Not yet.

Faster and faster he whimpered and groaned, his abs contracting, his cock pulsing and spewing his seed onto his chest and then his stomach. His eyes wandered to his own crotch, watching as his orgasm subsided, a look of confused pleasure, as if he couldn't yet fully comprehend what had just happened to his body. 

With the toy still working inside of him, I slowly began to move it back and forth, teasing out the last of his juices but still not touching his bouncing hardness. Gently, I leaned down to his stomach and licked his cum from his skin, gathering it into my mouth and swallowing it while savoring his taste.

Deliberately, with decisive motions, I kissed and lick the cum from his body, taking my time, still massaging his prostate with the vibrator as I traveled. When I reached the cum that had plastered across his face and gently gathered it up, he turned his lips to meet mine and kissed me softly, thankfully. His body shook under my touch. I turned the vibrator off and felt him relax under me, finally free of the wracking pleasure for a moment, easing back down to some semblance of normalcy. I removed it from him and felt him sigh into me, his hands traveling to my face and gently holding me to him, our kisses lighter and gentler, slower and full of...something I couldn't define. Or was afraid to.

Our naked bodies faced each other, each on our sides, his leg over mine, our cocks still pressed together, our hips still moving in time to each other, but without the lust of the previous minutes. Or hours. Who knew how long that had lasted?

After some time, Daniel pulled my face from his and stared into my eyes. The smile he gave me as he held my face between his palms was something I will take to my grave. We stayed like that, looking at each other, memorizing the features of the man across from us, his hands on my face, mine running along his spine and exploring the firm mounds of his ass.

"Did you...," I began, unsure what to say, frightened of saying the wrong thing.

He nodded. And smiled.

For the first time since I'd begun my sexual life, I had absolutely no desire to reach my own orgasm. I didn't need to. Daniel's face as I'd driven him on, lead him to that spectacular eruption, was more than enough for me. More than any orgasm could have hoped to achieve. 

When Daniel reached for my dick and began to masturbate me with quicker motions, I stopped his hand and shook my head. His eyes were pained for a moment, but I reassured him.

"You don't have to," I said quietly.

"But I want to," he offered.

"I know. And I want you to. Just not now. Let's just..." 

The words I'd wanted to say failed me. I didn't know how to explain to him the joy and utter bliss I was floating on. That I didn't want to do anything that might jeopardize that feeling, even if it meant forgoing my own corporeal release.

Daniel, being the ever more mysterious creature he was becoming, just smiled and placed his lips over mine.

Eventually, our bodies relaxed and our erections deflated. Somehow we positioned ourself so that his head was nestled on my chest, my arm over his shoulder. His leg rested on mine and his cock pressed into my side. He ran his fingers along my stomach, hips, and toyed gently with my cock. It wasn't sexual, his meandering, but revelatory. 

I trembled. This time, for a much different reason.

I felt his breathing deepen, the rise and fall of his chest pressed into my side getting longer and slower. I twirled his short hair around my fingers and stared at the ceiling, listening to his heart beat as he drifted off to sleep next to me.

I lay like that for a long while, naked and vulnerable, Daniel's hard body wrapped around me and pressed into mine. I thought of what this day had been, what it had meant. To me.

How could I express that to Daniel? 

Should I even try? 

Behind it all, bubbling under the surface of the tentative joy of the last day, lurked the fear of what would happen when we returned to school. 

After tonight, we had one more day and one more night before we headed home. All of this could change. Would change. But to what? 

Daniel's voice floated in my mind. Something he had said earlier.

"Celebrate your victories."

I decided he was right. 

Right now, this moment and this day had been a victory. For me and, hopefully, for Daniel. What tomorrow brought was unknown. But for now, I would celebrate and revel in the victory. Tomorrow was far away. Come what may, I had to enjoy what had happened, what was awoken in me. 

I drifted to sleep with a smile on my face, determined to leave behind fear and uncertainty, determined to celebrate the bewitching boy who slumbered next to me. 

For as long as I possibly could.



Speech and Debate Pt. 04



I'm not sure if straight people could ever truly understand how it feels to wake up next to a warm manly body as a gay guy raised in the often times sexually repressive South. It comes with a nearly debilitating mixture of contradictions in the extreme: joy, lust, thankfulness, and peace wrestling with abject terror and the desire to run before things turn ugly, as we are nearly conditioned to expect that they will. It was a sad state of affairs that I felt these things as the morning dawned on our second day in Boston, but luckily I was able to suppress the negativity and bask in my small but growing optimism towards whatever was happening with Daniel.

As my wispy, unremembered dreams began to fade into nothingness and my mind returned to normalcy, I felt Daniel's warmness pressed into me, holding me tightly to his chest, his muscled arm thrown over me as if he would never loosen. 

I didn't want him to. 

I shifted myself a bit, working sore muscles as I pushed myself into him, dissolving into his embrace, unsure if he would waken and this living dreamscape I'd found myself at the center of would come crashing down around my ears. I laced my fingers through his own and pulled our hands to my chest, holding them over my heart and feeling it beat through our embrace, keeping time. It seemed to be counting down the seconds, a ticking clock beating out the coming end to my bliss with unforgiving fierceness. 

That level of true happiness melded with apprehension is a rare thing, as I've come to realize as I got older, but even then I grasped the uniqueness and tried to float on the high.

My eyes were just adjusting to the grayish morning light of our room when I felt Daniel begin to stir behind me. His hips pressed into the bare skin of my ass and he made a soft sound of pleasure, like a cat waking from a summertime nap on the windowsill. Though I couldn't see his face, I imagined that he wore a smile of contentment to match my own. 

At least, I hoped he did. 

My body responded to his slight movements without thought, pressing back against his morning hardness and slowly grinding into him, seeking to remain as close as this, or closer for as long as I could.

Our fingers were still locked together, held to my chest as my breathing began to regulate. I expected him to disentangle himself and for this secret moment together to end when he did; but, instead, he pulled me closer and pressed his face to my hair, breathing me in deeply and sighing, his chest expanding as he too stretched his muscles. I shivered when I felt the power of him begin to awaken behind me, the corded strength of him as he readied his lithe body for the day to come. 

Daniel must have felt my trembling; he guided our interlocked hands over the pale skin my chest and down my stomach, gliding smoothly over our hips.

"Morning," he said groggily, his voice blessedly absent of the shock and fear I'd come to expect. "Are you cold?"

He pulled the covers around us more tightly and snuggled even closer to me, his hard cock finding a spot between my ass cheeks, unconsciously humping into me. 

I couldn't help but moan at the contact.

"Morning," I whispered through the escalating pleasure, trying to keep it from my tone. "How'd you sleep?"

"Like the dead," he said, his lips at my ear, softly kissing my neck, driving rational thought from my body, a jolt of electricity working down my spine and all the way to my toes. He guided our hands over my hips towards my very obvious hard cock. 

"Glad to be awake now." 

I felt a small twinge of loss when he unwound his fingers from mine, but only for the time it took him to grasp my shaft in the warmth of his palm and tug gently on my length. His lips kissed the back of my neck and my hand reached behind me to press his head to my skin.

He continued to work my cock in his grasp, twisting and pulling, using his thumb to gather and disperse the precum that began to leak from me. His lips still traversed the soft skin of my neck and ears, dialing up my nerves in succinct intervals, waking the most dormant parts of me. I wanted him so badly I thought I would burst with it. He gracefully moved himself from behind me and gave me the space to fall onto my back as he rose on one elbow to get a better angle. 

For the first time today, I met his gaze. As if it was the first time I'd ever seen him, I was rocked by what lay behind his eyes. Passion and lust were there, to be sure, burning brightly. But beneath that, lurking in the deep dark places, something else. Something I could only describe as caring.

No! I couldn't...wouldn't...allow myself to think like that.

He pressed his face to my neck again, never slowing his pace on my dick with his increasingly skilled fingers. A few more sessions like this and Daniel's skill could very well have surpassed my own.

My touch danced over the smooth skin of his strong shoulders as he moved down, past my collar bones, licking and kissing at the pale skin of my chest. He took my nipple in his mouth and my back arched, which only served to drive him on, my body betraying my desires to his observant nature.

"Daniel," I moaned, my hand coming to the back of his head, feeling the soft prickles of his hair against my skin.

"Shhhh. Let me." His voice was a deep growl, masculine and controlling but devoid of violence.

I had no real choice but to give in and let him do to me whatever he pleased. I couldn't have been more willing to give up that control. Something in Daniel brought that out in me. When he touched me, I lost the need to be the master of my own form. I simply allowed myself to be...to be touched and manipulated, twisted and prodded in ways I never would have sanctioned normally. 

Daniel's lips on my hip bones sent my pelvis to the ceiling, fucking myself in his grip. It was beautiful torture and I rode it as best I could. Daniel looked up at me through his long, dark lashes, his brown eyes just beginning to catch the dawning light and gleaming with hints of amber and gold, catching my ice-blue gaze. The things that can be communicated in a stare like that far outweigh anything actual speech can accomplish.

'Let me, I need to do this. I desire this. Please,' he seemed to beg.

His tongue on my cock as his mouth closed over my sensitive head nearly sent me to the moon. Heat and wetness flooded me, every nerve focused like a laser on my cock. He twirled his tongue around my rim, reveling in it, increasing and decreasing speed and pressure as if he'd been doing this for years. All the while, his eyes searched my face.

Slowly, he bobbed his head up and down my shaft. First one inch and then two dematerialized down his throat until he had half of me ensconced inside him. He made satisfied groans despite his full mouth, rumbling from deep in his chest as he adjusted himself so he was kneeling between my thighs. His strong hands spread my legs with ease and held them there against my uncontrollable trembling.

"Ahhh, that's incredible. Don't stop." 

My voice sounded strange to my own ears, almost as if someone else was urging him on, someone outside of my body. Daniel's hips waved back and forth in the open air, the rounded curves of his ass outlined in the gloom behind us as he forced me deeper and deeper into him until he eventually hit that place where reflex took control and he gagged. He pulled off, not missing the chance to use his tongue on the ticklish skin under my cock head, swallowed hard, and caught his breath.

"I want to...," he panted, his hips wiggling and waving behind him. The desire in his tone was unaffected and apparent, the question lurking just beneath. He needed me to guide him.

"Relax, concentrate on breathing through your nose, and don't force it. Pretend like you are swallowing, focus on each muscle and push your reflexes to the back of your mind."

The instruction was all I could think to give, meager as it was, but Daniel seemed to take it as gospel and dove back onto my tool with gusto, easily taking me to the same distance as before. He toiled slowly at first, but soon I felt another bit of me wrapped in the heat of his mouth. 

"Oh, fuck," I groaned, my hands coming to the sides of his head, doing all in my power not to force him down to the root. Within a minute, I felt his breath against the skin of my pelvis, coming quick and hot.

"You're almost there. Oh, my god, I can't believe... how?...almost."

With a final thrust of effort, he engulfed my cock to the base, his lips settling around my trimmed pubes, his nose nestled in, his throat contracting and releasing in untrained and involuntary waves over the entire length of me. 

No one had ever done that to me before and I immediately felt closer to him than to anyone else in my life to that point. The new sensations coupled with the jolt of Daniel's willingness and unexpected success at even trying this technique almost pushed me over the edge.

The complacent submission I had reveled in flashed to ash as my passions exploded in me with a heat I thought Daniel must surely be able to feel. Though he over powered me and outweighed me by nearly twenty pounds of solid lean muscle, I grabbed his head and tore him from my shaft in one smooth motion, drawing him forward and pushing my lips to his with intenseness that frightened me even then. I tasted my own sweat, the saltiness of my precum and passion on his tongue as he pushed back against me. My hands grabbed at his hips and gripped his ass, seeking to turn him. 

I needed to touch him, to bury myself inside of him in any way I could. 

He got my drift and broke our kiss so he could flip around and straddle my chest, his face still pointing at my slick cock, his perfectly sculpted ass now just centimeters from my hungry mouth. My hands spread his cheeks and I besieged his jock hole with my tongue at the ready for an exploration of that most erotically charged of numbers: 69.

Daniel's back arched, one hand gripping my cock and twisting on the saliva-slicked skin, the other reaching behind him to press my head to his hole. His hips rocked back and forth as he started to ride my tongue, fuck himself against me.

"Oh shit, David. Yeah, fuck. eat my ass. You like that jock hole?" 

His voice was fuel to add to the bonfire already raging in me. I didn't break from my rimming to answer him, only flicked faster and faster, pressing deeper as I tasted and drank down his manliness.

"Ahhhh. Oh my god. Oh."

Daniel fell forward onto his hands, his hairy thighs shaking as he struggled to process the feelings. 

I went faster.

As if there were no other choice, the only floating wreckage on stormy seas and the only hope for salvation, Daniel opened his mouth and pulled my cock back into his throat. My tongue in his hole, in and out, in and out, and Daniel working my pulsing shaft deep in his throat was a combination I couldn't have been prepared for.

"I'm close..." I groaned through gritted teeth, forced to stop my rimming for a moment. Daniel took no notice, only sucking harder, his ass undulating before me, his hole throbbing in time.

"I'm gonna...Daniel...Oh fuck, I'm about..." 

He made no move.

The first jet of my cum hit the back of his throat and he jerked a bit in surprise. He pulled back so that he only held half of me and let my cum fill his mouth, stream after stream being pulled from me as if by force. I felt like my soul was escaping through my cock, seeking a new home inside Daniel. For his part, he sighed high in his chest and swallowed each new offering my dick pumped into him with practiced ease. 

When my orgasm had subsided to a manageable level, Daniel pulled off of me, seeming a little sad to do so as he turned and straddled my hips facing the other direction.

He rubbed my sensitive and cum-smeared dick head on his thoroughly wet hole and slid it around, putting on a show for me.

If I had to give a review of the performance, I'd say it was Oscar worthy. But instead, I crunched myself forward, uncaring of the discomfort and sucked his cock for a moment, until his grip on the back of my head pulled me off, the pain of having my hair tugged not even registering against the onslaught I was already basking in.

"Not for you. You don't get to touch my dick today," Daniel scolded me with mock sternness, gazing down on me as I twisted in his relentless grip. His eyes were firm as steel, but I somehow felt safe being pinned under his iron will.

I nodded my aquiescence to his desire.

He released my head with a gentle push and returned his grip to his rock hard uncut cock, pulling the foreskin forward so a crystal drop of precum fell from his tip and pooled warmly on my stomach. Though I wanted to wipe it up and take it to my parched lips, I dared not move my hands. What I wanted was firmly in the back seat, now. Daniel was in complete control.

He moved my cock near to his hole and maneuvered himself so that I pressed into his warm opening, but never entered. The pressure was nearly enough, almost gaining the much desired access, but he walked this razor's edge like the master I was coming to recognize him for.

"I like your cock at my hole. Such a big nerd cock." 

He tapped my cock on the gateway to his promised land and jumped at the feeling.

I didn't speak. What would I say?

"You want me to ride your big nerd cock?" He asked, his voice dripping with sex. "Hmm?"

"Yes," I replied, my voice crackled and tortured, trying not to appear too eager.

"You want to fuck my hole? Put your monster dick inside my tight jock ass?"

I nodded.

"Hmm? What was that?" He pressed his hips down onto my cock, his eyes rolling up in his head as he pushed himself just to the line and peered over the edge. 

God, how I wanted him to jump.

"Yes. I want to fuck you."

The smile that spread over his face, that slowly crept up and displaced the pleasure and lust there, was the definition of boyish wickedness.

He released my cock and eased himself from me, leaving my aching and sensitive mast throbbing useless in the open air. His torso descended and he leaned forward until his olive skinned face and morning stubble filled my vision. His eyes held mine so that I couldn't have looked away if I'd wanted to, a stare that would haunt my dreams for the next decade and beyond. 

When his mouth was so close to mine that I could feel his breath on the skin of my lips, the desire to connect almost painfully withheld, he whispered: "Not yet."

My cock pulsed; like the aftershocks follow the quake, I shot a single line of thick white into the air, landing with a warm wet softness on the lightly damp skin of Daniel's ass. His neck flew back, his eyes squeezing shut when my cum made contact. 

He chuckled when he realized what happened.

"Naughty boy, nerd! No one said you could cum again. What am I to do with you?" he teased.

He kissed me gently and deftly crawled from his position to stand firmly on the floor between the beds. 

My brain was essentially a puddle somewhere near the back of my skull. I was surprised the basic five senses remained intact. Daniel observed my confusion on the bed, gazing up and down my prostrate position, seeming to commit the image to memory. His smile bordered on a smirk. He was definitely enjoying this power trip and my resulting inability to remain mostly human. He sauntered towards the bathroom, my cum clearly plastered on his mounded ass cheeks, a bleach stain on tan satin. He flicked on the light and in moments I heard the metallic ping of the shower.

I thought his bombshell that he had messed around with his teammates had been nonchalant. The price and general juiciness of Georgia peaches. His current game of sexual dominance and willing submission was something else entirely. Incomprehensible.

He drew the shower curtain back and stepped into the spray.

"Now we're even." He pitched his tone so that I heard him clearly over the sound of the water.

"Even?" I asked.

"You didn't cum last night. And I did. Thank you for that, by the way. Fucking amazing."

"Welcome." I said, as if I'd folded his laundry or cleaned a dirty dish. 

Seriously, David? 'Welcome?' Not even 'YOU'RE welcome. Just, 'welcome.' 

Just shoot me now.

Daniel laughed, loudly.

At least he didn't stoop to imitating my doofishness. 

Small miracles, right?

After a long silence, in which I did my best to shake off my wounded pride and fasten the shattered remnants of my brain into functioning lobes once more, I said:

"So then I take it, that yesterday, everything we...did...wasn't just a birthday thing." 

It wasn't exactly a question. Just a desperate attempt at a leading conversation. I knew what I wanted to know. Or at least, what I THOUGHT I wanted to know. How wrong I was, if I only could have known.

The water abruptly cut off, the curtain was pulled back quickly and a very wet, very erect, and very hurt looking Daniel stepped back into the bedroom.

I was so captivated by his expression that, for once, I hardly registered his gleaming nakedness as he stood by the bathroom door. His face was inscrutable, his eyes wide and full as he stared down at me still laying on the disheveled bed.

"Why would you say that?" he asked. His voice was quiet and low and he worked one hairy muscle wrapped leg in small circles his eyes dropping from my face to follow the patterns his toes left in the carpet fibers.

Panic began to rise in me, slowly at first, still unaware of the emotional battlefield I had just forced us both onto. I tried quickly to crush it and remain jovial.

"It's just. I don't expect you to...well, you know?"

"I obviously don't? What is it I am expected to do, exactly? What's the protocol for our situation?" 

His questions were pointed, each one meant to dismantle my own. I was rapidly loosing the battle against my panic. He had called this 'our situation.'

"You're...you." I continued. "You're popular. I'm just...well, not. That's not meant to be a pity party, just the facts of this life. And you have a girlfriend. Amy?" At that moment, I was only partially sure that this was her name, but couldn't have cared less about her. "I know how this game is supposed to end."

"And how is that?" His voice was firm, just a touch of anger creeping in on the edges.

"You're supposed to ignore me. Act like none of this ever happened. Maybe you'll smile at me once or twice in the hallways at school, but you're supposed to go back to being the Captain of the Lacrosse team and forget about me. Write it off as something that happened 900 miles from home, something no one will ever know about. Just giving the gay nerd what he wanted for his birthday."

It came pouring from my mouth in an unstoppable flood, the words not even able to clearly find the emotions from which they emanated before they left my lips. The more I spoke, the more I was unable to stop speaking, the tighter my chest became. A lump was in my throat, pressing hard and making it difficult to breathe. 

To my horror, I felt my eyes begin to water, my vision going misty the more that my words tumbled forth. I writhed on that bed in agony, wanting him to say something, anything. Scream at me, yell at me, call me names, anything but the silence that sliced at my dwindling confidence bit by bit, second by second.

"You don't know me very well, David," he said from the door, finally raising his gaze to my own. And like my own, Daniel's eyes seemed to shine with a wetness I hadn't seen before. 

My resolve broke and full panic took control of my body. I acted on pure instinct. I had to run. I had to get away. There was no where to hide in the small room, no where I would be safe, so my weak legs hit the floor and carried me past his naked body and into the bathroom before he could speak again, before his eyes could do any more damage.




Speech and Debate Pt. 04



I turned on the water and stepped into the shower in one swift motion, uncaring of the temperature that went from arctic to lava while I let it hit my face, my palms pressed to the white tiles in front of me, the only things keeping me standing.

Maybe I didn't know him very well. I had spent the past two days simply trying to hang on as he yanked me down, around, under, and through this physical roller coaster. I hadn't had the time to really think on anything else.

His eyes. 

Christ, they had been so...sad. 

As if what I thought, what I thought it meant about him, actually mattered to him and had an impact. Could someone like me actually have the power to wound someone like him? My teenaged brain couldn't begin to fathom the possibility. 

He WAS supposed to act like I predicted. That's what happened when a gay man found himself entangled in a straight man's web. It was supposed to be purely physical and forgotten as soon as it ended. That was the safest thing for all parties. No one got hurt that way, they just took it for what it was and never broached the subject again. Simply a one off, sexually stimulating, fantasy. I knew that. But Daniel's eyes had hinted...no, they insisted...that this was different. For him. And the fact that I had assumed otherwise had cut him, injured him somehow.

My head spun at my foolishness, my treatment of Daniel, the man who had been nothing but kind to me over the past two days and showed me places I hadn't ever explored within myself. I felt like such a fool, but I couldn't shake the assumptions and stereotypes of what this was supposed to be. It wasn't safe for me to harbor those fantasies, the hopes of something deeper and more meaningful from someone who stood so far above me. There were rules to high school and Daniel seemed uncaring as he began to shatter each one of them in turn. And to top it all off, he wanted, expected, and hoped that I would follow him down the new path he apparently wanted to forge together . 

We had today in Boston. One more day of rounds and then one more night before we returned to school in the morning. 

24 hours left and I'd ruined it all with my thoughtless assumptions.

I thought I would perish to a cloud of dust when I felt his hands at my shoulders, his fingers gently pressing into my skin as he traversed my body. Lighter than silk but with an effect like steel, his arms moved under mine and pulled me to him. Unlike the previous morning, I didn't feel his hardness press into my backside. Only the firm and now familiar strength of his muscles, the soft mound of his sex nestled gently next to me. He pulled my back too his chest, my hands coming to rest on his own, pressing them harder into my skin.

I wanted to apologize, to beg for his forgiveness and pray that I hadn't ruined everything. I wanted to, but Daniel kissed the nape of my neck and all thought vaporized. My head fell onto his shoulder as my knees sagged and I let his superior strength almost entirely support the weight of us both. I'd done my best to keep them at bay, but tears came hot and fast down my cheeks. Thankfully, they were silent and not the wracking sobs I felt I wanted to release, but Daniel still noticed.

He turned me to face him, his hips pressing into mine, his hands around the small of my back as he stared into me, seemed to take me apart and put me back together again until I couldn't recognize the man he saw.

"None of that," he whispered. He pulled me tighter to him. For the first time, neither of us were hard and sex-crazed. We were two men pressed together, seeking closeness, intimacy that I hadn't planned on and was unsure how to return.

"But...," I began.

"What happens, happens, David." He said, as if that was the answer. Maybe for him, it was. I was not so sure.

"What's going to happen?" I wanted that question to be taken seriously, but instead it left my throat mixed with the irrational fears of a child who's just discovered what comes after life. "I don't want...If you...when we...?"

"I don't know." 

His hands traveled over my ass and up the small of my back. I struggled to maintain his gaze. 

"I really don't know. But I can promise that it won't be what you said."

"How can you promise that? When we get back to school you could..."

"But I won't."

"Why not? What good will it do you to...keep me around?"

It killed me that in that moment I thought of myself as little more than a sexual plaything for Daniel, some THING that could be "kept around," like an old sweater, still unable to accept that this was anything more than physical for him. Confusion fueled exploration, easily forgotten. But even if it was, I wanted nothing more than to be that object for him. To be used like that. Like I'd come to expect, been told to expect, conditioned. It was Daniel who wanted something more. 

"Because...I won't. You should know that by now. I thought you were supposed to be the smartest guy in the grade? Can't your nerd brain understand something as simple as that?"

It couldn't. But the smile he flashed me assured me that I was willing to try. We had been exploring unknown mountains for the past two days, climbing at dizzying heights, but still firmly planted on solid ground. Daniel was planning a trip to the vast unknown of outer space. But for that smile, I think I would have traveled anywhere and done anything.

I turned my head and leaned in to kiss him. It was gentle but persistent, not the lust filled animalistic kiss I craved from him every waking hour and in my dreams. Just a kiss that I hoped would convey what my bruised brain and self sabotaging heart could not. He sighed into our kiss and I felt him relax in my embrace as I, too, had done. 

I'm not sure how long we stayed like that, our mouths pressed together, tongues dancing an easy tango. The water had lost some of its blistering heat when he finally broke our embrace and reached up to wipe a remaining tear from my cheekbone with a grin. 

He reached behind me to turn off the water and stepped out of the shower silently. I found myself staring at the beautiful shape his back made, the wide shoulders tapering down into a deep V and then easing into his bubble butt. But for once, I wasn't overpowered by the desire to take him, touch him, devour him. Instead, something of a sense of comfortable...ownership... began to settle on me. Daniel had given something to me, a part of himself that I'd never received before. And he'd promised to give more.

He handed me a towel and we began to dry off in the steam filled silence. 

As we dressed and readied ourselves to head back to the competition, I tried my best to keep the myriad emotions I was feeling from becoming too apparent on my face. Daniel tossed me a new jock strap, black this time, which he'd pulled from his suitcase. He presented it to me without comment and I placed it on the bed, fully intending to wear it today despite this morning's events.

With his naked back towards me, Daniel suddenly straightened from his suitcase, his hands going to his hips as if he was searching for something on the floor in front of him. He turned and looked around the room, found what he was seeking and made quick and sure movements as he approached me. He grabbed my cell phone from the top of the dresser and soon stood just inches from me, my phone in his hand.

I wanted to ravish him, his nakedness so close to my own. He stared at me in silence for a moment and I was unable to move or tear my gaze from his. 

"You need to shut up and just go with it," he said in advance, his eyes dancing with mirth at whatever it was he was planning. Without waiting for my compliance, Daniel knelt in front of me, opened his mouth and took my soft cock into him. 

Gently, he sucked on my length, working the flesh towards firmness, allowing it to expand into him. In my shock, my eyes traveled to the ceiling. If I thought too much about what was happening to me, I would surely find some way to ruin it. 

In moments, my cock was fully hard and Daniel was bobbing contentedly down my shaft, his skills no less impressive than when we'd first awoken. The feel of him on my member so soon was almost too much. I was still sensitive and not fully recovered from my first orgasm of the day just minutes before.

Before I could react, Daniel raised my phone in his outstretched arm, placing it high above his head and aiming it towards his mouth wrapped around my cock. Without looking, he pressed a button and a bright white light suddenly illuminated everything from my waist down. Daniel pulled off of my cock and opened his mouth, doing his best to smile around my girth as he held my head on his tongue. 

CLICK.

For once, my haziness came from the blinding flash of my camera phone and not the life altering emotions of the day. 

Daniel made a thumbs up with his free hand. The white light threw his position into comedic relief.

CLICK.

As if he'd checked off a to-do task, he rose from his knees, my wet cock bobbing up and down between us. He handed me my phone, two new photos displayed clearly on the gallery screen.

"There ya go." He sauntered back towards his suitcase.

"What the fuck was that about?" 

I must have been quite the site, my hard cock swinging in the breeze, holding my phone and staring at it as if I were a caveman discovering fire and not the technologically savvy man of the 21st century I was.

Daniel smirked as he pushed his arms into his sage green button-down shirt, my animal brain just registering the erotic movements of his muscles beneath his olive skin.

"Now you have something in your back pocket if I ever become an asshole. I don't plan on it, but if I ever do, now you have some ammunition. It's all I could think to do to ease your fears a bit, level the playing field. At least as you see it."

If I had been able to speak, I wouldn't have. I just stared at him aghast. The power he had just willingly placed into my hands, literally placed into my hands via telephone, was a show of trust that I didn't know how to return. He dressed completely and motioned for me to do the same. I was actually thankful of the reminder as I may have spent the day glued to that exact spot, staring at the photo of my cock in Daniel's mouth until the sun set and rose again the next day had he not provided it.

I was still making sense of the way the game had changed when we got to the Competition and headed to our separate rounds.

My first two rounds of the day went well, ending in two more pointless victories and two more inferior debators garnering the points that were rightfully mine. It didn't phase me as it should have. After I handily won my third of four rounds for the day, I didn't even wait for my score before I gathered up my coat and bag full of research materials and notes and strode quickly from the auditorium.

It took me a minute to get my bearings along the winding hallways of the massive building, but I soon found myself standing in front of room 314. I'm not sure why my feet carried me there, or where I found the strength to complete the journey despite my brain screaming in terror at what I had planned.

I entered the room from the first of the two doorways, ensuring that I wouldn't be seen as I snuck in the back. I turned the handle quietly and opened the door without incident. I scanned the room to make sure I was in the right place and then slid into an empty desk in the last row.

Daniel was unmistakable, even from behind. His short black hair was styled perfectly and his broad shoulders cut a striking figure in his charcoal grey suit coat. I tried not to sigh as I stared at him and rested my chin in my palm. Being in the same room as him had a profoundly unsettling quality for me, transforming me into a mindless drone of hormones and fantasies. I normally resented those sappy, brainless guys and girls. Now, I had become one.

The student, who had been speaking when I entered, finished their speech and there was a smattering of half-hearted applause that died down as quickly as it had begun. 

One of the two judges in the first row scanned their roster and turned to the small group behind them.

"Daniel. You're next. Commentary only. Yes?" he asked.

Daniel stood and my heart began to race. In a moment he would be facing me.

"Yes." He replied as he walked to the front of the classroom, his stride long and confident. Unlike the previous competitor, Daniel did not hold a stack of index cards in his hand. He would deliver his Original Oratory from memory.

He stood with his feet shoulder width apart, as we'd been taught, his eyes on the floor as he gathered his thoughts for a moment. When he raised his eyes to begin, his sight landed on me and his mouth remained open for a moment.

It happened slowly at first. Like watching a glacier break apart, starting from a small, barely noticed crack and widening into a schism that sent huge sheets of ice crashing to the sea below, Daniel's nerves became increasingly and more obviously flustered.

I refused to break my gaze from his. He stared straight back at me, the words coming to him on auto pilot, nearly monotone as he rattled off his opening statements. 

Pity. 

It was an impressive performance. I'd watched it a time or two back at school when we did peer evaluations. 

"How can we, then, ascribe those values to ourselves when we wallow in hypocrisy," he intoned. "How could a people still claim to be noble and good...," 

He paused. He cleared his throat. 

"Noble and good when...umm...sorry...noble and good."

I couldn't help it. I chuckled to myself. 

He was shaken. Truly shaken by my mere presence. His invasion of my round yesterday was being paid back in full and with satisfying results. Very satisfying.

"Fuck it," he said. "I forfeit." 

That cut my mirth short. Daniel strode from the front of the room, the other students becoming aware that something new was happening to cut the drudgery. He barely paused to grab his bag and coat and headed straight towards me, each step more sure and growing in speed. His brown eyes burned into me and my breath became stuck in my lungs. 

Like a bull running down a Spaniard, he made it to me in record time. His grip closed around my wrist and yanked me from my seat in one smooth motion. He didn't stop to see if I was following, he just dragged me bodily from the room. Not with violence or ill intent, his grip was firm but not painful. He knew I would follow. He was just giving me very firm instructions to do so. In a flash, the door was opened and he lead me into the hall, letting it slam behind us loudly, echoing down the empty hallways.

Daniel still held my wrist in his grip, his arm extended behind him as he strode surely. I watched the muscles of his legs and ass as he moved, covered by the suit pants but doing little to actually hide their magnificence. We'd gone about 25 yards in this fashion, Daniel leading and pulling me from behind when I finally found my voice.

"What are you doing?" I asked. 

There was more than a little desire in that question and I felt my cock start to swell in my pants, beginning to fill Daniel's loaned jockstrap to bursting.

Daniel was silent. He lead us around first one corner and then another as my trepidations and desire mounted in equal measure. After a third turn down a hallway I hadn't seen before, Daniel's pace quickened until we were almost jogging over the linoleum tiles. With a grunt like a football tackle, Daniel suddenly turned and pushed open a bathroom door I hadn't noticed. He yanked me into the room before I had a moment to adjust.

I heard, rather than saw, Daniel's coat and bag as he threw them inside the small two-stalled room. I remember the sun through the clouded windows made a bright but still somehow dingy rectangle on the floor, but everything else escaped my notice. Daniel released my wrist and gripped my face between his palms as he pushed me to the wall, using his mastery of my body to ensure I didn't slam my head into it.

He pushed his mouth onto mine and kissed me deeply, his tongue forcing its' way inside. My muscles turned to water and my own bag and coat crumpled to the ground at my feet. His scent was intoxicating, the heat and pressure of him as he ground himself into me a shock like the first blast of Boston cold at the airport. My body shivered uncontrollably in the same way. His tongue traveled my mouth and I returned his advance as best I could in my hazy state. 

When he released me I mumbled: "What the hell was that for?" as I tried to catch my breath and calm my racing heart.

His hands were still on my face but had softened their touch to a gentle caress.

"I need to get you out of my system."

As high as I had just been, I came crashing down just as far.

"Why?" I struggled against the rising tears. He would not see me cry twice in one day. I wouldn't allow it.

"Because, I can't be thinking about you all day, every day. I can't be thinking about what I want to do to your body in the middle of AP English. Or what I want you to do to mine. I'll fail inside a week."

And just like that, I was soaring again. 

Daniel's troubled expression was the only thing keeping me tethered to the earth. He was really going through something. What it was, I couldn't begin to define, but it was writ large on his features. Lust was there, passion as well and the usual fears of reproach and rejection. It looked as if he were mapping out his possible courses of action. The steps and reactions and counter reactions that could take place should he choose to go one way down this crossroads as opposed to another. 

Though I was far from sure which road we should travel, I knew which routes to avoid. And in that moment, I desperately wanted to lead him away from the more nasty options. So I relied on that most sacred of teenaged social skills: the obtuse question.

"What's wrong?" I asked, not really wanting him to answer and fearful he would.

"I don't know," He answered, leaving the space for my heart to begin to beat again. "Maybe nothing. Probably nothing. I mean...," he faltered. 

I stared at him in the silence, memorizing his face at that precise moment, bathed in dusty afternoon sunlight from the windows, just in case this was all about to end.

He sighed deeply, as if he was releasing all of his anxiety in that one long breath.

"Don't look at me like that, David, " he said in mock desperation. "It's not fair."

"I'm sorry," I said, and meant it, truly afraid I was the cause of his turmoil.

"Shut up. You have nothing to apologize for." 

Before he'd finished speaking, his words obviously meant to soothe me despite his own discomfort being more crucial, he pressed his lips to my neck and kissed the space behind my ears. His open grip moved through my hair, starting at the base of my neck and traveling slowly until he held the back of my head in his open palm. His other hand found the front of my black dress pants and covered my throbbing erection in his grip.

His lips at my throat, kissing lightly and then moving to a new location before I got used to it, over and over again ,made my skin tingle.

"Daniel," I sighed into him. 

His fingers fumbled with the buttons of my shirt, working from the top down. His lips never left my skin as he licked my collar bones and showered a line of kisses down my sternum, each new contact sending me to my toes.

His hands found my hips as his fingers tried to undo my belt, a race to see wether the pants or the shirt would succumb first, but sure that both would eventually give way to his assault. Daniel pushed me away from the wall and towards the window sill at the far end of the room, directly facing the still unlocked door. The backs of my thighs hit the tiled windowsill and I sat down hard. 




Speech and Debate Pt. 04



Daniel's hands squeezed at my thighs and grabbed at my full crotch. His kisses to my chest pushed my shoulder blades to the window and I sat there like a rag doll, unable to control my limbs, completely at his mercy.

"Let me do this, please?" he begged me between kisses, working his way down my ribs and across my stomach. "I need to have you."

I grabbed his head against the rising sensations as he neared my cock with his kisses, his breath hot on me. 

"I want you to," I breathed. 

That was all he needed to hear. His strong fingers soon ripped open my belt and nearly tore the zipper on my pants as he opened me to air. He growled deep in his chest as he looked at my rigid tool through the black cotton and for the first time in my life, I understood what it felt like to be desired, wanted, craved. 

Daniel took the opportunity of my hips rising from the windowsill to flip me towards the wall. My arms locked and gripped the sill, my pants pooling near my ankles. The exposed globes of my ass were open to the air, outlined by the thin elastic strips of Daniel's jock. My hole trembled at the new vulnerability. I gritted my teeth and sucked air into my lungs with difficulty, the potential pleasure reaching nearly painful heights.

Daniel's lips on the small of my back caused me to arch back into him, his hands taking the muscles of my ass and easily enfolding them in his manly grip. He tugged them apart and I was truly exposed to him for the first time. 

At first, his tongue just flicked with the gentlest pressure against the sensitive skin of my hole, teasing me to life but making my arms tremble beneath me. He held me open and took my shivers for the cue they were. He lapped more firmly.

If you've never been rimmed by a guy who's eaten pussy before, I can't recommend it highly enough. If they can master the complex female form, the more primal make up of the male ass was low hanging fruit, so to speak. 

He began to fuck my ass with his tongue, wetting my opening thoroughly. The groans that escaped from him only heightened the experience. In my stupor, I must have realized the door was still unlocked behind us and anyone at all could have walked in and found Daniel with his face buried in my pale ass at any moment.

Let them watch. That wasn't going to stop me.

Daniel reached in front of me and finally freed my cock from its prison, allowing it to swing to rest in his palm. I fucked myself against his torrent of tongue work and used the forward gyration to pump myself into his hand. It was an even call as to which ball of pleasure I sought to deepen more. Photo finish as far as I'm concerned.

After an eternity of submitting to him on all fronts, Daniel rose from his crouch and I felt his bulge as he pushed it against me.

"God, you feel so good," He breathed into my ear, echoing my internal monologue. 

My hips and his found a rhythm and rocked together making us both groan.

"I want you to fuck me," I said.

The voice that came from my lips was full of surety though I don't remember authorizing it to be heard. The body wants what it wants when it wants it.

"Are you sure?" 

"I NEED you inside me, Daniel. Right now." I felt like a horrible slut for the admission, but I'd never spoken truer words.

"I didn't bring any lube..."

Though it was almost painful to voluntarily withdraw my ass from his still covered cock, I spun and sank to my knees in front of him. His belt and zipper gave way easily to my prodding, and I removed his cock from his grey-green boxer briefs and hooked them under his low hanging balls.

I could have stared at his uncut cock and reveled at the way it seemed crafted specifically for my hand, but instead I straightened my tongue and made quick circles around his head and foreskin, lapping up his plentiful pre cum as I went, savoring the sweet liquid. I opened myself and shoved him all the way inside me. He filled me completely and made my ass ache for the same attention. On the back stroke I made sure to lather his cock with wetness.

When I was sufficiently sure I'd gotten him going and thoroughly lubricated, I rose and turned. I placed my hands on the wall in front of me, one hand gripping the windowsill, the other stabilized on the bare wall. I pushed my ass towards him and arched my back, begging him to take me. 

"Fuck me, Daniel. Now. Please."

He gripped his cock in his hand and guided it to my ass. The first contact was electric. His smooth skin slid easily over me, my wet hole and his wet cock meshing perfectly.

"Yes...," I moaned and pushed back. 

He pressed more firmly, his head against my hole. I pushed myself back and felt him enter me. My entire body was on fire, past the point of pain or pleasure and just fizzling on pure nerves. My breath left my lungs in a deep sigh when he pushed forward and I pushed back. I felt myself fill with him, pushing out all room for anything else, my tight hole gripping his dick like a vice but easily allowing him in.

"Holy shit," Daniel groaned as he neared his destination. I felt his hips settle onto my bare ass and his fingers grip my hips bones is a still firm but shakier hold. He pushed home and I saw stars.

I took the lead and moved myself up and down his pole, slowly at first but with increasing speed. My ass pushed him out and then pulled him back in, my hips rocking forward and back. I could feel each millimeter as it left me and then retook it's position inside me.

I pulled back further, nearly allowing him to leave my tunnel and felt his cock head press against my prostate. My cock throbbed and a strong stream of precum erupted from me.

"You're ass is so tight," Daniel said as his hands moved up my spine, thumbs pressing gently, massaging any tension from my muscles. "Fuck, I'm not going to last long."

Then I'd better get to work.

"Pound me," I breathed. "Fuck me hard."

"You sure?"

I slammed my ass all the way down on his hard cock, feeling his pubes on my cheeks and moaning loudly as I did. That should answer his question.

There are rare moments when your soul leaves your body. Near death experiences. Spirit Quests. When Daniel grabbed my hips like handle bars on a bicycle and started fucking me against the bathroom wall was a third.

The speed of him was breathtaking. My chest pressed to the wall and windowsill in front of me and I used whatever strength remained in my arms to push further into him. Daniel growled like a wild cat as he picked up speed. His cock hit my spot over and over, twice a second, once in and once out. My mouth hung open and my slit oozed a steady stream. I could already feel the explosion building in my balls. I dared not reach down and touch my own cock for fear I might actually kill myself with sheer pleasure.

"Oh, fuck me Daniel. Yes, oh shit, fuck me. You're cock feels so good."

I knew he liked "dirty talk" but the words just fell from me without thought.

"Ahhh, David, I'm close. Oh my god, I'm gonna cum soon. I can't...ohhh."

His cock was like hot iron inside me. And there was only one way to quench that fire.

"Do it. Cum in my ass." I said in broken pants as he pistoned in and out of me.

"Ahh, I can't."

"Give me your load, Daniel. Cum in me. I want to feel you inside me. Yesssss...do it for me." I urged him on.

With a sound like nothing I'd ever heard, Daniel's cock buried into me to the hilt and expanded. I felt it swell, felt the cum travel from his balls and down his shaft, his head against my prostate until it, too, grew. The first blast sent me hurtling over the edge. My ass grabbed at his cock, milking him, three, four, five times, each new jet being matched as my own cum splashed into the wall before me, his cum filling me up and mine streaming to the floor.

Daniel stayed buried in me until his cock finished twitching. When he removed himself, slowly with each inch causing him to shake a bit from the sensitivity, I held his load deep inside me, not letting any of it escape. My breathing began to lengthen again and I climbed down to reality, my cock still leaking a little.

"That was...shit...what the fuck was that?" Daniel asked. 

For the second time, he was flustered and at a loss for words. I enjoyed him like that. He was cute when he was just a little bit off of his game.

"I'm glad you approve." I joked as I lifted my pants from around my ankles, careful not to let any of Daniel escape my still aching hole.

"Yeah. I approve. Shit...fuck me, dude." Daniel had one hand to his temple. His cock still glistened wetly in the sunlight, covered in his own cum and my ass. 

"Maybe later," I shot back. He chuckled and gave me that crooked half smile again. I stuffed my semi hard cock back in my pants and zipped up.

"How was it for you?" he asked. 

His insecurity and desire for reassurance was endearing. In reply I gestured to the massive amounts of my genetic material currently drying on the tile wall. He laughed again and zipped himself up.

"That was so different from what I expected. Better. Way better than when I fuck Amy."

"Gee thanks. So sweet of you to mention someone else you've fucked so soon after breeding my hole for the first time."

I meant it to be a bit biting and it had that effect.

"No!" he said with concern. "Sorry, I didn't mean to compare...you're not any...shit..."

"Don't worry about it," I giggled, his panic melting any little anger I might have held at the mention of the dread cheerleader, Amy.

He took me at my word and placed a gentle kiss on my lips, just a second of contact that ended far too soon.

"Thanks," he said. I was unsure if he meant for the use of my ass, or the forgiveness of his post-coital faux pas.

"Sorry if I got a little too into it there for a minute. I don't know what came over me." 

"Was I not there too? I seem to recall fucking myself on your dick pretty forcefully. You didn't do anything I didn't ask you to do. Want you to do."

Daniel's reassured grin was like a shelter against the storms that continued to rage in me. I could hold on to that if things ever got mixed up again.

Daniel gathered up his coat and bag from their original resting place against the wall and collected mine from near the door. He handed them to me with a friendly shove.

"What are you going to do about your last round?" he asked, suddenly aware of where we were and that we had come here to compete.

"Nothing. It's not like they matter anyway."

"Yeah." He agreed.

"Do you want to get something to eat?Get out of here?" I asked nervously.

His features immediately brightened further and he nodded his ascent.

"I'd love to. Lead the way." He gestured to the door. When I reached it and pulled it open I was sure that there would be a waiting crowd of spectators who had heard him fucking me senseless and bare against the bathroom wall. I wasn't sure if they'd applaud my involuntary groans or stone me for them, but thankfully the hallway was blessedly absent of judgmental eyes. I stepped into the hall, my ass still tingling , the warmth of Daniel's cum still trapped and held deep inside me.

"Don't you want to...ya know...get rid of that?" Daniel asked as we walked in the general direction where we assumed we'd find the staircase to the first floor.

"Not on your mother fucking life," I said as I continued to lead the way.

The rest of the afternoon was spent in a daze of meals, conversation, coffee, more conversation, smiles and laughs. All the while, I could feel Daniel's strength inside of me still. Whenever my mind wandered to the tingles that still centered on my sore hole, my cock would swell in my pants.

After a while, we ended up back at the hotel. I regretfully cleaned up from our delicious session and crawled beneath the covers. I was exhausted. More tired than I could remember being since my last week of sophomore year, when I had three final exams in one day and had remained awake on nothing but red bull and espresso for 36 hours straight. 

The day thus far had seen my highest highs and lowest lows and ended in the most mind blowing sexual experience of my young life. My brain NEEDED to shut down and sleep to process some of the raw data I'd thrown at it over the past 12 hours. 

My nap was deep and blessedly dreamless. I couldn't have survived any more fantastic dreams after having lived through one in the waking world. There's a reason we forget the things our subconscious cooks up at night, nine times out of ten. We aren't meant to handle that stuff.

When I woke some time later, the sky outside the window was beginning to darken, the deep purples and almost fluorescent pinks and oranges of the setting sun finally allowing me to admit that the North did have it's advantages. 

The sound of short bursts of air at very regular intervals was all I could hear. Confused, I roused myself from beneath the covers and sat up in bed.

Daniel was on the floor at the foot of my bed. He lay on his back, his torso bare and his huge arms laced behind his head, his chest spread to its most broad as he repeated his crunches rapidly. I watched him for a moment, counting 15, 16, 17, 18. There was no telling how long he had been going before I woke up and noticed him, but a sheen of sweat covered his hairy chest and never-unmoving abs. I watched them contract and loosen at blinding speed, at least to me, who would have been panting for oxygen at half the pace and praying for death, to boot.

To make his actions all the more obscene, Daniel wore only his white jock strap for covering. Though his hips remained on the floor, from my position nearer his feet, I had a fantastic view of his muscled ass as he crunched up and back down, each time, gently squeezing, small dimples appearing at his hips.

Fuck, I wanted to pounce on him like those lions in the National Geographic Nature specials.

I must have made some sort of noise, because Daniel finally noticed me and my moment of voyeurism came to an end. At the top of a crunch, he unlaced his fingers and lounged back on his elbows, a broad grin on his face, apparently unaware of just how...impossible...he looked simply laying there.

"Good morning, sleepy head. Thought you were going to sleep forever." He said as he prepared to get up from the floor.

"Oh no. By all means, stay where you are. Don't get up on my account. I'd be just fine if you never moved an inch from right there except for me to devour you." 

My nap had worked wonders on my confidence. Or maybe it was my hormones once again gaining control over my brain. Most likely, both.

"You like it when I work out, huh?" I nodded. "I haven't done my routine these past two days, thanks to someone distracting me." He jerked his head in my general direction, but I was happy to see that he didn't move from his lounging on the floor.

"Can I get up and onto the bed yet, nerd?" he asked from beneath me. "Had your fill?"

"Nope. But get up if you simply must." I rolled back and threw my arms dramatically over my eyes as if this were the most grave imposition. Daniel flopped down next to me on his side, not quite touching me anywhere. I reached my hand forward to draw my fingers over his hard nipple when he suddenly slapped me away.

"Nuh uh," he clicked, wagging his finger at me like a cartoon school marm. "No, sir. Same rules as this morning. No touching for you. You can only watch."

This thing with Daniel, whatever it was, was like stepping into a pro sports game having never read the rulebook or even watched a match. I had no idea what he was going to decree next, what line I would cross or wether I was able to proceed as planned. He certainly had a way of keeping me on my toes. Or back. Or knees. 

Watching Daniel as he teased himself with his own hairy hands nearly caused me to commit a crime. 

His fingers took one of his dark nipples, surrounded by his trimmed black hair, and twisted hard, his hips pushing his jock-covered-cock towards our heads. 

But I couldn't grab it.

Another pull on his nipple and his free hand stroked on his tool through the fabric and made him moan, his mouth open and his tongue running around his lips.

I lay there powerless. Only watching.

He put two fingers in his mouth and sucked on them, his eyes closed but his face slowly turning to me while he rubbed his leaking cock continuously.

I didn't know where to look first. If only I could have split screen vision!

He brought his thick, wet fingers down between his legs and roughly fingered his ass hole, pushing himself up into the air as he rode his own hand.

"Mmm, David," He moaned through gritted teeth.

I'm not sure what happened next. I'm pretty certain I must have lost consciousness. The next thing I remember is Daniel with the vibrator he'd bought last night lubed up and pressed to his hole in his own grip. Then more blank memory overload when he pushed it inside his visibly pulsing opening and screamed my name again. 

Daniel was the first to break the rule of no-touching when he flipped the lid to the lube and squeezed some onto my waiting prick.

"It's so big." He whispered close to my ear as he lubed up my cock. "Do you think I'll be able to take it all?

With that, one muscular thigh rose from the bed and crushed my stomach to the mattress, as he straddled my hips. One hand behind him, he teased my cock and rubbed it over his now ready jock-hole.

I lay in stunned silence, eyes wide with what must have looked like fear but was something more akin to awe. Daniel leaned forward to kiss me, our mouths still closed, resting on his forearms as he pressed the tip of my aching cock into his willing ass.

"Ooooh, fuck," he moaned into me. His hips began the slow journey forward, each small change pushing another portion of me inside him. His ass was hotter than anything I'd thought possible. His face contorted a bit but he continued his deliberate pace, adjusting in intervals and breathing deeply. His cock pulsed through his jock, his precum beginning to make a small pool on my upper stomach.

"Oh, my god." I felt as my cock pushed past his prostate. The pool got significantly larger. 

At first, I could feel the muscles of his virgin ass spasm uncontrollably as I was buried deeper and deeper into him. Soon, the spasms quieted as Daniel learned to ride the sensations, breathe through them, and then ultimately master them to use on my trapped cock.

"You're dick is amazing," he whispered to me.

My brain was screaming to just ram it in! End this slow progression. But I ignored it and let him lead this. 

A final deep breath followed by an equally deep kiss and I was buried to the hilt in him, his ass twitching around my tool, but my balls resting against the glistening skin of his bare ass. Daniel seemed to be shining. He nearly glowed from the inside.

He wiggled and moved his hips as he adjusted to the feeling of my cock keeping his spine aligned. His hands were on my chest as he began to rock back and forth in small undulating motions. 

He was using muscles I didn't know existed, much less had names like Adductor, Abductor, and Adonis Plate. He never removed more than an inch of my hardness from him before he rocked back and took it back inside. He soon found the ability to synch is external rocking with the internal pulsing of his hole. I swear I could watch his abs contract before my eyes and FEEL as his ass squeezed me tightly, pulsed up and down my entire shaft. I imagined my cock was rubbing up along the muscles I could see, fucking him from the inside, involuntarily tensing his abs from behind. 

"I want you to fuck me," Daniel growled at me in his husky baritone. "Slowly."

My hands were on his hips in a flash, holding him down on my cock, feeling him pulse along me. He let out a long groan as I eased myself from him, withdrawing almost to the end, before easing slowly back in.




Speech and Debate Pt. 04



"Holy shit...do that again."

With pleasure.

In to the hilt, out slowly, back in at a crawl. He felt and registered every inch. His body made that clear.

I didn't want to go much faster. If I did, this would all be over too soon. When he rocked his hips back, I rolled mine forward so I pressed fully into him. On the back stroke, I held his hips in place so that I never fully exited his ass. With this rhythm, Daniel, the Captain of the Lacrosse team, rode my cock.

"Ahhh, it feels so huge inside me. Fuck...don't stop fucking me. You're going to make me shoot, soon. Fuck yes!"

The stream of sexy talk was nearly constant, as if my cock was physically pushing the words from inside of him.

"God I want you to pound me, but I don't want this to stop. Keep going like this. Fuck me! Your cock, David. Shit I love your cock in my ass."

My name on his passion addled lips made me want to give him the pounding he desired. Somehow, I controlled myself.

"You're going to make me cum soon. I want to feel what you felt today. Cum in me. Please?"

"Fuck, yes," I agreed.

He leaned forward and kissed me fully. My cock slid smoothly inside him and just as smoothly withdrew and repeated. 

"Ohhhhhh, fuck. Cum in me, David. I want to feel you shoot in my tight ass. Are you going to cum for me?"

I continued my fucking but felt my balls draw up tighter. Daniel must have sensed the oncoming storm and it made him groan as he rode me faster.

"Oh, shit, Daniel, I'm so close."

Daniel's rocking picked up a little steam.

"Yeah? Fuck yes, cum in my hole."

I reached between us and tore the jock strap away from his cock so I could wrap my hand over his uncut member as my cock pulsed and stretched his ass apart. The contact was enough to send him to the moon.

His jizz coated my stomach and spilled into my palm. It caused his muscles to tense on my cock, to tighten so much I thought he would squeeze me out of existence. As if to protect itself from annihilation, my prick expanded even further as I felt my cum splatter against Daniel's insides. I kept thrusting as I came, coating every inch of him with my seed and watching as my orgasm drove him to a second unexpected extension of his own. In a moment both his ass and my chest and stomach were literally coated in 18-year-old boy cum.

Our breaths were ragged and Daniel collapsed on top of me, his face pressed to the side of my neck and shoulders, but his ass still spasming and thrashing around my equally sensitive cock, oozing myself into him. Every now and then, an involuntary shiver would make him convulse. The old southern ladies would say "someone's walking' on your grave," but I tend to believe losing your anal virginity had more to do with it than old school superstition. 

We didn't do much speaking over the next several hours. At some point, Daniel ordered us room service and scared the bell boy who delivered it thirty minutes later by answering the door with a his erection pointed straight into the hallway. He tipped the man generously before bounding back into the bed beside me. Our food was cold by the time we ended up eating it. 

The old adage of "fucking like bunnies," seems appropriate. 

Daniel enjoyed the slower, longer sessions when he took my dick inside him and forced me to cum twice more. We tried for a third, but by that point, I was shooting almost painful blanks.

He returned the favor twice more, once on my side and once with my knees pulled to my chest and my hips resting on a pile of pillows. 

My skin was wrinkly from our third shower in maybe four hours when we finally collapsed to the bed and stared at the ceiling, both of our bodies at the limit of their abilities. One arm was thrown over my chest, attempting to hold my racing heart inside when I felt his fingers lace through my other hand.

"Don't worry," he said as he drew our entwined hands to his own hairy chest and covered it with his other palm.

"Hmm?" I asked, pretending not to have heard him, unsure I was able to walk this path of conversation right now.

"Don't worry. Seriously. You have nothing to be afraid of."

I kept my eyes on the ceiling.

"You don't understand." I said, the mix of powerful adolescent emotions beginning to come to a boil inside me. "You can't. You are too good to be believed. I know it's only exploration, like you said, but..."

"You can't be stupid enough to believe that line, still? Not now," he said from beside me. "I thought you were smarter than that."

"That's the second time today that you've questioned my intelligence." I scoffed. "What am I supposed to believe?"

The question hung unanswered between us for a while.

"I'm not sure." Daniel said, but he pressed our interwoven hands to his chest even tighter. "Can't we just enjoy it for now? Still? I don't know what will happen tomorrow, but you can feel that right?" His hands pressed me into his chest, his heartbeat pounding out a strong, steady, sure rhythm beneath my fingers.

I nodded.

"Just focus on that for now. And know that I will find a way to see you. When we get home."

I turned my face towards the window, not wanting him to see the tears that leaked from my eyes, the unparalleled joy that mocked me as I caught my reflection in the surface of the darkened window panes.

"Don't worry about that." He finished the thought. I felt him snuggle up behind me, our spent bodies finding comfortable spaces again, molding to each other with now practiced ease. His arm and our locked grip wound over my shoulder and was pressed into my chest.

"Get the light?" he asked and kissed the back of my neck.

I turned the knob and sent the room into darkness.

I tried to memorize the feeling of that moment, to take a snapshot that I could look at whenever I needed it. In a few hours, everything was going to change. No matter what way we worked out together or alone, tomorrow was a day of total change. 

I had begun this trip as one person, someone I could understand and knew how to be. The past three nights had obliterated that man. Tomorrow, I would have to start figuring out who I was now, after Daniel.

During Daniel.

God, I hoped it was during and not after. I'm not a religious person, but I never prayed so hard for anything as I did that night. 

By the time I was able to drift off the sleep, Daniel was slumbering peacefully behind me, nestled into my hair and squeezing me almost uncomfortably close. 

Memorize it.

"I will find a way to see you. When we get home."

Tomorrow I started rebuilding myself. And I would start with that single piece of information as my new foundation.



Speech and Debate Pt. 05



The Shattered Expectations of New Locations




Sometimes, living inside your mind can be far preferable to reality. For most people, that's one of the main purposes of dreams: to live out the things we would never do, or say, or feel, when forced into the real world. We can be anything we want to be, change the parts of ourselves we wish were different, and explore our deepest desires, all in the comfort of our imaginations. No consequences. I lived in that dream world a lot, and not only while sleeping. 

While my physical body was beginning to come to life on the now familiar hotel room bed on my final night in Boston, my mind tried desperately to remain in my fantasy. I remember my voice in my head saying, "No! Please! Not yet, don't wake up. Just give me a few more moments here!"

But as is always the case, when you try to grasp at something as ephemeral as your dreams, they dissipate all the quicker, leaving you with only a dim, vague, misty remembrance of the happiness you traveled through while the moon reigned in the skies. 

On this morning, our last together, I awoke from the alternate life in my head and fought against it's fading for only a moment. For once, and maybe for the last time, my body was in a reality that my dreams themselves couldn't hope to match. My contented interior journey was given the permission to continue.

My head rested on Daniel's chest, and I wondered at how he could feel so hard and so gentle at the same time. My body was wrapped around his like a koala clinging to a tree, every limb and appendage finding a place to take hold and pull him closer into me. My eyes were itchy and I rubbed them as I got my bearings. I felt Daniel shift under me, turning his neck awkwardly to look down at me as I began to stir.

"Hey there. Morning," his voice was soft and gentle, pitched so that only I could hear it, even as close as we were. His hands traveled the open space of my back and he rocked me gently into him so he could kiss my hair.

"Hi," I replied when I realized this was not, in fact, a dream and I possessed the power to speak. "How long have you been awake?"

"A little while, now." His hand came to rest lightly on my ass, squeezing gently.

"You should have just pushed me off." 

"I like you right where you are."

I smiled and nuzzled into him again. We lay like that in the silence for a while, my fingers tracing the outline of his pecs and his lazily tripping over my back and shoulders. I think that neither one of us wanted to move from there because we knew, if we did, that it would mean what I feared was truly about to start. If we moved, we would have to leave this place, go back home, and this world we created together would come to an end. So we stayed there, together, for as long as we could.

When the time came that we could hold out no longer and our obligations to life, no matter how cruel they seemed at the time, were truly before us, Daniel moved first.

Quietly and with a gentleness I will always remember him for, he unwound my limbs from him and rose to his feet. I took a final look at his splendid nakedness, knowing this could be the last. He reached back to me and held out his hand. I took it silently.

I don't know why we didn't speak, why we didn't say the things that I know I wanted to say to him. But it seemed sacrilegious to spoil this time with speech. He pulled me to my feet and steadied me against him, my palms moving to his chest, rubbing the hairy mounds tenderly. Daniel brushed a light kiss against my lips, looking up at me through his bright brown eyes. He retook my hand, his fingers easily weaving into my own, and lead me to the bathroom, our bare feet on the carpet the only soundtrack to my waking dream. 

Daniel's hand never let go of mine as he turned on the shower, checked the temperature and pulled back the curtain. He pulled me gently into the spray, the water barely registering against my skin, so entranced was I by him. I leaned my head back into the water and felt Daniel's fingers, finally released from my embrace, rake through my hair, pushing it back from my face. 

He stared at me for what felt like hours as the water splashed against us, his palm pressed to my cheek. When he turned his head and leaned in to kiss me, I was there to meet him halfway.

His lips on mine, as they had been so often over the past few days, were somehow terribly new now. Our tongues began their familiar dance, but the music they danced to today was full of loss and regret. 

It felt like a goodbye. One that I didn't want to end and that I intended to draw out until the sun turned cold.

Soon, the bond we had formed began to overpower even the possibility of its own destruction, and I felt Daniel's cock press against our stomachs, the sensitive parts of me rubbing into the sensitive parts of him. My kisses moved from his lips to his neck and I pulled him into me. My hands prodded at his ass, spreading his strong muscles and exploring the valley between them, easing close to and lightly pressing on his hole, making him sigh. 

I slipped my finger inside him and felt him go onto his toes, his hole squeezing me, his hand grabbing my face and pulling my lips back down to his. My finger worked in and out, feeling him relax and get used to the pressure. When he released my face, he reached between us to grip my hard cock and gently pushed my shoulders against the now slick tiles of the broad wall.

Daniel turned gracefully, the bulk of his muscles betrayed by the lightness of his movements, and guided my cock head towards his willing hole. There was none of the hesitance or teasing as in the previous sessions, and none of the animal lust and passion either. Just a tenderness and eagerness that set my nerves to singing before I'd even entered him.

Pressed as I was to the wall, Daniel had complete control and he used it. I felt his ass expand around my cock as he slowly pushed himself back against me. His body responded on instinct, opening for me and mixing our two beings together without conflict. His hips rested on my own in a matter of seconds and I felt myself fully encased in him, the pressure of his body milking my shaft in soft waves.

Daniel reached behind him with one massive arm and craned his neck around, drawing my head down so he could kiss me. He rocked his hips forward and back against my hardness as we kissed, causing him to moan into my mouth as he found his rhythm.

I could have lasted for hours like that. The slow and steady pace Daniel set for us seemed designed to fire each nerve in turn, dialing up the tension in ever-so-slight amounts. I watched the muscles in his back and shoulders contract, felt his ass press against my hips and reveled when my cock head brushed against his prostate and he'd convulse around my tool. 

Though I loved his dirty talk previously, even heard it on repeat in my mind when we were apart, it was out of place that morning. Instead of speaking, I simply listened to his body and my own as they fought the rising pleasure and postponed their imminent separation. 

Language has it's limits.

Daniel must have felt every minute adjustment my body made while pressed inside him. Without saying anything, he sensed when I was nearing my orgasm and gently removed himself from my cock, turned, and sank to his knees. He jerked my shaft for only a moment before I felt it rising.

He tilted his head back and opened his mouth with my cock on his outstretched tongue. His eyes stared up at me, the water beading on his smooth olive skin, trapped by his morning stubble. I had the pleasure of watching as stream after stream of my cum flew into his mouth, coated his tongue in white. He groaned and took half of my length inside him, swallowing my seed despite his full mouth. Gently, he kissed and licked my cock clean, careful not to spill a drop of me.

When he rose to kiss me again, so I could taste myself on his tongue, I was racked by a wave of what I can only describe as gratefulness. In that moment, I was so blessedly thankful to be where I was, with him. It felt as if everything I'd been through till that point, all the hardships and heartache, the happiness and misery, joy and pain, everything that stitched together into what we humans call a life, all of it had lead me to be there, Daniel's lips pressed to mine, where I was supposed to be. 

Yesterday, he had made me feel wanted and desired. Today, he made me feel...right. I will be in his debt forever for that alone.

The mediocrity of the hotel towels wasn't an issue when Daniel pressed the fabric to my skin and began to dry me off. My chest and stomach trembled under his placid touch. First one arm and then the other, he wrapped in the terrycloth. He knelt down before me, crouching easily on his heels, his skin glistening wetly in the harsh fluorescent lights. He slowly drew the towel up my legs, working from my ankles to my calves and then encircling my thighs. My cock he saved for last. The fabric on my throbbing, post orgasm tingly member sent my head back and my eyes fluttering closed. 

All of this, the attention he lavished on my inferior body, he did in silence, only looking up at me from time to time, his eyes and face inscrutable.

I found myself paralyzed where I stood, transfixed by his eyes, caught in the web he didn't seem to realize he had spun around me with chords of iron. Daniel seemed to understand that I was unable, maybe unwilling, to budge from the spot where I stood, glued to the floor in awe. He retrieved another towel and held my gaze as he dried himself.

He must have known that he didn't need to ask me to follow him when he turned and reentered the bedroom. He simply sent me one of his half-crooked smiles, pressed his palm, fingers spread, to the center of my chest, over my heart, and exited the bathroom.

Have you ever been in one of those situations where you just knew, if you opened your mouth, you would set off a chain reaction the likes of which you were simply incapable of handling? That is where I was as Daniel and I picked out our outfits and dressed in the growing morning light. So many times, I came near to speaking, screaming, shouting what was roiling inside me. But my tongue remained lead in my mouth. 

We collected our discarded clothes and belongings from wherever they had been thrown in last night's marathon sexploits and tucked, folded, or threw them into our suitcases. Daniel packed away the vibrator and lube he'd bought, and tossed me the stainless steel cock ring he'd gotten me, as yet unused in the confusion and rush of the weekend. 

His zipper wound around his luggage and we stood, him on one side of the bed, and me on the other. His hands rested easily on his hips and I pushed mine nervously into the pockets of my jeans. 

"Daniel, I...," I started in a rush.

Daniel shook his head and I quieted.

"Please," he begged, his voice breaking a bit and shattering my heart in my chest when it did. "Please, don't. I can't take it. Okay?"

I nodded.

My luggage seemed to weigh more than I did as I pulled it from the bed, extended the handle and rolled it to the door. My hand reached for the handle, but hesitated just centimeters from the cold silver metal.

If I turned that handle, I knew what it meant. I...couldn't. 

I felt Daniel behind me, waiting for me to open the door so we could meet our group in the lobby, as we both knew we must. I could hear his breath, long and deep, as if he was trying to calm himself against a tide of emotion. I felt the tears coming to my eyes again and silently cursed myself for allowing this. Three times in as many days, I had let Daniel see me cry.

Fuck it. Fuck it all.

I turned, my luggage abandoned behind me and grabbed his face in between my hands, smashing myself into him with a roughness I didn't intend, but have never regretted. His arms clasped instantly around my waist. I fought to breathe between our kisses, sucking in air when I could but never wanting to pull back from his lips. I grabbed at him, clawed at his clothes with abandon, everything else forgotten but the feel of his lips. My tears came hot and fast and, had Daniel's mouth not covered and devoured mine, the sobs would have wracked me. 

To my surprise, Daniel's cheeks shone wetly with his own tears. When the moment subsided, I held him to me, my forehead pressed to his, our noses nearly touching, chests heaving in time, punctuated by a falling drop of liquid sadness from either him or me. It didn't matter anymore. 

I would have been perfectly happy to stay like that until I died of hunger or old age. All else seemed meaningless. I don't know if this was love, but whatever it was had pierced me and destroyed what I thought had mattered before. It all seemed like dust, now.

Daniel's last kiss, as soft as breath, drove what was left of my mind from me.

Daniel must have opened the door and lead me to the elevators. I don't remember moving. Part of me is still standing in that hotel room in Boston, holding Daniel against me and feeling that last embrace of his lips on mine. 

The ride to the airport was uneventful. The security checkpoints and check-in counters passed me by in a daze. My classmates chatted amiably around me, but their words were like so much buzzing. I heard none of it. When someone called my name, I tried to smile half-heartedly at them, but they each seemed to recognize that I was not my self and were unwilling to press me further. 

I don't know what I would have said if they had been.

The wait for our flight seemed both interminable and instant. Walking the causeway towards the airplane door felt like I was walking to my execution. I could sense Daniel plodding along behind me but found little comfort in his presence. 

Daniel had somehow found the presence of mind to arrange our seats together again. This plane was much larger than the one we'd taken to get here: three seats on the outside of two aisles and rows of five abreast snaking down the middle. I found my place on one of the window seats about halfway down the plane and leaned my forehead to the ovular glass.

I watched the people scurrying about the tarmac below, hauling luggage and waving flashlights. I'm sure it was all very important but I paid it no mind. My hands came to my face every now and then to dislodge the unshed tears I couldn't keep from appearing at my eyes time and again. We readied for take off and I still sat, head against the window, staring blankly. 

I hadn't heard Daniel ask one of the flight attendants for a blanket, so when I felt it brush against my left side, not covering my lap, but pooling beside me and obscuring my left hand beneath it's navy blue lengths, I jolted a bit.

Daniel's strong fingers searched for mine beneath the cover, found them and clung to my grip. I turned to look at him and he smiled at me, squeezing my hand tightly in his own. His thumb worked lazy circles over my fingers, tracing my knuckles.

"I'm not going anywhere, nerd," he said quietly. "It's going to be alright. I promise."

Our fingers remained laced together for the entire hour and forty five minute flight, though we still held our silence. I would have caused a scene if I had spoken. Even if we could have engineered a repeat performance of our bathroom antics from our first flight, I wouldn't have been able to. I tried to take what little strength I could from Daniel's sure grip on my hand and began the attempt at putting my life together again, futile though that seemed to be.

The flight ended too soon and our grip on each other had to come to an end. Even the excitement of baggage claim and the chatter about school in the morning did little to lighten my mood or unshackle my tongue. The hour long ride back to campus was spent as the flight had been, Daniel next to me, our fingers gripped together until my knuckles were white from the strength of it. 

The wide gates of our school, with the well manicured lawns and majestic fountain soon came into view and the van we'd hired to drive us from the airport pulled into the mostly abandoned Senior Parking Lot.

My used Toyota Camry seemed out of place, even in the almost empty lot. Escalades and Beamers, Mercedes and Audis were more the style for my prestigious private school. Several parents sat in their cars, most of them of the brands listed, waiting to retrieve their younger children. Daniel's well known red Jeep stood out almost as much as my own economy car, but only because it was covered in mud. The luxury cars all gleamed pristinely in the afternoon sunlight.

When I got my bag from the back of the van and headed towards my car, the urge to break into a run suddenly took over. My pace quickened and I very nearly lifted my suitcase from the pavement as I hurried towards the relative safety. I felt every eye on me, as if all the parents and other students knew, could sense, that I was a basket case dangerously teetering on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

I threw my bag into the back seat, yanked my seatbelt around me and started the car. It rumbled to life slowly, and not for the first time, I cursed my inability to afford a more reliable ride. The car was in drive and I nearly pushed the pedal to the floor in my haste to escape.

I hadn't even said goodbye to Daniel. I couldn't have. If I had spoken, I would have lost it. I just...I needed to go. To get away from it all somewhere. It may seem so petty or dramatic now, nearly a decade on, but I can assure you, if you think back to when you were just 18, you will recall those times when your hormones and conflicting emotions ruled your brain and made you do, feel, and say things your adult brain never would.

I pulled out of the school parking lot and drove to the nearby highway. I merged onto it and soon found myself nearing 80 MPH and headed in the opposite direction of my house. I turned the radio to its highest volume, uncaring what mindless pop drivel assaulted my ears, rolled the windows down and felt the chill air blast against my face.

The tears were unstoppable, but I took some small measure of pride in keeping my sobs internal.

A vibration in my pocket startled me and I nearly swerved into the next lane. It vibrated again. It my state, it took me a moment to realize that I had my phone in my pocket and it was apparently still set to vibrate.

I fished it out and flipped it open. Yes, there were flip phones when I was 18.

I had 1 unread text message. I pressed the button.

DANIEL: Come back. Varsity locker rooms. 15 mins.

It was sheer dumb luck that I didn't cause an accident as I raced towards the next off ramp and reversed direction back to school. I had been speeding on my escape from the parking lot. I was damned near to breaking the sound barrier on my return.

Daniel's red jeep was the only car in the parking lot by the time my little Camry screeched to a halt. My adrenaline from the lightning fast trip back mixed with the incomparable high of reading Daniel's text. It seemed to me that I had been living on the fringe edges of the emotional spectrum since I'd roomed with him.

I didn't care who saw me as I ran towards the gymnasium complex. 

The first set of doors I pulled were locked, as were the second and third. I remembered that there was a small "Coaches" door around the back, facing the football, soccer, baseball, and lacrosse fields. I'd never been a very athletic person up to that point, but I sprinted for all I was worth towards it and yanked it ajar.

The smell of the locker-room, with it's mix of sweat and pheromones, sex and competition, washed over me like a flood and made me swoon a little as I entered. Only a few emergency lights were buzzing along the ceiling. I hadn't ever been to this part of the gym, much less when the school was closed, but I had a general idea of where to go. 




Speech and Debate Pt. 05



Daniel must have heard me approach. When I entered the Varsity locker, denoted only by its' larger individual lockers and marginally cleaner appearance, he leaned against his own locker casually. His arms were crossed over his spacious chest and he faced me, looking down at his nonexistent wrist watch, as if he'd been timing my approach.

"Not bad, nerd," he joked looking up as I entered, out of breath. "11 minutes."

I rushed him. 

His shoulders slammed into the metal locker behind him and my grip on his wrists pinned his arms above his head. His eyes widened. I assume that it was rare for him to be taken by surprise, especially by someone so physically inferior. I didn't give him time to regroup before I kissed him, hard and deep.

"That was a dirty trick you pulled," I said when I finally let him go and joined him to lean against the locker next to his. 

He still seemed dazed. Maybe I had slammed his head into the metal with a bit too much force?

"Hmm?" he looked confused. "Sorry, I can't breathe. Damn nerd, you're stronger than you look."

"Thanks, I think," I said as humbly as I could manage.

"I put my number in your phone when you were sleeping last night. Figured it would come in handy."

"Well, it did."

I looked around the locker room, taking in my surroundings for the first time. Long horizontal windows lined the ceiling, raining in bright light from on high. The tall blue lockers each had a name of one of my jock-inclined classmates written on a piece of tape near the top. First initial, period, last name. Two lines of 10 lockers each lined the two longest walls and a smaller bank of 6 occupied a shorter. Long, two feet wide wooden benches were placed at even intervals around the room, each about 5 feet long. The floor was a patchwork of black and white checks in a dizzying pattern that twisted the eye.

"So, this is the Varsity Locker Room, huh? Not so scary," I said as my breath returned.

"Why'd you think it'd be scary."

"I always picture it full of varsity jocks. Nerd, here, remember? The natural prey of the varsity jock. It'd be open season if I were ever in here."

Daniel laughed at my hyperbole.

"Nah," he offered. "They aren't all that bad when you get to know them."

"I'll make sure to ask after their families the next time they decide to shove me into the fountain."

"They didn't!?" He asked, appalled.

"Freshman year," I added.

"Shit, that sucks."

"Not you're fault. You were only a lowly JV player back then remember?"

Daniel's hand found my own and took it. I shook a bit at the familiarity and comfort of that touch. Daniel did too.

"I never thought I would be holding a guy's hand in the locker room," he said quietly.

"Ditto." I returned. He held my hand in silence for a moment.

"How do you like it, so far?" I asked. My thumb moved over the hairy skin of his hand.

"Not bad," he joked. He pulled on our entwined grip and drew me on top of him, so that my body pressed into his as I was yanked from my leaning position. He leaned forward and kissed me again.

"Wonder what it'll feel like when you fuck me in here?" he breathed, our faces so close he filled my vision. All of the mixed up craziness I had been wrestling since we left the room this morning vanished. We were home. But Daniel....amazingly, Daniel was still here.

I tore at his belt and yanked open his jeans while our tongues pressed together. The combination of his sexual advance and our decidedly hyper-masculine location acted on me in a way I couldn't have expected. He moaned into me as I moved down his neck and to his chest. His fingers tugged roughly on my hair and pushed me down.

"Fuck...," he groaned.

In a swift motion, I had his pants and black boxer briefs around his ankles. I took only an instant to look at his uncut cock in the misty light. I remember that it bounced and arched gracefully upwards, as if it were a lure and I the intended catch.

I dove onto it and sucked him into me, burying my nose in his pubes and breathing him in. This morning had been about restraint and emotion. We had made it over that hurdle and now, my pent up passion for him rebounded in full force. My tongue swirled over his cock, nipping and running along his foreskin.

"Yes, David, take my cock, fuck that feels amazing."

Daniel's bare hips thrust into me, seeking to push his tool further down my throat. I opened myself to him and urged him to increase his speed by grabbing his rounded ass and shoving him forward.

"Fuck, dude," Daniel groaned. His voice echoed strangely in the large open room. Had anyone been there, we would have surely been discovered, but that was the farthest thing from our minds. At least, for me.

The moans that escaped my occupied mouth were full of pure bliss. It had only been hours, but I'd missed his cock, his taste, more than even I'd realized. 

Daniel continued to thrust into my mouth, fucking my face and forcing my eyes to water a bit. I looked up his body and marveled at the magnificence of him as his muscles moved and jerked while he used me. 

"You have to fuck me," he said as he pulled me from his cock. I ached to remain on my knees in front of him, but his fingers in my hair tugged me up to meet his lips.

He turned and placed his palms on the locker, his own name emblazoned on the tape between them. He pushed his ass back towards me, arching his back and exposing his hole to the open air.

Once again, I found myself drawn to my knees. My hands parted his cheeks with ease and I lapped at his warm ass, wetting him thoroughly. I panted and breathed hard, pulling back between bursts to survey my work. I spit directly on his hole and dove back in.

"Oh my god. Eat my hole. FUCK ME! Yes." 

Daniel's legs trembled under him, his fingers beginning to claw on the unforgiving metal as I rimmed him.

"Give it to me, David. Give me your cock." He turned his neck to look towards me. 

"You sure you can handle it, jock?"

That seemed to drive him crazy. He growled at me, his eyes narrowed and he danced on the balls of his feet, pressing his ass towards me like a dog in heat.

"Mmmmm, yes. Fuck me."

My jeans hit the floor. I rubbed my thick cock head on his pink opening, feeling him press back against me. I didn't even spit in my hand to lube it up.

I pressed my hips forward and he opened for me. I wasn't gentle. I buried myself in him, my hands on his hips in a death grip. 

"AAHHHHHH....oh shit," Daniel screamed high, his breath driven from his lungs, a mix of pleasure and pain competing for mastery of him. His hole twitched around my rigidness. 

I pulled back and rammed back in.

"Oh!"

Again.

"Ahhh!"

Again.

"Yes, GOD!"

I felt him loosen a bit, his ass growing used to my girth filling him. I began to fuck him in earnest, my hips slamming into the globes of his smooth tan ass with a satisfying "thwack."

Daniel seemed unable to stop speaking. He babbled a continuous string of urgings, mixed with moans, groans, sighs, and curses.

"Ahh...ohh...fuck my hole...yes...shit you're huge...oh my god....ahhh...David."

Over and over it poured out of him, driving me on, urging me to continue. His ass was beginning to turn red from my pounding. 

"I'm gonna shoot, dude," he started to whimper. "Oh fuck me, this feels amazing. Your cock is amazing."

Knowing he was close made me close. 

"Harder...oh fuck me harder."

He was a glutton for punishment. My huge cock massacred his hole at blazing speed. The groan Daniel let out started deep in his chest and rose steadily until he was screaming full force, his orgasm coming closely behind. When I knew he was past the point of no return, I pulled my cock from him, leaving him empty. He didn't know how to react; he seemed to falter a minute.

I lined up and slammed my cock back inside him, driving him to his tip toes, his fingers clawing at the top of the locker as I straightened his insides in one swift thrust.

His cock erupted and sprayed a massive jet of white onto the slick blue metal in front of him. That was enough for my own dick to begin painting his insides white.

I collapsed onto his back, my hands still holding my throbbing cock inside of him, letting my orgasm dwindle. He held us both up. 

I was exhausted. The emotional roller coaster followed by flight and now ending in fucking was too much for my little nerd body to bear.

After a while, Daniel pulled himself from my pole slowly, whimpering when it brushed his prostate. I watched a little of my cum leak from his stretched hole before he could trap it all. It oozed between his thighs and mixed with his leg hair in a very satisfying manner. I collapsed onto the wooden bench, my legs finally giving way without the strength of his ass to hold me aloft.

"Jesus Christ, nerd," Daniel said, out of breath still. "Where did that come from?"

I shrugged, trying to work some moisture back into my mouth.

"Well, that ought to hold me over till school tomorrow." He joked. He pulled his pants back up and fastened them once more. Mine still remained around my ankles, my bare ass on the rough wood of the bench, my deflating cock still jumping every now and then.

It took me a moment to register his remark. When it hit home, I smiled, but said nothing.

"Pull 'em up, nerd. We gotta get going." Daniel motioned to my pants. I complied.

"Aren't you going to clean up first?" I asked.

"Nope. You're right, it feels great in there. May keep you inside the whole night till I use our little purchase before bed." He winked at me and brushed a kiss against my lips. He nearly skipped from the locker room. I had to hurry to catch up to him. 

Daniel walked beside me as we strolled back to the parking lot. It's amazing the things you notice when you aren't sprinting towards the building in a sex-fueled rampage. I was admiring the lack of snow on the ground after a weekend of avoiding slushy brown piles of the vile stuff when Daniel suddenly laughed.

