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Soccer Daze (teen boys, gay)
by Dave Key <nogov@primenet.com>
Date: Dec 22, 1997
***
Reality blurred, the seconds seemed like minutes, and Jared
knew he was the only thing between that soccer ball and the
local division championship for state.
He dug his cleats into the grass, rotating weight onto the
ball of his foot, in anticipation for the kick. Whirling...
not just the ball, but reality itself -- he didn't fully realize
how important the game (and even himself) was until that final
volley.
As the ball span towards him, he was momentarily lost, a
distraction from the other side. It was HIM, he thought, but only
briefly, supressing the images of his powerful legs, flexed out,
sending the ball into its volatile spin, right toward Jared.
Jared could no longer see anything but the ball. Just like
usual, but more intense now, for he knew every eye within seeing
distance was locked onto him, he knew every little gesture or
movement he made was being highly scrutinized. But he blocked that
out. He couldn't let it affect him.
And it hit him. Smack dab in the middle of the forehead, the
ball hit him. He blinked, half-dazed, half-amazed, as he watched
the ball go up and up, richocheting in the right direction (away
from the goalie-box) but didn't realize, until the back of his
head hit the ground, that the ball wasn't the only thing that was
moved.
Quick excitement. Then panic. He sat up -- quickly -- trying
to regain his posture. It was too late, for the ball was coming
back at him again, this time he wasn't sure who kicked it. He
desperately struggled to reach up, high up enough... his fingertips
grazed the ball, but it only rolled right over his fingertips, into
the goal.
Sudden disappointment filled him. There were still a few
seconds left, but he knew it was over. He tossed the ball out,
completely without emotion. He didn't dare look at any of his
teammates. He just concentrated on one's shoes -- he didn't know who
it was -- when he threw it. A few of the more optimistic team members
raced down the field, a good part of them just held their grounds,
some even walking off the field, anticipating the outcome. The cheers
could be heard even before the buzzer sounded. Final score: 4-3.
Thats all she wrote.
Jared kept his head bowed as he sullenly walked off the field.
He ignored the jacket that was thrown at him, and the negative
comments by some of his scapegoat-seeking team members.
"Great catch, Jare..." in a mocking tone.
"Wha..? I thought we were supposed to guard the goal, not sleep
in it."
"Thanks alot, man. You cost us state."
A couple others who Jared glanced at, that were closer to him.
They couldn't say anything, but he could read it in their eyes and
on their faces.
The tears began rolling down his cheeks, as he increased his
pace to a slow trot, then to a full-bore sprint. Away. Away from
the field, away from everyone. At least his parents were out of town,
so he didn't have to deal with leaving them behind, letting them down.
He made his way into the nearby trees, making his way back into
the small forest, in a couple hundred feet, alone.
Even before the game, Steven was anticipating victory. He was
ready for it. The re-match. The team that beat them not 2 months
ago. No, it wasn't the team that beat them, he knew, but it was the
goalie who beat HIM, he knew.
Steven had admired Jared the first time he laid eyes on him.
Sleek and thin, but aggressive -- Jared was only a couple of inches
shorter than Steven, with a thick medium-length mop of hair on top of
his head.
Steven had shorter hair, and it was golden blonde, and his eyes
were blue instead of Jared's brown puppy-dog eyes, but besides that
they were pretty much alike. They liked the same music, the same
sports, the same foods, the same sex -- but neither of them knew
about the other.
At least until August, when they first played against each other.
When Steven's team lost, they were at Jared's school, and were
allowed to shower in the girl's dressing room after the long, sweaty
game.
Steven was one of the last to shower, as he had hung around,
watching the other team -- still undefeated -- who had stolen the
title from them.
"Shit!" he had reminded himself, out loud. He couldn't believe
they had lost their "undefeated" status to a group of... freshmen.
Steven was a sophomore himself. So was most of their team.
Since the age grouping was 15-16, teams usually get an influx of
freshmen on ther ranks. But not this year. It wasn't so much that
there was any lack of interest in freshmen, so much as that there
were too many veteran sophomores, who outranked them and had priority.
As Steven finally turned around, having lost track of his object
of fascination (that damned goalie) he entered the dressing room,
reluctantly. He didn't know that he was being watched, studied, by
another fascinated individual, the goalie Jared, who had broken from
the pack, having had enough of the cheers and being thrown in the air,
and creeped around behind some outdoor "portable" classrooms, spying
on the guy he had taken an interest in when the game first started.
The guy who made 3 attempts to kick past him -- all repelled.
Steven let the warm water penetrate him, as the last of his
disappointed team mates shuffled out of the dressing room and on
to their respective post-game businesses. His back was to the
shower entrance way, not expecting anyone anyway.
Then it hit him. Right in the chest. His eyes flew open to
see a soccer ball right under his chin, literally. He knew it wasn't
levitating himself, so he turned his head -- not moving his body --
up along the boy's smooth and well-toned arm, up to his armpit,
spending just a second to take in his well-defined and sexy bare
chest, before finally raising his eyes up to the boy's -- it was the
goalie.
"This is for you," Jared offered, "so you remember who beat you."
Steven squinted his eyes in mock anger, moving his left hand up
to accept the ball, while his eyes quickly glanced down to verify that
the boy goalie was still wearing his playing shorts. He noticed the
slight bulge within, but willed himself not to stare.
"Thanks, uh..." Steven stammered.
"Jared."
"Steven. Nice to meet you."
