by Zane Menzy
Fuck my life!
He realised that he was still crying. Fucking pull yourself together, Keegan, he told himself. He didn’t want to walk past them while he looked so upset. Instead of going onto the street he snuck along the front of the house and crouched down below Liam’s bedroom window. He wrestled his phone from his pocket and with shaky fingers, dialled his mum’s number. He sucked back his sobby breaths, trying to settle the emotion constricting his throat.
“K dog,” said Damon’s voice.
“Damon,” Keegan answered back surprised. “Where’s mum?”
“Your mum’s fallen asleep. She left me her phone in case you needed a lift home.”
“Oh.” Keegan wondered if maybe it was a good thing it was Damon picking him up. His mother knew him too well and would have picked up if he sounded even the tiniest bit upset. “Are you able to pick me up?”
“Yeah buddy. Not a problem.” Damon said.
“Thanks,” Keegan mumbled.
“Where am I picking you up from?”
“Liam’s place please. It’s on Caldwell Street. Seventy-five.”
“Righto. See you soon. I’ll call you when I am parked up outside.”
“Cheers.” Keegan hung up and waited in the shadows, wishing the darkness could swallow him whole.
Chapter Eleven
It didn’t take long for Damon to arrive. Keegan stayed low, hiding beneath Liam’s window. He wasn’t risking waiting on the road in case Garth or anyone else turned up and sprung him looking distressed. His plan was to run straight to the car and tell Damon to just fucking go!
When Damon did call saying he was parked out the front, Keegan felt like his army of protection had arrived. He crept from the safety of the shadows and made his way onto the street, relieved to see that the partygoers on the fence had disappeared. He spotted Damon’s black sports car two houses down. He traipsed along ready to jump straight in, but before he could, Damon hopped out of the car. “Hey, K dog. Sorry but I am busting for a piss. You don’t suppose Liam’s folks would mind if I use their bathroom.” It was the first time in days Keegan had seen the guy with a t-shirt on covering his chest.
“Umm.” Keegan wanted to tell Damon to just hold it in but he saw the way Damon appeared to be squirming as he stood.
“Quickly,” Damon snapped. “I’ll piss my pants if I don’t go soon.”
“Yeah sure. Follow me,” Keegan said reluctantly. He led Damon back towards the house. The front door was still open so he walked in. He half-expected Liam’s mum to have a go at them both for wandering into the house but the coast was clear. “This way,” Keegan whispered. He led Damon down the long hallway to the bathroom situated right at the end. Damon shoved past him and raced inside, shutting the door. Keegan stood outside waiting. He heard the splash of the toilet bowl followed by Damon erupting with a sigh of relief similar to the one Keegan had unleashed earlier.
Just hurry the fuck up so I can get home!
Keegan felt like he would spontaneously combust, scared of being spotted by Garth and an army of followers to mock him. Keegan’s ears pricked up at the sound of the toilet flushing. Thank god. Now come on! Just as Damon opened the door to come out Keegan saw a figure approaching the front door. It was Garth. Keegan’s stomach squirmed, he hauled Damon by the hand and dragged him into the nearest bedroom to hide in which happened to be Liam’s.
Damon appeared amused to be led so gruffly. “Who are you hiding from?”
Keegan raised a finger to his lips. “Be quiet,” he whispered. He heard Garth’s footsteps getting closer to the room. He flashed a look at Damon, willing him to remain silent. Damon glared back with a curious expression on his face.
Just as Garth was about to pass the room a voice thundered down the hall. “Can I help you.” It was Liam’s mum.
“Oh sorry, Miss. I was just looking for a friend of mine,” Garth answered.
“Well, he won’t be in here. Sorry for sounding rude but we are trying to keep everyone outside… so if you don’t mind.”
“Yeah, sure. No worries.” Garth sounded happy to follow the rules, which surprised Keegan. He expected Garth to have been a bit ruder. “Anyway. If you do see a sad -looking blond guy wandering about called Keegan, can you tell him Garth is looking for him.”
Keegan’s stomach dropped. Don’t you fucking dare tell Liam’s mum about what I did!