"Dude! Who taught you how to park?"

My little Camry was not anywhere close to any of the white lines painted at regular spaces around the parking lot. One wheel was on the grass, and the hood of the thing pointed towards Daniel's red Jeep, taking up three full spaces behind.

"I was in a rush. You said 15 minutes."

He chuckled and grabbed my hand. I almost stopped dead in my tracks. He held MY hand. At SCHOOL. Sure, no one else was there, but the location remained the same. It felt...strange and dangerous, but wonderful.

When we made it to our vehicles, I felt like a character in an old James Dean movie when he leaned in and pressed me to the door of my car and kissed me, long and slow. The street lamps flickered to life at that moment, the sun just beginning to sink behind the trees. 

"That was good timing," I joked. He smiled.

"Get home safe, nerd," he said as he turned to walk to his car. "Thanks for the present." He grabbed at his own muscled ass as he walked. His last kiss had almost made me forget that he still carried my load inside him. The point was driven home.

This time, I was much safe as I drove home. I called my parents to ensure them I was alright and on the way back from school. I made up an excuse of my under inflated tires as to why I wasn't back as scheduled, but nearly two hours late. Maybe now they would consider helping me pay for a new car. College was coming, after all.

I chatted amiably with them when I returned and ate my mother's cooking with pleasure. My sister was her usual charming self, meaning she lounged on the couch and sighed heavily from time to time to remind us that her life was meaningless and death came for us all. 14 year old girls. Thank god I turned out gay.

When I finally crawled under the covers, I stared at my digital alarm clock as it counted down the minutes until school tomorrow. If I go to bed RIGHT NOW, I can still get 6 hours and 37 minutes... 35 minutes.... 9 minutes....Shit, 5 hours 55 minutes.

I couldn't stop thinking about what would happen when we arrived. Daniel had made it clear that some part of what we had started in Boston would at least remain partially intact. But how much?

My phone buzzed beside me on my bedside table and I scattered my collection of my favorite novels to the floor in my haste to retrieve it.

1 unread text message:

DANIEL: Sleep well. Thinking of you. Sweet Dreams.

It buzzed in my hand again.

1 unread picture message.

I opened it and waited for it to download. I instantly recognized his beautiful cock, his foreskin covering his head, surrounded by his dark body hair. I could just see his belly button and lower abs, the V lines of his adonis plate standing out in stark relief. His thighs were spread apart, but one muscled forearm eased in from the left hand side of the frame, holding the last two inches of his purple vibrator in place. From the top angle, I couldn't see it enter his hole, but what I could see was more than enough.

In a moment, my cock was in my hands, my eyes glued to that photo. I came all over my chest before I counted 10 strokes.

I drifted off to sleep quickly after that. My phone stayed open beside me, my cum drying on my skin. My last thoughts as I floated back to dreamland was that I hope to hell that I don't oversleep and someone has to come wake me up. 

They would be in for quite the morning surprise.



Speech and Debate Pt. 06



Through the Looking Glass: A Nerd in the Weight Room

On a normal day, I would wake up by 7:00 AM to be out the door by 7:30 for first period bell at 8:05. I had my routine down to a strict science. 7 minute shower, 3 minutes dressing, 1 minute on hair, 4 to pack my bags and the rest at the kitchen table inhaling whatever was available before jumping in my Camry and speeding to the highway.

So when I woke at 5:47 AM that first Monday back at school after winter break in Boston, completely energized as if I'd slept for a year, no one was more surprised to see me nearly skip down the hall to the bathroom than my early-rising mother.

"David? Are you okay? Are you sick? What are you doing up so early?" 

She seemed concerned, already put together and dressed for her day teaching 5th Grade Computer Science at the public elementary school.

"I'm fine, Mamma. Just couldn't sleep," I said.

She raised her eyebrows in the way mother's do when they can sense something is different but don't want to wade into the treacherous teenage rapids too deeply without sussing out more information. I closed the bathroom door on her bewildered expression and started the shower.

I still don't know what I found to occupy the time. My shower was luxuriously long, until it was ended by the vigorous knocking of my little sister. I spent more time picking out my outfit for the day than I had if you'd combined the entire amount for the academic year thus far. I even snuck into Mamma's bathroom and "borrowed" a little hair product, something that purported to tame fly aways, whatever those were, and ran it through my blonde hair.

I obsessed over my visage in the mirror for longer than I'd like to admit, completely engrossed in making myself look my absolute best. I was decently satisfied with my results by 7:15, though still a mix of insecurity and anxiety not uncommon before one jumps from an airplane. Or so I've been told.

My sister made some snarky comment from her permanent residence slouched into the couch. Something about street walkers and the futility of human connection. I was actually looking forward to the day she would begin to transform into something resembling normal.

"Eat a dick, Virginia Woolfe," I said with as much love as I could muster for my closest genetic counterpart, and ran to my car.

"That's more your department, isn't it?" she quipped.

As an academic scholarship student, I was in every possible Advanced Placement course. And there were a lot of them. In my entire High School career, I had only ever taken 5 non AP courses. My entire senior year was APs. 

Daniel, as a full-tuition-paying athlete, only had two AP classes, both of which he had with me: AP Chemistry and AP English Literature. Chemistry was not my strong suit, but English Lit I could pass in my sleep. Having a teacher for a mother meant that reading the classics had been compulsory. I was buried in Jane Eyre when my contemporaries were just discovering the Babysitter's Club and The Hardy Boys. 

I was distracted through my first and second period classes, only raising my hand occasionally. I took the assigned homework and left without my usual after-class chat with the teachers. Ms. Diggs, AP Anatomy and Physiology, actually seemed hurt that I didn't stay behind after the bell released us to head to our third period, the last before Senior Lunch.

To get to my third period, I had to walk from the main Upper School building across the vast expanse of lawn to the smaller Annex, a collection of classrooms laid out in a double-cross formation with a central seating area and a small fountain. As usual, the benches were occupied by various affluent caucasian kids of various ages, their eyes darting around them, their heads bowed in semi-private conversations as they gossiped about their best friends and worst enemies with equal relish. I paid them no mind and propped myself against one of the bare trees in the corner of small courtyard to wait for the third period bell. I pulled my "pleasure read" from my backpack and began to scan the lines without really taking them in.

A disturbance at the very edge of my vision pulled my gaze up. The crowds of kids seemed to be parting to either side of the sidewalk, making a small central aisle down which walked the school royalty. If there had been wind machines and slow motion cameras, they wouldn't have seemed out of place.

At the center of the pack was Amy. Arrayed behind her in order of apparent importance were the remainder of the "party of five," as they so wittily dubbed themselves: Ashley, Ally, Amanda, and Katie. I always felt a little sorry for Katie, what with the "K" name ruining the complete alliteration possibility. We had an Adrienne in our grade, but I never quite figured out why she didn't make the team. Poor Katie was also the only Junior, having been held back after a disastrous case of mono which never seemed to heal the year before, most likely due to her inability to keep her mouth to herself and well documented penchant for football players. She'd never been able to catch up. At least there was a small hope that she could become queen next year and align the K names behind her throne from the crop of junior girls dying to move up the social ladder.

Daniel walked a few paces behind Amy, a deep green winter jacket doing little to cover his shoulders and chest, his blue jeans clinging to his thighs. Knowing what lay under those jeans now made me thankful that us Seniors were allowed to wear casual clothes and didn't have to stick to the loose Khakis and white button downs the rest of the students were forced into. Several of his jock teammates followed behind the main triangle. I wasn't sure who was attached to which girl, if at all, but they made a veritable wall of testosterone behind the Queen Bee and her court that few would have been able to cross. Certainly not me.

Daniel's eyes met mine for a second and his mouth curved up in a slight smile. I tried not to, but I returned the gesture. 

Amy had stopped the group to remove an underclassman from his seat on one of the nearby benches. He'd scampered away without comment and she plopped herself down as if by divine right, and motioned for Daniel to sit beside her.

"Just a sec," I heard him say as he placed his book bag in the place she'd indicated. 

He walked towards me, pushing his hands in his jacket pockets. My eyes must have gone wide with terror because he seemed concerned as he approached me, still leaning on my tree.

"Jeeze, Nerd. You look like you're going to have a heart attack. Breathe, dude!" 

I released a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding since he began walking towards me. I silently thanked him for the reminder to remain alive.

"Sorry," I mumbled and looked at my feet as they shifted nervously in the dirt beneath me.

"Don't apologize," he said. His hands were still in his pockets but my skin began to tingle with the hope that he would reach out and touch me. I knew he never would, never could, but I wanted him to nonetheless. "I just wanted to make sure you got home okay last night? You never responded to my last text." 

He winked at me. 

I looked around to see if anyone had noticed my jaw fall to my chest. Daniel was actually hinting at...whatever it was we had done. I moved my mouth but no sound came out.

"I take it you liked it, then?" 

I nodded too quickly.

"Mmhmm."

"Good. My older brother nearly caught me with it all the way in. It was crazy!"

No sound. No words. Hard to breathe. Was that the sound of harps strumming gently in the distance?

"Anyway, glad you liked it. See you in fourth period?" He raised his eyebrows at me in question, as if he was unsure if I would be there, like I would try to escape campus between now and then in order to avoid him entirely.

"See you then," I said quietly.

Daniel leaned in a little, a nearly imperceptible change in our closeness that made me thankful for the tree behind me.

"See," he whispered, "I told you I would find a way. This isn't so bad, right?"

I shook my head. 

"Nope."

"Fourth period," he called over his shoulder as he walked back towards Amy and her waiting companions. 

I watched his perfect ass move beneath the denim of his jeans and wondered what he was wearing, if anything, beneath them today. My cock began to stir and I busied myself with repacking my book in my backpack to cover the rising flush in my face.

Christ, but it was hot all of a sudden.

Amy rose to her feet as he headed back towards her. I had been able to keep mostly out of the way of her reign of social terror the past 3 and a half years, but the look she wore plastered on her face was unmistakable. Her perfectly arched eyebrows drew in over her mascara-lined green eyes. Her manicured and be-ringed fingers gripped her forearms and she tapped one foot in a high-heel that probably cost more than my house, or at the very least my car. I caught her gaze shifting from Daniel to me as I watched him leave.

I'm not proud of the fact, but I would be lying if I said she didn't terrify me a bit. Her long brown hair was perfectly curled and shifted gently in the February breeze and everything about her seemed to scream wealth, privilege, beauty, and power. 

She could have been very attractive if the entire package hadn't been marred by the very obvious fact that she KNEW just exactly how beautiful she was. The combination of genetic lottery and rumored visits to a Beverly Hills "family friend," had not only given her perfectly full lips and breasts you'd find on the cover of theVictoria Secret catalogue, displayed even in the chill in a low cut satin blouse, but someone had also injected about 6000 CC's of pure, uncut ego into her brain. 

"What was that about?" She asked as Daniel came to stand before her. In her heels, she was almost an inch taller than him, though Daniel outweighed her by a good 50 lbs. 

I wasn't sure if "that," had been meant to refer to me, or just the fact that Daniel had spoken to me. 

"What?" I heard Daniel reply.

"THAT!" Amy pointed at me.

I swung my backpack up onto my shoulders and raised my eyes. It's one thing to THINK people are talking about you. It's quite another to have nine pairs of eyes locked on you, judging you in detail until you thought they could identify the last time you'd brushed your teeth and changed your underwear. I felt like an animal in a zoo, but I found myself unable to move from their collective stare.

"He's a cool dude, Amy," Daniel said. Every eye suddenly moved from their inspection of my body and turned to Daniel, disbelief evident in their faces. I sighed a bit in relief.

"Ummm, no, he's not babe, do you even..." She began. 

I felt myself tighten a bit, drawing in on myself as I readied for the assault of juvenile and hurtful remarks she could and would no doubt lob at me without thought of the human consequences. But they never came.

"Shut up," Daniel said loudly. "David's cool. Leave him alone, Amy."

"But...," she tried again.

"I said, leave him alone. We're friends. Understand?" His voice was dark and serious. 

For the first time since I'd known her, Amy seemed shocked. Her eyes widened and she looked a little as if she was going to cry. She didn't, but the effect was mollifying none the less.

Amy nodded and gathered her belongings. Daniel didn't stay behind to wait for her. He began to walk to his next class, seeming uncaring if his girlfriend followed or not. 

The bell rang and the entire group began to disperse. 

I walked towards my classroom, running the entire exchange through my mind. I may have been more conscious of my surroundings than I had been before the weekend in Boston, but I could swear that I felt eyes on me as I walked, heard the twitters and whispers as I passed. 

I sat in my next class and steadied my nerves as best I could. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out in the few seconds before Mr. Blaski began the AP World History lesson.

1 unread text message:

DANIEL: I'm sorry. Amy is such a bitch sometimes. You okay?

I quickly replied

DAVID: I'm fine.

His reply was almost instant, as if he'd been typing it before I responded.

DANIEL: All I wanted to do was kiss you.

"All right guys, we were just getting to the fall of the Byzantine Empire. Page 734 please. Settle down!" Mr. Blaski said from the front of the class.

I closed my phone and did my best to focus.

To this day, I still have no clue how the Byzantine Empire fell. For all I know, it's still going strong.

Dr. Plarston's AP English Lit class was arranged so that two banks of desks faced each other across a wide center aisle that she would pace up and down as she encouraged us to analyze our assigned readings. As usual, I sat in the front row of one of the two groups and pulled out my notebooks and the assigned novel for this week: Catcher in the Rye.

Before Boston, Daniel would usually sit in the back of the opposite bank, two other literarily gifted athletes flanking him. Today, when he arrived a few moments after me, he sat in the front row directly opposite my desk. He sank down low in his chair and spread his legs wide beneath the desk, giving me a perfect view of his very obvious bulge. Knowing that it hid his beautiful uncut cock and massive balls dried my tongue and somehow made me sweat at the same time. I wanted to sink between them and suck him dry right there in front of everyone.

I found myself staring at his legs as we began the lesson. Dr. Plarston paced back and forth between us, but I heard little of her analysis. Luckily, I had read the book several times before so I could reasonably answer any general questions if they came my way. That is until Daniel shifted in his seat, causing me to look up and meet his brown eyes.

As I watched, the tip of his tongue ran over his bottom lip and then moved to trace the upper and his black eyebrows arched high. His right hand traveled to his crotch and squeezed on his package while his gaze shifted to my own cock, growing rapidly under my desk. He winked at me and Holden Caulfield vanished to so much angst ridden dust in the wind.

"David, what do you think was meant by the use of that image? Do you think it was intentional on our author's part or simply our modern interpretation?" 

Dr. Plarston stood at the front of the room, leaning back leisurely on her tall teacher's stool and staring pointedly in my direction. I was still locked on Daniel's cock and his now-wetted lips.

"Hmm?" I asked, shaking myself from the stupor a bit.

Shit! What had she asked? Something about an image?

"Oh, well...umm," I began. "I think that is open to interpretation and highly subjective on the part of the reader."

Dr. Plarston nodded and resumed pacing.

Thank you God, or your chosen deity, that I possessed the gift of literary bullshitting!

Daniel caught my gaze and smirked at me.

"Asshole," I mouthed across the divide. 

He laughed quietly and returned to examining his copy of the novel.

Luckily, the remainder of class passed without incident and the bell sounded as usual. We gathered our books and I headed to Dr. Plarston's desk to ask about the next week's novels. I liked to read ahead just in case any of my other course load got unexpectedly heavy. 

I leaned lazily on her heavy wooden desk and was just about to open my mouth when I felt a book bag push into mine from behind, someone bumping into me as they made their way to leave. Normally, I would have taken little notice. Most people didn't see me or pay me much attention so I was used to be bumped and jostled a bit. But then I felt fingers grab at my ass. It was quick, there one instant and gone so quickly, I thought I must have imagined it. But the effect on me was apparent and drastic.

I jumped and my voice squeaked high in my throat. My flailing knocked a pile of papers from Dr. Plarston's desk and sent her name plate crashing to the floor with a metallic thud. For the second time today, every eye turned towards me. The entire room seemed to go silent, waiting for me to do something else stupid.

"Sorry," I said clearing my throat and bending down to collect the papers I'd scattered. "I got a chill all of a sudden."

From my crouch, I could see that Daniel had been the one standing behind me, his hand on my ass the only culprit. His brown eyes stared down at me again and they twinkled brightly. I'd been on my knees in front of him so many times that my body responded by instinct. My mouth opened a bit and my cock bounced in my jeans. Daniel wet his lips again.

"See you later, nerd." He said in a not unfriendly fashion, readjusted his backpack and walked from the room with his two friends.

"Why do you let him call you that?" Dr. Plarston asked, concern touching her voice, when Daniel had left. 

Being academically gifted and somewhat of a loner and social outcast, the teachers had taken a special interest in me, often times going out of their way to check on my well being, or make sure my relative quiet wasn't an indicator of some deeper disturbance. This had manifested in a reputation as a teacher's pet, of sorts. But that was one title I was proud to shoulder. 

"I don't mind. Really," I said. How could I tell her that Daniel had screamed for me to fuck him with my huge nerd cock as I made him cum buckets all weekend long? 

"Well, you should stick up for yourself more. You're a very special young man and you shouldn't let people treat you otherwise." Her smile was warm and thoughtful and I loved her for it. I tried to return it as best I could.

"Don't you worry. It's almost a term of endearment for me." 

"As long as you're sure..." she said, giving me another opportunity to tell her if something was truly amiss.

"It's my badge of honor. Nerd Power!" I joked and raised my fist to my chest in a mock salute. That got me a gentle laugh.

"Get going, you," she chided. "And don't get too far ahead. I'm running out of extra novels to assign you. Seriously, I don't know where you find the energy!"

"Just lucky, I guess." I smiled at her and headed to my last class.

At the final bell, I packed my bags and headed slowly to the Senior Parking lot. As was my custom, I walked at a near glacial pace, holding my novel before me and walking as I read, a skill I had learned early on in my academic career. This little trick would give the majority of my classmates time to socialize and leave before I got there. I could avoid most of the awkwardness of my rumbling old jalopy and only subject myself to the stares of maybe a third of the class instead of all of them.

I was paying little attention to my surroundings by the time I got to my car, fished out my keys and blindly searched for the lock. Then I noticed something sitting on the hood of my beat up vehicle.

It was a large black gym bag. It looked new and shiny. And expensive. Zippers lined it at nearly every seam and angle. A plastic water bottle was tucked into one of the mesh pockets, a digital watch just visible in another, and I could tell just by looking that the inside was filled as well. With what, I couldn't imagine.

Pinned under my windshield wiper was a folded piece of white notebook paper. I removed it and unfolded it.

"Varsity weight room. 5:30. Get ready to sweat, nerd. -D"

"Varsity," "weight room," and "sweat" were three words that I never used in every day conversation, so I was a little confused at first, but the signature at the end of the short missive made it all clear. 

I had two hours an fifteen minutes. Two hours and fifteen minutes in which to do...what? 

I looked around to see if anyone had noticed the bag and note or my discovery of them, but everyone was engrossed in their own little groups and I was ignored. For once, that was a blessing. 




Speech and Debate Pt. 06



I swung the bag into my car and threw it onto the front passenger seat. The damn thing weighed a ton. Had he bought me dumbbells?! 

My car rumbled to life and I drove off campus with a smile on my face. I had a secret rendezvous. Who does that? That's stuff from the movies. Dead drops and coded messages. Not something that a nerd experiences, just reads about. 

I stopped at the nearby gas station both to fill my nearly empty tank and to waste time. The more time I wasted, the more wound up I became. I started imagining Daniel working out, as I'd seen that first night in Boston. That prompted a trip to the bathroom and a violent masturbation session in the locked stall. I thought I caught an eye staring at me through the small gap between the stall and dirty wall as I flailed away at my hard cock in my hand, but I paid it no mind.

Satisfied for now, or at least drained enough to concentrate for a few minutes, I returned to my car and did my homework as quickly as I could. 

Boston had passed by in a blur. How could these two hours and fifteen minutes be ticking by so fucking slowly?

By 5:15, I was ready to burst again. I sped back to school and threw my car into park before I'd come to a complete stop, making it stutter a bit. I hauled the heavy gym bag and ran as quickly as I could towards the Varisty weight room, surprising even myself with my speed, considering how much I was carrying.

To one such as myself, the Varsity Weight Room, or any weight room for that matter, was as foreign and exotic a place as if I'd been told to meet Daniel at the Eiffel Tower. I knew where it was, of course. I had seen the plaque naming it on the cinder block wall every time I'd been forced into Physical Education over the past few years. But I had never once opened it or peaked inside.

When I entered, the gym bag cutting an uncomfortable groove into my shoulder and pulling me awkwardly to one side like a scoliosis victim, the utilitarian nature of the room was a bit overwhelming. Massive machines lined the walls, in between benches and cables and pulleys at assorted angles, each of them as unknowable and alien as if they'd been parts of the International Space Station. 

This was most certainly not my world. This was Daniel's world. 

Racks of dumbbells in ever increasing weights made an imposing stand against the far wall, behind a floor-to-ceiling mirror that made the room seem larger than it actually was. Not that it was small by any means. Two or three full sized classrooms could have fit within it's borders with room to spare. By contrast, the Upper School Chorus had to practice in a kindergarten classroom surrounded by brightly colored cubbies and construction paper cut outs. It was clear where the bulk of the funding was focused. 

Daniel was the only person in the huge space. His forearms held his entire weight on the arms of a machine I can't begin to describe and his feet lifted before him from their hanging position, over and over again. His face was a mask of concentration. 

He wore a pair of dingy white tennis shoes over ankle length socks, a pair of long, loose nylon maroon mesh basketball shorts, and a tee shirt that was essentially a collection of barely held together fibers that did nothing to conceal or protect his upper body in the slightest. The sleeves and most of the sides of it had been cut out, only connecting at the bottom hem. It seemed an impractical garment choice to me, but I was not complaining. It revealed his hairy stomach and chest as he worked his abdominals at a steady pace.

He noticed me in the doorway and leaped from the machine in a movement I'd have expected from a gymnast, not a lacrosse player. 

"Heya, Nerd," he teased, heaving a bit, his chest mesmerizing me beneath the flimsy tee shirt. "Glad you could make it."

"Uhhh, yeah." I said as I dropped the gym bag and closed the door behind me. I just stood there looking at him. Sweat gleamed all over his body, his forehead and arms. It made his olive skin appear on fire. I wanted to lick it from him right then and there.

"Lock it," Daniel said. That have smile again. I groaned and twisted the deadbolt without question.

"Do you like it?" He asked me.

"What?"

"The bag. It's not too much?" 

"It was very sweet of you, Daniel," I began. 

Something I said must have activated him because he was suddenly before me, his calloused hands at my neck, his sweaty body pressed into mine, knocking my shoulders painfully to the locked door behind me. He kissed me hungrily, and my mouth opened for him. It had been nearly 24 hours since I'd felt his tongue on mine, but it felt like an eternity had passed. The taste and shock of him was still new, and I reveled in it, my arms gripping at his back, the gym bag forgotten on the floor.

Eventually, Daniel broke our kiss. Too soon, if you asked me.

"Mmm. I missed that." He said and brushed one more peck on my lips. "Let's get you changed."

He walked to the middle of the room and turned to face me again, hands on his hips. 

"Come on, Nerd. We don't have all day. Strip!" He barked in his best drill sergeant expression.

"Sir, yes, sir," I said with an exaggerated lisp. He laughed at that but didn't move or turn from me as I began to remove my jacket. My shirt soon pooled on the floor beside me.

"Where should I put this?" I asked

"Just leave it where it is," Daniel instructed.

"But the floor's gotta be nasty!" I objected. "I can't just..."

"Come on, nerd. Just strip already!" There was a mixture of lust and anxiety in his voice, as if he couldn't wait for me to obey him.

I unbuckled my belt and slid my jeans to the floor, removing my shoes as I did. I wore a pair of black boxer briefs. Daniel's gaze traveled over my body with obvious appreciation, which in turn, made me blush.

"As much as I'd like to keep you like that, I wouldn't be able to concentrate on your workout," he said. "But fuck me, dude...," he approached me again and gripped at my stiff cock through my underwear, outlining my shaft as he pulled gently. "We're gonna have to hurry you through this or else I might just explode." 

Daniel bent down and unzipped the gym bag that lay abandoned at my feet. His brown eyes looked up at me from his position and traveled down my torso, lingering on my pulsing cock, so close to his mouth. 

Just do it already! Please! My mind was screaming!

"Put these on," he said at last, the tension too much for either of us. He tossed me a pair of shorts and a cut off shirt from the bag. They hit me in the chest and I caught them.

"How much did all this cost?" I asked, suddenly very aware that Daniel had taken the time and the effort to buy me all of this.

"Don't worry about it," he said, still inspecting me.

"But...,"

"Don't worry about it. I wanted to." 

He smiled at me and I nodded. It was a rare enough thing for me to get a compliment, especially from someone like Daniel, but it was an impossibility to receive a gift. But here it was. Daniel was a quandary, to be sure.

"You're gonna need to change out of those, too." Daniel nodded towards my boxer briefs, my cock already making a dark spot of precum on their very tented fronts..

"You trying to get me naked, Daniel?" I coyly joked.

"Would I really have to try?" he shot back.

"Ass hole." 

I paused and thought it over. 

"But, no. You wouldn't"

I pushed my fingers beneath the tight elastic and shoved the black fabric too the floor. My hard cock swung out before me and Daniel's eyes widened and he made a growling sound in his chest. The front of his basketball shorts were most definitely on the rise. I chuckled to myself. 

"There's a couple jocks in there." He pointed to the gym bag. I bent down and fished one out.

"Are these for me to keep?" I asked.

He nodded. A look of mischief began to creep over his face.

"Well, those are actually mine. I kept the new ones for myself. I thought you might like...," He seemed embarrassed by the concept of me wanting his used jockstraps.

I stepped into the white jock and pulled it to my hips easily. I stuffed my hard cock beneath the cotton, no easy task I assure you, and stroked it a few times for his enjoyment.

"Oh, fuck me," he groaned. "That's not fair."

I rejoiced in his discomfort, but soon pulled the shorts and shirt on as well, covering my nakedness. 

For now. I was interested in seeing this part of Daniel's world. And flattered that he was willing to show it to me. I removed the new tennis shoes I found in the bag and tied the laces quickly, doing my best to adjust my hardness in the new shorts. They fit perfectly.

"How did you know my size?"

"It looked at your shoes back in Boston," he said.

"So you've been planning this since then?" It was only two days ago, but still the thought that Daniel had planned this gesture back then was endearing.

Daniel blushed and shrugged.

"You ready?" He asked, excitement beginning to creep into his voice.

"Absolutely not," I said, "but that's not going to stop me."

The next hour was hands down the most painful experience of my entire life. Daniel lead me to a machine and would show me the proper technique and form. I did my best to pay attention to his words and instruction, but watching as the individual muscle groups he was trying to work would tense and relax under his weight was beyond distracting. The bulge of his cock in the front of his shorts kept drawing my gaze.

After the first machine, I felt as if someone had beaten me with bamboo sticks. It was supposed to be working some part of my chest that Daniel could name in both latin and english. I decided it should be outlawed by the Geneva convention, whatever it was called in any language. 

But that was merely the beginning. Daniel took me through a series of machines and dumbbells, making each more appear simple when he demonstrated, but proving my inferiority when I tried my hand at them. My calves were put through a sausage maker. Just rising onto your toes seems so simple. But do it 150 times with 20 lbs weights in each hand and you will beg for the sweet release of death.

The "basic" ab workout he taught me was the worst. Apparently, you achieved six pack abs by someone actually carving them into your stomach with a dull but red-hot blade. At least, thats what it felt like. Breathing was a forgotten memory. Pain was my lord and master now. My hair was plastered to my forehead and I gulped at the air as best I could.

"You're almost there, nerd." Daniel said from my feet. His hands were holding my feet to the floor to keep them from raising as he forced me to crunch up.

"I can't!" I whimpered pitifully

"You can!" he prodded back.

"Uggh. I can't. I'm gonna hurl!"

"Pain is just weakness leaving the body!"

"I fucking like my weakness then! Give it back!" 

"You just need a little motivation is all." 

His arms left my feet so he was kneeling just below my legs. He lifted the shirt from his body, his hairy, well-trimmed and just pumped up chest jumping. 

"Come and get me, nerd," He said.

"You. Are. EVIL!" I whined. 

But I crunched all the way up, my arms extended before me, reaching for his body. When I touched his skin, I moaned.

"That's one. Again." He pushed me back down.

I rose again and pinched at his nipple for the few moments I was able to keep myself crunched forward before my muscles gave way and I sank back to the floor. 

"Two. Again." He reached his hands under the elastic of his shorts. He pulled them down his hips, teasing me with a view of his well defined "V" and just the top of his pubes showing above.

I crunched again and grabbed at his cock, before I sank back. 

He groaned: "Three. Again." 

He rose a bit and pulled his shorts down further, the base of his cock visible now.

I crunched again.

"Four. One more."

His shorts reached his knees and his cock bounced before me, his head just visible under his foreskin and capped with a drop of precum.

I crunched again and grabbed his dick in my hands as hard as I could holding on to him like a life preserver . I used it to pull him down on top of me. He let out a shocked sound and fell onto me, between my legs and onto my exhausted upper body. I felt his hardness and it pressed into my own. My hands somehow found the strength to grab at his bare ass and pull him into me kissing him for all I was worth.

While the workout he'd just put me through had wrung nearly every scrap of energy from my body, Daniel seemed unfazed by it all. He ground into my hips and tore at my shirt, ripping it off of my torso with little effort. His kissed traveled down my neck and covered my chest. His mouth found my nipple and sucked hard on the erect flesh. Though I was sure that I was sweaty and gross, I didn't care as Daniel kissed his way down my stomach. The pain I'd just been through began to fade to a dull numbness, my arms falling limply to my sides. Daniel worked his fingers beneath the fabric of my new shorts and jock and pushed them down my aching thighs.

His hand found my cock and he gripped it, twisting me under his fingers, working the blood back into me with expert movements. His fingers at at pulled at my balls and made my hips rise from the floor.

"God, I missed this," he said low and husky.

I was panting beneath him, my body willing and responsive to every touch of his rough fingers along my skin. He was teasing each nerve. His mouth on my balls took me by surprise, sucking them in and rolling them around on his tongue, lapping and licking and each one in turn as he moaned.

I wound my fingers into his hair and pumped myself into him.

"Oh shit, Daniel. Yes."

His hands held my hips elevated, my abs unable to support my own weight and resting entirely in his palms. He held me there with ease and worked the sore globes of my ass. I was suddenly very aware of why jocks liked to get massages after a work out or game. 

This felt amazing.

Daniel removed my balls from his mouth and licked the length of my shaft to my head, flicking his tongue across and around the rim until he could maneuver me inside him. When his lips closed around me, my already finished strength gave up the ghost and I pooled beneath his touch.

He took me inside his mouth and bobbed contentedly on my shaft, his tongue never ceasing, wetting me as he took more and more of me inside him. He moaned continuously, enjoying my vulnerability to him. I couldn't have stopped him if I'd wanted to. Of course, I didn't

"That feels incredible."

Daniel took me further inside him. I could feel the hot muscles of his throat as he relaxed them and pushed my member all the way in. His nose rested on my pelvis and he looked up the pale length of my torso to catch my eyes. That was the final straw.

"Fuck me." I groaned. That got his attention. He pulled off my cock and sat back on his heels.

"Yeah?"

"Fuck me, right now." 

I extended my hands to him. He took them in his own and rocked on his heels and pulled me to my feet in a smooth motion. My knees were jelly and I fell into him. He used our momentum to swing us around to an inclined bench press apparatus. He pushed me towards it roughly. I caught myself on the silver metal bar between the upright posts just in time to steady myself.

I leaned my chest into it and spread my legs to either side of the bench, arching my back and exposing my hole to him. 

"I don't..." he said.

"Just shut your mouth and fuck me."

It wasn't my voice that said this. I knew what to expect next. My body was in complete control and I was just along for the ride. I felt my hole pulsing in rapt anticipation.

I felt his rough hands on my hips and readied myself. He rubbed the precum from his dick on my hole and I pushed back reflexively.

"Yesss, fuck me," I begged.

He pushed forward and entered me. My spine straightened, the pain of it making me rise to my toes. Daniel's hands slid up my back and shoulders, doing what he could to ease the tension. I sucked in through gritted teeth and pushed back. I needed more of him.

"More..." I whimpered. "Please."

He pushed in further. My vision misted and my grip tightened on the barbell in front of me. Though I was sure my body was beyond physical exertion, my arms pushed against the bar so I could pull his uncut cock deeper inside my ass.

"God, yes, David. Your ass is so tight." 

He leaned forward and rained kisses on my naked back. My hips pressed back as hard as I could in one giant thrust and I took him all. I felt his cock settle inside me, my body convulsing around him uncontrollably. My arms and legs trembled and threatenedd to give way.

"Shit!" I screamed, "God your cock feels so huge!" Daniel rocked his hips a bit and my eyes rolled back.

"Fuck me hard, Daniel. Pound my ass."

Daniel's grip tightened on my hips and he pulled back. I could feel as each inch of him left my chute, making me feel empty until his head brushed my spot and my cock spewed a blast of clear liquid onto the inclined bench before me. He thrust back into me. 

"Yes. Again."

Back and forth.

"God, yes!"

He picked up speed. His cock moved like silk through me, even without lube, my body and his responding to the needs of the other, wetting my hole and opening effotlessly for him. The sound of his hips and the slammed into my pale ass over and over kept a rhythm that lulled me into a constant groaning wail.

I was getting close. Daniel's grunting behind me as he plowed my hole was driving me crazy, and his cock arched at the perfect angle to rub my prostate with the just slightest movement.

I found the strength to match is thrusts with my own. When he pulled out, I pulled my hips forward and felt his thrust into me so I could match it with my own, our hips crashing together with double the force.

"Oh fuck! How'd you do that!" He yelled. He didn't really want or need me to answer. Just to not stop.

My body was singing, every single inch of my naked flesh crying out for him to push me 

over the edge.

"Oh fuck me, Daniel, make me cum! God yes, fuck...my...ass...," I let each word punctuate a vicious thrust of his cock as he buried it into me. 

"You want to cum nerd?" He teased. 

Oh fuck me! The dirty talk again.

I whined and nodded my head as hard as I could between his thrusts. My vision was white and I gripped my lower lips between my teeth until I thought I would taste blood.

"Cum for me, David," he grunted. "Shoot that load for me." 

His cock pistoned with such speed, I nearly blacked out. My chest collapsed to the metal bar before me, my arms giving out, held aloft now solely by Daniel's grip on my hips. I felt my balls tightening. 

The groan that ripped from me came from the my toes and worked its way up my body. It started as a whimper and grew steadily as I felt the cum traveling from my balls. Daniel's cock hit my prostate over and over, so rapidly I couldn't tell when one touch ended and the next began. 

"AhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHH." 

I felt the first volley of cum rip from my body, taking with it the last remaining scrap of my strength. My hole convulsed, and Daniel felt even bigger buried inside me. 

Without warning or indication, he ripped is cock from my ass. I was suddenly empty and awash in an intense orgasm at the same time. The confusion lasted a moment only. 

"Daviiiiiid," he screamed behind me.

I felt his hot jizz land between my shoulder blades and make a solid line across my spine towards my thoroughly fucked hole. I threw my head back and marveled when the second blast slammed into the small of my back and the third painted my opened hole white. My own cock spewed onto the black leather inclined bench until it was covered. 

My balls ached with the force of my release and Daniel's explosion across my back. He rubbed his cock against my hole and gently pressed forward, pushing some of his cum inside me. 




Speech and Debate Pt. 06



"Mmm. Yeah..." I wiggled my hips into him.

In time, sight and feeling returned. I could hear Daniel panting heavily behind me. I kept my eyes closed, trying to memorize each and every moment of the earth shattering fucking my ass had just received. I smiled like a baby. I could have gone to sleep right there, resting on the bench press barbell, arms draped over it, ass in the air and back slathered in Daniel's white cum.

When I felt the heat of his tongue on my back, lapping up his own juices, my legs gave way and I collapsed into the cum soaked bench below me. I felt it coat my chest and stomach but Daniel kissed and licked at my skin, tracing down my spine and swallowing his seed.

He moaned as he did and I shivered beneath him, a rag doll, used and spent on the incline bench. His arms encircled my chest, woking between my body and the slick, wet leather. He dragged me to my feet and pulled me against his chest. I hung limply in his grip, unable to work my limbs. He spun me around and plopped me back down, facing the opposite direction. My cock pulsed in the air between us.

Had I been able to see clearly, I would have seen Daniel's satisfied smile as he watched a last stream of cum dribble from my slit and travel slowly down my shaft to my tight balls. Instead, I panted and breathed heavily. Daniel straddled my legs and inched forward, His arms wrapping around my neck as he sat on my lap facing me.

"Ahhh,"I whimpered, my cock brushing against his was like an electric shock, still so sensitive as to verge on painful. My sore ass on the leather was a pleasant reminder of the ride Daniel had just take me on.

His hands worked my shoulders with still strong as he looked down at me. How could he move after that? 

I tried to work my fingers into the skin of his hips, but only succeeded in holding them there, unable to find the strength to gain any purchase. From his position across my lap, he was finally the taller of us. He leaned his head down to kiss me gently on the lips.

I didn't have the energy to return his kiss with anything like the passion I felt. I mumbled, still stunned and let him take the lead. That was the best I could do. Maybe in a year or two I would be recovered enough to reciprocate.

"That was..., I don't even know." He kissed me again.

I groaned. I'm sure it was a sentence in my head. My body did not translate it into speech. Daniel tilted his head back and laughed gently, a deep and resonant sound that bounces from the cinder block walls and shook my already weakened brain.

"I told you I would find a way to make this work." He offered as he nuzzled his face into my neck. We stayed like that for a while, Daniel snuggled against me, our cocks pressed together and returning to softness as the moments ticked by gently. 

Eventually, my strength returned enough to mirror his embrace and I pulled him deeper into my chest with all I could.

"Thank you," I said in a quiet whisper, my lips pressed to his ear.

"You're worth it," he mumbled into my neck contentedly.

A half hour or so later, Daniel had me redressed in my new work out clothes and had cleaned up all evidence of our escapade with a gym towel he kept in his own bag. Though I was still shaky, my brains had congealed somewhat and I was able to hold a conversation again.

"I need to shower," I said, catching a whiff of myself over the unique scent-scape of the weight room. "I stink."

"You sure do," Daniel said. "Wanna shower here?" He raised his eyebrow at me quizzically.

"NO!" I shot back more quickly than I'd meant to and had to back track. "I mean, I would love to shower with you right now, but if these clothes come off and I see you naked again, I'm worried my body might literally fall to pieces. I can't take any more tonight."

Daniel chuckled.

"I was thinking I would be the one to take it this time around," he teased me. 

"You're still evil."

"Alright, alright. You do stink. You should get home."

We gathered our bags and headed back towards the parking lot. I was only able to shuffle like a half-dead zombie creature, so the trip took rather longer than normal. For the second night in a row, our two cars were the only ones in the parking lot.

"What time is it?" I asked confused at the emptiness of the place.

Daniel checked his phone.

"Quarter till nine. Why?" 

"Holy shit! My mamma's gonna kill me!" I tried to rush, but my body put a stop to that double quick. Alright, no sudden movements. Slow and steady was the key.

"Call her on the way home. You'll be fine. But don't fall behind on your school stuff," he scolded.

I marveled at his energy level. The workout alone nearly finished me and the epic ass pounding had demolished what was left. But Daniel looked as if he could run a marathon.

"How are you not dead right now?" I asked.

He shrugged. "I'm used to it I guess...well the workout part anyways."

We reached my car, looking dingier and crappier than ever under the yellow street lamp. Daniel leaned in the kiss me. I would have been fine if this became a nightly ritual, kissing me under the streetlamp after everyone else had gone home. 

"Get some sleep. You've got a lot of work to do still if you want to catch up on that body."

I groaned at the thought. This truly might be the death of me. When did I agree to this anyway? Oh, right? In between world shattering fucking sessions with the most stunning jock I'd ever seen. 

It took me a while to find the muscles needed to lift the keys to the ignition. They felt as if they weighed significantly more than they had this morning. I made it home and only had to explain my lateness to my distracted father as my mother had already gone to bed. I showered and crawled under the covers, fully prepared to never wake up after what I'd just put my body through.

My phone buzzed on the table beside me.

1 unread text.

DANIEL: Sleep well, Nerd. See you tomorrow. ;)

I was asleep before I finished reading the sentence.



Speech and Debate Pt. 07



When my eyes opened on the morning after my first workout session with Daniel, I wondered if I had been transported to some kind of medieval torture chamber while I slumbered. Or if the Black Death had made a sudden come back and ravaged my body overnight. Maybe small pox? Or Polio? 

I was engrossed in a pain the likes of which I had never experienced, never even thought possible. Each of my limbs felt carved of wood, every joint stiff and unbending. Even my skin seemed to hurt. If opening my mouth to scream hadn't raised the specter of even more pain, I would have cried out to anyone in a five mile radius.

It took several minutes for the panic of my condition to wear off and to make an attempt at physical movement. It was not a pleasant experience, but I eventually maneuvered my legs to the floor and stood on what felt like 100-year-old dry twigs that threatened to break under the weight of my body at the slightest provocation. I shuffled to the bathroom, a journey of about 30 feet that took at least five minutes, all of which I spent cursing Daniel and his insufferable weight training machines. 

Burn them all! 

I had nearly reached the desired oasis of the bathroom, with the promise of scalding hot water and steam to loosen my body back towards a human state when my mother called up the stairs to me.

"David!" she cried. "Are you up? Is that you?"

In agony, I raised my hand to my temple, suddenly very aware that not only was my body on fire, but my head also throbbed inside my skull. A lovely sidecar to the hateful cocktail of suffering I had morphed into.

"I'm up," I croaked, steadying myself against the hallway wall. "Jesus, Mamma, do you have to scream!"

Her response was immediate and Southern to the core.

"Watch your mouth, young man!" she admonished. "I brought you into this world and I damned sure can take you out if you don't check that tone of voice!"

I actually considered taking her up on the offer. I eventually decided against it.

"Sorry, Mamma," I said as humbly as I could. 

I was 18, but I could have been 45 and it wouldn't have made a difference. In the South, your Mamma is your Mamma, with all of the due respect that title entails. 

"Your friend is here, Sweet Pea," she called, mollified by my filial response enough to no longer threaten my very existence with sudden termination.

My friend? Here? It's barely 6:00 in the morning?

"What?" I asked, my throbbing head unable to make sense of the new information.

"Your friend is here," she called back again, obviously unhappy with having to repeat herself. She sighed mightily, as if raising me was suddenly a great burden and she wanted to make sure I knew just how much trouble I put her through on a daily basis, but in the loving way of mothers. "Never mind." 

Her voice lowered and through the constant sound of blood in my ears I thought I heard her speak to someone downstairs.

"Go ahead up, hun. Second door on the right."

If I had been able to run, or move, or even crawl, I would have. My hazy eyes suddenly focused on Daniel's energetic and fully functioning body as he bounded up my stairs two by two. 

Like a goddamned gazelle. 

I stood, supporting myself against the wall in my pajama pants, torso bare, as he settled before me with a huge smile plastered across his face. Despite my body's ache for him, I wanted to punch him square in the jaw. If I could have felt my arms, I would have. At least, I like to think I would have.

"Wow, nerd," he said in his sultry baritone as he surveyed my humiliation, "you look awful."

"I wonder why!?" I snapped and immediately regretted the decision to raise my own voice as it echoed with terrible consequences inside my head and sent me reeling. Daniel's arm shot out to steady me. Amazingly, his touch seemed to have a calming effect on my muscles and head alike. 

He flung his arm over my shoulder and turned me to lead me hobbling back towards my room. I would have panicked at him seeing it in such a disheveled state, but the harm was already done. What good would it do to rush ahead and throw my dirty clothes under the bed now? 

Rush. HA! 

Now that was a thought.

"Come on. Let's get you up and moving."

He pushed me gently to my bed, and made no comment about the state of my room. My legs stuck out straight in front of me, my knees unable to bend as they should. My thighs felt as if I'd been whipped with bamboo sticks.

"I'm never working out again," I moaned as I fell back onto my mattress, laying across it in the wrong direction. I didn't even feel Daniel sit down beside me towards the foot of the bed, I was so wrapped up in the torment my body had decided to inflict upon me.

Daniel's fingers wrapping into my right thigh made me wince. He pressed firmly and eased off. The pain lessened a bit, the blood beginning to work back into my legs. He worked my sore muscles, first my thighs, then bending to the floor to massage my calves.

I tried my best not to sigh, but it was a hopeless cause. His fingers knew just where to prod and push, which knots to attack first. For once, his touch wasn't sexual or even emotional. It was healing. He drew the pain from my body, inch by tortured inch, his fingers a magic salve on my skin. 

The fire I'd been burning in began to subside to a dull ache. My hips loosened so that I thought walking might be possible in the not too distant future. My arms and shoulders melted under his touch, my shoulders un-bunching and my lats relaxing so that I could actually breathe easier. I hadn't even realized I had been hunching in on myself through the pain, as if protecting myself from a coming blow, but Daniel soon had me straightened.

"Feel better?" he asked after minutes of silence while his touch danced over, around, and through my muscles.

"Much," I replied, still laying on my back, but now able to raise myself onto my elbows. I stared at him for a moment, seeing him for the first time, the blinders of my torture removed.

He smiled at me, his hand rested warmly on my thigh, his thumb moving slowly over my pale skin. I crunched myself forward, uncaring of the blistering pain it re-awakened in my stomach, and kissed him. He returned the kiss gently and his grip tightened a bit on my quads.

"What are you doing here, Daniel?" I asked when I pulled back.

"Just making sure you're okay," he said. I could tell that he meant it.

"That's very sweet of you, Daniel, but you didn't have to do that."

He chuckled at me.

"The little wooden boy I found in the hallway might suggest otherwise," he joked.

"I'm never gonna live this down, am I?" I asked in my most dramatic fashion.

"Nope."

We smiled at each other again. 

"Come on, Nerd," he said, suddenly rising from his seat beside me. "We still got work to do."

He stood with his hands on his hips, looking down at me as if he actually expected me to rise up and match his pose. I felt better, yes, but not to the level of his apparent ease. I hadn't even worked as hard as he had last night in the gym, but he looked fit as a fiddle. 

He must have noticed my confusion.

"Come on! Grab your books. My car is parked five miles down the road. We're going on a run."

Grab your books. Right. Run? You should be committed. You are obviously dangerously insane. 

My jaw worked but no sound came. Daniel grabbed my wrists and yanked me to my feet over my wordless protests. 

I'm not sure how I got dressed, much less how my books made it into my bag and onto my back. It all passed me by in a bewildered fog. Going down the stairs was something akin to a death march. The look on my sister's face as I shuffled to the door, my face painted in absolute agony, Daniel urging me out from behind, was humiliating. I would have to find some way to repay her when my body decided to return from vacation. 

That first morning run took me nearly an hour. Daniel literally ran circles around me, chatting amiably about this and that, pushing me on and giving me words of encouragement and kindness at each new step. 

I prayed for a car to hit me. 

Better yet, a Mac Truck.

The next three weeks passed in a similar fashion. 

My strength increased little by little until I was only marginally dead when I awoke each morning. Daniel would arrive at my house, we'd jog to his car and he would drive me to school; or he would drive along side me in my Camry as I ran so I could drive myself the remainder of the way. Then the weight training sessions after school. 

I hate to admit it, but I began to actually enjoy the physical exertion. For the most part. I still don't recommend it, but no more will I judge those morning joggers and gym goers with so harsh an eye. There are benefits. 

One of which, at least for me, was that I got to shower in the Varsity Showers every morning before school. 

With Daniel.

As we settled into this daily morning routine, the showers at school soon became the biggest motivating factor in my quest for physical fitness. Each time we entered the Varsity Locker Room, still only dimly lit by a few flood lights so early in the morning and completely absent of the Varsity players it usually housed, my brain flashed to my first encounter with Daniel within those walls.

Though my body ached, I was hard by the time I heard the water of the semi-private showers at the end of the room spring to life. Daniel adjusted the water temperature. It was a race to see which of us could strip off our clothes faster. Sometimes, in our haste to undress, we would forget an article or two of clothing and step into the spray, our bodies pressed together and arms grasping at each other, only to find the clammy wetness of fabric still attached to our skins.

Though I wanted nothing more than to admire the beautiful curves of his body, to wash his skin with my tongue and hold him to me until the bell rang, the nearness of other students and the coming first bell always hung over our heads like a knife. It did little to deter us but it added a level of possible discovery and intrigue that was impossible to deny.

Daniel had my back pressed to the tiles of the big open shower space, his hand working my aching cock in a slow twisting motion he was growing more adept at. His lips pressed to my neck and he softly moaned into me. My head rested on the wall behind me and I melted into his kisses, my hand grabbing for his uncut cock as the water poured over us.

The taste of him, the heat of his cock in my hand and mine in his as I kissed him in the open shower was like a drug. 

I was an addict and I didn't care who knew it. 

Well, that wasn't exactly true. A small part of my conscious mind still listened intently for the sounds that would indicate someone coming.

We knew we didn't have time for a full-on sexual encounter in our brief morning sessions, but my hands grabbed at his ass and stroked his cock, feeling his wet balls slap against my wrist as I urged him towards his release.

"Fuck yes..." he groaned against me, his own manipulating on my cock never slacking.

We kissed fiercely under the water, his tongue roughly pressing for entry. I granted it easily, every time. 

"Mmmmm," he moaned into me. "Don't stop, I'm close. A little faster."

I continued as he asked, increasing my speed a bit. 

"Oh shit...yes...oh, god, I'm gonna cum soon. Fuck, you are so fucking hot."

That was the first time Daniel had mentioned ME as being the object of his desire; not just my cock or hole or some body part. 

The effect was instantaneous.

I grabbed at his ass for support and raised onto my toes as I felt my cum travel up my shaft.

"Ahhh," I yelled as quietly as I could, unable to tell him what was coming.

My cum splashed against his stomach and mixed with the hot water and mingled into his body hair. 

"Fuck yes," he moaned and kissed me roughly. 

I felt his cock expand in my hand, my grip tightening in the throws of my release, his tongue making me go weak in the knees. His cum shot upwards and landed on my chest, right between my pecs, as he collapsed on to my body. His cock pressed into my own and my grip expanded so that I held both of our jerking tools in my fist, slowly milking the white cum from us both.

"Ahh...shit...ahhh..."

Our breath came in gasps as our passions ebbed and flowed together. Daniel kissed at my neck and his grip on the small of my back pulled me against him firmly.

It our orgasmic state, we hadn't heard the sound of the main locker room fluorescent lights buzzing to life, or noticed the change in light levels. We were still panting when we heard the voice.

"Is somebody in here?" 

It called and echoed around the empty space, a deep and manly tone.

Daniel and I sprung from each others' embrace as if we had been burned by the sound. We immediately turned to face the wall and opened at least a foot of empty space between us. My cock leaked ropes of white from my still aching slit and they fell to the tiled floor and were washed away immediately. Daniel's own cock was arching up to the ceiling and bobbing as it pulsed out a final stream of his seed. 

At least, with our cocks towards the wall and our bare asses facing the opening of the shower room, anyone who saw us would only see two guys showering before school. 

We heard the footsteps enter the varsity locker room a moment later but we kept our eyes locked on the wall in front of us, knowing that even the slightest change in our posture could give away our very evident states of arousal.

"Daniel? Is that you?" The voice came again.

Daniel craned his neck around, careful to keep his body facing flush to the far wall and answered.

"Yeah, Coach. It's me."

"You're here early."

"Sorry," Daniel began. "Just helping my friend here start up a work out routine." 

He nodded his head in my general direction.

I know it's stupid to think that I would have been invisible to Coach B as he saw the two of us from behind, but until Daniel had indicated, "my friend," I held out the vain hope that I would somehow go unnoticed by the man.

"Who is that?" Coach asked, his voice shattering any lingering hopes of my escape.

"Umm...Hi...coach," the word sounded odd on my tongue. "Hi,...umm. I'm David."

Coach B laughed at my flustered state, a full-throated, very friendly, and utterly masculine sound.

"I know who you are, David. You may not play a sport, but I make it my business to know just about everyone at this school."

"Sorry," I offered, unsure how to respond.

"Keep up the good work, boys. I'm sure Daniel can whip you into shape. He's one of my best players. You're in good hands. Lookin' good, the two of you."

I stood and stared at the wall, my cock deflating rapidly from abject terror mixed with utter confusion at what had just happened. I listened as Coach's footsteps receded towards his office at the far end of the main locker complex. I could have sworn that I heard a deep chuckle under his breath as he left.

I must have imagined it. Coaches didn't chuckle. Certainly not at two naked guys in the Varsity Showers, one of whom was as out of place there as an Octopus in the Sahara. 

"What the fuck just happened?" I asked Daniel, as I released the breath I'd been holding, afraid to so much as move in case the Coach should suspect...something.

"That was Coach B," Daniel said beside me. I noticed that I wasn't the only one to return to his flaccid resting state.

"Obviously, jack-ass," I retorted. "Do you think he saw anything?"

Daniel shrugged and twisted to rinse himself in the shower spray. 

"I dunno," he offered with little evident care in his voice. "If he did, I don't think he cared."

I was shocked, to say the least. 

If the Coach had seen something, then Daniel and I were both at risk. Unless, as Daniel suggested, he truly didn't care. It seemed unfathomable that he COULDN'T have cared. We were two guys, after all. And this was the South. This kind of thing just wasn't done. Was it?

My classes with Daniel had become the highlight of my daily academic experience. We had settled into a comfortable routine in the classroom, one of teasing and furtive glances and secret text messages. I still kept mainly to myself most of the time, but even in my usually day-dreaming state, I began to notice that my classmates had begun to regard me with less hostility, or at least a different degree of apathy.

The attention that Daniel had begun to show me, never overtly really, just an acknowledgment of my existence, had served to awaken others to my presence as well. It was a disconcerting change but not an unwelcome one. No one invited me to the popular parties that weekend, or asked how my night had been, but neither did they simply stare through me on the sidewalk. Now, they would step out of my path if I was walking towards them. 

I wondered if Daniel had sent some kind of message to the popular crowd, through their secret popular club meetings I was sure they held on a weekly basis, alerting them to his protection of me. 

I doubt it. 

High Schoolers are often seen as brainless automatons a vast majority of the time, acting on unseen forces that the rest of the world has moved past and left to dimly recalled memories; but they are often capable of subtle shifts in behavior that most don't give them credit for. It is a strange and unique landscape.

Dr. Plarston's AP English Literature was still my favorite class, and not simply because Daniel had taken up residence across from me and teased me with near constant groping of his package and licking of his lips.

"So, as you know," she began one bright spring day some weeks after our return from Boston, as the air was just beginning to warm, "the SAT's are coming up in two weeks. I know most of you have already taken them, and already applied to schools and universities, but this is the final opportunity to better your previous scores and impress the admissions departments."

I looked at Daniel sitting across from me. I knew that he had gotten into the State University, just a few miles down the road and he was planning to attend. I was still undecided myself, but my options were all very good. Neither of us were in need of taking the SAT's again. 

I had gotten a 1580 (damned quadratic equations had tripped me up, yet again) and I was satisfied with my score. I didn't know what Daniel had gotten, but it was obviously enough to garner a spot at a decent school.

"I'm going to pass around a sheet. Sign your name on the left if you would like to receive some tutoring on the SAT's from one of your peers. And sign on the right if you are willing to tutor a fellow student," Dr. Plarston announced as she held up a clipboard and started it around the classroom. 

"There is extra credit involved for both sides of the tutoring spectrum, so keep that in mind."

The bell rang, releasing us to our next class. I began to pack my things amongst the hustle and bustle of my peers doing the same. I didn't sign the sheet when it arrived at my desk, simply passing it along to the student behind me. I didn't need tutoring, I had no intention of taking the test again; once was more than enough. I doubted if anyone would like to spend any more time with me outside of class, even given my apparent rising social status.

I had maneuvered my backpack onto my shoulders and was headed towards the exit when Dr. Plarston called my name.

"David," she called to me as she sat at her desk. I turned an walked towards her, unsure what she might need from me. I had turned in my assignments and my grades were still the highest in the class.

"Yes?" I asked hesitantly.

She looked up from the clipboard that had made it back to her.

"I'm glad to see that you signed up to tutor." 

"Pardon?" I asked confused. I hadn't signed the paper.

"It's nice to see you reaching out a bit, opening up. I know High School can be a trying time, but I'm happy to see you taking advantage of your time here with us."




Speech and Debate Pt. 07



"I'm sorry," I began again, still flustered and totally unaware of what the hell she was talking about. "I...,"

"Now, there are several people to choose from, any of whom should count themselves lucky to have you on their team. Take your pick."

She held out the clipboard to me and I took it from her without thought. My eyes scanned the names, all of which I recognized. 

There was Amanda of the popular girls, and Ian the jock. Amanda had even placed a little heart over the second A in her name, though that particular letter didn't call for the embellishment. I guessed she was envious of people with an "i" in their name and decided to insert her own Lisa-Frank-esque flare on her signature.

There, at the very top of the right hand side of the page was my name, under the heading "Tutors." It was written concisely and neatly in blue pen. 

But it was not my handwriting. I recognized the script immediately and scanned the left-hand column for the name I knew I would find there.

Sure enough, "Daniel" had written his own name third from the top on the, "In need of tutoring" side. I couldn't help but smile a bit. He signed me up to tutor and signed himself up to be tutored, even though he didn't need it. It was a small gesture, but one that I was sure was meant for me.

"I'll take Daniel," I said, my confidence rising in me as I handed the clipboard back. The double entendre was lost on Dr. Plarston, but I laughed to myself at my own witticism. 

Dr. Plarston seemed surprised, her eyebrows arching high over her glasses as she took the clipboard. 

"Are you sure?" she asked. "There are plenty of other people in need of..."

"I'm sure." I said quickly, halting her apparent concern for my well-being if she placed me directly in the path of a jock. She was a smart woman. They don't just hand out PhD's willy nilly.

I smiled my best smile to reassure her; my heart leapt in my chest as I watched her check off my name and Daniel's on the list before her. It was done. Dr. Plarston still seemed taken aback as I gave her my goodbyes and headed back out to my next class, a new found spring in my step.

I essentially floated above the sidewalk as I made my way to my favorite reading spot, a big tree in the Annex courtyard, the same spot Daniel had first approached me on our first day back from Boston. He had promised me would find a way to see me. He had not disappointed.

I was grinning like an idiot when I fished my phone from my bag and authored a text to Daniel. He stood about 10 yards away with his usual cohort of jocks. And Amy. Always Amy. She was like a bad case of acne I just couldn't seem to shake.

DAVID: You don't know what you just did. You're in my world now, Jock-Boy. You may own the gym, but I got the brains.

I sent the message. 

I watched as Daniel reacted to its delivery and removed his phone from his pocket. He let out a burst of laughter as he read it, making his friends turn towards him as he tried to regain his composure. Daniel didn't seem to pay them any mind as they looked to him for a reason behind his outburst. He swiveled his head around, searching for me. When he found me, my back leaning against my familiar tree, my eyes locked on his face just waiting for him to meet my eyes, he smiled broadly.

No one else existed when he smiled at me like that. I was surrounded by a hundred other students, but I saw only Daniel. Even Amy was like a ghost in my vision. 

He turned his eyes to his phone and I watched as he tapped out his response.

DANIEL: Bring it, Nerd. Game on.

Fuck. I nearly exploded right there. 

My cock was growing in my jeans at a rapid clip. I'm pretty sure Daniel noticed my condition despite me trying to cover it with my books. Damned hormones. 

I leaned my head against the trunk of my tree and stared through the newly budding branches to the bright blue open sky. I let the light stream down on me and closed my eyes to bask in the happiness his reply had sent me spiraling into. 

So few words with such a profound impact. I was definitely addicted. 

In that near euphoric state, I heard Amy's voice break through my fog like an eagle screeching from on high. No, an eagle is too majestic. Her voice was more like that of a Harpy. 

"Who the hell are you texting?" she griped, reaching for the phone in Daniel's hand with her well-manicured claws. They seemed more claw-like now than I had noticed before.

"No one," Daniel said, drawing his phone away from her and moving out of her path as best he could. She nevertheless continued in her struggle to wrest the phone from him until he was able to put it in his pocket and physically pin her arms to her sides when she tried to retrieve it.

"Then why are you smiling like an idiot if it's just 'no one,'" she demanded.

"Are you jealous or something?" Daniel asked.

Ooohh. Bad move. 

I'm as gay as the day is long, but even I knew you're never supposed to bring up jealousy to an agitated female teenager. Not unless you have a well mapped plan of escape. 

Amy nearly went nuclear.

"WHY!? Should I be? Are you texting another girl? Who the hell is she?!"

Daniel paid her little attention as he gathered himself and began to walk away towards the Senior parking lot. Amy continued to harangue him from behind, desperately trying to get him to turn around and confront her. Daniel was having none of it. He just walked and let her rant behind him, only giving her the satisfaction of saying:

"It's not a girl!" 

A few moments later my phone buzzed in my hand.

DANIEL: First tutoring session. My house. 6:30 after baseball practice.

It wasn't a question. 

I quivered a bit at his commanding tone, even given my intellectual upper hand. I could get used to this power struggle.

I had always been acutely aware of the relative cheapness of my vehicle when I parked next to the Mercedes and BMWs my classmates had been given upon that most sacred of teenaged milestones: the driver's license. But I was never more so than when I pulled into Daniel's driveway.

I had to check the address I'd been given by the Upper School Administrator when I informed her of my tutoring plans, just to ensure that I hadn't somehow gotten turned around and ended up in Martha's Vineyard or some other haunt of, "The Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous." 

But I was in the right location.

His house was gigantic. My own modest home could have fit easily inside his garage, with its space for 4 cars as well as a window that hinted at some sort of large room overhead. A FROG, as they are called down south: Finished Room Over the Garage. 

The yard was immaculate and expansive, with a wrought iron fence at the back that hinted at a large wooden deck and the bright unnatural blue of an in-ground pool. Was that a stone fire pit off to the left? Of course it was.

The main house itself stretched up for three visible floors, in a square boxish shape with large front facing windows and hunter-green wooden shutters to each side. The entry way was flanked by two massive columns that supported a large triangular brick and stone awning. The massive front door was banded in brass and surrounded by intricate frosted glass windows. 

I must have gaped as I exited my puny little car and headed up the front walkway to the main door. In my awe of this domicile, I didn't even realize that Daniel's familiar red Jeep wasn't in the driveway. Perhaps he had parked it in one of the copious garage spaces?

My stomach lurched when I pressed the doorbell and heard the sonorous "bing bong" echoing inside through what I could only assume were palatial marble lined floors and mahogany encrusted furniture. I was looking up to the ceiling of the front awning with its matching brass bound porch light when the door swung open in front of me.

I don't know what I was expecting to find, but certainly not the diminutive woman who stood before me with an inviting smile.

"Hi, hun! You must be David," she said with a southern drawl that made it seem like she was singing her greeting to me. It instantly put me at ease.

She was shorter than me, maybe around 5'6" with long dark hair that she wore loose around her shoulders, curled at the ends. Small strands of silver were dusted in it's ebony lengths, but it only made her appear wise, not old. She wore a brightly patterned silk scarf tied around her temples to keep her locks from falling into her face. And what a face it was. 

Her skin was smooth and olive complected, just like Daniel's. Tiny lines crept from the corners of her eyes and encircled her mouth so that she almost seemed to be on the verge of laughing at any moment and made her age an impossibility to guess. She wore a simple tan shirt and khaki pants that fit her well and showed off her athletic body. She was barefoot on the hardwood floor (no marble, thank god!) and her toenails were painted a bright purple, the only sign of the expected southern style.

"Umm...Hi, yes, I'm David." I said, my nerves making my voice break a little as I spoke. "Is Daniel home?"

She smiled at me and I suddenly realized why I was so nervous. Her brown eyes sparkled and danced in the setting sunlight. 

Daniel's eyes. They were nearly identical. The same soft brown, the same wide openness, the same full, dark lashes. Those eyes were truly windows into her being, as they were into her son's. And now, they showed only joy at meeting me. My nerves gave way under her stare and I eased even more.

"He's not home yet, sweetie. Why don't you come in and wait for him. He shouldn't be but a minute or two. You hungry?"

She extended her arm to me and stepped aside to usher me into her home. I mumbled something in reply as best I could as I followed her in and she shut the door behind me.

"The kitchen is just down that hallway there. Let's get you fed!" 

She motioned towards the hallway in front of me, which seemed to stretch on past the limits of my vision. The massive nature of the house dwarfed her as she walked in front of me, her bare feet making little slapping noises on the shining wood floors. But she seemed a part of the place as well. In the coming weeks, I would find touches of her personality on nearly every surface of the place, from the art on the walls to the tools in the kitchen.

In no time, she had me seated on a high stool at the massive island that dominated her kitchen and she busied herself with making me a snack of baby carrots and hummus.

"We like to keep it healthy here," she joked as she set the plate before me.

"Oh, please," came an unseen voice from somewhere behind me. "She's just doing that to impress you, is all. Don't let her fool you."

I turned in my stool to search for the source of the voice, but saw only one long hairy lower leg draped over the back of a white couch that faced the largest TV screen I had ever seen. The owner of that hairy appendage remained obstructed from my view until he lifted himself up a bit to stare at me from his lounging position.

"Oh hush, Adam. I'm doing no such thing. You mind yourself," Daniel's mom clicked towards the man. "Don't mind Adam, hun. He's home on spring break from Vanderbilt. I, for one, can't wait till he goes back!" 

"Hi," Adam called from his couch. 

"Get up and say hello properly please, Adam," his mother admonished. Adam sighed as if this was a huge inconvenience on him, but rose and shuffled to the island.

He was taller than his little brother, of a height with me, but the resemblance was clear. Where Daniel was muscular and built for contact sports, Adam seemed crafted of longer, leaner stuff; not lanky, but built for...I don't know...the tour de France instead of Baseball? 

He plopped himself down in a stool next to mine and repeated his greeting.

"Hey, I'm Adam."

"David," I said. I wasn't sure if I should hold out my hand for a proper shake, but thankfully Adam saved me from wondering.

"Mom, can I have a hot pocket?" he asked.

"Fine. Just don't spoil your dinner. Your father will be home shortly and we will be eating as a family."

Adam rolled his eyes and lumbered to the freezer to make his chosen snack while his mother continued to move around the kitchen, collecting supplies for the aforementioned dinner.

"So," Adam said in my general direction, "you tutoring my little bro?"

"Yeah. SAT's."

"Didn't he already take those?" 

"He can take them again if he wants to, Adam. Leave the poor kid alone," his mother chided, rising from a cabinet with a large stainless steel stock pot big enough to boil me inside.

"I'm only asking, mom. Jeeze!" He pressed the buttons on the microwave and watched his chosen snack rotate inside. "Didn't you go to Boston for the Nationals? Are you the same David?"

"Adam!"

I stopped with a hummus laden carrot stick halfway to my mouth and stared at him. He stared right back at me, through another set of Daniel's eyes. His mouth curved up a little in a slight smile that seemed to say, "the door is open, bud. What are you going to do?"

I cleared my throat.

"Yeah. I went to Boston. Not the same category though. I'm in actual Debate. Lincoln Douglass style. You know? After Abraham Lincoln. The 16th President. Emancipation Proclamation? Freed the slaves. Daniel does original oratory, but then you already know that don't you. Why wouldn't you? Not like he'd hide that fact. I was in Boston too. For what it's worth. I mean, we didn't win anything. The snow made us late? Remember? That snow storm? Never been so cold in all my life. Never seen that much snow in one place. So we didn't get points or anything so it didn't really matter if we went in the first place. But I was in Boston. It was my birthday too. 18th. In Boston. In the snow. But it didn't matter cause we were late..."

"Christ dude, take a breath!" Adam squawked as he did his best to hold back a laugh at my distracted ramblings. "Nervous much?" He waggled his eyebrows at me from across the room and winked.

The sun was apparently taking up residence in my face. I blushed from toes to hairline in a blink.

"You go to your room Adam Samuel, and don't bother David again! You hear me, young man? You get!" 

His mother did his best to save me, even using Adam's middle name, a sure sign of coming trouble for those of us raised down South. Adam shrugged his shoulders and shuffled from the kitchen down the same hallways I'd traveled, headed to some distant part of the manse I couldn't yet begin to fathom, a shit-eating grin still plastered across his face.

I let my heart rate slowly come back to normal when I heard the front door open in the distance and then close just as quickly.

"David?" Daniel called from afar, "You here?"

When Daniel arrived in the kitchen and smiled at me seated at the island, I don't think he was aware of just how obscenely sexual he looked. To me at least.

A navy blue baseball cap sat low on his brows but did nothing to hide his beautiful features. His white button down baseball shirt was unbuttoned and hung loosely around him, exposing a dirty and nearly see through white tank top. The black swirls of his trimmed chest hair poked from above the neck of it and I could just make out the outline of his dark nipples. His tight baseball pants were stained in orange-red mud on the knees and thighs but they hugged his legs in all the right places. His crotch was full and pulled up tightly in what I could only assume was the jock strap he wore beneath. The smell of his sweat and exertion hit me like a tsunami and I blinked in awe at him.

"Daniel! You look a mess! Why didn't you shower before you came home?" His mother asked with a look of embarrassment plastered on her features. 

"Because I didn't want to leave mu buddy David here at your mercy for any longer than absolutely necessary, Mother."

"Very funny," she scoffed lovingly. "Now you boys head up stairs."

I jumped from my seat, doing my best to hide my eagerness. Daniel's chest heaved in his sodden tank top and he stared at me with an intensity that I had come to recognize meant sexual games were about to commence. My body's own intensity began to build as well.

Daniel jerked his head toward the hall way and I followed him as he turned. He very nearly ran towards the stairs and I bounded up behind him.

"Shower! Please!" his mother called to our retreating backs.

One good thing about a sprawling mansion is that I got to walk behind Daniel for much longer than anticipated and watched his rounded muscular ass move beneath the stretchy white fabric of his baseball pants. By the time we neared his room, which I am still not sure exactly how to get to, I was already have erect and near crazy with madness at the urge to touch him.

Daniel closed and locked the door to his room and immediately his mouth was on mine. He held me against him, unmoving, just breathing me in in one long inhale as our lips pressed together. He released me on the exhale.

"That's much better," he said. "I was about to burst I wanted to kiss you so bad downstairs."

The long kiss and the compliment were more than enough to make me his. 

I steadied myself a bit against the emotions and looked around his room. In my fantasies, Daniel's room was covered in sports memorabilia and trophies of all shapes and sizes, satin ribbons in blue and red and yellow marking off all of his many athletic achievements. And those things were there, if in smaller numbers than anticipated. There was a queen sized bed with a grey plaid bedspread. A desk with a laptop and desk lamp. Windows. A dresser. Dirty clothes scattered around the floor. A bookshelf with old notebooks and a few novels. A bedside table and alarm clock. 

I don't know why I expected it to be anything other than what it was: completely ordinary. It looked almost exactly like my room, except for the size, the trophies, and lacking in books. But other than that, not so different from where I was comfortable. 

But it smelled of Daniel. The room reeked of him and the scent that I had come to adore as being HIM. I took it in for a moment as he watched me. I was turning in small circles and gazing at everything when his arms captured me from behind, wrapped around my stomach and pulled my back into his chest. His lips pressed into my shoulder and I eased into his embrace as if I'd been born to reside there.

"Mmmm, that's nice." I said to the air.

"It is." Daniel kissed my ear and I shivered. 

He kissed down my neck and I trembled. His hands moved from around my waist and he grabbed at my growing cock through my jeans. I sucked in through gritted teeth, the strength of his grip taking me by surprise, reminding me that I was almost always at his mercy. I throbbed under his palm.

"Daniel...I...," I started. His fingers found the button of my jeans and undid them with one masculine hand.

"Yeah?" he breathed in my ear.

"Ohhh...I...I," my zipper came down slowly. Daniel flattened his palm on my belly and slid his finger down my hips and under the elastic of my boxer briefs. I felt the tips of them brush my pubes.

"You...?" Daniel teased. 

He grabbed my cock in his grip and tugged me from my pants, my dick bouncing into his palm in the open air as he gently pulled on me.

"Fuuuck...," I tried to resist it, but it felt like my skin was melding to his, like we were becoming one person as he jerked my cock from behind.

"So, what do you have to teach me, nerd?" Daniel whispered, his teeth coming down on my earlobe as he said it through gritted teeth. I moaned and pressed my ass back into his growing dick, my body ready for him to take me right there.

I don't know how I did it, but I somehow shook myself free of that trance and turned to face him, backing up by about 2 feet, a safer distance when I wanted to essentially pounce on him.

"You need to go shower." I said as firmly as I could. "And we WILL be getting some studying done. You may not actually need SAT tutoring, but you could use some help in your other classes I'm sure."




Speech and Debate Pt. 07



Daniel smirked at me, the outline of his dick clear against the white fabric of his pants. He removed his button down shirt and stared at me. I stared back, doing my best to hold my ground. 

He lifted his sweaty tank top and stood there, with his chest exposed, the nipples I'd seen hidden now evident and erect. His fingers traced down his stomach slowly, feeling over the bumps and mounds of his own abs. He undid the button of his pants and pushed them to the floor.

My still exposed cock pulsed and a clear stream of precum fell from my slit to his carpeted floor. Try as I might to hide it, my body ached for him and betrayed my desires.

He stepped out of his pants and socks. As he had done that first night in Boston, he was in his white jock strap with the thick white band at the waist, his rigid member outlined beneath the cotton that strained to hold him back. 

He made it jump and my eyes widened, my mouth began to water.

"Shower...," I commanded in a harsh whispered croak that he had to struggle to hear. It was all I could manage.

"If you insist." 

He turned from me and walked towards the door in the far wall that lead to his own private bathroom. I dug my nails into the palms of my hand to keep from tackling him from behind as I watched the perfectly tanned globes of his ass, outlined in the thin white elastic of the jock. 

The water started and soon I could hear Daniel humming contentedly to himself as he showered. I stuffed my sorely unused dick back into my jeans and zipped myself up, adjusting my hardness so it pointed north just as there was a knock on the door.

I arranged my shirt to cover my boner as best I could and opened the door. Adam stood outside, leaning against the frame and blocking the exit with his entire body.

"So, you gonna make sure my brother gets a decent score?" 

My face was getting flushed again. He knew something about me, about Daniel, and he was enjoying tormenting me about whatever it was he thought we'd done.

"I'm going to do my best," I replied.

"You'd better." 

Adam made as if to return to wherever in the huge house he'd emerged from and I shook my head in confusion as I started to close the door on him.

"He likes you, you know," Daniel's older brother said, a seriousness coming to his voice for the first time since meeting him.

"Likes me?" I asked.

"No need to play dumb, dude. He's been happier than I've seen him in a long time. Ever since he came back from Boston."

I tried to conceal my smile, but failed and ended up studying the floor with mock intensity. Daniel had been happier since Boston? To a great enough degree that his brother had taken notice? My interest was piqued. 

"What do you mean?" I prodded, hoping he might illuminate me as to precisely how Daniel had changed since our fateful trip.

Adam shot me a half smile, so very like the one Daniel used to turn me to goo. But he said nothing and continued down the hallway towards his unknown destination.

"What do you mean?!" I repeated to his retreating back.

"Just take care of him." He replied, not turning to look at me. 

There was a hint of reprisal in his voice, as if he would do all in his power to make sure that I did take care of his little brother. It was simultaneously frightening and endearing to see his love for his sibling so outwardly emoted. 

"He's my little brother and I don't want to see him get hurt."

Adam shuffled down the hall and into a side door without expounding further.

I was still standing in the doorway, holding open the door when Daniel emerged from the shower. I had been so caught up in Adam's mysterious and semi-threatening missive that I hadn't heard the water turn off.

"Was someone there?" He asked from behind me. I shook myself and turned, closing and locking the door behind me once more

Daniel had a length of sky blue towel wrapped around his waist. His skin was flushed and beaded in tiny drops of water, as if he'd slept all night in a field and woke covered in dew. It dripped down his chest and his abs, pooled a little in his belly button and continued down his treasure trail. He breathed deeply and flexed his muscles slightly for my benefit, reveling in my expression as he did so.

His uncut cock bulged beneath the fabric of the towel, the long thick outline of his shaft just making itself known through the covering.

"Better? All clean." Daniel dropped the towel.

His cock was truly a thing of beauty. I'd seen it dozens of times now, but it still sent me to trembling every time he revealed it to me. It was just plumping up, swelling a bit but still flaccid enough that it hung over his massive balls. His dark pubic hair was trimmed and framed it perfectly. There were no tan lines on his waist, the olive skin of his stomach flowing seamlessly into that of his groin.

"That's a loaded question to ask me while naked, and you know it," I said low in my chest, my passions beginning to ignite, my body starting to tingle in anticipation of his imminent touch.

Daniel walked towards me slowly, his eyes still holding my gaze. When he was just inches from me, I felt his fingers at the hem of my shirt. I didn't try to stop him as he lifted it above my head, my arms rising easily as he tossed it aside to pool on the floor amongst his own clothes. His palms rested on my chest as he stared into me. 

I could feel the warmth of his shower, the dampness of his skin as it made contact with mine. He pressed his fingers into me and slid his hands down my sides, over my ribs and my hips, and rested finally on my ass. He pulled me closer to him, my hardening cock pressing into his stomach through my jeans.

I couldn't speak. Daniel was the leader here. We may have begun this with the ruse of me being the teacher and him the student. But this was his room, his place in this world, and he could do what he liked here. Including me.

His fingers found my button and zipper again, and pushed my jeans to the floor with ease, careful to never break my gaze as he disrobed me. As if hypnotized, I couldn't tear my eyes from his face, the chiseled angle of his jaw line and the strong, straight shape of his nose and full lips. I stepped from my jeans and was finally equally as exposed as he was.

Daniel looked down, finally letting my eyes free, gazing at my cock as it rose from semi erect to full throbbing mast. When he looked back at me, he was smiling and there was an unmistakably hungry look in his eyes.

"Now that's much better."

He brushed a quick kiss across my lips and sank to his knees before me, resting on his heels, his hands gripping my hips and making sure I wouldn't escape.

His tongue licked at my slit and made a lazy circle around the rim of my cock as he looked up at me through his dark lashes. His hand gripped my shaft at the base and he guided me towards his open mouth, sucking me in and wetting me with his tongue. 

He lavished my dick, running his tongue over it and swirling it around, teasing every nerve as he slowly jerked me with his strong hand.

"Daniel...your...oh, fuck..." I was trying to tell him that his brother had spoken cryptically to me, but his tongue fluttered over the sensitive skin under my cock-head. He bobbed his head downwards and took half of me into him as I tried.

"Mmmm," Daniel moaned through his full mouth, one hand rolling my full balls in his palm like dice as he jerked me and sucked at the same time.

"Holy, shit...," I started, " Daniel, Add...oh my god...Adam was he...ahhh don't stop that, do that again."

Daniel's brown eyes looked up at me and he pushed himself further until I was nearly all the way down his throat, which he opened for me with ease. My fingers worked through his short black hair, urging him on despite my protestations to the contrary.

Daniel bobbed on my shaft and worked his tongue in swirls over my head on the back stroke.

"Fuck! We have to study Daniel." I said, though it pained me greatly and I said it with only half-hearted enthusiasm. Half-hearted at best.

Daniel pulled back from my cock and looked up at me from his position resting on his heels. 

"We can study once you fuck my face and I taste your cum." He said as he jerked my saliva slicked cock. Those were his terms and he had stated them with no hint of uncertainty.

He opened his mouth again and pushed me all the way to the base. Watching my huge dick disappear down his throat and his desire for me to fuck his face and swallow my load still resounding in my head drove my academic pursuits from me.

I grabbed the sides of his head and thrust myself into him. I pulled back and watched his eyes as I thrust back in. 

They were so open, so willing. He knew I wouldn't hurt him, but he wanted me to use him.

I obliged and picked up my speed, plunging in and out of his throat, ignoring the small gagging noises he made and the tears that began to leak from the corners of his eyes. I held him in place and forced my cock deep inside him.

Daniel's own hand was furiously jerking his cock, pointed directly at his face. He groaned and moaned and his body writhed in time with my thrusts. 

I felt myself getting close.

"Shit, you want me to cum down your throat?"

Daniel nodded as I plunged my cock into him, just on the verge of viciousness.

"Are you ready for my load, jock boy?"

He nodded again.

I jerked my cock from his throat and aimed it straight at his face. His mouth remained open and his tongue outstretched, ready to receive his prize.

Daniel leaned forward to be nearer the source of his coming meal and took my first shot right on his tongue and over his stubble lined cheeks. I let out a quiet roar as I pumped three more streams into him, Daniel finally closing his lips over my head and sucking the cum from me, licking at my slit and collecting it all.

I watched him swallow my load as his lips kissed and licked my shaft from my tip to my balls. My breath came in gulps. I was growing used to the enhanced effect Daniel had on the size of my loads, but it was still sometimes too much to handle.

Daniel rose gracefully and pulled my face down to kiss him. I tasted my seed on his tongue as he opened for me and explored my mouth. 

"God. That was perfect," he said when he pulled back, my face still held gently between his palms.

"It was," I agreed. There was something I had been trying to tell him before he'd obliterated logical thought. What was it?

"I'm not through with you yet, nerd."

Daniel put his palms to my chest and pushed me backwards towards his bed. I let him lead me, gentle push by gentle push, the grin on his face widening as I neared his intended destination. It seemed I could watch his intentions grow, watch the playlist of what he wanted to do to me and what he wanted me to do to him expand as we got closer to the mattress.

