Date: Thu, 24 Jun 2004 16:35:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Matthew Lake <matthew_lake@yahoo.com>
Subject: intolerable-cruelty-4

Hello there.  Thanks for tuning in again...  This story continues to move
in directions I had not predicted at the outset, but I've really enjoyed
all of the suggestions you've emailed, and the IM conversations I've had
with several of you about the characters and the plot.  In particular, I
continue to be thankful to Dan and Dave for their writing support.  And I'd
like to acknowledge my favorite guy in Dallas, Jacob, who will always own a
piece of my heart.  Please send comments to matthew_lake@yahoo.com or AIM
me at matthewlake309.

Previously, in Intolerable Cruelty...

And then I felt a nudge in my back.  Anthony was prodding me with his foot.
"It's time for you to get the fuck up and get the fuck out.  I felt my
clothes fall on top of me in a heap.  I slowly sat up, the intense pain
mostly gone.  My body was tired and ached everywhere.  Moving my legs, I
could feel my skin pull uncomfortably against the dried residue of lube and
cum.

I stood up slowly, fearfully.  I pulled on my Hanes briefs.  My shorts and
t-shirt.  "Hurry the fuck up."  I tried to move more quickly as I headed
towards the door.  Anthony was still completely naked, although he wasn't
hard anymore.  As I started to walk past him, Anthony stopped me.  "Hey
fuckhead.  You're forgetting something.  And you get no more passes.  Kiss
it good-bye."  I knew exactly what he meant the second he said it.  The
very thought of it made me sick to my stomach.  "Kiss it now or I'm gonna
kick you in the balls again, and this time for real."

I dropped to one knee, and leaned forward, hoping a quick peck would
suffice.  I was mistaken.  "Take it all.  In fact, clean it off for me."
Nearly retching, I took the tool of my violation back into my mouth and
worked my tongue on it.  My taste buds were polluted with a combination of
lube, cum, urine and blood.  As I began to pull off, Anthony reached down
and retracted his foreskin.  "Get it all, fuckwad."  I finished the job to
his satisfaction, and he pulled it from my mouth, replacing the skin around
the head.  I stood up and moved to the stairs.  "I'll see you Wednesday,
unless I call on you before that.  And you better not forget the fucking
rules, asswipe."  And then the door was slamming behind me.

* * * * *

I waited in my room, willing the second hand of my clock to move faster,
but eighteen minutes remained before six-thirty, the designated time for
Jamie to pick me up.  Honestly, my body was still fatigued from the night
before, though I'd spent almost all day sleeping.  I remembered dragging my
bike out of the bushes only to realize that there was no way my ass was
able to sit on the seat after the fucking that Anthony had put to me.  I
stashed it back beside the garage and walked home.  I had no idea the time
of my arrival, but I fell into bed fully clothed and slept soundly until I
heard my mom pounding on my bedroom door, threatening to come in and rouse
me if I wasn't up before noon.

It was pure torture dragging my unwilling muscles from between the linen
sheets.  My body had ached as I lay there, and forcing it to move led my
muscles to rebel.  My head hurt, presumably from the alcohol, my throat was
sore, my ass cheeks were tender, and my hole still felt wrecked.  I could
smell Anthony on me, and as I stood before the mirror, waiting for the
shower to warm up, I could see bruises on my thighs and forearm where he
had held onto me through his brutal fuck.  I also had a large hickey on my
right shoulder that I never remember Anthony giving me.  He had declared me
his property, he owned my virginity, and he had marked me.

As I stepped into the shower, I added my own tears to the water sluicing
away dried cum and sweat from my body.  I brushed my teeth until my gums
felt raw, I soaped my skin until it shone red from the effort, I stood in
the spray until the water or memories made me shiver.  I knew my body was
clean, but I still felt dirty, still felt his hands on me, his cock and
fingers in my holes, his voice in my ears, his eyes burning into mine.  I
turned the water off, and slumped to the floor of the shower.  I cried for
having betrayed Jamie to his stepbrother; I cried for my physical pain; I
cried for giving my ass to someone I didn't love; I cried because
remembering last night made my cock harden; I cried until I had no tears
left.

