Date: Sat, 26 Feb 2000 02:25:02 -0800
From: Cal Speed <calspeed@mailcity.com>
Subject: A Teen Jock's Humiliation Chapter 8

A TEEN JOCK'S HUMILIATION

Copyright 2000 by Calspeed

Chapter 8


Cal pulled his jet black Mustang Cobra up to where the curb should be, in
front of Steve and Scotty's house.  This part of town had no real curbs or
sidewalks.  The pavement just kind of stopped, and people didn't really
park on the street, they more parked in the yard by the street.  Somehow
Cal couldn't bring himself to do that.  His dad would pass a brick if
anyone parked on their lawn.

Things started to fall into place for Cal as he looked at Steve and
Scotty's house.  An old two- story wood frame house, probably built in the
20's or maybe 30's.  Big front porch, but that was about all you could say
for it.  It needed paint, and a roof.  Surely the inside couldn't be as run
down as the outside.  An old Chevy Impala from the early 70's sat on blocks
under a tree on one side of the lawn, and a couple other rusted out hulks
sat in the back of the gravel driveway.  Steve's faded, well worn black `79
Camaro was half in the driveway, half under a shade tree.  "Well, they're
here at least.  Here goes nothing," Cal muttered to himself.  Cal walked
past the dead cars and through a picket fence, minus a gate, back past what
appeared to be the kitchen door.  The paint was even worse back here than
out front.  Across the backyard, up next to the alley, was an old barn type
shed.  One time, obviously years ago, it had been white with a green roof.
It was the type of structure they'd built back in the 20's to pull their
Model As into.

Cal followed the path past a couple of old reject car motors sitting on the
ground, a transmission housing or two, and several wheels and tires sitting
around the back yard.  A door from some ancient Pontiac was leaning against
the far fence.  The weed lined path led up to a side door in the
shed/garage just like Steve had described.  Cal started to knock on the
door, but then remembered the original instructions.  Four p.m. exactly,
remove all your clothes, and put on a blindfold, then knock three times,
Cal thought.  That's what Steve had commanded.  Sure enough, on a nail
beside the door was a clean shiny black piece of cloth, the blindfold.
Next to the nail there was a note with a small pill taped to it. "Take the
pill and put on the blindfold" the note read.  Okay, here goes nothing, Cal
decided, as he began to unbutton his shirt and kick off his shoes.  As Cal
stripped off his clothes, he felt the cool crisp air of early autumn nip at
his skin.  He folded his clothes and laid them in an orderly pile on a
small wooden bench beside the shed's door.  Cal turned and looked around as
he got ready to drop his boxers.  He noticed a flash of light, like a
reflection from a 35mm zoom lens coming from the corner of an upstairs
bedroom window at the back of the house.  "So Rick's gonna record this
little party on film too, huh?" Cal wondered.

Off with the boxers, the cold air making his balls pull up tight and his
dick shrink up some.  Cal popped the pill in his mouth, swallowed it, then
took the black cloth and folded it into a blindfold.  He fastened it over
his eyes and tied it securely in the back.  Cal knocked three sharp times
on the shed door.  He heard the wooden door creak as it opened.  Someone
took both his hands and pulled them out in front of him.  Cold metal
clamped around both wrists. When he heard the sharp `click,' Cal suddenly
knew what they were: handcuffs.  Cal was pulled inside the shed and heard
the door firmly shut, and what sounded like a slide bolt being secured.  At
least it's to be private, Cal thought, then realized he had no idea who or
what was in this shed. Was this to be filmed too?

Ryan came around the corner of Steve and Scotty's house just as the door of
the shed closed behind Cal.  Ryan was a little out of breath; he had run
all the way.  Ryan had gone home to wait out Cal's ordeal in the shed.  But
he started thinking about how nervous and apprehensive Cal had seemed at
school.  Ryan realized that he really wanted to give Cal a kiss and a hug
before it began.  But he was too late.