My knees bumped the footboard and all it took was one final shove for Daniel to lay me flat out on my back. My sensitive cock leaked an errant bead of white onto my stomach as Daniel crawled onto the bed, his knees to either side of my body.

"Did you like that? Gagging me with your big cock?"

His arms rippled as he pinned my wrists over my head and pressed me to the mattress with a kiss, not giving me a chance to answer his question. His bare ass hovered just over my cock and my hips pressed up from the bed on their own, wanting, needing, seeking to be buried inside him again.

"See, there's a plan here, nerd," Daniel began, his face drawing close to mine, my wrists still held in his grasp. He kissed my clavicle and pushed his ass back so that my dick pressed into his crack.

"Mmmm...see, now that you've given me one load, it should take you a lot longer to give me your second."

His eyes sparkled in the light above me, afire with the wickedness of his plan and the new heights of pleasure he planned to push me, as well as himself, to and over.

"They call it milking, so I've read. I hope you didn't have plans for the next hour or two," he teased. 

He knew and I knew that even if I had, I would have dropped them in an instant had he asked. 

"You're going to fuck me long and slow. I'm gonna ride your cock till you want to explode. I want you buried so deep inside me I can't tell where I end and you begin. You understand me?"

I nodded, my mouth dry and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.

"Good. Let's begin, Nerd."

He released my hands and flipped his direction quickly, placing the perfect rounded mounds of his ass directly over my face.

"Get me ready," He commanded, kneeling astride my shoulders.

My hands grabbed at his ass cheeks and spread them easily, his pink hole exposed to me again. My mouth watered and I was finally able to cleave my tongue from the roof of my mouth. I plunged it directly into him.

"Ohhhhhhh, yes."

Daniel arched forward, his hands grabbing my thighs. I raised my knees to give him something to hold onto, to use to push himself against me.

Hummus and carrots had not been enough, so I ravaged his opening with everything I had, burying my face into him until I was forced to pull back for fear of actual suffocation. Daniel, for his part, used his new leverage on my knees to undulate his lower body, fucking himself against my tongue and pressing his hole into my mouth.

A constant whine of pleasure eased from him and drove me on.

"Ooooo, finger...," he panted when he could catch his breath, "fuck, oh my god, finger!"

I wet one long finger and pressed it to his hole. His ass pushed back against me and I slipped inside him as smooth as silk. I didn't even have to move my hand; Daniel took over the motion, riding my long, thin digit with ease.

"More."

He didn't say how much more, so I placed two more fingertips at his loosening hole when he pulled back from me. When he pressed back down again, he threw his head back in pleasure and he screamed so loud I thought for sure that his parents or brother would hear. The idea of being caught in the act only made it all the hotter. His sphincter squeezed all three of my digits tightly, and I could feel him convulse around me.

"Oh fuck David. Yeah, dude, fuck my hole...god it feels so good."

I used fingers and tongue to fuck him, turning my digits inside and arching them towards his hard stomach, searching for that ball of nerves I knew would satisfy him. He began to glisten with a thin sheen of sweat, panting heavy and fast but loosening to my touch bit by bit. When I brushed his prostate, he collapsed onto my raised knees and seemed to have difficulty raising himself back up. His triceps trembled and I watched the normally strong muscles of his back and lats shake as he tried.

"Oh shit, David. I can't take it anymore."

He rolled off of me and flipped himself around, flopping his entire weight into me, pressing along the entire length of my right side. I turned to face him as much as I could and pulled his flushed face up to kiss him. Our cocks ground into each other, the sweat and steam of our passion making them slip and slide against each other while our tongues kept time for our two person sexual tango.

I never wanted to move from there, never wanted to let him out of my arms. 

Daniel threw one massive hairy thigh over my legs.

"I want to look at you while you fuck me," he said while he continued to grind himself into me. 

Holding him close, I placed my free arm under his knee and hoisted his leg near my shoulders. He was bulky and muscular, but he was also more agile and flexible than that muscle might convey. His forehead pressed close to mine, our noses touching, his hairy chest heaving and bumping with mine, sensitive nipples hitting sensitive nipples. I held his leg up and thanked the heavens for my extra three inches of height. It meant that I could angle myself under him.

Daniel reached between us and gripped my cock in one hand, maneuvering it with some difficultly until it rested right against his slick hole.

He kissed me gently and nodded into my kiss. I pushed forward and felt the head of my cock pop inside of him.

"Ahhhhhhhhh my god," Daniel moaned. His eyes fluttered closed and he bit his lower lip between his teeth. I loved being able to see his expression as I entered him. 

"Mmmm...more."

I pressed further and watched as his mouth opened as inch after inch of me pressed into him. I could feel his uncut cock pressed into my stomach begin to twitch and jump, coating my skin with his slick precum.

"Give it to me," he whimpered, his free hand grasping my neck in a death grip, smashing my face to his in a kiss full of violence and caring in equal and erotic measure.

I finished my thrust and felt his hole settle onto my pubes. His ass spasmed up and down my shaft like the lights on a Test-Your-Strength-Sledgehammer-Game at the State Fair. Wave after wave of him, up and down and back again, squeezing me tightly.

His hips began to rock, but he had little range of movement here. I know he wanted it slowly so I started out that way. I used the weight of his body as my counterweight, allowing gravity to pull him back down to my hips as I thrust in.

Each movement seemed to set him trembling anew.

"It's... It's...the whole time...It's too...," he was gasping for air, trying to speak but unable to find the strength as I slowly pumped myself inside of him and then withdrew from him, keeping only an inch or two trapped.

His cock was throbbing in a rhythm now, pressing into my stomach as his arms wound around my neck, trying to hold on to me as if he needed the support.

I pushed in again and Daniel moaned. I felt his cock expand and the first jet of supremely hot cum squirt between our stomachs. Trapped there, he pulsed again and again, jet after jet of his cum smearing our torsos as we slipped and writhed into each other.

"Don't stop...keep going...it's the spot...the whole...oh...god baby, don't stop."

That word. He'd never said that word before. Nerd, dude, Bud. Those I was used to. He'd called me, "baby."

Something snapped in me, some unseen gate opened and parts of me I didn't realize I kept hidden were suddenly flung into the light. Daniel continued to paint our stomachs with his cum, leaking between us to the sheets below.

"Say it again," I growled at him as I pushed my cock into him, quicker than before.

"Don't stop, baby. Oh. Fuck!"

I slammed myself into him again.

"Yes! Fuck!"

Again I rammed myself in. 

I could feel him trembling, see his eyes closed tight and the grip of his arms around my neck as he held on for dear life. I began to pound his hole with all I could at my sideways angle.

Daniel let out a wordless moan, his mouth hanging open, eyes glazed, fingernails digging into my shoulders.

"Don't...stop...don't stop...oh god, I'm gonna cum again...oh jesus fucking christ...fuck...don't...Oh fuck baby." 

He drew out the last syllable of that final word as he began to ride another round of orgasm.

I felt his ass clamp down on my pole as I sheathed it in him a final time. The word "baby" echoed in my skull and I felt myself empty into him, fill him entirely. I couldn't even moan as I came, only convulse soundlessly, my essence ripped from the depths of me and exploding into him.

Daniel whimpered and whined as he wound himself in slow circles on my hips, feeling my cum smear against his insides, some of me leaking from his hole and dripping down my spent balls to the bedspread below. 

We stayed like that for a long time, my cock pulsing my life inside of him, his hole squeezing me tightly, until our breathing evened and we slowly returned to normal. He eased himself from me with a satisfied sigh and nuzzled up next to my chest.

I turned and glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table.

"Sorry," I said.

"For what?" he asked, "That was beyond incredible."




Speech and Debate Pt. 07



"It took all of 23 minutes. You wanted to go for hours."

He laughed, his strong arm coming to rest over my chest and play lazily with my nipple.

"I'll let it slide this time. I may have over estimated how much pleasure I can take at one sitting. Those two damned near killed me."

I could have fallen asleep right there, naked and satisfied on Daniel's bed, his soft black hair tickling my shoulder and brushing against my nose when I leaned in to kiss the top of his head. 

But the universe is a cruel mistress.

For the second time in an hour or so, a knock on the door sent me scurrying to retrieve my clothes from where Daniel had removed them and frantically searching for my backpack. Daniel crawled easily from the bed and picked up a pair of boxer shorts, apparently at ease with near total nudity around whomever was on the other side of the door.

By the time they knocked again, I was sure they would hear me rustling to get dressed. Daniel gave me only a moment of breathing room, just barely enough time to zip up my jeans again, before he pulled open the door.

"Dinner's ready hun." Came his mother's voice. "You two have a good study session?"

"The best," Daniel said. "I'll be down in a minute, Mom."

"David?" she asked from the door, "you're more than welcome to stay."

My heart pounded fit to beat the band, from my anxiety at almost being discovered naked in her son's bed, covered in his cum, my own leaking from his thoroughly fucked ass,AND the offer to stay for dinner.

"I'd love to, ma'am, but I really have to get home. My mamma's got her own dinner plans tonight, I'm afraid. Another time, I hope."

"Consider it a standing offer, Sweet Pea." She turned and headed back downstairs.

Daniel closed the door.

"She likes you," he joked boyishly, that half smile giving me a run for my money again. 

Could I go for a third? Better not risk it.

"I'm glad. I like her too. Way different than I expected." I offered as I straightened myself and gathered my book bag on my shoulders. 

"She's an old hippie. Peace, Love, and Sunshine, and all that stuff from the 70's or whatever," Daniel said, with a tone that hinted that he had already tried and failed many times over to understand his mother and her history but that it was a lost cause at this point. 

"She's great." I made ready to leave.

"We're still on for our run in the morning, Nerd," Daniel informed me, not hint of question. Declarative statement.

I rolled my eyes and held back a disappointed groan but nodded.

"Fine. See you in the morning."

Daniel leaned forward to kiss me again, softly. 

Whatever this had become, wherever it had started, it was something entirely different now. There was emotion building up between us, a history and a past that could crush us if we didn't handle it carefully. I felt...something... for him, when he brushed his lips to mine. Something deeper than mere caring. 

It was almost love. Maybe it was love. The Greeks say Love comes in many different forms. I am not sure what "Love," this was, but it was growing rapidly. It was already to a point where denying it was beyond pathetic.

"Bye." Daniel said with a smile and turned back to his room to find suitable clothes for dinner. 

I made my way downstairs and to the entryway without much effort. I only got turned around once when I missed a connecting hallway and ended up in a room that I can only assume was designed for piano concerts of some kind, given the Baby Grand piano it housed. But I soon found the front door and was about to open it when Adam's hand on the handle halted my exit.

"Don't forget your jacket," he said, holding it out to me. In my haste to get upstairs with Daniel, I had left it on the stool in the kitchen.

"Thanks," I said, dropping my eyes to his feet, unable to look him in the eyes after my rambling and his mysterious warnings.

"Thank you." He put an odd emphasis on the second word. "Sounded like you took good care of my little bro."

He smiled at me and winked again. 

I could have died right there. Adam KNEW.

My face felt like a furnace and I booked it past Adam and down the front walkway to my car in a flash. If my Mamma ever found out that I left without saying "goodbye" or "thank you" to my gracious hosts, she would have made it impossible for me to sit down for a solid month. 

Despite feeling my impending demise rapidly approaching, I woke the next morning and arrived at school with no negative consequences. The school day passed as it always did, slowly and with my mind reliving my exploits with Daniel in a vivid technicolor loop. My two periods with Daniel were becoming a welcome distraction and I silently thanked my mother for instilling a strong work ethic in me. I was somehow able to juggle my course load with my expanding sexual fantasies and distracted interactions with Daniel and not see a decline in my performance on any level.

In my final class of the day, while I watched the clock slowly tick down the minutes and seconds until my parole from my academic prison, as I'd come to consider it, since it kept me from my truly encompassing desire of Daniel, I was daydreaming of what lay beneath his jeans when a pastel pink slip of paper was placed on my desk by the teacher.

I knew what that meant.

It was the "official" slip that meant a student was summoned before someone of authority. Someone needed to see me; the principal, a teacher, administrator.

My name was on the top in a neat script, and the lines underneath scribbled out my instructions:

David,

Please come see me in my office ASAP after school today. Thanks. Coach B.

Panic took hold immediately and I looked around the room like an animal caught in a trap. There were still five minutes left of class, and in those five minutes, I imagined every possible horrible scenario that was surely about to come crashing down around my ears.

Adam had somehow told the Coach what he suspected of me and Daniel. Coach was going to put an end to the distraction of his star athlete. Daniel's parents would be in the office when I arrived. They would scream at me for corrupting their son with my homosexual ways. Daniel would be there, unable to end our dalliance himself and turning to his Coach and mentor to bring us to an abrupt end. 

Over and over they played in my mind, always ending with me alone, standing against several very angry and hate-filled adults who judged and sentenced me, leaving me beaten and broken, lower than I'd ever been before.

I wanted to cry, to scream, to run and hide. I was in fight or flight mode, full-scale.

The bell finally rang and I lifted myself on shaky legs and made my way to the courtyard. 

Could I just run to my car and pretend I hadn't seen the paper? Would the Coach call my house? Were my parents already in his office right now?

My body carried my mind like a snail in its shell, stumbling towards the Gym Complex. I felt like people were talking about me as I walked, like they knew where I was headed and why. They would surely be there to witness my downfall. How could a nerd like me expect to remain on his rising social path? I would get what was coming to me for deigning to reach above my station.

Numbness eventually settled in and like a living coma patient I ambled towards my final punishment.

The two dozen or so times I had been in the Locker Rooms, all of them in the company of Daniel, a guide and protector in the strange realm, there had been no one else present. When I opened the heavy double door and shuffled in, I was met with a vast array of my athletically gifted peers, all in various states of undress.

There were the expected quick movements to cover themselves under the gaze of my gay eyes. Towels were wrapped quickly around bare waists and hands covered teenaged packages. I paid them no mind. They could have been in the midst of the worlds most intense gay orgy and I wouldn't have noticed a thing.

Thankfully no one spoke to me as I wound around my classmates. They must have been as surprised to find me there as I was to be there. They all towered over me, or seemed to despite their actual height. These were the top echelon of this school. I was in a forrest where every tree could, would, and sometimes had made it their mission to torment me. And I was willingly, in so far as I had a choice in the matter, placing myself on their turf and at their mercy.

My eyes must have been as wide as saucers, but I saw nothing. I was nearly to the far door where I knew I could find Coach B's office and where my fate lay. I passed the opening to the Varsity Locker rooms without noticing.

"Hey! Nerd!" Daniel's voice shouted from off to my right, echoing in the open spaces.

I turned to him, my body naturally responding to the sound of his voice and the pet name he had lavished on me since our first night together. Even in my zombie state, Daniel still held sway. 

"Woah, David. Are you okay?" Daniel asked as he approached me. He was naked from the waist up and wore a white towel to cover himself. My lower lip trembled. 

I would not cry in front of him, not in front of him or his jock confidants. 

I. Would. Not.

"I...I'm..." I stuttered, unsure if I should speak or what to say, terrified that speaking would let loose the floods I was desperately keeping locked inside be with everything I had.

Daniel's strong hands rested on my shoulders and squeezed gently, a sign of encouragement. He had come to recognize when I was on the verge of something new, something terrifying; in his growing connection to me, he sought to make it better. I could have kissed him for it. If it wouldn't have meant being torn limb from limb by the entire varsity baseball team, that is.

"You'll be fine," he said quietly to me. A few pairs of eyes turned towards us, Daniel's hands on my shoulders and his gaze holding mine. I trembled at the openness of it all, the vulnerability. 

"Coach B is a good guy. You've got nothing to worry about."

"But what if he...what if...," my mind started the horrible montage of all the ways this could end terribly. Then I realized that Daniel...

"Do you know why I'm here?" I asked, suddenly aware that he was not at all shocked to see me here where I never should have been. Daniel smiled and winked at me.

"Coach is waiting for you. Chin up, Nerd. Don't worry." 

He turned from me with a gentle shove in the direction of Coach B's office. As he walked back into the Varsity Locker room he dropped his white towel and sauntered slowly to his locker, making sure I got a full view of his muscular back and perfectly round ass as he moved.

Even that site didn't completely erase my fear. 

It helped. A little. Okay, more than a little.

I knocked timidly on Coach B's door and entered when I heard a firm, "come in." 

"David," Coach B said, seated behind his utilitarian desk, surrounded by file cabinets and shelves full of trophies and ribbons from his distinguished career here. 

"Good to see you again. How've you been, bud?"

Well, that certainly wasn't what I had expected.

His voice was friendly and open. And he'd called me bud. Did he not remember me from 9th grade P.E and the humiliation of my legendary attempt at anything involving coordination of any kind? 

"I... I'm okay, I guess. Coach." The word still felt foreign to me. 

"Thanks for stopping by," he said. "Have a seat. I have a proposition for you."

That could mean anything. I could still be in for a world of hurt. I numbly took a seat in one of the two folding chairs he set up across from his desk. I kept my hands on my knees and tried my best to stop their trembling from becoming too noticeable. I took a deep breath and readied myself for the blow.

"As you may know," Coach B began, "Jason is out for the rest of the semester with a case of mono."

I had heard about Jason's unfortunate medical dilemma. We all had. He had made the mistake of going to a party with the infamously held-back walking petri-dish of virus and bacteria known as Katy. I was of the opinion that he got what he deserved, but I kept that to myself.

"Yeah," I said, keeping my reply short, sweet, and too the point.

"Well, Jason is...was...the Varsity Baseball Team Manager. Now I have to replace him for the rest of our season, which as you may or may not be aware, starts this coming weekend. I was wondering if you might be interested in the position?"

He let the question hang between us for a while. I had come expecting to be demolished, but instead I was offered a job. Had I fallen through a worm hole on the way here and landed in bizzaro-land?

"Ummm...I..." I stammered in my haste to say something, but unsure what to say. 

Coach B rescued me from my ramblings.

"You'd get a uniform, of course. First initial, Last name. Take care of travel arrangements, ensure the equipment is packed and stored well, make sure everyone has what they need. Basically take care of the team when we travel and when we play here at home. There's some math and stats involved as well, but as I understand it, you far surpass Jason in that field already, so I think you'll pick it up pretty quick. What do you say?"

My mouth hung open.

"Did I mention, when we travel, everything is covered? And we each get private rooms."

I wasn't sure what he was hinting at, but there was something in his tone that indicated he had just sweetened the deal with that offer.

"Why me?" I asked and was just as stunned as him to hear the words come out of my own mouth.

"Daniel tells me you are a very...capable...young man and we'd be lucky to have you."

He stared at me over folded hands. 

He knew. I could tell that he knew. Why wasn't he getting angry, yelling, screaming, shouting and calling me names?

"Individual. Rooms." He repeated each word slowly, enunciating them to the fullest.

"Sure," I said. It wasn't until I saw him smile that I realized I had just accepted his offer.

"Good," Coach B replied as he shuffled some papers around on his desk. He found what he was looking for and handed the sheet of paper across to me.

"Here's a general schedule. We'll get the rest of your paperwork and uniform specifications set up tomorrow after practice. You'll start tomorrow after school. 3:45. Cool?"

I held the schedule and glanced down at the list of times and places. Times and places I would now be spending with Daniel. I felt the smile creeping up my face.

"Very cool," I said.

"DANIEL!" Coach be suddenly roared, startling me a bit so I dropped the paper and had to scramble to pick it up as it floated to the ground.

Daniel's bare torso poked through the semi-cracked door. I had forgotten to close it behind me in my nervousness upon entering.

"Yeah, Coach?" He asked. 

I turned to see his face, shoulders and chest in the doorway, the rest of him still in the locker room. He met my gaze and winked at me. I smiled back at him. I would have to think of some way to repay him for letting me suffer in my head when he obviously already knew what this meeting had been about. My cock began to swell in my jeans as I thought of the possibilities.

"Made a good call on David, here," Coach said. "He's gonna be our new team manager."

"Oh yeah?" Daniel said with mock surprise. He maneuvered himself into the office and I was faced with the full glory of his body. He wore his baseball jock and something I would come to know as a cup. But that was it. His hands came to his hips and he expanded himself to his full height and girth. 

He never looked at me, but he knew exactly what he was doing. He was showing off for me. His abs tightened and I watched the muscle ripple down the lines of his adonis plate and gently shift the bulge in his jock.

My mouth went dry again.

"It will do us some good to have a little brains amongst all of y'alls brawn." Coach said. "Maybe he can make y'all shower more too. The smell of you is nightmare inducing sometimes."

He chuckled at his own joke. There was truth to his statement. The smell of the locker room now that it was full of jocks was more...pungent...than when Daniel and I came here to shower together in the mornings after our runs.

"I'm glad it worked out," Daniel said as he extended his hand towards me. I rose from my chair to take it. I met his eyes and refused to break that gaze. It was something I never would have thought possible, not in a million years, but I had just been ushered into his world. I was a part of it now, truly a part of it. 

As mind boggling as that was, I was looking forward to the possibilities. 

"I look forward to working with you, Nerd," he said, taking my hand firmly in his.

"You too, Jock." I shook his hand with equal firmness and watched his eyes widen a bit at my show of strength.

He had opened the door for me. 

With that handshake, I stepped through it with new-found confidence and into a strange and unfamiliar world.



Speech and Debate Pt. 08



I hope you enjoy this chapter. Sorry it took me longer than usual to post this chapter. I had originally planned this to be ONE long chapter, but it proved too bulky. So now you get TWO chapters at once! Hope you enjoy it. This also means that now there will be a total of at least 14 chapters when the series is completed. Maybe more! 

DISCLAIMER: The following fictional story deals with sex among males. If you are offended by such material, are too young, or reside in an area where it is not allowed, depart. Though not observed in this story, care enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe sex.

The author retains all rights. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the author's consent.

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A Nerd in Jock's Clothing: Go, Team, Go!

By D. A. Mackey

Because I am, first and foremost, a nerd of the highest degree, and because my mother is also an educator, I approached the task of learning baseball in the only way I found logical: I watched the sport on TV surrounded by reference books I'd checked out from the public library. My mother found me, legal pad on my knees, furiously scribbling every thing I could think of as I watched ESPN for the first time in my life. She stood in the doorway, laundry basket wedged skillfully to her hip in stunned silence at first, mouth working but unable to really articulate the millions of questions she must have had. 

"Who are you, and what have you done with my son, David?" She asked, startling me from the game. 

Despite what people may say about baseball being a slow paced sport where little actually happens, I was finding my attention to the game brought up countless and unending avenues of exploration. I entered the task knowing little more than that several people swung at a ball with a bat and made their way counter-clockwise across four bases, so everything aside from those most basic of basic facts was new to me.

"Very funny, Mamma," I shot back in my best teenager impersonation. "I might as well tell you now, since you're gonna have to sign the release form anyways: I'm the new Varsity Baseball Team Manager."

The laundry basket crashed to the floor and my mamma busied herself with repacking it to cover her shock.

"Well, honey, you know your father and I support you in anything you want to do. Even that."

I made some grunt of approval in her general direction and continued my note taking. She regathered the laundry and made her way to leave. I heard her footsteps quickened as she left until she was nearly running towards the stairs and second floor laundry room.

"Siiiissssyyyy...," she shouted as she took to the stairs in what had to be two by two leaps, calling for my sister in the family nickname. "Sissy, where are you!"

I rolled my eyes and waited for what I knew was going to follow.

Surely as the night follows the day, a harsh bark of laughter soon hit my ears, my little sister apparently taking my mother's new gossip with every ounce of grace that I'd come to expect from my darkly inclined sibling. For a full minute, I heard the laughter echo from upstairs, hushed by my mother's all-too-late reprimands, which were also fully audible.

Let them laugh. I wasn't going to let them get me down. The idea of being the new team manager was exciting. First because it offered a new opportunity to learn something I never thought I would want to learn, and second because it meant I would be spending more time with Daniel. My mother and sister could cackle till the cows came home, I was getting the better end of this bargain by far.

The first Home Game found me tucked into a team uniform emblazoned with my first initial and last name across the back, complete with a patch above the school crest and the embroidered title of "Manager" in royal blue thread beneath it. The Coach had given me a pair of baseball pants which I now wore along with baseball cleats and knee high blue cotton socks with white stripes down the sides. 

I felt like I was wearing a ridiculous costume, but my new teammates assured me that I looked the part.

I had to silently thank Daniel for his attempts at upping my physical fitness game. Hauling the many mesh bags full of bats and balls and various assorted gear that I had to haul from the gym storage room out to the baseball field would have killed me just a few short weeks ago. I now rather enjoyed the slight ache in my shoulders when I'd finished setting up the equipment and organized the dugout as instructed. 

The innings passed by quickly for me and I kept track of the few stats that Coach had told me to run for him, as well as maintained the video camera feeds from the dugout and the two remote cameras set up on the lights behind the home plate. I couldn't help but think that the Theater Department could have greatly used just ONE recording device, while the Baseball team had two wireless, permanent, and waterproof cameras installed just to re-watch games and form after the fact. But decrying the unequal nature of athletic and artistic funding in the private school industrial complex is a fool's errand in most cases. 

In no time, my first home game was over and the players, satisfied with a 4-2 win over the visiting team, all headed back to the gym complex to clean up and shower. I had to stay late and collect the scattered equipment back into the mesh bags and haul them back to the storage room. 

Daniel approached me as I stuffed a few metal bats into a carrying case. 

"So, nerd," he started, keeping an eye on the retreating backs of our departing teammates. "How was it the first time out?"

"Not too horrible," I shrugged. "Once you get over the stench of you all..." I wrinkled up my nose in mock admiration for his post game funk and was rewarded with his booming chuckle.

He stepped closer to me and leaned his head to mine so that his face hovered a few inches in front of my nose. I stopped my cleaning, my grip reflexively tightening on the slender phallic bat in my hand, wishing it was Daniel I held between my fingers.

"The uniform is doing it for me," he groped at the front of his tight white baseball pants, "you should keep them on until everyone leaves."

His hand traveled the outline of his growing cock as it expanded across his hip bone, entirely visible beneath the elastic fabrics. He shouldered his duffle bag and swung it in front of his body to hide his arousal.

"See you in the showers, Nerd," he shouted back over his shoulder as he walked from me to join the team.

His sculpted ass in the pants and his implied arousal with visual proof worked like a charm, as I'm quite sure Daniel intended. In seconds, I had the dugout cleaned and the equipment stored in bags. I had taken the bags individually back and forth before the game. Now, I shouldered everything that had taken me three trips, loaded myself down like a pack mule and nearly sprinted after Daniel towards the gym. It is amazing what adrenaline and the prospect of sex with a gorgeous man who wants you as much as you want him will make you capable of.

The equipment storage room, with the plywood shelves and myriad assortment of balls was two doors past the Varsity showers. This meant that as I dragged each mesh bag from the pile at the entrance to the storage room, I got a full 5 second view of my baseball teammates as they showered and cleaned up after the game.

Daniel had once made casual mention of the fact that Jocks often showed off and messed around together without homoerotic intent, even jerking off together to the same porn video at times. Well, perhaps it is my gay liberal bias or some form of fantasy projection, but watching nine naked 18 year old men shower together is most assuredly homoerotic, no matter the original intentions of the participants. The guys themselves seemed unaware of this fact, but the steam filled shower room positively oozed pheromones, masculinity, and the basest most animalistic form of sex.

Daniel was the most stunning of them, at least to my eye. He was the shortest of the group, but his mounded chest muscles and tight abs all covered in a trimmed mat of black chest hair gave him a kind of masculine maturity that the other guys could do little to compete with. His uncut cock hung down his thighs, the water flowing down his semi-soft length and off his exposed cock head. His balls swung as he maneuvered and twisted in the flow of the hot water. His whole being screamed sexual dominance. His was the largest cock in the room, at least while mostly soft, the only uncut member, and the hairiest specimen with some of the most visible muscle mass in proportion to his size. 

And he was mine.

On my second trip past the shower, Daniel caught my eye as I peaked. He made sure to jiggle his bits and flex his muscles for me with a lick of his lips. He was very much aware of what that would do to me, especially surrounded by so much naked man flesh and in the very same shower we shared and fucked in most mornings.

I succeeded in NOT looking towards my naked classmates as I went to retrieve the last bag of supplies. I had to steady myself and take a deep breath before I passed the opening to the showers this last time. As I did so, Daniel dropped a bombshell that, for his teammates, must have seemed innocuous, but to me was an undeniable body blow.

"Dude, I'm so horny," he began right as I stepped into view. "I'm getting boned up just thinking about my own hand. That's fuckin' pathetic of me." 

My eyes raised from their intended study of the floor tiles and I was greeted by a profile view of Daniel as he gripped his fully hard cock and stroked himself slowly, his thumb making a small circle on his slit. I couldn't move from the spot, stooped over, the bag strapped to my shoulder like some kind of teenaged gay Santa Clause caught sneaking down the chimney.

"What about Amy?" Paul asked from Daniel's left. 

He was the tallest of the team, standing at nearly six feet four inches. He was lanky with a broad swimmers chest that narrowed into well formed hips and legs. Despite his height, the blonde trimmed cock that hung between his thighs seemed to be mostly average, but not un-pretty. It seemed to be thickening as he looked to Daniel.

"What about her?" Daniel asked still stroking himself and not breaking eye contact with Paul. 

I felt for the guy, having been on the receiving end of that stare more than once. The dude was a goner. Wave the white flag, Paul. It's all over from here, sorry to tell ya. 

"She's more interested in prom and graduation than me recently," Daniel continued. "Man, fuck her."

"Is that an offer?" Ian joked from the right. 

The other players all laughed. I mean, you laughed when Ian made a joke. That was just common survival sense. The man was a solid 225 lbs of nothing but rock hard muscle. He had won two teen bodybuilding competitions before our Junior year, and spent more time in the weight room than the classroom. He was smart and a decent student, but it was obvious that he enjoyed working out as more than just a mere hobby. His thighs were bigger around than my chest. 

Ian jerked at his own cock, which I was surprised to see he kept completely shaved. His entire body was hairless now that I looked. His dark nipples stood out prominently on the biggest pecs I'd ever seen in real life, but there was no hair on his torso or even his legs. You could see every striation in his muscles, every ligament as it tensed beneath his sun tanned skin. Where Daniel looked like how I would picture Ares, the Greek God of War, Ian was Hercules, all brawn and overawing strength. 

"Have at it," Daniel said and threw up his hands. "May she rest in peace," he joked. 

Amy was a smallish woman, the difference in size between her and Ian could indeed make for some rather awkward sexual positions, not a few of which could lead to Amy being crushed to death beneath his mass. 

Ian blushed a bit, but neither of them seemed to realize that there were now three ERECT men standing within five feet of each other; Daniel, Ian, and poor Tall Paul, who had finally risen to the occasion. Why were they not dropping to their knees and worshiping at the alter of cock options arrayed before them? My own dick was achingly hard, pressed down my thigh as I stayed stooped over. They really didn't seem to notice.

Except Daniel. 

He looked at me, pinning me with that brown gaze as he stroked his wet cock slowly. That was all for me. I watched the muscles of his ass clench as he stroked himself and my mind began to wander. 

"Listen up, Guys!" Coach B boomed from behind me. 

I squeaked and jumped a full foot off the ground, the mesh bag falling from my back. Every eye in the shower turned to Coach and now saw me bent over a bag of supplies and flushed bright red. Thank god only Daniel assumed I was also leaking precum down my pants leg. Or, so I hoped.

I dragged the bag as quickly as I could towards the storage room, hiding my dick as I limped and struggled.

"Come on back, Newbie," Coach said, "this is for you too. Take a knee."

I dropped the bag into the storage closet, using the time my back was turned to reach down the front of my pants and pull my cock up towards my stomach, my fingers getting slick with my own precum as I gripped my shaft. Tucked uncomfortably in my waistband, I was able to hunch forward just enough that my shirt covered most of me as I slowly ambled back to the Coach and team.

he shower was still running, but the naked guys had all arranged themselves in a semi circle on the wet tile floor, each of them kneeling with their left legs up and right knees pressed to the tiles. Cocks pointed straight at me from every view point. Paul's stuck straight out, Daniel's thicker member bounced a little lower. Cocks everywhere. And nine sets of eyes locked on me. 

"Take a knee, David," Coach B said again.

I didn't protest. I just sank to my knees and mirrored the positions of my teammates. The tiles were wet even this far from the shower heads, but the water soaking into the white elastic of my pants was the last thing on my mind. 

So. 

Much. 

Cock. 

"First away game is coming up midweek, gentlemen," Coach B, began. "We will be following the normal procedures to get to and from the game. Accommodations have already been arranged for each of you. Your school work has been collected from all of your classes so you won't fall behind...and I emphasize this for all of you...you WILL NOT fall behind in your schoolwork, understood?"

"UNDERSTOOD!" they all repeated back to him in a unified shout. I jumped a bit again, unprepared for the group call and response vibe.

"Understood," I mumbled after the fact.

"Good. Come and grab the permission slips and liability forms as usual on your way out. And we will be having no funny business or rowdy antics on this trip, Gentlemen. You are representing this school and me and I will not tolerate that bull shit. I'm looking at you, Ian."

Ian lowered his eyes to the floor. It was off putting to see a guy built like Ian was built so easily cowed by a decently in shape middle aged man. I guess I had a lot more to learn about the relationship between a coach and athlete. 

"Alright. Everyone remember to thank David, here," Coach B said as he clapped a firm grip on my shoulder while I knelt at his side. He nearly knocked me over, but he must have assumed I'd be unprepared and used his grip on my shoulder to hold me in place bodily so I could regain myself. Smart man. Know your team. 

"He did a great job his first time out and he's gonna make sure this first away game goes off without a hitch as well. We couldn't win without him, so make him feel welcome on the team, boys."

It was my turn to gaze at the floor for a moment. I felt my face heat as I blushed bright red. I hadn't really done much, certainly nothing athletically gifted. I never have been one to take a compliment, especially in such strange surroundings. And I was still a little in awe of my misplaced misconceptions of what went on in a sports team. I was constantly having to adjust my stereotypes, usually from an expected negative to an actual positive. 

"Dismissed," Coach B shouted and withdrew his support from my shoulder. 

I wasn't sure if I was supposed to get up or if there was some rule about not rising from your kneel until the Coach was out of sight...I only read about kneeling in front of Tudor Royalty in the 17th century! How was I supposed to know the rules of the locker room on the first time out?

I didn't have any time to really wonder about the proper etiquette. Suddenly I found myself at eye level with Ian's shaved cock pointed right at my face. 

Water still beaded on his smoothly shaved skin. His adonis plate and hard cock filled my vision and I just registered his strong grip on my shoulder as he walked past me.

"Thanks, Dude," came his rough-voiced grumble.

I was going to say something, but I was afraid to open my mouth in the presence of his cock, especially since it was replaced with another as he passed me.

God, if there is a god, must have felt it time to reward me for some cosmic good karma I had recently accrued. 

John's long thin cock with the buzzed red pubes and the thick head was next. Alex's short and fat cock surrounded in dark unkept hair and paired with a tightly pulled sack. Paul's blonde hair and long slender cock that fit his lean frame perfectly, arching up so that the entire member seemed to be smiling at me. My hole twitched thinking about that curved tool sliding inside me. James, Ben, Blake. Each cock like a new work of art that I just wanted to sit in front of and gaze at until I could draw them from memory.

"Thanks." 

"Good Job." 

"Keep it up." 

All the platitudes they showered on me as they clasped my shoulder seemed to pass over my conscious mind. I was wrapped in their tools. My hands I kept in fists pressed to my sides. I figured that was the safest course of action.

Daniel's beautiful cock was the last to fill my vision. It held a special significance for me because I already knew every detail of it. The vein that throbbed underneath its length. The balls hanging loose beneath. The foreskin just letting the rim of his head be known under it. My mouth watered and my fingers un gripped and began to travel forward without thought.

"Good job, Nerd," he said. "You're part of the team now." 

I raised my vision from his beautiful bouncing dick and traveled up his abs and across his chest and shoulders. He kept his hands on his hips, and pressed them ever slightly towards my face, still at perfect level to devour him. He was testing my resolve and if he wasn't careful he would soon find out just how weak I really was.

He gripped my shoulder finally and pulled me to my feet. I stumbled a bit in my stupor and looked down to meet his gaze, feeling as if he still stood high above me though I was a good three inches taller. I felt drunk when he looked at me like that.

"Keep the uniform on. Give me fifteen. My car?"

His hand grabbed at my crotch, cupping my balls and the base of my shaft, still hard and pointed up to my chin. He squeezed hard and I went to my toes, electricity rocketing through me. My cock pulsed out a drop of crystal lubricant that soaked through my shirt instantly.

I free fell through open air as he release me and exited the shower to join the rest of the team in the changing area. I had to count to 10 before I decided it was safe to move without the real threat of collapsing to the ground in a convulsing heap of orgasm.

One by one, my classmates dressed and left the locker room after collecting the required paperwork from Coach B's office. I busied myself cleaning whatever I could with a spare rag and spray bottle, glancing at Daniel as he dressed himself just out of my direct line of sight. I sighed reluctantly as I watched the globes of his muscled ass disappear inside a pair of tight blue jeans, but loved that he still wore nothing underneath them.




Speech and Debate Pt. 08



In short order, everyone was ready to leave. I had to be the last to exit the locker room. It was my job to turn off the lights and lock the final door. Coach B gave Daniel his paperwork and handed me my own as the three of us traveled towards the exit.  

"Have a good night, Boys. See you in the morning," he said as he shouldered his own black bag and turned to head towards the faculty parking lot. "Lock it up, David."

"Yes, Coach," I complied and turned the lever that would ensure the door locked behind me. Daniel waited just outside as I did, his backpack on his shoulder and a devious grin already visible on his face.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, pulling the locker room door shut behind me and testing to make sure it latched tight.

"Like what?" he asked, his hands going to his pockets. A car rumbled to life in the distance and I watched the patches of light move across us and then continue out the front gate.

"Like you have something to say. It's your Mona Lisa look."

"You callin' me girly, Nerd?" Daniel joked.

I laughed a bit.

"Hardly." 

We walked in silence, each of us staring at the ground directly in front of us. I don't know about him, but I was keeping my pace deliberately slow, hoping that the parking lot would be empty by the time we finally reached it. I was hoping for another street lamp kiss.

"How did you like the first game?" Daniel finally asked after a while.

"Fine. Not too bad at all. And can't complain about the show at the end."

"You liked that part huh?" Daniel's elbow jabbed into my ribs and I smiled.

"Who wouldn't?" I tried to become engrossed in the rising moon. I knew that if I thought too much about the parade of penis I had just been party to, I would be hard in a moment and couldn't be held responsible if I tackled and molested Daniel as a result.

"Don't go getting any ideas, Nerd," Daniel offered. "Look all you want, but you let me know if any of them tries to do anything."

"Sir, are you getting possessive?" I chided him jovially.

"No, I mean,...you can do what you want,...I just mean,...fuck, I don't know."

I giggled a bit. It was sweet of him, really. 

"You just want to keep me to yourself for a while," I offered. 

I wasn't at all sure if the parking lot was empty, but Daniel's rare show of possessive emotion towards me gave me the courage to wind my arm through his own and snuggle a little closer to him. 

"Don't worry, Jock Boy. I only have eyes for you. Though Paul might give you a run for your money if you aren't careful...and Ian is...well, you know."

"Fuck you, ass hole." 

He pulled me into him and I felt his arm settle across my shoulder. I placed my own comfortably around the small of his back and rested my fingers on his far hip. I felt lighter as we walked like that, pressed together and nuzzled close.

The parking lot was thankfully deserted and no one was there to see our little display of possibly public affection. Only Daniel's red Jeep and my little Toyota were left, illuminated by the large street lamps. Daniel took the lead and lead our entwined bodies towards his Jeep.

I let him push me against the driver's side door, his palm resting on the window just level with my head. My arms wound tightly around his waist and pulled his hips close to mine. I could feel his cock swelling beneath his jeans and my own was making itself known in my baseball pants.

"It was torture not getting to touch you today," he moaned, his lips close to mine.

"Yeah? How do you think it felt to watch you running around and getting all sweaty and worked up? I've been hard the better part of the afternoon," I said as I turned my face towards his, my lips wanting to meet him so badly I could taste it.

"We'd better find a way to release the tension then." 

Daniel's lips pressed to the side of my neck and my head fell back against the driver's side window. My cock ground into his and I writhed into him. My hand traveled up his back, feeling each twitch as he pressed me against the cold metal of his car, until my fingers wound in his hair. 

I pulled back hard, yanking him from my neck and holding him back to look at him.

"It's not fair to deny me a true kiss after playing me so hard today. Tsk. Tsk." 

Daniel writhed a bit in my grip, his teeth clenching, but his eyes alight with desire and enjoying the power play I was making.

"I'm sorry." He groaned and tried to press forward to kiss me.

I yanked him back, again.

"Are you, bad boy? How sorry are you?"

I pushed him off of me, using the Jeep to lever myself forward and flip his back to the door in a smooth motion. I still held my grip on his hair, holding his face a millimeter from my lips. Now my entire body pressed into him, from thighs to cock to abs to chest.

"I'm very, very sorry, baby," Daniel whispered at me. 

I could feel his heart beat rising in his chest, feel his muscles tense, ready to spring forward, knowing that he could over power me if he wanted to, his entire body crying out to dominate, but reveling in the fight to remain submissive. 

I finally released his hair and his lips jolted forward to press into mine before my fingers were fully free. I felt my lungs expand and deflate as he breathed through me, pulling me up into him. His fingers dug into my ass and spread my cheeks apart roughly while his tongue ravaged my mouth. The aggressive animal in him was released and there was no re-caging it.

"Fuck, you are so hot in these pants." He growled at me, one hand grabbing my ass and spanking me hard with a flat palm just as the other squeezed my hard cock in a vice grip, twisting me in iron fingers.

"Ahhh shit," I groaned, my eyes fluttering closed, my fingers gripping and grasping at nothingness against the tightrope of pain and pleasure. 

"Get in," Daniel said, pulling me to the right with his unyielding grip on my cock. He opened the drivers side car door in one smooth motion and pushed me towards the leather seat. 

"What?" I panted in a daze.

"Get in my car," Daniel repeated. His fingers deftly found the clasp on my pants and yanked them open. The zipper came down easily and my cock pushed into the cool night air, only my jock strap between me and total freedom. Daniel maneuvered me by my hips and lifted me easily to the driver seat and pulled down my pants to settle on my thighs as he did. It was a move worthy of a ballet dancer for its grace and subtle athleticism. I was more than a little swooning.

Daniel's hands traveled over my cock, still beneath the jock he had bought for me. I ground my hips into the cold leather of his car seat, feeling my bare ass cheeks slide over their supple surface. 

"You want me to take care of this for you?" Daniel teased, gazing up at me with a face of cherubic innocence even as his fingers outlined and stroked my throbbing manhood only inches below.

"Yes," I hissed at him through the pleasure.

"Tell me how...I'm not sure what to do?" He teased with mock innocence. 

"Suck my cock." I growled at him, my own dominance reacting to his mock submissive. My fingers came back to his hair and I shoved his face towards my crotch. His nose dug into the base of my cock and his mouth opened to wrap strong teeth over my shaft and bite down with a gentle pressure.

"Fuck...Yeah, babe. Suck it, please."

Daniel freed my cock from my jock and pushed it beneath my balls. He played the submissive innocent as best he could for as long as he could. He started by tentatively licking the tip of my cock as if it were a lollipop and he was unsure what to do. 

But soon, his instincts took control and the innocent virgin he'd used to turn me on had evolved into his lips settling on the base of my cock, his tongue licking at my trimmed pubes as he forced my entire rock hard dick down the back of his throat. No virgin can do that.

I did my best not to use my entire upper body to keep him engulfed on my dick, but it was a true test of willpower not to force it. My body was hunched forward against the steering wheel. His throat ran in ripples up and down my shaft, strongest on my sensitive cock head and ending in a rapid flicking tongue bath on my balls. 

Suddenly, I was flung back a good foot and my torso was suddenly pressed into nothingness and I fell backward. Daniel had adjusted the seat back all the way and released the back support so that I was nearly all the way prostrate now. 

His mouth never left my cock as he manipulated the levers and pulleys, he just followed my center of gravity back and continued his manipulations. The effect was that I felt like I was suddenly floating in a free fall that seemed somehow tethered to the crazy heat coming from my huge erection. 

Daniel eased off of me slowly, making sure he wet and sucked at each centimeter of me as I exited his throat. His fingers grasped me at the base and tugged up, rubbing in all of his own saliva and lubing my cock in deliberate and world shaking motions. 

"You're going to fuck me." He stated. 

It was a statement as self-evident as 'the sky is blue,' and, 'the grass is green.' There was no room for discussion. Of course I was going to fuck him. What other option was there? Crazy.

Daniel released my dick for the amount of time it took him to shake off his shoes, unbutton his jeans and wiggle them from his legs. The entire pile of clothes flew past my chest and landed in the back seat with a thump. Daniel was hard and naked from the waist down outside of his own open car door in the parking lot of our high school while my own cock pulsed pre cum onto my baseball shirt in the front seat. I tried to compute the statistical probability of this situation not being some kind of elaborate fantasy my brain had invented. Maybe I was really laying in a coma somewhere? 

I truly appreciated the size and muscular nature of Daniel as he climbed into the cab and closed the door behind him. His knees ground close to my thighs on the leather of the seat and his chest and abs pressed very tightly to mine so that my face was buried at the top of his hairy chest and collarbones. I kissed along his neck bones and my hands grabbed him from behind and supported his ass, lifting him onto me.

He reached behind him to grab my cock in a backhanded grip. He pressed the head of my rigid member to his exposed hole, all while he looked at me. I felt my head make contact and watched his eyes flutter closed as it did. 

"Mmmm," he moaned and ground into me, pushing my cock forward in his grip. My fingernails dug into his hips and raked in the smooth skin and twitching muscles of his ass.

He pressed back and I felt myself slide into him.

"Oh fuck me...," he said, his eyes closed and head arching back to the grey fabric lined car roof. He pressed back slowly, his tight hole squeezing me tightly as he traveled down my shaft.

He whimpered as more and more of me disappeared inside him. My breath caught high in my chest and I dared not release it. Daniel leaned forward to kiss me firmly. I felt him breathe in small pants as he pushed himself further down my shaft like a flag being lowered; each pant, another millimeter inside.

"Jesus Christ, Yes!," he screamed as his ass finally settled on my thighs. He moved his hips in small circles, his tight chute squeezing and releasing my cock as he ground his insides into me. 

"Fuck, yes."

His arms wound around my neck and his kiss pushed my head to the headrest, his tongue dancing over and around mine. 

He...undulated...on top of me, his lower body contracting and raising itself in such a way that nearly all of my cock left his hole before he slid down my stomach and hips again and pushed me back in. It was like he was fucking himself against my entire body as my cock pointed up just towards my chin.

I could feel each time as my head brushed his prostate, felt his body jerk a little each pass, his kiss increase, his breath catch. I rocked myself gently upward, adjusting the angle a bit.

"Oh, shit, right there, stay there." 

I didn't move. I used every ounce of strength Daniel had helped me work into my core to keep my hips right where they were as Daniel increased the speed of his writhing. 

"Oh...shit...oh,...fuck, yes. I'm close. Oh fuck, baby, I'm so close," he panted, his eyes closed tight and one hand coming to press palm down to the ceiling of the car for support against the coming storm.

"Me too," I admitted breathless.

"Tell me when to cum, David. Tell me when to cum," Daniel instructed, punctuating each word with a thrust back or forward from my cock. His cock hung untouched between us, the head engorged and throbbing, leaking stream after stream of nearly clear precum to settle on my shirt.

"Fuck. Cum now!" I said, my balls pulling up tight. Daniel pushed his ass all the way to my thighs and clenched me tightly. I felt the cum travel the length of my shaft and my head expand as it splashed inside of Daniel. Daniel felt it too and let fly with his own response. 

"Fuuuck!" A jet of his cum hit me square across the face, painting me from chin to cheek to eyebrow and up into my hairline, like an extra from Braveheart. 

A second of his streams got my neck and chest while I pumped more of my love into his convulsing hole. I felt some of my cum leak down my shaft and travel over my sensitive balls. 

Well, my brand new baseball shirt was a done deal. It was covered from waist to neck in thick bands of Daniel's white cum, congealing and drying in globs. 

"Sorry about that," Daniel said, his ass still clenching my cock, but his breathing and voice returning to nearly normal. 

"Nothing to be sorry for," I said as I licked my lips, gathering some of his cum from my skin and tasting him. 

Daniel leaned forward and kissed the cum from my lips, the tip of his tongue pressing lightly into my skin so he could taste himself on me.

"Mmm," he moaned and proceeded to lavish my face with kisses, licking and sucking me clean in the process, savoring each bit of his own cum. His hips still writhed on my cock as he did, keeping me hard inside him. I felt myself gearing up for another go, felt the urge to thrust growing.

I pushed him back from me and shook my head.

"Nope,...Can't do that again. Too much..." I joked. 

Daniel laughed and kissed me playfully.

"Spoil sport." 

He opened the car door and vaulted from my lap like a gymnast, my cock suddenly exposed, slick and throbbing to the chill air he let flow into the formerly steamy cab.

My own limbs felt weak and as if they would give out beneath me should I attempt to stand. Daniel was having none of those issues. Though he sometimes trembled and shivered as the waves of his orgasm subsided, he was sure footed and graceful as he stepped back into his discarded jeans and socks, retrieved from the pile in the back seat. I tried to catch my breath and watched him with a contented smile as he dressed himself. 

In short order, he was clothed again in his well fitted jeans, but he kept his shirt open and his chest and abs exposed. He leaned casually against the open driver's side door and gazed at me, still reclining against his leather seats. My cock was still slick with his juices and my own cum, but it was deflating back to normal manageable levels. 

"You should wear that outfit everyday. It suits you," Daniel joked.

"You just want me covered in your jizz all the time, Perv," I shot back.

Daniel raised his hands in mock surrender.

"Guilty as charged." He leaned forward to brush a quick kiss across my lips. "Can you blame me? Just look at you."

I was thankful that I couldn't. I was still a sweaty un-showered mess and my pale skin still held some noticeable heat and flush that always accompanied an outing with Daniel. And I was covered stem to stern in rapidly drying boy juice. But his compliment was well received nonetheless.

I crunched forward and began the process of getting redressed when Daniel's flat palm on the center of my chest stopped me in my tracks. It was the "Soccer Mom," move we are all so familiar with, meant to protect the passenger when the driver senses danger. I halted immediately and didn't move a muscle.

"Did you see that?" Daniel asked, his face turned towards the Gym Complex buildings in the shadowed distance.

"See what? I didn't see anything."

"Something moved over there. Stay here." With that, his hand left my chest and he jogged easily back towards the building, leaving me pants-less and covered in cum in the front seat of his open Jeep.

"Daniel!" I shouted in a whisper, careful to keep my voice low in case his suspicions proved true. "Where are you going?! Daniel?!"

He was well out of earshot at this point. I watched his shadowed form disappear around the building, headed towards the coaches entrance I had just locked only minutes before. I pulled up my pants and stuffed myself back into them as best I could, adjusting my cock and balls in the soft fabric of the jock. My brain was firing on all cylinders. Plans and counter plans and excuses were forming in my mind at a rapid pace, ready to shoot them off to whomever it was who may have spied Daniel and I. 

Daniel returned shortly, though it seemed like an hour in my near panic.

Did you find anything?" I asked.

"Nothing. But I swear I saw someone over there. I was so sure." Daniel was worried, and therefore, I joined him in that emotional response.

"Do you think they saw us?" I asked tentatively.

"I don't care if they did," Daniel said immediately, catching me off guard. I assumed he had been so concerned with the thought of a spy because it could mean the discovery of our "relationship," such that it was. It seemed that this had not been the impetus behind his tracking of the rumored intruder.

"Then why go after them?" 

"Because I don't want you to get any shit for any of this. I can handle myself, but your life here is already hard enough as it is. You don't deserve that bull shit. I was just going to make sure whoever that was, or whatever, understood the gravity of respecting that balance."

When my brain floated back down to my skull and I was able to really think again, I raised my fingers to Daniel's cheek, still searching the shadowed grounds of the gym complex, and turned his eyes to meet me. They were full of concern and a protective sheen that made my heart beat even quicker for him.

I pressed my lips to his and breathed him in, breathed in the respect he had for me, the love in whatever form. For surely, his desire to protect my feelings at the expense of his own, to make sure I was treated well and that my life was not harder than it had to be, surely that was a kind of love. I drew him close to me, the electric tingle of our kiss still so new and awe inspiring. I drew onto my toes and pulled him up with me, his arms closing around the small of my back. I wanted to fall back into the car and go for round two (and three, and four) right there.

But I knew reality beckoned.

"What was that for?" he asked. "Not that I'm complaining."

"For being you." I said in my best teenaged-cryptic romantic voice. We were close already, but there was something to be said for playing a small sexual game every now and again. Keep him guessing.

Daniel laughed.

"Take off that shirt before you get home. You'll need to wash it before practice tomorrow." He indicated my cum-soaked baseball uniform. I nodded. Daniel kissed me gently again.

"Get home safe, okay?" he said.

"Okay." I whispered, a little hazy in my head.

"Text me when you get there."

"I will." 

I gathered my things and walked to my car. I heard Daniel's engine rev beside me but he didn't move the Jeep into gear. Instead, he waited for me to pull out first and followed behind me for a few miles. Eventually, I watched his headlights turn off the highway on his exit and I continued on my way.




Speech and Debate Pt. 08



My phone buzzed before I'd made it home. I know it's dangerous, but I suspected it was from Daniel and in my hormone induced stupidity, I answered it while driving.

DANIEL: One day, you'll have to find a way to spend the night. ;) Missing you already. - D

I was hard for the rest of the ride home. I had to stay in my car for a good five minutes and think of completely non-sexual things before it was safe to return inside. That task proved more difficult than I'd have imagined: when you are as wrapped up in a person as I was with Daniel, you can make just about anything track back to them, from the most mundane to the most fantastical. 

For the next few days Daniel and I did our best to cool down our interactions. There were still the furtive glances, the secret text messages, and stolen physical moments. But we tried to make ourselves as discreet as possible. Daniel was more than willing to keep things going as they had been to this point. He wouldn't have minded escalating them, truth be told. But he followed my lead in this.

Since the possible spy had thrown a wrench into our dalliance, I found myself contemplating what I really wanted from all of this, from whatever I had with Daniel. I know, as an out gay man, I SHOULD have been seeking an open and honest relationship, a title, an acknowledgement of what we meant to each other in the eyes of our peers and friends. But, for some reason I still can't explain, I just didn't want that. The idea was somewhat repugnant to me.

In my mind, "Boyfriends," and "Girlfriends," came with a bunch of social stigma that I just didn't have any desire to wade through. And because we were 18 and still in High School, there was also a never-spoken assumption that the titles were fleeting and would soon dissolve as we aged and moved away to college. The era of marrying your High School Sweetheart was long gone for the vast majority of the world. I didn't want to look back 20 years from now and think of Daniel as just my "High School Boyfriend." That didn't do him justice. Not by a long shot.

I didn't want to hide myself or Daniel from anyone. Not really. But I found that I was highly protective of our relationship, jealously guarding it close to me at all costs. I didn't want that to change; the idea of it changing frightened me more than the discovery itself. I didn't want to suddenly be out in the open and have everyone know, assume, guess, ask what we did together. Not because I was ashamed of it. Quite the contrary. I wasn't afraid of their bigotry or hate. I was afraid that their judgments would distract me from what mattered most: Daniel and my growing love for him. 

Back in Boston, I had been keen to point out that I was okay with Daniel and his "exploration." We had moved past that. We had explored the caves we discovered together. We had staked a claim to them and they were ours. Our special place together. I didn't want to have anyone else trampling on that sacred ground.

Daniel understood this. The stakes for him were equally as high, though in a different way. I wondered if he ever thought about going public, or if the possible loss of social stature put him off the idea. He seemed more than willing to continue our relationship, encouraging it at every turning point. But he still dated Amy. It was blatantly obvious in comparison that he felt little for her, certainly no where near the level of emotional availability and vulnerability he displayed with me as we lay side by side, fingers entwined. That choice was his and his alone. I wouldn't push him in it, and I loved him all the more for his not pushing me towards my own choice. 

The away game coming up would be the first time Daniel and I had been together away from school and home and parents since Boston. At night, I dreamed of a repeat of that magical weekend. As the days dragged by, each of them adding to my growing frustrations as Daniel and I kept our distance as much as we could, I had something to look forward to. 

The fact that this something was a Sports Event is entirely beside the point.



Speech and Debate Pt. 09



I hope you enjoy this chapter. Sorry it took me longer than usual to post this chapter. I had originally planned this to be ONE long chapter, but it proved too bulky. So now you get TWO chapters at once! Hope you enjoy it. This also means that now there will be a total of at least 14 chapters when the series is completed. Maybe more!. 

DISCLAIMER: The following fictional story deals with sex among males. If you are offended by such material, are too young, or reside in an area where it is not allowed, depart. Though not observed in this story, care enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe sex.

The author retains all rights. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the author's consent.

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Spectator Sports

By D. A. Mackey

My recently begun tenure as the Varsity Baseball Team Manager had begun to normalize. I found myself increasingly at ease amongst my athletically gifted fellow students, and was even able to tear my eyes from their assorted dicks and asses as they showered. It only took me three days of conscious training before I was able to pass the showers WITHOUT popping a boner. I was proud of that fact as an 18 year old gay man. I challenge any one of that age and sexual proclivities to do better. 

Wednesday arrived and I faced my first real challenge: I had to miss a day of school for an away game.

Don't judge me too harshly for this. Remember that I was a child raised by a teacher and with an above average IQ and intelligence. I had panic attacks over A minuses. The B+ in Spanish was abhorrent. My mother had framed and kept every single one of my "Perfect Attendance" certificates from Kindergarten through 11th Grade. I had cried so hard one morning in the 5th grade that my mother had taken me to school with a hazmat face mask on despite a 103 degree fever and the inability to keep anything heavier than water in my stomach. 

I was THAT devoted.

So missing a day of school for a SPORTS EVENT was like asking DaVinci to paint over the Mona Lisa and draw a smiley face. My heart was racing out of my chest.

But I had the permission slip in hand. My mother had literally paced the kitchen floor and wrung her hands for a good twenty minutes, muttering to herself about "teenaged boys," and "part of growing up," "empty nest" etc. She'd finally signed the thing and handed it back. I swear there were tears in her eyes when she did. Which only added to my guilt. Disappointing Mamma is the worst thing in the world. 

Thus, I found myself in the Senior parking lot at my usual time, dressed as I usually would be for any school day, the first bell just moments from ringing. My legs physically ached to run towards my first class so I wouldn't be late. But the large white vans I'd spent the past 30 minutes packing with all the necessary gear and luggage beckoned. 

"Damn, Nerd," Ian said behind me, his massive hand crushing my shoulder in his grip and making me wince. "You'd think you'd never missed a day of school before."

"I haven't, you big ass mountain." I tried in vain to use my weak fingers to pry just one of his digits from my shoulder. 

"Sorry." 

He released me. I rubbed the sore spot. I was getting bigger and more muscular since Daniel had started working out with me, but Ian was still light years ahead of me. He may even have been a few light years ahead of Daniel.

"Sometimes I forget my strength."

"Sure you do," I chided. "That's why I catch you flexing every muscle in your body before you head to the diamond?"

His booming bass voice chuckled at me. He drew himself up and flexed his massive arms, barely held beneath his green Abercrombie&Fitch t-shirt. He struck a classic body building pose.

"Don't tell me you don't like looking, dude." He winked at me.

"Don't flatter yourself, Jock." I shot back and looked down at the clipboard in my hands. 

Thankfully, he dropped the subject and piled into the lead van. I checked off his name and adjusted my suddenly very restrictive collar. A few deep breaths and I was able to control the swelling cock in my jeans as well.

So sue me. An eighteen year old gay boy turned on by massive muscles. Shock of all shocks. Stop the presses!

The first bell rang and the rest of the team piled inside the two vans. I was majorly nervous, but I followed suit and did my best to calm my nerves. I slid into the front row of the lead van, Ian's massive bulk in the row just behind me.

Daniel plopped himself down beside me and squeezed in close, his thigh pressed into mine. 

It took everything I had not to react. Outwardly. Inside, the thought of school was banished and I imagined my hands sliding between his slightly spread thighs and gliding up to his package. I wondered what the rest of the team would say if I suddenly decided to fuck it all and take Daniel's uncut cock in my mouth for the entirety of the three and a half hour drive to the away game. 

Dangerous thoughts.

Erection inducing thoughts.

I covered my lap with my clipboard and stared out the window as I got further and further away from the place I was legally obligated to be attending, and closer and closer to a hotel in Fayetteville. 

When the vans pulled into the Hotel some time later, I was a little taken aback at the level of accommodation to which the Baseball team was apparently accustomed.

It was a fancy, tall building with a fountain out front and a drive-up covered walk way replete with doorman and bellhops. My teammates took little notice as they grabbed their luggage and headed into the lobby. Coach B handed out the room keys for everyone. I did my best to insert myself into the trash talking and chit-chat that the guys were engaged in as we headed to our rooms, doing my best not to gawk open-mouthed at the elegance of the place.

My room was at the end of the long hallway on the fifth floor. The rest of the team took up the entire wing of that floor, with Coach B's room being the closest to the central elevator. Daniel's room was right across the hall from me, his door facing my own.

My room was spacious and could have easily housed four men comfortably on the massive king sized bed. I had never slept on a bed so large. Queen sized was as big as I'd ever gone. The television rivaled the massive one I'd seen in Daniel's house and was certainly far bigger than anything found in my house. The room was all done up in shades of gold and bronze and beige. It still looked like a hotel room in its layout, but just taken up a notch.

I was half expecting a knock at my door and Daniel to come marching in. This was the first time we had been in a hotel together since our first nights in Boston, months ago now. 

But the knock never came.

Truth to tell, I was a little disappointed, but I understood. I had been the one to suggest a cooling down for a bit. I couldn't expect him to make advances as public as coming to my room alone. Not without direct instructions from me to do so. Not after the possible spy.

I dressed in my baseball uniform and made sure I was calm and composed before I headed back to the lobby to meet the rest of the team.

The game passed in a blur and we won in extra innings. The guys seemed happy enough with that, though Coach B promised a pep talk of epic proportions when we returned home the next afternoon. Apparently, they should have won the game handily by the 5th inning. I still had a lot to learn about the sport. I'd missed that "teaching opportunity" as Coach B liked to call it. But I had caught the whole game on film as instructed. 

I wouldn't admit as much, but I was actually coming to enjoy the sport. A little. More so, I was enjoying being part of a team for the first time in my life. I'd been a loner for so long that I'd always just assumed that that was how I was built. Turns out, I could rather enjoy the company of others in the right situations.

I was just folding my uniform and returning it to my suitcase when there was a knock at my door. 

My first thought was to clothe myself. 

I stood stark naked in my room, my soft cock bumping against my pale thighs. I had picked out an outfit for the rest of the night, but had yet to change into it. I headed to the door to answer it.

It was only in the last seconds that my senses came back to me. What if it WASN'T Daniel who waited patiently in the hallway? What if it was the Coach? How would it look to answer the door with my flaccid cock flapping in the breeze. I opened the door and did my best to hide my nakedness behind it, sticking my head around to peer into the hallway.

"Why, hello there stranger," Daniel chimed from the hallway. "Fancy some company?"

My hand shot out and grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him into the room, shutting the door behind me in the process. I pressed my naked back and ass into the cold wood of the door and locked it behind me.

"I might have to insist that you greet me like this every time from now on, babe," Daniel said as he took in my nakedness. 

He looked...hungry.

"Don't get too used to it, jock boy," I said. "You caught me off guard and in a moment of weakness."

"I make you weak, huh?" He took a step towards me.

"Don't push it." I said and closed the distance between us. 

Daniel's arm reached for my exposed hip and pulled me towards him. My cock pressed into the front of his jeans and my breath caught a bit. My hands rested palms down on his pecs, feeling them rise and fall beneath his plain black t-shirt. Daniel's eyes looked down between us, at the non-existent space between our two bodies. His hands cupped my ass and squeezed gently.

"Mmmm. That's more like it." He kneaded my ass cheeks and I moaned lightly, breathily. "I've missed you, you know."

His voice was sadder than I expected. My heart melted a bit and I eased into his embrace further.

"I know. I missed you too," I admitted in a low whisper. His fingers gripping my flesh made even that much volume a difficulty.

"The van ride was hell. You were so close and I couldn't touch you." 

His hand traveled to the small of my back, his finger tips walking slowly up my spine. My flesh broke out in goose bumps and I struggled to keep my senses.

"I wanted to,...oh, god." 

His hands were on my shoulder blades, elbows at my side, pressing my chest into his, his head coming to rest on my right shoulder, his fingers digging into my back with his usual strength, now peppered with loss and sadness and a deep sense of want.

His lips gently pressed into the sensitive skin of my neck, his stubble tickling me, my head falling to the side to give him easier access. I wound my fingers through his dark black hair and urged him on. Higher up my neck he traveled until I felt the sharp bite of his perfect teeth on my earlobe. My cock was already at full mast and pressed between us and I felt his own throb in his jeans, aching to meet mine.

I pulled on his hair and opened up a space between us for a moment, only just long enough to kiss him fully on the mouth, to probe him with my tongue and feel our mutual passions explode on contact, as they always did now. Our tongues danced and fought for position, we stumbled about the room and finally landed with him on top of me, pressing my whole body to the mattress.

"Stop. Stop for a minute," Daniel groaned as my hands searched for the button of his jeans, pressed between us. 

He levered himself up and stood between my legs. My cock pointed straight up, my balls tingling with the need to release.

"What's wrong?" I asked, a little hurt. This was the first time Daniel had halted anything we had done. I felt the panic start to rise in my stomach.

"Nothing. God, nothing. Just look at you!" 

I flushed a little at his compliment. I was getting used to be treated like I was something special, something more than how I saw myself, but I wasn't all the way there just yet.

"Then what?"

"Trust me, I could easily stay in here with you for the rest of the night and do horrible, ungodly, nasty, wonderful things with you and to you."

"So why don't you?" I teased him a bit and stroked my long hard cock slowly for his benefit. He groaned and rolled his eyes.

"I want to! But I came over here to invite you to hang out with the guys. Then you answered the door like...well like THAT...and I kinda lost my train of thought." 

He seemed genuinely embarrassed at that fact. I thought it was incredibly sweet.

"You...you want me to hang out with the rest of the team?" I asked tentatively.

"Only if you want to," Daniel began. "They actually asked where you were, mentioned they hadn't seen you since the game."

"They asked about ME?" My mind reeled.

"Of course. You're a team member now." 

I had never been included, at least not to my knowledge, in anyone's plans of "hanging out." I had friends of my own, yes, but they were more acquaintances from extra curricular endeavors. I had never expected to be included in any of their personal socializing. I wasn't sure how to react to the new prospect. 

Daniel sensed my hesitation. My body must have betrayed me. My dick was rapidly deflating as the possible outcomes ran through my mind, even Daniel's sexual magnetism falling prey to this larger fearscape. 

"I'm...I'm not sure that's a good idea," I whispered finally.

"It's up to you, babe." Daniel said as he sat on the end of the bed beside me. "You don't have to go if you don't want to. But I don't want you to not come because you are afraid or something."

As usual, Daniel was astute in all things David. I stayed silent and mulled over his offer and his accurate grasp of why I didn't want to venture into uncharted waters.

"It's still weird for me, ya know?" I said under my breath, half to myself and half for Daniel's benefit, hoping somewhere deep inside that he would ease my fears.

Daniel flopped himself down beside me on the bed, both of our feet hanging off the end, our thighs and backs side by side. He turned his face to gaze at me and I instinctually turned to meet his gaze.

"I'll protect you, you know. You don't have to worry about anything. I'll be there the whole time. I promise."

I closed my eyes and let his words wash over me for a bit. "I'll protect you." I decided that if Daniel was willing to be my protector against his own teammates and friends, then the least I could do was man-up and present myself. 

I sighed a deep sigh and resigned myself to the fact that I was about to willingly spend some social time with a bevy of athletes. Again, I was in bizzaro land; but when in Rome, as the old saying goes.

"Alright," I said quietly.

"You'll come?"

I nodded. 

Daniel clapped his hands in boyish excitement. It was highly out of character for him, but I enjoyed watching a well-muscled hairy man like Daniel enter into a little giddy display of glee. I couldn't help but giggle along with him. He grabbed my hands and pulled me up from the bed.

"Come on then, get dressed," he said, his open palm slapping the bare skin of my ass with a loud smack.

"If you do that again, I can promise you we won't be leaving this room for hours yet," I teased as I rubbed the spot where he'd spanked me. It tingled and spread through my whole body in a slow wave; I began to doubt my decision to leave the room when my body obviously wanted to stay here and play with Daniel.

Daniel tossed me a shirt he found in my suitcase and, my body's yearnings aside, we were soon both dressed, the room locked and left behind us and headed down the hall.

The rest of the team, or most of them, were gathered in Paul's room, four doors down from my own on the same side of the hallway. Coach B's room was only two doors further down, but no one seemed to pay any mind to his physical nearness. Daniel pushed open the door, held ajar by the flipped hotel lock blocking it from closing all the way and entered before me.

If you've never entered a room full of straight men as the only openly gay person, I recommend bringing something on which to lean.

I was assaulted first and foremost by the absolute STENCH of body spray. There seemed to be an actual cloud of the stuff that hung around the ceiling, as if the boys had been smoking stogies before I entered and the smoke still ringed the room. I actually gagged it was so strong.

"Jesus Christ, boys!" I said, waving my hand in front of my nose dramatically, "Body spray is nice every now and then, but do you have to BATHE in the stuff?"

That comment was met and returned with a masculine roar of "DAVID!" followed by laughter and back slapping and shit talking all at the same time. 

I tried to keep up with who was saying what to whom and about what, but it was a lost cause. I resigned myself to smiling at the good-natured crew and pushed more fully into the room. 

The ice, it seemed, was well and truly broken. 

Daniel's reassuring hand on the small of my back was a source of strength, and unless I missed my guess, a small amount of pride: pride at my apparent ease with his friends and at his friend's ease with me.

I shouldered my armor, my wit and smarts, and waded into the fray. Once more into the breech!

The ongoing card game I walked into, clouded in a never ending flume of body spray and pheromones, was pushing my arithmetic skills to their absolute limit.

As a self-proclaimed nerd, I enjoyed the near constant gratification of being the smartest person in any given room. I took pride in the fact, reveled in it a bit. If I couldn't be popular or well liked, at least I was intelligent and well spoken. All of that was reduced to a pile of ashes when I sat down on the edge of Paul's own king-sized bed and was dealt into the next round.

Poker. 

Of course. 

Why wouldn't they be playing poker, with its intricate rules and regulations and total reliance on chance and a skill set which I lacked? 

My only solace was in the fact that the game was Strip Poker. Because of my still overwhelming feeling of awe and being out of my depth, I hadn't really noticed the rest of the team when I'd first entered.

Paul sat in one of the two chairs around a small circular utilitarian table. At well over six feet of lanky lean muscle and bone, he was already entirely shirtless. His pink nipples stood out plainly on his narrow chest, erect and pointing out dramatically. He still wore his white socks and a pair of white boxers. As was his way, Paul sat hunched in on himself, his elbows on his knees as he surveyed his card. He always tried to minimize his height and draw himself down to the level of average men.

"Give me two," he said after a protracted silence, tossing his decided discards onto the corner of the bed where the dealer, a fellow Senior named Gordon dominated the space. Gordon handed him his two cards and Paul's face screwed up into a very obvious mask of displeasure. He folded immediately.

I tried my best not to stare, but the task was damned near impossible. Everywhere I turned my gaze, naked man flesh stared back at me. The most difficult to ignore, as usual was Ian.

A God among men, he may have been, but his complete nudity spoke volumes about his abilities at this particular game. 

He stood off to my left, near the wall, looking down on all of his clothed teammates as he shuffled his current hand around. His abs pushed forward and rolled gently into his well defined adonis plate. His shaved cock was still limp, but every now and then he would reach down, distracted in thought and strategy, and plump his cock and balls with one hand. 

Daniel caught my eyes widening when I noticed it the first time. I blushed scarlet when he winked at me and nodded his head in Ian's direction with a sultry lick of his lips.

"Man, fuck this. I'm bored already," Ian bellowed as he tossed his five cards towards Gordon, throwing his massive back muscles into the wall and leaning against it casually. Well, as casually as one can when one is also completely naked and built to shame a marble statue, even at 18. 




Speech and Debate Pt. 09



The other guys began to make sounds of approval, low grumblings that were too tentative to make a choice but showing their willingness to follow the group. These grunts and grumbles resounded for a bit as I stared wide-eyed at them all. I noticed that those who grumbled the loudest and looked around at their teammates with the most questioning eyes were also those who wore the least amount of clothing.

Sour grapes and sore losers, I thought. And why is no one actually doing anything to take control of the situation? Why aren't they changing tactics and activities if they are all apparently so bored. 

It was like watching animals in a zoo: I could only hypothesize as to what they were thinking, if anything.

"Can I put something more interesting on the TV?" came a lone true voice, rising up above the wordless grunts of his companions.

It was Daniel. I don't know why I expected it to be anyone else.

The grumbles and grunts got louder and Daniel reached for the remote and flipped on the television.

Apparently, that was the Jock vocalization for yes. I made a mental note of it.

All eyes turned towards the TV. Long lanky limbs and muscled torsos began to relax and find comfortable positions, the card game already fading to a distant memory. My own spine was rod straight and I sat with my eyes fixed firmly on the screen. As ruler of the remote, Alpha Male, Daniel moved to the end of the bed and sat beside me.

He was a good foot away from me, our hips nowhere close to touching on the massive mattress. But he spread his legs so wide that his left knee touched my own. I felt the shock of the contact rocket up my spine and loosen my posture without conscious effort. He kept his knees pressed into mine as I placed my palms on the bed behind me and leaned back against my straight arms. I ached to scoot closer to him, or even to just gaze at him. I contented myself with a quick reflection of his features in the TV screen whenever the light was just right.

"Dude, go up to the 200's," Gordon asked from his corner of the bed. His voice always took me aback. He was a transplant from Massachusetts so he lacked the accustomed Southern drawl. In addition to that uniqueness, he also had the distinct disadvantage of ALWAYS sounding stoned out of his gourd. Even when he delivered well thought out answers in class, correct answers even, he came off sounding like something from a bad Bill and Ted impression.

"You gonna pay for that?" Daniel asked. 

"Fuck yeah, I'll pay for it. Got the Platinum Amex for the night," Gordon answered.

I chalked the exchange up to typical straight male banter and resigned myself to never really understanding it. Daniel glanced at the remote and pressed the necessary buttons...and it was all suddenly abundantly clear.

A very blonde woman with very large breasts that looked to be painfully inflated to their maximum capacity was being fucked from behind by a rather out of shape man who leaked sweat from every pore, including but certainly not limited to those on his nearly bald head. The noises she was making indicated that she was enjoying the treatment, though how that is possible is beyond me. I'd never heard such sounds escape a human being before!

Someone get her an oxygen mask, this woman is OBVIOUSLY hyperventilating! Why is no one doing anything!? Help the poor thing!

"Oh, SHIT yeah! That's more like it," Gordon mumbled, only half intelligibly. 

I gazed around the room and saw the glassy-eyed stares of my classmates. Paul's mouth hung slightly ajar, making him appear more than a little slow. Ian still leaned against the wall, his eyes also vacant to me but his right hand now groped and tugged constantly on his expanding cock. The veins in his plate and around his shaft were becoming visible. 

Everywhere I turned, clouded blue eyes, vacant green eyes, hazy brown eyes, all stared towards the TV. It was as if I ceased to exist. I was used to being ignored, but not ever in such close quarters. Finally, I turned to look at Daniel...

And found his soft brown and gold eyes staring right at me. He smiled his half smile at my confusion and placed one hand on my knees, squeezing gently. I wasn't quite sure what to make of it. Was he making sure I was okay? Telling me I'd passed some kind of milestone? Reassuring me? Scolding me? Seducing me?

"Mmmm, fuck," Ian groaned from behind me. 

I turned and saw that his head was pressed back to the wall he leaned on, his eyes closed. One hand was stroking his not too shabby cock, now slick with his own clear wetness, the other crossed over his chest as he played with the massive mounds of muscle piled there, flicking lightly at his nipple.

Did he not realize that there were other people still in the room?! What was he doing!?

Daniel squeezed my knee again and his hand traveled a few inches up my thigh.

"Well if he's doing it..." Gordon chirped from beside me. In a flash he was on his feet and his hands were undoing his belt buckle, pushing his jeans and blue plaid boxers to the floor. I was suddenly staring directly at his pale and slightly freckled ass as he clenched his muscles. When he turned a bit to re-seat himself, I got a dead on view of his unkempt chestnut brown bush and floppy cock. He had a dark freckle that stood out on the pinkish paleness of his shaft like a beauty mark.

My cock started to swell for real. I didn't know wether to run from the room, hide my growing cock, or let Daniel's hand continue it's slow progression up my thigh towards my now aching prick.

"Are you sure you're cool with this," Daniel asked me, his hand giving my thigh one final squeeze before he removed it back to his lap.

"Huh?" I asked, still stunned at the situation I'd found myself in. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine."

"Shit, dude. I didn't even think about that," Gordon started, his fingers now firmly around his semi-hard cock. Even as he spoke and made his concern for me known, his hormones were in full control of his cock and right hand. 

"Do you want us to turn it off? If it bothers you or something..."

While the porn itself was laughable to me, the thought of the guys turning it off because they feared it might make ME uncomfortable was unfathomable. And something I had to put a stop to immediately. Whatever tenuous truce had been reached between this pride of athletes and a lone nerd was not strong enough to withstand my putting an end to their pleasure games.

"No!" I said, a little more loudly than I'd intended. In my rising panic I looked around the room to gauge their response. Every eye was glued on me now, though a few still flicked back to the poor woman dying from lack of oxygen on the screen as her floatation devices were jiggled around to the point of imminent popping. Though I tried to stare into their eyes, the sheer range of exposed and hard cocks was staggering. Even those of the guys who still remained fully clothed were sporting obvious tents in the fronts of their trousers. 

My hole twitched and my mouth watered as I struggled with my baser instincts.

"Don't worry about me, guys," I said quieter than I intended. "Right now, you could watch just about anything and I couldn't care less. My porn is live action at the moment. I win no matter what you watch."

Before the words had left my mouth, I wished I'd had them back. Silence greeted me for a second that seemed to stretch on for months. It was poor Tall Paul who rescued me.

"Shit!" he laughed, finally leaning back in his chair, his long torso making an S curve. His boxers tented visibly and I could see a small wet spot near the button fly. I knew from the showers that his pole matched his body, long and thin just like him. "Oh fuck dude, that's hilarious!"

The rest of the guys followed suit in short order. While I would never truly understand the hive mind communication of my straight friends, I took comfort when it seemed to work in my favor.

Just like that, the mood in the room eased back to one of silent camaraderie as more and more zippers were opened and cocks found their places in their owner's hands. Daniel squeezed my thigh again quickly and I glanced at him. He favored me with a smile and then ruffled my hair. It should have been insulting, but at the time, I blushed and silently thanked him for his support and genuine joy at my acceptance.

His gaze traveled to my crotch and took in my arousal. When he looked back, that familiar hunger was in his eyes and I wondered how long he could hold it at bay, and how long I could before my own urges became too pressing to avoid any longer.

It had been months since I hadn't been the one to forcibly remove Daniel's clothing from his body when we were together. My fingers ached to do the job for him as he undid the button on his pants and pushed them to his thighs.

His uncut cock bounced free, plopping onto his stomach and leaving a small wet spot on his t-shirt. I had to sit on my hand to keep from grabbing it right there. Force of habit. 

I kept my hands firmly under my ass as I watched him slowly jerk himself. His eyes remained closed and he didn't seem to be paying attention to the movie. 

I wondered if he was thinking of my mouth sliding down his shaft, resting near his balls. Or remembering what it felt like when his glorious uncut cock was shoved deep inside me, clenched in my muscled hole and coating me with his seed. 

I hoped so.

Behind me, beside me, in front of me, to my left and to my right, the wet warm sounds of a crew of guys jerking their cocks flooded in around me. My cock throbbed in my jeans, bounced and pressed against the fabric with each heartbeat, making me physically uncomfortable to match my social discomfort.

"Take yours out if you want, Nerd." Daniel said from my right shoulder. 

My neck snapped around to stare at him with my eyes as wide as tea cups. 

I was simply planning on waiting this out until it came to a natural conclusion. That seemed safest, right? Whatever that natural conclusion was, I didn't know. Now Daniel's deep brown eyes stared at me, alight with wickedness at his suggestion and its possible implications.

"I don't have to...," I whispered, obviously uncomfortable. Daniel's eyes grew ever more mischievous. I wanted to pounce on him right there, but thought better of it.

"Go head," Ian said from the wall. When I looked, his eyes were locked on me, but his gentle strokes, the twisting and pulling on his shaft and nipples never slowed. 

"Come on, it's fine," Paul offered from his chair. His long thin cock pointed up through the fly of his boxers now, his larger head clearly defined and growing to an almost angry shade of red.

I turned back to Daniel and was met with only his eager eyes and a smile that only I truly knew the meaning of.

I stood up and found that my legs where much stronger than I expected they might be in this uncommon situation. I fumbled with the button of my jeans for only a moment before it gave way and I pushed my jeans to my ankles with a quick movement. 

My cock swung out in front of me, fully hard and bouncing before me. 