While I was drying off, my mom informed me that Jamie had called, and said
he'd be by about six thirty to pick me up, and that he had a special
surprise.  My immediate reaction to Jamie's message was panic.  I was still
dead tired, and I began to worry, in earnest, about Jamie inadvertently
seeing the bruises on my arm, or the hickey on my shoulder.  How would I
explain these physical manifestations of last night's lust and violence?
My stomach lurched and I found myself heaving into the porcelain sink in
front of me, though there was nothing inside me to evacuate.  And then
another horrifying thought struck me as I began to question the nature of
the surprise Jamie had in mind.  What if tonight was the night he planned
to take my virginity.  A virginity that was already lost.  I heaved again,
spitting bile.  What if Jamie wanted to fuck me?  Before last night, such a
prospect might have raised a combination of anxiety and excitement, but
even concentrating for a moment on my ass brought intensity to the pain and
soreness present there, and I knew that I couldn't take another fucking so
soon.  Not to mention that such had been expressly forbidden by Anthony.
Another mouthful of bile made its way to the drain, as two tears traced
their way from my eyes to my chin.

"Breathe," I heard myself say out loud, as I started counting slowly, "one
.. two .. three .."  My stomach began to quiet.  "four .. five .." My heart
began to calm.  "six .. seven .."  My eyes began to dry.  "eight .. nine
.. ten."  What had happened to me in the last day?  I rinsed my mouth, and
then rinsed the sink.  I found my way into my bedroom, and into a pair of
sweats.  I spent the remainder of the afternoon watching a stupid dating
show called The Fifth Wheel, and wondering how fucked up my dating
life-could it even be called that?!?-had become since winter turned to
spring.

And now, looking from the clock to my reflection in the mirror again, as I
finger-combed my hair into place, even the sight of me was a lie.  Jeans
and a rugby shirt covered the bruises and marks on my body, muscles that
had rebelled a few hours ago, were back to seemingly normal functioning.  I
hadn't thrown up since my breakdown in the bathroom, but I worried I might
at any moment.  My ass was still incredibly sore, and I expected it would
be for days.  I worried that I could not hide my pain from Jamie, but I
also knew that my pain was wrapped up in a secret I could not share with
the boy who had become my best friend.  I slipped on a smile over my
guilt-racked features, and tried to project calm excitement.  At the very
least, I knew I would feel safe with Jamie tonight, in a way I had not with
his step-brother, and I was grateful for that.

* * * * *

Jamie pulled up about five minutes early, and I grabbed a sweatshirt on my
way out the door.  He was hauling my bike out of the back of his truck as
the garage door lifted and I stepped out.

"It looks like your back tire is a little low, dude," Jamie wheeled the
bike inside.  "You better check the pressure."  He paused.  "So, did you
come by last night?"

"Yeah, but you weren't home.  There was no answer, at all, actually.  Your
folks must have been gone, too."  Luck was with me as Jamie had already
provided me the perfect excuse, "And I decided rather than ride with low
air I'd stash my bike and get it later."  I smiled at him.  It was genuine
affection and admiration.  "Thanks for bringing it by."

He smiled back at me.  His perfect, beautiful smile below eyes as deep as
oceans.  I took in his tight navy muscle-t revealing strong shoulders, and
stretched tight over his pecs.  Low waisted cargos sat even lower on his
hips, revealing an inch of striped cotton boxers.  He flashed a hairy pit
as he ran a hand through his hair, leaving it in perfect disarray.  His
smile turned coy, "you want me, don't you?"  He paused and posed, looking
like he was torn from the pages of the A&F quarterly.  "Well, first you're
going to have to buy me dinner."  We both laughed.  "Get in the truck," he
said, smacking my ass and making me jump painfully as he walked towards the
driver's side.

I punched in the garage code, and the door started down, as I hauled myself
into the passenger side, and he pulled out of the driveway.

"So, what are we doing tonight?" I asked, as he turned a corner.