With a sigh Ryan sat down on the bench outside the shed.  Nothing to do but
wait for it to be over.  He could have been inside but he didn't want to
see Cal abused any more.  Ryan knew that Steve wouldn't allow anything that
would permanently mark or injure Cal but Ryan also knew that whatever was
happening to Cal was pretty rough.

Ryan was passionately in love with Cal.  He had fallen in love at first
sight.  It happened on Cal's first day at high school after moving to town
six months ago.  Ryan had been in the cafeteria line reaching for the last
chocolate pudding when it was grabbed by the guy immediately behind him.
Ryan had turned angrily and then found himself looking into the clear blue
eyes of a guy he had never seen before.  Ryan felt like he was falling into
those eyes.  The guy had apologized, introduced himself, and tried to hand
the pudding to Ryan.  Ryan, in a daze, had refused it.

Scotty had been with Ryan and taken in the whole scene.  He hadn't said
anything but gave Ryan a knowing grin.  Scotty had long ago figured out
that Ryan was gay.  Ryan didn't think Steve knew how smart Scotty was.
Scotty generally lay low around Steve; not a bad policy when Steve could
unpredictably turn from loving protector to tormenting older brother from
hell without notice.

As he sat there, Ryan could hear loud moans, clearly Cal's, coming from
inside the shed.  Ryan was still wearing Cal's shirt and khaki pants which
he had traded for up the mountain.  He hadn't washed them and the lingering
smell of Cal was in a way comforting.

Ryan looked down at Cal's clothes neatly piled next to him on the bench.
Designer shirt, pants, even underwear.  Top quality shoes.  Leave it to Cal
to dress nicely to his own rape!

Ryan couldn't figure out Steve's attitude towards Cal.  At school, he knew
Steve had disliked Cal.  After the cafeteria line incident, Ryan had tried
to talk to Cal a couple of times and been rebuffed, politely but firmly.
Ryan had correctly interpreted this as Cal learning from his baseball
teammates that Ryan and his friends were socially undesirable.  Ryan had
then resigned himself to simply watching Cal whenever he could: in the
hallways, at school baseball games, whenever.  Steve had witnessed a couple
of these rebuffs and this, combined with Steve's general distaste for all
rich kid jocks, had developed in Steve a strong dislike for Cal.  Ryan
assumed this accounted for Steve's treatment of Cal on the mountain.

But Ryan could tell that Steve had warmed up considerably to Cal over the
last couple of days.  Steve had been impressed with how Cal had lived up to
his agreements, even when being taken advantage of.  And Steve and Cal had
actually seemed to be hitting it off with each other on Sunday and at lunch
today.  Ryan couldn't understand why Steve was carrying on with this
punishment in the shed.  Steve was tough but he wasn't sadistic.  Beating
up on a guy just because he could was out of character.

Not that Ryan would ever go against Steve.  Ryan and Steve had known each
other since kindergarten.  They had always been close.  Because Steve's
father was long gone and Steve often got in trouble with the "stepfathers"
trooping through his house, Steve had spent a lot of time with Ryan.
Ryan's parents understood and allowed their home to be a haven for Steve.
But all that had changed four years ago when Ryan's mother had dropped dead
of a cerebral hemorrhage while getting ready for work.

The loss of his mother was pretty rough; Ryan had loved her a lot.  But
even worse was the change in his father.  He had always been a fairly heavy
drinker; but after his wife's death, he became an all out alcoholic.  He
was a mean drunk too, taking a swipe at Ryan if he was near.  Ryan learned
to stay out of his dad's way as much as possible.

On top of all this Ryan had been trying to come to terms with being gay;
not the most popular thing in small town Maine.  Ryan, always a quiet kid,
had become depressed and withdrawn.  His unlikely savior had been Steve.