I had never been exposed in front of so many eyes before, not so openly. Even in the middle school showers, I had hidden myself in the corner shower and faced the wall as much as humanly possible. Now, my thick pole gleamed in the open air for all to see.

"Jesus Christ!" Gordon grunted from beside me. 

My initial response was to cover myself as best I could, but I resisted the urge and sat back on the bed, leaning back on my elbows, my cock pointing towards my face and leaking a clear drop of precum onto my shirt, my balls pooling between my opened thighs.

"No fucking way," Ian said, his voice growing nearer. 

He came to stand between me and the TV screen his hands finally leaving his nipple and cock and coming to rest on his hips. His rigid cock pulsed before me.

I'm a gay man. My cock jumped when I saw him, all muscle and sinew, his hairless dick just inches from me. 

My hand came forward of its own accord. At first, I was scared I would find it wrapped around Ian's prick, but luckily I felt the familiar warmth as I grabbed my own member instead.

Thank you, God!

I tugged slowly towards my chest, squeezing out a drop of precum as I did.

"I've never seen one so big before," Ian commented in a daze. He glanced at Daniel. 

"Not unless it's in porn," Paul squeaked, his voice cracking a bit. His fingers were gripped tightly around his thin shaft and he worked himself up and down at a decent pace, his thick cock head rim stopping his hand on the upstroke, his low hanging balls bouncing on the downward. 

"Jesus Christ," Gordon repeated, apparently too stunned to come up with something new to add to the conversation. 

I rubbed my thumb across my slit and worked my precum into my cock head, helping to lube it up a bit. I turned my head to stare towards Daniel and found that his eyes were locked on my cock and his mouth hung open, the pink tip of his tongue just peeking from between his white teeth. I watched the muscles in his shoulder and chest expand and contract as he jerked his own prick even faster than Paul. If he wasn't careful he was going to cum soon.

But watching "My Daniel" as he looked at my dick spurred me forward. I closed my eyes and thought about the feel of his mouth on my cock in the front seat of his Jeep. I pictured his full lips as they engulfed me, resting on my pubes, his eyes starring up my abs and chest, seeking proof of his abilities. I could just feel his tight ass hole as it opened around my shaft and squeezed me inside him, just make out his eyes fluttering closed as another inch of my thick shaft split him open and filled him. Whenever my imagination and memory failed me, I just had to open my eyes and there was the real deal, watching me, his eyes doing what his hands, mouth, and ass could not. 

I was on fire with the newness of it. In my brain I was fucking him, buried inside of him. I could FEEL it in my body. Though no one touched me, no one other than my own hand, I felt like everyone was watching me as I made love to Daniel, that everyone finally could see what I saw, feel for him what I felt, and maybe know the real me a little better in the process. The fact that all of this was in my head just made it all the more alluring. 

Ian broke my fantasy.

"Dude, I don't mean this to sound gay or anything, not that there's anything wrong with that," he started, his big open eyes seeking absolution from my diminutive little body, "but, dude...can I touch it?"

Daniel stopped jerking his dick. His hand was motionless about halfway down a thrust. He stared at Ian with a look of open fury painted on his features. While I was all about having two muscled men come to blows over little ole' me, (who wouldn't be?) now was not the time.

I cleared my throat, hoping it would get Daniel's attention. Thankfully it did. Everyone was looking at me now. Again. It was my turn to be the animal in the zoo. If I said no, even if it was because I didn't want to upset Daniel, it could ruin the bonding moment I was just coming to enjoy. So I looked directly at Daniel, held his gaze in mine and softened my expression as much as I could. 

I nodded.

Ian's hands were rough, much rougher than Daniel's or my own, and there was an inherent strength to his grip that was both welcomed and novel. 

"Fuck, I can barely get my fingers around it!" he exclaimed, a bit too joyfully for my mind to characterize him as entirely straight from that point on.

He jerked me slowly, my body reacting on impulse, shuddering slightly when his grip twisted and he pressed his thick thumb into the sensitive skin under my cock head. I leaked another stream of precum and Ian immediately used it to further lube me up.

"Dude, girls would KILL to get at this," Ian said, his eyes still glued on my cock in his hand. "It's harder than a fuckin' rock." 

He slapped my cock into his open palm a few times, the wet slapping noises and jolt of pressure making me moan a bit. My eyes fluttered and Daniel's face hazed a bit in front of me. Ian's bulk was leaning over me, just a few inches from my lounging torso. I watched his arms flex as he worked me over and over, his eyes taking on a gleam of that hunger I loved so much when I saw it in Daniel. His abs were outlined clearly before me, and his shaved cock still arched in front of him, even bent over as he was.

When his manipulations had pushed me to a new level of pleasure, I felt my arm coming forward and in an instant, my fingers were wrapped tightly around Ian's slick cock. 

His whole body convulsed in front of me and his grip tightened on my cock till it was almost painful. His eyes closed and his mouth hung open, his breath caught in his massive chest.

I must admit, it was gratifying that my mere touch could reduce someone so obviously strong and huge to such a state. I eased a bit and twisted my grip on his cock, using my favorite underhand motion. 

"I...oh, fuck...that's intense...," Ian mumbled. 

To his credit, he didn't stop his jerking on my tool. In fact, he picked up the speed. I matched his pace. The rest of the room stared in awe, though I only noticed them peripherally. My attention was split between the new cock I held in my hand and the beautiful boy who sat beside me.

I looked to Daniel as I jerked Ian's dick and hoped I wouldn't find anger, hurt, or betrayal there. 

His eyes seemed distant at first, as if he was still processing things in the back of his mind. But as I watched, as I jerked Ian closer and closer to release, as my own cock swelled to my full hardness and maximum length, the dancing light returned to their brown pools. 

When he licked his lips and winked at me, I knew I was in the clear.

I wasn't sure how far I could or should push this new limit I'd just set with Daniel. Ian did nothing to help the situation. 

Before long, as I worked him faster and faster in my grip, he rose from his bending position and drew up to his full height, pushing his hips and twitching prick towards my hand. In my haste to please him, I had pushed him to a limit where he was unable to maintain any ability to return the favor. I had to sit up straight to accommodate his new position. He may have given up trying to get me off, but I wasn't finished quite yet.

"Fuck me, dude...sign me up!" Ian moaned again to a round of half hearted chuckles. The sounds of my teammates returning their grips to their own cocks got louder again, the porn on the TV forgotten in favor of the live and in color hand job just inches away. 

Survival of the fittest, you poor blonde hyperventilation victim.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on the small of my back, pressing ever so gently into me. The fingers dug in a bit and I understood. I didn't need to look to Daniel to know that it came from him. And I didn't need to ask him to catch his drift.

I pulled on Ian's cock in my grasp. It was average length and looked smaller on his massive frame, but it was still a handy tool to maneuver the large man where I needed him to be. I pulled him closer and spread my legs apart so that he came to stand between them.

I didn't ask his permission.

I didn't think. 

I opened my mouth and dove down onto his cock in a single gulp. His cock entered my throat with ease, less of a task than with Daniel, and my tongue flew around his shaft and flicked at his slit.

If his fingers had seemed strong when they grabbed my mast, they were iron and steel when he grabbed at my blonde hair and shoved his cock as far as it would go down my throat with a bellow like a beast. 

"Oh fuck!" one of the guys moaned. I wasn't sure who it was. Hell, I wasn't even all that certain WHERE I was, considering all I could see was the smooth sun-kissed skin of Ian as his cock bounced in my throat, just as rigid inside me as the rest of his body appeared.




Speech and Debate Pt. 09



"That is hot as fuck. Dude, what's it feel like?"

Since my mouth was currently occupied with Jock Cock, I made the assumption that the voice was not speaking to me. For my part, it felt great to have his cock so far down my gullet, to feel his abs contract and expand against my nose, the warm heat of his smooth skin and the faint oder of suntan lotion still lingering on him.

"Dude, no girl has ever done it like that...ahhh...shit, yes."

I decided to show Ian how truly unnecessary a girl was. Well, not entirely, but you catch my meaning.

My arms came forward to grab at his ass cheeks. I had never felt something so hard beneath my palms! Daniel had a gorgeous ass, but even his muscled-bubble butt had a little bounce to it. Grabbing on to Ian was like gabbing on to two perfectly smooth boulders. He clenched his muscles beneath my touch and I bobbed contentedly on his prick in response. I tasted the salty sweetness of his precum as he started to leak into my mouth. I let it linger on my tongue, waiting to swallow until I'd earned my reward in truth.

I used my feeble grip on his ass to encourage him to thrust. I opened my throat and readied myself. I gazed up at him, over the mounds of his abs and the massive pecs. I could just make out his lust filled eyes over all his bulk. I nodded as best I could with his cock filling me.

He pulled his dick back a little from my mouth and then shoved it back in without warning. I was ready for it, but I gratified is masculine dominance with a whimper. All for his benefit, I assure you...

As I readied myself for his next assault, my hands found his chest muscles and I squeezed hard, my fingers raking small red lines in his flesh. He growled at me and shoved himself back in, my lips slamming into his pelvis. His growls grew, coming from deep in his chest, the other spectators forgotten for the time being. 

At least to Ian. 

To the spectators themselves, the scene proved too much of an attention grabber to ignore. As I looked over Ian's mountains of muscles, I could just see the outlines of the rest of the team as they rearranged themselves in a semi circle behind him, gaining a better view of my oral work on their buddy.

I could still sense Daniel beside me. I could feel his fingers on the small of my back, urging me on. 

Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I was thankful that he gave his tacit permission with the gesture. Somewhere further back, I marveled at the fact that I NEEDED that permission.

I moaned around Ian's cock and squeezed his chest in my grip. I began to match his thrusting with bobs of my own, pressing myself onto him for all I was worth. I dared not touch my own throbbing cock, though I was vaguely aware of the precum leaking to my pants pooled around my ankles. I imagined what it must be like to have Ian's rock hard cock, as average though it appeared, being pounded into my twitching hole, the full power of his muscles and bulk used to fuck me into complete and total submission. 

It was an...effective...fantasy.

I could feel Ian's release as it approached, and not just from the volume of his grunts and growls, though they were increasing. 

"Shit, David...fuck you're gonna make me blow, dude," Ian almost whined, his hands leaving my hair and pressed into his temples, as if he was unsure what to do with them as he climbed towards explosion. He'd come this far, but he hadn't thought through the entire situation to it's intended and logical conclusion.

I pulled off of his cock and removed one hand from my exploration of his massive chest to grab his saliva slicked shaft and hold his cock head to my outstretched tongue. I looked up at him. I didn't say a word, hoping that my eyes would be all that he would need.

I found one erect nipple, standing like Everest on the mountain range that was his torso. I pinched it hard between my thumb and forefinger.

"Ahhh shit!"

Ian's cock expanded in my grip. I felt the cum travel past my fingers on his shaft and aimed his slit directly into my open and eager mouth. The first shot hit true and coated my tongue with his seed. He wasn't a shooter, not to the level of Daniel or myself, and his next three spurts pooled on my tongue, their whiteness standing in stark contrast to my pink tongue and slightly swollen lips.

I closed my mouth over him and swallowed him down. He was warm and tasted like metal and salt, sea and earth. Where Daniel was a sweet mixture of manliness and spring, Ian's seed was like Ian: hard and masculine in the extreme, full of energy and vitality. I drank him down eagerly and swallowed the load he had given me.

I sucked his twitching cock and laughed to my self while I watched his tree-trunk thighs tremble when my tongue found his super-sensitive head. I licked and kissed his prick clean, always glancing up, making sure he saw my eyes. 

I wanted him to always remember WHO had made him weak in the knees, and never forget it had been a man. It wasn't until I had taken everything he had to give me that I remembered we were far from alone in the room.

While Ian's taste faded from my mouth and my sex-clouded brain settled back into my skull, the silence of my classmates became daunting. Panic started to bubble up from my stomach and my fight or flight engine readied itself for immediate action.

"God damn,..." Tall Paul breathed as he seemingly collapsed back down to his former "S-curved" position in the chair. His movement drew the attention from me, and not a moment too soon if you ask me.

Grumbles and growls of approval and agreement began to take shape and the rest of the team became unglued from their standing semi-circle behind Ian's still-heaving body, shuffling back to their original spots without further discussion.

"That was incredible, little dude," Ian said from above me. "I've never cum like that from head before."

I shrugged as if to say, "what can I tell ya? A dude just KNOWS how to please another dude better than a girl ever could."

"Seriously, guys," Ian said to the rest of the assembled men, half-heartedly pulling on his softening cock now and then, working my spit and what was left of his cum into the smooth skin of his shaft, "we need more gay guys on the team."

"Hey now," I said, startling myself with my outburst. I hadn't meant to speak, yet it was my voice that echoed off the walls and drew all eyes back to me. I had just evaded them only a moment before, and here I was inviting their gaze yet again.

"I'm not gonna be some kind of fuck toy for you guys, okay?" I stated firmly. 

As the words formed, I began to realize my true position. I was in possession of something that they wanted. Well, maybe not wanted, but were intrigued by. I was the supply. They were the demand. The supply side can almost always dictate the terms of negotiation. I began to feel myself becoming bolder.

"That was fun, and I'm not saying a repeat is off the table. I'm gay, I'm not an idiot, after all. But don't expect this kind of thing to happen every day. Or every other day. I'm not a whore. If I decide it will happen again, that's fine. But I will not have a line forming outside my door tonight waiting for their turn with the new team sex object. Understand?"

I was impressed with myself. 

My time with Daniel had given me more of a spine than I ever thought I'd possess. The sea of nodding faces and wide open eyes that reacted to my little spontaneous oration was mollifying. I enjoyed the little step up in social power that I had just claimed. I suddenly began to understand how the popular girls at school could get addicted to the feeling and become totally numb to the pain and suffering of other human beings in their wake. I would have to be careful not to get addicted to the rush.

But I decided a little more wouldn't hurt.

"Good Boys," I said. 

I half expected myself to pull out a doggie treat from my back pocket and give them some positive reinforcement for their good behavior.

Yeah. I would have to keep an eye on the megalomania. Later.

With that new business out of the way, the attention soon returned to the TV, where our poor blonde victim had apparently survived the ten minutes it had taken me to make that mountain of teenaged hormones shoot his load. I marveled at her resilience, if nothing else. She wasn't even sweating and she still gasped for air like it was her job. Which, I guess, it was.

The wet sounds soon took over again and breathing became heavier. 

"Aren't you gonna...ya know?" Gordon asked from his retaken corner of the bed to my left, his voice still slurred.

"Yeah. You can if you wanna." 

That was Ian. In the moment, I found it a little sweet that he would spare even that much attention for my own sexual pleasure. I'd figured him for a "dump and slump" kinda of man. Surprises, surprises.

"Umm,..." 

I didn't really know what to do? As I had become accustomed in times of crises, I sought out Daniel. 

He looked at me with an unreadable expression. I had pushed so many boundaries in the past hour, crossed so many barriers that we had never discussed. Would this, too, be one? Was I going to do irreparable harm to my relationship with Daniel? Had I already done it?

Nearly imperceptibly, Daniel nodded. At first, I wasn't sure he had even made the gesture at all, but his eyebrows climbed a little as well in a sign of openness.

"Okay. I guess," I said to the assembled room.

Tentatively, I grabbed at my cock, now only semi-hard but still dominating the size of the room by a decent measure.

"Get comfortable," Ian said, pointing to the pillows and the bed behind me. "I mean, only if you want to."

I smiled at him and scooted towards the head of the bed, resting my back on the headboard a bit with my legs before me, opened slightly. 

I'll reserve comment on how many sets of eyes moved to my shaft as it slid under my palms and paid no attention to the blonde woman in medical distress on the screen. Suffice it to say, I got the better ratings as far as the pornographic options available at the time are concerned.

Their eyes may have been on me, but I saw only Daniel. He was so close to me, perched at the end of the bed, his torso angled around to so he too could watch me writhe in front of him. 

But I couldn't touch him. 

I could just see the head of his uncut cock, the foreskin pulled up tight around it, the skin shining and slick with his precum. I stared into him, looked for that spark and flame that I loved so much. He stared back into me and the rest of the room became like steam.

My left hand traveled up my shaft slowly, letting my precum lube my long pole. Daniel's eyes followed the movement closely, hungrily. I thought of his full lips kissing the underside of my cock, the way he liked to flick my precum onto his tongue and taste me. I felt his throat open around my shaft, the heat of his tongue and the sheer strength of him unlike anything else I'd known. The nearly painful sensations of completeness when his stubble pushed into my pelvis. The way the short strands of his black hair would slide over my fingers, course beneath their touch but equally like silk. His deep brown eyes staring up at me through his dark lashes, urging me to give him what he truly wanted, pulsing with life, begging me to release myself to him.

I'm not sure how long my imagination ruled my world, but I felt my orgasm rising inside me. It seemed to travel from the aching hole between my legs, where I longed to have Daniel. It moved like a hot knife upwards, pulling a piece of me with it, shattering my fantasy as it edged closer.

"Ahhh, yessss..." I moaned. 

My eyes closed and my head fell back to the headboard. It was literally too much for me to maintain eye contact with Daniel any longer, not when my body cried out for his with every nerve and was denied. Not when I was so close to him yet he seemed miles away.

The first shot splashed into my face and left a small white river on the lacquered headboard behind me. I barely noticed the shocked gasps that echoed. The second and third shots completely ruined my t-shirt. Again. I was running out of cum-free clothes ever since I'd met Daniel. I could hardly keep up with the increased volume of laundry.

When I opened my eyes, Daniel was still looking at me. He smiled gently and nodded a bit again. I wonder if he knew what I'd been thinking of? 

I hope so.

"Fuck me, that's a lot," Gordon drawled. I noticed that his own boxers were marred with pools of sticky white boy juices.

"Ahhh," Tall Paul let out. 

It sounded like a spasm of some kind. His tall lanky frame jerked in the chair a bit, his legs coming off the floor. He looked like a marionette that some cruel puppeteer was manipulating around from on high. His thin cock twitched with his spasm and he sprayed tall arcs of cum into the air, onto his chest, onto the floor. He didn't have a grip on his cock at all, just let it shoot off as it may without any direction or guidance. Several guys had to jump out of the way as he came to avoid being sprayed with his jizz. 

My eyebrows shot up a little bit.

Okay Tall Paul. Good for you. Thin dick, but impressive distance and volume. 

When Paul finally collapsed into a crumpled heap onto his chair, his spasming finally ebbing, he seemed unable to speak. 

"Well, I don't know about you douchebags, but I'm going to bed," Ian said. 

We were in Paul's room. Paul, being the gracious and presently mute host, nodded his agreement with Ian. Jeans rose from the floor and still throbbing boners were stuffed uncomfortably back into their assorted prisons. The blonde woman was now covered in thick streaks of cum from her chin to her hairline. The tonic, unfortunately for her, had done nothing to calm her breathing difficulties. Someone shut the TV off as the grunts and grumbles of the Jock Language ushered everyone out and back towards their own domiciles. 

I made sure to be the last to leave the room. I thanked Paul as I closed the door behind me. He didn't respond. He was still slouched in his chair, his pants at his ankles, his softening cock dribbling the last of his strength onto his lean thigh. I would be lying if I said my mouth didn't water a bit and I silently hoped that Paul found his way to the bed somehow and didn't spend the rest of the night in that position.

The other room doors closed to the sound of locks being drawn until only Daniel and I were left in the hallway, walking shoulder to shoulder towards the last two rooms. I fished the electronic card from my back pocket and turned to my door. 

I couldn't bring myself to see if Daniel was behind me or if he'd turned towards his own room across the hall. I wasn't sure what kind of damage I had just done. My heart raced as I unlocked and opened the door. I was still too frightened to turn around and close it, wondering if he was there.

Before I was halfway through, I felt his hands on the small of my back and he pushed me inside so that I almost tumbled. Before his hands left my back, they appeared on my shoulders and he spun me to face him and pull me to his fierce kiss, crashing us to the closing door.

My hands came to life again and I grabbed for him, felt his arms, shoulders, his back, wound my trembling fingers into his hair. His lips came to my neck and sucked hard.

"Oh, god, Daniel," I moaned, my leg climbing up to his hips, his free hand coming to support me on my ass. 

"I...oh, fuck yes, I'm sorry...I didn't..." I panted through the rising tide.

"Shut up." Daniel growled and pulled my mouth to his again, his tongue roughly sliding inside me, my breath pushed from me again.

Daniel never broke the bond of our mouths, stuck like magnets as he picked me up from the floor by my waist and walked me to the bed. I was instantly reminded how much stronger he was than me, who was truly the bigger between us in spite of height. 

I bounced on the mattress when he tossed me like a rag doll. Before I hit, my arms were already outstretched, grabbing for him, needing him as close as possible. He crashed into me in a flash of olive skin and a deep growl like a panther. 

We rolled for a moment, and I shifted myself on top of him, not pinning him, not daring to challenge his superiority right now. I knew he needed me to be his, to be completely his, to prove to him that what had just happened with his friends was as nothing compared to what we had. My entire body ached to prove it, so I straddled him gently and arched the small of my back, grinding my still-covered ass into his hardness.

"I just want you," I breathed as he met me thrust for thrust, his fingers digging into my hip bones, pulling me down to him. I reached behind me to grip his bulge through his jeans. He growled at me and I felt his dick pulse. A dampness came to life beneath my palm as I squeezed, milking him, showing him what I was worth.

"They have no idea what I can do. Not like you do." 

I unbuttoned his jeans with my hand and unzipped him. His cock did most of the work for me, pushing his underwear into a massive tent. My fingers worked under the elastic and I grabbed his shaft for the first time today. I sighed at the contact, finally getting what I'd been forced to experience only in my mind. Daniel mimicked my reaction when I pulled on his shaft, gathering his smooth foreskin over his head then popping it free.

"You want to see what I can do?" 

Daniel nodded, his eyes pleading but never losing their dominance. If he wanted me to be submissive right now, if that is what he needed just as much as I needed to BE that, then that is what he would get.

I spring from astride his hips and knelt between his legs, never stopping my movements on his raging cock.

"I missed your cock, Jock boy," I said, sticking my tongue out to lick his slit and taste him again. It was like sweet water to a man in the desert. 

I took his head in my mouth and felt his whole body tremble. His fingers came to my head and I readied myself for what I hoped would be a truly vigorous face fucking.

Someone should have taken a picture of the frozen tableau we struck when his moans and my wet slurping noises were joined by a loud knock on the door.

Daniel's fingers were wrapped tightly in my blonde hair and a good third of his cock was shoved down my throat. Both of our eyes turned towards the door, stopping all motion and staying stock still. Maybe they would go away when no one answered.

I felt Daniel's cock pulse another stream of precum onto my tongue. I couldn't help but moan a little bit.

The knock sounded again.

I jumped from the bed, sighed at having to tear myself from Daniel's cock and hastily adjusted my sorely abused prick in my jeans, covering it as best I could with my cum stained t shirt. I made silent flailing motions at Daniel, meant to indicate that he should conceal himself as best he could. He moved off the bed in a flurry and pressed himself to the half wall that divided the bedroom from the bathroom. 

I straightened myself and went to the door.

When I turned the handle and pulled it open, I felt like I was a character in some sitcom on TV.

"Hey," Ian said from the hallway, now clothed fully. "I just wanted to say thanks for...you know."

It was almost comical to watch a man of his size blush and stare at his fidgeting feet. I couldn't help but grin a bit. My heart went out to him and I was struck by just how far I had come in so short a time. A few weeks ago, the thought of a Jock at my door, muscle bound and athletic as they are want to be, coming to say thank you for anything...well, it was highly improbable at the very least.

"Thanks, Ian. I appreciate that," I said in my best impression of humble. Inside, I was doing a jaunty little jig. 

"You're a cool kid. I'm glad you're on the team."

It was my turn to blush this time. I mumbled my thanks again. I watched Ian's eyebrows draw down in confusion. He seemed a little stunned and I wondered what I'd said that might have cause the look. It was then that I noticed he wasn't staring that way at me. 




Speech and Debate Pt. 09



He was looking past me, over my shoulder and into the room behind me.

"Daniel?" he asked confused.

Every muscle in my body froze. I pictured Daniel taking the same position against the wall.

"Dude, I can see your shoulder. You're not that great at hiding, bud." 

I heard Daniel release his breath in a great rush and I turned to watch him emerge from his apparently awful hiding spot.

"Fuck," I groaned. 

I pictured everything crashing down around me in a fiery apocalypse. Ian was GOING to tell someone now that he'd caught Daniel in my room. And Daniel, bless his gorgeous jock-boy heart, had not bothered to put his clothes back on from our rudely interrupted suck fest of just moments before. When he slid from behind the wall and into the small hallway, his jeans pooled around his ankles and his very hard cock glistened with slick wetness from my industrious efforts of minutes ago.

"Get the fuck in here or close the damned door," Daniel admonished, hands on his hips, his cock bouncing in time to his words. 

As if to put paid to any rumors that Daniel was present in my private room for some reason OTHER than sexual exploits, his cock chose that particular moment to leak a long stream of viscous clear goo from his slit. It stretched nearly to the carpet before it broke and fell the rest of the way.

Ian snorted a little laugh, looked to his left down the hallway and pushed past me to come inside. 

"Dude, he's really really good right?" Ian asked Daniel excitedly. "Like, WAY better than a girl, right?" 

While it was very flattering information for a young gay man to hear, I would have preferred it to have been offered TO me, instead of THROUGH me.

"Um, Hello?" I said in my most sarcastic tone. "Yeah, hi, nice to meet you. I'm David. Ya know, the boy whose room you've decided to invade like it's your own?"

I was surprised to find that Daniel wore a wide grin across his face. I hadn't thought how he would react to someone of his own social stature knowing about us, much less approving of it. Apparently, it made him smile. But my snarky outburst worked well enough to wipe the grins off both of their faces.

Daniel's brown eyes went to the carpet and Ian's soon followed. 

"Sorry," they mumbled in unison.

Remember that thing about supply and demand and not getting too addicted to the power? 

Well, another little hit couldn't hurt, right?

"What's that? I didn't hear you?" I asked. 

My mamma would have been proud. Maybe not proud precisely, since I was using sex to essentially manipulate boys into doing my bidding. When put that way, she SURELY would have been proud. 

"I'm sorry," they repeated in crisp clear tones.

I nodded and they both relaxed visibly. I trembled a bit at the power rush again. 

Ian's excitement reasserted control first. He turned to Daniel.

"Are you...like, gonna finish?" he asked.

"You'll have to ask David."

They both looked to me. 

It was completely unfair. Daniel should have known when he looked at me like that, those sad puppy dog eyes almost seeming to fill with tears, I would have done almost anything short of actual murder. 

I threw up my hands. Ian's eyes brightened like a child at Christmas.

"Mind if I...I mean,...if it's okay...umm,..."

"You can watch, you big perv," I shot back, putting an end to his stuttering.

You'd have thought I just told him he'd won the lottery.

Ian took a seat in the chair, the same chair in the same place that I pictured Paul crumbled into a few doors down.

When I looked at Daniel, something had changed in his gaze. Before Ian's arrival, I had sensed he needed to be powerful and dominant, needed me to show him that I was his. Now, behind those soft brown pools were glimmers of a scared boy, standing on the edge of a cliff and unsure whether he really wanted to jump to the icy lake below. 

My tactics changed immediately. 

I approached him slowly, making sure I never let my eyes leave his. I took his hand in mine and I could swear I felt it tremble just a little bit when I did. I lead him towards the bed until his calves were pressed against the foot of it. His jeans made his maximum movement barely above a shuffle so I took my time. Still looking at him, I found the hem of his t-shirt and raised it over his head, dropping it to the floor beside me.

I was happy to see the timidity vanish from him when he stared at me now. Ian was forgotten. I could see my face reflected in his eyes and I knew that I was all he saw now. I placed my palms on the warm planes of his hairy chest and pushed him gently to the bed as I sank to my knees on the floor.

I angled Daniel's cock so that Ian had a perfect side-on view of his entire length before I opened my mouth and slowly pushed his whole shaft inside my throat. I breathed him in deeply, letting my tongue move in slow circles on him. His torso fell back to the mattress and I had to level myself up to keep him fully inside me.

Slowly I withdrew, sucking on the rim of his cock and nibbling lightly on his smooth foreskin when I did. 

"Shit,." He breathed just as I heard Ian mimic him exactly from off to my right.

I sank back onto him and brushed my lips across his trimmed pubes. I felt his muscles tense, saw his abs crunch and become even more defined as I bobbed up and down on his manhood. I could have stayed down there for hours, completely unaware of Ian just feet from me. 

Daniel's gentle grip on the sides of my face pulled me from my prize. Before I knew it, I was laying flat against his broad muscled body, his arms wrapping tightly around my back, crushing me to him while he kissed me deeply.

I heard Ian's chair slide across the carpet in a rush and just made out his tall bulk rise quickly to his feet.

"I...I...I..." He stammered, looking around for something, anything on which to focus other than his buddy's tongue shoved into my mouth. 

Daniel broke our kiss, but not our embrace.

"Sit the fuck down and enjoy the show, jack ass," he snapped at his teammate.

Ian stood still for a bit, eyes locked on Daniel's. I was trapped in his arms, happily, but I watched as these two specimens of masculinity squared off without a sound. 

"You walked in here, now you get what you get," Daniel finished.

Ian retook his seat and Daniel's gentle finger on the side of my face returned him to my gaze. He brushed a gentle kiss across my lips and stroked my cheek with his thumb. He smiled his crooked half smile at me and winked.

Oh, fuck me.

The Alpha was established and I, me, the gay nerd, got to claim him. 

Christmas, Valentine's, my birthday and the Fourth of July all wrapped into one.

I leaned forward to kiss Daniel with everything I had. He nearly tore my shirt from my back in his haste to get it off. Our mouths never stopped their dance for longer than it took for him to remove an article of clothing. I had never felt so free as when he finally managed to get my pants and underwear around my knees. I wiggled out of them the best I could from that point on, but was more focused on the feeling of my unbending dick as it pressed into his equally hard member.

Daniel's gentle downward pressure on my head signaled my time to finish my work had come. I eagerly flipped myself around so that I lay head towards his toes and threw my arm over his hairy thighs. 

Slowly at first I sucked his cock inside me, trying to memorize the taste of him yet again. Daniel gripped my dick and tugged lazily as I worked on him. He soon had me slick with my own precum and used his thumb to torture my sensitive underside.

I tried to moan through my full mouth, but I refused to take his cock from inside me. Not again. I used every trick I could think of, every manipulation and twist I'd learned over the months. 

"Yeah, nerd...Christ, David, I'm getting close."

I heard Ian shift in his chair and the distinct sound of a zipper being lowered.

"Do it," Daniel continued. He raised his legs so that his knees were bent, feet flat against the mattress.

He couldn't mean...? Could he? In front of Ian.

"Rim me, baby." 

You didn't need to ask me twice. 

Faster than I thought possible, I twisted around so that Daniel's legs were on either side of me as I knelt between them. My cock pointed straight at his exposed and twitching pink hole. I suppressed the urge to shove myself into him right then and placed my palms under his hamstrings, pushing his hips back off the bed.

I licked gently at first, lightly flicking around his hole, kissing the soft skin around it, breathing hot breath on him.

"Mmm...more," Daniel moaned. 

Wet sounds were starting to come from the chair.

I pressed my tongue into his hole and swirled in quick motions. I'd heard some of the team discussing a technique called "The Alphabet Game," where you are supposed to use your tongue to spell out the entire alphabet in capital letters and then in lower case letters when you eat out a girl. The thought was nauseating, but the theory seemed sound.

I hadn't gotten to the Capital D before Daniel was panting like a mad man on the mattress. His hairy forearms grabbed on the the back of my head, pulling me deeper inside of him, reaching past his own cock to grab at me.

"Oh shit...yes...eat my ass," he groaned.

E. 

F. 

G. 

H. 

I.

"Mmmm..." That one came from Ian. Though I had no desire to even glance in his direction to confirm my suspicions, I was glad he was enjoying the show thus far.

When I got to Capital S, Daniel could barely breathe.

I had never heard him whimper like that before. It almost reminded me, unpleasantly, of the poor blonde woman from the porn in Paul's room. 

"Oh god, please. Please stop! I can't...oh fuck me, I can't take it anymore."

T.

U.

V.

W.

"Please, baby. Finger me! I..."

X.

Y.

"IIIIIAAAHHHHH, FUCK!" he screamed.

Z.

I'm a stickler for finishing what I start. 

Daniel's breath began to slow a little bit, but his thoroughly slick hole pulsed in and out in front of me, begging just as much as its' master.

I pressed my index finger to his opening and felt it press against me. Daniel whined and writhed beneath, pushing his hips forward as best he could, seeking me out.

"Pleeeeassse..." he drew out the word. His eyes proved too much for my weak resolve.

I pushed inside him and watched his eyes roll back in his skull. His hole squeezed me tightly but gave me no issue. I could feel his heart beat..beat..beat..beat..beat...in time to the convulsions of his opening. I drew out slowly and pressed back in with two fingers now. I didn't even need to wet them, he was so lubed up from the Alphabet Game. I would have to remember that for the future.

Daniel's cock spasmed and he shot a quick burst of precum to his hairy stomach.

"Holy shit," Ian whispered in apparent awe, the sounds of his jerking off clear as a bell now.

I know I didn't need to, I could have found other ways to get him off, but something inside of me wanted to show Ian what being at the mercy of another man could feel like. I pushed into Daniel quickly, burying myself inside to my last knuckle and arching my fingers forwards inside of him.

The reaction was exactly what I expected. 

Daniel let out a roar like I had just started his engine. I pulled quickly out and back in with the same force. In and out I pistoned, each time, pressing that spot inside Daniel that I knew would make him burst like a piñata.

Daniel's mouth hung open to his chest and he crunched forward as my two fingers fucked his hole hard and fast, just barely tickling his prostate when I was buried in, all in full view of his "straight" teammate. His eyes were wild and harried, his breath caught in his throat and only a deep growl came from inside him. He began to shine with a thin sheet of sweat. I picked up the pace.

"Ahh,...David,...agh..." 

It was weak, barely even a whisper. But I was surprised he even managed that much considering the sheer volume and speed at which his cock spewed into the air.

Rope after rope arched high between us. Most of the first blasts covered my bed spread a good foot above Daniel's head. Only around the third or fourth gush actually landed on his heaving chest and pleasure-twisted face. The white drops splashed agains his skin with gentle splats, clinging to his hair and beading there in small drops and graceful swoops.

When he was done and his cock twitched in the air between us, still untouched, I pressed my fingers to his prostate one final time and watched in awe as another small squirt pooled near Daniel's belly button.

Before I could remove my fingers from him, Daniel sprung forward from his prostrate position and flipped onto his stomach in front of my kneeling form. My fingers were still slick and wet from being so recently inside him but when he opened his mouth to take in my cock, I wound them into his hair without thought.

Daniel's tongue teased my slit and played with the rim of my cock head. He looked up at me through those dark lashes, the very same look I had imagined when I was jerking off in front of the team earlier. My fantasy now come to life once more.

Daniel used one hand to jerk my shaft while he bobbed on the top half of my cock, moaning all the while. I felt myself getting close in only a moment. 

"Daniel...fuck yes,...don't stop...i'm close," I said between breaths. Daniel increased his speed.

He sighed deeply when my first shot erupted into him. He sucked firmly and milked me as blast after blast hit the back of his throat and he swallowed them all gratefully. 

Ian roared from his chair and I turned just in time to watch his cock spew blindingly white spunk onto his lower stomach. 

Daniel kissed and sucked my cock clean lovingly as I watched Ian ride the wave of his orgasm. I caught his eyes and jerked my head towards Ian, hoping he would follow my lead.

I got off the bed and was pleased to hear Daniel do the same. Ian's head was still thrown back and his eyes were closed so I'm still not sure if he heard or saw the two of us kneel between his open thighs.

I leaned forward first and licked at Ian's defined abs, taking in his white juices and savoring them. 

I felt Daniel's face press next to mine as we continued to lap at Ian's muscles, licking him clean, kissing our way down his shaved pubes to his still twitching cock.

"Oh fuck me," he groaned.

My lips met Daniel's around the base of Ian's dick. The tip of my tongue danced with his as we kissed and licked our way up Ian's shaft towards his head. My full lips reached his cock head first and sucked the tip of him gently. Ian shook mightily when I found my mark. I pulled back a bit and let Daniel take the top position.

Soon, Ian was clean and breathing in sharp gasps. His hands were at his temples again, as if he was steadying himself against the spinning of the room.

Daniel rose to his feet first. I followed shortly and we both looked down at the spent muscle-god slumped in the chair.

"So. Thoughts?" Daniel asked nonchalantly. 

Ian wasn't the only one to stare at him in wonder.

Thoughts? I was still amazed every day at the things Daniel could take in stride.

"Umm, that was ridiculous," Ian said in a gravely whisper.

"Glad you approve," Daniel started. "Now, get dressed and get out."

Despite his wobbly legs, Ian wasted little time in obeying Daniel's command. I added nothing to the orders. If Daniel didn't find it necessary to mention the need for discretion, I certainly wasn't about to second guess his assessment of the situation. He knew Ian much better than I.

The door closed quickly behind a still awestruck Ian. 

I looked through the peephole and watched as he stood in the hallway for a bit, looking left and right. The poor guy might never find his own room in his current state. I opened the door again.

"Two doors down on the left." 

I closed it again. 

When I watched through the peephole this time, it only took him about five or ten seconds to gather himself, process the directions, and amble off towards his room.

I turned back to the room and found Daniel using his discarded t-shirt to wipe the cum from his chest and abs, seeming to be entirely unaffected by what we'd just done.

"Do you think he's gonna jack off thinking about that tonight?" I wondered idly.

Daniel shrugged.

"Dunno. Don't really care what he does. Are you ready for bed soon?"

Though I was a little shocked at his apparent level of ease, I nodded.

"You should be getting back to your room soon," I said with more than a little hint of sadness at the thought.

Daniel pulled back the cum soaked top cover of my king sized bed and pooled it on the floor. He smiled at me, still standing at the end of the hallway.

"Why? What's the point now?" he asked.

"What about the other..."

"Ian knows now. There's no use in trying to pretend like it didn't happen. He knows, and it's possible everyone else will know soon enough. So why should I sleep alone tonight, when what I want is to sleep next to you? If it's coming out soon, I'm at least going to do what I want in the meantime."

I watched him pull back the under cover and the sheet and slide beneath them and settle into my bed. He propped himself on one elbow and faced me, smiling that crazy beautiful smile. 

He patted the mattress next to him, urging me to join him.

I wanted to cry, and for more than one reason. 

Daniel was so sure, so strong, so confident. The situation had changed in the blink of an eye, our routine disrupted, plans shattered; and he had adapted nearly instantaneously. He had made his choice as to what was important to him. 

It took me a while to fully understand that I was what was important to him. 

He faced possible social outcast, loss of face, humiliation, degradation, any manner of cruel words and remarks. Physical violence wasn't entirely out of the question, even for one as well-built as him. 

But there he lay. Calm, cool, serene, and beautiful beyond description. In my bed, beckoning me to lay beside him.

I turned off the light and climbed under the covers. In such a large bed, it took us a moment to find one another, but when we did, the bed seemed almost comically large. My forehead pressed to his, our noses brushing. He threw one leg over my own and I wrapped my limbs around him. 

Our soft cocks pressed together and for once, this was enough. Just to hold him, feel his breath on my lips, the rise and fall of his chest pressed to mine, his strong fingers lightly dancing up and down my back.

I kissed him in the darkness and hoped he could feel everything I wanted to say but couldn't. How much I needed him, how thankful I was that he was so sure where I was so scared. 

"Don't think about it," Daniel whispered at my ear as he kissed me lightly.

"Think about what?" 

"The morning."

I hadn't spoken. I had not said one word, and yet he knew the thoughts that lurked at the back of my mind. I didn't wonder how he'd done it, I just marveled at the fact that he could. After so long thinking no one would ever care to even hear my thoughts, Daniel had decided to start reading them. 

"But," I whispered, my voice trembling, "What if Ian..."

"Don't think about it," Daniel cut me off. "If it happens, it happens. You are here with me now. So just be with me. You and me. Just us. Please, baby?"

The tears came hot and silent down my cheeks as I kissed him. 

Tomorrow would come as it always did. 

With his lips against mine, our hearts beating in tandem, I couldn't have possibly cared less if the sun never rose again.



Speech and Debate Pt. 10



I hope this chapter will ease some fears and tie up some burning questions.

This chapter is a doozy! There's a lot of ground to cover so it's an extra-long addition this time. Longest one yet, by far. I hope you enjoy it! 

There are still more chapters on the way...and a possibility of a side line extension once this main series comes to a close. Fingers crossed!

*****

Thus, the Serpent was Driven from the Garden

By D. A. Mackey

As a nerd, when you enter a place as complex and hierarchical as the American High School, you naturally take your spot towards the bottom of that hierarchy. The strata become readily apparent on day one, though the criteria of each level may still remain mysterious. By the end of your first week, you unconsciously assume all of the rules and regulations associated with whichever level you found yourself a part of, willingly or not. That may seem cruel at face value, but it was the way of the world I had lived in for the past three and a half years. It was social Darwinism at its most basic level: survival of the fittest. This was simply crucial to your survival in a place where the tiniest mistake could have drastic and far reaching consequences for the wrong type of person. It was also why it was imperative that you know if you WERE the wrong type of person in the first place before you did or said anything. 

I hadn't spent much time mourning my lack of social standing or decrying the things that I had missed out on. I didn't lay awake at night and wallow in self-pity or wonder why things were the way they were. I saw the things portrayed on the popular T.V. shows and movies: the parties, games, and friends, and all the drama, laughter, and heartache that came with them. But I didn't pine for them. What would be the point? I was where I was. There was no conceivable way that one single person could change the structure of an entire institution that had operated this way for decades. 

And then Daniel happened. 

I had started climbing the ladder I had never even considered before. In truth, I didn't climb it; I was pushed up it rung by metaphorical rung. In a blink, I was forced to adjust my view on nearly everything that surrounded me. No longer was my world simply me, my mind, my books, and my futile fantasies about one day showing them all. Things had become intricate beyond my wildest imaginings from the moment Daniel and I had begun our pilgrimage of exploration in the frozen wasteland of Boston on the night of my 18th birthday. 

One of those views I found myself suddenly concerned with was the prospect of Prom, now less than a week away. I'd always considered Proms and Formals and Debutante Balls as an outdated, outmoded, and semi-misogynistic spectacle. However, one cannot deny the rite of passage element that the late spring dance possesses. 

From my new vantage point and somewhat to my horror, I found myself actually wanting to attend, curious to see what all the fuss was about. I worried that I might miss something if I stayed home like I'd always assumed I would from the day I was placed in the bottom tier of the social order. That I was even entertaining the idea of Prom was off-putting enough for me. Add to that the rising emotions Daniel elicited in me and the possibility of Ian revealing our relationship to the rest of the school,...my teenaged brain was rapidly approaching full capacity.

Thus, I found myself cleaning up the Varsity locker rooms after baseball practice on a late Spring afternoon, my normally ordered and logical mind in a dizzying whirl of contradictions in logic. I could barely concentrate on the equipment as I stored it on the proper shelves, (or what I hoped were the proper shelves.) For once, I paid absolutely no attention to the naked teammates showering just a few feet away. It's truly stunning what your brain can gloss over when your mind is otherwise occupied. Even a bevy of abdominal muscles, pecs, and flopping cocks in all shapes and sizes. The jovial back-and-forth of my teammates barely registered to my ears.

"Should I take Amanda or Katy, do you think?" Gordon slurred, still sounding stoned as usual. I had flashing images of his natural voice being the cause of many troubles with the police in his upcoming college days.

"You asked them both?" Daniel's sultry baritone voice asked. Even in my stupor, his voice always sounded clear as bell.

"I asked Katy; and THEN Amanda asked ME."

"Either way, you're gonna get laid. So just flip a coin, dude. They're both hot," Tall Paul offered his two cents on the matter.

I shook my head in disbelief. 

Boys, am I right?

"Take 'em both and have a threesome," Ian joked. 

The growls and grunts and teases of approval and mock surprise echoed from the tiled walls. I tried to concentrate on my menial tasks and headed to the exit to grab the final equipment bag, passing the showers on the way.

"David," Ian called to me, stopping me in my tracks Was he going to reveal everything right now? Naked in the showers in front of everyone? My mind began to postulate theories and strategies, various angles of avoidance and denial. 

"Why don't you take one of these chicks off Gordon's hands, huh?" he continued, "I mean, with what you got hanging between your legs, either one of them would jump at the offer, gay or not."

The team burst into laughter, Daniel included, though when he looked at me standing in the doorway I could sense his tension, his protective nature ready to spring forward at the smallest indication of my distress. I smiled back at him, silently thanking him for always being my back up plan. Just in case. I readied my response as the words "hung," "huge," "crazy," "insane," and "lucky," bounced around me.

"Aww, but Ian, I was still holding out hope that you would ask me?" I said with mock sadness as I grabbed my crotch through my jeans, pushing it towards him. 

That got the response I'd hoped: everyone turned from me and began to hassle and harass Ian instead.

"Oooo, he got you, dude." 

I walked on and thanked my lucky stars that wit and intelligence still had power, even in this higher social strata. It was always a game of one-ups-manship. That was a game I could usually play to my advantage, if the medium was brains and not brawn. 

It seemed that I could feel Daniel's eyes on my back as I walked past the showers. I imagined his gaze resting on the muscles of my back and ass as it moved silently beneath my jeans. I felt my cock start to grow, pushing down my leg. I played out the fantasy in my mind, a smile unconsciously creeping across my face.

To my surprise, my interactions and budding friendship with the Baseball team soon started to bleed into my daily routine at school as well. I hadn't stood alone against my favorite reading tree in the Annex for weeks. Instead, I was often included in the conversations of the "popular crowd."

True, I still stood on the outer edge of that crowd and only interjected or offered my own voice when asked. But I was there none the less. When I walked to my classes, I found that the other students all stepped aside to let me pass. Their stares and gazes no longer held the edge of contempt or distrust that I had grown so accustomed to. Now, they seemed to possess a bit of something I couldn't quite classify. Respect? I decided it served little purpose to think about it too much and just continued to go about my normal routine, with some slight adjustments.

I still avoided these social interactions whenever they incorporated Amy and her crew of minions. Though I had somehow broken the barrier between Jock and Nerd, that tenuous relationship did not go so far as to grant access to the Jock/Popular Girl world. 

"Could you read over this history paper for me?" Ian asked as we sat on one of the benches in the cafeteria during Senior lunch, only two days before Prom. "I know you're, like, a genius or some shit. I really need to do well on this one so I don't have to take summer school."

"Sure," I offered. He was in "regular" U.S. History, so how hard could it be right? "Let me see it."

Ian handed it over and I immediately noted the larger than normal font and extra wide margins. I raised my eyebrows at him.

"What?! It has to be four pages! It's four pages," he offered, picking up on my implicit judgement.

"14 point font, inch-and-a-half margins, and extra wide headers is cheating," I said frankly. "But, let me see what I can do. I'll get this back to you after practice, okay?" I slid his paper into the backpack stashed between my feet just as Daniel and Tall Paul took seats across from us.

"Awesome," Ian said with a smile before tearing into a sandwich that could have easily fed three grown men with the amount of Roast Beef it just barely held in place between too small slices of wheat bread. The sheer amount of food it took to keep up a body like Ian's still flabbergasted me. He never seemed to stop stuffing his face with some form of sustenance. I felt for his parents and their pantry, but Ian drove a Mercedes, so I was less concerned for their wallets.

When I looked up, I saw Dr. Plarston carrying her lunch tray across the room, headed towards the faculty table in the corner near a large, sunny window. She caught my eye and we looked at each other across the crowded lunch room for a moment. Without warning, I felt myself wracked with something that felt suspiciously like guilt.

Her eyes were so...sad. Where she had always looked at me with pride and protective motherliness before, now she seemed almost disappointed and somewhat confused. As if she couldn't quite understand what I was doing where she found me. I was an exotic bird that had flown the coop and taken up residence in the Silverback Gorilla enclosure. 

My teachers had always been like surrogate parents for me when I was away from home. They had been my sole friends for years now, my advisors and protectors, my biggest fans and ardent supporters. It killed me to think that I was somehow letting them down.

But why should who I decided to socialize with concern them? True, this crowd of athletes I found myself associated with was far from the norm, especially for me. But I wasn't in distress. I wasn't being mocked or derided. I wasn't being ignored anymore. I was finally being SEEN. Why couldn't she understand that?

I wondered if she felt that I was betraying my true nature. I had wrestled with much the same thing as I lay awake most nights, staring at my ceiling and trying to organize my distracted mind. But I wasn't. I was simply discovering a part of my nature that I hadn't known was there before. I didn't want to spend the rest of my life alone and isolated. No one does, no matter what bravado and bluster they may muster to the contrary. Not if they are being honest with themselves. 

I was growing into a person who enjoyed human interaction, who was comfortable enough with himself to be included in the rest of the world. The quiet nerd who loved to read fantasy novels and poetry was still there. He wasn't gone. He was just finally becoming...happy. That part of me would never disappear. It couldn't. It was, and always will be, integral to who I was and am. But I had come to find that it didn't need to be mutually exclusive from this other, newer piece of me. 

"Earth to David? Come in, David?" 

I heard Daniel's voice as if from a great distance.

"Hmm?" I mumbled, shaking Dr. Plarston's apparent disappointment from my mind and returning my attention to the man who now sat before me. As usual, it took a few moments for the gentle revelation of Daniel's beauty to fade enough for me to regain my powers of thought and speech.

"Do you want to work out with the team tonight?" Daniel asked, apparently for the second time.

"With the team?" I mimmicked, still a little dumbfounded.

"Yeah," Tall Paul interjected. "You've been working out with Daniel most nights, right? Why not just join us instead?"

"I bet I can whip you into shape better than this puny little man," Ian joked and kicked Daniel squarely in the shins under the table

Daniel punched him in the shoulder. Ian barely budged and Daniel nursed his sore knuckles in his lap, where he thought no one would notice. Punching Ian was like punching a cinder block wall and equally as effective.

It was true that Daniel and I had continued our work out regimen most afternoons after practice, and our morning runs as well. We weren't AS diligent in the routine since Ian's inclusion in our bedroom antics during the away game. The weight room held all sorts of erotic potential when it was just the two of us alone together. Erotic potential could be dangerous when you were always waiting for the other shoe to drop. 

Three sets of eyes stared at me and I realized that I needed to respond and fast. 

I don't know why, but I nodded my acceptance of their proposal.

"Cool," Ian said in tandem with Tall Paul. 

The bell rang, warning us to the five minutes remaining in our lunch period. Ian and Paul stood and made their goodbyes before grabbing their stuff and exiting. 

I stared at Daniel for a moment. When we found ourselves alone like that, the rest of the world quieted to a buzz like a fluorescent light bulb and motion faded away to a hazy mist.

"You ready for this, Nerd?" he asked, his brown eyes twinkling at me.

"Are you?" I shot back. "Are you going to keep your hands to yourself in there? You haven't been able to thus far."

"Hey! I wasn't the one on my knees in front of the bench press machine last night, dude."

"No, you're right. That was me. But you were the one who whipped out his cock and asked me to take that position, as I recall."

Daniel blushed bright scarlet. Point: Nerd. He was off balance. Might as well finish him off and put him out of his misery. It was the humane thing to do.

"We'll see who can keep his cock in his pants this afternoon, won't we jock boy?" I stood and leaned my lips close to his ear, my breath just barely brushing against his skin. "Try not to think about fucking me when the rest of the team is spotting me tonight, okay? Don't even think about my dick filling you up when they all teach me new moves. When we get all sweaty. Just put it from your mind. Don't even wonder if I'll be wearing one of your jock straps beneath my shorts. I will be. But that won't matter at all to you, will it? You'll be just fine. See you in the weight room, baby." 

I straightened and walked from the lunch room. I didn't need to look back to know that Daniel was stuck to his seat. I had watched he his cock grow rigid in his jeans when I spoke. I passed his wide-eyed face and it was proof enough that my speech had found its home. I had planted that seed and I was absolutely certain that it would grow as I intended. I looked forward to the harvest.

It was perplexing to find myself in the Varsity Weight Room later that afternoon with someone other than Daniel. I'd grown accustomed to the space, with its machines and free-weights and myriad devices of torment and torture. But always with Daniel as my guide. Having six other men crammed in the room with us ignited a competitive spark in me that I was previously unaware I was capable of.

I wore a black tank top that clung tightly to my torso and a pair of loose maroon basketball shorts over a white jock. I'd made sure to dress in private so as to not allow Daniel the knowledge of what, if anything, was under my clothes. I wanted him guessing. I basked in the tormented looks he would cast in my direction every now and again. He was normally in his element in that room especially, always the dominant and more sure of us two. Watching him struggle to maintain his composure and fidget uncomfortably with his crotch on occasion was akin to making him squirm when I'd bring him just to brink of orgasm.

"Put your hands further apart and go slow. Like, really slow this time," Ian instructed from just behind me. I held two twenty-five pound dumbbells to my shoulders, preparing to lift them above my head in a Military Press. I could feel the massive bulk of Ian at my back as I pushed them slowly above my head.

Ian's hands on my pecs startled me. He pressed his fingers into my upper chest where my shoulders joined the larger muscle, reaching around my torso to highlight the area he wanted me to focus on.

"Feel that?" he coached, his voice just at my right ear. "Slow. Slow. Good." 

His finger tips touched me lightly, just pressing into my skin so that I could feel the muscles straining beneath. My eyes widened and I sighed when his hand brushed against my nipple through my shirt. 

"Sorry," he whispered so that only I could hear. "Slipped."

"He can use more weight that that," Daniel said from his seated position on padded weight bench off to my right. My eyes snapped to him and I found that they could indeed go even wider. What was he up to?

"Oh really? You been holding out on me, dude?" Ian asked with sarcastic admonition.

I felt my face heat. I tried in vain to focus on my form and counting slowly to eigh, attempting to ignore Ian's rippled muscles and musky scent just inches from my back.

"That was more than enough weight, thank you very much," I said as I bent over to drop the dumbbells to the floor. As I did, my ass pressed against Ian's hips, his bulge squeezed into my covered crack. 

I couldn't help myself; I let out a barely audible moan and pushed back a little more than was absolutely necessary. 

I turned to see Daniel's face twist in barely concealed jealousy. His poorly hidden emotional response to the slightest touch from Ian gave me an idea. 

"Why don't you two show us all how it's supposed to be done, if you're so sure I can do more?"

You would think I had just thrown down the gauntlet instead of offering to supervise a friendly competition between teammates. Ian and Daniel both looked to the rack of free weights is if it held their salvation. 

"Forty Fives? Preacher Curls?" Daniel asked, rising from the bench.

"You're on," Ian barked back, his voice dropping nearly an octave in an unnecessary attempt to further his already obvious masculinity before this test of strength.

"Paul, will you be the judge?" I asked, getting the tall teen's attention from where he blasted his abdominals on a hanging bar.

"Why don't you judge, dude?" He asked, dropping to the floor and wiping his forehead with one lean forearm.

"I'm gay. I don't think I can be impartial here." 

I winked at the two men who had each grabbed their own sets of matching dumbbells. Ian smiled and flexed his muscles, all of them, in a wave that went from his pecs to his pelvis. Daniel looked to the floor and blushed. I smirked at him.

He brought this on himself. He was making it almost too easy.

"You two, in the middle of the room. Everyone else along the wall," I commanded. 

Surprisingly, everyone obeyed without comment. In short order, Daniel and Ian stood facing each other in the middle of the room. The rest lined up against the far wall to either side of me, two on my right and three on my left.

"First one who drops the weight is the looser," Paul said. "On the count of three. One. Two..."

"Wait!" I called out. "Make it fair as fair can be, boys. Shirts off, gentlemen, and face us, please." 

Ian and Daniel stared at me. I smirked at Daniel again, and caught my breath as they both dropped their weights to comply. Even though Ian was chiseled like a God, I couldn't tear my eyes from Daniel's hairy chest, his dark nipples erect now and standing out like little mountains. His stomach tightened and relaxed, each of his abs clearly outlined. His treasure trail beckoned me to travel it's length and claim my prize.

"Alright. One. Two. Three!" Paul counted out.

Ian started at a blistering pace. I struggled not to gasp at the sheer speed and raw power he exhibited. He'd already gotten to 20 by the time Daniel had reached 10. While the rest of my teammates clapped and cheered them on, I just stared into Daniel and he stared right back at me. I watched Daniel's eyes follow my hands as I slid them up my thighs slowly, so as to not draw attention to myself.




Speech and Debate Pt. 10



Daniel hit 17 and Ian was on 30. The gap was narrowing.

I raised my fingers a bit and very gently placed my right hand over my bulge. Daniel's eyes widened. I squeezed my cock and opened my mouth ever so slightly.

Daniel 24. Ian 33.

The tip of my tongue darted out over my lower lips as I squeezed my cock for him again. My free hand came to my chest and I twisted my nipple beneath my sweat dampened tank top. 

Daniel 30. Ian 37.

I let my head fall back to the wall I leaned on and closed my eyes. I imagined Daniel kneeling before me and taking my soft cock into his mouth, his talented tongue working my flesh to rigidity. I knew he was thinking the same, I could sense it from across the room. I had to concentrate on NOT getting fully hard, though my cock was already swelling beneath my palm.

Daniel 37. Ian 41.

I traced the outline of my growing cock in my shorts. I gripped it through the fabric and jostled it, the head and rim clearly outlined, the length of my shaft thick and undeniable to anyone who happened to look. 

Daniel 41. Ian 43.

The noise and cheers of the other jocks came only in short bursts to my ears. I stared at Daniel. My eyes pleaded with him. I ached to touch him, to feel my skin on his, to feel his biceps flex beneath my loving touch as he competed against this mountain of muscle. I imagined my tongue tasting the sweat of his skin, the buzz of him filling my nostrils. My cock pulsed in my grip. Surrounded by so many, I was shocked that none of them had appeared to notice. Yet.

Daniel 46. Ian 46.

The bulge in Daniel's shorts was undeniable now. Had anyone but me been paying closer attention, they all would have surely seen it. For me, it was all I could see.

Come on, baby. You can do it. Finish him. For me.

Daniel 50. Ian 49.

Ian dropped the weight from his right hand and it clattered noisily to the floor. The room erupted in cheers before it finished bouncing. The boys to my right and left sprang from the wall and rushed towards Daniel and Ian, surrounding them and jumping up and down in a pile of limbs and muscles, sweat and sinew.

I stood stock still on the wall and smiled proudly at Daniel, whose soft brown eyes were still staring into my own, speaking volumes without words.

When the cheers eventually quieted and Ian and Daniel shook hands as sportsmanship demanded, the room quickly returned to normal. Everyone made their way back towards their various machines without discussion. I faced the wall and quickly adjusted my hard cock upwards so that it was pressed to my stomach by the wide elastic of the jock. Though the risk of being caught was at an all time high, I took the chance and swiped a small drop of precum from my slit and brought it to my tongue and swallowed. 

Thankfully, that gesture went unseen.

"Dude," Ian started the conversation after a moment, shrugging his massive shoulders into his t-shirt again and still breathing a little more heavily than normal, "Did you ever decide who you're taking to prom, Gordo?"

Gordon shrugged.

"I just picked Katy."

"Bring condoms," Tall Paul chided. "That chick is a walking petri dish, ya know. Human biological weapon. She took out the entire football team last year, remember?"

That illicited chuckles all around. 

"You never gave us a straight answer earlier, David," Paul continued. "Do you have a special friend or something that you wanna take? Boyfriend?"

All eyes were once again on me, awaiting my reply. I doubted that a well placed joke would have the same effect a second time. It took everything I had in me not to look at Daniel. I focused on the floor instead.

"No." 

I looked up to find Daniel's eyes had replaced my own in the careful study of the floor.

"No one? Really?" Ian asked. 

Daniel and I both stared at him in abject horror. 

Now? He was going to choose NOW to bring what he knew into the light? I felt my stomach doing backflips and had to suppress the urge to flee the room in tears.

When I met Ian's gaze, I found that his eyes weren't alight with maliciousness, as I half expected. He stared at me, his expression open.

"I wasn't planning on going at all, actually. Not unless you still want to take me? You may have lost the competition, but I still got a thing for big muscles and all" I said quietly, falling back on the tried and true method of evasion by witticism.

I felt a little bad for removing the attention to Ian yet again. He smiled at me a bit and seemed to resign himself to what was coming. He was a hulking wall of muscles, but I think he understood that I just wasn't ready to enter the door he had just tried to hold open for me. Not yet.

"You've been obsessed with me ever since the away game," I continued. "You guys should see the text messages I get." 

I winked at Ian, made a kissy face in his directions, and shrugged my shoulders as the rest of the team laughed. All except Daniel.

Daniel looked at me with an expression I couldn't have begun to define. It seemed he was sad and thankful, happy and disappointed all wrapped into one. I wasn't sure what he was disappointed in, me or himself. Either way, my heart broke a little and I had to focus on not running into his embrace to comfort and reassure him.

"You're still going with Amy, I assume?" Ian asked, turning his attention to Daniel, who nodded.

Ian snorted a small laugh. No one noticed, except for me and Daniel.

"You can come with us, if you want," Gordon offered, clasping a hand on my shoulder in good natured commaradarie.

"What?" 

Daniel's expression began to brighten. Ian's eyes took on a new light as well.

"Yeah," Daniel said. "You can come along with us, Nerd." 

I was happy to see that his regular smile had retaken its place on his full lips, but I was totally unsure what he was driving at.

"Totally. We got a huge limo and all that. You should come with," Ian added. His eyes darted towards Daniel and back to me as he spoke. My heart leapt. For a multitude of reasons.

"Really? You sure?"

The rest of the team all grunted and nodded their approval of the offer. I felt my eyes begin to water and had to take a deep breath to steady my nerves and stop myself from crying. The gesture alone was touching and something I had never expected. 

"Won't it be crowded with all of your dates?" I asked.

"Have you seen the girls we're taking?" Paul scoffed. "Most of them haven't eaten in days to prepare for this. They take up next to no room at this point," he finished with a grin.

He was starting to grow on me. I favored him with a genuine smile.

"Most of those girls don't give me the time of day. They're going to be pissed if I crash your party."

Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that I was grasping at straws. Part of me was trying to protect myself from the strange situation, trying to remain safe behind my established walls. I realized it for what it was: fear.

"Ignore them," Gordon said, coming to join the semi-circle of jocks that had begun to take shape in front of me, each of them looking at me with questioning eyes.

"I usually do," Daniel offered. His wink made me laugh. I could have kissed him right there in front of everyone. He knew exactly what to say to break through my self-imposed tensions.

"You're sure it won't be weird?" I said, my lingering doubts and last questions and excuses sounding ever more feeble even to my ears.

"Totally sure," Daniel declared with his normal confidence. "You shouldn't miss your Senior Prom, Nerd."

I stared at him for a moment. His eyes were full and open and they silently pleaded with me. 

"Please..." he mouthed.

I broke.

"Okay. I'll go."

Daniel's smile was more than enough reward for me shouldering the potential risks. Even if these plans fell through, the pure joy I saw on his face when I said I would go will stay with me forever. I wasn't even going WITH him. I would just be there, in the same car, the same ball room. But that was enough for his face to light up like the sun. 

"I'll pick you up the night of," Daniel stated matter-of-factly. "I'll drive us to the meeting location and we'll take the limo from there. Cool?"

"Cool," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. 

I tried to memorize everything about his face at that moment, every line and angle, every wrinkle and twinkle in his gorgeous brown eyes. I puzzled over how the rest of the team could be so oblivious to what had just happened between us, how they couldn't see the true nature of the interaction writ clear as day on our faces.

That was, until I saw Ian's face in a pleased and gratified smile. He nodded his head almost imperceptibly at me.

So maybe ONE teammate understood.

With that small gesture of true happiness at my own possible happiness, I felt my fears of exposure at Ian's hands lessen. A little bit. They were still there, but they no longer weighed me down. He wasn't going to reveal me and Daniel to anyone else for the time being. He simply rooted silently for us from the shadows. I would have to remember to thank him for that one day.

It seemed that my acceptance of their kind offer was a signal that the workout session was at an end. With the usual grunts and jock-ish verbalizations I was coming to realize were the norm for this group of guys, they each gathered their respective gym bags and discarded bits of clothing.

"It's getting late," Ian said to no one in particular, even though his gaze stayed locked on me. "Shower at home so David doesn't have to stay late and wait for us to finish."

I had almost forgotten that I had a set of keys to lock the door on the way out. But in my defense, my mind was otherwise occupied. 

Daniel and I both took our time collecting our things. In short order, I had closed and locked the Weight Room door behind me and walked between Daniel and Ian down the long hallway towards the locker room and showers. The rest of the team had already disappeared ahead of us, evaporating into the darkness.

"I'm headed home, too," Ian said.

"Alrighty," Daniel offered as Ian quickened his pace towards the exit. I felt my heart beating faster in my chest as I watched his massive back retreat down the hallway.

"Hey! Ian!" I called out to him, grabbing his attention so he turned back towards us.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you. Really," I said. 

I felt my face color when the words left my lips. I could have been thanking him for the offer to join them at the Prom. In a way, I was. But all three of us in that hallway knew that there was so much more to thank him for. 

Ian smiled at us, his gym bag slung over his shoulder.

"Anytime, dude." He turned and continued walking towards the exit. "You two have fun tonight! Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

He pushed open the door with a dramatic flair and disappeared into the darkening landscape outside. Daniel and I stared at each other with our mouths hanging nearly to our chests.

"Well, I guess that means he's not gonna tell," Daniel said when the initial shock wore off.

I didn't know how to respond. So I didn't. I reached for Daniel's hand and laced my fingers through his. He squeezed my grip and I felt his thumb running circles on the back of my hand. I held on to him and walked down the hallway, leading him behind me. 

"What are you...?" He asked from behind me. "David?"

I pulled us into the Varsity Locker Room and dropped my bag to the floor. I refused to let his hand fall from my fingers, but I didn't stop walking. I heard Daniel's bag drop too, following my lead, as I pulled him to the right and into the vacant shower room. I turned to press my back into the tiled wall and pulled Daniel's body around to crash into me, finally releasing his hand. 

I felt his arms encircle my lower back, felt the fabric of his shorts slide against mine. I brought one hand to his face and traced his firm jaw.

"What is it, babe? What's wrong?" He asked, his voice growing a little concerned around the edges. I didn't know how to tell him that nothing was wrong. In fact, nothing could have possibly been more right.

I let my hand trace over the lines of his face, marveled at the soft trimmed black stubble on his chin and upper lip. I couldn't have answered him if I'd wanted to.

With my free hand, I felt along the wall for the silver knob I knew I would find there and turned it hard to the right. Tepid water rained down on us, soaking my t-shirt immediately, matting my blonde hair to my face. Still, I couldn't speak. I pulled Daniel's face to my own and pressed my lips to his. I heard his breath catch in his throat, tasted his tongue as he probed my mouth gently. My eyes closed and I felt myself melting into him, becoming one body, one soul again. As we were supposed to be.

I didn't care that my clothes were soaked, and from the passion Daniel displayed with his kisses, neither did he. The water began to warm slowly as my hands found the hem of his drenched shirt. I broke our kiss for the time it took me to lift it over his head and for him to do the same with mine before our mouths crashed back together. The water pinged off the tile floor and Daniel buried his face into the side of my neck, sucking and licking at my earlobe. He bit down hard and I moaned, my head falling back, my fingers grabbing onto the muscles of his broad back.

I don't know how we removed our shoes and socks. Somehow, they ended up in a discarded pile with the shapeless lumps of our shirts. 

The water streamed down Daniel's face, making small rivers on his skin, beading on his facial hair. I couldn't stop staring at him. I had seen him wet like this many times before, but he was still so utterly beautiful it was nearly painful for me. My fingers were unable to stop their explorations of his face. I pressed them to his slightly swollen lips and he kissed them gently and nuzzled his face close to my own. 

I almost felt sadness at that moment. I knew that it would be nearly impossible for me to ever again be as truly happy as I was in that moment. In that space that needed no speech, that was ruled by his heart beat and mine, his chest pressed against me. I was glad for the spray of the shower. It masked the tears of joy that I could no longer hold at bay.

Daniel raised his face and kissed me gently, tenderly, until I wanted to burst with it.

"Are you sure you are okay, baby?" He asked as he traced one finger across my forehead, pushing my saturated hair from my eyes. The word "baby" came so easily to him now, so effortlessly.

I nodded and kissed him in return. I had to show him. 

My hands were around his waist already, so I hooked my thumbs under the elastic of his shorts and knelt before him as I pushed them to the floor. His uncut cock bobbed before my eyes for a moment. I could have engulfed him right there. Trust me, I wanted to. But I had bigger plans. I straightened only long enough to push my own sodden shorts and jock to the floor, flinging them somewhere off to my left. 

All it took was gentle pressure on his shoulders for Daniel's knees to bend. I pushed him gently towards the wet tile floor and followed him down. He never took his eyes from me as I did. I hovered over him until he was flat on his back, arranging his legs straight out beneath him. My knees ached with pain, the tiny black and white tiles and grout lines pressing into them as I carefully arranged myself and straddled his hips. I didn't even notice. My hard cock arched up in front of me, visibly throbbing with pent up passions. If he'd touched me at that moment, I might had cum on the spot and ruined all my plans.

"David, what..." 

I pressed my fingers to his lips and shook my head. No talking. Not tonight. 

Reaching behind me, I gripped Daniel's smooth, wet shaft in my palm and jerked his loose skin upwards. His hands came to my hips and held me gently, not pushing, not prodding, just resting on my pale skin. His eyes closed and he moaned as I jerked him slowly, my back arching of it own accord, readying my body for what was to come.

I kept my firm grip on his shaft and leaned my torso forward, resting on my forearms on the wet tile floor to hover above him. The now hot water splashed against my back and neck, easing any lingering tension from the workout that seemed ages in the past. Daniel's deep brown eyes stared at me, a look of wonder on his face as I sheltered him from the falling water with my body.

"God, you are...," he whispered as his hand slid up my spine slowly, making me shiver, "you are just so damned beautiful."

I couldn't help but smile as I closed the small distance between us and felt our lips touch. With the hand that still held his cock like a holy relic, I guided him towards my exposed hole, my back arched and waiting to welcome him in. I pushed down and exposed his cock head, rolling his foreskin back and pressed him to my pink opening. 

The heat of him was spectacular. He groaned into our kiss and his grip tightened on my back, one hand coming to rest again on my hips. I pressed firmly and felt my ass relax instantaneously against the pressure. The tip of him entered me. My breathe stopped short and I gasped. I felt the head of his beautiful prick disappear inside me; my ass gripped him and convulsed in uncontrollable waves.

Slowly, I pressed my hips back. Inch by glorious inch I slid down his cock, feeling him fill me as he had never filled me before. My mind was bouncing like a pinball, ricocheting from one intense pleasure to another, all focused on Daniel's thick cock as it sank deeper into me. When I felt his head siding pass that special spot inside my hole, my dick pulsed out a stream of precum that made a slick trail on the soft hairs of Daniel's abs. 

I was nearly there, nearly to that place where Daniel and I ceased to be two people. With a final push, I squared my hips onto his and felt his trimmed pubes settle onto the warm damp skin of my ass.

Though I wanted to kiss him forever, wanted our tongues to dance like that until time ceased, his cock twitching inside me made my spine go straight. My fingers gripped his hairy pecs and I watched the red lines form as I raked my fingernails against his olive skin. 

It was as if something came alive within me when I saw his blissful face, felt him encased in me and gripped tightly inside. I could sense a light behind my own eyes, saw it reflected in Daniel's awestruck features. I may lack the coordination for athletic achievements on a normal day, but right then, I felt every joint and muscle loosen and begin to work in perfect harmony as I writhed on top of Daniel.

I squeezed him inside me, aghast at the control I suddenly had over my own hole. Normally, it had a mind of its own, but Daniel had just unlocked some long dormant talent. I never removed him from inside me, never lifted my hips from his. I rocked on him, back and forth, feeling him move inside me. 

I panted at the effort. Every time my hips rocked forward I felt his shaft push hard against my prostate. My cock pointed straight up towards my chest, so hard it throbbed on the precipice between pleasure and actual pain. I leaked a seemingly continuous stream of precum that traveled down my shaft and balls to Daniel's stomach, only to be washed away my the steaming hot water that still flooded over us.

I picked up my pace and watched Daniel's eyes widen. My breath came is short gasps now, my fingers still clamped on his chest for support. If I wasn't careful, I was going to break the skin and draw blood.

"David,..." he moaned. 

His hand fell from my hips and he lay on the floor, unable to muster the strength needed to return my thrusts with his own. Good. I didn't need him to. I had found my rhythm. I felt his cock grow inside me, felt it lengthen and thicken just slightly, warning me that he was nearly there. I almost had my prize. I rocked harder and harder, wiggled my ass against his balls and felt them pull up tight against my ass.




Speech and Debate Pt. 10



"Baby,...Oh, god...please,..." he whimpered beneath me, his face slackening and his eyes fluttering closed. 

I pressed his cock against my prostate and squeezed him inside me, my chute rippling around his girth. His eyes sprang open and his mouth dropped open on his chest.

I felt his cock head fatten, felt every cell of it press into my insides when the first volley erupted from him. The heat of it shot through me, putting to shame the water that had now filled the shower room with steam. I rocked backwards when the second blast of his seed coated my guts, my head falling back.

The scream that came from Daniel seemed to be ripped from somewhere so far inside him I swear his ancestors felt it. My dick pulsed once and then spewed a thick jet of cum that arched into the air between us, mixing with the spray. I couldn't separate the feelings as more and more of me burst into the air, draining me until I felt I might dry up on the spot.

I'm not sure if it was the workout, the sexual release, or some combination of the two that did it in the end, but I lost all strength in my body and collapsed onto Daniel's chest, even as his prick continued pulsing his thick white cum deeper and deeper inside me. I could feel some of it as it trickled from my hole and dripped from his balls to the floor. His heart beat and my own pounded in time in my skull, blocking out the sounds of the water that fell on my back and shoulders, suddenly stingingly hot. We both struggled to gulp in air as if we'd run a marathon in world record speed.

Twenty minutes later, after some semblance of strength had returned to our muscles, Daniel followed behind me as I wobbled towards the supply closet to grab us some towels. We left wet foot prints on the floor as we walked and I quickly did the calculations to reassure myself that they would dry to nothingness before anyone entered the gym again in the morning. We left our wet clothes in small heaps on the shower floor and made the trip naked as the day we were born.

I could feel Daniel's eyes on me as we walked, caressing the skin of my back and ass. I wondered if my ass was pink and red from the workout I'd just put it through, or if any of Daniel's thick cum had escaped. Suddenly, my forward motion was halted as Daniel wrapped both of his big arms around me and crushed my back into his chest. I felt his lips and the scratchy wonderfulness of his stubble as he kissed the base of my neck. 

I eased myself into his embrace and leaded my head back against his shoulder, closing my eyes. I breathed in that wonderful scent of his, clean and deep and manly.

"Thanks," he whispered and kissed my ear. I could feel his soft cock pressing into my ass and my hips pushed back into his mound on their own. 

"Thank you. For everything: Prom, Boston...everything," I mumbled in reply. 

My whole body was more relaxed that I ever remember it being. I have always carried a little tension in me, a readiness in my muscles, always on the look out. I guess it's a side effect of being in the social "prey" level of the hierarchy, free game for torture and humiliation. But it was gone now, as Daniel gently swayed gently back and forth with his arms around my chest, my arms resting on top of his. I swayed with him, dancing there in the abandoned gym hallway to music that no one else could hear.

He kissed the side of my neck again. And again.

"Come on," I sighed, unsure if I really meant what I was about to say, "Let's get dried off and dressed."

"Do we have to?" he asked, kissing my shoulder.

I nodded and bit my lower lip, thankful he couldn't see the struggle playing out on my face. I seriously debated the possibility of staying in the gym overnight with him, but thought better of it in the end.

"I gotta get home or Mama won't let me go to the Prom at all. Be just my luck. Get invited to Prom against all odd, then get my sorry ass grounded and can't go."

Daniel's arms unwound just a little and his palms pressed to my ribs. He moved them slowly over my abs and down my plate until he could grab my sore cock and spent balls in his cupped hand. He squeezed gently and pressed his own cock deeper into the valley between my cheeks; my breath stopped short and I went onto my toes in a flash.

"Alright. If you insist," he growled, his lips just a millimeter from my ear. 

Suddenly, I was standing like a lone palm tree against hurricane force winds. The wall of Daniel's body was all around me one moment and then gone the next. I wasn't sure what had happened for a half second and I wobbled and stumbled drunkenly catching myself against the white painted cinderblock wall. 

Then I noticed the shape of Daniel's perfectly tanned bubble butt moving ahead of me, jiggling slightly, beaded with drops of water like rain on a windsheild. His ass and legs tensed so that the shadows and valleys of each individual ligament made themselves known, hinting at his prowess without shouting it.

"Pick up the pace, Nerd," he called, his voice echoing down the empty hallway as he got farther and farther away, "let's get you dressed and back home to Mama!" 

It only took us 30 minutes of trying to actually accomplish the re-dressing. 

It's more than a little difficult when every time you catch a glimpse of the boy across from you, you are overcome with the desire to push him to the floor and have your way with him. Again. We had to pull our selves back from intense make out sessions that were well on their way to becoming round two of the "David and Daniel sex adventures" for the night. Three times we neared that brink and three times we halted before the point of no return! We deserve a medal for that achievement alone.

Eventually, we made it to the Senior parking lot. The street lamps had come on, clouds of little flying insects darting through the stream of faded yellow and back into the twilight shadows like fish in the river. Daniel's Jeep and my Camry were the only two cars there. I liked when that happened. It was almost like being public. Something of his and something of mine, together so that you can't possibly miss them if you are looking. Out in the open, there for everyone to see. 

And yet, no one did. 

"So I'll be at your house around 6:00, okay?" Daniel said. The prom was two days away, but he was already planning out the events of the night.

"Sure," I said, opening my driver's side door and hopping in. Daniel stood in the opening, his torso blocking the light from above.

"Then we'll go to my house and finish getting ready till the Limo picks us up at 7:30. Amy is the last stop and then we hit the dance around...what?" He stopped his itinerary break down and looked at me with eyebrows raised.

I hadn't realized it, but when he mentioned Amy, my face must have fallen or twisted or contorted, giving away the growing mix of hatred, jealousy, and abject terror I felt towards Daniel's "girlfriend."

"Sorry," I said, trying to smooth out my features. "I guess I'm just nervous to be in the same space as Amy. Tiny, confined space. Next to all that...meanness"

Daniel waved his hand in dismissal.

"Please. Don't even think about it. Trust me, nothing is going to happen between you two. I won't let it."

"How can you possibly control that? I mean, she's AMY!"

"She's just a human being, David. She's not some kind of goddess. God knows!"

I sighed again and did my best to conceal my nerves.

"I guess," I whispered, looking down at my lap.

"Hey," Daniel's finger lifted my chin so I stared into his soft brown eyes. "Nothing is going to happen, okay? I promise." He leaned in my car and kissed me gently.

My head spun too quickly for me to respond.

"Text me when you get home safely, okay?" Daniel said, shifting his weight. "And wear your seatbelt."

He closed my car door and I soon heard his own close behind him. His engine rumbling to life beside me reminded me that I needed to breathe and that I had a task to accomplish. I started my car and drove home on complete auto pilot mode.

I texted Daniel while I lay in bed.

DAVID: Made it home safe. Headed to bed. See you at school tomorrow.

He replied immediately.

DANIEL: Sweet dreams, babe. Miss you already. Xoxo -D

To say that my mother was shocked when I told her I needed to go rent a tux for the prom would be the understatement of the century. She did her best to control her giddy glee at the prospect, but she bounced around the rental shop like a deranged humming bird, extolling the virtues of a vest over the cummerbund, the real bow tie over the clip on. I was in no mental state to try and bring her head out of the clouds, so I let her have her moment. I played the silent mannequin as she dressed me like a baby doll, barely able to hold back her tears. It was kind of cute, actually.

In the end we chose,(and by we, I mean my Mama STRONGLY suggested that I choose) a classic slim-cut black tuxedo with a white shirt, no frills and a royal blue silk vest and bow-tie to match. The rental shoes gleamed in the light and the faux-sapphire cufflinks and studs sparkled at my wrists and down my chest. 

I had to to admit, it was a good look for me. I actually found myself feeling somewhat attractive for the first time, without the aid of Daniel. With him, I always felt special and wanted. But by myself in my room, that was rarely the case. The blue color worked well with my complexion and made my already blue eyes deepen to nearly match the dark cerulean of the vest. It was a striking combination with my blonde hair falling just to my eyes.

If I'd thought that the process of getting the tux had been a hassle, the night of the Prom itself proved too much for my mother. She must have taken 200 pictures just following me down the stairs and into the living room. I felt like some kind of celebrity with a single, very enthusiastic, very supportive, but certifiably insane paparazzo. 

I was made to stand by the fire place, by the ficus tree, next to the front door, on the porch, against a tree in the front yard, by my car, in front of the garage door, at the kitchen table, backwards across a chair, and any other number of poses my mother could think of in the moment as she clicked and turned to get different angles.

My little sister watched the entire thing with a smile of absolute evil marching across her face. I took solace in the seeing that at least she had suffered a recent battle with teenaged acne and come away with multiple large zits in unfortunately prominent places. It was a small victory, as she watched me twist in my mothers' clutches, but it was a victory I clung to amidst my ongoing photographic humiliations.

"He's not even taking anyone, mom," she mumbled in her typical lethargic apathy. "Why are you taking so many pictures?"

"You shut your mouth, young lady," mamma snapped. "Your brother's going to Prom, god damn it, so show a little sibling affection, get your head out of your ass, and shut up if you can't say something nice."