He raised his hand up, still not rotating his body at all, and
Jared shook it, acting like he was eying his hand, while he was really
checking Steven out up close.
"Nice to meet you, too."
Just after their hands departed and Steven rotated his head back,
glancing down to see if his boner hadn't became too obtrusive, he felt
a sharp slap on his ass. He rotated his head around again, seeing
Jared walking off with his head rotated back, too, smirking.
"Just wait till we play again," Steven threatened.
"Yeah, right. You're through," Jared retorted, jokingly.
Steven thought back, replaying the whole scene in his mind,
remembering how he had jerked off after Jared walked away, and how
Jared had obsessed his mind, for a good week after the incident,
until he finally figured he'd never see him again, and forced himself
to get over him.
Until a week ago. When he first heard that he'd be playing
the only team that had ever defeated them. The only thing standing
in the way of the state title.
"Whats wrong, Steve?" a teammate jostled him, "we won! You
should be celebrating!"
"Yeah..." Steven replied sullenly, as he eyed Jared disappearing
into the thicket.
Steven made his way out of the crowd, and broke away towards the
other side of the field, passed a couple of the other team.
"Good game," one of them commented half-assedly.
"Yeah, you were good. Beat our dumbass goalie."
"He won you quite a few games, didn't he?" Steven stopped to
reply.
"Yeah, but he must have been asleep today, or sumthin'."
Steven began walking again, speeding up to a full-stride, but
not putting full effort into it, figuring he'd already lost Jared
anyway.
But he hadn't. At the edge of the thicket, he made his way in
along a narrow makeshift trail. Not a few dozen steps in, before he
heard the sobbing.
He snuck up behind Jared, who was sitting on a fallen tree trunk,
and let himself reach his arms around him.
"Don't cry, dude," Steven tried to comfort him, burying his
face in Jared's hair.
Jared's hand snapped up and cleared the tears from his eyes,
as he tried to control his emotions, not fully realizing what was
going on yet.
Steven pulled back, dragging Jared off of the log so that Jared's
cleats dug some bark off the top, until his legs cascaded down to the
soft earth below.
Steven loosed up, not wanting to seem like he was forcing himself
on him or anything, but Jared didn't attempt to move away. Instead,
Jared laid his head back, resting against Steven's left shoulder.
Steven was trying to control himself, and couldn't believe he
was doing what he was doing. He couldn't believe he could do what he
was about to do. But it happened.
Steven let his lips fully brush Jared's right cheek, arousing
the thing-in-his-pants, before a wave of panic struck him, worried
that he had gone too far.
Jared stiffening his body up and moving his head off of his
shoulders would have seemed to confirm it, but Jared only brought his
hands up, and rested them on Steven's, which were now loosely around
Jared's waist.
"FAGS!" a boy called out through the dense brush.
"FAGS!! FAGGOTS!" the same voice could be heard, quickly
moving away back towards where they had all three entered.
"Shit! Get him!" Jared yelled, but Steven was already after
him.
"FUCKING FAGGOTS IN HERE!" the boy screamed, tripping over some
twigs, but not losing 5 seconds, back up on his feet and gunning it
for the field.
Steven was quick, and grabbed a small branch and lobbed it at
the boy, whom he now realized was dressed in Jared's team color: red.
The boy tripped, right out of the forest, face-flat in the mud right
on the outskirts of the field.
"Ugh..." the boy struggled, already on his knees.
But as he tried to stand up, his legs were pulled out from
underneath him, and he ate mud once again.
It was quite the spectacle. The boy emerges from the forest.
The boy trips. The boy tries to get up. Arms emerge from the
forest. Boy is sucked back into the forest.
But nobody was watching. The boy had followed Steven in,
curious as to why he was so interested in following Jared. The
boy had seen the two eying each other, and had his suspicions. The
suspicions turned out to be true, but not only was there no one there
to hear him, he was captured by the enemy, and he knew he was in for
it.
The boy quickly rolled around, a look of complete shock, horror,
and exasperation on his face, all at once.
"Let me GO!" the boy cried, trying to kick his feet free of
Steven's strong grasp.
"I don't think so," Steven said calmly, trying to keep the boy's
feet until control.
"Nathan?" Jared realized, once he caught up to them.
"I knew you were queer," Nathan sneered.
Steven let go and he stopped kicking.
"Listen," Nathan pleaded, "let me go and I won't tell anyone."
"Tell anyone what?" Jared played ignorant.
"You know damn well what, faggot!"
Nathan inched his way backwards, using his feet to push himself
back.
"Uh, listen," Steven tried to reason with him, "why don't we just
talk this over, you know, like civilized beings."
"Sorry," Nathan replied, as he spun around and jumped to his
feet.
But he didn't make it 3 feet before he was tackled again.
"What are you doing, Steven?" Jared asked. "Just let him go."
"Let him go?" Steven spoke quizically, his arms around Nathan's
waist, trying to contain him back to the ground.
"Yeah," Jared continued, "he said he wouldn't tell anyone."
"Why do I doubt that for some reason?" Steven asked Nathan.
Nathan just turned his head and glared at him, angry as if
he were about to rip a tiger's heart out.
That did it. Steven let his powerful arm swing up and strike
the side of Nathan's head harder than he thought possible.
Nathan fell to the ground, out cold.
"Shit," Jared worried, "oh, shit."
"Shit, indeed," Steven rubbed his hands as he got to his feet.
"Served the little bastard right, though."
