by Dirk Hunter
“But I will go,” Kai continued. “Now. Hi, Adam. Were you hiding in the closet the whole time I was here, or….” That last bit Kai had mumbled to himself as he rushed out the door, slamming it shut in his haste.
As the echoes of the door shutting reverberated through the room, I held my breath, waiting for Adam’s reaction, fearing another outburst.
Instead, Adam exploded with laughter. Deep, booming, helpless laughs. I joined in — it was pretty hysterical. Adam let go of me to reach up and wipe the tears of laughter out of his eyes. I took advantage of my newfound freedom to spin around so I was lying on top of him again, chest to chest. Adam’s laughter died down as he stared up at me.
For a moment, that’s all we did. Look at each other. Then, slowly, I bent my head and kissed him softly. His mouth parted beneath mine, and my tongue darted in. Adam wrapped his arms back around me, holding me close, and as the kiss deepened and intensified, he flipped us over, so he was lying on top of me.
I found I was enjoying this. Being manhandled, that is. The tackling, the pinning down, and now getting forcibly flipped, being taken control of.
It was hot. I wondered if Adam would enjoy it just as much. So I pushed back, and I was on top again. I grabbed his hands by the wrist and slammed them on the carpet on either side of his head, holding him down.
I broke off the kiss and grinned triumphantly at him.
“Think you win that easily, huh?”
I hadn’t realized it was a competition, but as long as it was…. “If the shoe fits,” I taunted.
With a growl, he pushed me off him — rather effortlessly, I’m a little embarrassed to say — grabbed me around the waist, and pulled me to the ground. But I was a little too fast. I slipped from his grasp and rolled, giving him a smack on the ass on the way. I sprang to my feet, ready for him to make the next move.
“Oh, it’s so on now,” he said, getting to his feet.
“Bring it, jock boy.”
He lunged at me, but I darted away, scoring another smack on his ass. Only he was ready for that and caught my arm. He pulled me to him, grabbed me around the waist, and brought us back to the floor, and laughing, we began to wrestle in earnest. He was definitely stronger than me, but I was faster, and lithe. He’d reach for me, I’d slip away and leap on his back with a yell. He’d throw me off and pin me to the floor, so I’d distract him with a kiss until I could worm my way out of his grasp. At one point, as I was trapped beneath him, I had reached up, pulled on his shirt, and tore it. It had been unintentional, a desperate attempt to escape, but I can’t complain at the results. His shirt ripped from collar down the center of his chest almost to his navel.
Adam’s eyes grew wide in surprise, and mock outrage. “Oh, you did not just…” but I cut him off by giggling and tearing his shirt the rest of the way. Long and slow, the sound of tearing fabric filled the room. “That’s it,” he said. “Now you’re in for it.” He ripped my shirt completely off in one quick tug. He bent his head and licked my nipple, which made me gasp and sent a shiver down my spine. Taking advantage of my surprise, he grabbed my pants by the pockets and pulled them down, button popping off. Then he took my boxers by the waistband and tore those off too. Now that I was completely naked, he laid himself back on top of me and kissed me. I tugged, ineffectually, at his jeans, trying to get even. The only effect was to make Adam laugh.
“Looks like I won,” he said, smugly. “What’s my prize?”
I pulled once more on his pants. “Take these off, and I’ll show you,” I said. Adam stood up, pulled off his pants and what remained of his torn shirt, and stood there, expectantly, already hard from excitement and anticipation. I stood too, grabbed Adam by his shoulders, steered him to the couch, and pushed him down onto it. I knelt on the floor in front of him. I grabbed his cock and stroked it slowly. He watched me, eyes wide and expectant. “Ready?” I asked, and waited for his nod.
He gasped when I took him into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, massaging his balls as I bobbed up and down along his shaft. “Oh fuck, Dylan,” he moaned. He grabbed my hair and began thrusting, deep into my throat. I felt, distantly, glad for my experience with Kai. I remembered how I had gagged the first time I had deep-throated him, and Adam was much larger. But the thought of Kai only flitted through my head and vanished in an instant, replaced completely with the reality of Adam.