It was my turn to smile as I watched my sister's shoulders hunch down and her eyes start to vigorously study the carpet. It was always worse to be called out by your Mama IN FRONT of your siblings than it was to be called out when no one else could hear. Witnesses to your powerlessness. Highly satisfying when it wasn't happening to me.

I was just reveling in her distress when I heard a car door close outside. Mama reacted first, her nerves already on high alert.

"Your friend is here, honey!" She almost sang as she peered out the front window, holding back the dainty lace curtain. "Oh my, doesn't he look GORGEOUS."

"Mom!" I whined.

"What? A woman can look," She admonished. To my absolute devastating horror she added under her breath, "Let me tell you, if I was 20 years younger...dear Jesus help me."

"MOTHER!" 

She laughed at me and told me to hush up at the same time she opened the door for Daniel. 

"Hello, hun! Come in, Come in!"

I was all of a sudden a very large ball of barely concealed nerves. Daniel was meeting my mother. Well, he had already met her on the first day he'd made me run to school. But he was meeting my mother now, after all of the developments. It felt like a "meet the parents" kind of meeting now. 

My mama was correct. Daniel did look absolutely gorgeous.

His tux was black as well, and looked tailored specifically to fit him exactly. His lapels were thinner than mine, and a shade lighter than the rest of his suit. His tuxedo shirt was solid black as well and he wore a crisp red bow tie and blindingly red satin patterned vest. The black and red extremes cut a very dashing line. His dark hair and dark olive skin made him seem almost dangerous.

My mouth was watering just looking at him. I tried not to stare at him too much as my mom fidgeted with him and with me in equal measure. To this day, I think she just wanted to touch him. More than once I heard her make some aside comment about, "So big and strong." "Broad shoulders." Etc etc. 

My mother was hitting on my almost-maybe-more-than-boyfriend. 

I wanted to die.

"Alright, let me just get a few of the two of you together and I'll let you guys be on your way."

Mama scooted Daniel and I to stand in front of the fireplace. I had to restrain myself from wrapping my arms around his waist and striking the traditional Prom pose. I must not have restrained well enough because my sister decided to open her vitriolic pie hole once more.

"Oh, yes. One of the happy couple in front of the fire place!" She quipped snidely.

If looks could kill...well, she would have been dead a million times over by that point. I made a mental note to destroy her at the first available opportunity. 

You'd have thought I was an immigrant leaving on a steamer ship for the New World circa 1900, the way my mom stood on the porch and waved as we drove off in Daniel's red Jeep. I saw her wiping her eyes on her sleeve through Daniel's side view mirrors.

"She's great, babe," Daniel said as he moved his right arm to rest palm up and waiting on my thigh. I wound my fingers into his and squeezed.

"Thanks," I said distracted. "Sorry about my sister. She can be a bitch sometimes."

"It's cool. You've met Adam. I understand."

We drove the rest of the way to his house in content silence, holding hands while we still could. Our thumbs never stopped moving over the skin of the other person's hand the entire ride.

Daniel's house was just as large as I'd remembered, his mother just as warm and welcoming. She only asked to snap a few dozen pictures before Daniel and I were released. She'd already done this whole thing with Adam, so the novelty was less intense for her with her younger son.

I followed Daniel to his room and finally released a big breath when I closed his bedroom door behind me. I hadn't realized how tense I had been since I'd started getting ready early in the afternoon. I half expected Daniel to push me against a wall and kiss me. I wanted him to. It may have taken two hours to get ready but if he wanted to I'd shoot it all to hell and start over again. 

But he didn't. 

He walked to the far corner of his room and left me leaning against his door. I watched him bend down and rifle through something on the floor. When he stood and turned to face me, music started to play behind him.

He extended his arm to me and beckoned me to come to him with one crook of his long fingers.

"Dance with me?" he asked, his smile broadening.

It felt like someone else was walking towards him. I couldn't stop looking at his face, his beautiful brown eyes and the smile that I knew was only for me. It was slow song, one I wasn't familiar with, but it could have been Death Metal for all the difference it would have made. 

I took Daniel's raised left hand in my right and placed my left hand on his shoulder. He slipped his left arm around the small of my back and pulled me gently to him. I felt his stomach pressing into mine, the warmth of his hips as he swayed us back and forth, taking the lead.

For the second time this week, we were dancing on our own. I leaned my forehead down and pressed it to his and closed my eyes. Nothing the prom could offer could possibly come close to this. Not a snowball's chance in hell, as the saying goes. 

We didn't talk for that first song. Maybe not even for the second. My arms had moved to encircle Daniel's waist and he clung to my neck when I heard him speak.

"I just wanted to dance with you in our fancy suits and stuff. Just once... on Prom night."

I opened a small space between us so I could lean down and kiss him long and slow. I held that kiss and pressed into him as hard as I could until the need to draw breath made my lungs burn. 

"Thank you," I breathed.

He was quiet for a long time. 

"You know I would take you...to prom...tonight? I'd take you if you asked me to."

I stared at him. For someone who has always been of above average intelligence, it is not often that I find myself unable to speak. But I just...stared at him.

He was serious, his face made that plain as day. Somewhere in those deep pools, somewhere behind my own reflection that floated on their surface, a part of Daniel wanted me to ask him. He may not have been fully there, not entirely free of doubt, but there was some growing ember that was ready for it.

I just wasn't sure I was. I had dreamed of walking arm in arm into Prom with Daniel. Of course I had. But I also dreamed of spending the summer before college together. Then of college itself. And beyond. But none of those dreams involved other people. When I dreamed about Daniel, it was as if I dreamed of us as the last two people on the planet: no one else mattered and no one else existed. I didn't even miss their presence or remember that other people once may have roamed the restaurants and vacation havens Daniel and I visited together, night after night. 

It was not that I wasn't ready for the world to know about me and Daniel. I just didn't NEED them to know. It simply didn't matter. It accomplished none of my own goals to broadcast it when the only opinion I truly cared about was Daniel's.

"I know you would," I whispered back, unsure it was really me talking. "I don't need that. This is our Prom. And I don't have to share it, or you, with any one else. It will just be us in this memory. For as long as I live. That's how I like it."

He kissed me softly and nodded.

The door made only the slightest scraping noise as Adam pushed it open and barged into the room without knocking.

Daniel and I sprung apart as quickly as possible and began straightening our clothes and doing an all around horrible job of covering up the fact that we had just been caught.

"Settle down, Love Birds," Adam chuckled and raised his palms in a non threatening gesture.

"Shut up, ass wipe," Daniel spat back instantly.

"Cool it, little dipshit. I just came up to tell you the Limo is here," Adam declared and started to leave. Suddenly he stopped and turned to Daniel.

"But while I'm here, what the fuck are you doing?" He asked his little brother to a stunned and reaction from the both of us. 

"Why on God's green earth would you take that Amy NIGHTMARE when it is so plainly obvious that you would rather take David? Huh? Why even go at all? I've met her, little bro, and let me tell you, that chick is grade-A-type-1-bat-shit-crazy-pants. Not to mention a stone cold bitch. So what's the big deal? You bring a dude to prom. Who gives a flying fuck? And if they do, fuck 'em."

Adam's face was red with the passion of his tirade. I didn't seem to exist for the two brothers. Adam locked his eyes right on Daniel, reading him the riot act but essentially being the most supportive and astute sibling a guy could hope for at the same time. Daniel's eyes were wide and his lips parted but otherwise he stood as still as stone.




Speech and Debate Pt. 10



I didn't often have the opportunity to rescue him, so I took it.

"I don't want him to," I shot to Adam. "I want him to go with her. It...it doesn't matter to me if anyone knows...about...us. I mean, I appreciate your support. But don't blame Daniel. He offered. I want to keep him to myself, as much as I can. If that makes sense."

I stammered through the speech, unsure how to put into words what I needed to convey. With Daniel, it was simpler; I didn't need to use logic or make total sense and he would just...get it. He was Daniel. I'd never tried to verbalize this to someone else. It only served to prove the entire point of what I couldn't express: Daniel and I were something unto ourselves; other people complicated things and screwed with the laws that ruled our relationship.

Adam stared at me for a long moment. From the corner of my eye, I saw Daniel visibly relax.

"Understood," Adam finally said with a nod. "The Limo's here. Hurry it up you two, don't wanna be late."

He turned and left without closing the door behind him. 

Daniel's eyes were still wide when he finally turned to me.

"You ready?" He asked.

"Are you?" 

He nodded and gestured for me to leave before him. I started to walk out but turned before I left. 

"Daniel, can we..." I started. His lips stopped my words and sent my mind into space. When I floated back into my body Daniel was smiling at me.

"I got something for you. I almost forgot," he said. The world was still fuzzy but I think I tried to nod in confirmation that at least I'd heard him speak.

I felt his fingers at my lapel. When I looked I saw that he had pinned a white and red rose boutineer to my lapel. I have no idea where he had gotten it from, but it matched the one that stood out on his own broad chest. Almost perfectly. The one on Daniel's breast was surrounded by small blue blossoms. Mine was surrounded by small red blossoms.

"I get the blue one, because you are wearing blue," he explained. "You get the red to match me wearing red. This way, even though we aren't there together, you get a little bit of me, and I get a little bit of you."

He finished attaching the flower to my coat and straightened it on my shoulders, dusting me off, though I didn't need it. His thumb came to my face and wiped across my cheek. I felt wetness. I hadn't realized I cried.

"I thought you would like that." He kissed me softly. "Okay then. Here we go."

I walked down the stairs like a zombie. At least I assume I did. He could have very well carried me over his shoulder like a caveman, I really don't remember. My brain was elsewhere and my muscles worked on autopilot and the grace of god alone. 

The limo was an...experience.

I climbed in still in my half zombie state and Daniel slid in next to me. Tall Paul, Gordon, and Ian sat on the far seat closest to the back and their dates, Amanda, Katy, and Adrienne took up one row along a side wall. Daniel and I sat across from them. 

"DAVID!" Tall Paul roared and raised his fists in the air. "Dude, you clean up nice!"

His words slurred. Seemed our Paul was already two sheets to wind. He would have to pace himself or we'd get ourselves thrown out.

Ian and Gordon echoed their own compliments as well; but it was the girls reactions that surprised me the most. They actually turned to me as one, all three heads clearly sizing me up, scanning from the tip of my head to the bottom of my rental shoes. And then in one creepy move straight out of the Stepford Wives, they smiled identical smiles and cocked their head to the left just slightly.

"You do look good," Katy said from the middle.

"Thanks," I replied, unsure if I should be worried that they were going to kidnap me for some nefarious popular girl plot. I felt very "Carrie" all of a sudden.

The drive to pick up Amy, the last of us to join the group, passed with amiable chit chat and whoops of boyish testosterone from the back row.

I waited in the car with the rest of the people as Daniel went inside to retrieve his date. I was suddenly very aware of just how out of place I was without Daniel there. I hadn't realized how much he had become like my armor and shield in the strange land he inhabited. I may know the sights and have a few blossoming friendships, but I was still a visitor in their prestigious world.

Daniel retook his seat next to me on the smallest bench and Amy climbed in after him, a floor length red spaghetti strap couture gown clinging to her tiny frame. Say what you will about the woman, you couldn't deny that she was quite beautiful. Or that her dress most likely cost as much as my car.

The girls parted to make room for their leader without the need for words. Amy didn't even look back before she sat. She fully expected that whoever was in the way of her descending backside would be gone before she had to come into contact with them. And she was correct. 

The Stepford girls creepy smiles were nothing to the ice cold death glare that Amy gave me. There wasn't even a hint of a smile on her features. She stared at me for a heartbeat and then...I ceased to exist for her. She turned to the girls and started talking about this and that as if I had suddenly gone invisible and she didn't even care to wonder how or why. 

Daniel sighed, squeezed my thigh for a second and called to the driver that we were ready to go.

The amount of money allotted for the Varsity Baseball team seemed almost paltry when compared to the vast wealth the PTA moms could raise for Senior Prom. The theme for the dance was "Old Hollywood," and they had gone all out, no expenses spared, no punches pulled. There were small countries who could have run full tilt for a year on what this one night must have cost those women.

Red velvet hung in heavy swaths from all the windows that lined the long walls of the massive ballroom. Crystal and gold chandeliers dripped elegance from the painted and plastered ceiling while brass and gold filigree sparkled on the wallpapered walls. Gold table cloths covered a sea of round tables, each seating ten people at fully laid place settings with white and gold china and more forks than any one person could ever logically need in the course of a given meal. Lilies and lilacs and white roses spilled from vases on all the tables and tall marble plinths spaced regularly around the room. Someone had taken the time, or paid someone else to take the time more likely, to paint the tips of every single flower with gold paint. They had, quite literally, gilded the lilies.

An honest-to-god red carpet, complete with red velvet dividing ropes on brass poles to hold back the paparazzi, lined the path to the photography area where no fewer than six cameras flashed like fireflies, foreshadowing the approaching languid southern summer nights. Projectors mounted to the ceilings showed 1930's and 40's hollywood era Silent Movies against the wall paper all over the wall. Katherine Hepburn, Bette Davis, Veronica Lake, Cary Grant and many more stars from a bygone era stared down at my classmates and I in our finery. I wondered how many of my peers could name any of them, much less the title of a film they had starred in. My hopes were not high for those odds. 

When we entered the room, as I tried to acclimate myself to the glitz and glamour of the space itself, our group was ushered into the line to take the obligatory prom photo. My nerves began to show and I had to wipe a sheen of sweat from my brow. My companions were arm in arm with their dates, waiting patiently and adjusting their ties and vests in preparation. While I watched Amy hook her arm around Daniel's elbow, I was suddenly very much alone.

I would be taking this photo solo. It shouldn't have bothered me as much as it did. I was used to being alone after all. I had spent the vast majority of my life to that point as a self prescribed loner. But this was somehow different.

Each of my teammates took their photos, smiling broadly and gripping their waifish dates around the waist as the lights flashed brightly around them. 

"Don't you have a date, guy?" The primary photographer asked as I took my place in front of the photo backdrop of Grauman's Chinese Theater, complete with brass stars in the sidewalk.

"No. I'm here alone," I muttered, suddenly embarrassed by the fact. The photographer shrugged, told me where to look and snapped the photo before I even had time to obey. I was still in a flash-blinded daze when he called out: "NEXT!"

"We wanna get one of the team," I heard Daniel say from the far side of the photo area. I saw him disentangling Amy's claws from his arm as he prodded the other three boys to join him in front of backdrop again.

"Alright.," the photographer said with obvious annoyance. Fuck him. This night wasn't about him anyways. He was leaving with a check in his pocket. 

"Ian, Gordon, get your asses over here," Daniel barked like a drill sergeant. Those he called obeyed on the double. Paul was already at Daniel's side.

"Get in here David," Paul quipped and motioned me to take a spot in the line up with a jerk of his head.

"You guys go ahead," I tried to dissuade him.

"Get your ass in here, dude," Ian shot back. "Get in the middle."

Ian and Paul made a little space for me to get between them with Daniel and Gordon on my right. I couldn't help but think of the old Sesame Street song: "One of these things is not like the other. One of these things just doesn't belong."

I draped my right arm over Daniel's shoulder and did the same to Paul on my left. I felt Paul's arm on top of my own. 

Then I felt Daniel's hand on the small of my back. He pressed firmly and then ever so slowly slid his hand over the curve of my ass, coming to settle on my left ass check with deliberate and constant pressure. My eyes must have widened and I am quite sure I lost any powers of concentration I may have otherwise possessed. I didn't even hear the photographer count down. 

A blinding flash of white and we were ushered off the stage yet again.

The dance itself began in earnest. I found place at a large round table and took a seat to survey the spectacle. It wasn't long before Gordon and Paul were obviously tipsy. The chaperones must have been willfully ignoring their intoxication because it was not hard to spot them with their bright silver flasks. They were not even attempting to be subtle. 

"Come and dance, little dude!" Paul slurred to me on one of his semi-drunken twirls around the floor. "At least take a swig."

He held out his flask to me in shaky fingers, eyes drooping and begin to glaze.

"Trust me, Pauly," I began," You are going to need that alcohol more than me. It's a disinfectant after all. And you are here with Katy."

That seemed to confuse him a bit, my witticism flying over his drunken head. He shrugged, took another long swig from the flask, and wandered back into the pulsing crowd of dancers.

"Mind if I take a seat?" came a deep voice at my shoulder.

I looked up and stared directly into the smiling face of Coach B. He looked extremely handsome in his classic black tuxedo. No few of the single female teachers would be vying for his attention this evening, to be sure.

"Of course."

Coach settled himself into a seat next to mine and we watched the dancers for a moment. I saw Daniel and Amy twirl by at one point.

"He's certainly something, isn't he?" Coach B asked quietly.

"Mmhmm," I replied, not even realizing that he could have meant any one of the boys arrayed in front of me. I had eyes only for Daniel.

"You've been good for him." 

That got my attention. 

I turned to look at him and did my best to hide the disbelief that must have painted my features. I felt the blood drain from my skin and I tried to come up with something, anything, to say that might change the subject. Coach B rescued me before I could speak.

"Don't look so stunned, David. It's not like you can exactly hide it all that well. And not every old man like me is some bigoted ass hole. I had my share of wild times at your age, believe you me."

"You did?" I couldn't think of anything else to say. I know it was a vapid response, but I just felt the need to keep him talking.

"Of course. Nothing like what you and Daniel have, not from the little I've seen anyways."

"What exactly gave us away?" I asked, genuinely curious. He had made it clear that denial was out of the question at this point. Coach B knew and Coach B didn't care. A few weeks ago I would have been trembling in a pool of my own urine at the thought of the mere possibility of this interaction, but I was strangely calm now that it was happening.

"I saw you two in the shower that first morning. And I forgot my bag one evening and accidentally caught the tail end of something in Daniel's jeep. I had to run like the god damned wind to get back to my office when Daniel saw me. I didn't want to freak him out too bad, so I just waited till the coast was clear."

"That was YOU!?" I squeaked. Several people turned towards me, so I lowered my voice. "Daniel's been going crazy for days trying to figure out who it was. He thought he was losing his marbles and he imagined the whole thing."

"I didn't mean to scare you guys, just didn't want to interrupt is all."

My face flushed and I looked down.

"Hey. None of that, okay? It's very obvious that you two care for each other. Don't be ashamed of that."

"I'm not." 

I looked up and found Daniel looking towards me. He noticed Coach B seated next to me and his face grew concerned. I smiled at him warmly, more warmly than was probably necessary. Amy's face glowered at me from over Daniel's shoulder and I swallowed hard.

"Good," Coach B finished. "I just thought you should know, is all. You've been a huge help to the team and I wanted you to know you are appreciated for that and for everything else." His big hand clasped down on my shoulder as he rose from the chair. I had to fight back the lump rising in my throat and the tears that had suddenly come unbidden to my eyes.

"Thank you, Coach." 

"You should dance with him," he said. "I'd pay to see the faces of some of these Soccer Moms if you did." 

He smiled broadly and walked back to the his spot on the far wall, leaving me to process our conversation in stunned silence. 

An hour or so later, after being pulled into a few group dances with the team, I was contentedly munching on some of the food the Prom committee had provided. It felt strange to eat carrot stick and ranch dressing off of gold lined plates, but that was what there was. Full dinner was available as well, but I couldn't have eaten much. Thankfully I didn't or it would have made a spectacular reappearance when Amy slithered into the empty seat beside me.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" She asked. 

Her eyes sparkled in the dim light and I was reminded of the serpent in the Garden. Her voice was nice, but I didn't trust her as far as I could throw her.

"So far, yes. You?"

"Oh, it's a lovely night." She gestured around the room to the decorations. "The PTA really outdid themselves this year."

"Mmhmm." I replied. My guard was up and I was ready for the axe to descend at any moment.

"Have you seen Daniel?" She asked sweetly. "I can't find him anywhere."

"Have you checked the bathroom?"

"I'm sure he'll find me at some point," she sighed, as if it was minor annoyance that her date wasn't at her side. "Gives us a chance to chat."

Her long red painted nails rested on my forearm and she gripped me tightly. I felt ice begin to run in my veins and my heartbeat was suddenly rushing in my ears.

"You certainly have had quite a year. You just came out of no where. No one knew your name and then, poof, you arrived. Like magic." 

Her fingers dug a little deeper into my arm. Maybe there was a way to salvage this conversation yet. She was wading into dangerous waters, close to subjects that I didn't want to broach with her, here or anywhere for that matter.

"I'm still just me, I guess," I said with a shrug. Maybe humility would throw her off.

No such luck. Her eyes narrowed and she moved her face closer to my own and lowered her voice.

"Cut the bull shit, you little faggot," she hissed through clenched white teeth.

"Amy, please," I started, "name-calling isn't..."

"Fuck you and your whining, princess. Everyone knows why you joined the baseball team. We all talk about it. You're just there to check out all the hot popular guys in the showers so you can jerk off at home. It's fucking disgusting is what it is. You may have them all fooled, but the rest of the school knows you're nothing but a gross little pervert trying to have his way with the popular guys. It's never. Going. To. Happen. You understand? Not in a million fucking years. No one wants anything to do with a nasty little fag like you. Okay?"

If I hadn't been wearing a suit, her nails would have been drawing blood. 

To say that her tirade had no effect on me would be a bald faced lie. I felt each word like a whip to my soul. My mind screamed that her words weren't true. The team enjoyed my company, the liked me as a person. But she shattered my only just emerging confidence with practiced ease. She read my reactions like a book and new just which words landed and with what efficacy. 

"I asked you if you understand me, fag," she hissed again, her fingers clutching my arm so hard that I felt my bone shift beneath her grip.

I tried to speak but no words came out. To my complete and utter humiliation, I felt a tear leak from my eye and burn a path down my bloodless face.

"Jesus," Amy snorted a derisive laugh. "The faggot is crying. Whatever. Waste your time trying to be popular if you want. School is over in three weeks anyway. Do you think any of your new 'friends' are going to even speak to you again once we graduate? Don't fucking plan on it. No one wants you around, fag. Got that? No one. Not me, not the team, not Daniel. Get it through your thick skull and leave everyone alone. Just go back to your little faggot hole you crawled out of and ..."

"Amy." 

The voice that called her name and blessedly drew her ice cold eyes from the tears that betrayed me was colder than Amy could ever hope to be. I recognized it as Daniel's immediately, though the violence that permeated that single syllable frightened me. 

"You will apologize to him, Amy. Right. Fucking. Now." 

It wasn't a request. Amy stood and her finger finally lost their grip on my arm. It shames a little to say that I immediately pulled it to my stomach and soothed the soreness. 

"What?" Amy snapped, her eyes flashing over my head. 

Daniel stepped from behind me and placed himself directly in her path, essentially shielding me from her with his own body. He'd come up behind me, as if in answer to my silent prayers and now he stood as my champion before this monster who sought to do me harm.

"You heard me. Apologize to him. Now." 

"I will do no such thing," Amy snapped.

"You will and you will do it now. You understand me? I heard what you just called him. Say you are sorry."

"No."

Daniel stared at her for a moment. For the space of a few heartbeats I was genuinely terrified that he might punch her square in the face. His fingers were curled into tight fists at his side and shook with the effort to control his rage. When he spoke, it was with controlled and deliberate volume and speed, though his voice trembled with the difficulty of the task.

"I hope you have your cell phone in your tiny little purse. You should call your parents. Now. Because you aren't riding home with me."

For the first time, I registered a look of actual shock on Amy's pristine features.

"But...,"she stuttered, looking around to see if anyone had noticed what had just happened. Only a few eyes had started to turn in our direction, but I caught sight of Ian and Gordon making their way through the crowd and headed in our direction.




Speech and Debate Pt. 10



"But, Daniel. I already booked us a hotel room for the..."

"Cancel it." Daniel's voice was cold steel. "I wouldn't be caught dead in a room with a nasty, vile, bigoted, disgusting bitch like you. You have about 20 seconds to get the fuck out of my sight."

"Daniel!" She whined, her eyes going wide.

"19. We are done, Amy. Through. For prom and for ever. 15 seconds."

A small crowd had begun to form around us now. Amy suddenly realized that her humiliation at the hands of Daniel could no longer be a private matter. Everyone would know now. She'd chosen the battlefield and she had been defeated, but she wasn't out just yet. She was a cornered animal and she still had claws.

"You're seriously going to break up with me over this stupid little queer?" she spat, flinging one red tipped claw towards my face. "You can't honestly be that fucking stupid!?"

"I SAID DON'T. CALL. HIM. NAMES!" Daniel roared at the top of his lungs. 

His face was flushed and his eyes crackled with electricity. If only a few people had noticed before, Daniel's volume caught the eye of every person in the ball room. The music still played overhead, but no one else spoke. Very few even moved.

"Are you really that dense, Amy?" Daniel asked, visibly trying to calm himself. "Is there only room for yourself in that pretty little head of yours? Just you and your hate rolling around inside your skull? Is that all you are? Get away from me. If you speak to me again or if I hear even a whisper of something about David that comes from you, mark my words Amelia: I will put you in the fucking ground."

The assembled crowd and even Amy understood that this was not an idle threat. I wondered if Daniel would actually do her physical harm right there.

"Like you fucking could," Amy spat back. "Without me, you're just as much of a nothing as that little fag! You can't touch me. You wouldn't dare!"

I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"He won't be at it alone, you cunt-faced bitch," Ian added, his voice much more sober than the last time I'd heard him speak. 

"You really want to take on all of us?" Paul slurred, adding his hand to my shoulder.

Ian leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"You okay, little dude?" 

I nodded. I was still unable to speak, but this time not because of Amy.

"Get out of here. Now," Daniel finished.

Amy took the arrival of each of my new defenders like a physical blow. She may have been able to stand up to Daniel alone, even one on one, but the entire baseball team had arrayed themselves against her. 

"Katy, Amanda, Adrienne, come on. We're leaving." Amy spat to her minions. I had to hand it to her, she was graceful even in humiliating defeat as she gathered her long silk dress and turned to walk out.

"If you go with her, you can forget about ever speaking to us again," Ian said to his date.

"Ditto," Gordon said to Katy.

Amy waited for the girls to follow her in her storming out. But she waited in vain. All three girls remained at the side's of their dates. 

Amy turned and left in a huff, throwing chairs and table settings to floor in her wake. My previous characterization as a harpy was proved true when she let out a screech fit to wake the dead before throwing open the double doors and slamming them closed behind her.

It took a few moments for everything to begin moving again once she left. Daniel sank into the chair next to me and breathed deeply through his nose and out of his mouth, trying to calm himself down. He rested his elbows on the table and held his head in his hands.

"I'm so sorry, David," he breathed almost too quietly for me to make out. 

He turned to look at me. His brown eyes were wide and shone with wetness. He looked...hurt. I realized that he didn't need to calm down from confronting Amy. That was already far from his mind. He was mad at himself for not protecting me sooner.

"Daniel," I whispered, placing my hand on his knee, "don't blame..."

"I'm going to take him home, guys," Daniel declared loudly. It took me a moment to realize that he wasn't talking to me anymore. He pitched his words to our surrounding teammates.

"Yeah, of course," Gordon slurred. "David, dude, don't worry about it. She's always been a bitch. Even in kindergarten"

"Ian, call my dad and have him come pick you guys up. I'm going to take the limo if that's alright. I want to get out of here right now."

"Got it," Ian chimed in.

Daniel rose from the table, using his hands on the surface to steady himself. I just stared at him from where I sat glued to my seat. He extended his hand to me.

"Come on. We're going home." 

It felt like I was two people. One part of me felt like someone else raised their hand to clasp the one Daniel offered. It wasn't real. It couldn't be real. The other part of me was aware of every single molecule of my body as it made contact with Daniel's palm. It pierced me so completely, that awareness of him, that I wondered if I would ever recover.

No one said anything as Daniel lead me by the hand from the ballroom. No one whispered behind their hands. No one's eyes darted or judged. Or they may have. I can't really be trusted to recount things accurately. Daniel was my all consuming thought. His strength flowed through our hands and held me aloft so that I seemed to float from the ballroom and out into the crisp spring night.

Our limousine was only one of several dozen parked in front of the hall. Daniel called the driver on his cell and the obscenely long car pulled around to pick us up.

Daniel held the door open for me and I slid inside without comment. Daniel followed and retook our original seats close to the diving window between the cab and the seats. 

"Just you two?" the driver asked.

"Yes," Daniel replied. He instructed the driver to take us to my house. I didn't interject. Daniel pressed the button to raise the dividing window.

"Let's go to the back and get comfortable" Daniel offered. 

He took the lead and I was gifted with a superb view of his ass as he hunched over and shuffled to the long back seat with its shiny, plush black leather. He plopped himself down in the corner and beckoned for me to sit with him.

I slid in beside him and snuggled up close, my head resting lightly on his chest. His arm circled my neck and held me close, his fingers raking through my hair. I felt him kiss me tenderly on the top of my head. My eyes closed and I breathed him in, my ear pressing to his chest, listening as his heart beat as it slowed and he returned to calm.

"I'm so sorry, baby," he whispered. "I never thought she would dare to..."

"It doesn't matter," I cut him off. 

"But it DOES." Daniel interjected

"No. I promise you, it doesn't," I said, pulling myself back so I could look him in the eyes. "What you just did for me...I...There are no words, Daniel. What you just did, what you are still doing...It's all so..."

Daniel's eyes searched my own, as if he was still looking for any more pain or hurt behind them that he could eradicate for me. There was none. My eyes were glistening with tears, but there was not even a scratch left over from Amy. I felt my heart swell in my chest again, beating so quickly that it hurt, like my chest would burst from the pressure and I would cease to exist.

I shot forward, hoping my lips would do what my words could not, and kissed him. I must have been more forceful that I anticipated because I heard and felt the back of Daniel's head rebound against the tinted glass window. But the dam had opened now. Unless he was bleeding to death on the carpet, there was no stopping this.

My tongue danced with his like I'd wished we danced at the prom itself. I had kissed him so many times before, countless time. And it still amazed me how new it felt every time. There was always a new level to achieve, a new sensation to set my mind blazing like a comet in a starless sky.

Though my body covered his and I tried to pin him beneath me, Daniel was always and ever more the stronger of our pair. His fingers grabbed for the button of my tuxedo jacket and he stripped it from my shoulders and flung it aside without ever breaking our kiss. I felt him undoing the buttons of my white shirt as well, slower. He took his time fishing the hem of it from my pants and even more time with each button. His fingers tweaked my nipple when he got that far up my torso and I jerked in surprise.

It didn't take much for him to flip me off of him and back into a seated position. He swung around in front of me, kneeling between my opened legs on the floor of the limo as his hands traveled up my torso, sending sparks along my spine.

"David," he said as his fingers explored my pecs and gently cupped my face in his palm, "I need you to know how much you..." he trailed off. 

I nodded and smiled at him, pressing my cheek into his embrace and kissing the warm skin of his fingertips.

Daniel stared at me as he worked the button and clasp of my tuxedo pants with sure fingers. He stood and hovered above me while his hand found my zipper and he slid his hand into the elastic waistband of my tight boxer briefs. I heard him moan into my mouth when he touched my cock, already awakening to his embrace. He gripped me gently and fished my cock and balls out of their fabric enclosure and hooked the elastic beneath them.

I hadn't heard him undo his own pants, but when I saw them hit the floor of the limo as he used his toes to throw off his shiny shoes, I figured out his plan. It was awkward for him to kick his pants and shoes aside in the cramped space, but he managed and straddled my now closed knees wearing only the white jockstrap I had seen him don the first night we were together in Boston. His hard cock throbbed beneath the thin cotton and I spied the darker white spot that told me he'd already leaked sweet precum. 

He scooted forward so that his cock was just inches from my face. I buried my nose into his jock, my mouth opening around the fabric covered tool I yearned to set free. My tongue traveled his length, tasting only the fabric but smelling his musky manliness. I swear I could have survived on that scent alone. I reached around him to grip both globes of his ass and maneuvered my mouth over his covered cock head and flicked my tongue across him.

He reached behind me and took my now stiff-as-a-board member in a backhanded grip. I oozed crystal liquid now. I felt it roll languidly down my supremely sensitive shaft. He worked it into my skin with expert quickness.

"Let me lead, okay?" He asked as he removed his tuxedo jacket and pulled on one end of his red bow tie, letting it fall open on his chest. My fingers began to work on the buttons of his shirt as I nodded.

Daniel guided my cock head to his hole, squatting easily over me. I watched the muscles of his thick thighs strain, the ligaments standing out beneath the black hair there. I groaned as he worked some of my pre cum over his hot opening, felt my cock respond and pulse out another stream for his use.

"It's still so big...," he whispered as he closed his eyes. 

I thought I would die when he pushed down and I felt the head of my dick slip gently inside him. We'd never done this without preparation before, so the tightness of him was almost frightening. It felt like his whole body wanted to suck me inside him with violent force. Daniel controlled it and I watched in awe. I felt him slide down my shaft slowly, letting himself get used to it, sometimes pulling up a little and then thrusting down even farther. Each new movement made him twitch. My fingers were frozen on the buttons of his shirt and my mouth hung open, so engrossed was I in the feeling of Daniel's tight ass accepting my throbbing hard cock into his muscled body.

I knew immediately when I pressed into his prostate. His cock jumped in front of me and I abandoned his half opened shift to tear aside his jock strap. Decorum be damned, I needed to see his cock. I gripped him in my palm and worked his silky foreskin over and around his head, pressing my thumb into the soft underside and bringing his precum to my lips.

"Oh, baby. It's so good...I'm not going to last long, I can already tell." Daniel whimpered. 

He was nearly all the way down to my hips. With a final push he hit home and the world exploded. Daniel rested his full weight on my lap and placed his hands on either side of my neck, gripping me tightly as he wiggled his ass over the cock that filled him completely.

"Make love to me," he said leaning forward, his forehead touching mine, our lips hovering a hairs breadth apart. His entire ass squeezed my twitching cock buried inside of him and he rocked forward gently. I didn't need him to ask twice. Hell, I didn't even need him to ask the first time.

My hips pressed upwards and I felt his whole body quake around me. I didn't pull out of him or thrust deeper into him. I didn't want to disturb the delicate balance we had or make this end too quickly. But we rocked together on the back seat.

"Mmm, yes, David. Please don't stop," Daniel whined. 

He buried his face into the crook of my neck and kissed me gently. I pressed into him again and pushed us both upwards, gaining new ground inside him.

"Ahhh," he groaned. "Again. I'm so close."

I pressed forward. Daniel's cock spewed a massive jet of precum onto my exposed chest. I was sure that there must be some on my rented shirt, but I didn't care.

My cock felt like hot iron sliding through butter as Daniel worked his muscles around it, never stopping his motion with his hips and timing it with the still tighter muscles of his chute and hole. I felt myself getting close as well.

"Make me forget," Daniel's lips were at my ear, nibbling softly. "Take it away. Make it all go away."

I pushed my hips up as far as they would go, burying my cock to the hilt. Daniel's smooth ass checks ground into my trimmed pubes. I concentrated and made my cock expand inside him even as I felt myself pulse another stream of precum deep into him. 

"Oh, god," he moaned. "Do it again. Quicker."

I expanded. Again. Again.

Daniel's breath came in gasps. His grip around my neck tightened and the once controlled movements of his ass became erratic but more intense.

Again. Again. Again. 

I pulsed my thick cock inside, milking my own balls with his hole, knowing that if I did it just a few more times, I would explode.

"Tell me," Daniel said, pulling his face from my neck and looking me straight in the eye. His face was a contorted mass of pleasure, his eyes shining brightly as he held back the inevitable. "Please, baby, tell me..."

"You know already." I said, barely able to hold myself from the brink.

"I know. But tell me, please. Tell me you love me as much as I love you."

He stared at me, his eyes waiting for my reply, holding us both from the edge of the cliff, unable to go over until this was finished.

"I love you, Daniel." I breathed...

and we let go, falling through the open air, barreling over our cliff wrapped tightly in each other's arms.

I'm not sure which of us started first, but I know we each drove the other to ever increasing volumes and speed. It felt like ice water replaced the hot blood as I pumped all of my heat and cum deep inside of Daniel. It was different this time. This time, it carried my love. It had always been there, of course. But now it had a name. A true name. 

Daniel's load plastered my face and chest in thick ropes of white. Any hopes I had of returning the rental shirt were dashed now. As if that mattered.

Watching Daniel gingerly remove himself from my cock, and seeing some of my cum drip from his used hole and down the inside of one massive hairy thigh was a treat. Especially since he waddled awkwardly to the front, slid down the dividing window and got the attention of our driver.

"Change of plans," he called forward. "We're going to my house."

"Yes, Sir." The driver replied, but Daniel was already raising the window again. He settled himself, still pantsless, into the seat beside me. He reached over to wipe some cum from my cock and played with my shaft nonchalantly. He leaned over to kiss me gently.

"You are staying over tonight," he said.

"I can't, Daniel," I said, "I have to get home. Mama's expecting me in by midnight and I... what?" 

I stopped because Daniel suddenly wore the most devious smile I had ever seen him crack.

"Nope. She's not. I told her we got you a hotel room with the rest of us. She's not expecting you until around 4 PM tomorrow."

"Why you little..." I didn't finish the sentence. 

I tackled Daniel and we spent the remaining journey to his house in uncontrollable fits of laughter and never ceasing kisses. 

Every so often we would stop for a moment, out of breath, gasping and smiling as our fingers laced comfortably together. In these brief pauses, Daniel would turn to me and repeat the words that I never wanted him to stop saying:

"I love you, David."



Speech and Debate Pt. 11



Apologies that this chapter took a little longer than expected. Real life got in the way and I didn't want to rush the story just for the sake of speed. There's a lot of ground to cover so it's another extra long addition this time. There was more planned for this chapter, but length prevented it so I will be extending the series yet again, now to a planned 18 total chapters (reserve the right to go as far as 20) I hope you enjoy it! There are still more chapters on the way...and a possibility of a side line extension once this main series comes to a close. Fingers crossed!

~D.A.M~

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They Never Found the Breadcrumbs

By D. A. Mackey

The unrivaled way to rise each morning, should you have the option, is to find yourself in that clouded place where your dreams and your reality blend like watercolors, one into the next; where it's several heartbeats before you come to realize that the dream has ended and life begun anew. You want to stay in that limbo for as long as you can, to let it revive you and comfort you in a way your waking life never will. There is a small sense of loss that coats your mind for a while, a thin slick of oil on water, once the clouds are burned away by life; a benign sadness lingering just beyond recognition and evaporating to nothingness in a blink, leaving only a dim fading glimmer of memory behind.

When my eyes adjusted to the dim morning light, tinted blue and pale yellow from the curtains that blocked out most of the dawn, I hadn't a clue where I was. I expected panic to take hold immediately, for my heart to race and my animal instincts to seize control of my muscles. But nothing happened. 

Daniel's muscled arm wound under my own and over my ribs and pulled me deeply into him. I sensed his presence and felt his warm skin against mine; that was enough to temper my compulsion towards panic. I felt his soft chest hair tickle the skin of my back, his hips pushed into my ass and softly thrusting with each deep breath. His thighs wound over and through my legs so that I couldn't have moved from his vine-like grasp if I'd wanted to.

I could just make out the piles of black and white formal wear tossed uncaringly into the corner. Bright red and blue satin gleamed every now and then, when a dusty ray of morning light touched it's surface just right. My shiny prom shoes, laces still tied in perfect bows shone like beacons. Daniel's room solidified in my view, the familiar sights and smells falling into place like puzzle pieces while the fog dissipated. 

It was all heightened by the touch, the feel, the smell of Daniel, hugging me tight to his body, allowing no space between us. I felt small next to him, though I was taller by full inches, but somehow protected and sheltered. We had slept side by side many times now, but this was the first time I could remember feeling this connected. Not just to him, but to where we were.

We had crossed some line after the prom. I was unsure where the path might lead us from here, but one thing was certain: we were now, officially, an "us." We were linked in a way we hadn't admitted before. Maybe that link had always been there, even unrecognized. It was as if the admission itself granted a new perspective on places and things that had once been ordinary only hours before.

This was just Daniel's room yesterday. But now, I was a part of Daniel. I felt like I had a true stake in the place now, one that I hadn't felt before. I didn't own it, none of it was mine; but a part of Daniel WAS, and forever would be. His books, his bed, his body all became...more precious...to me.

I closed my eyes and snuggled back into him. Moving even that slightly made Daniel's soft cock come to life against my ass. I arched my back like a cat on a sunny windowsill and ground myself into him. I felt his foreskin begin to pull back as his shaft swelled and grew along side my crack. I listened to Daniel's breathing, trying to sense when he would wake because of my movements, but I found no change. I smiled to myself and ground deeper into him, testing the limits.

My hole began to throb in anticipation every time Daniel's thick shaft glided over it. I bit my lower lip between my teeth and held my breath, trying with all I was worth to remain silent. I must have been lost in the sensations and imagination of the beautiful man behind me because I didn't hear his breathing change. I was in my own little world of ever increasing pleasure when I felt his lips press to the nape of my neck, his breath hot on my skin but sending shivers down my spine like I'd been thrown into a lake in December. 

His next kiss was more forceful and he coupled it with a powerful thrust into my backside. My cheeks parted and held his entire rigid shaft between them, radiating with his heat. I laced my fingers into his and lead his hand and my own downwards. 

Together, we traced down my stomach and over my bellybutton, past my well-trimmed pubes and right to the edge of my fully hard cock. I guided his hand forward, urging him to do what I knew he wanted.

"Fuck," I sighed when his fingers grasped the base of my shaft, just barely closing around my girth when he squeezed me tightly beneath his iron grasp. There was no denying that we were both fully awakened now, but my eyes remained closed, reveling in the feel of Daniel's grip on my rigid cock and his soft lips as he kissed his way up my neck to my ear.

"Good morning, baby," he whispered softly, taking my earlobe gently between his teeth when he spoke and then sucking lightly on my ear.

"Morning," I groaned, my voice dripping with my rapidly growing lust. I could feel his cock head dripping hot pre cum onto the top of my ass even as he jerked me and worked my own clear liquor into the taught skin of my quivering cock. His thumb pressed into the sensitive triangle under my slit and my body shook uncontrollably.

"Please." The word was so soft that I was almost unsure if I'd spoken it or just thought it.

Daniel didn't even respond with speech; he simply adjusted himself behind me, his hips pulling away from me so he could line up his uncut cock with my waiting cavity. I held my breath, as if I'd crested the first hill on a roller coaster, just waiting for the imminent drop and rush that was surely to follow.

He pushed forward gently and my body reacted on instinct, opening for him easily, pulling him inside me. His cock felt massive as it invaded. My hole spasmed around him, squeezing him tightly and then opening smoothly, begging him to continue his march forward. He never stopped his slow up and down movements on my cock as he eased himself gently, slowly, lovingly inside me.

I twisted my torso around, unwilling and unable to keep my eyes on the far wall anymore, needing to see his face. It was an awkward position to be sure, Daniel's cock slowly pushing into my smooth white ass as I twisted my upper body into knots to reach him. 

Daniel's brown eyes met my gaze and I was nearly struck dumb with their beauty. His eyes were always beautiful and deep, flecked with bright spots of gold and glowing amber on a background of warm cinnamon. But they'd always been like a lake to me. No matter how clear the water, there are places in a still lake where you can't see the bottom, can't even sense it. It could go on for miles. Daniel's eyes had always been like that, deep and mysterious and somewhat unknown. But today...the first morning after our love for each other had received it's true naming...today, it seemed I could see through them to the very core of his being, as if his soul was right there for me to touch. 

"I love you," I whispered as I stared into him, watching his pupils grow before me. I was rocked by that nearly painful level of bliss that accompanies both love and mind blowing sex, like the pressure of a knife on the sensitive skin of your wrist, pressing hard but never breaking the surface, shot through with the full trust that it never would. 

"I love you more," he said with a broad smile, flashing me his perfect white teeth, his newly revealed eyes brightening even further. My mouth hung open a bit.

Gods above, but he was so beautiful! 

Part of me believed that this whole thing must be a dream. This couldn't be happening to me. I would wake up any moment and find myself in the airport waiting to board the plane to Boston.

His prick was nearly fully inside me, pressed tightly against that magic spot. My cock pulsed a huge jet of precum into Daniel's waiting fingers and my eyes fluttered closed, my neck losing the ability to hold my head up. Daniel's lips on mine drove the last breath from my body as his hips settled fully onto my ass, his black pubes tickling my smooth skin. I found myself flung back into that clouded place between dreams and life once more, but fully aware that I was awake, alive, and on fire. The watercolors swirled in my vision from the bright whites of passion to the deep mossy green-browns of my connection to Daniel and the earth herself.

Daniel went slow, slower than ever before. It seemed it took him hours to draw himself from deep inside me, his cock head raking against my prostate for minutes, sending me into spasms that paralyzed my nerves and set my muscles to shaking. His tongue slowly swirled over mine, and the deeply satisfied sounds that came from his chest, like a bumble bee the size of a golden retriever approaching from beyond a distant hill, rumbled into me and through me. Just as slowly, deliberately, he pressed back inside and repeated.

"D...Dan...Daniel...please...please...make me cum, baby." 

Part of me hoped my whimper-riddled begging would encourage Daniel to pick up his pace. But Daniel read my body like his favorite book. His slow and undulating thrusts stayed the course; he never let his passions gain the upper hand and take control until he pounded my twitching ass into submission. Instead, he tortured me and forced my body to respond to his at his pace.

I let out a groan that quavered and broke. Daniel just slipped his cock deeper inside me again. I felt his shaft throbbing with a steady beat, expanding against my button and driving me to the brink of insanity as his talented fingers still played my cock like a concert violinist.

"I'm close...oh jesus, I'm so close..."

Daniel's free hand came to my cheek and turned my face towards his again. He kissed me lightly on the lips and stroked my cheek with his thumb.

"Do you want me to shoot my load inside you?" he whispered. I bit my lip and nodded for all I was worth.

"Are you going to cum for me?" he teased. His grip tightened on my cock and his speed picked up a bit on my shaft, while his cock still worked in and out of my hole with measured slowness. 

"Yes," I croaked, my eyes begging him to release me.

"I love the way your ass grips my cock, baby. You're so tight. You feel that?" 

He pulsed his cock inside me, making it swell, pulling my hole open even more. I screamed and a jet of precum flew from my cock and soaked the bedsheets. 

"Shoot for me, David," he begged and pulsed inside me again, thrusting in small motions, just barely pulling out and pushing in again so that his rock hard cock head scraped and pressed into my prostate at all times. "Cum for me and I'll give you my load."

I panted on the bed, unable to catch my breath or form words. My throat clenched up and I felt my chest tighten like someone was sitting on me. My fingers grabbed at handfuls of the sheets and comforter in a death grip that turned my already pale knuckles to the color of bleached bone. The sounds that escaped from me were those of a strangled man, breathless gasps and grunts I barely recognized as my human, much less my own.

I felt my balls pulling up tight and knew that I couldn't hold out any longer, though I couldn't convey this to Daniel. He continued his slow short thrusts against my prostate and my breath grew more ragged. I slammed my mouth into his and screamed through the pleasure, pushing it into him, feeling him receive it.

I hit myself square in the face with my first volley and followed it up with several more until I was covered in my own jizz. I lost count when I felt Daniel finally cease his tiny thrusting against my spot and slam his thick cock to the hilt inside me. His groan and my own melted into each other through our kiss while I felt him spew his load deep into me, jet after jet of his burning hot seed filling me up.

Coming down from that euphoric high was like waking up all over again. For a few moments, Daniel and I hovered in that abeyance together. Daniel recovered first.

"Screw Folgers," he quipped, rolling onto his back and thus freeing his cock from my still aching hole, "THAT is the best part of waking up."

I couldn't help but laugh. I rolled over and into him, throwing my arm over his chest and resting my chin on his hairy pecs, completely uncaring of the cum that I smeared onto the sheets in the process. I edged forward and kissed him lightly.

"You'll get no arguments from me on that front."

Daniel ruffled my tangled mass of blonde hair and brushed an errant strand from my face.

"You sure you're okay, babe?" He asked. "I mean, about last night? Amy and all that bullshit?"

To be honest, I had almost forgotten about Amy and her tirade of bigotry and hate. It spoke very highly of Daniel that something which would have wounded me beyond easy repair a few short weeks ago was brushed off without a second thought. Hell, some part of my brain was STILL stewing over that B+ in Spanish; but, for Amy I felt...nothing.

"I'm sure," I said, favoring him with my best smile, staring into his eyes, so new again to me. "Who could remember you're sorry excuse for a girlfriend..."

"EX-girlfriend," Daniel corrected me quickly.

"Ex-Girlfriend. Who cares about her when I've got you?" 

He smiled that crooked half smile and I kissed him again. It was strange to feel my heart racing in my chest, skipping along lightly. There was still a part of me that equated that heart-pounding feeling with fear and anxiety and the desire to run from oncoming torment. I still had some adjustments to make, old habits to break.

"Good!" he barked and slapped my bare ass cheek with a loud pop. "Because I'm on top of the fuckin' world!"

I rubbed at the sore spot he'd just given me, sure that a well-outlined five fingered palm print would appear there in no time, but couldn't help but giggle as Daniel wiggled out from under me and leapt to his feet. I was treated to a spectacular view of his rounded ass and semi-hard cock as he danced and shimmied around his room, kicking his feet and pumping his fists in the air. For such a masculine appearing man, it was hilarious to watch him in a state of boyish glee. I imagined this must have been what he looked like as a little boy on Christmas morning. 

"Remind me to get us some dancing lessons!" I laughed as he continued to shake and shimmy. He threw back his head and roared a laugh.

"Deal! But nothing's gonna bring me down today. Not even your wit, you ass hole." He winked at me, turned, and waggled his ass in my direction.

"Careful with that thing," I admonished sarcastically. "I'm not to be held responsible for what I might do to it if you keep presenting it to me."

I could have stayed there in Daniel's bed and watched him dance around his room all day. There was a brief moment when I thought that might actually happen.

"Get up! We have to shower and get dressed," he said with unencumbered glee, extending his hand to me and motioning me to join. I took it and he pulled me from the bed in a swift motion that found my limbs flailing in the open air before I suddenly crashed into his massive wall of chest muscles. Before my feet could settle to the floor, his arm was around my waist and we were dancing together in quick swaying motions. 

Well, HE was dancing, I was still not too certain my legs worked after the fucking he'd given me. But I was content to let him hold me up. 

"Where are we going?" I asked through my fit of giggles.

"Only the best for you, baby!" he intoned with pride. "I'm taking you to the International House of Pancakes!"

"Oo, la la," I joked and feigned a swoon. He caught me easily and maneuvered my limp torso back up to his and kissed me dramatically.

"I know, right? I'm an impressive specimen. So let's get that beautiful ass of yours scrubbed up and out the door."

He nearly yanked my shoulder out of the socket when he turned and dragged me towards his bathroom.

Our fingers were wrinkled like shriveled raisins by the time we stepped out of the shower. We hadn't exactly been very conscious of the time, after all; or utilitarian and effective with our time management. How can you expect me to focus on the actual point of bathing when I got to run my soapy fingers over every square inch of Daniel's olive skin in the attempt to wash him clean? 

Eventually we had to turn off the steamy water. Even drying off was a task that took decidedly longer than absolutely necessary. I took my time running the terry-cloth over his high, tight calves and up his massive thighs. He flexed for me as I worked, the ligaments standing out under his hairy skin, rolling like gentle hills and valleys from one to the next. Two could play at that game: I opened my mouth and sucked in his almost hard cock and bobbed up and down for a moment, making sure his knees shook before I stopped.

"You are evil. We're already late as it is, and you're gonna make me stay in this room for the rest of the day if you don't stop. The rest of the team is probably already waiting for us."

That certainly got my attention.

"The guys are gonna be there?" I asked. 

Daniel nodded.

"Is that okay? I thought...,"

"No, no!" I started. "It's fine. Of course it is. I love the guys."

Daniel arched an eyebrow at me.

"It took you nearly three months to say you loved me, but the entire Baseball team get's it in a few short weeks?"

I punched him in the chest. Sometime soon (for the sake of my knuckles, alone), I would have to learn that trying to impress any emotional outburst onto Daniel with my puny physical strength was as futile as riding a bicycle from New York to London. He didn't even flatter me by pretending to budge.

"Shut your mouth. You know what I meant."

"Do I?" He asked. "You may have to tell me again." He smirked at me. I sighed dramatically and acquiesced.

"I love you." I placed my palms on the wide planes of his chest and gently scratched my nails over his skin. "You big hairy ox."

He kissed me tenderly.

"Good. Cause it would truly suck to love you as much as I do and not have you love me back."

My knees trembled. I used my grip on his torso to steady myself. I wondered how long it would be before those words tripping off Daniel's tongue would cease to make my head spin. Part of me hoped that day never came.

"Woah there." Daniel said, lifting me up. "You okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine," I assured him, "it's just a little overwhelming still...hearing you say that."

"I'll stop if you want?"

"Absolutely not. Don't you dare."

"Good. Cause that was a straight out lie. I love you, too."

I laughed and turned to walk back to the bedroom, thankful that Daniel had a private bathroom so there was no need to cover up. I sat on the end of the disheveled bed and finished drying off. Daniel stood in the bathroom doorway and watched me, making no effort to conceal his stiffening cock. I loved to watch his foreskin roll smoothly away from the darker skin of his cock head as it lengthened and began to arch gently upwards, his full balls always hanging underneath like sandbags on a hot air balloon. The effect on my own cock was, as always, instant. I decided to change the conversation as quickly as possible or else there was a distinct possibility that we would NEVER leave his room.




Speech and Debate Pt. 11



"After everything that happened last night, with Amy and all that, and then leaving with me," I started before I realized I didn't really know how to finish my question. I faltered and stammered a bit. "I mean, do you think...? Fuck, I don't know. I mean, everyone knows now right? About us?"

I was blushing. To this day, I do not know why, but my face was red as a beet before I finally got out the thought. I guess it was the idea of being a known item now, and all the changes that would bring. Daniel had held my hand as he lead me from the ball room. Surely everyone had seen us and guessed what that signified? Right?

"I don't think so, babe," Daniel said with calm, collected ease. "I mean, Ian knows, of course. I think Paul and Gordon were blitzed out of their minds. It's a crap shoot wether they'll even remember anything at all, much less the implications of me holding your hand."

"And Coach B," I murmured to myself, my brain already going a million miles an hour, planning for a hundred possible eventualities, listing people who may know, did know, and didn't know. 

"Coach knows?" Daniel asked, a smidgen of concern finally entering his voice. It took me a moment to register what he was asking and what I had said.

"Fuck. I totally forgot to tell you after last night. I'm sorry, baby. Coach B talked to me for a while before all that shit went down. He knows. He's known since that first morning he walked in on us in the shower at school. Remember? After you made me run to school?"

Daniel smirked and snorted a little laugh. 

"Of course I remember. I remember every time with you, David," he said as he walked towards me and sat beside me on the edge of the bed. Our finger laced together without the need for either of us to hold our our hands in supplication. It just felt right to be connected to him when he was that close to me. "I guess it makes sense, now that I think about it. He smiled like a damned hyena when I suggested to him that you should be the Team Manager."

"You're not as sneaky as you thought, huh?" I teased. He squeezed my hand and nudged me gently in the ribs.

"It got me what I wanted in the end, didn't it."

"Oh!" I squeaked, remembering another important tidbit of information, "you're not crazy, by the way! There WAS someone watching that night in your Jeep. Well, not watching,... not really. Coach just forgot his bag and happened to see us. Said he had to run like hell and hid in his office until we left."

Daniel roared with laughter until his eyes brimmed with tears.

"No shit?! That's hilarious! He could have at least told me so I didn't think I was headed to the looney bin on the express train for paranoid delusions and seeing shit!"

Daniel did his best to ease any lingering fears I may have been harboring while at the same time urging me to move faster. He had finally checked the time and pronounced us, "late as shit." I didn't have any clothing other than my tuxedo, an outfit that would be out of place at an IHOP, where the "No shirt, no shoes, no service" sign on the front door was an actual necessity gleaned from past instances. 

Daniel handed me a pair of his basketball shorts and a tight black t-shirt. Though he could have dressed in jeans and a nice polo, as was his usual style most warm days, he mirrored my own athletic attire instead, and to much greater effect if you asked me. 

We rushed down the stairs and towards the kitchen. I had to follow behind him. I had been to his house many times, but I still wasn't entirely sure where each hallway lead in the massive floor plan. Before we got to the kitchen, Adam stepped from a side hallway and blocked our path.

"Mornin', little bro. How'd you sleep?" He winked.

"Fuck off, Adam. We're late," Daniel shot back, obviously annoyed at the interference. 

"Cool your jets, dipshit. Just wanted you to know that you two weren't exactly quiet when you came in last night. Catch my drift? I could hear you from my room and Mom's is closer...so..."

I could have died. 

I may have, actually. I remember the blood suddenly pounding in my ears and my vision going kind of wonky for a bit. Daniel's brother had HEARD us last night. After the limo ride home, we hadn't really stopped our sexploration and utterances of sweet nothings and words of love and devotion until physical exhaustion forced us to. 

"You can pick 'em, lil' D." Adam smirked. "He is definitely a hottie when he's blushing to beat the band."

Yep. 

Dead.

Deceased. Please send donations to the David-is-Done-Fund in lieu of flowers.

"Hands off. You're older, but I can still hand you your own ass in a skinny minute," Daniel warned. 

It sounded like a joke to me, sibling rivalry at it's most basic. But buried beneath it's mundane normalcy, there was a razor sharp edge of an actual threat. If it came right down to it, and Daniel had to choose between me and his brother...well, hasta la vista Adam. That helped to ease the burning ember that had become my face. A bit.

Adam raised his hands in surrender and pressed himself to the wall so we could pass.

"Just thought you should know before you walk in there and Mom stares at you till you spill your guts."

I did my best to mouth the word "thanks," to Adam as I passed. He winked at me again. There was something about that man that just...

"Morning, you lazy Larry's!" Daniel's mom sang at us as we entered the kitchen. 

"I thought for sure you two would sleep all day!"

"Good morning, Ma'am," I said sheepishly, feeling the heat returning to my face again in full force, accompanied this time with the pounding heart and anxiety that damn near gnawed a hole in my stomach.

"So, sit, sit, sit. Tell me everything? How was prom? Why'd you come home early? I expected you to stay at the hotel last night. When I heard the front door open I was half way to the shotgun under the bed before I recognized your voice, Daniel."

I swallowed hard against the lump in my throat.

"I'll tell you all about it later, Mamma," Daniel said, grabbing an apple from the silver bowl on the island counter and tossing one back for me as well. I actually caught it. Me? The homosexual nerd caught something thrown in the air. I was silently cheering for myself. "We're running late."

"Can't you at least stay for some breakfast?" she asked, actually sounding hurt.

"That's what were late for. But I promise we'll talk later, okay. We really have to go." He leaned in close and gave her a peck on the cheek.

"Alright, then. Drive safe. Don't stay out too late."

"We won't," Daniel promised in the way every teen always promises. His hand was on the door handle when his diminutive mother spoke again and stopped him in his tracks.

"Don't forget you've got to take the SATs again tomorrow."

"What?!" Daniel bellowed. "I've already accepted my place at State! Why do I need to take them again?"

Daniel's mom got very serious, very quickly. Southern Mammas have a way of running to the extremes of the emotional spectrum like no other. I've often wondered if Mercurial was originally a name for a woman from the South.

"David has been sweet enough to give you his time and tutor you for weeks now. Place at State or not, you will not make his efforts go to waste young man. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Ma'am," Daniel sighed, the wind gone thoroughly out of his sails. My mouth hung open to my chest. I would have to ask her to give me lessons. It was truly an amazing trick.

Daniel grumbled to himself all the way to the Jeep. He didn't stop grumbling until we had both gotten in, strapped on our seat belts and held hands over the center console. I smiled as broadly as I could. I liked Daniel when he was stewing and introspective. His eyebrows drew down over his eyes and he stuck out his lower lip in almost a pout. Watching a full grown masculine man pout is cute sometimes. To a point. There are limits, of course. 

By the time we arrived at the IHOP, he was back to his normal self, his thumb running in small lazy circles over my hand. 

The hostess in her white button down and blue apron barely looked up from her station when we walked in the door before she mumbled the apathetic greeting that Corporate Headquarters had commanded her to:

"Welcome to the International House of Pancakes. How many in your party?"

"Umm, we're here to meet..."

The roar of "DANIEL!!" and "DAVID!!" that assaulted the air waves from a big semi-circular booth off to the left got not only our attention, but also the hostess'. When she looked up and finally saw Daniel standing before her, I was filled with a great swell of pride. Her eyes got very wide and her mouth fell open a bit as she took in the beautiful man standing before her, his toned arms and broad chest outlined perfectly even in his plain t-shirt.

And you can't touch him...he's all mine. 

I smiled very broadly and nodded my thanks to her as we headed towards our waiting companions. To say they were the best dressed table in the house was like saying that Marilyn Monroe was a decent looking chick. They were resplendent in their finery from the night before, a little rumpled and wrinkled here and there, but still dashing none the less. Maybe it was a sign of their upper middle class upbringing that they had chosen to retie their bow ties and vests. Their cufflinks were even still on, their semi-precious sparkle lost on the fluorescent lighting of the restaurant. 

Tall Paul and Gordon looked like they hated the world and everything that walked upon it's surface. The bags under their eyes could have held enough clothes for a honeymoon in Europe and they both had lost some of their youthful color, replaced with a slight tinge of green. They had joined Ian in trying to get our attention when we walked in the door and seemed to be regretting the decision to produce sound or exert any effort in the first place.

Adrienne, Amanda, and Katy smiled pleasantly at both Daniel and I as we stood at the head of the table. They looked identical to their glamorous selves from the evening before: every hair in place, every pore refined and eyelash blackened and curled. Even carrying only those tiny little handbags they had managed to scrounge together enough beautification accouterment to maintain their flawlessness. 

Daniel scooted in beside Ian on the side of the booth occupied by the boys and I followed suit, taking the place at the end. Ian wasted no time and dove straight into the deep end.

"Dude, are you okay?" he asked, leaning around Daniel to get my attention. "That was some utter bull shit that bitch pulled last night." He glanced at the girls. "Sorry. But she IS a bitch." The girls put up no argument to the contrary.

"I'm fine. Promise," I said in my best reassuring voice. It really was sweet of him to worry.

"We are all worried about you, guy," Gordon slurred more than his usual. 

"Mhmm," Paul added, apparently the worse off of the drunken duo.

"Thanks, but I swear I'm okay." 

Daniel's strong hand rested on the exposed skin of my thigh and he squeezed lightly under the table. I wondered if anyone had seen. 

"I don't know what got into her," Katy said. She had that strange way of raising her inflection at the end of every sentence so that I was never quite sure if she was asking a question or making a declarative statement. Either way, I was touched that she was making an effort to show any emotion towards me at all, much less sympathy. I could count the words she had spoken to me in our four years of school together on two hands.

"Yeah. I mean, she's never been the nicest person on the planet, but that was just..." Adrienne offered and shuddered in disgust at the end.

"Totally." 

That was Amanda. She never was one for words. But I'd be damned if she didn't have the body of a Victoria Secret model. I had no fears for her future, despite her apparent and shocking lack of vocabulary.

I didn't really know how to react. Even with my rising social standing, these three former minions of Amy had never paid me much attention. Begrudging smiles and cordial lifts of the head was about it. Before Daniel, I doubt they even knew I breathed the same atmosphere. For them to speak to me at all was overwhelming, and it conjured up the memories of just how awful Amy had been last night. 

"Thanks." I whispered and stared at the paper placemat before me. Daniel squeezed my thigh again and I brightened a little.

"Has anyone heard from her yet?" Daniel asked. Our six companions all shook their heads no.

"She's probably lying in wait behind the bushes to take me out with her fingernails sharpened to a razor's edge."

I have no idea why I said it. I certainly had no intention of speaking, but my inner monologue came rushing out and I spoke the words to the table. My horrified expression when I realized what I'd just said softened when the entire table, the girls included, burst into raucous laughter.

Our meal was a pleasant as any IHOP meal can be. We chatted amiably about school and final exams and graduation. We dropped the graduation topic rather quickly when we recalled that Katy wouldn't be walking across that stage with us since she had to repeat her Junior year. It felt strange, since she'd been a staple of the school hierarchy for all four years I'd been there. But all told, breakfast was a success.

Somewhere in the middle of our airy conversation, Daniel reached for my hand under the table and took it in his own. My gut reaction was to pull away as quickly as possible in case someone saw us. We were in an IHOP. In the South. I highly doubted there was a weekly PFLAG meeting scheduled in that particular location. But Daniel held firm. When I tried to move my hand his fingers gripped mine ever tighter and he looked at me quickly. His eyes were almost hurt. My heart broke and I gave up any attempt at resistance.

But I still wasn't sure if anyone at the table actually KNEW. They made no hints, no comments, no jokes, nothing to indicate that anything had happened last night except Amy had berated me, Daniel had confronted her and then taken me home. None of them even asked if I had gone back to my own home or to Daniel's. 

It was a weird place to be in. I was waiting for someone, anyone to say something, drop a hint that they knew what was going on. Even a glance down towards our hands. A smirk of disgust. Something to let me know which way the winds were blowing. I could at least prepare if I had the slightest clue. But I got nothing. 

I was on the cusp of "coming out" with Daniel as a couple. But they weren't going to make it easy. It seemed that if we were going to be a couple in public, we would have to declare as much from our own mouths. Our little hand holding last night and the small clues I felt were glaringly obvious from my point of view were not sufficient evidence to my peers. 

I was used to planning for every eventuality, each way things could go down. I could find the quickest escape route and road to safety and survival without even thinking about it. But now I stood at the center of an intersection with no road signs. How can you plan to run when you aren't even sure when or where your feet will hit the ground? Or even if they will? 

My single solace came from the fact that Daniel was up in the air with me. Better than that, he tethered me to reality, his fingers interwoven with mine keeping me grounded. Without him...I didn't want to think about what could happen without him. I squeezed his fingers tightly and didn't stop until I could feel his heartbeat through my skin. 

I was shaken from inside my skull by the sound of a loud blast from a car horn. The girls reacted almost immediately.

"That's our ride," Adrienne said as she scooted from the booth and smoothed her gown.

"Thank you for a lovely evening, gentlemen," Katy offered demurely, following her friend out. Amanda was last and favored us with a smile and twinkle of her bright green eyes. I wondered what was going on behind those emerald spheres. 

The boys and I made our goodbyes and watched the trio leave. Katy and Adrienne were already to the door when Amanda stopped, turned, and shuffled quickly back to the table. I figured she must have forgotten her purse.

It wasn't until her arms were around my neck and her face pressed next to mine that I realized what was happening. I didn't know what to do! I was frozen in my seat, smelling her light lavender scented skin and completely unable to return her unexpected show of affection.

"I really am sorry, David," she whispered close to my ear. "You didn't deserve that."

She straightened and smiled at me. I think I smiled back. I hope I did.

"You looked great last night, by the way. See you at school!" she chirped and bounced off to rejoin the others.

"Dude, you should see your face right now," Ian snorted as he let out a laugh. "I know you're gay and all that, but she just hugged you. You look like she just showed you her lady parts."

Gordon and Paul (and yes, even Daniel) snickered at that. I was happy to see that the effort redoubled the hangover on both of them.

Once the girls were gone, it became apparent that Gordon and Paul had both been just barely holding it together for their benefit. Paul folded his gangly arms on the table and rested his head on them, covering his eyes. Gordon didn't even cushion his head with his arms, just went forehead first straight to the shellacked table top. I may not have been raised in the Cotillion and proper table manners set, but even I could read the signs that breakfast was at an end.

The drunk boys shuffled towards the parking lot with unintelligible grumbles about Ian hurrying up and driving them home before they puked in his car. The door closed behind them and left Ian, Daniel and I to pay for our meals.

"And I thought I was supposed to be the dense one," Ian said, elbowing Daniel in the ribs, which given the height disparity was located closer to the shoulder than the ribcage. He handed the cashier his credit card. "Seats 1 through 6 please." He smiled at the middle aged woman manning the register. I watched his pecs bounce beneath his tuxedo jacket and saw the poor woman's eyes bulge a bit. 

"They really don't know do they?" Daniel asked. I had finally shaken off most of the shock from Amanda's unexpected physical interaction and returned my attention to their conversation.

"Apparently not. I mean, I guess I had more clues to go on, given the hotel room at the away game and all but still..."

Ian blushed a bit and glanced at me. I winked at him and watched his color deepen to an even more intense scarlet. I loved my natural ability to turn such a large and masculine man into a stereotypical quivering school girl with only a wink of my eye. Ian cleared his throat and ran his fingers through his short hair while he composed himself.

"So how was your night?" he asked me, stuffing his long white paper receipt into his pocket as Daniel handed the cashier his debit card to pay for his and my meals. I didn't even hesitate or try to offer him money to cover my own breakfast. It hadn't taken very long for me to get used to the idea that, sometimes, Daniel would just take care of me. I made a mental note to save up some money to take him out to dinner on my own dime someday soon.

"Good," I said, my face heating this time as I recalled our sexually adventurous trip back to Daniel's house from the ballroom. "Very good." 

I smiled and glanced at Daniel, found him already looking in my direction. We shared a small smile and I walked past him when he held the clear glass door open for me and Ian to leave International waters and return to American soil.

Ian followed us to Daniel's red Jeep, easily found amongst the assembled vehicles. I scooted in on the passenger side and Ian followed Daniel to the driver's. Daniel sat and started the Jeep easily. Ian rested his forearms on Daniel's fully open window and leaned easily inside the cab. His massive shoulders and bull-like chest blocked the entire open space. I realized that perhaps Ian's own massive SUV wasn't a sign of his parent's higher than average income level, but rather a necessity for a boy who was built larger than two average men put together. 




Speech and Debate Pt. 11



Daniel reached for my hand on the middle console and I took it without thought. I was amazed at the quickness with which ease of affection had taken over my life. At least around Ian. I instinctively trusted him. Yes, we were in public, but the semi-private space of the car, only seen by Ian was a safe space for us. Ian smiled at us from his easy leaning stance.

"Nice. Very nice. I'm happy for the two of you. Really," Ian said, his usually macho bravado replaced with sincere interest. Daniel returned Ian's smile and squeezed my hand again. 

Ian straightened and looked around the parking lot for his own vehicle. It was easier to find, even than the bright red Jeep; not only because it was a massive black vehicle that wouldn't have been out of place in a war zone, but also because either Gordon or Tall Paul were loudly depositing the contents of their stomach on the ground somewhere near it's general vicinity . Ian's face screwed up in annoyance.

"Jack asses. Both of them," he sighed. "See you guys at school, yeah?" we both nodded. Ian waved his goodbye and vacated the driver side window. 

His shoulders were gone for only a moment before he returned in a flash.

"By the way, I know they rest of these weirdoes are blind, deaf, and dumb, but what's the deal with school? Are you guys...are you 'out?' Boyfriends? Not that I care, of course. I just wanna know what to expect is all."

Daniel looked to me and raised his eyebrows with the questions, allowing me the honor of response. His eyes were open and hopeful. And my stomach was suddenly in knots again, and not just from Daniel's beauty.

"I don't know yet," I said quietly. "We are...we...I,... I don't know. We're together. Boyfriends, I guess, works. Maybe. I'm just not sure."

Daniel's face fell a little bit. I wondered if he was somehow excited to come out, like a soldier on the front lines on an ancient battle field waiting for the horn to sound the advance, bouncing on his toes, adrenaline making him feel invincible and immortal. I envied him that. I was excited, of course I was. But I was also even more terrified. Daniel and Ian hadn't ever had to undergo the negative side of the social order. Their optimism was infectious, but I had real life experience, honest to god scars and wounds that would never let me forget that people, even or maybe especially teenagers, have a capacity for causing pain and torment the likes of which would make a serial killer blush. 

"I love him. He loves me," Daniel said, turning to face Ian again and favoring me with another squeeze of my hand. He could have been saying, "My Jeep is red." It was that matter of fact.

Ian's face split into a wide smile. When he smiled like that, I was able to forget his bulk and muscles, his masculinity and bluster. That smile revealed the boy he'd been, and the teenager he truly was.

"Heard, received, and understood," Ian quipped, his voice rising. It was a little disconcerting to watch a man like him bounce on his toes in excitement. Disconcerting because it ran counter to my own stereotypes of how a guy like him SHOULD act. But I'd be damned if it didn't make me love the big muscled lummox. I wondered if I had somehow stumbled into a "big brother/little brother" kind of relationship with him.

"Oh. I forgot to tell you. You owe me fifty bucks," Ian said, holding out his open palm as if he expected Daniel to fill it with cash right then. "My Dad got a call from the Limo company that there was an additional cleaning charge. Apparently, someone left a bit of a sticky mess in the back seat?"

Daniel cleared his throat and adjusted the rear view mirror to avoid looking at his teammate directly. 

"I'll give it to you at school."

Ian laughed, waved to the both of us and walked to his SUV and the two jocks-in-distress that waited for him there. Daniel and I were in a full blown fit of giggles and guffaws before we had fully pulled out of the parking lot.

The next afternoon, a bright and clear Spring Sunday, I waited in the parking lot of one of the gigantic public high schools for Daniel to finish his SAT's. He had huffed and puffed and sulked about having to wake up at the crack of dawn to take a test that was essentially for the sake of his health at this point. But his mamma had held firm and Adam had held his smirks and side-eyed glances to a minimum as his littler brother twisted and tried to evade three and a half ours of pointless standardization. 

I had picked him up from his house early that morning, the first time he would be riding in MY car. He was too pre occupied and brooding over his own misfortune to put up any resistance when I offered to drive. I spent the hours in the parking lot studying for finals next week and listening to the radio. Unlike the commonly held assumption of teenagers and their loud, crazy tastes in music, I preferred NPR.

Surprise, surprise. The nerd enjoyed public radio. But at least I could pronounce the name of the Prime Minister of Israel. I doubted the majority of my classmates could. 

People began to trickle out of the square brick building. In one's and two's at first, around the two hour mark. Soon, they began to leave the building at a faster clip. I exited my car and leaned casually against the hood and waited for Daniel to appear. Before too long, he emerged, located me immediately and walked towards me, picking up his speed as he approached. He wore a look of abstract annoyance that quickly brightened to a broad smile when he was nearer.

"So, how'd it go?" I asked as brightly as I could without being comical, wanting to show my support of his academic endeavor, but also back up his own obvious feelings towards the futility of the task in the first place.

"Better than expected," he said when he was within a few feet of me. "Might actually get a better score. Guess I had a good teacher."

Though dozens of students and their parents milled about the parking lot around us, Daniel paid them no mind. He pulled near to me and pressed himself against my legs to lean in and kiss me fully on the mouth. He held the kiss for a while, enough time for the shock of the public display to wear off and my stomach to launch the squad of butterflies it kept in reserve for moments like this when Daniel touched me. 

When he pulled away, he looked into my eyes, searching for some sign of how his kiss had been received. To his credit, he had kissed me so thoroughly and my emotions for him ran so deep into my core that I didn't even glance around to see if anyone had been watching or if we had been discovered. It was highly unlikely that any of our own classmates would be in attendance, but still, the possibility of a negative reaction from the strangers in the parking lot was high.

"Gross," one pimple ridden red headed boy muttered as he passed.

"Fuck off, ass hat," Daniel spat at his retreating back. 

The boy turned, obviously shocked that his utterance had been heard and unsure what to do next. Daniel lurched towards him, as if he would pounce on the poor boy (who I shouldn't really sympathize with, given his apparent bigotry) stumbled backwards, lost his footing and crashed to the ground. He scrambled to get up and gather his fallen pencils and calculator and walked away at a much faster pace than was absolutely necessary, never quite breaking into a run, though he pushed the limits of walking to their edge. 

Daniel and I were both watching his retreating back when a familiar voice grabbed our combined attention. I was seated on my hood with my legs slightly spread, Daniel's arms around my waist and his thighs in the open space between my own.

"Well, that makes much more sense," it said.

Daniel and I turned and the blood drained from out faces, which meant I must have been nearly translucent while Daniel took on my usual pale pallor.

Katy held her binder in her crossed arms and a designer bag was looped over her shoulder. She wore a tight white button down blouse and deep green pencil skirt that hugged her thighs all the way to her knees and highlighted her cream colored high heels. Leave it to one of the popular girls to dress to the nines for the SAT's. She got no few looks from boys and girls alike as they passed, mostly dressed in plaid pajama bottoms and hoodies, but she didn't pay them any mind.

My mind was in a whirlwind of panic and fear. 

Katy! She was the logical successor to Amy, now that the former it-girl seemed well and truly dethroned. And she was staring at me and Daniel. This wasn't an easy explained hand holding. We had kissed. In public. How could we have been so stupid!

"Katy!" I stammered, trying in vain to disentangle myself from Daniel. He was having none of it. He held me firmly in his arms and refused to move his knees from my front bumper, effectively trapping me beneath him. "Umm...I...It's..."

Katy giggled a bit. I had heard that laugh before. It usually preceded a popular girl launching into an attack that would leave her victim breathless and destroyed while she remained poised and aloof.

"Save your breath, David." She started and my heart sank. "I guess Amy was right, huh? I mean, she still deserved what she got, and more besides, but she was right." She laughed again. "Close your mouth, hun, or you're liable to catch flies."

My mouth snapped shut with an audible click of my teeth. My eyes remained wide and unblinking. I wondered if Daniel wore a similar expression but I dared not tear my gaze from Katy to check.

"You make a cute couple. Odd. But cute," she declared, cocking her head to the side like an inquisitive owl as she examined us. "What? You were expecting me to be a hateful bitch? You haven't met my little brother. He's in the sixth grade, but judging by the N'SYNC and Britney Spears posters he thinks he's hidden in his closet, you probably will soon enough."

I had to concentrate on keeping my mouth closed. I heard my teeth creak from the pressure and my jaw began to ache. What was happening?!

"I assume no one at school knows yet?" She asked. 

"Ian. And Coach." Daniel said calmly.

"And you want to keep it that way?"

Daniel turned to me, leaving me the room to answer her question. I was still paralyzed so Daniel took the lead.

"For now."

Katy nodded.

"Cool," she said easily. "How'd you do? I think it was okay, but I'm shit at math still."

Just like that, it was done. I was suddenly wracked with guilt. For months, years really, I had judged Katy to be a vapid soulless automaton incapable of her own thought and blindly following the social norms. And here she was faced with something that went fully against those expected norms; and she took it in stride without a moments' hesitation. She showed none of the apprehension and anxiety that I myself struggled through even now. Though we hadn't ever spoken and my judgements of her had always been internal, I felt the need to apologize to her for my inner monologue. I didn't. But I felt I should.

"It was alright," Daniel said.

"Well, I'll see you guys at school tomorrow then?"

Daniel nodded and I think my head may have bobbed up and down imperceptibly. That was all I could manage at the time. Katy smiled again and swayed away, tottering confidently on her designer high heels towards the bright gold Mercedes convertible I should have recognized as her own parked a few spaces away. 

Daniel was positively BEAMING at me. He kissed me dramatically and his face shone like the sun.

"Well, that went better than I'd anticipated!"

I tried to work some moisture back into my mouth, which had been dry as a bone since Katy first approached.

"Yeah. I...I...dunno what to think."

Daniel's hand came to my cheek and he turned my eyes to focus on his own.

"Think about how nice it will feel to jump into my swimming pool. Come on! We've got a few good hours left before the sun sets and I want to go swimming."

"You drive," I said, fishing my keys from my front pocket and handing them to him. "I don't think I can focus." 

Daniel took them and in no time, we were headed back to his house in my old beat up Toyota, apparently planning to take a dip in his swimming pool.

There was a note on the kitchen counter when we entered stating that his Mom and Dad were out at a church function and wouldn't be home until around 7:00 PM and that Adam was at a friends' house until later in the evening as well. There was a casserole in the oven if he got hungry.

"Looks like we have the place to ourselves for a few hours," Daniel said mischievously as he read the note and placed it back on the marble counter. "What ever shall we do?"

I cozied up to his broad chest and snaked my arms around his lower back.

"You mentioned something about a swim?" I said and kissed him gently. He moaned a bit when our lips touched and ground his pelvis lightly into mine.

"But I don't have a suit. Can I borrow one?"

"Mmhmm," Daniel said, letting his hands rest on my ass and pinching it firmly. "I have the perfect one picked out just for you. It's out back in the pool shed."

I hadn't ever been to Daniel's back yard before. I had spied the pool and it's accompanying hot tub from the driveway, but it did little to prepare me for what I found. The pool itself was large and shaped vaguely like an amoeba of some kind, with a wide stone stairway at the shallow end. At the far deep end of the pool a constant waterfall flowed from about 3 feet above the pool's edge, the source of which was the large hot tub built above it. The hot tub itself was big enough to easily accommodate 5 or more people and began bubbling away when Daniel flipped a switch on the wall next to the back door. 

The large multi-level wooden deck wrapped the entire length of the mini-mansion and the grounds were landscaped to perfection. A hammock hung between two tall sturdy trees near the far left corner and a stone fire pit and outdoor permanent cooking area rounded out the space. My family had a little circular charcoal grill that we kept out back. The gas fueled monstrosity that was built into the cooking area was twice as wide as a normal stove. Fourth of July Barbecues would be a simple affair on that grill.

The "pool shed," as Daniel had called it, was most certainly a misnomer. Most middle class people in the south have a shed out back to store their yard equipment. Daniel's family was not most people. Where I was expecting a modest 10 foot by 10 foot siding cover windowless shack, I found instead a brick lined square building complete with windows and a sliding glass door that could have easily been large enough for a one bedroom apartment in any major metropolis.

Inside, it was carpeted and held a seating area and full bathroom with a shower and a small mini kitchen area. Imagine a beach house but in smaller proportion. 