“Keegan?” Liam’s mother said, sounding concerned. “Is he okay?”
“Uh yeah, he’s okay. He was just feeling a bit sick and disappeared so I was just trying to make sure he didn’t wander in here throwing up all over the place,” Garth answered.
Great! Now she will probably tell Mum about how drunk I imaginarily got at the party.
“Okay. If I see him I will be sure to give him a bucket or direct him to the toilet,” Liam’s mum said pleasantly. She chuckled softly. “It isn’t like Keegan to be irresponsible. He is usually the good influence amongst his friends.”
Keegan grimaced hearing him being outed for being such a boring sod. At least he wasn’t being outed for other reasons though. Keegan kept listening till the voices dissipated and the coast was clear. He turned and looked at Damon, urging him with his eyes to leave.
“Not so fast, K dog.” Damon walked over and sat on Liam’s unmade bed, which was a tangling mess of white sheets. “Come sit and tell me what’s wrong.”
“Nothing. I am fine.” Keegan refused to budge from where he stood by the door. When he saw Damon frowning sternly he gave up. He pushed the door to and went and sat beside him.
“I just wanna know what’s happened,” Damon said, his voice soft like a melody.
“Nothing has really happened.”
“We both know that boy was lying about you being sick cos you look fine to me.”
Keegan lolled his head back and stared at the ceiling. Maybe Damon was the one person he could tell. Until Garth, Damon was the only one who knew Keegan’s secret side existed.
“You can tell me, K dog.” He tapped Keegan on the shoulder. “Do I need to go give some fucker a hiding for giving you a hard time?”
Keegan laughed at Damon’s protective instinct. “It’s nothing like that.” He looked Damon in the eyes. His father’s best friend looked back with nothing but concern. No judgement lingering. Keegan swallowed. “That guy who was looking for me. Well… I hit on him cos I thought he was interested and it turned out he’s straight. I asked if I could kiss him and when he said no, I panicked and ran away.” Keegan saw Damon’s face flinch at the confession.
“I see,” Damon said. “And your worried he might say something?”
“Pretty much.” Keegan let out a pitiful laugh. “Until tonight you were the only one who knew about me but after the stunt I pulled fuck knows who Garth might tell.”
Damon didn’t say anything. He sat rigidly, his hands clutching his knees. Keegan assumed Damon must be regretting provoking such a heart to heart. The silence was only broken when Damon came out with, “Maybe he won’t say anything. He didn’t tell that woman about what you did.”
“Yeah, but that was Liam’s mum and I can’t see him telling her but what about everyone else at the party?”
“Nar. I don’t think the guy will say anything. He has a trustworthy voice.”
“A what?”
“He had a trustworthy voice. He sounds like someone who will keep things to himself.”
Keegan knew Damon grasping at straws to try and make him feel better. It didn’t work. “I would fucking die if everybody found out.”
Damon kept staring at the floor as he nodded along. “So this isn’t some phase? This is what you are?”
Keegan felt like cringing at the question. He couldn’t say the answer out loud so he just nodded slightly.
“Cool. Ain’t nothing wrong with that,” Damon said confidently. “And it’s nobody’s business but yours, so if the guy was a dick and opened his mouth spouting off to his mates then you just tell them it’s none of their fuck
ing business. Lie if you want to. It isn’t like they have proof, do they?”
“I guess not.” Keegan started to feel a bit better. Damon was right. He didn’t have to admit anything he didn’t want to. It was his truth and up to him when he parted the words of it to anyone.
“I actually thought you and Liam had something going on,” Damon said, a coy smile slipped across his lips.
Keegan frowned. “Why would you think that?”
“Because of the way you dressed up for him the other day and I have noticed the way you look at him for a while now.”
“What do you mean the way I look at him?”
“Like he is the only person in the world that matters.”
“Do I really do that?”
Damon smiled. “A little. At first I thought it was just because he’s your best mate and you just enjoyed his company but—” Damon’s sentence hit an invisible wall, it was only when he finished it that Keegan realised why he struggled to complete it. “But after the night at the cabin I realised there was more to it than that. You like him.”