Still taking control, Adam pulled me off his dick, lifted my head to his and kissed me hard, tongue probing deeply into my mouth. “Mmm,” he moaned, eyes pressed closed. “Weird.”
“What’s that,” I said, breathless.
“I can taste myself.” His eyes snapped open, and he grinned at me.
“Now suck that dick, fairy boy.”
So I did. Adam’s moans grew louder and louder. As I went along, they began to be interspersed with more gasps, and cries of “Fuck, Dylan, Yes!” I would have smiled to hear him call my name with such pleasure, but my mouth was a bit busy. I could feel it as Adam approached climax.
His hips thrust with barely contained intensity, grunting with every movement. Then he came, waves of hot cum hitting the back of my throat.
Slowly, with great relish, I lapped his cock clean as it grew soft in my mouth, spent.
Adam looked down at me through heavy lidded eyes. He had sunk fully into the couch, breathing heavily. “That was fucking the best,” he said. “Yeah?” I sat next to him.
“Oh fuck yes.” He kissed me again, his energy returning as he went.
He grabbed my cock and started stroking it. After a minute, he broke off the kiss and looked down at his hand, pumping my dick. He licked his lips, and I shuddered slightly in anticipation. I lay back on the couch, propped my head in my hands to watch him.
Slowly, with great deliberation, he lowered his head to my dick. He licked his lips once again, and looked up at me with a strange mix of hunger and hesitation. As our eyes locked, he licked the head of my cock, then paused. He looked thoughtful, like he was examining the taste, deciding whether it was appealing. I was about to speak, tell him he didn’t have to suck me if he didn’t want to, if he wasn’t ready, but before I could open my mouth, he dove on my cock, sucking it all the way to the base.
He gagged, of course, but that didn’t abate his enthusiasm in the slightest. He sucked my dick like a man in the desert given an ICEE. My eyes practically rolled up into the back of my head with pleasure. After all that had happened, the erotic wrestling, sucking Adam for the first time and tasting his cum, it didn’t take long for me to reach my bursting point.
“I’m going to cum,” I moaned. My cock came out of Adam’s mouth with an audible pop, and with two quick strokes of his hand, he had me cumming rivulets of hot, sticky white all over my abdomen and chest. I lay there, panting, spent, but Adam wasn’t quite done. Very tentatively, he dipped the tip of his tongue in the cum pooling on my navel. He made a face and looked up at me.
“Don’t like it?” I asked with a laugh.
“I dunno, dude. It’s weird.” He dipped a finger in it, and shoved it in my face. “You try.”
I licked his fingers, laughing at the surprised look on his face. “I feel like I just recycled.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“…AND THE rest of the weekend continued pretty much like that.” It was Monday, my first day back from my suspension, and I was sitting at the lunch table with Kai and Mel.
Mel was overjoyed to hear about Adam and me. I think it tickled her inner romantic — forbidden love, stolen moments, all that nonsense. Kai, on the other hand, seemed the complete opposite of pleased.
“Gross,” he said with a scowl the instant I had finished my story.
“I didn’t hear you complaining when you were the one getting blown all weekend,” Mel snarked.
“HEYO!” Mel and I shouted in unison, high-fiving over the table.
Kai stared at Mel flatly. “I really don’t appreciate this whole….”
“Yeah, well,” Mel in
terrupted, “I don’t appreciate you cutting me out of your life for the better part of two months.”
“HEYO!” This time I was alone in shouting. I held my hand out for a high five that never came. Mel arched an eyebrow at me. “Oh. Yeah. Right. That was me too.”
Across the lunchroom, I saw Adam arrive, surrounded by a group of other football players. They got in the lunch line, chatting and laughing in a little clump. Adam distanced himself slightly from the group, looked my way, and gave a smile and a discreet little wave. I waved back, which made Adam turn nervously to his friends to see if they noticed. He didn’t look back my way.
“You’re okay with that?” Kai said. He nodded in the direction of Adam. He must have seen our interaction.
“For now,” I replied, “yes. I know how scary coming out can be. I’m not going to pressure him.”