Daniel paid no attention to his surroundings as he headed straight through the sliding glass door for the tall white dresser in the back and opened the bottom drawer. I, however, did my best not to have my eyes pop from their sockets.

"I have a lot to choose from," Daniel called boyishly. "But, I think I want to see you in this one."

The sheer paucity of fabric that he held between his long fingers was appalling. Well, enthralling AND appalling. The black and white lycra was done in a checkered pattern that made my head spin a bit from the busyness of it...and man, it was TINY. Speedo cut in the briefs style, it looked like it would ride high up on my hips. I idly wondered if it would even cover my cock and balls. I wondered less idly if that was the point of Daniels' choice in the first place.

"You have a dirty mind, my love," I said as I paced towards him and took the suit from his outstretched arms, brushing a quick kiss across his lips in the taking.

"You knew that from day one," he announced, fully taking responsibility for his choice. "But fair is fair. There's a lot to choose from. I picked yours, so you get to pick mine."

I surveyed the drawer and found it to be stuffed to the brim with a blinding array of colors and options in every conceivable style, cut, and fabric. I sifted through them for a bit and finally settled on my choice. I held them out for Daniel to see.

"Now who's got the dirty mind," he mused, taking my offering. "Get dressed in here. I'm gonna change outside. I want to be surprised when I see you."

With that, he bounded out of the pool shed and out to the yard. I removed my pants and boxer briefs, letting the warm summer air flow over the skin of my cock and balls. I stepped into the tiny swimsuit and pulled it up to my hips. I had to admit the feel of the fabric stretching over my bulge was...alluring. The sides were maybe two inches thick but the front covered my ample package with ease, stretching to accommodate me while lifting and pushing my manhood out for full inspection. I did a quick turn in front of the full length mirror and was not disappointed with what I saw. I giggled how the black and white checks over my cock were MUCH stretched and distorted when compared to the less fully packed areas of my ass and hips. 

I grabbed a towel from a large pile on one of the padded chairs by the door and headed out to the yard.

Daniel had his back to me, allowing me to gaze hungrily over the wide broad plains of him, from the mounded shoulders to his narrowing waist. His skin was smooth and gleamed in the afternoon sunlight, seeming to drink it in. I could tell that when I finally touched him, he would be warm like something delicious just pulled from the oven. My mouth watered.

My choice for his suit was...perfection. 

They were small shorts in hunter green nylon that resembled parachute fabric, but matte not shiny. The detail on the hems and the string that tied in front was a neon yellow so bright it would never be seen in nature. One reason I had chosen the suit was for its cut. The back and the front were not joined by a seam at the hips, they simply overlaid each other, creating a little flap that would widen when he moved his legs in any direction. Built in, was a mesh undergarment meant to hold his ample balls and uncut cock in place and from where he stood with one leg slightly in front of the other, I could see the split at the hips giving me a small peak at the white mesh that ran around his thighs. The shorts cupped his muscled bubble butt perfectly, stretching over his cheeks while displaying them in their individual glory. And the length was ideal, at least for me. They stopped just at his upper thighs, maybe two inches below his ass.

"Holy mother of god," I nearly bleated, gaining his attention so that he turned to face me.

"Speak for yourself..." Daniel sighed, looking me up and and own and doing nothing to cover up his obviously growing lust. His hand cupped his own well amplified package and he squeezed himself hard. With his other hand he beckoned me forward to meet him.

I walked a little cautiously, letting the feel of the spring grass beneath my bare feet sink in and the warmth that began to stream down on my shoulders and chest bring me to life. When I was within his arms reach, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into him. My lycra covered cock ground into his nylon shorts and his strong fingers gripped my ass, lifted me onto my toes.

"I am going to do horrible, unspeakable things to you," he announced quietly as his lips pressed close to my ear. "I hope you didn't have plans today."

"Mmmm," I whimpered, feeling his hot wet tongue as he traveled the sensitive skin of my neck and up towards my ear. "I'm all yours."

He pulled my face down and kissed me fiercely, pulling my breath into his mouth and driving me onto my toes. I felt my cock twitch to life in my speedoes and felt Daniel's member growing inside it's mesh binding. I lost track of where I was, the sun blinding me from nearly directly over head and my body responding to Daniel's touch and kiss by firing on all cylinders. I didn't even sense the change in motion or directions, never realized my feet had left the ground...




Speech and Debate Pt. 11



Until, still locked in Daniel's kiss, my world went into total shock when he leaned back and dragged us both into the water.

I knew right away not to struggle. There was nothing to struggle against. I held my eyes closed and marveled at how cold the water was on my formerly hot skin. I could still feel every degree of body heat from my man who grabbed me tightly to his chest, as if the water should be boiling around our hips and cocks from the temperature difference alone. I didn't kick my feet or search for the surface. I let Daniel hold me there, knowing he wouldn't harm me or let me drown. He would bring us up.

I felt my head rise above the water but I didn't gasp for air. My lips were still on his, my tongue swirling around in his mouth and his in, over, and around mine. I breathed through my nose and felt Daniel do the same. The water against my back, flowing over my sides made it clear Daniel was moving us. My own legs had wrapped around his waist, my arms around his neck and I clung to him like a very wet, very satisfied Koala. 

My back crashed into the tile of the pool wall, knocking my mouth free from Daniel's with the impact. He didn't miss a beat, but placed his lips on the crook of my neck, licking and sucking at my now wet skin, grinding into my hips and thrusting me against the wall. 

"Oh fuck, yes..."I groaned, one of my hands grabbing for the molded concrete lip of the pool that hung somewhere above my head, taking some of the pressure off Daniel to keep us afloat. 

Daniel's lips left my neck just long enough to speak.

"I know I just got you into that suit, but now I want you out of it. Come on." 

He dove under the water and I watched as his body rocketed away from me, towards the shallow end of the pool. Even with the rippling water distorting his image to my eyes, he was still too beautiful for words. I dove and swam after him before he got too far ahead. 

My feet on the bottom of the pool was a welcome reminder that I still had legs and they worked, however shaky Daniel's opening forays had made them. Daniel had pulled himself up onto the wide cement steps that took up the largest portion of the shallow end. He lounged back on his elbows so that the water came up to his chest, and his feet floated out in front. His dark black hair shone wetly and made him look even more dangerous and appealing than usual.

I swam up to him and pulled myself so that my body floated over his, kissing him and pressing him into the stairs, thankful that the water was shallow enough he didn't slip under it's surface. Daniel's fingers pried the tight fabric away from my waist so that he could grab both globes of my ass directly, maneuvering the fabric under my ass cheeks, exposing my nakedness to the warm sun.

"God, I love your ass, baby," he groaned into me, one thick finger working into my crack and pressing lightly on my hole, never pushing inside, just pressing to the brink. I kissed him and sucked air through his lungs against the shaking his finger had set me to.

"Mmmm?" I moaned, "Prove it."

Daniel's athletic abilities still shocked me. I should have known better than to dare him to do anything when he could have snapped any bone in my body without breaking a sweat. My torso flipped and I just had time to bring my arms down in front of me onto the second highest step. Daniel's body was suddenly no longer underneath me, and my ankles were flying backwards so that I was held in a super man position on my forearms.

Daniel's head emerged from under the water right between my knees. He spread my legs easily and placed them on his shoulders, wrapping his forearms around my thighs so that I couldn't escape him. I'm not sure, but I think he knelt on the bottom step, the water came just to his collar bones. He had to sink below the surface again to pull my suit fully from my legs and toss it with a wet thump to the pool deck in front of us. 

I didn't have any warning or signal for what he was going to do. My legs behind me and my arms folded in front of me, I couldn't see Daniel no matter how hard I twisted my torso to catch a glimpse.

But I felt him.

His teeth bit down hard on my left ass cheek and I screamed in pleasure. His strong fingers kneaded my muscles, deep and hard, spreading my cheeks with ease and exposing my pink opening to the sun.

He dove at it with gusto. His tongue flicked and swirled on my hole, making my body shake. If I hadn't been supported by the step I would have lost all control. I let out a long wordless "ahhhh," while he worked me, over and over and over. He was not being gentle. Not loving licks or small swirls of light pressure. No. He was well and truly fucking my hole with his strong tongue with everything he could.

He growled in his chest as he did, shaking his head back and forth and pushing his tongue deeper into me. I could feel the coarse yet soft hairs of his chin against the skin of my perineum. My cock pulsed and shot a jet of precum into the clear water, mixing and disappearing. I didn't even care that other people had to swim in there at some point. I was too focused on the firestorm of pleasure and sensation Daniel had just released onto my hole.

"Ahh...oh...god, baby...mmm...don't stop...oh god, please...fuck me...god I want you to fuck me so bad." 

I am not ashamed to say that I whined and whimpered those words like a bitch in heat. Because I was. I was so turned on I wouldn't have stopped Daniel had the entire school suddenly waltzed through the back door with towels in hand ready for a pool party. Let them watch. This felt too good to stop for any reason.

My legs were suddenly drifting to the steps, no longer supported on Daniel's rippling shoulders. Before they reached the step three below my arms, Daniel's hands were on my hips and his suit-covered-cock pushed against my well-loosened hole with such force that I jerked forward.

"You want my cock, baby? You want me to fuck you out here in the open?"

I nodded vigorously and wiggled my hips against his obviously hard cock, trying to fuck myself against him even before he was exposed. 

"Mmm, yes baby. Pound my ass. Please!" 

I was out of control with lust. I prided myself on always being in control of my emotions and my body, but I had lost all of that. I was an animal right now, acting on instinct alone. I knew exactly what I wanted and who was going to give it to me. Decorum and control be damned, I needed to get fucked right then.

My heart was fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird, my body on high alert in the hunt for what it craved. Daniel's hips were suddenly absent from my ass, his hard cock missing from where it belonged. 

Without warning, my vision flashed to whiteness, my muscles turned to water and I collapsed to the step, just barely avoiding cracking my chin on the hard cement. My mouth opened, my throat seized, a strangled grunt the only sound I could manufacture. I felt as if I was completely outside of my body, the part that made me somewhere far away, leaving my physical form to survive as best it could, a match head flickering to bright flame in the space of a heartbeat.

Daniel had not held back when he slammed his cock into me, not eased in or waited for my body to respond and react to him. His fingers ground into the tender skin of my hips, pressing until I felt the bones creak beneath his pressure. The soft hairs of his pubes were forced to my ass as he wiggled himself deeper and deeper inside me.

My body shook, and my skin was on fire but I shivered all the same. Daniel sensed my surrender to him, my total and complete willingness to put myself in his hands. I hadn't even fully registered what had happened when he pulled himself nearly all the way out of me and forcefully slammed back inside, reigniting the waves all over again.

At the edge of my mind, where I still had some connection to my body I could just make out a rhythm, like war drums, never ceasing, pounding out a steady beat. 

Prum. Prum. Prum. Prum. I focused on that sound, let it guide my mind, lead me back to my body. The mists lifted a bit and the drumming became clearer, it's origins easily explained: Daniel's hips ramming into my tender ass over and over as he fucked me senseless.

"Take my cock, baby! Yeah...god it's so good!" Daniel grunted behind me. The dichotomy between the gentle sincere words of love and honor we had exchanged and the pure lust that saturated his voice as he took me only served to heighten my pleasure. I screamed with abandon, letting it pour from me without reservation, thought, or care. Let them hear me, whomever they may be. I didn't care. I was somewhere beyond bliss.

Daniel never slowed, never slackened, only sped up to a blistering pace, his cock a pistoning blur as it invaded me. My hole jerked and twitched around him, but as hard as I squeezed, no matter the force I could muster to hold him inside, my defenses were no match for his power. He owned my body, he could do what he liked, with my full permission. I felt myself getting nearer to that cliff, felt Daniel pushing me ever closer to it. It would be a race to see who would get there first. I dared not reach beneath me to touch my cock, dared not try to stem the near constant flow of crystal pre cum that I leaked into the clear, cold water.

"You're gonna take my load. I'm gonna bust inside you...FUCK! God, baby, take my load!"

Daniel's cock slammed into me to the hilt at the same time that his hand slid around my waist and grabbed my cock in a vice grip, squeezing until I thought he might cause it to explode. His first jet of cum was hotter than anything he'd ever given me before, more full of his animal passions. It permeated me and stopped my breath. I felt my orgasm coming with extreme force...until it ran into Daniel's hands and was stopped. He held my cum inside me, refusing to let me spill myself until he allowed it. 

Slam.

His hips pounded me again, punctuating his throbbing cock filling me with a second stream of white hot love.

Slam.

A third.

Slam.

A fifth.

And then...I was empty. Daniel's cock was gone from inside me and I felt his cum leaking from my abused hole, down my thighs. I didn't have time to miss it...Daniel's free arm wrapped around my stomach and pulled me backwards from the step I leaned on, throwing me over his head until my back splashed to the open water. His hands never left my cock, never allowed my still pent orgasm to go. I don't know how he did it, what level of acrobatics it required for him to achieve it, but before my feet settled to the pool floor, Daniel's black hair disappeared beneath the water and his mouth engulfed my cock head, his lips forming a tight ring just below the rim.

And then he let his grip on my cock slacken.

Have you ever seen the videos of people waiting outside of the Wal-Mart on Black Friday? The mad-dash rushing when they finally open the door? Yeah, that's nothing compared to the force of my first shot.

I half expected to watch Daniel be blown bodily away from me. I felt my cock head on his tongue, the tip of it tickling my shaft. My fingers immediately went to his hair underneath the water and I emptied myself into him, over and over until I was sure he would drown.

My cock was still twitching wildly beneath the water when Daniel surfaced, wiping his eyes and licking his lips. He smiled at me and made a great show of swallowing my load as I watched.

"Well that took some talent."

Daniel's body was instantly in front of mine, his arms spread wide and his back pressed to my chest as if to shield me from whizzing bullets.

Adam stood on the pool deck, arms folded across his chest. From our position below him and with his back to the sun, his face was partially obscured.

"I hope you swallowed all of it. I don't want to be swimming in David's baby goo," he chuckled. He peeled off his shirt and let it fall to the ground in a heap.

"What are you doing here, Adam?" Daniel asked brusquely. "Mom said you were gone for the evening."

"Change of plans, dipshit." Adam kicked off his sneakers and pulled off his socks.

"How long were you watching us, fucking pervert?"

"Long enough." His belt buckle clicked metallically as he undid the clasp.

I had never seen Adam without his shirt. To be sure, he was nothing when compared to Daniel. He was somewhat taller, more lean than muscular with a small amount of fat that clung to his stomach and sides. He didn't have the washboard abs of his younger sibling or the mounded chest. Where Daniel had a forrest of soft black hair, Adam sprouted only a few curly hairs in the middle of his chest and a few around each nipple. It was amazing to me that these two could be related and yet so different.

Adams shorts hit the deck and he stepped out of them. He wore a pair of green plaid boxer shorts. He adjusted himself in the thin fabric and made his package bounce before my eyes. Seemed like Daniel got the better end of that bargain as well.

Daniel took my hand under the water and walked me towards the stairs. I followed without comment. My tiny swimsuit was still a good distance away. There was no way I could retrieve it without exposing my nakedness to Adam.

"Daniel, he's going to..." I whispered.

"He's already seen more than he's gonna tell us. Trust me. The guy can be a real dick head sometimes. Eyes forward. Concentrate on me and let's just get back inside."

I stepped up onto the first step and felt my bare ass cheek rise out of the water at the same moment I heard a giant splash that meant Adam had dived in. Daniel squeezed my hand and walked at a stead pace up the steps. My knees wanted to shake, and it seemed like I could feel Adam's eyes on my skin. I wasn't sure if it was his eyes on me or the cooling air that made me break out in goosebumps.

"You have a good eye, little bro." Adam teased. 

Well, at least I knew he was looking, now.

"Shut it, fuck face," Daniel snapped.

I didn't turn to look at Adam as Daniel gathered my suit and handed me a towel. I was wrapping it around my waist when I felt something slap against my skin, right between my shoulder blades, then drop to the deck with a splat.

"Can you put those on the chair for me, David?" Adam asked.

I turned and saw what he had apparently thrown at me. The green plaid of his discarded boxers was almost black when wet.

"Get it yourself," Daniel nearly screamed. I finished putting the towel around my waist and let Daniel lead me quickly back into the main house.

Adam's childish laughter was cut off by a loud thud when Daniel slammed the door behind us. 

"FUCK!" he bellowed. 

I wrapped my arms around Daniel's waist and pressed my chest to his back, feeling his breathing return to normal, his heartbeat slow. I kissed the back of his neck and heard a little sigh escape him. We were dripping onto the kitchen floor, but I don't think Daniel cared. 

He had given me what I'd needed. And it was my turn to return the favor.

I was coming to see that this give and take, in balance and turn, lay at the heart of love; At least, at the heart of this, my first love. I wondered what more I had still to learn. 

I would wonder tomorrow. Now, Daniel needed me, and that was all that mattered.



Speech and Debate Pt. 12



Apologies that this chapter took a little longer than expected. As you can see, the chapters are actually getting longer and longer each time. There are still more chapters on the way...and a possibility of a side line extension once this main series comes to a close. Fingers crossed!

DISCLAIMER: The following fictional story deals with sex among males. If you are offended by such material, are too young, or reside in an area where it is not allowed, depart. Though not observed in this story, care enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe sex.

The author retains all rights. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the author's consent.

~D.A.M~

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Carrot or Stick? Yes, Please.

By D A Mackey

For a lot of people, maybe even most people, the week of Final Examinations is full of late night study sessions, Red Bull, espresso and stress fueled panic attacks complete with existential melt downs. For me, it was like closure: a sweet and easy goodbye to a course and a teacher who had helped me expand my horizons just a little bit more. Or, if they hadn't, and I had been bored and coasting or worse, completely uninspired, then it was a lovely "Dear John" letter to end the torment and make a clean break. 

I floated about without a care in the world. At least not an academic one. This was my final Finals week and I wanted to make sure I remembered it. It signaled the end of a very significant portion of my life to that point and the changes I had gone through to get there. I pushed the other hypotheticals that buzzed around this transitionary time to the back of my mind. 

What would happen to Daniel and I, what the summer might hold in store, and our futures,...I did not want to think on that. Not yet. This week was special to me for a different reason, reminding me where I came from and the person I still was inside, keeping me grounded as the rest of my life swirled in semi-organized chaos. 

I was in one of my daydreaming modes, having just handed in my final exam to Dr. Plarston. I was going to miss her after graduation, but she had given me her personal email address in case I wanted to keep in touch in college. I was lost in a fantasy of my future educators, men and women I had yet to meet, when a 200 lb boulder of man flesh crashed into me from behind.

The breath was squeezed from my body like I was an old balloon and I swear I could hear my ribs creak when Ian gathered me up into a crushing bear hug. My feet dangled uselessly half a foot above the ground and he shook me from side to side like a dog with a chew toy until I got dizzy.

"Put me down, jack ass! You're gonna kill me!" I croaked, hoping he could hear me as the darkness crept in on the edges of my vision.

As quickly as it started, it was over and I gulped air into my lungs with audible gasps.

"Dude!" Ian exclaimed, "You are the absolute best!"

"Thanks," I replied, unsure what he was driving at. "I know that already, but it's always good to hear."

I winked at him and he favored me with a broad smile and a punch to my shoulder that sent me reeling backwards. He steadied me with one massive arm and a blush that said he still wasn't always aware of his own strength.

"I just finished my US History final," he continued, "and I think I blew that mother fucker out of the water! At least, I knew most of the answers right off the bat."

I smiled at him with genuine happiness. I hadn't done much to improve his academic efforts. Not really. Just a few pointers here and there about study techniques and ways to remember things for taking tests. It seemed as if my meager efforts had paid off for him. I was thrilled to have provided some minor assistance.

"I'm glad to hear it, Ian," I said and did my best to return his friendly punch to the arm, but with little effect. As I watched Ian's joyous expression begin to return to normal, I saw something from the corner of my eye that caught my attention.

The annex with its cadre of small benches and big lush trees was filled with students milling about between tests. At one of the benches, the one closest to my favorite reading tree, sat a familiar figure. 

"I'll see you later today, Ian. I have to go, okay?" I said to the big wall of man that stood between me and my next task. Ian turned and followed my line of sight.

"Be careful," he cautioned, understanding what I was about to do without me saying it outright. "I'll see you later. Text me if you need me."

I nodded and gathered myself. 

I stood behind the seated figure for a moment, taking deep breaths and steadying my nerves before I spoke.

"Hi," I said quietly, "mind if I join you?"

Amy looked up at me from her crossed-legged seat on the bench. Her eyes were wide and I realized immediately that I was not going to get anywhere, even with the best of intentions. 

Her face twisted in such a way as to actually mar her physical perfection. I didn't think it was possible, but the hatred I read on her features finally made her appear ugly for the first time in my memory. Her arched brows drew down and her mouth became a thin, pinched line slashing across her face. Her knuckles were white as she clenched the leather strap of her handbag to her lap as if it were a life preserver; not for her, but rather for me. If not for the crowd of people around us, none of whom were paying her any attention, I would wager that she would have launched herself at me and torn me limb from limb with her bare hands. Manicure be damned.

When she spoke, it was through teeth clenched so hard that I imagined I could hear them creaking under the pressure.

"Get the fuck away from me." 

There was no doubt that she wanted to do me harm. Real, physical, lasting damage. Her voice was pure murder. I suddenly wished that I hadn't approached her alone like that, that I had asked Ian to remain behind the tree and on high alert in case she decided to put her previously threatened machinations into real world practice.

I was just beginning to formulate a response, plan a way to get out of there as fast as possible and reassess the situation when Amy's eyes went wide once more and her face drained of color, even through the makeup. She stared past my shoulder.

"Hey!" Katy chirped behind me. I turned and saw the reason that Amy had been so thoroughly cowed. 

"Hi, Katy," I replied. She smiled at me, one graceful hand resting easily on my shoulder. I watched her face transform just as quickly as Amy's had. She looked like nothing so much as a very stern mother figure getting ready to lay down the law.

"People are speaking, Amy. Don't you have somewhere to be?" 

Amy's mouth hung open and her jaw worked silently. I thought I saw her eyes begin to moisten with what I could not bring myself to believe were tears. 

Amy didn't cry. I barely believed she was human, so she COULDN'T cry. But she wore a look that I recognized immediately. I had worn it myself. Many times. The irony was I had usually worn that look BECAUSE of Amy. 

But there was no Daniel to come to her aid. No Ian or baseball team to back her up. Not even her army of minions to support her. That was all gone for her now. I know, logically, that she brought it all on herself. She well and truly deserved what was coming to her. Unlike me and the countless other tormented souls on the bottom of the social hierarchy who were treated with impunity for simply existing, Amy had actually accrued the malice that now rained down upon her. But, I still couldn't help feeling a little bit sorry for her. Only a little.

Amy gathered her bag without a rebuttal and stalked off towards the main building. Just like that, Katy was her usually smiling self. It was beyond strange to NOT be on the receiving end of a popular smack down. I felt like I had just watched a lioness turn on and dismember a decrepit former ruler, put her out of her misery for the good of the pack. It was heartless and cruel in a way, but it was the way of the world, both in the animal kingdom and most especially in high school. Which of the two was more "human" is up for debate. 

"Are you excited for the last home game?" Katy asked, Amy totally forgotten, no hint of remorse or pity for her former mistress even grazing the edge of her voice. "Everyone is going to be there!"

"Of course," I said quietly, doing my best to keep my conflicted emotions to myself for the time being. "It's going to be a great game, I'm sure."

Katy leaned close and put her lips next to my ear.

"Try and keep your hands to yourself until the game's done okay? We can't have our star player distracted." 

She winked one mascaraed eye at me and promptly sashayed away towards the senior parking lot, leaving me a little slack jawed myself. And even more conflicted.

Katy had not been exaggerating when she said everyone was going to be at the final home game. 

Our normal audience (yes, I realize that a sports event does not usually call its' spectators an audience, but everything is at least a little bit of theater when you get right down to it) was more than tripled from the 30-40 we normally expected to well over 100 students, teachers, administrators, parents, and friends crowding the aluminum bleachers. I smiled to see that Dr. Plartston even sat demurely on a seat between the Upper School Headmaster and Coach B. Unless I missed my guess, Coach B's leg came into contact with Dr. Plarstons' more often than was absolutely necessary. 

After all, it was late Spring; the birds and the bees and all of that.

I felt a little sense of foreboding as the game started. This was going to be the final time I would ever be here, doing this, sitting and chatting with the young men who had inexplicably become my friends over the past few months. I wondered, or rather assumed, that each and every one of them had gone through this end of the season transition countless times before, so the effect was much reduced for them. But for me, this would be the first time that something I had participated in with a group, came to a close. I wasn't exactly sure how to respond, or even if the situation demanded a response at all.

I actually contemplated buying a little autograph book and having all the team members sign it for me. But, thankfully, I thought better of it and decided a simple masculine handshake and a hope for continued friendship would suffice. That's what people did in these situations, right? No emotional outpourings or sincere showings of true feelings. That just wasn't done. 

Apparently, High School sports are at least somewhat of a rigged or choreographed spectacle. This was the final game of the season and a send off for a large chunk of the team as they headed into college. They wanted to go out on a bang, so to speak. 

Thus, Coach B had arranged for the opposing team to be a rather underfunded, brand new, 2-22 team. Most of the guys that lined up to shake our hands before the game began wouldn't need to shave more than once a month. Their largest and most developed player would just barely give me a run for my money, and I'd never swung a baseball bat in my life. The fact that Coach B felt that he didn't even need to stay with the team to coach the game, but rather sat in the stands with Dr. Plarston spoke volumes of what he thought of the other teams' chances. 

Daniel got to pitch a few innings as well as take a turn at shortstop. Watching Daniel in his tight white baseball pants lift his leg and hurl that ball towards the terrified freshman at home plate stirred something in me. I had to remember Katy's advice and struggled to keep my hands to myself. 

Ian, however, followed no such logic. He smashed an over-the-fence home run in the fifth inning and, after his victory lap and fist pumping machismo, returned to the dugout where he promptly slapped my ass so hard that my feet left the ground; I yelped like a puppy who just got his tail stepped on.

We won the game handily and I completed filling out the stats sheet I was charged to keep before the final runner had crossed home plate. I handed the sheet to the assistant coach and took my seat on the dugout bench while the rest of the team lined up single file for the "good game" handshake that was customary.

"Get up, dude," Ian commanded from outside, his body far and away the largest in the long line of athletes. "You're a part of this team too. Get out here and shake some hands."

I had never taken part in this ritual with them previously. When our games ended, I always just began my duties of packing up the equipment and tidying up the dugout while my teammates completed the ceremony. 

Daniel looked at me and smiled broadly. He jerked his head and motioned for me to come and join them. I rose and walked towards him, still unsure of my place in all of this, or if it was really okay for me to be there. I stood in front of Daniel and behind Ian near the back of the line with the rest of the Senior players. Paul and Gordon were last in line.

I felt Daniel's fingers on my shoulders, his strong grip kneading the tension and unease from my muscles. He leaned forward and placed his lips close to my ear.

"Don't worry babe. Just breathe. It's alright. You deserve to be here."

Before I could stop myself, before I thought of the possible ramifications, I felt my hand rise and grasp Daniel's own on my left shoulder, squeezing him tightly in my fingers.

"Thanks," I whispered, struggling to control the ever growing mass of emotions that swirled inside me. 

An above average intellect does nothing to prepare you for the undulating sea of hormones and feelings that growing up can sometimes be. 

In fact, now that I think about it, intellect may actually be a hinderance.

"You two sure have gotten close since Prom," Tall Paul quipped jovially from just behind Daniel.

Ian burst out laughing, a raucous and booming chuckle that drew eyes even from the still cheering crowd behind the chain link fence.

"Dude, you need to get your eyes checked," Ian shot over his shoulder, shaking his head in disbelief at Paul's apparent obliviousness. 

Daniel and I turned to look at Paul and Gordon who exchanged confused and bewildered looks. To his credit, Daniel's hand never left my shoulders until the first player of the opposing team held out their palm to him.

The final walk to the locker room was a clouded mixture of elation tinged with the sadness of an ending. Jokes and jockeying were exchanged all around, of course, but the light hearted boyishness that usually pervaded the air after a game was lessened.

For my part, I began to shelve the bags of bats and balls and clipboards as I normally did. I took my time now, trying to remember the feel of everything, the smell, the detail of the mesh bags beneath my finger tips and the plywood storage shelves I threw them onto. I doubted I would ever have the opportunity to do something like this again. Though it was never something I had ever thought I would do in the first place, it was amazing how quickly it had become almost precious to me. 

I wasn't used to endings like this. The closest thing I could compare it to was that sinking feeling I got when I finished a really engaging novel, turned the last page and had to say goodbye to the characters and plot lines I had grown so fond of as they came to life in my head. But even that kind of ending was different; that literary sadness was tempered by the knowledge that I could always turn to the first page once more and find myself right back there, in their world, part of their life. There was no turning back to the beginning now. This book, this chapter, this piece of my life was coming to an end; when that back cover slid shut, there would be nothing left but memory for me to relive. 

If you ever find yourself in a place like that, where you KNOW for certain that this is the last of something, do your best to burn it into your heart, for it can keep you company and warm your soul in the darkest of times.

"Get in the shower, Mr. Manager," Gordon's voice suddenly slurred from the doorway to my storage closet, shaking me from my rather dark internal philosophical musings. 

He had a length of white towel wrapped around his waist but was otherwise naked. Even in my heightened state of emotional conflict, my eyes traveled over his smooth and toned torso, slid down to the outline of his average cock beneath the terry cloth. 

"Hmm?" I asked, raising my eyes so as to not stare. Well, not for too long.

I'm only human, after all, and a gay one at that. Anyone with working eyesight would stare.

"Come on! Don't be shy. We've all got one. Plus we've already seen yours," Tall Paul added, his head popping into view above Gordon's shoulder, a smile on his pale and newly-freckled face. The warmer weather and increase in sun exposure was not easy on men of Irish descent like him. 

"You guys go on. You're the one's who got all sweaty."

"Don't sell yourself short," Gordon admonished lightly. "Math and stats and filling in paperwork is sweaty work too. Come on. It's just us Seniors."

Paul and Gordon both looked at me with open, questioning eyes. They weren't eager for me to join them for any nefarious or even remotely sexual purposes. I got the distinct impression that they actually wanted me there because they truly felt I belonged. I felt my throat clench and my chest tighten, the sincerity of their overture hitting me harder than I would have anticipated. 

So I nodded, flipped the light switch to the storage room, closed the door behind me for what I guessed would be the last time and followed my friends down the hall towards the already steam filled Shower Room.

Paul and Gordon dropped their towels and headed to their respective shower heads without stopping to see if I followed. Though I had seen the guys in the shower many times before, it was still a bit of a surprise to have that much taut and tantalizing man flesh on such ready display. Like stepping into a real life wet dream. 

Paul twisted under the stream of hot water and turned to urge me to join them beneath the spray with a jerk of his head. I did my best not to watch his long, thin cock dangling between his lean thighs. I had no such luck with Daniel.

He was in the middle of the group, Paul and Gordon to his left, and Ian to his right. Like the Sun beside a flashlight, he was all my eyes could truly see. He was facing me, his black hair pushed back from his face and glistening like ebony silk. His beautiful brown eyes drank me in, standing in the doorway, still in my uniform. He raised his eyebrows and his face took on a air of lust and starvation. 

I kicked off my baseball shoes and stripped my socks from my feet, uncaring where they landed or even if they got wet. I wouldn't be needing them any time soon anyhow. I kept my eyes on Daniel while the other guys chatted and washed themselves as if we didn't exist. 

I fumbled with the button of my pants, unzipped them and pushed them to the floor. I watched Daniel's eyes follow them as I stepped out, shivered a bit as his gaze traveled up my calves, my pale thighs, and came to rest on the bulge in my white jock strap. I grabbed myself and pushed my cock and balls towards him a little, loving the way his pupils widened.

My shirt followed quickly after and finally, I pushed my jock to my ankles and took a step towards the shower. How many times had we been here before, the two of us? Naked together in this very shower, the rest of the world a forgotten blur outside the tiled walls? 

The tip of Daniel's tongue traveled across his bottom lip and I felt my skin tighten in goosebumps. My body seemed to recognize our surroundings, wanted to commence with what it normally did when it was here, in this room with Daniel.

The little rivers of soapy water that flowed across Daniel's hairy chest reminded me of watching my own cum drizzle slowly over him. I felt my cock twitch. Daniel's dark brown nipples stood out, hard and erect on his rounded pecs, and my mouth watered, my teeth wanting to bite down on the little nubs of skin and taste him on my tongue.




Speech and Debate Pt. 12



His stomach tensed, each muscle suddenly becoming a distinct rectangle, covered in soft black hair that joined like a river to flow down the center of a valley, leading to the square forrest above his cock. His shaft was thickening, the skin plumping a bit, the thick vein that ran across the top pulsing slightly before my eyes. I watched a little more of his foreskin pull back from his cock head, exposing it to the hot water as his dick rose another centimeter towards full mast.

The water shocked me when it hit my chest. I hadn't been paying attention as I walked forward, only focusing on the man I loved displayed in all of his erotic glory before me, like a Christmas feast I was forbidden to touch. I sucked in my breath against the change in temperature and my eyes fluttered closed, breaking my contact with Daniel.

"Jesus Christ. I know I've seen your cock before, but still...God Damn, Dude, that thing is massive!" Paul nearly giggled, his voice cracking unusually at the end of his outburst, making his face flush red in an instant. 

"Thanks," I replied meekly, letting the water run over my body. I tugged at my cock a bit, since that was the current object of conversation and felt it respond immediately, growing longer and thicker beneath my hand. Daniel's own beautiful cock was already at half-mast, standing almost horizontal but still arching gently towards the floor a bit.

"It is impressive, isn't it," Ian added from behind Daniel. 

His head was full of shampoo and his arms were raised to his scalp, his chest and back drawn up to form a hugely intimidating triangle of strength. When you are that large and that well developed, there is little that can shame you, certainly not your cock: Ian's average member was fully hard and pointed straight at the ceiling, twitching slightly. Paul and Gordon took no notice of it, or seemed not to; but I certainly did. 

I remember when I had taken that rigid shaved cock to the base and sucked the cum from him until he trembled beneath my touch. The memory went a long way in inflating my own dick.

Daniel stared at my hardening cock openly, as did the others. His cock bobbed and expanded in time with my own, growing harder by the second, as if they could sense their mate close at hand.

"It is very impressive," Daniel said languidly. Ian snorted from behind him as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair, his cock still at attention.

"How do you even work with something that big?" Gordon asked. I couldn't tell if he was genuinely curious or just trying to instigate...something. 

But I didn't have time to formulate an answer before one was given for me.

"It's simple really," Daniel said. 

The hot water was as nothing to the jolt of pure white hot electricity that rocketed through my body when Daniel's hand closed around the base of my shaft and jerked me towards him, pulling my whole body forward in a rush

My chest thumped into his, my hips and painfully erect cock ground roughly into his stomach. His free hand gripped the back of my neck and pulled my open-mouthed face downward to meet his in a kiss that sent my entire world hurtling into darkness.

I don't know how long we stayed like that, Daniel's kiss freezing me in place, my tongue following his in a lazy dance around my mouth. My cock pulsed a small jet of precum that I felt slide across Daniel's firm, hairy, stomach. His moan against my tender lips made it clear that he'd felt it too.

When he pulled back he was smiling at me as if we'd just won the Nobel Prize, beaming with such love and joy that I was very nearly overwhelmed. 

"Wow," Paul whispered, catching my attention. His eyes were wide and he seemed frozen in place like I was. 

Ian laughed.

"Seriously. Ditto. Wow." Gordon added, his voice for once not slurred, but crisp and clear.

"We're together," Daniel started. 

He pressed my body to his and slid his strong hands down my back and rested them firmly on my ass, squeezing my cheeks gently. My eyes fluttered a bit and I heard Daniel continue, 

"We have been for months now. Okay?"

Silence. 

For moments that stretched on for weeks in my head, no one spoke.

"He asked you a question, douchebags." Ian finally interjected, his hands on his hips, his still rock hard cock pointing at Gordon and Paul like a wagging finger of admonishment. 

"Yeah. Yeah. We got it." Paul and gordon tripped over themselves to respond. 

I will never be sure if they answered because of Ian's imposing physical form or because they actually got it. From the wide eyed bewildered looks they still wore on their slack jawed faces, I doubted they had fully processed the new information. But they hadn't run screaming in terror from the shower either. So that was something to hold on to.

"Well for my part," Ian said snidely but breaking any lingering tension, "I don't think one little kiss and a grab on the ass is going to prove it to me." 

Daniel's neck nearly snapped when he whipped his head around so fast to face his teammate. Ian stared back innocently and winked. I knew exactly what he was up to, and so did Daniel. I just hadn't expected him to be so forward so soon and in front of the others.

I was still trying to process Ian's overt dare when my shoulder blades slammed into the cold wet tiles of the shower wall. Daniel's hands were on my chest, pressing me backwards, pinning me where I stood. My eyes were wide and rolled in absolute terror.  

What was he doing?

He looked at me, his fingers digging into my skin lightly, pressing gently, letting me know that he was there, he was supporting me. He brushed a gentle kiss against my quivering mouth, momentarily stopping my fears, and then moved his lips to my ear.

"It will be fine baby. Just watch me, and remember... I love you."

Those final three words echoed in my head over and over again. It felt like a dream, something that couldn't possibly be happening, not to me. 

I watched Daniel's eyes slowly lower from my face, but he never broke my gaze. One of his hands stayed on the middle of my chest, pressing into me, feeling my heart beat racing at light speed. His other hand gripped the base of my still rock hard cock.

His tongue made contact with the tip of my prick and he flicked a drop of precum from my slit. He took it into his mouth and tasted me. I watched the light in his eyes crackle like a sparkler on the fourth of July when my essence coated his tastebuds. I saw the fire ignite behind those deep brown pools. As usual, he mesmerized me so that even Paul and Gordon muttering, "holy shit," in tandem only just registered on the edge of my consciousness.

Daniel opened his mouth and I watched the pale pinkish skin of my cock head outlined on his wide tongue and shivered again, for a much different reason this time. 

He sucked me inside, closing his full soft lips around my girth and moving his tongue in ever increasing swirls and flicks against my slit and the super sensitive underside of my shaft. He took his time and my body shook beneath his tremendous efforts.  

He pushed a third of my length into his mouth and I felt his finger nails raking into the skin of my chest, leaving small red furrows in their wake, like a signature that named me his. My fingers, balled into fists held tight at my side until that point, loosened; I moved my hand to the back of his head, winding through his wet silken hair, urging him to continue, go further, take all of me.

Something about the semipublic spectacle, our friends and teammates standing so near, ignited something in Daniel. He began bobbing along my shaft quickly, taking more and more of me into his throat each time. I felt my sensitive cock head press into the strong muscles of his throat and then felt them loosen as my cock sank ever deeper into him. Soon, his hot breath tickled my pubes and his throat muscles pulsed around my entire cock, now engulfed inside him.

"Oh fuck, yes, baby," I moaned.

My head fell back to the tiled wall and my eyes closed so I could focus more on the intense pleasure he was giving me. He held me inside for a few moment before pulling me out entirely so he could kiss and lick the entire length of my shaft and take my aching balls into his warm wet mouth.

He pulled them both inside and rolled them on his tongue like dice. My raging cock laid like some kind of massive scar across his perfect olive skinned face, his beard hair tickling the underside. He moaned around his full load and released me.

"I want to taste your cum," he sighed lustfully. 

If I had been able to pay attention to anything other than the beautiful man kneeling at my feet I would have seen Ian's, Paul's, and Gordon's eyes go as wide as tea cups when they heard those words come from Daniel's lips. 

I also could have seen that all three of them were erect and leaking pre cum. Ian made no pretense and slowly stroked himself with one massive hand as he watched his buddy get ready to take my cum into him.

Daniel's hands slipped down my sides and rested on my hips. He kissed the base of my cock, where my hips met my plate and stared up at me with longing.

"Please?" He asked quietly. 

I nodded.

He opened his mouth once more and took me inside, his cinnamon colored eyes gleaming, his skin flushed and still glistening with a mixture of water and the sweat from his effort on my shaft. I thrust forward and felt him open as my cock disappeared into him.

His hands reached around me and grabbed at my ass, kneading and prodding at my muscles, pulling me forward so he could take more of me into him. He urged me to guide my cock. I obliged. 

Slowly at first but with increasing speed I began to push my hardness in and out of his mouth, watched as his lips accommodated my girth, his eyes alight with pleasure.

His fingers continued their work on my ass and one eventually found its way to my hole. He pressed lightly and I felt my cock spew a large blast of precum into Daniel, who took it gratefully with a loud moan. 

I nodded down at him, hoping he would understand what I wanted. 

He did. 

He pushed his thick finger slowly inside me, letting my ass get used to the new invader, driving me onto my toes. He wiggled it inside me and I knew this wouldn't last much longer. 

"Again...god, yes, Daniel...again!" I whined and grabbed onto his hair roughly. 

I pushing his head further onto my crotch. His finger sank all the way into me, to the final knuckle. Daniel's eyes were wild with lust when my vision could focus enough to see them. My body writhed against his hand, fucking myself on his one digit as he rapidly invaded my hole, in and out in and out, each time arching his thick digit forward to brush my magic button.

"Ahhh...oh fuck...baby...I'm gonna cum...fuck, don't stop."

His finger took on a blistering pace and I felt myself climbing higher and higher, my muscles tensing on their own, my hole lost to a firestorm of pounding pleasure. My fingers gripped Daniel's hair as tight as I could. Daniel read the signs and pulled back from my cock to open his mouth with about two inches of me still inside.

Each blast of my cum that hit the back of his throat made him moan loudly, echoing and bouncing from the tiled walls so that it seemed to rain down on me from everywhere, auditory proof of his pleasure. In the midst of my orgasm I thought I heard similar sounds come from the other boys arrayed behind Daniel. By the fourth or fifth stream Daniel closed his lips over my twitching member and held me inside him, gulping down my offering with ease.

My head spun and I found it difficult to catch my breath. Daniel added to my pleasurable distress when he rose from his crouch to kiss me deeply, pushing his tongue into my mouth with characteristic gusto. I tasted my own seed, still coating his tongue, and my mind daze began anew. 

Daniel's strong hand on the back of my neck stabilized me and kept me from sinking to the ground on legs that refused to work properly. 

When his kiss ended and he pulled back from me, his fingers lightly stroking the nape of my neck to reassure me, I stared into his eyes and saw boyish glee and pleasure dance across their surface like shadows of soaring birds over a calm lake.

He pressed his forehead to mine and kissed me lightly, contentedly, uncaring that the others witnessed our little moment of closeness. The warm breath of his contented sigh played like a summer breeze across my skin. His still erect cock ground into my hips in small circles and my arms encircled his waist without forethought, pulling his body closer into me.

"See?" he whispered, "Nothing to worry about."

"Holy...Jesus Christ!" Paul squeaked, his voice cracking once again. 

Gordon stood at his side with his mouth hanging open. My vision was just clearing enough to take in the three men who surrounded us and had watched Daniel's display and my own eruption. 

Ian's cock twitched in the open air and a river of thick white goo slid down his shaft, occasionally dripping to the floor in a viscous stream. Gordon's prick was at attention and slick with precum while Paul seemed to struggle to remain on his feet, his long thin cock pulsing to the rhythm of his heart, a visible pool of his seed being washed down the drain some two feet in front of him.

"We're gonna leave you to it then," Ian said. 

No one moved. 

Ian cleared his throat and we all jerked to attention. 

"Right, guys? Off we go." 

He jerked his head and raised his eyebrows to indicate that the other guys should exit the shower as quickly as possible. 

Paul and Gordon shuffled towards the exit but before they reached it, while I was still in the middle of scoping out Paul's high, tight, hairless ass, he turned.

"Does this mean you guys are boyfriends now?" 

He seemed embarrassed by the question, and the word "boyfriends" was awkward on his tongue. His eyes dropped to the floor the instant the label left his mouth, unable to look at either Daniel or me. Daniel rolled off of me and leaned against the wall at my side, his hand finding my own and lacing his fingers through mine.

"Don't worry about it. We're together and that's all that matters right now. Just thought you should know is all."

I marveled at his calm. 

He had just revealed something about himself and about US to his friends that could very well have shifted the entire balance of their relationship, thrown all of the past four years into an entirely new light and effectively ended their friendship. It very well still could. Paul and Gordon were obviously processing all of the information and lack of information, drawing conclusions and formulating questions I was sure they would ask us later. Thus far, the signs were positive, but one can never know which way the winds will blow, only adjust the sails accordingly.

"Do you still like girls?" Gordon asked sheepishly. 

His question was obviously meant for Daniel, though he didn't look at either one of us. His still rigid cock gave me the hint that both Paul and Gordon would eventually reconcile to this. I mean, their bodies obviously had no problem with watching what had just happened.

Daniel smirked a little and snorted a small laugh.

"Maybe. Yes? No? I don't know, really. But it doesn't matter. I'm with David now and as you can tell," he reached over and gently fondled my softening cock, making my eyes go wide again and sending an ice cold shiver down my spine, "he is most definitely NOT a girl. So it doesn't matter."

Ian grabbed each of the two boys buy the shoulder, gave Daniel and me a sly wink and a gentle lick of his lips, and lead the group from the shower.

I released a breath I felt like I had been holding inside since the moment Daniel had kissed me in front of them.

"What are you thinking?" Daniel asked softly, his hand still holding mine but a hint of vacillating disquiet in his tone. 

I had gone with him on his seemingly reckless voyage of voyeurism before our teammates, but I hadn't been in the driver's seat. Daniel had to be wondering if I would be angry or upset with him for revealing us, though we had made no real try at remaining hidden.

"I'm thinking that you are amazing, and that I love you. And that was one of the bravest things I've ever seen, not to mention one of the 

best blow jobs you've ever given me."

Daniel let out a raucous laugh and swung around to kiss me again.

"If you liked that, you should see what else I can do," he added coyly. "Come on, let's get going. We have the Baseball Banquet tonight remember? We've got three hours to get home, get dressed, and get back. I need at least an hour of that for other things..."

I can't remember another time I had been motivated to get dressed that quickly in all my life. 

Luckily, Daniel had prepared and packed the clothes he needed to wear for the Banquet before he came to school that morning. We decided to spend the intervening time at my house. My parents were gone to a conference for the weekend and my little sister was staying with her friend. She had decided that it was better to remain under someone else's parental supervision and give up the freedom she could have enjoyed by staying home in order to avoid having to acquiesce to my commands as the older sibling left in charge. Fine by me. 

Daniel helped me pick out an outfit for the evening that he laid out on a chair: a pair of well fitting dark blue jeans that Daniel said made my ass look good enough to eat, a white button down shirt with a skinny black tie, and a grey sport coat that he had bought for me a few weeks ago after a particularly enjoyable evening in which his toes had curled so hard, his feet cramped for a full half hour.

My mind wandered. 

It was a sure sign of my distracted thoughts that I paid little attention to Daniel who lay on his stomach across my bed in his black jeans and black suit jacket. He was, of course, perfection; I would be hard pressed to decide wether I preferred to stare at his ass when it was clothed in denim or displayed in all of its naked glory. 

I shuffled the note cards in my hand and paced back and forth in my cramped room, wishing that we had chosen Daniel's larger domicile so I could take more than two steps before I had to turn and pace in the opposite direction.

"You'll do fine, baby," Daniel said reassuringly from his prostrate position. "You always do."

"It's the Valedictorian speech!" I huffed. "They record it and send copies to every student after graduation! I can't be just FINE!"

My nerves were getting the better of me. I had received word only 24 hours previous that I had clenched the Valedictorian spot and would thus be giving the speech at graduation in a few days. While my initial glee at having beaten my rival nerd, Elizabeth, for the top honors hadn't completely faded, the reality of my situation had begun to take effect. 

Sure, I was a member of the Debate team, but I hadn't had to speak in front of people I KNEW, people who knew ME, and had spent the past four years with me. This was, as they say, a horse of a different color. 

After Daniel's show for the team in the showers a few hours ago, I wondered if this would soon become a horse of rainbow colors. The fallout remained uncertain.

"If you wear your current ensemble I can assure you that no one will even remember you spoke at all," Daniel said as he eyed me up and down.

He was right about that. My outfit was still draped over my chair and I paced my room in nothing but a pair of rather tight bright green undies. I don't know why I hadn't thrown them out years ago, they were far too small for me now. My bulge pulled so hard against the fabric that the elastic at the legs left a 2 centimeter gap and didn't even touch the skin of my thighs. Daniel stared at me hungrily.

"You might not, but trust me everyone else will," I groaned.




Speech and Debate Pt. 12



Daniel maneuvered himself off the bed to stand beside it. He caught my shoulders between his arms as I made another whirling pass and stopped my pacing. 

"Read me some," he said. "I'll do my best to listen and give you my thoughts, if I can stop looking at you." 

His strong grip on my cock through my underwear coupled with a firm kiss made me forget my fears for a moment. I cleared my throat and shuffled my deck of note cards to the first one.

"My fellow students, teachers, administrators, parents, and friends," I began shakily. "We stand here today at the cusp of our futures."

Daniel's arm over my shoulder directed me towards my desk. I was engrossed in the mediocre words I had written and barely noticed the change in location until my thighs bumped into the wood.

"Go on," he urged, "sounds good so far."

"The past four years have taken us from our first bright day on this campus, through the twists and turns of academic achievement."

Daniel kissed the nape of my neck and the words blurred on the card before me.

"Baby," I sighed. "How am I supposed to concentrate on this speech when you do that?" 

His hands were on my hips, his thumbs working their way underneath the elastic of my undies.

"You just read and let me worry about the rest." He kissed my neck again. 

"We have all grown," I continued, "not just physically, but as people. And this school helped us to do that."

Daniel pushed my underwear below the curve of my ass and my cock flopped out and landed with an audible thump onto the top of my desk. I lost my concentration for a moment and had to struggle to regain it.

"We have been shaped by the devotion of our teachers and their unswerving diligeeeAAhhhhh oh, my god!"

Daniel's tongue snaked a very light line down my lower back and through the valley of my ass. I hadn't even heard him kneel behind me but he pressed his face to my cheeks and buried himself between them. His tongue darted over and around my hole, just teasing it lightly, not trying to enter.

Just as quickly as I felt him there, he disappeared.

"See, if we can practice this and get you through the entire speech while I...have some fun with you...then it should be a breeze when you actually have to give it." 

His lips were pressed to my ear, his teeth clamping down lightly on the tender skin. His body was pressed to my back and I arched my ass into him by instinct, my eyes closing, brain igniting with passion.

"Never gonna happen," I admitted. 

There was no way in hell I would ever be able to get through this entire speech if Daniel was toying and twisting and tweaking my body. 

"Maybe not," he admitted, "but it's going to be a lot of fun trying, huh?" 

He nipped at my ear again and my cock throbbed in response. 

"But right now, we gotta get you dressed and out the door. We have 30 minutes to get back for the banquet."

My heart sank, realizing we didn't have time to continue what Daniel had just hinted at. Not right now anyway. I had squandered what little chance there had been with my nervous pacing and unnecessary anxieties. I sighed and nodded as I felt Daniel's body grow distant from me to return to the bed. He sat on the edge placidly, hands folded in his lap. 

I turned to look at him, my cock still hanging from my underwear. 

His eyes widened a bit. I saw my advantage and took it.

"You sure I can't convince you to skip it?" I asked demurely, grabbing my semi-hard cock and wagging it in his general direction. 

"Oh, you could convince me, I'm quite sure. But then you'd miss out on my surprise," he said, barely concealing his obvious desire in his eyes. 

His pants betrayed him, tenting out in front of him, the slimming black doing little to hide what was lurking beneath.

"Surprise?"

Daniel nodded.

"What surprise!?" I asked gleefully as I plopped myself down across his lap, my arm going around his shoulder and giving him a peck on the cheek.

"You'll just have to wait and see, Beautiful." 

He turned my face to kiss me and I melted into him. I could feel the hardening length of his shaft against the still bare skin of my exposed ass, only one thin layer of black denim between me and an hour of ecstasy. 

God, how I wanted to waste that hour with him!

"Okay, I'll take your word for it." 

I leapt from his lap and started towards the clothes he had laid out for me, stuffing my cock back into my too-small underwear in the process.

Daniel leaned back on his elbows and watched me dress, instructing me to turn and show him my ensemble every few moments. I strongly believe that he just wanted to check out my body in various states of undress, but I didn't blame him then and I don't hold it against him now. Not that I was anything much to look at, not in comparison with him or Ian or even Paul and Gordon. But Daniel had a way of making me feel like the most perfect boy in the world, the most pristine and desired, the most beautiful. Just when he looked at me. 

We were only 10 minutes late to the banquet. Daniel had spritzed a bit of Calvin Klein Obsession cologne on his neck while we walked to the car. That had ended with a make out session that very nearly derailed the entire evening. Something about that particular scent...

But we made it, all the same.

The banquet itself took place in the gym. 

Long folding tables were set up in an open rectangle right on the basketball court, with the team taking the longest table under the hoop. The bleachers had been pushed back and the entire gigantic room, much too large for the rather small gathering, glowed under the huge dangling fluorescent lamps. The tables were covered with white table cloths and arranged with blue and green accents. Folding chairs lined the outside ring for the team and the spectators to sit and eat from the buffet table near the entrance.

I was struck by the difference between this gathering and the swanky affair that had been Prom. The term "banquet" implied an English Country Estate type atmosphere, at least to me. I was rather shocked to find that the set up would not have been out of place for any Church Bazaar on any given Sunday in any State below the Mason Dixon Line. 

Players and coaches, teachers and parents all milled about the room at their ease, taking seats at the table to eat the barbecued chicken, corn on the cob and cornbread offered as sustenance for the event. I was glad for the much more casual vibe, having just barely survived the more formal prom setting. 

When Daniel and I entered, Ian greeted us almost immediately. He was dressed smartly in a tailored suit, marking him as the most well-dressed among the spectators who, like Daniel and I, wore some combination of jeans or khakis with polos and button downs. 

"You guys look nice," Ian said casually, his red plastic cup clenched easily in his massive fingers.

"Thanks," we replied in tandem. 

"So," Daniel started, "how are Paul and Gordon taking things?"

"Well enough," Ian said. "Neither talked much on the way to drop them off, but they seem alright now. I don't think you have anything to worry about."

Daniel smiled at his friend, our friend, and clapped him on the shoulder.

"You've been really great with all of this. I can't tell you how much I appreciate it."

"We both do," I added.

Ian shrugged.

"Hell, hot sex is hot sex, right? Plus, the two of you are good together. This one had a tendency to brood a bit and it could get fuckin' annoying as hell before you came along," Ian joked and returned Daniel's friendly clap on the shoulder.

"He's sexy when he gets all dark and moody, though," I replied to a round of light hearted laughter.

"If you say so," Ian added. "Come on, Coach is getting ready to announce MVP in a bit. We should take our seats."

With that, Ian turned and walked towards the long table reserved for the players and Daniel and I followed.

"So you think I'm sexy when I get broody and moody, huh?" Daniel whispered so that only I could hear.

"You're sexy when you just stand there and exist, baby." 

His strong grip on my ass made me jump a bit.

"I don't deserve you, you know that." 

"I know," I joked, "but now you're stuck with me."

His hand lingered on my lower back as he lead me towards the center of the table. I glanced at the name cards arrayed before the folding chairs, searching for my own name as we neared the center of the table. I didn't see it anywhere and my trepidation grew steadily.

Ian pulled out a chair near the very center of the long table and Daniel found his spot next to him, right in the middle. Even Daniel's hand on my back couldn't halt the shock when I read my name on the white card placed to his right. 

What was my name doing in the center of the table?! 

Surely that was a mistake! I should have been down at one of the ends, mingling with the freshmen and sophomores who would move steadily inward as their baseball careers progressed over the coming semesters. I was a senior, of course, but I'd never expected to be placed with the actual players in the seats of honor.

"Surprise." Daniel whispered, pulling out my chair and motioning me to sit. "Well, a small part of it. Coach asked me if it was alright. It was his idea."

I sat in the seat numbly and did my best not to blink, scared I would dislodge a tear and give away my feelings. This was a room full of athletes after all. Tears were something to be shed after losses or injuries, not moments of unexpected joy and belonging.

"I don't know what to say," I murmured as Daniel took his seat beside me. 

His hand rested on my thigh beneath the table and squeezed gently. He didn't remove it. Gordon sat to my right and I suddenly felt very much a part of something. I had feared that our last home game that afternoon would be the end of this camaraderie only to find it extended to this evening. It bolstered my small hopes that perhaps this would just be a transition to something different and new. Not a final curtain. My heart raced at the prospect. 

Just a few short weeks ago, I had no close friends, no one to whom I felt beholden or very much cared about beyond a passing interest. Things had changed so quickly and I had grown accustomed to feeling included. With that inclusion, came the near crippling fear that it would all come crashing down and I'd be thrown once again into my former state of loneliness.

I hadn't truly felt lonely then. But then, I hadn't known what I had been missing. If I were to return to that place now, knowing what I knew, feeling what I felt, the loss would be devastating.

A vision of Amy flashed in my mind and I made the note to attempt another reconciliation. If I felt that fear after only a few weeks, she must have been terrified after four solid years of being on top of the social world. Her world must have been transformed in some rather horrific ways.

"Don't listen to any of those jerk offs, David," Gordon leaned in to whisper to me. 

"What?" I asked. 

My eyes must have been wide and my face a mask of fear or worry. Gordon nodded towards the end of the table where I noticed a few of the younger players looking in my direction and whispering to each other, occasionally laughing to themselves. 

To be honest, I hadn't even noticed them. Gordon must have assumed that my apparent showing of emotion on my features was a direct result of the whispers and twitters coming from the younger students. 

"Guess they figured something out," Gordon continued. "Pay them no mind, they are just ass holes trying to be cool."

So, it seemed the younger players had been paying more attention to the little hints and whispers about me and Daniel than our closest friends had been. If they knew, or assumed, then it was only a matter of time before the rumor was completely enmeshed to all levels of the UpperSchool. At least I had some warning. I would have to prepare Daniel for what was most likely coming our way.

"Can I have your attention!" Coach B bellowed. "Everyone, take your seats please. Settle down."

The room quieted quickly. There was a reason Coach B was a coach and not a teacher. He could command a room with ease. Parents and teachers and athletes alike began to shuffle to their chairs and turned their attention towards Coach who stood at the center of the array of tables.

"As you all know, we had a fantastic season this year. Any time you can win more than you loose, you can call it a good season. And we certainly did that."

The room applauded and Coach B waited for the noise to die down before continuing.

"Now, none of that would have been possible without the efforts and skills of these young men behind me." 

He swung his arms wide to indicate the team, which amazingly, included me. 

"They gave their all to this team and displayed great skill and prowess throughout this season. While each and every one of them deserve to be named Most Valuable Player for this season, that honor can go to only one player. It was a hard decision to make, but one man stood out above the rest. His personal skill, selfless devotion to his teammates and willingness to do anything and everything for our little group went above and beyond. Ladies and Gentlemen, please put your hands together for our MVP...Daniel!"

The room broke into waves of applause and cheers that rang from the iron rafters. Daniel stood slowly to receive his applause and my heart swelled in my chest. I clapped so hard I thought my hands might bleed. When the room quieted, Daniel took a deep breath and began his acceptance speech.

"Thank you Coach B, and thank you to every player that worked so hard this season. Without you, I never could have done this. As most of you know, a lot of what this award symbolizes is leadership. Courage and bravery in the face of obstacles and interference. For that reason, I can't accept this award on my own. The man sitting next to me has shown those qualities far and away more adamantly than any one I've ever met. He's shown not only me, but the entire team what it means to be a man, to face your fears with openness and honesty, and in the process to change the world around you for the better. So I thank you for this award and I ask that you put your hands together for our team manager who made this team worth playing for, David."

As Daniel spoke, my hearing faded to a buzz in my ears, my heart beat the only sound I could focus on. The wild applauding and standing ovation started by the seniors on the team passed in my eyes like slow-motion images in a silent film. Daniel's arm on my shoulder and Gordon's urging from my right somehow managed to lever me onto my feet but I was unable to react with the expected smiles. 

I felt like I had just been struck by lightning. 

"Surprise, my love," Daniel whispered into my left ear.

The tear I had worked so diligently to hold at bay broke though and traveled down my cheek. Daniel brushed it away with a gentle flick of his thumb and smiled at me. 

The remainder of the "banquet" passed by like a dream. I shook hands and nodded and smiled as best I could, but I was only ever able to utter a simple "thank you," to their heart felt congratulations. As the evening wore on and people began to trickle back to their cars to head home, I was still in a state of shock.

Daniel never left my side. His hand on the small of my back held me up and encouraged me, lending me his strength while sending the signal that he was my protector. He smiled proudly at me whenever someone approached, beaming at me and reveling in the attention everyone was paying to the man he so obviously loved. 

The fact that this man was me had yet to truly sink in.

Daniel didn't push my response. He let me work through the varying emotions on my own, never asking if I was okay or needed anything, simply standing by my side with resolute determination, a sure sense of himself and an even more sure sense of us. 

I didn't think it was possible to love him more than I already did, but I was proved wrong. 

So very very wrong.

The drive back to his house was made with my fingers laced into his, squeezing him so tightly I could feel my pulse and his joining together, humming in concert through our skin. 

I was still a nearly silent shell of my usual self when we arrived at Daniel's house. Daniel ushered me into the living room and had me sit and get comfortable on the large white leather sofa.

"I'm gonna go get changed, babe. I'll bring you something, too. Back in a bit."

He kissed me on the top of my head and bounded off towards his room. I stared at the giant big screen TV and tried in vain to organize my thoughts. 

"If it wouldn't be an insult, I would write you a check for everything you've done for my son," came the familiar voice of Daniel's mom. I turned by wrote, still a little in shock and numb, to find her ensconced behind the big kitchen island. She wore a gorgeous white and gold sleeveless dress and held her keys in her hands. She smiled at my warmly.

"Sorry, sweet pea," she said gently. "Didn't mean to startle you."

"You didn't, Ma'am. I'm sorry, Daniel just surprised me is all. Still processing it."

She beamed at me.

"So he decided to share MVP, did he? God, I love that boy. We did 

good with him, didn't we?"

"You KNEW!" I squeaked. 

She nodded gently.

"He's my special boy. We've always been close. He asked my advice when Coach B told him he'd be getting MVP a few days back."

Any organization of my thoughts and emotions I had been able to achieve to that point was once again thrown into massive disarray. 

"So...," I mumbled sheepishly, unsure why I was still hesitant when the truth was very apparent. "So, you...know, then? About us?"

She nodded again.

"I saw the way he looked at you that first day you came here to tutor him. Didn't want to assume anything, but it's become more and more clear that my Daniel has found his first true love in you. And, my sweet boy, his father and I couldn't be more thrilled for the both of you."

I wanted to cry. So I did. 

Hot tears streamed down my face. I couldn't have stopped them if I'd tried. Daniel's mom rushed towards me on beautiful white high heels that click-clacked against the tiled floor. She sat down next to me on the couch. Before I could react my head was cradled on her shoulder and her gentle hand smoothed my hair.

"Hush now, sweet boy. No need for the tears. My son loves you and you obviously love my son, right?"

I nodded against her shoulder and the tear continued to flow.

"So much it hurts sometimes," I sobbed quietly.

"Shhh," she quieted me tenderly. "He's my son and I will love him no matter what. Forever. You love him and he loves you. That makes you family, sweet pea. You'll have a home here for as long as you want it. Quiet those tears now. It's a happy time."

She pushed my head from her shoulder and wiped my tears from my cheeks and placed a gentle kiss to my forehead.

I nodded to her, my eyes still watery, my heart expanding in my chest. It was all just so much. The Banquet, Daniel, and now his Mamma. I never thought it possible for a heart to break from happiness, but I was rapidly pushing towards that possibility. 

"I just came to grab our keys. My husband has the memory God gave a goldfish and left them on the hook. We are headed out for the evening and Adam is back at Vanderbilt until next weekend. You take care of my special boy okay? Be good to him, and be safe."

"I promise."

She kissed my cheek again and wiped an errant tear from my skin.

"Call us if you need us. I'm off!" 

She rose from the couch and scuttled towards the garage door. Before closing it behind her, she flashed me a motherly smile that very nearly set my waterworks flowing all over again. 

She was gone when Daniel returned, dressed now in a pair of flannel Pajama bottoms and a black tank top, a similar outfit over his arms for me. He must have misread my tear stained face because he dropped the clothes the moment he saw me and rushed towards me instantly. In a flash my head was on his chest and he, like his mother before him, stroked my hair and quieted my fears.




Speech and Debate Pt. 12



"I'm sorry baby. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm so so sorry." 

He apologized over and over, panic rising in his voice.

"Kiss me," I commanded, pulling away from him. 

He looked at me, confused.

"Just kiss me," I repeated when he hesitated.

He pressed his lips to mine and I leaned into him, letting my body collapse onto his, my tension and fears and happiness melt over his skin like a wave breaking on the rocks. My wet cheeks pressed to his face and I breathed him in, not just his scent or his breath, but him. His selflessness, his passion, his love for me mixed with all of those qualities I held on my own, like cream blending with coffee to make something new, until you couldn't separate his from mine ever again.

When I couldn't take anymore, I broke our kiss and snuggled to his chest, laying my smaller body on top of his entirely. His arm wound around my shoulder and he kissed the top of my head.

"I love you, David," he whispered while his finger tips ran over my forearms. 

I beamed. I smiled into his chest, feeling the heat of his body radiate into me, through me. 

I knew he loved me, of course. And he knew I loved him in return. But that night it felt like I'd discovered a secret part of the already deep river that was our love for each other; a portion that miraculously tunneled to the core of the earth, rising from the primal sea beneath, connecting us to the very beginning of time. 

"I love you too, Daniel."

We stayed snuggled together on that huge white couch for a long time. Silent, but not needing to speak. 

"Are you hungry baby?" Daniel asked after an eternity. 

"I could eat," I said in typical Southern non-committal style.

Daniel gently unwound himself from around me and rose from the couch. 

"Get comfy," he said, throwing the discarded pair of pajamas in my direction, "I'll grab some snacks and something to drink. I'm in the mood to watch a horror film. Sound cool?"

"As long as I can shield my eyes against your chest, I'm down for something cary," I replied as coyly as I could manage.

"That would be the major reason I'm in the mood to watch that particular genre, babe," he quipped. "I'm not an idiot. Now, get out of those clothes. Give me a little show while I grab us some food."

I laughed and stripped down to my underwear for him before pulling on the red pajama bottoms and white tank top he'd picked out for me. 

In short order we were re-seated on the couch with a bowl of popcorn, chips and salsa (whole-grain chips because his mamma was on a health kick again, I was informed) and a bag of double stuffed Oreos Daniel found hidden behind a bag of granola. Unfortunately, there was only Almond Milk to dip them into, but you can't win them all. 

Daniel picked something from the massive collection of DVDs arrayed in leather bound binders and alphabetized on a shelf beneath the massive TV.

To top it off, he had found a bottle of red wine and opened it, pouring two glasses while the previews were still playing. After one sip it was readily apparent that neither of us possessed the necessary palette to enjoy the Vino. It was left untouched for the rest of the evening.

I snuggled into him as the movie started and turned my face up for a kiss. He complied and the film began.

I couldn't tell you what the movie was about. Or who starred in it. Much less the outcome. Not even sure if any character even survived the entire two hour event. We didn't make it through the first five minutes before Daniel's arm over my shoulder and mine resting on his chest had evolved into our tongues wrestling in an intense make out session that set the movie to mere background noise. 

Daniel positioned himself flat on his back on the sofa and pulled me on top of him. His kisses moved across my face to the side of my neck, his soft stubble scratching at my skin and making goosebumps rise on my arms.

"Yes, baby," I moaned as his fingers slipped beneath the elastic of my pajama bottoms to cup my firm ass beneath his big palms. 

He squeezed me tightly and pulling my body upwards with sheer force. His lips moved to my collar bones, kissing and licking gently and driving me crazy. My hips thrust against him and drove his pelvis deep into the couch.

"Fuck me, Daniel," I breathed softly. "Be my MVP, baby." 

I knew it was corny, even as the words left my lips, but I didn't care. 

I knew how to get Daniel's motor running full force. He pushed himself from the couch and pushed me up along with him. Without another word, he stood, took my hand and lead me towards the kitchen.

He yanked my arm hard and twisted my body around so that my chest faced the big center island. His hand, firmly placed in the center of my back between my shoulder blades, pushed my chest to the counter and forced me onto my toes. With a forceful yank he tore my pajama bottoms from my hips and legs, pooling them around my ankles.

"You want me to show you what the MVP can do?" he said, his lips closing around my earlobe. 

I nodded and bit my lower lip. I wiggled my ass back and forth and screamed in pleasure and pain combined when his open palm smacked smartly into my bare skin as he spanked me. 

My hard cock pressed firmly into the wooden counter beneath the marble top, pulsing my clear precum onto the shining cabinets, running slowly down their slick surface. Furniture polish would have to be added to the weekly shopping list. My thin cotton tank top did nothing to stem the cold of the hard stone on my skin; my nipples were at peak attention.

"You liked that? Huh?" 

I nodded. 

He spanked me again, a little harder and I moaned. 

Another river of precum joined the first on the cabinet below. I don't know how Daniel had known I would respond to this rougher side of him, especially after our hours of cuddling and the emotions he'd driven me to over the past few hours. But there are many many ways to show love.

"I didn't hear you. I asked you if you liked that."

"God, yes. YES, I liked it," I hissed.

His palm massaged the spot where he'd smacked my bare skin.

"You want me to do it again?"

"Yes." It was barely a whisper, an elongated hiss through clenched teeth, my cheek pressed to the cold counter and my fingers gripping the edge preparing for what I knew was coming.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, MVP."

A third smack echoed through the empty kitchen and my entire torso scooted forward on the counter from the force of his swat. Suddenly his lips were at my ear again, his open palm kneading the sore skin where he'd just punished my tender ass.

"You tell me when to stop, if it gets to be too much."

I nodded and wiggled my ass again. 

It was far from being too much. I wanted more. 

I wanted him to empty his raw unrefined passion into me, to wash me with everything he had, all the raw masculine strength he had to give. I'd had so much love showered upon me today, so much joy. Daniel seemed to understand that I needed to feel alive in my physical body, too. 

A fourth spank had me moaning his name into the marble counter as I bit my lip again to keep from crying out.

"I love your ass, baby. Do you wanna know why?" his iron voice taunted from behind me. 

When I tried to twist my torso to see him, he pushed my chest back to the counter with one hand. My hole throbbed and my cock spewed another gush. I didn't understand how I could feel so dominated and yet so safe at the same time. But I didn't think too hard on the subject, just floated on the dichotomy. I craved what he was doing to me, craved more of his touch, the roughness of it. No teasing my nerves slowly this time. Just ratcheting up the dial to 10 from the get go. 

"Why do you love my ass?" I whimpered, answering his question.

"Because it's mine."

I nearly passed out. 

He was correct. My ass was his to do with as he wanted. As was the rest of me: body heart and soul. 

"Get on your knees and suck my cock," he growled, "Make sure you get it real wet. It will be easier for you if my cock is nice and wet."

The pressure between my shoulder blades that held me to the counter was suddenly gone; before it was even fully absent I crashed to my knees, ignoring the thud and the dull ache that shot through my body, and turned.

I looked up at Daniel, his chest heaving mightily in his tight black tank top, his nipples standing out beneath the thin fabric so I thought I could almost make out their borders. His thick cock was clearly outlined beneath the flannel of his PJs, a dark spot beginning to form at the head. My mouth watered and I reached for it only to have my hand slapped away.

"Ask nicely," Daniel scolded when he saw the hurt expression on my face. He winked.

"Can I please have your cock?" I said quietly, staring at his taut thighs beneath my palms, feeling his thick muscles tense and imagining the power of them, the possibility. 

"You sure you can handle an MVP cock?" he teased. 

His eyes burned like golden coals, shining in the light of the kitchen, his face seeming to gleam with some newfound internal fire.

"Yes, sir," I replied.

He reached into his bottoms and yanked out his dick, hooking the elastic beneath his huge, full balls. He was fully hard, his foreskin pulled almost entirely back from his head, a drip of precum about to fall from it. I opened my mouth and caught it on my tongue before it could fall to the tiled floor.

"Good boy," Daniel praised, taking my chin in his hand and turning my face up to meet his smile. "Get it good and wet, baby."

I could have sworn I was part snake considering the way my jaw nearly seemed to unhinge and devour Daniel's delicious tool. I sucked hard and fast, wetting his shaft and head as best I could, my tongue never stopping. I pushed him all the way down my throat, taking none of the usual time to enjoy the feeling of fullness and completion I normally sank into when I held him inside me. This was just the beginning, a utilitarian necessity for the future schemes I just knew Daniel was concocting in his passion addled brain. 

I made sure his entire cock, from base to tip, was gleaming with my saliva when I pulled him out. I was panting from the effort a bit, swallowing hard as I tried to catch my breath. Daniel's hands under my arm pits yanked me to my feet like a marionette on silken strings. He pushed me to the counter, this time pressing my back to the frigid marble and leaning his chest on top of me. His lips were just millimeters from mine, the feel of his breath hotter than I could ever remember it. My eyes widened in a mix of pure lust and unavoidable fear. 

"For your sake, you'd better hope you got my big cock wet enough," he growled low in his throat. 

He pressed his lips to mine, dominating me and forcing his tongue into my mouth. I lost any resistance I may have had and let him overwhelm me, surrendered my body to his even more. I was lost in the daze of his powerful kiss, so I didn't recognize the feeling when my bare feet left the tiled floor. My forgotten pajama bottoms and too-small underwear slipped easily from my legs as Daniel lifted me straight up off the floor in a dead lift. He pushed me high into the air but never broke our kiss until the last possible second when he'd raised me so far above him I could no longer crane my neck down far enough.

His chest bulged with the effort, his shoulders tense and straining but sure and unwavering. The lines and striations in his big biceps proved just how physically superior he truly was. My legs rose on their own and I hooked my ankles behind his back, my hard cock pressing against Daniel's chest, leaving a stain of precum on his black tank top. My arms hooked around his neck and I saw him relax a little as I took some of the pressure from him. 

I felt the warm skin of his palms on both of my ass cheeks, spreading them and holding me up at the same time, his fingers digging deeply into my flesh. My ass still ached a bit from his firm spankings. I could sense his slick, hard cock just beneath my exposed ass, my hole opened to the air and vulnerable. Daniel spread my ass with his hands; my spine straightened at the thought of what was sure to come.

Slowly, I felt my body lower, controlled with ease by Daniel's unyielding strength, sliding against his chest. The soft fabric of his tank top tickled the underside of my cock, making me sigh as I grew closer and closer to his cock head. 

First contact was a rush nothing could have prepared me for. I felt the heat of his slick dick press into my open hole, my thighs instantly squeezing around his waist. He didn't hesitate or slow my downward progression, keeping the pace steady, forcing my body to adapt.

"Oh, shit!" I screamed and dug my nails into his shoulder blades as his uncut cock opened me up and pushed deeper inside. 

My ass burned with the pain and pleasure and intense pressure as inch after inch he sank into me with ease, my spit and passion the only lube we needed. It felt like his cock was a good three feet long as it squeezed into me, filling me up and making my spine go straight, my legs numb and my vision blurry. I was an incoherent ball of nerve endings and panting groans by the time his thick hardness slid past my magic button and I felt my hips settle to the base of him.

Suddenly, my breath was knocked from my lungs and I grunted; the room swirled before my eyes. 

It took me a moment to realize that Daniel had slammed my back against the pantry door. He pressed me hard against the wall, my legs still clinging tightly to his waist as my ass hovered in mid air, impaled willingly on his throbbing cock.

"You like that MVP cock buried deep in your tight ass?" Daniel growled, quickly pressing his lips to mine in a rough kiss. 

I nodded and whimpered as I felt his cock pulse a little pre cum deep inside me.

I felt every last inch of him as he slowly withdrew himself from my ass, keeping just the head inside, collecting extra lubrication on the backstroke. He slammed all the way back inside with a hard thrust and drove every other thought from my head in doing so.

"Pound me, baby," I begged, my voice a mindless slur. "Fuck me hard...ohhhh, fuck" 

I was a whimpering ball of near panic and pleasure. He kept me just on the edge of logical thought, on that blurry line where I knew what was happening one moment only to be driven by instinctual lust and passion the next before the tables turned again and logic took over again. 

His cock was like a machine: constant, near super human speed. His cock glided in and out of me with ease, each time pouring full force into my prostate and making the world go white again. My finger nails dug deep lines into his shoulders and back, feeling them tense and release as he continued to pump into me.

"Take my cock! You want my MVP cum deep in that tight ass?"

I whined my agreement and somehow found the strength of mind to unwind my arms from his neck so I could cup his face in my hands and kiss him. I panted through the kiss in time to the powerful thrusts, barely holding on as he drove me higher and higher, still pushing my back into the wooden door.

"Oh fuck...I'm gonna cum baby," I moaned into his mouth, holding on tight to the nape of his neck as I continued to kiss him while his thick uncut cock cut through me like a knife.

I felt my entire body start to tingle, the familiar unhinging of my soul from my physical body that preceded a hands free orgasm.

"Don't cum until I give you permission, Nerd."

My eyes fluttered shut. It had been a while since he'd called me Nerd like that and it dredged up the sex-fueled beginnings of our relationship, before love and truer feelings had deepened our bond, when we were still exploring what we could maybe one day become. 

"God, Daniel...I don't think I can stop it...fuck me harder...oh, god yes, fuck baby! Fuck my ass with your MVP cock!"

I lost all inhibitions, I didn't care what came out of my mouth. I just craved more of what he was giving me, more of the lack of control, the freedom to just be, just feel him devouring my body.

"I'm gonna fill your tight ass, nerd. You ready for it? You ready for this load?"

He sounded like someone else, but his eyes were still My Daniel. Still the same soft brown lakes I loved to lose myself in. The fantasy that burned on their surface couldn't ever hide that, not from me. But it went a long way in turning up my desires.

"Cum in me, MVP!" I screamed, "Give it to me, baby. Cum inside my tight nerd hole!"

Astoundingly, he increased his speed, slamming himself in and out of my spasming hole so quickly I couldn't catch my breath, just moan wordlessly as sight and sound began to fade and my soul disconnect even more. His balls slapped into my ass, his fingers dug harshly into the skin until I thought there would be a permanent imprint of him there.

He growled like some primordial beast, vibrating through our kiss, a sound rising from deep inside him, from that unbroken line of ancestors that stretched back to the beginning of time itself...

and he emptied into me. I felt his cock expand and jet after jet of his cum spilled into my twitching ass, driving my own orgasm over the brink. I felt my cum soak into his tank top, trapped between our torsos. My entire body stiffened as I took his load, my muscles locking in place. I felt some of his hot whiteness leak from my hole. I clenched tight, trying to keep him inside.

We both panted from the effort, but Daniel proved his strength once again. My back left the pantry door and Daniel carried me in shuffling movements, his still twitching cock firmly ensconced inside my now sore hole. I kissed him over and over, using his body like a tether to draw myself back down to earth from the highest places he had just taken me. I didn't know or care where he was taking us, just as long as he never withdrew his thick cock from where it was right at that moment.

Daniel knelt easily to the floor, keeping himself inside me and lowering my back onto a very soft rug. I finally had the sense to look around and discovered he had carried us all the way down a long hallway to the Den: an oak and mahogany lined room with reading chairs and an elegant old Hollywood style sofa in dark maroon silk. My back was pressed to a luxurious fur rug and to my right, the bricks and stones of the huge gas fireplace loomed.

"Cliche, I know," Daniel whispered, the machismo and domination now gone from his voice, "but I can't help it. Fur rug and a fireplace are just...God you look so beautiful."

My legs were still wrapped around his waist, his hard cock pulsing inside my ass and my arms wound around his neck as he rested easily on his palms and hovered above me. I pulled his face down and kissed him gently.

"Light that fire place," I suggested. 

Daniel flicked a switch somewhere and the blue and orange flames soon danced around the faux logs. I stared at him in the new light, watched the way the yellow and gold and orange danced against his olive skin and made shadows flicker across his square jaw and broad forehead. I didn't think it was possible for him to be more beautiful, but he was continually proving me wrong.

I pulled his cum soaked black tank top over his head and threw it aside so that I could run my fingers over his tight chest. I pinched his nipples lazily and got a jolt of my own in return. My tweak caused his hips to thrust forward and press his cock a little deeper into me.

We both giggled when we realized what I'd just done. He smiled down at me and I pulled him in close for a long and passionate kiss. The heat of the fire place wasn't even registering while my hands moved up and down Daniel's muscled back, felt his deltoids give way to his lats, and then the strong chorded muscles of his lower back. I came to rest on his spectacular ass. I couldn't help but pull him closer towards me, burying his rock hard cock deeper into my cum drenched ass. I pulsed my hole around his girth, making him shiver on top of me.




Speech and Debate Pt. 12



"Do you think you have another one in you?" I asked.

"For you, Always."

He kissed me and slowly pulled his cock from my hole, pushing back in with ease. His tongue flicked lightly into mine, his hips never slamming into me, just gently and slowly thrusting and clenching his powerful ass each time he was fully inside me again.

"God, baby. I love you so much," he moaned as he pushed inside again.

"I love you, too. Show me. Give me another..." I encouraged in a breathy sigh. 

If you asked me to choose which "style" I preferred of the two options presented that night, I wouldn't be able to tell you. All I know is that I was in ecstasy both times. 