Keegan nodded. “Guilty as charged. I have like the biggest fucking crush on him. He is just so… so perfect.” It felt so freeing to say this out loud and share his affection for the boy who was always on repeat in his mind. “I like him so fucking much it hurts. I know he doesn’t feel the same way but it doesn’t make me stop wanting him.”
“Sorry to hear that, K dog.” Damon rubbed his back. “Love can be a real bitch like that.”
Keegan chuckled. “Maybe you’re more observant than I give you credit for.”
“Yeah, I’m not quite as self-centred as I like to make out I am. I do pay attention to the people I care about.”
Keegan felt warmed by Damon’s words. Outside Liam’s bedroom there was potentially a scandal unfolding with his name written all over it. But in here he was safe. Damon was an army of one designed to protect Keegan from harm. “Thanks, Damon.” Keegan leaned forward and planted a kiss on Damon’s cheek.
Damon flinched.
Keegan lurched back when he realised what he had done. “Sorry I didn’t mean to do that.” He covered his face and groaned aloud. “Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.”
Damon said nothing. He stood up and walked towards the door.
Keegan panicked. “I’m Sorry Damon, I didn’t mean to do that. I don’t know what I was thinking.” To Keegan’s relief and then utter surprise Damon didn’t leave. He pushed the door to and twisted the lock on the handle. He slowly turned around and showed a face that was a wild mess of emotions. He bit down on his lip nervously, nodding his head.
“What’s going on?” Keegan asked. The words limped out his mouth.
Damon stepped in front of him and looked down with a determination brimming in his green eyes. “Whatever you want to go on.”
“What do you mean?”
Damon darted his eyes to the side, smiling. He groped his crotch with a firm grip, giving that as his answer.
The room became draped in a vibe Keegan could only describe as potential. But the potential for what? He flicked his teeth with his tongue, thinking over what Damon was doing. Last time at the cabin Damon had been reluctant to take part but now he seemed to be the one instigating something. He cleared his throat. “Are you saying you want me to fuck you?”
“I am saying I want to help make you feel better any way I can.”
“So you do want me to fuck you?”
Damon grinned. “If that’ll make you feel better.”
Keegan scanned the length of Damon’s body. “Take your shirt off.”
Damon smiled. “Sure thing.”
Keegan felt the burn of an erection coming on fast. Damon was offering exactly what he had hoped for.
He is giving me himself.
Damon peeled the shirt from his body, tossing it on the floor. His tanned chest with its crop of chest hair glowed under the dim light in the room.
Keegan rose to his feet, extending a hand to Damon’s chiselled-chest, raking his fingers through the manly feature. It felt just as inviting as he remembered. An untamed coarseness overtly sexual in every way. Damon stood there unperturbed by Keegan’s hand going lower, sliding south over his midriff, stroking down his hard abs ‘till finally his palm landed on the warm firm mound jutting Damon’s shorts. “Would you like me to play with this again?”
“You’re the boss, K dog.” Damon’s voice came out a crazy level of sexy.
Keegan felt the darkness coming, stinging his blood as it began to fill his veins. The same darkness that had hurled him to a sadistic state that night in the cabin. His teeth lightly chattered with the frisson of anticipation for its vicious arrival. He rubbed Damon’s growing erection, licking his lips. He stared Damon in the eyes and squeezed his cock. The darkness had arrived. “Did you like having my young dick in your arse?”
Damon swallowed.
Keegan squeezed his cock harder. “Did you like it, I asked you.”
“I think so,” Damon whispered.
Keegan licked Damon’s bristly cheek then whispered in his ear, “Should I fuck you like I did last time?” He let go of Damon’s dick, refilling his hand with Damon’s jiggly balls.
Damon took a breath and shuddered when Keegan squeezed them. “Yes. Fuck me just like you did last time.”
Keegan ignored the risk attached to fucking in his best mate’s room while a party raged outside. Damon was a stunning specimen and giving himself freely. The risk seemed worth it. “Good answer,” Keegan replied. “Now get naked cos I am gonna go even fucking harder on you than last time.”
“Is that a threat or a—”
Keegan raised a finger, signalling Damon to be silent. “Just get naked and start lubing my cock up with your mouth.”