“Right,” Kai said, skeptically. “Well, it seems to me that if he really cared about you, he wouldn’t try so hard to keep everyone from finding out.” “You’re one to talk,” Mel said.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Kai snapped back at her. Those two had been at each other’s throats all day. It made me wonder what was going on with them.
“You tried just as hard to keep everyone from knowing you and Dylan were fooling around.”
“That was different.”
“Oh yeah? How.”
“I wasn’t ashamed to be seen with the only openly gay kid in school.”
I finally broke in, stopping their bickering. “When you’ve spent your whole life living in fear of people rejecting you if they found out the truth, then you can tell me what you think Adam should and should not do. Until then, why don’t you let me decide what I’m fine with, okay?”
I couldn’t help but snap at Kai there, at the end. Truth was, what he had said struck a note of truth in me — a small sliver of doubt I’d been trying my best to ignore. I was angry at Kai for making me realize it. He looked at me apologetically.
Mel expertly changed the subject, but our lunch never quite got back to normal. The shadow of this unresolved argument hung over us for the rest of the period.
OAK LAKE High, after school was out, was split into two major areas.
There was the side with the auditorium and the side with the gym. On the one side, the kids who were passionate about the arts hung out. The drama kids rehearsed there, the music kids played in small groups in the practice rooms, the art teacher always stayed late to give kids access to the paint and clay so they could finish their projects. The other side was the haunt of the football players and cheerleaders, the soccer girls and wrestlers. The two sides rarely intermingled. In between was this abandoned rift of empty classrooms, where no one willingly spent any time after the bell had rung. But today, for the first time, I was going to cross this no-man’s-land, betray the auditorium side for the gym side. I had my misgivings. Especially because I wasn’t supposed to be seen.
I hung out at the threshold of the gym hallway, sat cross-legged with a textbook open on my knees, watching jock after jock leave the locker room from the corner of my eye, waiting for Adam. I was growing impatient. Nearly everyone from the football team had already passed me.
A few had looked at me askance, but most hadn’t even noticed.
“That’s what I was telling Coach,” I heard Adam’s voice coming from down the hall, not in the direction of the locker rooms but the other way, from the cafeteria. He and James P. Hogan were walking toward me, carrying sodas. They must have made a detour to the vending machines.
“But he….” Adam’s voice trailed off when he saw me sitting there. I quickly stood up.
“Well,” James said after half a second of awkward silence, “I’m going to hit the showers.” They were still wearing their football uniforms and all the pads. “Hey Dylan, glad you’re back.”
Adam stayed silent until James disappeared into the locker room. He moved half a step closer, looking like he wanted to come in for a kiss, but stayed back. Instead, he held out one of the sodas he was carrying toward me. “Hi,” he said lamely.
“You got me a grape soda? That’s my favorite. Thanks. How’d you know?”
He smiled shyly at me and shrugged. “It’s the only thing I’ve ever seen you drink.”
“Well, now I just feel predictable.” Adam gave a soft laugh, reached out and gave my hand a quick, affectionate squeeze, looking around to make sure no one could see us. “I didn’t know where we were supposed to meet, so I’ve been hanging out here. That’s cool, right?”
“Yeah. I figured you might, so I hung back after practice. Couldn’t quite shake James, though.” He looked down at all his football gear. “I should get changed.” He started walking toward the locker room, but stopped when he realized I was following. “What are you doing?”
“Coming with.” Adam looked at me uncomfortably, like he wanted to protest but couldn’t find the words. “What? No one has come in or out of there for like fifteen minutes. It’s probably empty. Besides, I’m a man. I can go in the men’s locker room if I want.” Adam still looked like he wanted to protest. “Unless you’re ashamed to be seen with me….”
“Of course not!” Take that, Kai. Adam sighed. “Fine. Just don’t….”
He stopped abruptly, thinking better of whatever he had been about to say.
He turned on his heel and walked in.