"What are we going to do? We can't just leave him there."
"We'll have to take him... grab his legs, I'll get his arms."
"Where? Take him where?" Jared whined.
"My car. Relax."
They carried Nathan all the way back, trying not to let his
back drag and bump along the ground too much.
By the time they got back to the parking lot, it was all but
deserted. They saw a boy and girl making out a ways down the parking
lot, but they didn't notice. But a little 7-year-old boy on a small
bicycle with training wheels did notice, and stared at them
quizically, as they lobbed Nathan into the back of the small station
wagon.
"Lets go," Steven ordered.
"Yeah," Jared replied without expression, still stunned by the
last few minutes' events, especially just before Nathan came along
and spoiled everything.
"Where are we going?" Jared finally asked.
"I don't know. Can't take him to my place, my parents..."
Steven's head was spinning, only beginning to realize how deep of a
relationship they could have gotten into... if it weren't for that
fucking Nathan!
"We can go to my place," Jared quickly chirped in, "my parents
are out of town."
Steven nodded, not saying anything, his head still spinning.
They drove the whole way back not looking at each other. Steven
just kept his eyes on the road, and Jared just stared at his own muddy
shoes the whole way back.
As they pulled up, it was getting dark. Steven looked back on
Nathan to see what his status was. Still out cold.
Jared reached back and grabbed Nathan's limp arm, and gauged for
a pulse.
"Is he alive?" Steven asked facetiously, knowing he was breathing
the whole while they dragged him to the car.
"Yeah," Jared replied, with mock disappointment.
It was the first time their eyes had fully met. And they just
stared at each other for awhile, before Jared shyly glanced away and
made a comment about moving the body inside.
They hurredly carried Nathan inside, this time being careful as
to not bump him against the concrete walkway up to the house or
anything.
Jared led the way up to his bedroom, and Steven prepared to
throw him on Jared's bed.
"Whoa!" Jared blew the whistle, "wait a sec. He's all muddy."
Steven set the boy down, and systematically removed his shirt,
exposing Nathan's bare chest.
He wasn't bad looking either, Steven knew, but he didn't let
Jared see that quiet admiration, and left it at that.
"Get his shorts," Steven told Jared.
"Wha..? Okay..."
Steven laughed as Jared pulled even Nathan's underwear down,
exposing his limp cock.
"I meant just his outer shorts," Steven snickered.
"Oops..." Jared quickly tucked Nathan's package underneath his
briefs's, tugging his outer-shorts completely off, over his cleats.
Steven then proceeded to lift the boy up, laying him back
perpendicular to he bed, so that his feet dangled off the edge of
the bed.
"Cute." Jared analyzed the picture: boy in only briefs and
cleats.
"You're making me jealous," Steven mused.
"C'mon," Jared summoned, gathering up Nathan's soccer clothes,
pulling off his own shirt. "We can wash them all together."
Steven followed Jared out, glancing at his well-rounded ass
through his tight shorts.
Once in the laundry room, Steven followed Jared's example by
kicking off his cleats, and stripping off his clothes -- completely.
Steven was mesmerized by Jared's bare ass before him. He
still couldn't believe he was here, naked, in a laundry room, with
some other guy.
Jared turned around and took Jared in all at once.
"Not bad," Jared muttered under his breath.
"You either."
"Where were we?" Jared closed his eyes as Steven moved in.
"Washing our clothes?" Steven stopped short of coming into
contact with him, but stood just inches away from him, smiling.
Jared squinted open one eye, then both, breaking out into
a full smirk, catching Steven's smile.
"I guess that means we'd better get some temporary clothes
on then..." Jared playfully said, starting to brush past Steven.
"Wait a sec..." Steven let his arms engulf the younger boy,
pulling him around back to him.
And their lips met each other's. And they stayed there like
that, naked, kissing each other for a long time. First it was
just the lips, but then Jared's tounge found Steven's, and they
interlocked.
After 5 minutes of tonsil-hockey, Jared stepped back and
remembered to start the washer, reached out his hand and gently
took Steven's, and led him back to his room.
Satisfied that Nathan was still out of it, Jared reached up
into his closet and grabbed a sleeping bag, unfastened it, and
let it roll itself out, hiding his nakedness.
Steven couldn't stand it. He grabbed the bag, flailed it
open, grabbing desperately for the zipper, completely opening
it as they both took hold of one end and let it fly open to
the ground.
Steven grabbed Jared's arms and pulled him to the ground,
their lips finding each other again. Jared hit the light-switch
one the way down, letting all his other worries slip away, only
concentrating on the wonderful feelings Stevie was arousing in
him.
"I love you," Steven finally told him.
"I love you, too, Stevie," Jared admitted.
They lay there for a bit, caressing each other, first on the
arms, then the chest, and down around the stomach area.
"Are you ready?" Jared screwed up his courage.
"For anything." Steven confided in him.
Jared offered his lips, as he reached down and very gently
cupped Steven's balls -- extreme excitement and anticipation
running through the both of them.
Steven sharply inhaled, letting the pleasure overwhelm him,
as Jared started slowly massaging his two little treasures.
Steven retured the favor. Cautiously grasping Jared's nutsack
with his thumb and index/middle fingers, rolling his balls around
a bit in his hand, before sliding up to his hardening penis.
It was Jared's turn to gasp, as he laid flat on his back,
forgetting Steven's body for a second, while he felt himself begin
to get jacked.