"It's kind of a surprise.  But I'll tell you this much, okay.  You ready?"
His excitement was evident and contagious.  I couldn't help but smile as I
looked over at him, more curious than ever.  He continued, "Well, there's
something I want to talk to you about, well, tell you, at least.  Actually,
it's a question about prom.  But we'll get to that.  But a teaser is,
tonight there will be romance and action, you're gonna leave stuffed, and
I'm not taking no for an answer."  He smiled over at me, "So figure it out
from that."  I scowled at the vague clue, and he laughing a bit, as I
reflected back my own enthusiasm, feeling both confused and anxious.  And
then Jamie was singing along to a new Coldplay track, and I joined in as he
cranked the speakers and we lost ourselves in the music.

We pulled into Antonio's, and Jamie left the truck running while he went
in, emerging a few songs later with an extra large pizza box, which he
stowed in the back of the truck.  Back in the driver's seat, he peeled out
of the lot, and we continued singing along to track after track of the mix
Jamie had burned as we headed away from our usual neighborhood stomping
ground.

Turning down the radio, Jamie turned to me.  "Close your eyes for a few
minutes.  Cover them with your hands if you have to, but don't look until I
say."  Trusting him completely, it was not hard for me to comply, although
I wanted very much to see where we were, and determine our destination.  I
felt the car turn and slow and then come to a stop.  "One more sec," Jamie
said as I felt his hands on my head, tugging me forward a bit and turning
me towards the window.  "Okay, open your eyes."

I did and was surprised to see that we were at the Blue Moon Drive-In, and
the movie on the marquis was the new Harry Potter flick.  "Get out," I
yelled.  "Are you serious?  You're taking me to see this movie?  No fucking
way.  I can't believe it, Jamie.  This is for real?"

"Dude, yes, we're going to see Harry Potter."  He laughed, "It's all you've
talked about for weeks, and this is the first weekend of the new season for
the Blue Moon, so I thought it would be fun."  He turned to me.  "So,
you're excited?"

"Fuck yea!  Are you crazy?  I'm so surprised and excited, Jesus, I don't
even know what to say."  In my hyper-emotional state, tears filled my eyes
at the kindness of this gesture, and I turned away from Jamie so that he
would not see.  "Thank you, dude.  Thanks so fucking much," I said, proud
that my voice didn't crack.  The line of vehicles began to pull forward
slowly, and Jamie eased the truck towards the gate.  This kindness was such
a contrast to last night.  Anthony had been singularly intent on his own
pleasure, and even in those moments where my body was made to feel good, it
was apparent to me now that those feelings were an aside.  Had they not
worked to meet Anthony's ultimate goal, they would have been expendable.
Jamie, on the other hand, was doing this entirely for me.  I knew Jamie had
no real desire to see this movie, and the fact that he would do this for me
was overwhelming.

"You haven't even heard the best of it, dude," Jamie gestured towards the
back of the truck, "I've got some brews back there, and you saw the pizza,
and we've got some unbelievable seats."  He grinned at me.  "Just wait."

I was floored, and when I'm stunned I tend to babble, and so Jamie spent
the next 20 minutes hearing me drone on and on about the last couple of
Harry Potter movies and what I did and didn't like, and he took in every
word, even adding a couple of comments of his own, as was possible, which
wasn't much.  Once inside the theatre lot, he pulled around so that we were
a respectable distance from the screen and backed into a space.  I finally
fell into silence.

"I know you're wondering why we're facing away from the screen."  He smiled
and ruffed up my hair.  "It's because we're setting up in the back."  He
opened his door and hopped out.  Other cars were pulling in as twilight
moved closer to dark, and I followed him.  In a few minutes, I was plugging
an adapter into the lighter of his console as he started a little air pump
and what had been a ball of plastic slowly took the shape of a small
two-seater, fitting perfectly across the back of his truck bed.  Securing
our speaker to the side of the truck, we waited on the pump, talking about
nothing.  When inflation was complete, Jamie threw a blanket over the air
furniture.  Putting down the gate, he hopped inside, and flopped down.
"The cooler serves as a stool," he plopped his feet on top of it, "a
table," he replaced his feet with the pizza, "and the perfect place to keep
MGD ice cold."  He pulled a black can out of the ice and cracked it open,
taking a few gulps.  "So fucking good."  He paused a minute.  "You want
one?"