Where it took him only minutes before to send my body into a whirlwind of passion, he took his time now. His cum lubricated my hole already and I reveled in each and every new sensation he drove into me. 

Deliberate and controlled, masterful, he pulsed his thick cock every time he pressed into my spot, and smiled when my eyes fluttered shut. I rocked on the fur rug, Daniel's hips guiding and undulating into me.

It didn't take long for the tingles to grow. Slower this time, but almost agonizing in their intensity. When it happens all at once you can't really focus on the minutia, just the big picture. But now Daniel was turning the dial slowly; each new notch I could feel in perfect detail.

I felt my legs begin to weaken. Then the tips of my fingers start to tingle. My breathing picked up. My ass began to clench onto Daniel's thick cock in waves as I lost control in slow but unyielding increments. My heart beat increased like a metronome going from legato to andante at a measured clip. Each new change was slowly building up inside me.

Daniel noticed immediately. 

"I want you to cum first," he said. "I want to watch your face when you blow, okay?"

I bit my lower lip and nodded.

"Keep doing that...oh, god...and you won't have long to wait."

He smiled the crooked half smile that had first sent me on the path to where we were today; my cock pulsed a huge stream of pre-cum mixed with the last of my recent orgasm.

"I love your eyes," Daniel said, still undulating his lower body and sliding in and out of my ass with ease. 

"I love your nose," he continued.

"Oh, god,..." I groaned.

"Your lips,..." he kissed me softly. His cock pressed against my spot and he pulsed his cock into it hard.

"Your neck,..." His lips kissed and licked softly at the side of my neck.

"Your chest,..." he placed one hand on my chest and squeezed, keeping himself aloft on his other arm.

"Your adorable nipples,..." He flicked at one softly.

"Fuck, yes..." I hissed. I felt my balls pulling up. I was close.

"I love your stomach." 

He traced a line down the center of my stomach to my belly button.

"I love your belly button." 

All the while, he never slowed or picked up the pace of his hips and thrusts into me. Constant and steady as if he were keeping time to some piece of unheard music.

"I love your beautiful, big, thick cock." 

He closed his fingers around my shaft and squeezed gently.

"Ahhh...oh fuck. I'm gonna cum again..." I whined, writhing uncontrollably beneath him.

"And most importantly," he leaned in to kiss me again, staring into my blue eyes deeply, still thrusting, and now gently stroking my twitching cock, driving me closer and closer to where he wanted me, "most importantly: I love you."

He squeezed my cock hard and pushed inside me with a final deep thrust as he leaned into kiss me hard and deep.

I lost all control of my muscles. I felt my cock spew a long stream of hot cum, felt it splash into my chest and chin, but other than that...I was hypnotized by Daniel. 

I lay sprawled out beneath him, joined at three points, lips, cock, and ass. I was like a puddle. I felt myself spread out and my mind disappear into nothingness. I never believed in near death experiences, seeing the white light and the tunnel and all of that. But I certainly do believe in extreme orgasm experiences. Maybe your soul leaves your body in both cases.

"You back?" I heard Daniel whisper as if from a great distance, his fingers stroking my cheek softly.

"Huh?" 

"Your eyes kinda glazed over there for a minute." 

Daniel lay beside me, his back to the flickering fire place, his head resting on his palm as he levered himself up on an elbow. I wondered if maybe I had died. Surely no one mortal human had the right to look like that?

I hadn't even felt him remove his cock from inside me, or roll off of me. By instinct, I scooted myself to mirror him and snuggled my chest as 

close to his as I could.

"I'm coming back now," I assured him, feeling myself center and coalesce into a unified body and spirit. I pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

"Thank you for that," I offered.

"For which one?" 

I snorted a laugh and playfully slapped Daniel's hairy chest, letting my fingertips linger on his flushed, glistening skin.

"Don't make me choose!" I mocked. "They were both phenomenal."

"At your service, my love." 

He returned my gentle kiss.

"Well, we need to get cleaned up eventually or else risk ruining this rug and giving away our fun to the entire family," Daniel quipped rather matter of factly a few moments later. I would have been more shocked at the change in tone if he hadn't coupled the outburst with a swift smack to my still sore rear end. As it was, I yelped, my eyes going wide, and collapsed into a fit of giggles.

I was still nervously twittering away as Daniel put an arm around my shoulder and levered me onto my feet. He kissed me gently and turned towards the kitchen to collect our forgotten, discarded pajamas. 

I got the encore performance of a lifetime, trailing behind his naked body by two full paces so I could stare at the round perfection of the powerful being who had just driven me to explosion...twice.

He flicked the switch to throw the kitchen into darkness and put an arm around my waist, pulling me in to snuggle close to him as we walked. He carried our bundled clothing in the crook of his arm.

"Shower, then bed, babe," he listed, planning the remainder of the evening.

"I make no such promises," I added.

Daniel laughed. We began to take the stairs up to his room.

"We have to get up early in the morning. We have a lot of shopping to do."

"Shopping?" I asked, confused.

"Mhmm," he said with a knowing nod. "You do know what's happening this weekend right?"

I did know what he was talking about. I just hadn't realized it was this weekend. Finals week had always been so...final for every other year in high school. Of course I would forget that after your Senior Finals week, you went to the Senior Camping Trip.

"The Camping trip!"

"Yep." Daniel agreed. "And I just figured you and I could go get the gear. A tent, backpack, all that stuff."

I snuggled in to him a little more.

"That's very sweet of you. I promise I'll stick to your plan. Shower and Bed. No funny business."

"Hey, now!" Daniel interjected quickly, "there's no need to be Puritanical ya know? I mean, I'm not saying don't touch me! You're allowed to touch me!"

I laughed long and loud.

"I'm allowed to touch you huh? Like this big cock, I'm allowed to touch?" I grabbed at his semi-hard cock with my free hand and opened the door to his bedroom with my other. 

The schedule he'd picked was quickly amended. As I intended. 

As they say, turn about is fair play; Daniel had spent a good hour rocking my world and fucking me senseless. Didn't he deserve the same in return? Nay, dare I say it, REQUIRE the same in return!

We delayed the planned shopping trip by 4 hours when we finally snuggled in to bed and set his alarm clock.



Speech and Debate Pt. 13



Hello Readers! Apologies that this chapter took a little longer than expected. As you can see, the chapters are actually getting longer and longer each time. This is the longest one yet! There are still more chapters on the way...and two spin off series coming as well.

DISCLAIMER: The following fictional story deals with sex among males. If you are offended by such material, are too young, or reside in an area where it is not allowed, depart. Though not observed in this story, care enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe sex.

The author retains all rights. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the author's consent.

~D. A. M.~

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The Great Outdoors: A Trip to the Falls

by D A Mackey



I will freely admit that I giggled like an immature child when Daniel parked the Jeep in front of a Dick's Sporting Goods mega store. I couldn't help it. I know it is just a name, but come on: Dick's? 

A store devoted to entirely stereotypically masculine pursuits like camping and fishing and hunting and they choose to name the place... Dick's. It's humorous at any age or maturity level. I don't care what you say, it is. 

"Grow up, baby," Daniel chided me gently. 

But even my manly muscle-bound boyfriend (or whatever label he fit at that point) couldn't completely hide his own smirking grin. 

Dick's. 

HA!

Daniel wore a sleeveless cut off t-shirt that showed off his well defined arms and shoulders and hinted at the mounding muscles of his chest. A pair of very loose fitting black basket ball shorts and white running shoes completed his casual ensemble. He seemed to glow a little in the morning sun, his Italian heritage already changing his skin tone to a deep bronze tan anyone would envy.

Anyone who wasn't nearly translucently pale, like myself. My best hope was for a shade of red that would eventually fade into a slightly less reflective white. I never really "tanned." I just dimmed a bit. 

"You lead the way, babe," I said. "I want to watch you walk."

I patted his ass and watched it shake a bit beneath the faux silken shorts. I growled low in my throat and kissed him quickly on the cheek, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed my public display of affection. No one seemed to be looking at us so I repeated the pat on the other cheek.

"You're a perv. And I love you," Daniel smiled broadly and returned my little peck on the cheek.

The big boxy store was well lit with huge fluorescent lamps, a massive air circulation system and wide aisles stuffed to the brim with every imaginable outdoor item one could possibly think of. Well, if one wasn't naturally more inclined to a Victorian novel over a fishing rod, that is. 

Daniel and I strolled the aisles, up and down, chatting aimlessly about this and that. Daniel pushed the big neon orange shopping cart in front of him and I walked easily behind him. Every now and then, he would grab something from the shelf and toss it into the basket. I wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention to what he was collecting for us. I was much more focused on the boy doing the grabbing.

He was so sure of himself, so at his ease in that bastion of manliness and capitalism. There were maybe three women that I could see in the entire store; the rest of our fellow customers were big burly men in various types and styles of camouflage, complete with trucker caps and bushy unkempt beards. Peppered here and there I could see the tall, muscular country boys in their early 20's, the kind of guys that feature prominently in 1970's era gay porn. 

In my well fitted jeans and tight white t-shirt, I was having flash backs to the first day of high school, when I realized that I was very different from most of the people around me. But Daniel didn't seem to notice. Didn't seem to care. 

He rambled about nothing and everything that popped into his head. He asked about my Valedictorian speech, what I was wearing to graduation, if we should go to Ian's after-graduation party at his parents' lake house, wether I liked the great outdoors, if I'd ever been camping. 

(I had. I was a boy scout in my younger days until it became apparent that my interests lay more in the scouts themselves and not what they were trying to teach me. Hey, a lot of people have a thing for uniforms. Those little khaki short shorts were sexy. I apologize for nothing!)

Along the back wall, Daniel grabbed two pairs of water proof hiking boots and tossed them into the cart.

"Why do you need two pairs of boots for one weekend?" I asked.

Daniel just laughed to himself and continued to search the items on the wall, as if his coming response was par-for-the-course obvious.

"One pair for me, one pair for you, silly."

"You don't have to buy me anything, baby," I said, slightly perplexed. "I can just wear my tennis shoes."

Daniel nonchalantly waved me off with a flick of his wrist, never looking back at me. But I imagined I could picture the proud and content smile that he wore as he strolled lazily ahead of me. It made me melt a little bit inside. He enjoyed being able to do these types of things for me.

"Okay," I said quietly. 

I was smiling at Daniel's broad back, enjoying the way his wide shoulders and back tapered to his slim taut waist, the way his bubble butt glided smoothly beneath the mesh polyester of his shorts, ever hinting at the possibility of a glimpse of the bare skin it covered but never following through with the tease. 

Suddenly, I felt that familiar tingle between my shoulders, that sixth sense that Southern women like to say means "someone is walking over your grave." Time traveling colloquialisms aside, I was sure that someone was watching me. 

I turned and saw a tall man with a big bushy beard staring at me. Imagine if Santa Claus had a brother who enjoyed shooting the flying reindeer with a double gauged shot gun. He was staring at me, his lips pursed into a tight line. He shook his head slightly, muttered something under his breath and returned his attention to the gloves he'd removed from a hook on the wall. 

"Ignore him, baby," Daniel said from behind me. 

I hadn't heard him cease his pleasant chatter, but his palm on the small of my back snapped me back to reality. I turned from the bearded spectator and smiled at Daniel, nodding to let him know I was okay. Just a little shaken.

Though I was on edge and on the lookout for danger for the remainder of our shopping excursion, Daniel continued to fill the cart with everything from backpacks to a massive tent with two rooms and an awning. 

TWO ROOMS? In a tent? 

I idly wondered what our fore fathers, who had hiked the Oregon trail in covered wagons with oxen and mules would have thought of a $ 350.00 tent. 

Mary has dysentery. 

Would you like to ford the river?

You can only carry 2000 lbs.

Would you like to purchase a 350 dollar tent that you will most likely only use once over the next year?

But Daniel didn't even blink when the cashier told him the total. (I won't repeat that number here, as it still gives me heart palpitations.) He handed her a shiny silver rectangle of plastic, which she swiped with what I was sure was envy in her eyes. Daniel just spent her entire monthly salary in the space of an hour without so much as a moments' hesitation. I smiled at her and tried to convey my thanks and apologies in my expression. 

What I was apologizing for, I had no idea. 

Daniel was excited. He seemed very much like me on the first day of school by the time we got home to his house and unloaded the haul. He bounced on his toes, a movement I was very approving of considering the way it made his calves tense and his butt bounce. We laid it all out in the back yard, arrayed so we could see it in all of its newly purchased glory.

"So," Daniel said, his hands on his hips, looking down and surveying his purchases, "we should set up the tent and some of the other stuff so we can get you used to it." 

His arm snaked around my waist and he pulled me tight to him. He kissed me on the gentle curve of my neck and I shivered a bit. I rested my hand on his ass and squeezed. It was becoming a natural reaction to his touch, and I loved that.

He was just so adorable and excited about all the camping gear and new outdoor accoutrement. I didn't have the heart to tell him that I'd been camping dozens of times with the Scouts and my family as well. He was obviously enjoying the rare opportunity to teach me something, after months of me being the "smart one." 

He had, of course, taught me much much more than he would ever know, changed my life in so many irrevocable and ultimately positive ways. But he was never one to take credit for his own amazingness. 

"We'll probably be in some kind of camp ground, I'm sure," he said, "but if we were going out on our own, remember to always pitch camp near water, on flat ground. Think about where the rain water might run off, ya know?"

I nodded and smiled at him, taking in everything he was saying even though I already knew it.

It only took us fifteen minutes to set up the massive tent Daniel had bought for us. 

The dark green monstrosity was ten feet by ten feet with a huge zip up door, mesh lined windows at every side, and a second "room" that clipped to the ceiling poles and four rivets in the tarpoline floor. The entire thing smelled of plastic and chemicals, so Daniel unzipped the windows and let the late spring breeze flow through and wash away some of the "new tent" smell. 

Daniel sat down on the floor of the tent and patted the space beside him, motioning me to sit with him. I did and snuggled in to him. He leaned his head on my shoulder and sighed lightly.

"Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to just give it all up. Go live in the woods somewhere a hundred miles from the nearest neighbor. Pull a Thoreau and go full tilt, 'On Walden Pond.' You ever think about that?"

"Of course. All the time. I think everyone does at some point."

"Would you come with me?"

I wound my fingers through his and pulled them to my lips to lightly kiss the back of his hand.

"I wouldn't do it without you."

We sat like that for a while, watching the afternoon sunlight dance in and around the leaves of the massive oak trees, listening to his breathing lengthen and his body mold into mine.

"I love you so much," he whispered. 

I lay back and pulled him down to me, tilting his face up to mine and kissing him. He sighed into our kiss and snuggled into me.

"I love you too, Daniel."

He laid his head on my chest and put his arm over my torso, his palm flat over my heart, his firm body pressed along my side. I lazily ran my fingers through his hair and stared at the roof of our new tent. 

Daniel's Mamma woke us up for dinner several hours later. The sun was nearly below the horizon and twilight had replaced brightness, painted the sky with broad strokes in deep purples and lilacs. 

Daniel and I were still in the exact same position.

The next morning, if pre-sunrise can legitimately be called morning, Daniel and I parked the Jeep in the Senior parking lot at school. I was on my second travel mug of strong black coffee, thanks to Daniel's ever- prepared Mamma, and was just beginning to feel almost human. 

There were six large white vans in a long line. Coach B and several parent volunteer chaperones were packing the various tents and bags into the back of the vehicles. Our classmates, all 55 of them, were milling about the parking lot, chatting and sipping red bulls or Starbucks to-go cups.

"Dude," Ian started, walking up to us, "you guys are almost late. I called us a place in the second van. Hurry the fuck up."

Gordon and Tall Paul shuffled behind him like some kind of extras in a zombie movie: pale, grumpy, and distracted. 

"How are you so damned perky?" I growled at Ian, sipping the heavenly black liquid and letting it slowly course through my veins, feeling more alive with every passing moment.

Ian shrugged and smiled.

"Dunno. Just a morning person I guess."

"I hate you."

"Ditto," Gordon added, finally catching up to our little group.

Daniel unloaded our gear and stacked it behind the second van, waiting to be packaged in the trunk. When he was finished, he placed an arm around my waist.

"He's super cute, but he can be a real bitch in the morning, guys. Give him an hour or two and he'll be back to his usually charming self."

I scowled at him, but my anger faded when he kissed my neck gently and grabbed my hand to lead me to the van entrance.

"It's weird getting into one of these things and not be headed to an away game, right?" Tall Paul offered as Ian hopped lightly, despite his bulk, into the van and headed towards the long back seat.

I grumbled and nodded, pushing Paul up to sit next to Ian's massive body. Daniel pushed me forward gently and I groaned while I took my seat next to Paul. Daniel soon sat next to me along the window of the back row and patted my leg, letting his hand rest lightly on my thigh. He had dressed me in an old pair of his khaki shorts that morning so his skin made contact with mine and made me shiver a bit.

"Hands, boys," Paul teased. "No touching until we get there."

"Fuck off, I'll touch him if I want to," Daniel shot back, not cruelly but in the playful banter I'd come to recognize as an integral part of the Jock Language.

I turned and childishly stuck my tongue out at Paul. He snorted a laugh. 

"Fine, fine," he said throwing his hands up in surrender. 

"As you were, gentlemen."

Daniel grabbed my hand and slipped his strong fingers between mine, squeezed tightly, and rested them on his lap.

"And where am I supposed to sit?" Gordon drawled, even more so than usual. 

He was not a morning person either. Ian patted the seat in front of us, indicating that Gordon was to take that open space in the second row.

"Sorry buddy, only room for four of us in the back. You sit here and I'll give you a shoulder massage." 

That seemed to tickle him to no end and he giggled and squirmed, delighted. For someone with shoulders as broad as Ian's, a giggle and squirm meant that the rest of us were often bumped and prodded rather violently. 

I wanted to punch him. No one had the right to be that active and perky before the sun was above the horizon. No matter how many visible abdominals they may possess.

"Deal," Gordon said, climbing in and taking the seat. He shrugged his shoulders and readied himself for Ian's promised massage. "Get to rubbing, ass hole."

I was slumbering lightly on Daniel's shoulder before we even left the parking lot. I woke up about two hours later, about half way through the four hour trip. My coffee was cold and disgusting when I took a sip, but I listened contently as Daniel pointed out the sights, our caravan winding slowly towards our destination. 

It was just reaching mid-morning when the vans were finally unpacked, turned around, and rumbling back towards campus, stranding us in the mountains for the weekend. Some of my female classmates watched the vans disappear around a bend in the gravel road as if they were watching their sweethearts march off to war in some bygone era. Some were blanched completely white, clutching their quilted purses to their chests with claw like, white-knuckled well-manicured fingers. I wondered how long those manicures would last up here.

Who got their nails done before spending a weekend in the woods? 

At least I didn't look like them. Or so I hoped. Tired and groggy, yes? Afraid for my life and jumping and squealing any time an insect came within three feet of me... thankfully, not. Instead of jumping about, I contented myself with staring death glares at the bugs and small woodland creatures, classmates included, who dared come within my sphere of influence. Remarkably, it seemed to work and I was left largely unmolested. Better for everyone involved if I was left alone until my caffeine had taken full effect.

Daniel lugged all of our equipment down the marked path towards the camp ground, about 100 yards into the woods.

There was a large stone lined circular fire pit with wooden logs in a hexagonal seating area around it. The entire area in a 20 yard radius from the central stone fire pit was essentially flat, cleared of all brush and undergrowth, and dotted with tall pine trees that left plenty of open space for pitching individual tents.

"Ladies, to the right! Gentlemen, to the left!" Coach B barked loudly as we began to ramble in and about the campground. He waved his thick arms to indicate which gender should head in which direction. Parent chaperones were staking their claims at regular intervals between the assembling small groups of students, making sure to pepper the adults evenly between us youngsters.

"Where are you gonna put down?" Paul asked Daniel, as if it was the most common question upper middle class white teenagers asked on a daily basis. 

"Head over there," Daniel said, jerking his head to the far left side of the available space. 

We ended up on the outside edge of the grounds, right were the undergrowth started to reclaim the forrest floor. Daniel faced the doorway to the big tent so that we could see the fire pit. Ian took a place to our left, Paul to the right. Daniel pulled a small pup tent from one of the bags, a basic two person affair with no standing room, and put it directly in front of the entrance to the big green tent.

"What's that for?" Ian asked. "Aren't you two sharing the big one?"

I was wondering much the same thing, so I stood from unpacking and waited for Daniel to answer.

"Of course we are. But they don't have to know that." He jerked his head towards the nearest parent chaperone, dressed head to toe in designer cammo that had to cost more than my car. The designer label was stitched in thread of gold above the left breast; I couldn't help but shake my head in resigned disbelief.

"You actually brought a decoy tent?" Gordon twittered while nailing in the ground stakes to his own small blue tent.

I tried to stifle my smile but it was pointless. 

Daniel had thought far enough ahead as to bring along a secondary tent, granting us a little more space between our sanctuary and the rest of the camp. 

It was sweet. And practical! 

We stored our equipment and my unnecessary sleeping bag in the small tent. If you didn't stare too closely, it looked very much as if there was a teenaged boy ready to occupy the small space. And it left the vast majority of the big two room tent open for our use...whatever that might end up being. 

When all four domiciles were erected and complete, it did feel like a semi-isolated area all our own. 

The decoy tent was our little buffer zone. Our big pavilion towered over the three smaller ones that surrounded it. I felt like a knight with his entourage of squires, set up for combat on some medieval battlefield. If there had been tarps and plastics and brightly dyed fabrics not found in nature during that particular epoch. 

Katy confidently sauntered towards our little gathering, picking her way past pine cones and small sticks as if she was walking a runway in Milan. Never mind that she wore tan suede hiking boots (with a small raised heel, I noticed. Where had she found semi high heeled hiking boots?!) and small short shorts. Imagine Elly-Mae Clampet goes camping, if Elly-Mae took semi annual shopping trips to Rodeo Drive with an American Express Black Card.

I stared at her, a little confused.

"Katy?" I asked, "What are you doing here?"

She arched an eyebrow at me and my stomach dropped. 

Old habits. 

"If you must know, Coach B and my father had a little chat and came to a gentlemen's agreement that I should be able to join you guys despite being held back last year. Is that alright by you, Mr. Curious?"




Speech and Debate Pt. 13



I nodded and felt my face draining of all blood.

"Easy there, girl," Ian interjected. "He was just asking is all."

Katy's easy smile returned almost instantly and she flounced happily past me with a gentle pat on the shoulder.

"It's all good, boys," she chirped happily. "You guys certainly lucked out, huh? The boys on the left girls on the right thing doesn't really apply to you at this point does it? You're lucky. Gonna be a dry weekend for the rest of us, so to speak. If any of those bitches over there were worth the effort, I'd be tempted to switch teams for the weekend myself."

"I'm afraid it doesn't quite work like that," Daniel informed her. 

She shrugged.

"Look at me?" 

She did a little turn for us, arms wide out to her sides.

"You really think if I tried, I couldn't convince at least one of them over there to climb mount Katy?"

Paul and Gordon looked like they were going to explode, their eyes wide, jaws slack. I'll never understand the straight male obsession with the idea of lesbian interaction. Ian shook his head and smiled down at Katy like a proud older brother to his little sister.

"I'm sure you can get whatever you set your mind to," I offered, hoping the ego boost would go some distance towards making up for my first outburst.

She smiled at me and patted my cheek sweetly, if a little harder than she may have absolutely NEEDED to.

"Aren't you just the sweetest," she drawled with her best bedroom eyes. I could see how that look could be effective. Gender be damned. "We're going hiking in an hour, apparently. See you boys soon!"

She flitted away through the woods like some kind of fairy; a fairy with an impressive expense account.

"I kinda feel bad for the rest of the Upper School. That one is going to be a handful next year," Ian remarked, inclining his chin towards Katy's retreating back.

"Anything will be an improvement on Amy," Paul added.

"Amen to that," Gordon slurred, sounding a little more awake. I wished that my own liquid wake up aid would start to take effect. I still felt half asleep, despite the fresh air and change of scenery. 

"Where is she, by the way?" Daniel asked. "I didn't see her in the parking lot when we left."

Our group looked up from setting up our little area and searched the campground for any sign of our former social Queen. 

We found her far on the opposite side of the camp, as much distance as possible between our oasis and hers while still remaining actually inside the designated area. Her blonde hair glistened like gold in the morning sunlight, pulled into a high ponytail. 

She was trying to set up her tent on her own. People streamed passed her, going about their business and setting up their own areas, completely ignoring the struggling and alone Amy.

She looked flustered. I doubted she had ever had to do something like this on her own. She had always had a cadre of compatriots around her at all times for as long as I'd known her. She was isolated now. I know I shouldn't have cared, but my heart went out to her. I know what it was like to be invisible and walk through life like a ghost amongst the living. 

"Should we go and help her?" I asked quietly. "Look at her. She's trying to use rocks to hold down the corners of her tent! Even I know more than that. She's gonna LITERALLY die or get eaten by a bear if someone doesn't help her, she's basically an INFANT!"

Ian placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed gently, halting my rising rant.

"You really are a great guy aren't you?" he said respectfully. "She treated you like garbage and you still worry about her. I don't think I would if I were you."

Daniel's arm slid around my waist and he pulled me close to him. He pulled me down to him and kissed me lightly on my cheek.

"You are a great guy. But I don't think she's ready for that just yet. She'll be okay. See, Mrs. Swope is already there helping her out."

The middle aged parent chaperone had taken notice of Amy's struggle and was attempting to help her. Her daughter, however, refused to look directly at Amy and instead stood in a small group of three other girls who whispered behind their hands as they relished Amy's continued downfall. 

"Come on, baby. Let's get ready for the hike okay?" Daniel cajoled demurely, leading me gently towards our tent. 

The new tent chemical smell was lessened from our airing out but by no means was it gone. Daniel lead me inside and zipped up the front flap. We were alone for the first time since arriving. Well, as alone as one can be when a millimeter thick sheet of polyester was all that separated us from the outside world.

Daniel wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled my body close to his, pressing our hips together and tilting his head up to kiss me, long and passionately.

"Mmmm. I've been wanting to do that for hours now," he whispered.

"You can do it again if you want. I won't mind."

He kissed me again.

My heart leapt in my chest. I hugged his body closer to me, trying to pull him into me as much as possible. I was seriously contemplating skipping this hike and spending the time with Daniel in our little sanctuary. Maybe if we were really quiet they would forget about us and leave us behind.

"TEN MINUTES!" Coach B bellowed from outside. "At the fire pit in ten minutes folks! Chaperones keep an eye on your charges! TEN MINUTES!"

So much for skipping the hike. 

"We should get dressed babe," Daniel said, his fingers coming to the hem of my shirt. I instantly missed the feel of his arms around my waist, but only for a moment. He gently lifted the shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor. His placed his hands palm down on my chest and leaned in to kiss me again.

His kiss moved to the side of my neck, flowing slowly downward, across my bare collar bone. My head fell back and my eyes closed, letting the dappled green tinted sunlight dance behind my lids. He kissed down my chest, my abs, kneeling before me. His fingers slipped beneath my waistband and he lowered my pants and boxer briefs to the floor; I stepped out of them easily. 

His kisses went lower, down my pelvis, brushing gently on the pale smooth skin of my hips and upper thighs. My fingers tangled into his black locks and I bit my lower lip to keep from sighing. 

My cock started to swell and thicken, exposed now to the open mountain air. Daniel's soft lips came ever closer to my manhood, kissing at my trimmed pubes and the base of my cock.

"Fuck," I sighed, unable to stop it.

Daniel kissed my hardening cock and looked up at me, his big brown eyes glimmering in the green- tinted sunlight like some kind of magical fire. 

He opened his lips ever so slightly and lowered his mouth to lightly flick the tip of his tongue over the head of my cock, taking the small drop of crystal liquid onto his tongue, making sure I watched as that piece of me joined with him.

He rose gracefully from his crouch and kissed me softly, one hand on my cheek and the other finding its home on my exposed ass cheek. I ground myself into him and felt my passions rising. 

"I bought something I think you will like. For me to wear, I mean," he whispered into me, breaking our kiss. "You want to see it?"

It took me a while to respond. I had to shake the hazy fog that always formed when Daniel and I touched, like a bubble that took shape around us and shut out the entire world and made everything else in existence seem far away and unimportant. Even time flowed differently in that bubble. What seemed like two seconds in the bubble could be hours in the real world. I was getting better at managing that. But he was just so damned...perfect.

"Hmm?" I mumbled, before his question finally sank in, "yes. 

Sure. What did you get."

Daniel smiled mischievously, kissed me quickly and bent to his backpack. When he stood he held a rather small square of khaki fabric that I assumed were supposed to be shorts.

"I went to the Boy Scout store and bought a pair of their little short shorts. I had to search for them forever; I think they've moved to the longer pairs of the green ones now, but I finally found these. I thought you might like them?" 

He let the question hang in the air for bit, an uncharacteristic hint of insecurity in his voice.

"Put them on," I said, my voice cracking and showing far too much excitement than I'd meant to.

Daniel's shirt seemed to fly from his torso like magic. His shorts followed quickly and he stood in his jock strap, preparing to step into the little khaki shorts.

"Stop!" I commanded. 

Daniel looked up at me, frozen with one leg raised. 

"What?"

"Just let me look at you for a minute," I said, finding it hard to catch my breath. I'd seen him naked hundreds of times before, but sometimes a change of scenery can make all the difference. He seemed to ooze a new kind of masculine energy that I hadn't felt before. The nearness of nature and our removal from civilization made him seem somehow more primal than I had ever noticed. It was a highly pleasing realization.

Daniel stood straight and tightened his muscles for me, making his pecs bounce a bit. His eyes blazed with a wicked light that let me know we could start something right then and there that would leave us both breathless and exhausted for hours. 

If we didn't have to meet our classmates in less than five minutes.

"You like what you see, huh?" he teased me, doing a little turn to show me the curve of his spectacular ass, cupped and lifted by the thick white elastic of his jock. 

I nodded.

"Well, my dirty minded love, you are just going to have to wait."

"Do I have to?" I whined petulantly.

Daniel snorted a small laugh and leaned over to kiss me quickly.

"I promise I will make the wait worth your while, baby. Okay?"

"Fine," I conceded. "If I must. But I won't be happy about it."

Daniel stepped into his little shorts and lifted them to his hips, fastening the bronze buttons. My jaw dropped. They hugged his legs tightly, straining over his thick thighs, coming down just to the middle of them. His ass looked like he was trying to shoplift two cantaloupes out of a grocery store in the back of his pants. 

"I'll take that as a good sign."

"Yeah. Yeah, good sign," I breathily mummbled.

Daniel tossed a pair of cargo shorts in my direction and a white tank top for each of us. He chose a pair of black bikini briefs for me to wear underneath. It took some doing to stuff my hard cock into the paltry cotton fabric, but soon enough my shaft was pressed along my hip to the best of my ability. 

Daniel kissed me and patted my ass playfully.

"Ready babe?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

Ian was right outside our door when he unzipped the flap. He had a grin on his face that went from ear to ear and he was obviously struggling not to laugh.

"First, those shorts are amazing, dude," he said to Daniel, who promptly punched him in the gut. "And second, your tent casts some very interesting shadows. Like the worlds most erotic gay shadow puppet show. Where did you hide that monster cock of yours David?"

He barked a laugh and doubled over in a fit of giggles. For my part, I blushed bright scarlet. 

"Get your mind out of the gutter and come on. Everyone is already at the fire pit," Daniel admonished. 

Coach B was quite the outdoorsman, it seemed, and he had picked a trail for our first hike that would lead to what he said were some of the most spectacular views this area of the Blueridge had to offer. 

The trail was not very wide, only allowed us to walk side by side in groups of two at the most, sometimes narrowing in sections so that I had to walk behind Daniel with Ian behind me. I didn't mind in the slightest. Those shorts he'd bought left very little to the imagination. 

In fact, I had to fight my erection for the first hour of our hike.

Our little group hung to the very back of the long line of our classmates. We chatted amiably about everything from the upcoming graduation to my Valedictorian speech and our plans for the summer. 

Around midday we reached an open space where the entire group rested on the fallen logs and ate the brown bag lunches that Coach B had prepared. Wooden trail signs pointed to the various directions we could go: Outlook Point, Blue Water Falls, Church Creek Mill Trail. 

I sat beside Daniel and ate my peanut butter and jelly sandwich happily, my thigh pressed into his. Ian joked about and showed off by dead lifting some boulders from the ground in an unnecessary display of his superior strength. As if the fact that his arms were bigger around than my chest wasn't enough to hammer that point home already. 

It was after one of these displays that Ian noticed me staring in the direction of one of our classmates.

He sat alone on a log and hunched in on himself a bit. He stared about nervously, eyes darting back and forth as if expecting someone or something to come for him at any moment. 

God, but I remembered that look. I hated that I remembered it so vividly. I'd lived with that look as my near permanent state of being for years until just a few months ago. His brain was going full force right now, expecting something to happen to him, something most likely bad. 

I knew him, of course. We were a small class, we all knew everyone. 

Justin was like me: on academic scholarship, very bright, intelligent and a loner. He was tall, about 6 feet, and somehow seemed to be both etherial and sturdy at the same time. With a head of strawberry blonde curls that hung nearly to his eyes in perfect ringlets, he looked like something from a fairy fantasy painting, as if he should have a pair of dragonfly wings sprouting between his shoulder blades. His skin was pale and dusted with freckles but not overly so; his eyes were wide and open and so brightly green as to be almost off putting. Even his black rimmed glasses did nothing to obscure the intense emerald hue. 

"Justin!" Ian called across the semi open space.

Justin looked up, his bright green eyes going wide as dinner plates and his already pale skin draining even more.

Ian patted the open space on the log between us.

"Come join us, buddy."

I watched the shock play across Justin's features, weighing the pros and cons of taking Ian up on his offer. Ian patted the log again.

"Come on, dude. We won't bite."

Justin rose on obviously shaky legs and crossed the space to stand before us. He sank to the log between me and Ian. Every ligament in his legs was tensed and his spine was straight as an arrow.

"Hi," he said quietly in a pleasantly deep baritone voice.

"Hey," Daniel said from my other side. "You having a good hike so far?"

Justin's eyes were still wide, but to his credit, he nodded and answered that he was, yes.

"You wanna hike with us?" Ian asked abruptly and with a great deal of gusto.

Justin's full mouth hung open a bit and he seemed at a loss for words.

"It's alright," I assured him with a gentle pat on his knee. 

"Ian's great. I know what you are thinking right now, and you don't need to worry about it. You aren't going to be thrown off the side of the cliff or anything. Promise."

Justin smiled at me, still a little nervous. He had a beautiful smile, perfectly straight teeth. I vaguely recalled that there had been a few years when poor Justin had been a victim of that most dreaded social malady: braces, complete with head gear. It looked like it had paid off.

"Totally," Ian said, throwing a huge arm around Justin's shoulder, "you can be my hiking buddy, okay? Those two are glued at the hip, obviously," he indicated me and Daniel, "and Paul and Gordon may as well be siamese twins."

"Asshole," Paul and Gordon said in tandem, proving Ian's point and making us all laugh. 

Even Justin, who relaxed visibly.

"Sure. I mean, if you don't mind?"

"I insist," Ian responded.

When our lunches were finished and our group was cleaned up and ready to return to the trail, Gordon pulled us to the side excitedly.

"I just asked Coach B if we could go on a side trail, ya know, explore a little," he informed us. "He just rolled his eyes and turned his back. You know what that means. What he doesn't see he can't stop! Come on! Let's go to the Falls!"

It didn't take our now expanded group long to decide that The Falls would be a much more interesting hike than remaining with the rest of the class. We busied ourselves with absolutely nothing while the rest of the class and the chaperones started up the trail to the lookout. 

Coach B even called the chaperone in charge of leading up the rear of the line up to talk to him at the head of the group, giving us ample opportunity to slip away.

I would have to remember to thank the man for his tacit understanding. Who would have thought that I'd come to admire an athletics coach so highly?

Gordon led the way down the trail that lead to the falls. It sloped sharply downwards, much steeper and more difficult than the easy stroll the rest of our classmates were taking.

Paul followed behind him with me and Daniel in the middle and Ian at the end, making sure that Justin didn't fall behind or feel left out. 

At several points we had to jump from boulder to boulder, using each other to pull us from one place to another. It was fun to watch Justin fly like a rag doll over the small ravines and crash into Ian's muscled torso with a yelp. Ian smiled broadly each time, steadied our new companion and then continued on. Justin seemed to be in a state of perpetual blush, which only served to make him even more otherworldly.

The sound of moving water soon became clear. At first it was like a fly in the distance, only dimly registered, but with every step we took it grew louder and louder until it dominated the soundscape. 

We rounded one giant boulder and suddenly there it was. The trail simply ceased at the stone lined bank of the river. One moment we were in the forrest and the next, at the river bank. It flowed quickly over large stones jutting from the surface, making small whirlpools and little white caps here and there. 

Off to the left was the object of the trail: the falls. They were about 40 feet tall, maybe more; and they were stunning. The water flowed over the rim of the higher bluff and crashed into the wide pool below, a placid swimming hole about 50 feet across.

"That's more like it!" Ian exclaimed as he pushed past me and the rest of the crew, driving to the head of the line. 

As he barreled past us he tore his t shirt over his head, kicking off his shoes and socks. In a flash, his fingers undid the button on his shorts and he pushed them to the ground. There he stood in all of his naked glory, back to the group, muscles rippling, caressed by the midday sun and the spray. He spread his arms wide and lifted his face to the sun to take it all in. Then promptly climbed to a massive boulder and dove head first into the dark swimming hole.

"HEY!" we all shouted as one, all except for Justin who stood staring dumbstruck where Ian's naked flesh had disappeared beneath the surface.

For a breathless moment, we all stared at where Ian had disappeared. My brain was going crazy! What if he had hit his head on an hidden rock? You don't just jump without looking! He was built like a brick shit house and a Greek God, but that didn't make him ACTUALLY immortal.

His smiling face broke the surface some 30 feet out in the center of the pool and he raised his arms above his head with a characteristic whoop of excitement!

"Oh man! That's awesome! It's deep and the water feels great, you guys. What are you waiting for?"

"You absolute jack ass! You could have been killed!" I scolded. Before I could stop myself, I found my wrist backed to my waist, hip cocked, and one finger wagged right toward where Ian's head and shouldered bobbed above the water.




Speech and Debate Pt. 13



"Sorry Mom!" Ian chided sarcastically, treading water. "Come in! It feels amazing."

I noticed my pose. 

Yep. It's true even at that age. No matter how hard you try, you will eventually become your mother.

Ian leaned back and floated on the surface of the water, his nakedness now truly visible. His average cock was semi hard, sticking above the waters surface; the sunlight on his mounded torso coupled with the glistening wet skin made an impressive sight.

"Jesus," I heard Justin breathe behind me.

"Don't let him worry you, Bud. He does stupid stuff like that all the time." I clasped him on the shoulder and caught a glimpse of an interesting development from the corner of my eye. He was trying to hide it, but Justin's pants were definitely tenting out in front.

"And don't worry about that either," I said, nodding to his growing erection.

Justin blushed and studied the stony riverbank intently. 

"Alright, dumbass!" Gordon called, rapidly adding his clothes to the haphazard pile that Ian had left in his wake. 

Paul was not far behind him. In seconds two more naked teen bodies slipped beneath the surface of the calm pool, followed by the sounds of splashing and boyish laughter.

"You coming, baby?" Daniel asked, coming to check on me.

"You go ahead, I'll be there in just a second."

"Don't make me wait too long."

He kissed me quickly and then scampered off to join our friends, his clothing flying off him as he ran.

I turned back to Justin and found him staring at me as if I'd suddenly grown a second head.

"Oh fuck," I said, suddenly realizing what he must be thinking right now. "Sorry, dude. Totally forgot that you don't know about any of this."

"Ummm...," Justin squirmed. 

"So, Daniel and I are kinda...together. A couple? Ya know? I hope that doesn't freak you out any?"

"No!" Justin squeaked quickly. "No, no it's not that. I just....I mean I never suspected that...I mean, he's Daniel! And you two are?"

"Yeah, I know the feeling. Sometimes I wonder if I'm dreaming myself. But there you have it."

We watched the four boys horsing around in the pool for a bit, the occasional flash of bare ass rising above the water as they fought and jockeyed for position against each other. 

"Wow. Just...wow," Justin sighed, shaking his head and beginning to price it.

"They are great guys. Really. I never expected them to be. I mean you know what I mean being a....a nerd, like me. No offense."

"None taken. And it's not that...well not entirely."

"What's the matter then?"

Justin pointed to his crotch, indicating his now very obvious boner.

"So?" I said, "I've got one too. So do they."

As if he knew I needed his help, Daniel floated on his back in the pool for a moment, his uncut cock sticking straight out, hard as a rock above the surface, his full balls floating lazily between his legs. I indicated Daniel's condition to Justin as proof positive of my previous assertion.

"JUSTIN!" Ian called from the water, turning from the horseplay to gaze at the two nerds still standing fully clothed on the riverbank. "Come on dude! What are you waiting for?"

Justin looked to me, his fear and questions still fighting his obvious excitement for dominance over his features.

"Go on."

Justin gathered himself visibly, sighed heavily, and then removed his shirt. His body was long and lean, similar to Paul's but somewhat less defined. His skin seemed to glow in the sunlight. Unless I missed my guess, I thought I saw Ian's eyes widen a little bit. Justin's shorts joined his shirt on the ground and to his credit, he didn't try to cover his erection. 

And he had no need to.

He outstripped everyone there except for me. And he came damned close to giving me a good run for my money. He looked to be about my length, only a little less thick, but still far and away bigger than any of the jocks who stared at him from the swimming hole.

"Holy shit!" Ian gulped. "Dude! What do they feed you nerds?! Maybe I should have read more as a child, or something. For fuck's sake, David, dude, he's almost as big as you!"

Justin turned to me and smirked a small smile, apparently growing a little more at ease with the entire situation. 

Being hung like we were did go a long way in making that transition a smoother experience. He handed me his glasses, which I placed carefully on a rock on top of a pile of discarded clothes. With a final steadying breath, he dove from the rocks and surfaced quickly.

Before he had time to brush his red-gold curls back from his face, Ian's arms encircled him from behind and lifted him from the water for a moment, tossing him from side to side like a rag doll. Justin's long thick cock flopped against his hips as Ian jerked him around.

"Took you long enough, bud!" He joked, mussing Justin's sodden curls and swimming lazily around him. 

I couldn't help but think of a lioness circling her prey. Justin had no idea what was coming for him.

"New for me is all," Justin admitted shyly.

I smiled to myself and watched the five of them splashing contentedly in the water. Like the hyper organized guy I was raised to be, I collected the abandoned clothes and folded them neatly into piles on a large rock. I added my own clothes to the piles and stood on the diving rock for a moment. It was fun to watch a new reaction to seeing my cock for the first time. It stood out in front of me, hard and straight, bouncing slightly to my heartbeat. 

Justin's mouth hung open a little. 

I missed that. The jocks, at least those there at the moment, were already growing used to my size and girth. It was always a welcome ego boost. I dove into the water to join my friends, happy that they were my friends, that I finally had friends. I didn't want to lose that, not yet. I wasn't ready to face that. So I let the cool water wash away any fears for the future, what might come my way, and reveled in the moment.

For most of the distance across the swimming hole, I was able to stand flat footed on the smooth and semi-slimy river rocks that lined the bottom and have my head and shoulders above the surface. In the center of the pool, we discovered areas where the depth dropped off and we had to tread water to remain afloat.

It was heartening to see Justin begin to relax and splash back when the guys played around with him. He laughed and played and seemed to loosen up, easing into himself a bit, gaining a bit of the self confidence the jocks already had in spades. 

Daniel and I swam lazily, floating on our backs, our fingers entwined as we let the sun warm our skin, our cocks still hard and pointing towards the clear blue sky. It felt amazing to be so exposed, so vulnerable and yet so secure. Anyone could have walked by that trail and found six skinny dipping teenaged boys horsing around in the cool waters at the base of the waterfall. 

But I didn't care. I was happy. Daniel's fingers in mine, that was all that mattered, the cool water making all worry seem pointless.

We had floated towards the waterfall, the spray raining down on our upturned faces. We stood and I felt his arms around my waist, on my ass cheeks, squeezing firmly and pressing his hard cock into my own beneath the water. 

"Isn't kissing your boyfriend beneath a waterfall supposed to be some kind of fantasy?" Daniel teased, wiping a strand of hair from my eyes.

"I don't know." I replied, "Why doesn't my boyfriend kiss me and find out?"

He smiled at me, that crooked half smile that still sent me shaking inside and out. His lips pressed to mine and he sucked the air from my lungs, long and slow. His tongue danced over mine, hot and wet, strong and forceful, contrasting so sharply with the cool spray of the waterfall that I thought it must turn to steam on my skin. 

I was so wrapped up in the electric shock his kiss sent down my spine that I didn't even notice his hand leave my firm ass until he grasped my hard cock in an underhanded grip.

"Ahhh," I moaned into our kiss, my head falling back, blinding myself with the sunlight. 

I regained my composure quickly and returned to kiss him fiercely, my fingers clawing at his skin as he slowly manipulated my cock beneath the water. 

Our kisses grew in intensity, faster and faster, keeping time with his increasing speed on my shaft. I slid my hand down the curve of his smooth ass, feeling the strength of the muscles tensing and releasing just beneath the surface. I pressed my middled finger to the valley between his cheeks and slid it between his mounds, feeling him relax and arch his lower back slightly. I pressed my finger tip to his puckered opening lightly and pushed.

"Oh god, baby," he moaned, breaking our kiss, and burying his stubbly chin in the crook of my neck. He kissed me lightly as he fought the pleasure I could bring him with just one finger. "God I want to so badly, but the other guys? Won't that..."

"What other guys?" I teased. 

I of course knew they were still there, but the sounds of their splashing and horse play still echoed off the rocks. "They aren't paying us any attention, baby."

I pressed my finger tip inside his hole firmly, feeling him open for me and squeeze.

"Ahhhhh, oh god, yes...,"

He wound his arms around my neck, letting go of his grip on my cock. I pressed inside him again, a little more firmly, grinding my cock against his and sinking into him up to my second knuckle. I felt his whole body shiver against me, a ripple that ran from his chest to his toes.

"Again," he moaned.

I pressed my finger all the way inside.

"FUCK! Yes!"

Daniel suddenly turned his head this way and that, as if he was looking for something. He found it quickly.

"Over there. That rock. Come on."

Daniel moaned when my finger left his hole but he walked with quick determination towards a large nearly flat rock that protruded from the surface of the water, about 15 feet from the edge of the falls. When we reached it, he turned and quickly lifted me by my hips and sat me down hard on the smooth cold surface of the boulder. 

The water was shallower there, only coming to just below Daniel's belly button. Where he sat me on the boulder, I was completely out of the water, only my calves and below still dangling into the pool. My cock stood straight up, pointing right at the sky.

Daniel grabbed my shaft in his strong grip and jerked me slowly, the water making his job a little easier.

"Can they see us?" he asked, looking into my eyes as he gently stroked me, as if my answer to his question would determine what we would do next.

I turned to see if I could see the other guys. I could, but just barely. 

This section of the pool was semi-secluded by a large tree that had fallen at the edge, its branches providing a screen of sorts. I could make out our other four companions through the branches, but I had to focus to tell them apart.

"Only if they are looking for us," I said.

"How long do you think before they notice we've slipped away?" Daniel raised an eyebrow as he bent forward and kissed the sensitive head of my cock, pressing it to his full pouted lips while starting straight at me.

I immediately pressed out a drop of precum. 

Daniel knew just how intensely hot that view was for me: my cock in his fist, the head pressed to his kissing lips while his deep brown eyes begged me for more. And to top it off, from my elevated position, I could see straight down the gentle curve of his spine to the twin globes of perfection that seemed to float from the surface of the calm water like a gay man's Excalibur. He was bent at a 90 degree angle at the waist, leaning forward to lick and suck at my cock while I watched his bare ass wriggle back and forth, just partially visible above the water.

"Does it matter how long? Please baby?" I pleaded with him.

He smirked at me, quirked one arched brow at me, opened his mouth and slowly took me inside him.

I eased back onto my elbows as I felt myself slide into Daniel's throat. His tongue worked slowly and deliberately, mimicking the lazy haze of the afternoon sunlight. His mouth was hot and tight, sucking on my shaft with increasing pressure. His fingers still gripped the base of my cock and jerked me slowly while he bobbed down my length. He took me inside him until I felt my cock head press into the back of his throat. His other hand cupped and rolled my balls slowly, tugging from time to time.

He moaned around his full mouth and pressed more of me into his throat, opening easily. He'd gotten practiced at taking all of my length. I watched his ass wiggle and thrust on the surface of the pool, sending small ripples out all around him.

"Oh!" a voice suddenly squeaked. "Sorry, I ...I...I,"

Justin had swum around the fallen tree and come across our little show. 

I couldn't help but giggle thinking of just what Justin must have witnessed: Daniel's bubble butt in full view, his tight hole winking at him over the surface of the water, the back of his dark haired head slowly moving up and down on my long cock.

Daniel pulled off of me and turned, holding my shaft firmly in his grip to find Justin's shocked face. The poor kid had gone through a lot today. I felt for him.

"Hey, bud. Don't worry! Okay. We should have waited. Didn't mean to freak you out," Daniel said, giving Justin his best charming smile. 

I watched that smile take effect on him, smoothing his shock and awe to a dumbfounded slack jawed blankness.

Ahhh, how well I knew that look. 

Ian swam up beside Justin and quickly assessed the situation.

"Did they put on a little show for you, Bud?" he asked to the still dazed new companion. "They have a tendency to do that."

"Uhh, umm..., sorry, I just..." Justin mumbled, trying to find words, any words. 

"Didn't seem to upset you too bad, huh?" Ian hinted, glancing down beneath the water towards Justin's crotch. "Little Justin seems to like it."

That did the trick. 

Justin lost his dazed and confused look and went straight to mortified blushing in a heartbeat.

"Sorry!"

"For what?" Ian asked. "I think it's kinda impressive."

Ian raised himself from the water a bit, standing to his full height, the water coming just to his waist. He broadened his chest and puffed himself out, his abs tightening and his massive chest dancing, erect nipples standing out like dark quarters on the broad planes.

He didn't wait for Justin to adjust and acclimate to Ian's display. It was DESIGNED to shock and awe, and it worked on Justin as it did on everyone else. 

Ian reached across and grabbed Justin's hard length under the water.

I thought the poor guy was going to pass out right there. His eyes fluttered closed and his mouth opened. His fingers shot forward and grabbed at Ian's massive forearm, digging in hard to the smooth hairless skin. I watched small ripples begin to form around my fellow nerd as Ian slowly jerked his cock beneath the surface.

"See? No need to worry. Shit dude, you have one hell of a cock."

Whatever came our of Justin's mouth cannot be qualified as actual human speech. 

"Come on."

Ian walked towards us, Justin's cock still in his fist, leading the poor boy by his shaft like a puppy on a leash. Justin plodded along behind him. Ian winked at me before he lifted Justin from the water as if he weighed no more than a sack of flour. Justin plopped down beside me on the flat rock and stared blankly before him.

I put my hand on the small of his back, trying to shake him from the stupor so he could truly appreciate what was about to happen. I was shocked that Ian was doing this myself. I had sensed he was curious, but never expected he would be so...direct...in exploring that curiosity.

"Follow my lead dude," Daniel said to his friend with a wink, the two of them side by side in the water, between the open legs of two other guys.

"Oh, I think I'll take to this like a fish to water," Ian joked with a laugh.

In tandem, both jocks leaned forward and started to pleasure two nerd cocks on the shores of a river beneath a mountain waterfall.

"What the fuck is going on?" I heard Justin whisper in utter confusion.

I giggled a bit and rubbed the small of his back gently. He flinched a little at the contact.

"Just go with it. Relax. Feels good right?"

Justin's eyes fluttered and he moaned loudly.

"Oh, god yes. I've never....this is... I'm a... god, that feels...,"

His brain was running in a million directions at once. But I caught his drift. 

I would have to ask him when his cock wasn't buried in Ian's throat and his brain was back inside his skull, but I was pretty sure that this was his first sexual experience of any kind. Ever. 

Justin was a virgin. 

He would have some serious bragging rights for the rest of his life now: Ian was going to be his first. You could do worse. 99% of the rest of the world DID do worse, by default.

Daniel worked my cock faster, using his hands and tongue to jerk and suck me at once. Ian mirrored him. I watched Justin's features change, watched the pleasure and intense shock play on his face. They seemed to be mirroring my own. 

"Yeah, baby," I urged Daniel on, "that feels amazing. Take it all...god, yes. Take my cock all the way."

Daniel obliged and slowly pressed my cock deep into his throat until his nose rested on my pubes. I felt his muscles throbbing along my entire length. The tip of his tongue flicked at my balls in rapid motion.

"Oh FUCK!" Justin screamed, watching my cock disappear inch by inch into Daniel's beautiful mouth. Without warning Ian yelped around Justin's cock and pulled back quickly. Ropes of Justin's bright white cum hit Ian full in the face, splashing into his smooth skin.

Before he had finished, Justin was apologizing profusely, repeating "Sorry, I'm so sorry," over and over again. 

On the other hand, watching Ian get a full load of teen boy juice plastered on his face was enough for me to spew a huge jet of precum down Daniel's throat. My love was used to it and swallowed my offering easily, never stopping his gentle work on me.

"Hey, hey! No worries!" Ian tried to calm Justin, placing his big palm in the center of Justin's chest, "I don't mind."

He licked his lips, tasting a little bit of Justin's seed.

"Mmm. You taste pretty good dude," Ian said with a wink. "Come on, slide down, bud. It's fine, I promise." 

Ian reached his arms towards Justin, urging him to slide from the wide flat rock and rejoin him in the water. Justin seemed unsure at first, but Ian crooked his fingers and smiled. Justin pushed himself off the rock and began to slide towards Ian's waiting arms. 

Ian caught him easily and lifted him the rest of the way down, easing him back into the water slowly. He let Justin's body slide down his own torso, his still hard cock pressed between Ian's pecs and then down his abs until Justin was finally face to face with my massive friend.

"Your eyes are really pretty," Ian said, pushing a red-gold curl from Justin's forehead. "Never seen eyes so green in all my life. Thanks for letting me do that, okay? You wanna watch something real fun?"

Justin nodded, obviously still stunned. Ian still had white streaks of cum across his face.

"Your face is,...I'm sorry I didn't know that I would.... So quickly, I mean. It just felt so....I'm so sorry," Justin mumbled.

Ian used a thick finger to wipe a glob of Justin's seed from his cheek. He brought it to his lips and sucked it clean.

"I don't mind. Watch how the real masters do it, okay? That was my first attempt, but these two have been fucking for months now. They can teach us a thing or two."

Daniel had never ceased his working on my cock and I had tried to split my attention between the electric sparks he was forcing through my body and the burgeoning relationship that had just blossomed out of absolutely nowhere between Ian and Justin.




Speech and Debate Pt. 13



But Daniel's patience with my fractured attention had come to an end. 

I felt his hand on my ankles. He lifted my legs from the water and bent my knees, placing the soles of my feet on the flat rock. At the same time he took all of my cock deep into his throat and tightened his muscles around me. 

With my knees bent and Daniel placed below me on the rock, he had a direct eye level view of my opening. 

He only gave me a knowing, mischievous glance up through his thick eyelashes. No other warning. His thick index finger suddenly invaded my hole in a single thrust and arched upward hard. He knew exactly where my spot was now and he pressed it over and over.

"Ahhhhh! Fuck! Oh, god. Oh, god!" I screamed. 

My arms lost the strength to hold myself up and I fell back to the smooth surface of the rock. My vision flashed to white. I had no choice but to stare straight at the sun high above. My eyes closed tightly against the blinding glare and the intense pleasure.

Daniel drew my slick cock from his throat and used his free hand to jerk my cock, pulling it down between my legs so that it pointed straight up.

"Oh fuck yes, Baby. Finger my hole. Faster!"

I writhed against his finger. I tried to fuck myself against his hand but the rock was hard to move against. Daniel blasted in and out of me, faster and faster, his grip on my cock mirroring his work on my hole.

"You want me to fuck that tight ass?" Daniel growled at me.

"Fuck my hole, oh god." I panted.

He added another finger and I screamed like a wild animal, my fists beat at the hard rock beneath me, my hips thrusting into the open air.

"Cum for me baby. Show them how it's done. Shoot that huge load for me."

Daniels two fingers worked in and out, twisting and stretching my hole.

"I'm gonna...fuck baby...I can't..ahhh....I'm..."

I think I hit my head pretty hard on the rock as my orgasm overtook me. Daniel had pushed a third finger in and my body erupted. My neck lost all strength to help up my head, my blood pumped loudly in my ears, echoing inside my skull and drowning out even the sound of the waterfall crashing against the rocks only 15 feet away. I felt my balls pull up almost entirely inside my body as Daniel's fingertips pressed into my spot hard and long with intense pressure. 

"Oh my god!" 

I don't know who said that. It could have been me. Probably was. Also very possible that it was the assembled crowd who watched the first volley spew from my long thick member. I know that I felt at least three streams of heavy hot cum leave my cock before the first one actually splashed down onto my stomach. Daniel had aimed it straight into the air.

"Yeah baby. Fuck that's hot."

I panted on the rock, unable to catch my breath or lift my head to face my friends. 

I felt myself slowly settling back into my body, the sun warming me and bringing me back to life after what felt like a long long time. I felt Daniel lift me from the rock, taking my entire limp body weight in his arms and sliding me into the water. The cold shock of it brought me fully back to my senses by the time my feet settled on the smooth rocks on the bottom.

"Wow," Justin sighed. 

His cock was still hard, pointing towards his face, about four inches of it sticking above the water like an erotic snorkel.

Daniel kissed me gently and held me close to his body, steadying me against his chest and taking some of my weight until my strength returned fully.

"That was awesome baby," I sighed contentedly, leaning my head on Daniel's shoulder. "Ian, you still have cum on your face." 

Ian grinned, scooped some water in his cupped hands, and washed his face quickly.

"Better?"

I nodded.

"Thanks again," Justin whispered. 

He rose on his toes and brushed a quick peck against Ian's cheek, his lips just barely making contact before he pulled back and stared at the water. Ian's eyes went wide for an instant, but he recovered quickly.

He snaked his big muscled arm around Justin's slim waist and pulled him a little closer to his side. 

They made quite the pair: the huge, built, tan, muscle god and the slim fairy like being he seemed to be protecting in his arms. 

"Thank YOU, dude," he replied sincerely. 

I wasn't entirely sure, but I think Ian was actually blushing! At the very least, he was a little nervous. He couldn't meet Justin's gaze, but stared at the water instead. I hadn't seen him truly nervous around another person in a very long time. 

"What time is it?" Daniel asked to no on in particular.

We all shrugged.

"Probably getting close to the time to head back, I guess," Ian replied. "We should dry off and start heading back soon."

Daniel led the way, walking slowly around the shallow edge of the pool to where I'd left our clothes folded on the rocks. We all followed him. 

I couldn't help but ogle him from behind as he climbed towards the bank. The water streamed down his broad back and over his perfect ass. He ran his fingers through his hair and shook himself dry as much as he could. He found a wide, empty, sunny spot along the slowly flowing river and sat down easily. I sat beside him. Ian and Justin took seats beside us.

I laid back, my still hard cock flopping against my stomach. Daniel cozied up next to me, his head on my chest and my arm over his shoulder, my palm flat on the trimmed chest hair. 

To my surprise, Justin mirrored our position, snuggling up to Ian's bulk. His fingers traced Ian's smooth skin and ran over the bumps and mounds of his abs, getting ever closer to his shaved prick but never quite reaching for it. 

"Don't you all look comfy cozy." Gordon slurred from above us. He stood with his back the sun, obscuring his face. Tall Paul stood next to him.

"Shut up and dry off. We gotta get back to camp soon."

The pair sat down and laid back on the other side of Daniel.

My fingers brushed against Daniel's nipple and I felt him shiver against my side.

"Sorry, babe." I said. 

I wasn't REALLY sorry. I flicked his nipple again.

"Mmmm. Do that again."

I tweaked his hard nipple and he moaned, pressed his lips to my neck and kissed the sensitive skin.

"I didn't cum yet..." Daniel whispered.

"Awwww," I cooed gently. "Is someone feeling left out?"

I reached between his legs and found his cock ready for me. I grasped the smooth silky skin of his shaft and tugged gently, watching his foreskin cover his engorged head and then roll back again.

"Yes, baby," he whispered, "jerk my cock for me."

I leaned down and turned his face up to meet mine, kissing him gently. The sun on our bare skin felt amazing and life affirming. Daniel's cock throbbed in my grip as I worked him up and down.

"You didn't....you know...either, did you?" Justin asked Ian quietly.

"You don't have to....ohhh,shit..." Ian moaned. 

Good for Justin. 

If the heavy breathing coming from beside me was any indication, he had worked up enough courage to take Ian's rock hard tool in his hand.

"Well if ya'll are gonna do it, might as well," Gordon said.

Though Daniel's heavy breathing and ever increasing pants and moans into my ear were more than enough to spur me on, I would be lying if I said the other three cocks being worked on either side of me didn't help set the mood.

"Yeah baby...faster....I'm getting close," Daniel breathed.

"You want to shoot that hot load for me, babe?" I teased. 

"You want this hot cock buried in my tight nerd boy ass?"

"Oh fuck, keep going."

"Ditto," Ian growled.

"Cum for me baby," I prodded, jerking Daniel's gorgeous cock faster and faster, working my thumb over his head and gathering his precum, smoothing it over his silkky tanned skin. "Give me that load. I want it. Cum for me."

"Oh god...faster...don't stop...I'm gonna...oh god."

I felt Daniel's cock expand in my grip, felt the thick vein that ran along the underside of his manhood throbbing. I shot forward and placed my lips around his hard cock head. With two more strokes, he unloaded into my mouth.

I swallowed him as he shot, stream after stream of thick hot seed hitting my throat and coating my tongue.

"Oh holy fuck! You don't have to, Oh FUCK!" Ian bellowed behind me.

I turned my gaze, Daniel's cock still spewing it's last blasts onto my tongue, and saw that Justin had swallowed almost half of Ian's shaft and was taking his thick jizz in his mouth with natural ease. And obviously enjoying it. His cock throbbed and bobbed between his long lean thighs, leaking another thick load down his shaft without him even touching himself. 

We lay there for several long minutes, letting the setting afternoon sunlight dry our skin, evaporating the cool droplets of river water and our cum, leaving wide streaks of chalky white on our thighs and chests like salt on the roads after a blizzard. 

Well, those of us who didn't have someone to give our loads too anyway. Paul and Gordon, Justin and I, all bore the marks of our pleasure. Daniel and Ian were free of the stains. I caught them both looking at the others, admiring our badges of orgasm while we re dressed in the neatly folded piles of clothes I'd organized before we began our aquatic adventure. 

The trek back up to the place were the trail diverged and we'd climbed down to the falls was MUCH more difficult to journey on the uphill. 

I was a sweaty mess of limp hair and heaving chest, aching legs and back muscles when we finally crested the final hurdle nearly an hour later. More than a few times, Daniel had had to physically stop me from tumbling head over heels down the steep path when I lost my balance or misjudged a leap between two large rocks or roots. 

Ian kept Justin directly in front of him. 

I may not be the most coordinated or athletically gifted person to have walked this green earth, but compared to Justin, I was an Olympian. He fell backwards into Ian's chest and waiting arms more times than I could count. 

No one could be that clumsy! I got the feeling that he was feigning his missteps just to be rescued again and again by the wall of strength and stability that lumbered watchfully behind him. And his efforts were not going unpaid. Every time Ian managed to steady the tumbling nerd once more, set him back two feet on the ground, he would look down and smile warmly. And Justin's impossibly green eyes smiled back.

Oh yes, something was definitely brewing there. 

Finally, we were safely at the top, hands on our knees and attempting to catch our breaths. Even Ian sucked in giant gulps of air that made his chest appear almost obscenely large. I noticed the bulge in Justin's shorts as he watched the big lout from the corner of his eye. 

We were discussing which direction to turn in order to find our hiking classmates, when a growing noise from off to the left, where the path lead to the lookout point, answered the question for us. 

Quickly, we moved a few yards back down the Falls Trail and edged behind a large rock. The first of the group we'd abandoned for the detour came into view on the flat ground above. 

"No stopping! All downhill! Chaperones to the front! Almost there!" Coach B barked. 

The group was going at a very rapid clip, Coach B attempting to beat the setting sun. It still stood well above the tree line, but when it sank behind in a few short hours, darkness would fall quickly. 

When the final student scrambled past, our group bounded back up the Falls Trail and rejoined the tail end of the departing line. We waited for a moment to see if we'd been discovered. 

No one turned or paid us the slightest mind. 

Apparently, they didn't teach a class on chaperoning before they let parents sign up for the job. 

Never mind that, it all worked in our favor; we arrived back in camp and walked to our little enclave as if none of our afternoon detour had happened. Justin came with us, I was happy to see, urged by Ian's big hand on the willowy smaller boy's shoulder.

While the rest of us dressed and readied ourselves to join the group around the campfire for roasted hot dogs and S'mores, as was traditional, Ian helped Justin disassemble his tent from a section about 30 yards away and reassemble it right next to his own, within the bounds of our little protective clique enclosure. 

It really was a lovely evening. 

I was surrounded on all sides by friends, Daniel pressed close by me on the fallen log seat. How strange it was to think that if I'd never had spent that first night with my Daniel in Boston, all those weeks ago, if we'd never become what we'd become, I would still be here: but how different that would have been! I would be on the end of that log, closest to the chaperones, staring at the flames, lost in my own thoughts, trying to remain small and unnoticed, quiet and unassuming. 

Instead, know I smiled and laughed and let myself relax among people who had truly come to know me. 

Justin seemed to be lost in some similar daydreams. Every now and then his bright green eyes would go misty and wide, the leaping oranges and yellows of the fire pit playing across their glassy bright surface; in those moments he was far away, looking down on what was happening to him, as if it were a dream. I remembered that feeling. 

By the time the Coach was ready to start telling the expected assortment of stereotypical camp fire ghost stories ( the man with the hook for the hand, etc.) Daniel scooted from the log at my side and shuffled between my thighs, his upper arms resting across my legs and his head falling back to my stomach. 

Two or three sets of eyes widened when they noticed his move. 

I saw one or two of the girls turn their heads and begin the raise their eyebrows and mouth things to their closest companions. Katy noticed as well. She was on the far edge of the ring, nearly directly opposite from our group. She stood abruptly and moved to the outside edge of the circle, like she was "It" in our grade-level wide game of Duck-Duck-Goose. She started walking deliberately towards us, her head down. I watched her lips moving silently as she came nearer. At the same time, I saw the eyes of every person she passed suddenly go a little wider, a little rounder. Sometimes their mouths hung open just a bit. As she passed them, they shook it off and began to stare intently, anywhere but in our direction.

"That should do it. You're welcome boys!" Katy sighed as if she'd just spent a tiring afternoon mowing the lawn and needed a refreshing glass of lemonade.

"What did you do to them?" I asked. "Are you a witch or something? Are they gonna be okay? Look at em! No one is even looking within five feet of us."

Katy giggled.

"I simply told them all that the things I know about each and every one of them might accidentally find their way into the yearbook if they didn't shut the fuck up, grow the fuck up, and leave other people's business to themselves."

"You threatened them?" Daniel asked, a little taken aback, but still lying comfortably between my legs. I let my fingers graze the sides of his temples, feeling his silky hair move beneath my fingertips.

"It's not a threat. Just a reminder. Simple reminder is all." 

Daniel raised his eyebrow at her.

"Hey! I can't help it. I have a certain position socially now, alright? There are rules and stuff. You can't expect me to become Little Miss Goody Two Shoes overnight, okay? Geeze! At least I'm using my powers of darkness for good, right?"

Daniel couldn't help but smile at that. Neither could I.

"We appreciate it, Katy," I confessed sincerely.

Whatever she had done worked like a charm. No one paid us or our group any attention whatsoever. Not even when Coach B announced it was time to adjourn to our tents until morning.

Daniel wasted zero time in removing layers of clothing as we walked. By the time we passed the buffer tent, where my bags were stored and I was supposedly spending this evening, he had a pile of shoes, socks, shirt, and belt; and he held up his unbuttoned and unzipped shorts with one hand. He tossed the entire contraption in the little tent. He didn't even both to zip it back up.

"Someone's in a hurry," I joked. "Slow down, babes. There's no rush. We have all night."

Daniel kicked his shorts free and stood in the doorway of our big green tent. He was in only his white jock strap. 

It seemed to glow in the moonlight, beckoning to me. He reached casually between his thighs and cupped his full nuts in one large hand, squeezing them and lifting them towards me.

"Well, I can't argue with that!" 

My clothes joined his in the decoy tent. I, however, took the time to zip it up, just in case. No need to tempt fate or whatever furry critters roamed around at night.

I joined Daniel in the entrance of the tent, my arms moving around his waist, feeling the soft hairs of his stomach and my cock already rising to meet what was sure to begin any moment.

"Hey," Ian interjected as my lips brushed across Daniel's cheek. "Mind if we join you guys?"

He asked the question sheepishly, eyes downcast. 

When he noticed the state of our undressing and obvious arousal, he quickly averted his eyes.

"Oh! Sorry. Didn't mean to...interrupt...Shit. Sorry, dudes."

Justin held a rolled sleeping bag to his chest and shuffled nervously behind Ian. He looked as if he would bolt any moment.

"Why can't you use your own tent?" Daniel asked, resting his hand on my ass and squeezing hard. My eyes bulged, but other than that, I think I did a good job of hiding my arousal.

"I...well, I didn't measure it first. It's too small. Our feet stick out...I mean...MY feet stick out the end."

"Dumbass," Daniel grumbled. 

He sighed high and dramatically.

"Get in, then. But I make no promises that you aren't going to see things you might not want to. Our tent, our rules. You stay, you stay quiet. Understood?"

Ian and Justin both nodded as their smiles broadened. 

Daniel jerked his head, and Justin and Ian scooted into the large tent as Daniel zipped us up inside for the evening. 

Daniel had zipped together two sleeping bags for us to make one giant two person arrangement. Even as big as it was, it only took up about a third of the overall interior space. Daniel climbed in the far corner, nearest the back wall and I scooted in beside him, laying facing towards the middle of the tent. I pulled his big arm over my chest and cuddled back into him, levered on one elbow, my head in my hand. Daniel kissed the nape of my neck and I wound my finger into his and held our entwined grip to my chest, feeling the rise and fall of it and the steady drumming of my heart through our grasp.

Justin arranged his sleeping bag next to mine, towards the center. Ian placed his behind that, along the opposite wall. It was a nerd sandwich on Jock bread. So to speak. 

Justin lay on his side, facing me. The much broader and hulking form of Ian rose like a large hill behind him, mirroring Daniel and I. However, Ian did not touch the fairy like strawberry blonde. Just hovered behind him. Justin was tense, anticipating a touch, craving it, but scared it would come; just as frightened that it wouldn't.

I winked at him reassuringly. 

He smiled back and bit his lower lip. 

I nuzzled back into Daniel and felt his growing hardness press into my ass. I ground myself slowly into him, urging him on as my hand lead his to wander down my chest to my stomach and over the bulge in my tight underwear. 

My eyes fluttered closed, but before they did I saw Justin's green glowing eyes, still so bright even in the dim verdant moonlight that filtered through the wall of the ten. They widened a bit and his full lips parted.

Daniel ground himself into me. His fingers unwound from mine and continued to press into my skin. He worked them under the elastic of my waistband, inching closer and closer to my cock, over the trimmed pubes until he grasped me in his warm, rough fingers.




Speech and Debate Pt. 13



"Mmmm...yesss...," I moaned, thrusting myself into him. My arm came up to press his lips to the small of my neck. I turned so I was flat on my back and Daniel hovered above me. I laced my fingers behind his neck.

"Want to show these guys how it's really done?" I teased him, pushing my now hard cock firmly into his vice grip. 

I pulled him down to kiss me. His mouth opened for me and in an instant the other boys disappeared. 

My fingers grabbed for the muscles of Daniel's back, down his spine and to his ass. I felt it clench and unclench as he ground into my hips. I could just make out the growing wet spot as his precum began to seep through his underwear and mine, reaching my skin.

"Fuck this...I can't stand it...Can I kiss you, please?" Ian suddenly blurted out from somewhere in the void that surrounded us.

Daniel and I froze in the middle of our kiss. Our eyes both turned to look at our companions. Ian was raised on one massive arm. 

He looked down at Justin, who lay flat on his back, his eyes wide, his mouth open and working, no sound coming out.

"Say something Justin," I whispered, trying to jumpstart the boy.

Justin nodded. Just the tiniest movement of his head towards his chest.

Ian leaned in and kissed him long and slow. I heard the air leave Justin's lungs, saw him go rigid as a board before he gave in and melted into Ian's kiss. 

Slowly, as if on strings controlled from somewhere high above him, Justin's long arms floated from the floor and hooked behind Ian's thick neck. I doubt he actually could have pulled the muscle god in any direction, but Ian took the hint and sank onto Justin's lithe form slowly. 

"That didn't take long...," Daniel whispered at my ear, his voice full of knowing mischief.

"Hush, you, " I scolded and slapped him playfully on the ass. "I think it's sweet."

Daniel kissed me gently.

"Nothing like another couple to bring out the competitive side in me. Shall we?"

Daniel gracefully moved one of his hairy legs over me so that he was more fully on top of me.

"Let's get these pesky clothes off first," I giggled in anticipation. 

I pushed his jock below muscled ass and we both wiggled and maneuvered to remove our last remaining clothing. In the process, our double bag became mostly unzipped, the protective top layer flung back to reveal our nakedness to the rest of the tent.

Justin and Ian didn't even notice. 

The wet tongue sounds coming from beside us said that those two probably wouldn't notice if a Grizzly bear decided to take up residence with us for the night. Justin looked like he was trying to climb inside the large muscled boy, his lean lanky limbs and long fingers searching for somewhere, anywhere on his muscled form to grab on to.

Their separate sleeping bags were not helping the situation. 

Ian soon took care of that obstacle with rather too much force than was called for. 

A great loud ripping noise tore through the tent as Ian yanked Justin's bag open with one hand. I heard a distinct tear. At the very least, the zipper was stripped. 

But the result was that Justin's pale naked skin shone in the green light, his massive prick contained only by a pair of white cotton briefs. Ian looked down at him, watching his small chest rise and fall, the almost Elven proportions and long graceful lines of his body making the new boy seem positively otherworldly. Even his red-gold hair arranged on his pillow like something from a fantasy novel. 

Justin yelped when Ian growled low in his chest before he pushed his mouth to his fast and passionate. 

Daniel smiled and retuned to kissing me. 

I soon forgot the ball of limbs and lust that was writhing beside me as his lips pressed to my collar bones, sucking lightly, the tip of his tongue flicking gently over my skin.

He kept his grip on my cock and slowly stroked me as he worked down my chest. He took one nipple into his mouth and bit down hard and firm, his teeth making my chest rise from the floor as I pressed his head to my breast. My cock leaked in his hands. He rubbed the clear liquid into my shaft with one wide thumb.

My Daniel kissed and licked past my belly button and on the tender space where my hips joined. 

"I want you to make love to me baby," he whispered. 

I watched his soft brown eyes, tinted green and glimmering in the moonlight, gaze up at me from between my legs for the second time that day. He kissed the base of my shaft.

"Will you fuck me tonight. Long and slow?" 

He kissed further up, pelting inch after inch of my sensitive underside with his gentle kisses.

"Push this big thick cock deep inside me? Let me feel you fill me up? Hmm?"

His tongue flicked between his lips as he darted it over and around the slit of my cock, gathering some of my fluid to his lips and mixing it with his saliva.

"Please? Baby?"

He opened his mouth and sucked gently on the very tip of my cock, his lips pursed around me, my cock outlined on their soft surface.

I couldn't find words. These jocks could apparently reduce us nerd to speechlessness with ease. I took a page from Justin's playbook. 

I nodded.

I saw Daniel's mouth curve up in a wicked half smile half smirk before his body became a blur. One moment he was resting on his knees between my legs and the next, the perfect globes of his ass were just centimeters from my face, his hot tight hole begging me to get him ready.

"Get me wet, baby. Ready for that huge cock...," Daniel moaned, turning to look at me from over his shoulder, pressing his ass back towards me as if daring me to make the next move.

I grabbed at his waist and pulled him down onto me. My tongue found the sweet space between his cheeks and I flicked and circled him at lightning speed. Daniel thrust his hips back into my tongue, fucking himself against me face as I worked him in and out. His spine straightened and he grabbed my cock in both of his hands as if to steady himself. He jerked slowly and rocked back and forth against my onslaught. 

I gasped when I felt my cock disappear inside his throat. Daniel took me nearly to the base. I screamed in pleasure but never took my lips from his tight hole. I spread his cheeks as wide as I could between my hands and kissed and rimmed him while he sucked me deep inside.

We didn't realize how loud we were. 

Daniel had my cock firmly in his throat and my face was buried deep inside his muscular bubble butt when we noticed that the tent had gone silent. We turned our gaze a bit to find Justin's thick straight cock in Ian's grip, but both boys staring directly at us.

"Sorry," Justin murmured when he noticed that we had noticed them. "Keep going."

Daniel pulled off my cock. It shone slick and wet and glistening in the air.

"You liked that huh?" Daniel asked. He moved one hand to his own cock and slowly stroked his hard uncut cock for them, squeezing a jet of precum from it to fall to my chest.

Ian nodded in answer to Daniel's question.

"Then you'll love this." Daniel grinned.

He flipped around just as fast as he'd done before, this time straddling my hips and facing me. He leaned over me on one arm, reached behind him with the other and grabbed my cock in a reverse grip.

He lead my cock to his hole and wiggled it over the surface. His eyes rolled back and he moaned, looking down at me.

"I'm so tight tonight baby. God, I want your cock inside me. Go slow okay?"

He pressed his hips back and I felt my cock head pop inside him, squeezed tightly by his hot chute.

"Ohhh, fuck yes," he moaned. 

Justin and Ian both gasped. 

Slowly Daniel sank down my shaft, taking each thick inch deep into him. His head fell back and his eyes closed, his lip clenched between his teeth and he concentrated. I felt myself ensconced, held motionless firmly by him. I pressed past the hard ball of nerves inside him and watched him shiver when it did. He settled onto my hips and breathed deeply to adjust.

When he stared down at me, his eyes were clouded with lust, that fullness and animal satisfaction that only comes from joining completely with the one you desire most. 

"Make love to me, David," he quavered on shaky limbs. "Oh god, you feel so good inside me. Fuck!"

He fell forward, his torso collapsing onto mine, his face buried in the top of my shoulder. His hard cock, pressed between our stomachs, leaked a steady sticky sweetness onto our skins. 

Slowly at first, I thrust my hips up into Daniel, pushing him from the floor, feeling the weight of his lower body sink him even deeper onto my cock. 

"Oh god, please...more," he whined into my neck, softly kissing my earlobe.

I pulled back and thrust up more quickly. I felt his ass clench around me and spasm when I brushed his prostate.

"Again."

In and out.

Each time I thrust back inside him, Daniel seemed to raise a little bit from his collapse onto my chest. As if each thrust of my cock ratcheted his spine straighter and straighter, like tightening a screw. 

In short order he was straight upright again, his hands palm down on my chest as he rocked in complete synchronicity with my thrusts.

His uncut cock pointed to the roof, but he didn't touch himself. My fingers dug hard into his hips, pushing him upwards so I could get a deeper angle and then pulling him down to settles. My cock felt like I moved through silk and steel. His ass gripped and released in measured waves. 

"Oh god. Fuck me baby. Fuck me!" Daniel babbled over and over.

"Does it hurt?" Ian mumbled meekly.

Daniels eyes shot open and he stared off to his right. 

His eyes were wild and harried with pleasure. He never stopped his rocking, never stopped the measured pull and tug on my shaft, milking my cock with his entire body. I tried to focus on Ian's question, but 

Daniel was making it very difficult.

"Does it look like it...ohhhh, my god." 

Daniel's fingers clenched on my chest as a wave overtook him. 

He leaked a huge jet of precum onto my chest and growled like a panther as he rode the wave. My cock pulsed a twin stream of lubrication deep inside of him as well. 

"It's amazing...," he finished. He leaned in to kiss me.

"Fuck," Ian mumbled. If Daniel moved like lightning, Ian moved like molasses. 

But each move was deliberate and unstoppable. He rolled onto his back and easily scooped Justin up from the ground beside him, tossing him almost fully into the air. He landed on top of Ian, his small body not even coming close to covering the wide mass of muscle and bulk beneath him. Justin's hands looked almost like a dolls on the broad planes of his hairless chest.

Before Justin could adjust to the new position,Ian leaned forward and kissed him quickly.

Daniel still undulated on top of me in slow rocking waves, but the thrusts were more shallow now. We were both engrossed in the pair beside us, but still unwilling to totally cease our own building passion.

"I want to...I mean...would you? For me?" Ian mumbled.

Justin hesitated. 

He looked like a bird, his green eyes darting this way and that, trying to see if he could escape.

"You don't have to it you don't want to, I just..."

"I want to!" Justin blurted. 

He leaned in to kiss Ian quickly on the lips. 

Ian looked a little dazed but Justin continued.

"It's just...I haven't...I mean...I'm still a...virgin. I don't want to do it.....bad ya know? What if I'm..."

He trailed of. 

Ian raised a big hand to cup the side of his face.

"Hey. I am too. A virgin. With this. Don't worry though. If you want, I'm sure it will be..."

"It will be wonderful," I finished for him.

Daniel squeezed his muscles all over my cock, buried to the hilt inside him and I shivered, giving a little extra weight to my words. I knew of where I spoke.