He never imagined it could be so good. Not the dozens of times
he had masturbated himself, fantasizing about this moment. Not even
when he used vaseline or Crisco or some other lube, as he fucked his
fist, or a padded bottle, or a big balloon. He let himself get lost
for a few seconds there, moaning as Steven got him off.
All...
...over...
...himself...
Wave after wave of orgasm, Jared shook in sheer extasy. The
semen flowed all over the top of Steven's fist, and down along
Jared's shaft, the little that did escape his firm grasp.
Steven lifted his fist up and licked it. Conservatively at
first, then liberally, as he eagerly lapped it up.
Jared just lay there, completely spent. He was so exhausted
he couldn't even lift his own hand back to tend to Steven's wimpering
dick.
"I have an idea," Steven said, getting up and disappearing
into the hall.
Jared just groaned, replaying the moment over and over again
in his mind.
***
It was about this time that Nathan began to come to. Hazily,
at first, then quickly sitting up, shaking it off.
He suddenly became frightened. Quickly taking in the scene
around him: darkness, light from the corridor, a room -- someone's
room -- pictures, pictures of... JARED. Jared, the queer!
"Ughh..." Jared cooed softly again, Nathan spinning his head
around, his eyes quickly adjusting to see what was before him:
Jared, naked, laying on his back, his left hand tucked under his
head, his eyes closed, his right hand caressing his stomach,
occasionlly playing with -- is that CUM? -- pooled at the base of
his cock.
Nathan felt sick to his stomach. Not so much from the scene
before him, as much as the after-effects of the bitch-slap that
Steven had delivered to him.
He heard someone coming back down the hall, and quickly, but
still quietly, laid back down and shut his eyes, realizing that
Jared hadn't detected his awake-state yet.
Indeed, that was the first thing Steven checked, taking a
few seconds to make sure Nathan was still out, unmoved. Steven
was satisfied, and Nathan tried hard to control his breathing,
suddenly realizing he was all but clotheless, but he didn't let
that phase him.
"What'd you get?" Jared dreamily asked.
"Lube," Steven winked, producing a small can of Crisco from
Jared's kitchen.
Nathan's eyes flew open, and he stared at the ceiling,
listening intently to the dialog.
Jared gulped.
"Um, what are you going to do?" Jared propped himself up on
his elbows.
"Anything you'll let me do," Steven gingerly replied.
Their lips met again, and their eyes closed.
Nathan twisted around to make sure they couldn't see him, then
quickly, but softly, jumped to his feet, ducked down, and tip-toed
into the hallway.
"Where the fuck are my clothes?!" Nathan said to himself, in
a whisper under his breath, once out of earshot.
He desperately searched around the living room at the other end
of the hall near the stairs, eying some of the objects sitting on
the shelves. Then he realized the sound of the washing machine going.
He jumped in the laundry room, threw open the hatch noiselessly,
and dug his hand around in the soapy water until he found his clothes.
"Oh, great," Nathan ran his other hand throug his hair, his body
shaking half from fear and adrenalin, "just fucking great."
He remembered to close the hatch softly, and stepped back and
let himself think for a second. He had an idea.
By then, Steven had eased Jared on his back, and was caringly
petting him on his back with his left hand, laying on his side towards
him. He took his right hand, and dipped his index/middle fingers into
the white Crisco goo, and came up with a big glob of it.
Jared heard the sloppy sounds of the shortening being dug into,
but he was still unsure of just what Steven had planned.
Steven was applying it to his own cock, just as Nathan had
gotten the camcorder removed from the case in the living room.
Nathan's uncle had one just like it, so he was familiar with its
operation.
"Now we'll see those queers try to hide their fag activities,"
Nathan snorted.
Jared heard Steven scoop up another good sized glob of goo, and
jumped when he felt it being applied to his rectal area.
"Uh..." Jared turned so his head could face Steven's, "what are
you planning on doing?"
"Getting ready to explore your mid-section," grinned Steven.
"Oh..." Jared answered casually. Then, after a bit, "Will it
hurt?"
"Nah," Steven reassured him, "well, maybe a little bit at first."
Jared turned towards him again and eyed him, then relinquished
himself to Steven's custody.
Steven, in turn, propped himself up, and over Jared, on his knees
and hands, quivering, not really believing what he was doing. It was
all so cloudy, like a dream.
"Hold tight," Steven quipped, as he gradually let himself down
over Jared.
It was right about then when Nathan came into the room -- neither
Jared nor Steven noticed, as they both had their eyes welded shut in
anticipation -- and Nathan verified the big red "REC" message flashing
in the lower-left side of the camcorder, as Steven hovered on top of
Jared, the head of his dick resting against the outer-entrance of
Jared's butt crack.
Steven forced himself to breath, and then continued down, slowly.
Jared's mouth opened wider and wider as Steven's throbbing member
creeped further and further down, parting his butt cheeks, and
stopping just shy of rectal penetration, his tip tickling Jared's
asshole.
Jared was now wide-eyed. Steven was now wide-eyed. Nathan was
now wide-eyed. Nathan tried to keep the camera steady, zooming in on
the spectacle before him.
"Ready?" Steven inquired, obviously straining.
After a moment's hesitation, "Yeah."
Then it happened.
In a flash of pain and pleasure, all bound up together, Jared
let out a cry. It so startled Nathan, that he jumped, and dropped
the camcorder at the same time. Since it hit the ground while Jared
was still crying out, it wasn't heard. Nathan slowly picked it up,
keeping his eyes fixed on the buttfucking duo in front of him.