I climbed up into the truck and remembered last night's choices about
alcohol all too clearly.  Fresh waves of regret that I had ever taken that
first drink, that I had tried so hard to impress Anthony washed over me.
"Nah.  But if you have a coke...," before I could even finish, a cold, red
can was in my hand.

Jamie put his hand on my shoulder, and his touch was both warm and
electrifying on my skin.  "I figured you might prefer coke," he reflected,
rubbing gently, "but if you want a beer, let me know."  His hand dropped
away as he settled back into the seat.  I cracked open my can and settled
in beside him.

* * * * *

Although Jamie was on his second beer, and I had only had half my coke, the
urge to piss hit me just as the previews started.  Jamie laughed as I
excused myself, slamming the last half of his beer while I scrambled out of
the truck and headed towards the concession.

I expected there would be a line, and I was right, though I seemed to be
among the last to arrive.  I fell into the queue, and slowly worked my way
to the door as guys stepped out of the can with some regularity.  There was
only one guy behind me, and I hoped that there would be a stall free when I
got there, as I can sometimes be a little shy at the urinal, and I wanted
to get back before the movie started.

I had stepped through the door into the cinder block room, to see a trough
urinal on one wall across from two sinks and next to a single stall.  I
could see feet in the stall, and realized I'd have to make peace with
public urination and steeled myself to step forward when my turn came.  I
felt a tap on my shoulder, and the unexpected, familiar touch made me
nearly leap out of my skin.  Or so it felt, as I turned to see Zac.
Relieved and slightly embarrassed at my over-reaction, I motioned hello.

"Hey Lake.  I thought that was you."  The guy who had been behind me
stepped ahead to the urinal and started his business.  "Put it there, man."
Zac held out his hand and I caught it as he pulled me in for a combo
shoulder touch hug and single back pat.  It felt very manly.

"How are you doing?" I inquired.  The last dude stepped away from the
trough leaving room for both of us.  Zac pushed my shoulder in that
direction, and stepped up beside me.

"Pretty good."  I fumbled with the zipper on my jeans as Zac pulled the
band of his basketball shorts down, flopping his balls out to hold them and
taking his thick milk chocolate colored cockhead between two fingers.  "My
girl really wanted to see this movie or there's no way you could drag me in
the gate, you know."  He laughed and I finally freed my dick, aiming it
towards the metal receptacle in front of me.

I couldn't help but glance over at Zac.  His soft dick was beautiful, above
hairless nuts.  His pubes were pretty sparse, too, and he rubbed his lower
belly with the hand that was not aiming his cock.  His piss stream was
strong and he sighed as liquid and tension flowed from his body.  His eyes
were closed but he shifted his hips slowly, drawing lazy arcs in front of
him.  My flow finally started, and I watched as our streams became one
before swirling their way down the drain.

"Why don't you take a picture, dude."  Zac's voice startled me and I
realized he had caught me openly checking out his equipment.  My gaze
snapped forward and my flow stopped almost immediately.  I mumbled an
apology as I zipped up and moved to the sink.  In the mirror I could see
Zac from behind as he shook off and flipped his shorts back up.  Next to me
at the sink, we engaged in an awkward silence until Zac broke the tension.

"So, who you here with?" he asked.

"Jamie," I responded, glad to for some conversational distance between now
and my gaffe of a moment ago.  "I've been talking about the new movie now
for weeks.  I guess he paid attention."

Zac laughed.  "You and my girl.  Can't talk about nothing else."  I
finished drying my hands and started towards the door.  "Tell you what.  If
she won't put out tonight, I'll come find you and you can take a much
closer look at my dick than you got a few minutes ago."  Zac busted out
laughing, and, as my face turned crimson, I laughed with him, wondering
just how much truth there was behind his joke.

* * * * *

I walked up to the truck just as the movie started.  Jamie was kicked back
on the love seat, and the leg of his cargoes rode up his thick thigh,
teasing me to unconsciously look farther up the leg for a sign of the cock
I loved to suck.  But my fleeting glances were in vain, as his privates
remained so, snuggled in his cotton boxers.  I marveled at how blonde and
sparse Jamie's body hair was in comparison to Anthony's as I settled in
next to Jamie.  He cracked another beer and grabbed a slice of pizza, and I
followed his lead, making mine another coke.  I mentioned that I had seen
Zac at the bathroom.