“Yeah, you better not finish that sentence,” I said as I followed him in. The men’s locker room was empty, like I had predicted. I could hear James P. Hogan moving somewhere back there, but he was behind a couple of banks of lockers. But other than that, we were completely alone. That didn’t stop Adam from peering around the corners of the lockers to make sure. I huffed a little in frustration, but didn’t say anything. Instead, I settled onto one of the benches to watch Adam change. I wasn’t going to argue with a free show.
“Are you coming to the game on Friday?” Adam asked, changing hurriedly, without a hint of the sexy-stripping atmosphere I had hoped for.
“Those are still happening? It’s supercold out.”
“It’s the last game of the season. So will you come?”
I smiled. He couldn’t quite keep the excitement out of his voice, as hard as he tried to sound nonchalant. “Sure. I’d love to see you play.” I reached out and pinched his bare ass before Adam could pull his boxers on. He leapt a foot into the air, then turned on me. “Don’t do that,” Adam whispered fiercely. “Not here.” He stepped into his pants and pulled them up hurriedly. “Let’s go.”
Maybe it was what Kai said that afternoon that had gotten to me, or maybe it was simply a desire to make Adam squirm, but seeing him so uncomfortable at having me around the locker room drove me straight to sarcasm.
“Go now? What, with all these hot guys disrobing around me?” Adam rolled his eyes at me, but I could see a hint of a smile. I made an exaggerated show of looking around. “How could I possibly tear myself away from all this delicious eye candy?” Just then, James P. Hogan came into sight around the lockers, towel wrapped around his waist, heading toward the shower.
Right before he stepped out of sight, the towel dropped and I was graced with the sight of a small sliver of that perfect ass disappearing around the corner.
“Hold that thought,” I said, taking an involuntary step forward.
Adam grabbed me and pulled me back. I hadn’t realized I had moved until I felt his hand on my arm. “Ha-ha,” he said. “Very funny. Can we go?”
“Two minutes. All I need.” I hadn’t even turned away from where James P. Hogan had disappeared a moment ago. I felt drawn, like I was a piece of iron and James’s naked body a particularly powerful electromagnet.
As I pulled away, Adam’s grip slid down my arm until he was holding my hand. He pulled me around to face him. “Dylan, quit playing around. Let’s go.” He grabbed my other hand. “Please?”
I looked down at our hands. Adam had interlaced our fingers, a very intimate gesture, and very public. And to hi
s credit, for once he wasn’t looking around to make sure no one could see.
I relented. “You’re just greedy. You want to save all the naked James for yourself.”
Adam chuckled. “That’s exactly what it is.”
“Alright, fine. Let’s go.” I expected Adam to drop my hands then, but he didn’t right away. However, before we left the locker room, he did let go, which was probably for the best. Three of Adam’s friends were right outside.
Adam’s face paled when he almost ran directly into Will Davis, his most homophobic friend. “The fuck you doing with that faggot, Anderson?”
Will demanded. Behind him, Alec reddened slightly in embarrassment and avoided my eyes. Dan went so far as to spread his hands and look at me apologetically. Alec and Dan were nice guys at heart, even if they did suffer from keeping the worst company Oak Lake had to offer. Dan and I had even almost been friends back in middle school when his brother was dating my sister. “You playing for the other team, now? I think I speak for everyone when I say we don’t want anyone on that team on our team, know what I’m saying?” He looked back at Alec and Dan with that self-satisfied grin of someone expecting to be backed up by the people behind him.
Adam’s mouth was opening and closing, like it knew it should be talking but his brain hadn’t got en around to supplying it with words yet. I was a little irrationally jealous of Will. I hadn’t ever gotten Adam to that level of speechlessness. This wouldn’t do, not at all.
“Hey, Alec,” I said calmly, as though I hadn’t just heard that torrent of homophobic vitriol. “You still have that SAT prep book I loaned you? This idiot,” I jerked a thumb at Adam, “convinced me to tutor him too.”
“Um, I think it’s still at my house,” Alec said with a little trepidation, doing his best to ignore the incredulous stare from Will. “Where you left it.”
“That’s okay. I think I have another at home,” I said, and Will’s eyes almost popped out of his head as he realized he wasn’t going to be getting any support from Alec. He turned to Dan expectantly.