"Shit, shit," Steven was all worried, "are you alright? Did I
hurt you, dude?"
"Ah..." Jared tried to relax, as Steven quickly pulled out, back
to hover-mode -- just dick resting right on the outskirts of Jared's
butt-crack. "I'll be alright, I think... just be gentle..."
"Sorry," Steven apologized, readjusting himself for
repenetration.
Nathan licked his dry lips, shuffling his feet, trying to keep
from going mad. His own erection had sprung up in his pants, and he
couldn't understand why. He wasn't a faggot. He knew he wasn't.
He'd done it with a girl before. So why was he getting so excited
now?
He quickly readjusted his dick in his shorts, as to hopefully
minimize the friction. He refocused on Steven, who was sliding his
right leg gently up and down Jared's. Nathan couldn't help but watch
Steven's tight asshole pulsate as he did it. Nathan readjusted the
lighting to get a better view in the dimly lit room, where the only
light still came from the hall.
And Steven started again. Slowly at first, catering to Jared's
demands.
Soft cries could still be heard from Jared, but those soon gave
way to soft groans, then soft moans, then louder moans... as Steven
quickened up the pace.
Pretty soon, they were really getting into it, and Nathan
couldn't stand it anymore. He shifted the camera so that he was
clumsily holding it with his left hand, and he thrust his right hand
down into his briefs.
Nathan was at full erection now, and he started jerking himself
madly, pushing down all feelings of guilt and losing himself to the
moment.
They were all groaning, Jared and Steven much more loudly than
Nathan. Nathan, for his part, was trying to control himself, just
letting out little muffled groans sporadically.
Then it happened. All the rubbing and friction against the
sleeping bag had aroused Jared again, and he climaxed all over it.
Nathan swore he could see Jared's butt-hole fluxuating, as he
slowed down his pace, trying to control the zoom one-handedly.
The sensations were too much for Steven. He hit orgasm shortly
after, and Nathan COULD see Steven's dick spasming, as he shot load
after load of warm fluid into Jared's butt, some of which overflowed
out and about Jared's asshole, rolling down along Jared's pried-open
butt-crack, as gravity pulled it along down and around his balls,
the cum disappearing into night.
"ARGGH!!!" Nathan screamed out, sending jets of warm, white
cream landing on both Steven and Jared's legs.
They both snapped from their post-orgasmic trance, Steven
rolled off of Jared, not yet processing the cum that had landed on
his leg, and sheer fear shot through the both of them, like a
fundamentalist getting caught with the Satanic Bible.
All their mouths were agape.
Jared just looked incredulous and blinked as he recognized
the camcorder. Steven, too, was shocked beyond belief.
Nathan, for his part, felt a sudden wave of guilt take him over,
as he looked down towards his cum-covered hands, not fully realizing
what he just did, or why.
He then bolted. Jumped back into the hallway, and started
running at full stride. He only paused long enough to remove the
tape, and toss the camcorder haphazardly against a soft recliner,
before continuing his ascent up the stairs.
"W-wait!!" called out both Steven, and then Jared. "Hold on!!"
"Did you see?!" Jared was wide-eyed as if he had seen a ghost,
"he had a camera!"
"I know," Steven began panicking, too.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit..." Jared watched Steven run out
of the room, in a belated effort to catch him.
But it was too late. They both heard the screen door upstairs
slam before Steven even made it to the stairs.
Nathan cried as he ran back towards his place, miles away, still
in nothing but bright white (and now cum-stained) briefs, and his
dirty cleats, as he made his way through dirt back-alleys in the wee
hours of the evening, clutching firmly to his prize possession: the
VHS tape of those faggots' exploits.
He finally recognized the road he was on, and hijacked a bike
from a 10-year-old boy, who was just heading in for the night. The
boy at first protested, then broke out into a fit of uncontrollable
mirth, seeing how as Nathan was practically naked and all. It was a
21-speed mountain bike, and Nathan made it back to his place in a
matter of minutes. He ditched the bike around the side of the house,
and snuck in through the back window, not wanting anyone to see him
like he was.
What had happened back there? What got over him? He couldn't
believe he could have ever done what he did. Why did he get so
aroused?
Jared woke up to his alarm. It was Monday. Only the night
before last when all the activity occured. They had done after-the-
fact damage control, putting the camcorder away, Jared counting, then
recounting, the blank VHS tapes. Indeed, one was missing.
Jared had taken the clothes out of the washer, realizing Nathan
must have ran home near-naked, putting the clothes in the dryer, and
starting it up as Steven and himself went back into his room to
discuss "contingency measures."
"Listen," Steven tried to calm him, "we'll just play it off,
act like we don't know what he's talking about."
"But the TAPE!!"
"Don't worry about that. It was dark. Surely he couldn't have
seen anything."
"You don't know that camcorder. Its practically night-vision."
"Shit, then we'll steal the tape back."
"He could have hundreds of copies made by now... MILLIONS!"
"Relax. We'll get it back somehow."
"Steven, shit... if this gets out around my school, you know
what will happen to me?"
"Don't worry, nothing's going to happen. Now, whats this kid's
number and address? One way or another, I'll straighten it out."
Jared's mind raced back to the present, and he picked up the
phone and dialed Steven's number.
"Damn, busy!" Jared slammed the phone down, angrily.
Suddenly, his phone rang.
"Yeah?" Jared desperately asked into the phone.
"Its me," Steven's voice echoed.