"He's kind of been an asshole lately," Jamie said, almost as an aside.

"What do you mean?" I inquired.

"He's just been kind of short tempered.  I think he's just stressed with
baseball starting in a few weeks.  I know he wants to be team captain
really badly."  The movie began in earnest, and I think Jamie could sense
he was losing me.  "It's no big deal.  He'll get over it."  Jamie laughed.
"Are you even listening to me?" he mock punched my shoulder as I turned
from the movie with an incredulous look on my face.

"Of course, I am!" I protested.

"Then I'm gonna kick your ass!  I didn't bring you here to talk.  Watch the
movie, dude."  We both laughed and the pizza slowly disappeared along with
a few more drinks as the movie progressed.

I loved the feel of Jamie next to me.  The seat was small enough that we
had to sit pretty close, our arms and thighs pressed together.  I turned a
little so that I was half leaning against Jamie and snuggled in.  The air
around us started to get a little chill, and Jamie pulled out a quilt,
spreading it across his lap and my own.  Had I not been waiting weeks to
see this movie, I might have fallen right asleep, peacefully, in the arms
of the hottest man I knew.

* * * * *

As the credits rolled, I couldn't contain my excitement.  This was, by far,
the best of the three movies in the series, and I couldn't wait to dissect
every second of the movie for Jamie.  Like a true friend, he listened to
everything I had to say, and then he put his finger up, and slowly moved it
to my lips, in a hushing motion.  I laughed at my own inner dork as he
quietly shushed me.

"We can talk more about the movie later, dude.  But first, I have some
really exciting news I need to share with you."  He paused, turning towards
me and putting his hand back in his lap.  "I wasn't home when you stopped
by last night, and there was a reason."  He paused again as my memory of
the previous night washed over me in an instant, leaving me sick with
regret for what I had done.  I swallowed bile and nodded, hoping he
wouldn't drag out whatever he was going to tell me.

"Well, I was on a date with Mandy Jenkins," he smiled and I remembered
several occasions at school where I'd caught him eyeing Mandy's delicate
features and delicious curves.  It was clear in those moments that Jamie
thought she was hot, though I thought she wore a little too much make-up
and wondered if she had implants.  Jamie had continued while my mind
wandered, ". . . and long story short, I'm taking her to the prom."

My heart broke in that second, and I don't know why.  It wasn't because I
expected Jamie to take me to the prom, or decide to stay home, or even take
someone he didn't find attractive, or something.  I honestly don't know
what I had expected.  I'd been avoiding even thinking about it, because
thinking of Jamie wanting to fuck anyone else hurt me.  Even as much as I
didn't want to admit it, I had fallen hardcore in love with him.  I wanted
to be enough for him; I wanted to be wanted by him.  And maybe my heart
broke in that instant because I knew neither of those things was ever going
to be a possibility.

Jamie wasn't done yet, however.  "But there's a catch, and it's a good
one."  Jamie beamed.  "Mandy's dad won't let her go solo, so we need to
double, and she wants to double with Adriana, her best friend."  Adriana
was like Mandy's shadow, as I recalled.  Also cute, but Adriana was autumn
to Mandy's spring.  "And Adriana's got a little crush on someone who's in
this truck.  So I told Mandy you'd go with Adriana."  Jamie punched me in
the shoulder, laughing, his bright smile overwhelming his features.  I was
trying to process what he had just told me.  "Dude," he said excitedly,
"we're going to the prom together.  Isn't that awesome!"

I turned to face him, still not quite fully comprehending.  "Adriana has a
crush on me?  Are you fucking serious?  No way."

Jamie chuckled.  "She seriously does, dude.  Mandy says she's got it bad."

I laughed, then, too, though nervously.  "So, you and me and Mandy and
Adriana are going to the prom."  Jamie nodded.  "That IS awesome, Jamie."
I paused, dropping the smile.  "Wait.  But do you think I'll have to?  I
mean . . . will Adriana expect me to, you know"

Jamie punched me lightly in the pec.  "Nah," he said laughing, "not unless
you want to.  I mean, she might expect a kiss, and she'll want to dance and
stuff.  But you don't have to fuck her or anything."  He thought for a
minute.  "Honestly, Lake, I think she's a virgin.  And so is Mandy."