"Just go slow okay?" Ian asked.

Gently, he reached between himself and Justin and jerked Justin's ample cock a few times, using his precum to get him slick and wet. He guided Justin's cock head slowly to his ass. His knees raised slightly towards his chest, Justin's thin body almost becoming lost between his tree-trunk thighs.

Well I certainly hadn't been expected THAT to be the starting point for Ian. 

Maybe I was still holding on to some of my own stereotyped, but if I'd been a betting man, I would have wagered the house with no reservations that Ian would have wanted to be the one to fuck Justin's high tight virgin ass. Apparently, Ian was more curious than I'd realized.

"Oh fuck...That's intense."

"Push out," Daniel offered. 

Though Ian could never know it, as he instructed his friend, Daniel's own body followed his advice, pushing out and squeezing me back in, sending jolts of electricity through my body as he rode me slowly. I inched ever closer towards release.

"Oh my god! Oh god...oh it's so big." Ian moaned. 

Justin's face was a mask of blankness, his eyes wide and staring his jaw slack. I couldn't see it, but I imagined his thick straight, milky complected cock, so close to my own in proportions, pushing ever deeper in Ian's virgin ass. 

They both must have been on fire!

As if to prove me false, Ian's massive body shivered hard, convulsing on the ground. His eyes rolled back in his head and the breath left his body. His arms came above his head and he relaxed entirely into it.

"Keep going. Oh god, I never expected it to feel like.....Ahhhhh!"

Ian's cock suddenly shot a huge stream of precum that landed on his chin.

"Oh god. Oh fucking god, what was that?" Ian asked with a little panic in his tone, his eyes harried.

"That," Daniel informed his, slowly raising himself up along my pulsing shaft to mirror the experience for Ian, "was your prostate." 

Daniel dragged my cock head over his own prostate and moaned loudly.

"Cool huh?" he panted, beaming as if showing his friend something really cool he'd found in the woods. A discovery he couldn't wait to share with his best bud.

"Oh god. Oh god. Keep going, give me all of it. Oh fuck, your cock feels amazing. Oh god, please. Fuck it's so big. So full!" Ian urged Justin on. Ian was apparently, a verbal bottom. It's never the one's you think, huh?

Justin still seemed dazed but pushed the last few centimeters of his impressive manhood into Ian's willing ass.

"Justin," Daniel breathed, picking up the pace of his rocking a bit. 

Justin still stared blankly down at Ian beneath him, now impaled on his cock and squirming in unabashed delight.

"Justin! Hey buddy?"

"Hm?" Justin asked, his eyes coming to focus.

"Follow my pace okay? Out..."

Daniel rose off my hips, pulling himself out until just my cock head remained inside his tight ring, squeezed firmly.

"In..."

He lowered himself down.

Justin followed suit.

Ian lost his fucking mind. 

He babbled incoherently on the ground so loudly we had to shush him. Still, he could not control his volume.

"Justin!" Daniel hissed, "make him shut up before someone hears us!"

"How?!" Justin nearly panicked.

For his credit, he still never stopped mirroring the in and out pace of Daniel's work on my cock, still slowly pounding his monster member in and out of Ian's now de-flowered ass.

"Figure it out!"

Justin leaned in to kiss Ian, hot and quick. 

It had the desired effect. Justin soon found he was nearly crushed beneath Ian's strength. His legs wound around the smaller mans waist and pulled him down, his hands clasped tight on his bare ass, easily cupping each cheek with room to spare. But at least his moans were stifled to a mere grumble.

Daniel kissed me as the two couples synched our rhythms. 

"I want you to cum in my ass, baby," Daniel whispered in my ear. "Give me that load okay? Fuck me till you cum!"

He began to rock harder on my hips, his pace increasing.

Justin kept up. The moans grew louder and louder.

"Oh yeah, baby," Daniel groaned, "I'm getting so close. Fuck me baby. God I love you so much. Fuck me!"

Faster and faster we rocked.

I felt myself growing closer. Daniel's ass began to spasm in waves, rocketing over my body in unknowable ripples. He clenched tight and held me there, not seeming able to control when he loosened again, just riding the high points until the finally built up and he crashed back down to relaxing.

"I'm gonna cum baby," I whispered, the sound rising through my clenching chest. "Oh god I can't stop it."

"Cum in me, David."

Daniel kissed me and his tongue worked into my mouth.

The first shot felt like I might actually do him some kind of internal damage. It splashed into him so hard, I felt it rebound and work down my shaft. Daniel clenched tightly, his eyes going wide.

He pulled back from our kiss, his spine straight, my chest the place his fingers dug in for support.

His cock jerked once, twice, his mouth open, his face raised to the unseen moon outside.

Suddenly, long thin fingers appeared around his olive skin. They encircled him entirely, a ghostly ring around his darkly tanned cock. 

They squeezed once and I only had a blink to process that Justin had reached over to finish Daniel off, before the first volley of his hot white cream splashed into my face. 

I jerked, but opened my mouth in time for Justin to aim Daniel's second blast at my tongue. 

It hit me, hot and sweet, tasting just as I'd remembered my Daniel. My second and third gushed filled my lover to the brim. I felt my seed leaking from his ass, dripping down my now-tight balls and falling to the red plaid interior flannel of the sleeping baf.

"Fuck!" Justin whispered, his fingers unwinding from Daniel's cock.

I replaced them instantly with my own. 

I kept my mouth open to receive any more of Daniel's juices I could milk from him, swallowing everything he'd given me gratefully.

"I can't stop...I'm gonna,..." Justin tried to speak through his clenched teeth, his eyes shut just as tight as he fought the inevitable.

"Do it. Inside. Please..." Ian growled.

Justin's eyes shot wide and I watched the bliss overtake Ian as his first lover poured himself deep inside.

It was as if each jet of Justin's thick cum coating his insides filled Ian's awe struck gaze more and more. His mouth hung open and a low harsh guttural sound grumbled from his chest.

Suddenly, a wet splashing sound slammed into the tent wall above Ian's head. 

Microseconds later, a second and third shot rang like the popping of gunfire or the splash of heavy rain.

Ian's cock twitched uncontrollably as he shot his load hand's free over his own head, eventually covering his face and finally coating his heaving chest. His nipples stood out now like snow covered mountains on the wide Savanna, glistening wetly with his orgasm.

Ian's body went limp beneath Justin's frozen thrust. His eyes rolled in the back of his head and he fell to the ground, each ligament loosening as he seemed to almost melt into the floor.

Justin hovered on the verge of panic. 

Slowly, Ian's eyes fluttered and he returned to his senses.

"I...I...I....Oh god, I can't breathe...I...Oh dear god in heaven..."

He panted harder than I could ever remember him panting from any of our workout sessions. It was rare for something to exhaust him or push him to his limits. Normally his limits seemed super human as it was. 

But Justin had done it.

Daniel slowly pulled himself off of my still sensitive cock, keeping my load buried tightly inside him. He arranged himself behind me agains, snuggling up tight and working his slick, cum covered cock between my bare ass cheeks. I wiggled into him, loving the feel of him there, even if we lacked the energy to flip flop at the moment.

Ian easily picked up Justin from between his legs, essentially bench pressing the smaller boy and laying him down beside him so that we once again formed a nerd sandwich on Jock bread, two couples facing each other. 

This time, however, Ian's arm mirrored Daniels and rested on the gentle curve of Justin's slender hips, his thick finger tips just barely brushing the red-gold pubes that sheltered his softening prick, slick still with the load Ian, too, held inside him.




Speech and Debate Pt. 14A



Hey! Long time, I know! I apologize. I was promoted at work and went from 15 hour weeks to 60 hour weeks. Just like that, my writing time vanished. But I'm adjusted now and able to write more regularly.

However, instead of the longer 15-20K chapters, I am going to be posting shorter chapters (this is 14A for example) that I would have normally worked into a longer piece. They will be about 5-10K instead. That way I can get you something new more regularly.

I hope that helps! Go to my author page here for more info.

DISCLAIMER: The following fictional story deals with sex among males. If you are offended by such material, are too young, or reside in an area where it is not allowed, depart. Though not observed in this story, care enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe sex.

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One Ring to Rule them All: Transitions and Promises

By: D A Mackey

For the first time since before my 18th Birthday, before meeting my Daniel, I woke up and just didn't want to get out of bed. My legs felt like tree trunks and it just seemed like an impossible task to lift my head from the pillow. 

Why can't I just stay asleep? 

I had been having the most wonderful dream: reliving the recent Senior Camping trip over and over. Each time, Daniel was more beautiful in my fantasy than he could ever be in real life. But, that was how I saw him: flawless, perfect, beautiful, and powerful. 

There was a danger to that. Or so I had been warned.

I had always been told that the "honeymoon" phase would wear off and that reality would eventually kick me in the teeth. His flaws would become glaring. His habits would begin to grate on my last nerve. Call it the price of admission, if you will. Getting to know the real man I had fallen in love with, in all of his human failings weaknesses.

I waited...but that just never happened.

Each and every day I just found myself in awe of Daniel and his boundless love for me. And mine for him. Where he was weak, I seemed stronger. Where I fell short, he lifted me up. 

So why couldn't I will myself to rise from my bed today? When I had that waiting for me?

Because it was the day of my high school graduation. 

It had finally arrived, after months and years of working towards it. I had always pictured it as some kind of emancipation. The shackles of four years of social torment and just trying to survive would be struck from my ankles and I would walk joyfully towards the setting sun. I had finally done my time and I was being released from the land of overly structured curricula into a world of specialized academia; a land where I could delve into subjects that interested me alongside like-minded individuals. I had dreamed of college since I was six.

And on the morning I was to receive my walking papers, so to speak, I didn't even want to be conscious. 

Sleeping was just easier than dealing with the conflicted world I suddenly found myself in. I could live in Daniel's arms while I slept. 

Safe, comforted, happy, loved.

Awake, I was worried and excited all at the same time. Before Daniel, I couldn't WAIT to leave high school. But since meeting him, he had changed not only my outlook on Jocks and love and life, but apparently also made me a little nostalgic for what I'd always thought of as my temporary prison before "real life" began.

Daniel had made my young life more "real" than I had imagined possible. 

My phase buzzed on the bedside table beside me. I groaned and rolled over to retrieve it.

1 unread text message.

DANIEL: Good morning, sleepy head. I can't wait to watch you on that stage, baby. I'll see you soon. I love you.

I smiled to myself, already feeling a little more human. My thumbs tip tap tipped out my reply

DAVID: I love you too Angel Boy. See you soon.

Sappy, I know.

Angel Boy.

It had just happened one day a few weeks ago. We had been lying in his bed staring at the ceiling and talking about nothing and everything. He brought up the subject of pet names. We had called each other "baby" for months now. He tried on a few really horrible options. Honey Bunch. Sweet Pea (too close to what his mamma called me) Blue Eyes, Lover Boy. None of them seemed to fit.

I had been embarrassed to offer my suggestion for his pet name. But eventually he had kissed it out of me; a feat I very much enjoyed.

"Well you always seem to protect me, watch over me, and are always by my side, no matter what. Like a Guardian Angel. My own Angel Boy."

I had turned seventeen shades of scarlet after that, but Daniel wiped a tear from his eyes and proceeded to make love to me for several blissful hours until we fell asleep with him begging me to call him Angel Boy, over and over.

So, thus, Daniel became my Angel Boy.

And, true to his namesake, he was watching over me even now, via text.

I grumbled a bit, but I got to my feet and shuffled to my closet. I picked out an outfit, not really caring what it was or whether it matched or adhered to any sort of style guide. I was going to be wearing a floor length polyester graduation robe, after all. No one would see whatever I wore under that.

I laid out my clothes on the bed, grabbed my towel from the back of the door and tried to disentangle the knots in my blonde hair as I made my way down the hall to the bathroom.

My tank top and sleep pants made a pile on the tile floor. I turned the knob and let the water begin to heat up while I surveyed myself in the big mirror.

I still wasn't quite sure what Daniel saw in me.

Not to get down on myself. I wasn't insecure. Not exactly. I just never really thought of myself as being all that attractive.

Being with Daniel had forced my body through some changes.

My chest was a little more defined now. There were some striations that hinted at the outline of abs and the barest whisper of those lines that bodybuilders call their Adonis Plate. My arms had filled out a little, become a little more defined and not quite so twig like. My shoulders even seemed a little broader. 

My skin was still pale and clear. The approaching summer had caused a few light brownish reddish freckles to appear across my shoulders and upper chest. They were matched to the same across the bridge of my nose.

But my eyes did seem to have a new light, a sparkle they had lacked before Daniel. Back then, they had always seemed like the eyes of...well... prey. Hunted, anxious. Now, though they were a long way off from being predatory, they seemed more at ease, more open, more engaged and actively involved in the world around me. 

And the piece de resistance, so to speak, my never-failing companion in love and passion was making himself known at that early hour. My cock stood straight and firm in front of me, bouncing gently in time with my heartbeat.

Even to my own eyes, I had to admire it. I mean, it was a luck of the draw type of thing, a lucky roll of the genetic dice...but hey, I wasn't going to complain. I enjoyed my cock immensely. 

Thankfully, so did Daniel.

As I showered, my body seemed to be going through the motions by wrote. Like when you get into your car and then, all of a sudden, you are pulling into the driveway at home, no direct memory of how you got there. 

My mind was still floating somewhere in the ether; disconnected and lost in worry and variously contradicting courses of action or inaction to the myriad emotions I was experiencing. No way made itself clear while the hot water worked into my muscles and kneaded the sleep from my corporeal form. No "Eureka!" moment for me. 

They are said to come when your mind is wandering and distracted...like sitting in traffic or taking a shower.

Sigh.

No such luck.

Even slowly jerking on my hard cock, usually a sure fire way to lure my mind back into my skull, had little effect. I could conjure up a short scenario and begin to play it in my mind, but then it would fade away in the fog of everything else. I couldn't seem to stay focused. Not even on THAT.

An 18-year-old boy who couldn't jerk off.

There was something seriously amiss with that situation.

I was still only half in my body when I got dressed in whatever nonchalant outfit I had cobbled together and laid out earlier. 

Ever been inside your own head and felt like you were being carried around inside the pocket of a giant? Pounding on the walls of your mind with both fists, screaming at the top of yours to WAKE UP! But the crystal clear bubble that is your prison holds fast, never waivers. 

Try as you might you can't seem to break through, though the walls are invisible and thinner than a breath in the dead of winter.

I plodded down the stairs, still in that distracted state.

Even the barbed and usually vitriolic wit of my little sister failed to illicit the usual counter response from me. When she made some half-assed remark about the irony of me, a gay man, wearing a "gown" (weak joke, even for her) I just shrugged and smirked at her. She seemed shocked at first, and then returned her attention to her Lucky Charms.

Even the gentle sobs of my Mamma failed to move me. 

Every now and then, she flipped pancakes and gently stirred scrambled eggs and bacon on the stovetop, she would let out a racking sob, her shoulders hunching forward and trembling for a moment.

When she fixed my plate and turned to set it down in front of me as I took my seat at the table, I saw her mascara and eyeliner had made dark wet circles under her eyes. She looked at me, biting her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes full to bursting with tears.

The plate clattered to the table and she wailed, "don't grow up! Not yet! It's too soon!"

She pulled me to her embrace and squeezed me so tightly while she was wracked with sobbing and wailing that I had difficulty breathing.

"Mom!" I gurgled. Her grip only intensified, as did her wails.

"Mamma! I can't breathe!" I gasped.

With a final agony wracked sob she released my shoulders, took my face in her hands and pulled my face forward, squishing it up between her fingers.

"Such a handsome man you've become," she started. "What happened to my little blonde baby? When did you grow up?! Seems like I blinked and missed the whole thing."

The sentiment was touching. I felt myself becoming a little more engaged.

"Still here, Mamma. Can't get rid of me that easy," I whispered and tried to smile as she manhandled (or MammaHandled...) my cheeks.

"Why does David get a home cooked breakfast and I have to eat stupid cold Luck Charms?" my sister whined.

In the way only Southern Mammas can, Mamma's face melted from weeping maternal softness to cold-eyed iron-hard fury as she rounded on my little sister.

Sissy knew she had crossed that line the moment Mamma's gaze hit her. You could see the whites suddenly bloom all around her bright blue eyes, the twin to my own. They very nearly popped out of her head.

"Because he is graduating High School, Darling," Mamma snapped, making the pet name seem almost a condemnation. "When you do something as momentous as that, then you too will get a big breakfast. But since all you've accomplished recently is being a thorn in your brother's side for no good reason, you will sit there and eat your Lucky Charms and you will be grateful and LIKE it! Do I make myself clear?"

Sissy meekly bowed her head, shoveled the remainder of her cereal hurriedly into her mouth and quickly cleaned her bowl before headed to the living room. She didn't even drink the left over milk...arguably the best part of a Lucky Charms breakfast. Grey in color (gross) but delicious.

"Wow," I said as I watched my sister retreat with her tail between her legs. "You didn't need to do that Mamma. I can handle her."

"Hush you," she scolded me lightly. "You got enough on your plate, Sweet Boy. You don't need to be dealing with her sarcasm today. Let me take care of you for just a little while longer."

That set her to weeping again.

I sighed and let myself be enfolded in her embrace once again.

"When's Dad meeting us?" I asked some time later once Mamma's sobs had quieted a bit. My sister still hadn't worked up the courage to return to the kitchen.

"He's meeting us at the ceremony. Or so he says," Mamma said flatly.

Another factor that had my emotional world in turmoil was the fact that my parents had filed for separation a few weeks back. At the time, I had been too wrapped up in my burgeoning relationship with Daniel. But as the weeks passed, as is the way of such things, the complex feelings associated with the disillusionment of my nuclear family had begun to worm their way into my heart.

I hadn't really sat down and dealt with any of them. I hadn't responded much at all when my father had moved most of his stuff into a rented two bedroom house about 2 miles from my own. I wasn't in denial by any means. I just hadn't focused on that particular issue as yet. 

Not that my parents heading towards divorce wasn't important. But one life altering change at a time, please. What was going to happen to Daniel and I after graduation and our last summer before college trumped even something as severe as divorce.

So, I focused on the food in front of me and pushed everything else to the back of my mind.

My speech was typed neatly onto several note cards and slipped into my back pocket. I had it memorized, but it would have been foolhardy not to have a backup close at hand. Just in case. My usually steel trap of a mind was obviously unable to function at its' normally peak capacity. 

Better safe than sorry.

I was reciting a rather academic and wordy section in my head, making sure I had the syntax and diction just so when the doorbell rang.

Mamma dried her eyes on a kitchen towel and hurried to the front door. I tried to rise from my seat but a curt, "SIT!" from Mamma stopped that plan.

Daniel had arrived. 

My heart began to beat a little quicker. The first sign of something close to life I'd felt since waking

"Morning, darling boy! Don't you look handsome? Well come on then, get in here," I heard Mamma twittering away happily.

"Thanks. And you look great, too," came Daniel's baritone reply. 

It took every ounce of my strength not to get up and run to him at the door. After wandering around lost in my own head all morning, his voice seemed to open a tunnel to the real world for me. 

And then I felt his arms encircle my chest from behind, his cheek pressing to my temple. I felt his lips kiss me gently on my cheek.

"Hey, baby," he whispered, pulling me tighter to his chest. My fingers dropped my fork and knife and gripped his taut forearms, hugging him even closer. I turned my face up towards his and saw his smiling brown eyes as if for the first time.

And I was struck with a sudden sadness. 

A deep hole opened inside me and at the bottom I could just make out all that I stood to lose: all the love and devotion, the care and comfort, the dramatic change in my life since Daniel had become enmeshed in my soul. All of that could be gone soon. Wiped away as if it had never happened. Today marked the beginning of a transition from the old to the new. Daniel, as new as he was still to my life, was part of the old. Staring down the possibility that he may not be apart of the new made my stomach want to tie up in knots.

Then he kissed me. 

Gently. So soft and serene as to make a spring day seem like a monsoon. The moment his lips touched mine, that crystal prison shattered and my mind settled easily back into me. Like a feather floating to the ground. When he pulled back I was a little starry eyed and dazed. I cleared my throat and tried to mumble my greeting, but very little in the way of actual recognizable speech actually made it past my lips.

Daniel didn't mind.

"Hey Little Brat," he shot sarcastically towards my sister, who had finally worked up the courage to poke her head around the corner. 

"You ready to be the lady of the house once David heads to school? Just a few weeks and you're rid of us entirely."

"Don't I wish, Rocks-for-brains," she quipped, gingerly entering the kitchen to spar with my boyfriend, but always keeping a watchful eye on Mamma. One scolding a day was more that enough for anyone. "But, alas, he will have to come home for breaks and Christmas and all that. So, I won't be totally free quite yet. But a vast improvement."

Daniel laughed and reached for her, pulling her into a tight hug and squeezing her tight. I reveled in the popeyed expression and bright red blush she tried in vain to control.

"Can't get rid of us that easy, huh? Well, either way, you look very lovely this morning."

"Thanks," she replied, for once without a hint of sarcasm or bile.

"You're in a good mood today, Daniel," Mamma said as she stacked another pancake on a plate she was preparing to set in front of him. 

"Maybe you can get this one to cheer up a bit. Been a bit of a Gloomy Gus all morning. As far as I can tell. But what do I know? You boys make about as much sense as a fish with wings."

"Those exist you know," I chimed in without thought. "Well, they aren't really wings in the truest sense of the definition, just elongated fins that allow for several yards of lift when launched out of the..."

"Let's get you polished up and ready to go, baby," Daniel interjected. I looked up and saw the befuddled faces of my family members. 

I had been rambling. I had a tendency to do that when I was nervous, anxious, or upset.

"Sit and eat a minute," Mamma offered, gesturing to the plate she'd prepared, piled high with more pancakes and eggs than any two grown men had a right to consume.

"I ate at home, Ma'am," Daniel said. "But thank you kindly for the offer."

I rose from my seat and took my plate to the sink, washed it as I had been taught since I was old enough to walk, kissed my Mamma on the cheek and waited for Daniel.

He jerked his head towards the staircase. I walked past him and before I got so much as two feet ahead, his full handed swat to my ass made me yelp and jump nearly two feet in the air.

"OUCH!" I whined, rubbing my sore butt cheek.

"Had to do something to get you to wake up! You're like a zombie this morning," Daniel joked, doing his best to raise my spirits with his tone.

"Get a room," my sister groaned.

"Where do you think we are going?" Daniel replied, raising one eyebrow at her and causing her to blanch to a shade resembling cooked rice.

I smiled to myself, reveling in her discomfort and the ease with which Daniel put her in her place, and headed up the stairs to my room.

Before the door had closed behind Daniel and we were safe and alone in my little sanctuary, Daniel's face morphed to a look of outright concern.

"What's the matter baby?" he asked, leaning against my door as I took a seat on the bed. "Your Mamma is right, you seem off today. What's wrong?"

I wanted to weep. I was so frustrated. For someone who had always relied on words and wit to survive in the harsh realities of life, it was beyond awful to be at a loss for words. 

I grunted and flung myself back on the bed, my hand covering my eyes in the hope that I wouldn't cry.

"I don't know," I complained helplessly. "I can't describe it."

I felt Daniel sit on the bed beside me and then lay down next to me. He shuffled around so that he propped himself on one elbow, his free hand resting on my chest and rubbing lightly. I felt myself relax almost instantly.

"Sound to me like you are worry too much," he whispered. He leaned in to kiss me gently on the cheek. "You can tell me anything baby. What's got you so torn up? Let me help..."

The love in his voice is what finally broke me reserve. Here he was opening himself up to me, making himself vulnerable and asking me to lay my problems on his shoulders, let him help carry the burden. I still couldn't bring myself to look at him directly, but I felt the words I'd been searching for begin to take shape in my mind.




Speech and Debate Pt. 14A



"I just never thought this day would feel like this. I always thought I would be overjoyed to get out of High School, but now...now I just want things to stay the way they are. I don't want my life to change. I just started being happy, for the first time since I can remember and now..."

Daniel sighed and snuggled next to me, wrapping his massive arm around my chest and holding me tighter to his body.

"So you're scared that things will change between us now that High School is officially over?"

The dam broke and hot salty tears began to stream down my face. I turned and buried my face into his chest and let him rock me into him as I wept like a baby.

"Don't even think that way, David," Daniel began, his lips close to my ear as he stroked my hair and did his level best to calm my sobs. "I'm not going anywhere, okay? Okay? I swear it. I couldn't even if I wanted to...which I do not."

"But we aren't going to the same school..." I whimpered through my sobs.

"So? Plenty of couples don't go to the same school. But you have a car. I have a car. We will make it work. Okay? Plus that is months away yet. We have the entire summer still."

"But..."

"No buts, baby," Daniel said firmly. He pushed me back by my shoulders and looked me square in the eyes. His soft brown eyes shone with a wetness that surprised me, but they were intent and calm, sure. "We have all summer together. And after that, the rest of our lives. One little graduation is not going to change any of that. I won't allow it. Understand? You are stuck with me David. I'm sorry to say it, but you're mine and I'm yours and there is just no two ways about it."

I smiled and choked back a laugh. He leaned in to kiss me and my head spun like a top.

"You ever wonder what life would be like right now if I had joined the Debate team freshman or sophomore year instead of this semesters?" he hypothesized. "You think we'd be married by now?"

"Married?" I asked. "In the Bible Belt South? Unlikely." 

His face fell a little bit and realized my error.

"No! No! I would have married you in a heartbeat. Mamma would have been a little hard to convince and all, but...well, fuck! I just screwed things up again didn't I?"

Daniel chuckled and calmed my anxieties with yet another kiss. If I could survive on those kisses and nothing else I would do so and happily.

"Easy, love," he whispered. "At the very least, I could have avoided that train wreck of a relationship with Amy."

"She's not that bad."

"Sticking up for the enemy, huh?" Daniel joked. "I knew there was a reason I love you so much. You always find the best in people, even those who don't deserve it."

Until he had mentioned her, I had nearly forgotten that I would have to see her today at Graduation. Since her downfall after Prom, she had remained relatively low key. She shuffled about on the fringes of the social order like a ghost. No one really paid her any mind. She had gone from the most visible and well-known celebrity, a gigantic fish in a very small pond, to something barely more than a minnow. There were freshman girls who could easily put her in her place now.

It was sad to see. I never would have guessed it, but I had more in common with her now than I thought possible. I knew all to well the world in which she walked. It had been my own for years. I couldn't help but wonder if I had, in some way, replaced her. If there was only so much room at the top of the social ladder. When my relationship with Daniel had elevated my social standing, had it become necessary that someone already at the top must fall? 

If so, then I would have a nagging sense of guilt for the rest of my life. I knew there was nothing I could do about it, not really. Might as well wish to command the weather. Pointless. Things were the way they were and human nature wasn't going to change simply because a gay nerd had a twinge of a guilty conscience. 

"Wow, you really are all over the place aren't you?" Daniel suddenly interjected, pulling me from my thoughts of his ex-girlfriend.

"Huh?" 

"Your face got all serious and concerned there for a minute. Like you were thinking really hard about something."

I waved away his concerns.

"No matter. I'm okay." 

I snuggled up close to him and nuzzled my face in the gentle curve of his neck, letting his hands roam the broad expanse of my back. I drank in the scent of him, the manly, masculine, scent of the man I loved. And who loved me. 

"I almost forgot," he said after a long while in our comfortable embrace. "I brought something for you. Wait here."

Daniel disentangled himself from our ball of limbs, stood and searched for his bag. I was treated to a lovely view of his roused bubble but in his tight khaki pants when he bent over to fish something from one of the pockets.

"Can't complain about the view..." I joked, making an Eartha Kitt growling sound to complete the come on.

Daniel guffawed.

"Perv."

"Guilty."

He stood straight and turned and held out his open palm towards me. There, in the middle of his hand, glistening in the soft yellow light of my room was a stainless steel cock ring.

"Remember this?" he asked.

It took me a moment, but soon it DID come back to me.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed. "I had completely forgotten about that! Where in the hell did you find it?"

It had been months ago. The very first night we spent together in Boston at the Regional Speech and Debate Finals. The first night we had made love and begun this life altering world-changing journey that took us to today. He had bought it along with the purple vibrator that still lived hidden under some socks and papers in my bedside table. We had never gotten around to actually using it. 

Other...things...had distracted us. 

"I was going through my David Box this morning and I found it on the bottom under..."

"David Box?" I asked. "What the hell is a David Box? Sounds vaguely serial killer esque."

That earned me a little laugh.

"Nothing like that. Just a box of all the stuff we've done together. Receipts, movie stubs, letters, notes, mementos. A box of all the little things that make up our life together. It's sappy, I know. I didn't do it consciously, mind. It just sort of accumulated over the weeks..."

He was blushing and looking at the carpet one toe making nervous circles in the off-white fibers.

"It's incredibly sweet," I said.

"Really?" he looked up at me with a questioning gaze, his eyes wide and searching for reassurance.

I nodded and gestured for him to come to me.

As he came nearer to me, I scooted myself back onto my bed and opened my legs, leaving his a space to crawl up. His face inched closer to mine as I sank back to the mattress and watched in awe as his beautiful face hovered just inches from mine, his big arms on either side of my chest.

"Let's see if I can't get your mind off of your worries?" he whispered and gave me that devious half smirk half smile.

The feel of his lips on the sensitive skin of my neck made my knees rise to my chest. All of my breath oozed from my body in a hurried gasp. Tightening around his black hair, my fingers twisted and pulled him deeper into me, urging him to keep going. 

His lips moved to my collarbones. I felt his fingers on the bottom button of my shirt, fumbling to undo it.

"Tear it open," I sighed, my eyes closed as he showered my neck with kisses that were slowly bringing me back to life.

He did not need to be told twice. 

With a twanging pop all eight of the buttons on my shirt flew into the air in every direction and clanged to the floor. Before I could adjust, Daniel's mouth was on my right nipple, sucking and licking it, biting down hard on the tender pink flesh as it hardened between his teeth.

"Oh fuck..." I moaned and ground my hips up into his. My hands grabbed at the globes of his perfect ass and squeezed hard, pulling him into my rapidly stiffening prick.

"How could you ever think I would leave this," Daniel said, looking up the length of my torso as he slowly kissed his way down my stomach. He flicked his warm wet tongue over my belly button and my back arched from the mattress.

His tongue traced over the lines of my hips, flicking quickly over the curve of them as his fingers masterfully undid my belt and unbuttoned my pants. His palms pressed flat to my stomach and he 

moved them slowly up to my chest, squeezing my pecs and letting a small moan escape him, deep and primal.

"I love you so much," he whispered, looking up at me.

"Oh god," I groaned, "I love you too."

My cock was making itself known even under my boxer briefs and now unzipped pants. Daniel opened his mouth and kissed and sucked on my covered shaft, wetting the fabric. I felt a small drop of precum soaking through as he worked my tool.

"Please baby," I whimpered, "Please. Get it out."

The mischievous throaty laugh that got set my blood to pounding in my ears. I lifted my hips from the mattress and let Daniel work my pants and underwear from my legs. My hard cock flopped onto my stomach and immediately began forming a pool of crystal liquid.

"Is that better?" he teased. "Should I just leave you like that?"

I pushed my hips towards his face, seeking him out, wanting my cock buried in his tight throat. The distracted and anxiety ridden hole I had been trapped in this morning was suddenly light years away. All that mattered now was Daniel. 

Always Daniel.

"Suck my cock, baby," I said. "Please?"

"If you insist..."

Daniel's hand held me down by my hips. His mouth opened and in a masterful thrust, he pushed first my cock head and then my entire long, thick shaft down his throat. His eyes never left mine.

"Oh, holy mother of god!" I screamed as my fingers tightened on his hair and I thrust my cock ever deeper into him. His breath was hot on my pubic hair, his throat working my tool in waves.

He pulled back and worked his tongue around my head and slit, swirling around and sucking firmly, milking the sweet pre cum from me and swallowing it down gratefully.

With my cock head still in his mouth, his tongue sending waves of unrivaled pleasure through every nerve of my body, Daniel held up the silver cock ring between his thumb and forefinger while he raised one eyebrow at me.

"YES!" I nearly shouted. 

The image of his full soft lips as they encircled my thick cock...well, there was no more coaxing necessary. 

My cock popped from his mouth with an audible noise. He stood at the foot of my bed, crossed his arms to grab the hem of his black polo shirt (which made his chest bunch up and become even more impressive than it was normally), and lifted it easily over his head.

His beauty was, as always, stunning. He stared down at me, his chest rising and falling, the square outline of his pecs covered in soft trimmed black hair. His nipples were dark and hard already, standing at attention.

"Jesus," I exhaled.

Daniel giggled a bit.

"And that's not even the best part..."

He turned his back to me, his wide shoulders and defined lats and delta popping out beneath his smooth olive skin. He craned his face over his shoulder to look at me as he worked his fingers into the waist of his pants. Slowly and with deliberate languor, he pushed his pants to his ankles.

First the smooth rounded top of his ass appeared, followed by the deep crevice that hid his tight puckered hole. He flexed his ass for me as he bent at the waist, making the dimples on the sides of the muscle jump and twitch. I loved watching his slow reveal, the little jiggle and bounce as the waistband pushed below his ass cheeks and continued down. His hamstrings...his calves...the way his black curly leg hair faded and stopped about 2/3 of the way up his chorded legs. 

"Better?" he asked, looking over his shoulder. "How's the view?"

"Perfect," I breathed.

Daniel turned back to face me. His uncut cock stood out straight from his body, arching slightly upwards. The small square of trimmed black hair above his gently pulsing member made it look even more impressive. His foreskin was rolled back slightly, exposing his dark red cock head almost entirely. His huge low hanging balls swung easily between his hairy thighs. 

All in all, he was meal ready to eat.

"If you want this, I can make you a promise right now. It is yours. Always. All of it. All of me. And not just my body, you know. When I say all of me, I mean it. All of me. Forever and for always."

I scooted to the end of the bed and reached for him, my arms outstretched, waiting for contact. He moved towards me and I hugged him to me, his hard cock pressing into my chest as my cheek buried into the soft hair on his six pack abs. My arms wrapped around the small of his back. I was to touched by his promise that I didn't even need to work my way down to his ideal ass. I just hugged him to me and felt the warmth of his skin on mine. His fingers played with my hair, stroking it and twisting the golden locks around his thick digits.

"If I can have you forever, then I accept," I whispered and kissed his stomach.

"Good, because we are just getting started."

I sometimes forgot how strong my Daniel was. His hands were under my armpits and I was suddenly airborne, naked and flying through the air towards my headboard. I bounced when I landed, but only once because Daniel straddled my hips and knelt over me before I came to a full and complete stop.

"We have a good hour before we have to leave for the ceremony," Daniel started, his cock tantalizingly close to me, yet unreachable. Try as I might, when Daniel was on top, he wasn't going to move unless HE wanted to be moved. "Do you have any ideas how we can spend it?"

"More than a few..." I offered.

Daniel reached behind him and grabbed my aching cock in a backhanded grip.

"Oh god..." I sighed as more tension evaporated from my body.

Slowly, he jerked my cock up and then back down, his long fingers cupping and rubbing my sore balls when he got to the down stroke.

"The cock that changed my life," Daniel said. "God, I love your cock. I love it so much, I want to put a ring on it."

That set both of us to a fit of boyish giggles. Daniel retrieved some lube from my bedside table and sat easily on his heels. Even in a relaxed state like that, his muscles gleamed and shone, each in their individual glory, no flexing required. 

He drizzled a long stream of the lubricant onto the tip of my cock and then sent my entire body into convulsions when he worked it all the way down my length and over my balls.

"They say cock rings make your dick even bigger. I'm interested to find out..."

Daniel grabbed the stainless steel cock ring and slid it down my shaft. It fit with a little room to spare. When he had it worked to the base of my cock he told me to breathe deep. One at a time, he wiggled and maneuvered my balls underneath the tight metal circle.

Almost instantly, I felt my pulse in my cock. It throbbed almost 

painfully. I was harder than I had ever been. Even the slightest gust of air against my lubed skin sent my cock to twitching.

"Holy Shit!" Daniel nearly chocked. "It's incredible."

He reached out and jerked my cock once, ever so lightly.

I nearly lost my mind.

My back arched from the bed and I screamed so loudly that Daniel had to throw his hand over my mouth.

"Shhh," Daniel admonished, trying not to laugh at my obvious pleasurable discomfort. "I really want to see if I can do it."

There was a familiar gleam in Daniel's eye. It was at once full of lust and competition. He had found a goal and now he was looking forward to conquering it.

"You ready, love?" He asked.

"Give me something to focus on," I whined. "All that attention on my cock right now and I'll explode. I sweat to god I'll just explode in a puff of smoke."

Daniel thought for a moment, and then quickly flipped around onto all fours, pushing his tight clean jock boy hole towards my face.

"Might as well kill two birds with one stone, huh baby? Get my hole good and ready, because you are going to fuck me very soon."

I growled at him like a wild beast, wrapped my arms around his hips and dove for his ass like it was my last meal.

"Ohhhh Fuck yes!" Daniel groaned, sitting back onto my tongue and bouncing his ass against my face. I lapped and sucked and licked at his tight opening, burying my tongue as deeply as I could inside of him, feeling him squeeze me.

Daniel reached behind him to pull apart his ass cheeks.

"Rim me baby. Oh god, yes, fucking eat my tight jock hole. Fuck me with your tongue."

I was a man on a mission. My jaw was getting tired already but I did not care in the slightest. I moaned and growled as I devoured him, the taste of him on my lips intoxicating me, making me high.

I felt his balls bouncing on my chest as he fucked himself against my rimming. 

"Fuck baby, that feels amazing. Don't stop...oh FUCK! YES! Don't you dare stop. God you're precumming so much. Holy fuck!"

And with that, he leaned forward and took my cock head in his mouth.

It felt like when he would jerk my cock JUST after I had blown a huge load, sensitive and tingly and nearly painful but right on that line. A pleasure so great it bordered on pain.

I threw my head back, distracted even from rimming his twitching hole and bellowed towards the ceiling.

"Ohhhh fucking god!"

Daniel sucked harder. He bobbed up and down my cock, lapping up the precum that flowed from me in a never-ending stream. The cock ring had turned on the spigot and there was no stopping it now. 

"Your precum even tastes sweeter with this on," he panted in the split second it took him to pull back from my cock. He engulfed me again the instant he'd finished talking.

I had no choice but to dive back into his tight ass. Not that I wouldn't have anyway, but it was almost necessary now to throw some of my attention to that so that I didn't writhe in heavenly agony from the sensations he was lavishing upon my rock hard, bigger-than-ever cock.

And just as quickly, he was not holding me down any longer. As fast as lightning he moved beside me and pressed his entire body into mine. 

He grabbed at my face and pulled me in for a kiss. My mouth opened and I felt his tongue enter me. I tasted my own sweet precum on his wet and puffy lips, and the sweet taste of his clean manhood as well. 

They should bottle that and sell it. It's the world's most incredible taste. 

"God, I love you," he panted between kisses, breaking our lip lock only long enough to shower me with attention and then joining with me again. "So much. God so much!"

I was breathless and speechless. Screw graduation. Screw the ceremony. Screw my Valedictorian speech. It was all bunk. Worthless, meaningless bunk. THIS, right here, with Daniel...this is what mattered.

"Make me cum baby? One more time as high school guys?" Daniel begged breathily. His hands never stopped moving over my body. 

"Push that huge cock into me and make love to me until I cum..."

He didn't break our kiss but he twisted in my grip so that his back was to my chest. He pushed his glorious ass towards me and I felt my almost too hard cock slide slickly between his cheeks.

"Mmm, Ohhhh" Daniel whimpered into our kiss. "Please...please, David."

I kissed him deeply and held on to his hips. Without answering him, I pulled my hips back, felt my way blindly and pushed forward.

My cock head popped inside his tight hole without resistance; slowly I sank inch by inch into him, my spit and his lubricating the way.

"OHHHHH shit! I'm...Ahhhh...Ahhhh...oh!" Daniel panted and groaned when my cock was about half way inside him.

Suddenly, his ass gripped my cock like a vice, clamping down and convulsing. Daniel made a strangled gurgling sound.

Then his ecstasy-ridden face was suddenly plastered with several thick ropes of his white jock cum! They landed on his cheek and chin, across his lips, over his arched brows. 




Speech and Debate Pt. 14A



I hadn't even done anything! My cock wasn't even all the way inside of him and he had already cum. I wasn't sure weather to be insulted or proud.

"Don't stop," he whined, thrusting his hips back, pushing more of my cock inside him. 

Proud it is, then.

"You just made me cum without touching myself! Oh fuck...it's so big baby. Oh god, fuck me! Make me cum again. I'm already close..."

My cock was on fire inside of him. I pushed the final inches into him and felt my hips settle against the smooth muscled hardness of his ass. His hole squeezed and tightened on me as he fucked himself slowly against my cock. I felt my precum leaking from his tight hold, dripping between us and making my thighs sticky and wet.

"Pound me, baby. Fuck me hard!" Daniel growled, twisting around to grab the back of my neck and pull me in for a kiss.

"Not today, Angel Boy..." I teased.

His face turned pale for a moment, but changed to blissful wantonness when I pulled back and then thrust into him slow and steady. I felt every detail, every centimeter of my be-ringed cock as it worked into him. I could feel when I pressed into his prostate. Feel when I leaked another huge stream of precum. Feel when he shuddered around me.

"Oh god, baby. Oh god... harder...please...I'm so close."

I kept my pace.

In and out. Slow and steady, pushing into his spot and grinding my hips into him in a circle when I bottomed out inside of him. 

Sweat began to form on his brow; his chest became a little moist. Even the skin on his hips that I grabbed and used for leverage became warmer to the touch. His eyes were closed, his mouth hanging open as I tortured him with slow and deliberate thrusts against his magic button. 

As he rocked himself against me, mirroring my thrusts with ease, pulling me deeper into him, he moaned a constant refrain of "I love you, David. God in heaven, I love you so much."

Over and over and over as I pushed him slowly up the hill towards release.

One thing to be said about cock rings: the certainly help prolong your pleasure. It took me nearly half an hour or tormenting Daniel, teasing and twisting his nerves and riding him slowly before I felt the familiar tingle deep inside.

I picked up the pace but only a little. Even that change sent Daniel into over drive.

"Please cum in me, baby. Give it to me. Cum in my ass and let me hold your load inside me at graduation. Please please please." 

His voice was languid and slurred, almost as if he were drunk. I guess, in some ways he was: drunk on my cock. I could get used to that.

"You want my load huh?" I whispered into his ear, biting at his earlobe and making him gasp.

"Fuck yes. Cum in me David. Fucking blow your hot cum deep inside me."

I gripped his hips hard and finally...after so much torture...began to well and truly pound my Daniel. My hips slammed into his ass, wet smacking sounds echoing around the room. Faster, faster, faster, I picked up speed until Daniel was mumbling in an incomprehensible string of guttural groans.

"Fuck yes, take my cum baby," I screamed as I mercilessly pushed the entirety of my monster cock as deep as it would go into my jock boyfriend's tight well-fucked ass.

It felt like I would never stop cumming. Once that first shot blasted into Daniel's guts, the valve was opened and I pour six seven eight shots deeper and deeper into him. The first shot was all Daniel needed to shoot his second load high into the air. It landed on his chest and stomach, coating him and mixing with his sweat, beading into his body hair.

I held my cock inside him, pulsing out the last of my seed into the man I loved more than life itself. I felt the hot whiteness seeping from his hole, dripping down my balls and making a mess of the bed sheets. But I didn't care.

We couldn't have moved if we had wanted to. I laid my head onto Daniel's shoulder and struggled to catch my breath even as my dick continued to pulse smaller streams of my cum into him. Daniel panted and entwined my fingers in his own. He twisted around and tried to kiss me, but he only had the breathing capacity for short pecks.

I tasted his cum on his skin. I flick some onto my tongue and drew it in, tasting his sweet and salty metallic juice. That drove him crazy. He gripped my face and kissed me deeply.

If we hadn't needed to get to graduation, that would have been the perfect way to fall asleep. My cock was still harder than steel thanks to the cock ring and still buried inside his cum filled ass. I could have slept for days like that. 

But alas, the Fates had other plans for us.

After a few blissfully connected minutes, Daniel kissed me sweetly, 

slid my cock from him with a small moan and rose from the bed.

He looked amazing, of course. He was flushed and glistening with a thin sheet of sweat. And streaks of white criss crossed his chest, abs, neck, shoulders, and face.

"Do I have any on me?" he joked.

"Nope. Clean as a whistle," I returned with a wink.

Daniel retrieved my recently de-buttoned shirt and used it to wipe the cum from him while I gingerly tried to remove the cock ring.

"So I would say THAT was a rousing success, huh?" Daniel offered, when I handed the ring to him for cleaning. 

"I'd say so. Now we have to try it out on you. After graduation maybe?" I looked at him hopefully.

He leaned in to kiss me.

"It's a date."

Daniel opened my closet and grabbed another shirt for me. We redressed in chit chatting comfort, stopping every now and then to pull the other one close to us and kiss or touch each other tenderly. Dressing in this fashion is a lot more time consuming than expected. 

A quick glance at my alarm clock said we had only minutes before we were supposed to be out of the door.

"Don't forget this," Daniel said, retrieving a black plastic dry cleaning bag from the hook on my door. He unzipped it and fished out the black shiny graduation robe, blue and green Valedictorian tassels and flat-topped graduation cap.

I made a face.

"I know, it's not the most stylish, but it's tradition," he chided gently.

I raised my arms to my sides and allowed Daniel to put the robe and accoutrement on me. 

"Where's yours?" I asked.

"In the car. You look good, Baby. See?" 

He turned me to face my mirror. Good might be an overstatement. 

But I didn't hate the over all look.

I felt a small twinge of sadness return, looking at the physical manifestation of the fears that had so rocked me only a few hours earlier. 

But it vanished just as quickly.

The robe and cap might signify the last day, an outfit that defined an ending. But Daniel had made me see that it was also a new beginning. A new beginning...with Daniel. I wasn't going to lose him. Not now, and not ever.

"There's one more thing," Daniel said, walking to his bag and grabbing a small black package about two inches cubed. "I picked it up yesterday."

He handed me the black velveteen box and I opened it carefully. To be honest, since he had mentioned marriage just a few minutes earlier, my brain was in a dizzying swirl of confusion. Was he seriously giving me a...

"Every Valedictorian needs his class ring."

The silver signet ring was beautifully carved, solid silver with no stone. Flat topped, it had a miniature copy of the school crest engraved. Tradition stated that you were to respond to future correspondence from the school, like reunion invitations or charity balls, by pressing your ring into a pool of melted gold wax that they gave us along with our diploma.

"Try it on," Daniel encouraged.

I plucked the ring from its satin lining and held it up.

"Look inside."

Under the seal on the inside of the band were tiny flowing lines of script, engraved in flowery perfection: D&D Always.

"I have one, too. Same engraving. So I hope that helps to prove that I'm with you for the long haul?"

It did. It proved it beyond a shadow of a doubt. If only I could stop the tightening in my chest so that I could tell him that.

Instead, the tears came to my eyes unbidden. I slipped the ring onto the ring finger of my right had, and flung myself at Daniel, showering him in a storm of kisses and hugs.

He pushed me back gently when my outburst subsided, wiped a stray tear from my cheek and kissed me on my forehead.

"Come on, Baby. Let's go start the next chapter of our life. What do you say?"

I nodded and smiled at him with so much joy that I felt it should have come bursting out of every pore.

Daniel opened the door and my joy was cut a little short.

My little sister waited directly behind it, standing in the hallway with her usual scowl.

She thrust her hand towards me, and shook something at me: a bottle of cologne.

"Spray this. I can smell the sex from the living room, Mr. Valedictorian. Mom's in the car already. Blushing like you wouldn't imagine. She's been out there about 20 minutes now. Ever since the volume of your...well since you got a little rowdy."

Oh.

Dear.

God!

My face was so hot I should have been a pile of ashes on the carpet.

Daniel just laughed, put his arm around my shoulder and walked past my little sister. Shockingly, she giggled a little bit too. 

That was a sound I hadn't heard since she'd started puberty!

I plodded along beside my Daniel, in awe of the man who had given me so much already, and promised me so much more, even as he dragged along a mortified Valedictorian in his wake.

I twisted my new ring on my finger.

D&D Always.



Speech and Debate Pt. 14B



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!

DISCLAIMER: The following fictional story deals with sex among males. If you are offended by such material, are too young, or reside in an area where it is not allowed, depart. Though not observed in this story, care enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe sex.

The author retains all rights. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the author's consent.

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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.




Speech and Debate Pt. 14B



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."




Speech and Debate Pt. 14B



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.



Speech and Debate Pt. 15



Hello Everyone! I know it has been several months since my last posting and I sincerely apologize for the wait. I have heard from several of you over that time and I wanted to explain why I've been away for so long.

I had some rather hard times suddenly descend on me all at once near the middle of August and I feel secure enough now to explain some of that to you. My relationship of 5 years came to a very abrupt end and without my mutual knowledge or discussion. My now ex-partner left our shared home two days before we were scheduled to re-sign our lease, meaning I then had to find a new roommate in 48 hours. In NYC, this is an unmitigated disaster. I was able to find someone, but had to liquidate my entire savings in order to cover the new security deposit. While dealing with my ex moving out of our apartment while I was at work and taking half of our shared stuff, I got the news that my Piano/Wine bar, would be closing for good at the end of the week. So I had to lay off all of my staff, and found myself newly single, savings depleted, and now unemployed, all in the space of a week. It took me several long and arduous weeks to work my way out of that hole. I then lost a very close friend to Suicide and a family member was diagnoses with terminal cancer. Life kept dealing me severe blows in rapid succession. 

I just didn't have the will or the energy to write at the time. I was too sad and mourning the loss of my relationship to write about a happier love life than my own.

But, being me, I persevered. Got a new job, new boyfriend, and new outlook.

AND NOW! Here is the first part (of 3) of the last chapter of the David and Daniel series (HighSchool Portion) I plan on releasing a series of shorter stories about the summer between college and high school, and a series similar to this one on college and beyond, but I am going to work on another novel between the end of this series and those two projects. 

I am not done with these characters yet and I am eternally grateful for the support you have shown me on this journey. This final chapter is divided into this one (a semi introduction) the middle portion (where the majority of the sexy stuff shall happen) and the final final (SURPRISES IN STORE..STAY TUNED!) They are all written, I am just working on the details.

So enjoy this first portion!

I hope that helps! Go to my author page here for more info

DISCLAIMER: The following fictional story deals with sex among males. If you are offended by such material, are too young, or reside in an area where it is not allowed, depart. Though not observed in this story, care enough about yourself and humankind to practice safe sex.

The author retains all rights. No reproductions or links to other sites are allowed without the author's consent.

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Nerd Brigade...ADVANCE!

By: D A Mackey

It would be many more years yet before the stereotypical body image issues that seem to plague most gay men, or at least American gay men, would begin their invasion of the nooks and crannies of my mind; thus, I did not hold back in the slightest at the buffet the Raddison laid out. Several trips to the dessert table (which, to my delight, was several yards long) as well as an omelet eating contest with Daniel's father, which I lost by at least two full ham and cheese monstrosities, and visiting the meat carving station until I was nearly on a first name basis with the chef in the tall white paper hat, all left me feeling fat and happy. The joys of a metabolism that seemed never ending meant my small nerd frame felt about ready to burst at the seams. 

I debated unbuttoning the top button on my dress pants. I quickly decided against it. It was just too cliche even for me.

But I was not the one who nearly put the hotel out of business. If you've never seen a High School aged jock male consume food when said food is essentially limitless, I highly advise it. 

For the entertainment value alone. 

The look of pure unmitigated horror on the faces of the poor chefs at the various stations when Ian would saunter towards them... their eyes widened as if they were thinking the massive boy might just consume them if they failed to provide him with the victuals he requested. The Japanese gentlemen at the sushi counter trembled visibly. If it hadn't been for the angelic and comparatively diminutive lanky boy who followed the barrel- chested beast around, I think some of the chefs might have fled the room like dark-age villagers from a Viking horde: just threw down their carving knives and serving spoons and run screaming into the night.

Caloric consumption aside, the meal itself was pleasant and uneventful. And just a little bit long. 

Parents chatted with parents and left us "kids" to ourselves for the most part. Daniel and I kept a watchful eye on our respective mothers, trying to catch any hint of whatever devious scheme for "blended family" outings they were most assuredly planning. Mother's can't help it. 

"What do you think they will drag us to first: a museum, or a picnic?" Daniel leaned over to whisper in my ear after his fourth or fifth trip to the pasta station. I had honestly lost count.

"My money is on rollerskating or hiking," I replied with a grimace. 

The only hike I had ever enjoyed had been on the Senior Camping trip. And that was only because of rather extenuating and highly sexual circumstances. With parental involvement, the idea of trekking through the woods was something akin to water boarding in my mind: slow and steady descent into complete break with reality and a loving relationship with pure madness. 

Though we both knew they were hatching something, (they just had to be, it was in their natures,) neither maternal unit made her schemes known by the time we had all eaten ourselves to maximum American gluttony standard and stereotype. 

In the parking lot, Justin and Ian climbed into Ian's truck and headed towards the lake house while we all said our goodbyes to the various parents and siblings. Ian wanted to get there a little early and set up before we arrived. It was about an hours drive from downtown, but knowing the way Ian tended to drive, they could do it in forty minutes. Maybe less. 

I'm sure Ian wanted a little alone time with Justin before we all got there. I tried in vain to remember if Ian's truck had what I lovingly like to call "Oh, Shit!" handles: the rails on the door frame and dashboard you can grab onto in the event of an emergency. I hoped so. Ian's driving definitely counted as an Emergency. Justin was in for a stomach churning trip otherwise. It would be a shame to waste all that brunch food only to have Justin deposit it back on the side of the highway because Ian wanted to get home a little faster.

Daniel and I took our time loading into his Jeep. We even went through an automatic car wash just to waste some spare minutes. About 30 minutes after Ian and Justin had squealed out of the parking lot, we were on our way. 

The sun was just beginning to dip below the tree line and paint the summer blue sky with pale trails of lavender and the blush of pink and orange. I leaned back in the passenger seat, kicked off my dress shoes and socks and put my bare feet on the dashboard. I reached across the center console with my fingers extended. Daniel laced his fingers through my own and brought our grip to his lips for a quick kiss across the back of my hand. 

I smiled and sighed, closed my eyes for a second, set the picture in my mind and settled in for the drive.

It only took about 15 minutes to emerge from the tangle of streets that made up the downtown area and escape into the two-lane roads that lead to the outskirts of town and the surrounding state parks, lakes, and rivers. 

In that time, Daniel had wiggled out of his button down shirt and tossed it into the backseat of the Jeep. His tight white undershirt clung to his torso like a second skin and did very little to hide any of the bulges and crevices that made up his impressive upper body. 

He rolled down the window and hung his left arm casually out into the summer afternoon air. A pair of black and gold aviator style sunglasses capped his ensemble.

He leaned back with an air of grace and ease that I doubted I would ever be able to accomplish. Even doing something so mundane as driving his car down a winding road, Daniel looked in control and entirely at his ease. He breathed deeply and evenly, his chest rising and falling with a gentle rhythm that made my eyes go a little wide every time he inhaled. His buzzed chest hair dusted the top of his deep tank top and his nipples made little white mountains on his pecs. 

I squeezed his hand, still entwined with my own and resting easily on the console.

"You are just so damned beautiful," I said in nearly a whisper.

"Hmm?" he asked, briefly turning his attention from the road to me. 

I smiled at him.

"I said, you are so damned beautiful," I repeated it a little louder for his benefit.

His smile at my compliment only proved my statement more true.

"Thanks a million, Angel Boy, but have you looked in the mirror recently?"

My raised eyebrow and confused stare must have concerned him a little because he answered his own question.

"I mean, I just wish you could see yourself right now, is all," he said with a little exasperated sigh as he returned the squeeze on my hand. "You look very..."

He paused. 

I waited.

"I don't know how to describe it. You look different than when we first met, that's all. Still super hot and I just wanna rip the clothes off you and jump your bones right here and now..."

"Please don't," I joked. "I'd rather not become a cliche story about tragic teenage death on the day of graduation when you crash us headfirst into a tree because you can't get control over your dick."

"I'll be good. I promise," he continued with a little chuckle. "But that's not what I mean. You look, more relaxed. More at east. A little more like yourself. You've changed a bit, that's all."

I didn't know how to respond to that. I sat with my knees almost up to my chest, my bare feet warm on the dashboard and my hand gripped with the most beautiful man I had ever seen, much less met. 

And that man loved me. And I loved him.

I suppose I had changed. I had been on such a whirlwind with Daniel and school, and Amy and graduation, and the Baseball team, and my parents divorce, and college, and finals, and everything that seems to attack a teenager on the cusp of manhood all at once...I hadn't really thought about how far I'd come from my birthday 5 months previous. 

At the start, as my social standing began to rise little by little from just my association with Daniel, I had worried and fretted over the loss of that standing. But social standing is fickle and arbitrary. What I hadn't thought about was how much I had changed. As a person. Now, I worried more about losing Daniel. The perks that came with him, be damned.

"I guess,.." I started meekly, gazing out the window at the passing pine trees and verdant greens as the whizzed by at 60 MPH, "I guess I'm just happy now."

"Me too," he replied with another squeeze. I felt the metal of our twin rings press into each other as he squeezed. The pressure of the silver on my skin was a wonderful and much needed reminder.

"What's going to happen after this summer?" I said.

Once the words were out of my mouth, I very nearly looked behind me to see who had spoken them. Surely it hadn't been me!? I was reveling in a sea of happiness and not thinking about anything other than Daniel and how much I loved him...why would I ask something like that?

Daniel was quiet. 

Which made me get even quieter.

It will never cease to amaze me how quickly a mood can change. In the blink of an eye or faster.

"I'm sorry...I...I don't..." I stammered and tried to avoid his eyes. "You don't have to answer...I don't even know why..."

"It's alright," he said calmly. His words had a similar calming effect on me.

"I don't know why I even asked that," I nearly panted. I couldn't seem to quiet the pounding of my heart and the rising quickness in my breath.

"It's alright. I just don't like to think about the future that much, I guess," he added. "When you're as happy as I am right now, it's like tempting fate to think too far in advance. There's so much we just can't know yet."

"Yeah, I know. Trust me I know."

We drove in silence for a little while. We may not have spoken, but my mind was racing down all of the horrible or wonderful possibilities that awaited me and Daniel in the coming months. And years. Flash after flash of if's or maybe's or possibly's or eventualy's. 

All at once.

To his credit, and to mine, Daniel never let go of my hand.

"We won't be that far apart, you know," he said suddenly, pulling me out of my own head and rescuing me from myself.

"Four hours. I mapped it," I replied, trying to keep the twinge of despair from my voice.

"That's not that far."

"You say that now, but it seems like an eternity," I sighed.

I felt myself slipping slowly into a depression.

"It's only back and forth from school to your house two-point-five times," Daniel calculated with confidence. 

(I was a little bit proud of his ability to do so accurately after our few months of tutoring together...whenever we were clothed and flaccid, that is.)

"So that's essentially one week of school for a trip to visit. You, being the nerd that you are, have never missed school. That's 35 weeks of school per year. 35 trips to visit each other. You won't even notice the distance. You didn't notice when you drove back and forth to school all those weeks. And this time you got something to look forward to when you get where you're going."

I had to hand it to him, his logic, while simple, did make me feel better.

"I fell in love with you because you Daniel-Logicked me into it. And you're still delivering. Thanks, baby," I said with a small smile, the best I could muster. 

"I do what I can," he replied.

"So we won't have to break up?" I asked, needing, wanting to make sure this was covered.

"Not unless you finally get sick of me and kick my sorry ass to the curb," he offered. "I've always said that you can do better than me if you want to."

"I don't want to break up," I said with a damn sight more confidence than I truly felt.

"Good. Cause we're not. You're stuck with me."

I stared out the window straight ahead, trying my best not think about breaking up. Trying not to think about my life without Daniel or my life with any real distance between us. I tried as hard as I could to focus on the beauty around us, but at the edges of my mind, that darkness crept in. The harder I tried to push it back and think about the good things I had, the things I had right now at that very moment, the feel of Daniel's hand in my own, the more that depression and darkness encroached.

I felt it coming nearer and nearer, my heart beating faster and panic starting to rise in my throat. My breath got shorter and I squeezed Daniel's hand, trying to remind myself of my anchor, trying to stop the spiral I felt coming towards me.

My mind kept buzzing. 

I couldn't lose him. 

I didn't want to be apart from him. I wanted him there, beside me, with me and only me. I didn't want to go back to a life like I had before him. A life where I watched the world from a distance and silently wished I was a part of it, even though I convinced myself it was safer to stay away. It seemed cruel to go back to that after tasting what it was like to be alive and a part of it all. 

Three months from now, there was something coming that could end it all for me, could throw me back to that time no matter how much I wished and wanted and fought against it. I tried to trust in my bond with Daniel. I tired to rely on our love to bolster my strength...but I felt the tears of fear build up and my vision mist with the haze of unknowable future sadness.

Before the tears could fall, the Jeep suddenly pulled to the shoulder and came to screeching halt, dust and gravel flying against the paint job and shrouding the open windows in a reddish brown cloud.

"You stop that right now, David," Daniel said more firmly than I'd heard him speak in a long time. 

There was an edge to his voice, an anger, that I hadn't heard since he'd stepped in and protected me from Amy months ago at Prom.

"I'm sorry," I started to say, but my voice was tight in my chest and I croaked, my jaw working uselessly and only screeching noises escaping. I felt a hot tear break free and cascade down my cheek.

Daniel's hand on my face pulled my eyes from the road ahead and towards his.

"Stop it," he demanded, his eyes burning like gold in the afternoon sun. "Stop it and don't think about that again. It's not fair. I won't have the summer, the time we KNOW we have together, I won't have it ruined because you are afraid of what comes after it. You hear me?"

I nodded even though I felt the tears coming faster.

"I love you, dammit. And you love me. And that is no reason to cry or be afraid. Got it?"

I nodded. 

His lips crashed into mine. 

He kissed me with a fierce passion that sucked the air from my lungs and made my eyes go wide, my whole body tense up and tingle. In that kiss I felt his own fears, his own doubt, hidden behind a wall of bravado and surety. He was afraid too, I was sure of it. But though his fear sent him shaking just like me, he seemed unwilling to let it move him even an inch.

"Nothing you can say or do will ever change that," he said, pulling away from our kiss. "No distance or time will ever change the fact that I love you. You are my first love. It doesn't matter if we stay together forever or if time and space drift us away from each other, we will always always always be connected. I don't know what is coming and neither do you, but until we do, you have to remember that. Please, for me, and for us, please don't make our time together something bittersweet."

I was silent for a while. 

He actually put into words a possibility: that we may drift apart. That we might not always be together. Distance and time could pull us away from each other. But he didn't care. He KNEW that was a possibility and he didn't care. 

"I will love you forever. You won't ever lose me, even if we live on opposite sides of the globe. No matter what changes physically or emotionally, you can't lose me. Not ever. You and I will be together forever in whatever way we figure out and want to be. You got that?"

I nodded and stared at him. His deep brown eyes were no longer burning with golden fire. They seemed calm and complacent, deep pools with something buried beneath the surface. The deep sadness of reality. Adulthood. My fingers rose and traced the the hard lines of his face, felt he soft black stubble of his beard. My silver ring glinted in the sunlight, thrown into shining relief against his tanned skin. 

I nodded again and smiled.

"I know. You will always be mine..."

I tried my hardest to believe it. And in many ways I did.

He kissed me softly. 

That, at least, made it much easier to believe. For the moment.

He sniffled and shook his head a bit, like a cat just waking up from a nap.

"I'll make you a deal. We will spend every single day together this summer. We won't miss a single one. Even if you are sick as fuck and puking up your guts, I'm gonna be there. And you will come to summer training for baseball. Every day. I don't want to miss a single second. Okay?"

I smiled and giggled a bit, looking down at my lap. I nodded yes.

"Good."

He moved the car from park, checked the mirrors and pulled back onto the road.

"Even with your snot nosed, red faced, crying eyes look, you're still beautiful."

That got me to laughing. 




Speech and Debate Pt. 15



It felt amazing to laugh, like the sound itself helped to drive away the overcast clouds I had called 

down upon us.

"Ditto, Angel Boy," I replied.

"Hey, I don't have a snot nosed, crying face!"

"Check yourself, darling."

Daniel glanced in the rearview mirror.

"Gross...you win the beauty contest for best post crying look," he offered as he tried to clean himself up while driving.

"Not in a million years," I shot back, grabbing his free hand and clasping it tight in my own once again. 

We drove like that the rest of the way.

Like Ian himself, his parent's lake house was massive almost to the point of being comical. It stretched three stories into the air, surrounded by massive old pine trees, landscaped hedges, verdant green lawns that nearly verged on golf courses in both size and quality. There was even a stone fountain with a waterfall in the back corner of the front lawn. 

Stone work and plaster covered the first floor, with leaded windows and stained glass cut outs shining in red and gold and blue from circular breaks in the old stonework. The upper floors were plaster and beam. It was like someone had re-made the woodland cottage from Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, but had expanded it to make room for the extended family of each dwarf. Snow White and the Seventy Seven dwarves would have fit nicely in what I upgraded from "the lake house", to "the Lake Manse." The capitalization could be heard in the pronunciation.

The circular gravel driveway wasn't occupied by any cars when we pulled in, small stones crunching underfoot as we drove nearly a quarter miles from the road to the main house. I say main house because I would soon discover other "out buildings" surrounded the place. Pool house, sauna, visitors lodge. 

I shit you not, this house had it's own visitor's lodge...I suppose meant to accommodate another dozen unexpected dwarves.

Before we rounded the curve, Ian came bounding out of the big front door, ambling lightly down the stone steps with almost a skip in his step, belying his massive stature. He was, as I would come to find to be the norm for Summer, shirtless and glistening in the sinking sunlight. His pecs and abs and shoulders threw off sparkles in the air, like someone had dusted him with glitter or he was Cosplaying those vampires from that book series the middle school girls were obsessed with. 

Around his waist were a pair of rather skimpy grey swim trunks in the box cut european style. They clung to his thighs and looked about ready to cut off his circulation, but one had to admit they did a great job of framing his ass, and the way his obliques cut a V across his adonis plate and disappeared beneath the stretchy grey fabric was rather appealing. 

Behind him, a little less spritely, but no less excited came Justin. He wore a loose white tank top that came almost to his middle thighs and a pair of board shorts with vivid red hawaiian flowers on a garish yellow background that ended nearly in his middle calf. For someone so tall and lanky, he looked to be drowning in his outfit.

"Did someone forget to bring their own swim stuff?" I asked jokingly as I exited the Jeep when we pulled to a halt in front of the door.

Justin looked a bit ashamed and ground one be-sandled foot into the small white rocks of the driveway. 

"I didn't know I was coming here, so I didn't have..."

"Leave him alone, Lil D'," Ian boomed. "I think he looks great."

I showed my palms in mock surrender.

"That he does. Why didn't you let him wear those?" Daniel asked as he got out of the car, pointing to the trunks Ian wore.

"I tried, but...uh...well...he doesn't fit in 'em."

"You could see...everything..." Justin whispered, his eyes still on the ground.

"I can see a little more than normal right now," Daniel said under his breath, giving Ian a short jab in the ribs.

Ian looked confused, Justin instinctively mimicked his expression.

"Dude, you may be shining like Apollo with all that tanning oil, but the cum in your hair is white as the driven snow," I giggled as I pointed out the glob of Justin's boy goo dangling from the right side of Ian's face.

"And unless you suddenly had your hair go white in the past four hours, I can assume that streak in your ginger curls came from our oversized friend here," Daniel added, indicating a line of white liquid mixed into Justin's hair.

Both boys suddenly blushed beet red and became interested in the white pebbles beneath their sandaled feet. Muttering commenced of the lowly gruff nature common to high school boys in a quandary; but in the midst of it, Ian's massive arm snaked around Justin's waist and pulled the lanky teen closer to him.

Already they were starting to protect each other subconsciously. It really was very sweet, if a bit saccharine. But they had put up with much the same at the start of Daniel and I. 

"Can you blame me?" Ian finally mumbled with a bit of gusto, enough to almost be considered human speech, "He's just so friggin'...and I mean that...cock."

He finished his muttering in a hushed whisper, as if the mention of Justin's impressive genetic gift were still a secret between us. As if we hadn't had our cocks lined up in front of the weight room mirror not four hours ago.

"Indeed," Daniel offered with a sly smile.

"We shoulda gotten into the nerd game YEARS ago, dude," Ian declared as he gently lead Justin towards the front door and motioned for us to follow him. "Think of all the fun we missed!"

"Certainly would have made my experience over the past four years a lot more interesting," Justin quipped.

"Mine, too," I added.

"Ya'll got the grill going back there?" Daniel asked suddenly, sniffing the air, a bit like a woodland creature of some kind.

Jocks and their animal instincts. Especially when food or ass of any variety were involved. In this case, I figured both primal urges applied. 

"Got some burgers and brats going right now," Ian said nonchalantly. 

"Awesome! I'm starved," Daniel very nearly growled.

Justin and I both stopped in our tracks as the boyfriends who held us lightly in their grip continued on, oblivious.

"You're HUNGRY?" Justin squeaked. "I thought that food was for everyone else!"

"That's not physically possible, Daniel," I said, mouth open in disbelief.

Both Ian and Daniel just stared at us and shrugged.

"Can't help it. It's been like, what...3 hours?" Ian tried to explain.

"But we JUST ate enough for a good three days!" Justin looked like he was going to be physically ill.

"Yeah, but then we already worked most of it off..." Ian shot back with a wink.

Justin punched him in the chest. Of course, that had about the same effect as a fly punching a window.

"Well if you two animals want to go eat, go ahead. Justin and I are going to take our time and look around," I said with a bit of dismissal in my tone. 

It unnerved me a little just how 1950's housewife that sounded coming out of my mouth. And how easily I slipped into the tone. Like the wives sending the boys off for cocktails while the ladies stayed back and discussed the newest issue of Redbook, the best way to iron and starch a button down, and braise a pork loin. I took a little solace knowing that in this instance, us "wives" had the biggest packages, so to speak. Then again, that's not so different from 1950's housewives, is it? 

Daniel looked at me a bit, his eyes wide. 

I didn't know what he wanted from me until I realized he was waiting my permission to leave my presence.

"Go on! Scat you two!" I said with a wave of my hand.

Both jocks smiled and turned from us. Before they were three feet away they were already discussing the proper way to grill a burger. Ian was on the check it all the time team, and Daniel espoused a leave it alone theory. They disappeared inside and left me alone with Justin for....well, for the first time I could remember.

"So," I started, unsure how to ask what I wanted to ask, find out what my curious mind wanted to know. "You two seem to be having fun?"

I said it as a question, though it was an obvious fact of life at this point. No use denying it.

"Yes," he replied. His voice was even quieter than normal.

"You can speak up, bud. It's just me. If anyone knows what you're going through, it would be me," I said, trying to make him feel a little bit more at ease.

"I'm sorry, David. I'm just nervous. Like...super, super, nervous. So nervous I feel like I'm going to throw up every second of the day."

"About what?"

"He's...HIM. He's, who he is, and I am who I am. But now...he's...he's...he's just so different than he's supposed to be. Ya know? He's nothing like I expected him to be."

"You are preaching to the choir, as they say," I replied and wound my arm through his, linking us by the elbow. I lead us lazily off to the left side of the ground. "Let's walk this way."

Justin nodded and stayed silent for a few paces. The grounds really were stunning. I would never grow used to such ostentatious displays of wealth, but I do appreciate the beauty which they are sometimes able to provide.

"It was like this for you too? With Daniel?"

"Oh yes. Very much so." I started. "Jocks are supposed to torture us and make our lives a general hell. That's their job. It's clean and easy and everyone knows their place."

"Exactly," Justin piped in. 

"But they are people. Just people."

"That's not how it was sold to us from the start. They were supposed to be gods."

"Well they aren't. And neither are we. Biggest lie in the human race. All the social status and the titles and kings and queens and leaders. All smoke and mirrors, every bit of it. Everyone is just...people."

Justin sighed.

"That makes everything much more difficult."

"To say the least. But he really seems to like you," I said.

I felt Justin go a bit tense under my arm. Just for a moment before he relaxed again.

"He's not supposed to. Why me?"

I shrugged.

"Who knows? And more important, who cares?" I offered.

"I care!" Justin chirped. "Or I think I care. He's supposed to be straight. He's supposed to be mean. I'm not even sure I am...I don't know what I am. But I KNOW he's not supposed to be..."

"He's people." I cut him off. "And, lucky for you, he's good people. He's big, and muscle-bound, and not the best student. He may not win a dancing contest. But he's got a heart to match his size. I'm sure you know that already."

Justin looked at the ground again. His face flushed red, but this time I doubted it stemmed from discovery of sexual activity.

Eventually, he nodded.

"He does. He is a good guy isn't he?"

"Sad to say. Sorry that messes up your preconceived notions, bud," I joked and jostled him a bit.

"Just look at this place!" Justin breathed, looking up at the Mansion that rose into the tree tops to our right. 

We were approaching a ten foot high stone and wrought iron fence that marked the entrance to the backyard. The lake that gave the house its moniker twinkled, danced, and threw the dimming sunlight like shards of broken mirror into the air. Even through the trees and at a distance of about 50 yards, it was a bewitching setting. 

"I never thought I would ever be here. HERE! With a man. With a man like THAT. Who actually lives here? And a man like him...who looks like him!? It's so much. And I'm not even sure that I'm...gay." 

It all came out in a squeaky breathless rush, like a wall had come down inside him.

"Well, as for that," I said with more lecture in my tone than I had a right to, "don't label anything, including yourself, until you feel ready to do so. Until it feels right to you."

Justin rolled his eyes to the sky. Much more dramatic than I had seen him be to this point.

"Well that's all very well and good for you to say. You know already and you don't got someone knocking on your door waiting for an answer."

Kitty had claws. 

Good. 

He was going to need them, paired with a strong backbone if he was going to attempt to domesticate a jock. I know, I know, that's dehumanizing. But the mindset helped. Hypocritical though it may be.

"If someone is knocking on your door, you decide if you open it. You know who's waiting on the other side. So you just have to determine if that person on the other side of the door is someone you want to come in your house."

"And how am I supposed to know that?!" Justin whined.

"You know already. You just don't want to admit it yet. Not even to yourself. You will eventually, one way or the other."

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Justin nearly screamed in tender exasperation. "How does he put up with you!? It's gotta be like dating a Russian novel: too many details to manage and everything connected and interwoven. How do you live in that head of yours?"

"I'll let you know when I figure that out myself," I said with a smile and a gentle tug on his arm.

We walked a bit further and opened the back gate with a sharp tug on a braided leather handle strap. The stone lined path continued around the back half of the house and curved to the right, leading to the back deck. The smell of grilling meat was more pronounced and the jovial voices of Daniel and Ian, punctuated with booming and golden peels of laughter, floated to us on the warm air.

Justin's eyes looked sad.

"You open that door when you want, okay?"

He nodded.

"And you decide what that means to you if and when you do. No one gets to decide what you are other than you."

Another, more vigorous nod.

"Thanks," he whispered and pulled me a bit closer to him. "I would find a new friend like you after I graduated from school. Typical."

I giggled.

"Hey, us nerds have to stick together. Even in our newfound freedom." I raised my fist. "Nerd Brigade Forever!"

Justin raised his own fist. "Nerd Brigade Forever."

"Even though we both suddenly got these big strong body guards," I added.

"Who just happen to love bouncing up and down on our gigantic nerd boy cocks," he finished.

That sent us both into wild fits of laughter that lasted till we had almost reached the back corner of the house.

Justin suddenly stopped me, before we turned the corner.

"He loves you, doesn't he?" he asked.

"Daniel?"

Justin nodded. "I mean, he really, truly loves you. Not high school popularity kind of love. He really loves you?"

I felt myself getting suddenly warm. The kind of good warm that came from an excess of happiness that built up inside you until it burst from every pore in your body. The smile that crept up my cheeks was one of those rare genuine smiles. The kind where you simply have to smile because to not smile would make you explode.

I nodded and bounced a little.

"Yeah, he does."

"And you, obviously, love him?" Justin asked. 

From the way he was studying my body language, I knew and he knew that he already had his answer.

"More than anything."

Justin stared at me for a while, studying me. I had done that to other people for a long time, but hadn't ever noticed it being done to me. It was oddly unnerving. I felt like he was weighing me. Luckily, my body-smile happiness was enough to stave off the weirdness of the observation.

"I guess that wouldn't be so bad," Justin said after a little.

I grabbed his elbow again, pulled him close and very nearly giggled at him:

"Oh, it's the best fucking thing on the whole damned planet!"

I pulled him around the back corner of the house and towards our waiting boys.

You couldn't even see the top of the deck from the back yard. It extended from the second story of the house. Three wide wooden staircases criss crossed upwards to the main platform. Grill smoke twirled and danced from up on that unseen level. 

Arm in arm, the Nerd Brigade headed upwards. The vast back deck was easily the size of the first floor of my house. A massive gas grill stretched nearly 10 feet along one front edge of the pentagonal space. Grill might not be the best word. More like an entire outdoor kitchen with a small fridge, several gas burners and two massive chrome covered grill tops, all covered in grey stone and mortar to match the house itself.

Daniel had joined Ian and removed his tank top. He stood shirtless in the reddish sunset, one hand in his pocket and the other lazily grasping a brownish beer bottle. He looked like some kind of Greek God, muscles gleaming, his chest hair making dark patches on his rippled body. He leaned on the railing, one foot crossed over the other, chatting with the broad shouldered Ian who masterfully manned the grill with an array of cooking tools and implements that would have made the Spanish Inquisition jealous. 

Justin and I arrived on the top level of the deck and I finally got a full view of the back yard leading down to the lake shore. An in-ground pool in a long rectangle took up a large portion of the yard. A hot tub bubbled away on the bottom right corner of the pool, looking like a stone lined thought bubble coming from the pool itself. The lawn was almost unnaturally green and massive, with small circular and ovular gardens dotted the outside edge of the space, complete with climbing ivy and primrose creeping up the stone and iron fence. Ian's family had at least 30 yards of lake front shoreline to their name, a strip of yellow-brown sand about 10 feet deep. The simple wooden dock stretched 10 yards into the darkening and placid waters, with a large covered pontoon boat, moored and bobbing at the end. Two massive pine trees at the shore line were the poles for a serene looking hammock. 

I felt more than saw Justin leave my side and make his way toward Ian, who still hadn't noticed our arrival yet. I smiled to myself and watched what I had gotten the feeling was about to happen.

Justin marched forcefully toward Ian, put his long-fingered hands on his massive shoulders and gently turned him around. Ian's face was a wave of shock that quickly melted into what I can only call burgeoning adoration when he realized it was Justin who now stood before him. Justin's palms moved to the square mounds of Ian's hairless pecs and he squeezed slightly, lifted himself onto his toes and planted a full kiss on Ian's slightly surprised lips.

Like watching a block of salt dissolve in the rain, Ian seemed to soften before my eyes. His arms rose and encircled Justin's slim waist, pulling him further into his embrace and returning the kiss with equal passion.

"What was that for?" Ian asked, his eyes soft and unable to look away from Justin's emerald green gaze.

Justin shrugged nonchalantly.

"No reason. I just wanted to. A thank you."

"No need to thank me, babe," Ian said, ruffling Justin's red-blonde curls as he kissed him gently on the forehead. "It's my pleasure."

For my part, I walked into Daniel's open arms and made myself comfortable.

"Guess he decided to open the door," I said, only half to myself.

"Huh?" Daniel intoned, his warm fingers sliding down my sides and into the hem of my pants to rest on my jutting hip bones.

"Nothing, baby. Just something between me and Justin."

Daniel left it at that.

"Be that as it may, where's mine? Huh?" Daniel joked, squeezing my hip bones.

"Fine. If I must," I sighed with dramatic flair.

I kissed him gently and rested my head on his shoulder.

The four of us, a gathering which I would soon come to find to be my core summer friends, talked and chatted for about 30 minutes. The jocks routinely and somewhat obsessively checked the burgers and bratwursts, inspecting the char and generally messing with them over and over again. Justin and I even helped ourselves to a beer. I know it is slightly illegal, but up to that point, I hadn't ever partaken of any alcoholic beverage. And the taste of a beer made it clear that I was never going to be a heavy drinker. That first beer took me nearly an hour to consume.




Speech and Debate Pt. 15



A door bell that sounded like something from Notre Dame suddenly echoed through the open back door.

Ian's eyebrows shot up and he became the human version of the most excited puppy imaginable. He bounced on his toes and his muscles shook.

"AND SO IT BEGINS!" he yelled to the sky with his fists upraised like a gladiator in the Coliseum. 

Ian bounded towards the door, pausing only to give Justin a quick peck on the cheek.

"Come on, D!" he bellowed.

Daniel gave me a small kiss and said, "be back in a minute babe," and left to follow Ian.

Justin and I looked at each other for a moment, our eyes rolling at the macho jock antics of our respective partners. 

"Opening that door, huh?" I asked.

"I've stayed inside that room, alone, for long enough at this point."

I smiled at him, my brother in arms on this strange journey we had both found ourselves a part of.

"Don't leave my sight tonight," I pleaded. "We may have big strong jock boyfriends now, but these are still the same people we've spent the last four years avoiding."

"Ditto," Justin said, grinding his teeth together in slow circles, a habit of his I'd come to know.

"Once more, into the breech!" I breathed quietly, turning with Justin to face the back door and find out which of our myriad torturers from the past years would be the first to cross its' threshold.

"Nerd Brigade Forever."

"Nerd Brigade Forever."