"Whats up didja find him didja get it?" Jared talked as fast as
he could.
"No, and no," Stephen sighed, as a new wave of panic reached up
and gripped Jared. "I kept trying to call him, all day yesterday,
dropped by his place three times. Even tried all the doors and
windows. They were all locked."
Jared didn't say anything. He was shiverring, no-- SHAKING. He
had never been so scared in his life.
"I'm dead," Jared stated, and hung up the phone.
The phone rang again, but Jared just ignored it. His parents
were back from their trip, and had already left to work early, as
usual.
Jared tried to control his hands, which were freaking out on him.
"Okay, okay," he tried to console himself, "just remain calm.
Everything will work its way out. It always does."
Jared jumped into the shower, and started crying.
"Maybe this is God's way of punishing me for my sins," Jared
started reasoning in his mind.
"I'm sorry," he wept, "I'm so, so sorry..."
He barely caught the bus, so caught up in his emotions that he
couldn't think straight and get his shit together in the usual 5
minutes.
He kept his head bowed low, just waiting for the first wave of
the assault. He promised himself that if he even made it through this
day alive, he would kill himself.
"Hey, Jared," a familiar voice called out from half-way back.
It was his best-friend Michael. They had jerked off together
back in 5th grade, but maintained a completely non-sexual relationship
after that. Jared wished he wasn't the first to know.
"Yeah?" Jared said, preparing himself for the humiliation.
"Whats up?" Michael replied, patting the seat, offering it to
him, since thats where Jared usually sits.
Alright, Jared thought to himself, he doesn't know... yet.
"Whats wrong?" Michael looked quizically at him. "You don't look
so well."
"I kinda feel sick."
"Well, I might know something that will cheer you up."
Michael reached into his pocket, and dug out a small sheet of
paper. On it were directions to an address that Jared found familiar.
"You know Nathan Rodriguez, don't you, Jare?" Michael queried,
"He's on your soccer team, isn't he?"
"Yeah..." Jared stared blankly.
"Well, he invited me and a few other guys over for some amateur
video he thinks we need to see. I asked him if I could invite a
friend, and he said yeah."
Jared turned pale, worse than he was already.
"What... kind of movie?" Jared croaked.
Michael's voice lowered to a bare whisper, "This is between me
and you, but I asked him the same question, and he said its supposed
to be some serious sex, between people we know, AT OUR SCHOOL! Can
you believe it?"
Jared didn't reply.
"Hello?" Michael waved his hand in front of Jared's face, "Earth
to Jare..."
"Yeah, I'm here."
"Why so quiet?"
"I'm just trying to think who it could be," Jared tried to sound
sincere, as if he didn't already know.
"Yeah, me too. Can't wait to find out. Will be all the rave of
the school."
"I'll bet."
The bus finally screeched to a halt, at the school. Luckily for
Jared, his was the last stop. He didn't know if he could take any
more "news" about the movie.
Jared studied his best friend as he marched off to class. He
supressed pictures of tomorrow, of his buddy refusing to sit by him,
telling everyone how much of a faggot he was, and how he had trusted
him -- and how he had betrayed him.
Jared slammed his fists down hard on his desk. Derrick was the
third person who had invited him to come see the film at Nathan's
place that day.
"Whoa..." Derrick told Michael, as they both watched Jared storm
off, as the bell before the last class change just rung.
"I don't know," said Michael, "but I'm gonna find out."
Jared tried to control his anger, made sure they didn't convert
into tears. Michael, Todd, Derrick -- they're all going to know. The
first to know. He still couldn't believe it. An arm fell across his
shoulder.
"Jare, dude, whats up?" Michael asked, honestly concerned. "I
mean, why are you so upset about this movie?"
Jared just shook his head, fighting back tears. Michael looked
around to make sure no one was listening.
"You know, I told people you'd be there, already. Now if you
don't show up to this, people might think something's wrong with you
or something. They might think..."
"That I'm queer?" Jared blurted out, tears swelling in his eyes.
"Uh..." Michael looked around, grasping for something to say,
"no, just..."
Jared pushed Michael away, and ran into the bathroom. He skipped
his last class, instead sitting on a toilet and sobbing.
Michael didn't get it. Something was wrong with Jared, and he
knew it. He never acted like this. He thought back to a week before,
and remembered how that one soccer dude, Gary, was handing out stamps
of acid and dealing with other drugs lately. He figured Jared must
have gotten hooked up, and must just be having a bad trip or
something.
The final bell rang, and Jared had composed himself. He had a
last minute idea. Maybe Nathan hadn't gotten a chance to make copies
yet. What a better time to get it and get rid of it than now?
"Hey, Mikey!" Jared called out to his best friend, calling him by
his childhood handle, "Wait up, I'm coming."
Michael smiled. "Cool, I knew you would."
Jared had butterflies in his stomach.
They were all piled into Todd's pickup. Todd and Derrick in the
cabin, and Michael and Jared in the open back cargo area. Off to
Nathan's place. Nathan, who Jared had tried to track down earlier
around lunch, but could never seem to find.
"Hey," Michael playfully backhanded Jared in the stomach, getting
his attention, "remember when we used to jerk off back in 5th?"
"Yeah," Jared finally admitted, after a moment's hesitation.
Michael produced a small vile of KY Jelly.
"Ever used this?" Michael inquired, full of interest.
Jared blushed. "Nah, just vaseline, lotion, Crisco, jello..."