"No fucking way," I spat.  "Mandy's a virgin?  I don't believe it."

"Seriously, dude.  I mean, she gives hand and head, but I don't think she's
ever been really boned."

I paused then.  My eyes wandered over Jamie's strong jaw, his thick,
kissable lips, and settled on his warm eyes.  "Are you gonna?"

He smiled at me.  "I wanna.  She's fucking hot."  He waited a second.  "But
she's not the only virgin I want to fuck on prom night."  His eyes traced
my body down to my crotch, and his hand found my thigh under the blanket.
He slowly moved it from my knee towards my balls, and I felt the blood rush
to my cock in response.  "You know what I want, Lake?"

My heart was pounding, and I felt each throb of my pulse in my crotch as my
pole got harder and harder.  Jamie's hand brushed my nuts through the
denim.  Terror again flooded through my veins right along with lust.  Jamie
had never tried to seduce me before.  He had just told me what he had
wanted, and I had given it to him gladly.  This new method was eerily
similar, for me at this moment, to Anthony's sweet words and charm of last
night.  I closed my eyes for a moment and counted to ten again.  Jamie's
hand continued to manipulate me through my jeans.  My breath was shallow as
I responded, "Yes."

More than anything, I wanted to wash away my experience from last night.  I
wished for the ten thousandth time that Anthony had never answered the
door.  But my body was once again building to climax, and the present
fogged the past.  I was glad to let the vividness go, in favor of the
caring hands and fingers fluttering, teasing my nuts.  "Do you want it,
too?  You want me in you in that way?"  He was rubbing my bulge now, his
fingers hitting my shaft and moving it vigorously against the rough
material of my pants and underwear.  "You want to feel my weight on top of
you as I take you and make you mine?  As we become one?"  I almost came
when he said that.

"Oh god yes, Jamie."  I pushed up against his hand.  "I want you so much."
Even as I said it, I could still feel the pain from my first fuck, the dull
ache most strongly in my ass, but present in most of my muscles, and at
this moment, my heart ached the most because I knew that Jamie wouldn't
actually be my first, because his step-brother had beat him to it.  I had
given my cherry to someone undeserving, someone I didn't love, and it was
killing me, even as Jamie continued to rub my shaft through my pants.
Jamie leaned in close to me, his thumb working on the head of my dick.

"You're going to love having me inside you; gonna love taking my cock and
my load."  I was on the edge now.  "If you really want me," he paused and
stroked me even faster, if that was possible, "show me. . ."  My breath was
ragged and I was moaning a little as I humped up into his palm.  ". . . cum
right now."  I felt my load race from my nuts through my cock and begin to
unload in my pants.  "Cum for me right now," he repeated as he began to
slow his stroking.  He pulled his hand from under the blanket, as my body
slowly stopped heaving from an amazing orgasm.

"Dude, your jizz is all over my hand," he laughed as he held up his
fingers.  He put them to my lips, and pushed into my mouth as I began
licking traces of my own salty cum from his digits.  He pulled them out as
my breathing had returned to normal, and I could once again speak.

"God that felt so good," I said quietly.  "Thanks, dude."

He smiled over at me.  "No problem.  That's what friends are for, right?"
He rubbed my shoulder.  Pulling a twenty from his pocket, he said.  Now why
don't you do me a favor and go get us a tub of popcorn.  The second
feature's about to start."

I took the twenty and pulled the blanket aside, only to reveal just how
much I had cum.  A huge wet spot covered the crotch of my jeans.  Jamie
looked at it and smiled.  "And maybe get some extra napkins."

"I can't go like this.  Everyone will know I creamed in my pants, Jamie."

"They will not," he replied.  "And if they do, who cares.  Tonight you're
mine and I made you cum.  I marked you with your own seed."  He paused.  "I
don't care if everyone sees it.  And besides," he played coy, "you know how
much I love popcorn.  Won't you do this one thing for me?"