Damon simpered, returning with a challenge, “Maybe I should fuck you. Show you how it’s really done.”
Keegan didn’t know where it came from but instinct told him to act and wrestle control of the moment; he slurped up a ball of saliva and spat it right in Damon’s face. “I don’t take it up the arse,” he snarled. “That’s your job, remember?”
Damon looked horrified, he hadn’t expected that. He dropped his gaze to the floor like he was suddenly embarrassed about someone half his age defiling him. Very slowly he raised a hand and wiped the spit from his face, flinging it on to the carpet. His stare returned but this time the smirk was gone and was replaced with a reluctant glint of acceptance.
Keegan grinned, pleased to see the older man knew his place. “Now get naked.”
“Yes, boss,” Damon said in an almost shitty tone. He stepped back, scuffed off his shoes and began to remove every stitch of clothing from his body ‘till he stood before Keegan nothing more than an offering of the flesh.
Keegan smiled salaciously, he tapped the denim crotch of his jeans with his finger.
Damon followed the direction being given, he dropped to his knees and shuffled forward. With a shaky hand, Damon pulled the zipper down, freeing Keegan’s cock. He gripped the swelling prick between his fingers, squeezing, casting a pathetic look up at Keegan before surrounding the young hot knob with his sticky lips.
Keegan gasped at the feel of such a warm obedient mouth. Dubious or not, he loved having control. I fucking love being the boss.
Chapter Twelve
Why did I fucking do it? Why did he have to go and fuck his best mate’s son? Again.
Damon had asked himself that question all week since he had returned from visiting Keegan and Marie. He sat on the patchwork couch in his apartment looking aimlessly out the window at his view of Waitemata Harbour. No amount of scenic beauty could take his mind away from the question though. It was mid-afternoon but Damon still hadn’t gotten dressed. He sat in just his underwear, eating a bowl of cereal, tapping his foot nervously as he ate the bland cornflakes.
It wasn’t like Keegan had forced him or cornered him into doing it like last time. No. This time Damon had given himself away more than willingly. So fucking wil
lingly that he had been the one to make the move. Been the one to bend over the bed and take every inch of pent up aggression Keegan had to offer.
Keegan’s cock had hurt every bit as much as last time but it also had felt unbelievably hot. The hurt was a turn on in how fucking intimate it all was. How fucking thrilling and wrong it all was. And it didn’t get more wrong than being fucked by a guy half your age who happened to be your best mate’s son. Someone you had known their whole life, someone you’d watched grow from a boy to a young man.
Matt will fucking kill me if he finds out.
The moment he had seen how vulnerable Keegan looked, worried about people finding out about him being gay, Damon had felt compelled to make him feel better. His words hadn’t felt enough. He had wanted to give the boy more. Replace any fear with a sense of lustful adventure.
But I enjoyed it too. I really fucking enjoyed it. Damon couldn’t deny this. Yes, as much as locking the door and letting Keegan take control was a way to make the boy feel better, it was also a way for Damon to get his rocks off too. And he certainly had gotten his rocks off, ejaculating a tonne of cum all through Liam’s sheets.
At first he had nearly backed out, annoyed to have Keegan spit in his face. But in a weird way he enjoyed that too. He was being told what he was, that he had no power in this sexual exchange. If he wanted the younger buck, then he had to agree to Keegan’s sadistic terms. And, so he did. But Damon hadn’t realised that by agreeing to the terms he wasn’t just surrendering power of the moment, he was losing it altogether and making Keegan the boss for good.
This submissive side to Damon was queer in more than just the sexual meaning. It didn’t seem to fit with his sexual personality. But maybe that was why he did it. After so many years of being in the driving seat with his partners, it was fun to be letting go and allow someone else to take charge.
He had fucked up big time and there was no way he could have Keegan come stay with him now, no matter how much he wanted to help Matt reconnect with his son. Not now that the connection Damon had made with the boy was so fucking warped. He loved Keegan, he really did. But not in the physical way they had been expressing. Damon grimaced as some of the milk from his cereal dribbled down his chin, making him remember some of the dirty details of his permanent fall from grace. A fall that had left him used goods.