"Heh," Michael chuckled, "this works alot better. Alot cleaner,
too."
"Is it slippery?"
"Is it slippery..." Michael mocked him, "here, point your finger."
Michael squeezed out just a little bit on Jared's index finger,
and used his own to rub it in.
"Shit," Jared gasped, fascinated, as Michael made a tight hole
with his thumb and index finger, and pretended like he was jerking off
a dick.
"Uh, uh," Jared acted stimulated, "oh, Mikey, oh MIKEY!"
They both broke into laughter.
"Was it good for you?" Michael punned.
"Awesome. Next time you'll have to give me a blow job."
Michael smirked at him.
Jared looked away, now intent on getting that damn movie, before
anyone finds out the truth.
No sooner than he thought it, had they arrived. Todd slammed his
brakes and sent Michael and Jared flush against the back of the cabin.
"Hey, asshole!" Michael sounded serious, but was just playing his
part.
"This better be worth my time," announced Todd.
"Yeah, this better be good," Derrick echoed.
Michael put his hand around Jared's back and patted it as they
went in.
Nathan's little brother, Brian, led them upstairs to a spare room
which had a sliding glass door, some shelves, a T.V., a loveseat, a
couple recliners, and some coffee tables in it. Cold sweat and
anticipation flooded over Jared.
"Hey, whats up?" Nathan high-fived Todd and Derrick, his primary
non-soccer friends, which made Jared wonder why Michael was invited.
"Michael, Jared, hi," Nathan's eyes briefly met Jared's, where he
let out a mischevious grin, before looking away.
"Have a seat, have a seat," ordered Nathan, "and believe me, you
won't be disappointed."
Jared's eyes zeroed in on the tape. It didn't look like the
labels that they used at home, but...
Within seconds, Nathan had the T.V. on and the VCR on Play.
Jared knew he had to act now. He took a step forward, his eyes
greedily fixed on the VCR. But Nathan anticipated his move, from the
other side of the room, and produced another tape -- THE tape. He had
made COPIES! Nobody else saw them, they were too fixiated on the
screen in anticipation to notice.
Nathan watched Jared, as his expression went from bad to worse.
The pure fright behind that child's eyes. Nathan could read it. "No,
please God no, don't..." Nathan could hear exactly what Jared was
thinking.
Then the screen flickered, and it came to life. Just sound at
first. A guys voice -- he was groaning.
Nathan closed his eyes, too afraid to run out of the room, too
afraid to move, too afraid to look. He didn't yet know if it was his
voice, or Steven's. He couldn't recognize it yet.
"Shit, they're buttfuckin'!" exclaimed Michael, and Derrick and
Todd moaned their initial disgust as well.
Nathan slowly opened his eyes, quickly glancing around the silent
room, expecting all eyes to be on him. But they weren't. He quickly
glanced at the screen, then back to Nathan, who was cracking up.
Jared simply raised his eyebrows and let his mouth drop open. His
eyes went back to the screen.
"Its Melissa!" Derrick gasped, "Holy shit, that whore's being
buttfucked!"
"By who??" inquired Michael desperately, shifting in his seat,
trying to conceal his suddenly stout erection.
"Its not..." Todd began.
"It is," said Nathan, who had now crept up behind Jared.
Jared wanted to look behind him, but was too glued to the set.
"Niles! You dog!" Derrick finally realized, too.
"I can't believe it," Todd was amazed.
"Shit!!" Michael dug his hands deep into his pockets, trying to
control his sexual urges.
Jared felt a hand protrude in front of him, from behind. It was
holding a tape -- THE tape. Jared accepted it, casually, and turned
his head back to look.
"Don't, you're missing it!" Nathan hissed in his ear.
"FUCK!" everyone exclaimed, as Niles removed his cum-ridden dick
from her ass.
It went on for another half-hour. Michael asked if Nathan had
any tissue so he could jerk. The others nodded their requests too.
"Shit, man," Michael took only a few seconds to stare back at
Jared, "sit down here and join us. You'll bust a nut if you don't!"
"Go for it," Nathan patted Jared on the back.
Jared sat the tape down on a small coffee table back there, and
climbed over the seat, taking the tissue box, which had already went
around the room, a good four or five tissues per person.
About 4 flies unzipped simultaneously, and Todd and Derrick
demanded equal access to the lube Michael had brought. And they sat
there, jerking off, to Niles and Melissa going at it nearly every way
known to man.
It was all over, and all the kids were spent. The small trash
basket was full of tissues, and the boys were all sprawled out on the
couches and recliners.
"Shit, now I know why they call this a 'loveseat'," Michael
joked, as he mopped up the last of some extraneous cum that escaped
his tissue and landed on his shirt.
Todd and Derrick both groaned at his dumb pun.
"Get your leg off of me, you faggot," Derrick kicked at Todd, who
had oversprawled himself over onto Derrick's recliner.
"I was watching you jerk off, the whole time, you know," Todd
said lovingly to Derrick, "not really watching the movie."
"Fuck you," Derrick playfully shoved Todd, knowing he was just
joking.
Michael was just smiling, laying back with a blissful look on his
face.
Derrick jumped up.
"Well, its been a swell time, fellows," he announced, "its been a
long time since I've done a circle jerk with lots of other guys
present."
"Yeah, me too," chirped in Michael.
"Me three," it was Todd.
"I'm outta here," Derrick continued, "gotta tell the rest of the
guys about THAT."
"I'm with ya," Todd jumped up as well, "you two lovebirds
coming?"