His eyes were so beautiful.  I couldn't look into them and say no after he
called me his.  I owed him so much, was in debt to him for things he didn't
even know about yet; things I couldn't tell him.  It pained me to keep
those secrets when he had been so open with me.  I stood up and hopped out
of the truck.  Walking away, I turned to look back at him, as he cracked
open another beer.  "Thanks, Lake," he said, raising the can to his lips.

* * * * *

I got to the counter and had to wait in line for way too long.  I saw a few
other kids laughing in groups of two or three, and wondered if they were
laughing at me.  I untucked my shirt and wished I had thought to put on my
sweatshirt.  I could have pulled it down over the wet spot.  My shirt
wasn't long enough to completely cover the spot, and I felt incredibly
self-conscious.  Everyone I saw talk quietly to a friend, every glance in
my direction, I read as someone who noticed and commented on the stain from
my nut, even as the rational part of my mind told me it couldn't be that
apparent.  I made it back to the truck as the second movie began, feeling a
little humiliated, but that dissipated quickly as I handed over the popcorn
and snuggled back up against Jamie's strong arm.

He turned his head towards me.  "You cheated."  His tone was a combination
of admonishing and amused.  "That means you still owe me.  And I'm going to
collect before this movie's over."

I knew he meant I had cheated by untucking my shirt and trying to cover the
shameful wet spot.  But I wasn't at all sure how he was going to make me
pay in the next two hours.  At the same time, I knew whatever the price, I
would pay it, and probably enjoy myself in the process.

* * * * *

The second movie in our double feature was a cheesy action flick with
mostly second rate actors.  But the special effects were awesome.  I had
purchased the big tub of popcorn, the kind you never really finish, and it
sat on Jamie's lap.  Popcorn is not my favorite, really, so I would only
occasionally reach over to grab a handful.

About a half hour into the movie, when I reached for popcorn, our hands met
in the bucket, and Jamie sort of took ahold of my hand.  For a moment, I
though he wanted to hold my hand, but it quickly became apparent that he
wanted a return hand job, as he moved my hand beneath the blanket.  My hand
traveled over his abs and down to his crotch.

I felt his half-hard shaft and the mound of his nuts through the material
of his shorts, as he unbuttoned and then unzipped the cargos.  I found the
waistband of his boxers as he scooted his shorts down a couple of inches.
My hand worked under the elastic, my fingers combing through his bush as I
pulled the cotton over his cock and hooked it under his heavy nuts.  I
couldn't help but make a mental comparison that Jamie's bush was softer
than Anthony's, though both were about equally thick.

"Jack me slow," I heard him whisper to me.  "Make it last, dude."

I slowly started to give him hand.  I squeezed the hard rod of flesh in my
fist a few times, pumping it, and feeling the blood rush through my grip.
I could feel the stalk getting firmer, as I ran my thumb over the head,
flicking the underside, pulling slowly away from Jamie's body and then
bottoming out in his bush.  I repeated the cycle as he got harder, my
fingers manipulating his cockflesh as I began to pump him faster.  Feeling
the hardening shaft of Jamie's cock in my hand, I made more unconscious
comparisons, judging the length of him, the thickness, the slackness of the
skin on his shaft, the amount of his pre.  Each measure was made in
comparison to Anthony, and each was made more to differentiate the
experience from my last than as a judgment. Jamie began to ooze more pre,
which I collected on my thumb and used to moisten his head and more slowly
the shaft beneath my hand.  I had never realized just how much pre Jamie
made, but it was substantial, and functioned perfectly as the natural lube
that it was.

"Feels good, dude," Jamie moaned.  "Keep it just like that."

It felt so good to have my hand on this hot cock as I worked him ever
closer to climax.  I had jacked Jamie before as I sucked on his head or
worked on his bush or nuts.  But I had never sat beside him and given him
hand in this way, and the uniqueness of the situation made me grow hard
again in my jeans.  Hearing Jamie moan occasionally, or thrust up into my
fist was more than enough motivation to continue jacking him through the
better part of the first half of the movie, even when my arm started to get
tired.

And then I heard a voice coming closer from behind us.  Zac's voice.
"Jamie.  Dude.  Is that your truck?"