"I'll hang around," said Michael, his mind already burning with
the desire to see more of those movies, which he's sure Nathan must
have, "besides, I live real close to here anyway."
"Cool. Jared? Nevermind. You're still getting over your first
orgasm."
"Fuck you," Jared retorted with a smile on his face, finally
snapping out of his trance.
"See you two jerk offs later," Derrick and Todd disappeaered down
the stairs and out the front door.
"Where'd Nathan go?" Michael squeezed the capped KY Jelly bottle
between both hands, pondering how many more jerk off sessions it would
get him through.
"I dunno," Jared finally realized he was gone, "I'm gonna find
out."
With that, he jumped up and went down the hall, searching.
Michael rolled over, and spotted another tape on the coffee table
behind him.
"Cool..." he said to himself, eagerly ejecting the other tape and
putting in the new.
Jared knocked on Nathan's bedroom door, which was slightly ajar.
"Come in," Nathan said, in a tired voice.
"Hi," Jared said, stopping just barely in the door.
"Hey," replied Nathan, not even looking up at him.
"What are you up to?" Jared took a few more steps closer.
"Nuthin', just homework."
"Not interested in the show?"
"Only seen it like 50 times."
"Where'd you come across that?"
"People tell me I have a knack for 'exotic' photography," Nathan
finally looked up at him.
"I'll say," Jared's eyes met his. "Thanks for not, well, you
know..."
"Yeah, well, thanks for not leaving me out there in the field."
"He shouldn't have..."
"I deserved it. I was being a butt."
Jared just grinned, glad mostly that his soccer pal Nathan wasn't
personally mad at him.
"But you did cost us the game," Nathan reconsidered, "and you
should pay for that somehow."
"What do you want?"
"A blow job."
"You serious?"
"No."
"Uh..." Jared fumbled for words, "so are you still sore about it,
I mean, Steven and I?"
"Nah. I finally realized that I shouldn't pry. Thats what got
me those tapes of Niles and Melissa, and Jonah and Kim--"
"You got tapes of Jonah fucking Kim!?" Jared was amazed.
Nathan shrugged. "Yeah, I'm good at that, you know. Sneaking
around with a camera at the right time, at the right place."
"Gonna be a field photographer or something like that when you
grow up?"
"Something like that."
They suddenly heard a shriek from the spare room. It was
Michael.
"Wonder what his problem is?" Jared turned to leave.
"Maybe he found another tape..."
"OH SHIT!" Jared just realized what he'd done, or rather, forgot
to do -- GET THE TAPE!
He stumbled out of the room, running down the hall back into the
spare room. Nathan realized what had happened then, too, and followed
close behind.
They saw Michael, wide-eyed, who immediately tucked his dick back
into his pants when they came in.
"Um," Michael stammered, "uh, um..."
Michael fumbled for the remote and turned off the screen, cutting
Steven off, right as he was climaxing into Jared's butt.
Michael's face was bright red.
"Sorry," he squeaked, barely glancing up towards Jared, not
meeting his eyes. He then got up, silently, disposing of the last of
the tissues, stuffing the KY in his pocket.
"Sorry, I didn't know it was you," Michael apologized again,
brushing by Jared on his way out.
"Wait a sec," Nathan held his hand out against Michael's chest,
blocking his escape. "You must have known those were two guys, with
all the hair on his legs..."
"Yeah, so," Michael stared at the ground.
"You were jerking off to that, huh?"
Michael's face only got redder, but he didn't say anything.
"Its cool, dude," Nathan finally said. Jared couldn't believe he
did. Not him, the same guy who just called him a faggot not 2 days
ago.
"I'm not gay, really," Michael tried to explain, afraid of
confronting Jared more than anything,
"You were jerking off to Jared though, huh?"
"No I wasn't!" Michael protested, glancing up at Nathan in
defiance.
"Yes you were, admit it!"
This time he didn't say anything.
"I didn't know it was him," he whispered in a shaky voice. He
was going to start crying, Jared could tell.
"But you knew it was a guy," Nathan persisted.
Michael broke into tears and Nathan clutched him and held him
close.
"Don't worry," Nathan whispered in his ear, but loud enough so
that Jared could hear. "I've jerked off to Jared before, too."
"Huh?" Michael raised his head. Jared's jaw dropped. He
couldn't believe his ears.
Suddenly, Todd and Derrick appeared from around the corner.
Jared jumped back a bit. How much of this had THEY heard?
"So have I," spoke Todd.
"And I," admitted Derrick.
Suddenly, all eyes were on Jared, who was completely overwhelmed.
"We've all seen your tape, dude," Derrick began, "except for
Michael here. We think you're hot."
They all approached him, moving in on him. Jared's head was
spinning, he couldn't believe this was happening. All the guys he had
the hots for, they wanted HIM.
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Then, suddenly, he woke up. It was dark. His clock read 4:32a.
One HELL of a dream. He reached down and started jerking himself off,
hoping to fall back asleep. The big game is tomorrow, or today
rather. Against that team they defeated 2 months ago. That
good-looking kid is on the team. "Steven" he imagined his name as
being. Maybe he'll muster up enough courage to at least confront him
next time, he thought, instead of chickening out and walking away like
last time when "Steven" disappeared into te girl's dressing room after
the game. At least find out what his name is, maybe.
"Shit," sighed Jared, as he brought himself to orgasm. He was
fifteen-years-old and still a virgin.
THE END