"Get over here, Zac," Jamie called out and leaned towards me, quietly
saying, "Keep stroking me dude.  With the blanket and the popcorn, he'll
never notice."  He looked directly into my eyes as he queried me, "okay?"
I nodded as a thousand butterflies took off in my stomach.  I continued to
jack his cock, though, as Zac drew closer.  To minimize movement beneath
the blanket, I started to give Jamie's dick a corkscrew motion, just up and
down the shaft and head.  Enough to keep him aroused, but not enough to
arouse Zac's attention in the dark park.

"Hey man, what's up?"  Jamie caught Zac's hand in a jocular handshake.  Zac
backed away a little, and leaned against the truck near the gate, the
popcorn and cooler providing some additional coverage for the undercover
work I was performing.  Jamie's cock, if anything, got harder as he began
to converse with Zac about the upcoming baseball season.  Jamie remained
rock hard, his cock pulsing even though the pace of my jacking was slower
than it had been.  Although my attention was divided, I was able to voice
agreement that it sucked that school went so far into the summer in our
area of the state.  Part of some compromise with farmers and labor unions
and god only knows who else, but our school year went almost a month longer
than anyone else's we knew.

They continued talking, and I found myself once again providing sexual
pleasure to a man during his conversation with someone else.  Last night I
had sucked Anthony during his phone call with Lisa.  Tonight I jacked Jamie
while he shot the shit with Zac.  A shiver ran through my body that nearly
jerked my hand clean off Jamie's cock before I regained control and
continued my slow strokes.

At some point, Zac noticed the empty beer cans in the bed of the truck and
shook his head.  "You shouldn't be drinking pre-season, dude.  It's bad for
your game."  He flexed his arms and shoulders then, consciously or not, I
couldn't tell, though the veins stood out prominently on his biceps.  "But
it will make it easier for me to secure the spot as team captain, and maybe
get some scouts down here."  Zac laughed, and I could feel Jamie's abs
tighten as his annoyance built.

"Whatever, dude," his voice didn't betray what I could feel going on in his
body.  It was clear he didn't want to argue with Zac, and he refused to
take the bait.  Zac didn't push it, and I felt Jamie relax, his cock still
throbbing in the tight grip of my almost motionless fist.  I started slowly
jacking him again, and after about 5 minutes of chit chat, the people in
the car next to us yelled to keep it down, and Zac scowled in their general
direction before bidding us farewell and heading off.  As Zac disappeared
into the darkness, Jamie put his arm around me.  Pulling the blanket away
from his chest, he slowly pushed my head towards his lap.

"Suck me, dude.  Finish me off, I'm really close."  I was hesitant to
comply, given the very public nature of our present position.  Jamie sensed
my resistance.  "Dude, no one will see.  We're up high, and you've got the
blanket, too.  Please, Lake?  I need to cum really bad."

I slowly leaned down under the pressure of his hand, my tongue extended to
guide the shaft of his cock into my waiting mouth.  I began to vigorously
piston up and down, not quite taking half of his cock into my mouth.
Jamie's hand never left my head as he began to thrust his hips up on each
down stroke.  I felt his balls draw up fast.  I had only been sucking for a
few minutes when he began to unload.  I didn't feel him shoot so much as
tasted the creamy load as it filled my mouth.  His orgasm was more apparent
in a series of quiet grunts that he made to accompany each shot of cum.

And then he was pulling me back up by my forehead.  Handing me the popcorn,
he situated his cock back into his boxers and pulled the cargos up before
securing them in place.  He looked at me and smiled.  "Thanks dude.  Great
cum, man.  I really get off on doing it in kinda public places, you know?"
He leaned over and gave me a peck on my upper cheek next to my ear.  "You
rocked me dude.  Seriously."  I literally glowed after that, the feel of
his lips, one tiny kiss, seared into my tender flesh.

I had never made the connection about Jamie's exhibitionism before, but it
wasn't a stretch.  The first time I had sucked Jamie had been in a parking
lot, just moments after he let me feel him up in the equipment cage of the
lockerroom.  I had never really connected the dots, but there was a small
pattern of such events, including the blow job I had given him in his own
kitchen.  As I settled back, the remnants of his load on my lips and
tongue, I was happy to feel that he kept his arm across my shoulders for
the rest of the movie.

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