One day after school when Ryan was fifteen, it had all become too much for
him.  He had gotten his dad's revolver out and sat at the kitchen table
looking at it.  He knew it was loaded.  Ryan was seriously considering
whether to continue in the pain his life had become when Steve had walked
in, unannounced as always.

Steve didn't say a word.  He walked up to Ryan and gently took the revolver
out of his hand and laid it on the table.  He then punched Ryan hard in the
nose.  The chair went over backwards and Ryan's head hit the floor.
Restraint had never been part of Steve's repertoire.

After a moment Ryan had stood up, blood pouring from his nose and a bump
rising on the back of his head.  Steve had looked at him without sympathy.
"Wanted to hurt yourself, didn't you?  Well, how was it?  Didn't help
matters, I bet.  I doubt killing yourself will help either.  You know,
you've got bad problems.  So do a lot of other people.  Get over it."  Then
Steve walked over to Ryan and hugged him.  Steve had whispered in his ear,
"if you need help, ask me.  I will always be there for you."

And Steve had been.  He became Ryan's rock.  He was always around, giving
support as best he could.  With Steve's encouragement, Ryan had started
working out and quickly put on enough muscle to discourage his dad from
taking any more shots at him.  Ryan now lived an uneasy truce with his dad.
And Steve had Ryan's undying loyalty.  But Ryan had never felt he could
tell Steve that he was gay.

Ryan could hear more muffled sounds from inside, including a periodic yelp.
Was that the sound of a whip striking flesh?  Who was whipping Cal?  Steve,
Scotty, or maybe one of Scotty's hot skateboarding friends?  Ryan figured
it was probably Scotty.  Scotty had shown a taste for whipping Cal's butt
up on the mountain.  But that had been with a belt, not a whip.  Ryan
pictured a whip hitting Cal's strong back.  Ryan was surprised to feel his
dick start to rise in his pants.  Was he getting turned on?

Ryan was very familiar with the inside of the shed.  It had been tricked
out a few years ago by an uncle of Steve's and Scotty's who had moved in
there for a while.  He had installed red shag carpeting, mirrors, the whole
bit.  There were also plenty of hooks still left on the walls from its days
as a garage.  Ryan pictured Cal standing in the middle of the garage, naked
and blindfolded, his body in the form of an X with his arms roped off to
ceiling posts and legs tied to the floor.  Scotty would be whipping the
shit out of Cal while the others watched.

There was now a noticeable bulge in Ryan's khakis.  A little shocked at
himself for getting aroused, Ryan started to rub it with his right hand.
He could hear more yelps.  Ryan pictured Cal flinching as each blow landed,
twisting his nude body to get away but being restrained by the taut ropes.
Scotty's hot teenage body naked and sweating as he lifted the whip again
and again.  Red welts now rising on Cal's back and hot ass.

Ryan looked around.  It was dark now and the yard was pretty private.  Ryan
unzipped his pants and slipped them to the ground.  His seven incher
struggled to get out of his green plaid boxers.  Ryan raised his hips and
pushed them down as well.  His uncut dick pointed toward the sky.  Ryan
began to gently stroke it.  Yeah, he thought, Cal is moaning right now.
They've probably got him all warmed up with the whipping and are going to
fuck his beautiful ass.  Scotty is probably loosening up Cal's butt right
now.  Ryan could almost see Scotty scooping some vaseline into his hand and
then spitting into it.  Ryan knew that was Scotty's favorite lube.  Scotty
was probably inserting a finger through Cal's tight hole right now.
Pushing just the tip in at first, then up to the first knuckle.  Ryan
closed his eyes as he visualized the scene.  Yeah, now Scotty has his
finger plunged all the way up Cal's ass.  Ryan moaned a little himself as
he stroked his cock with long, slow movements.

Scotty probably had a second finger up Cal's butt by now.  Two fingers were
stretching that tight asshole that Ryan was getting to know so well.  Two
fingers were being pushed in, past the first knuckle, past the second,
yeah, as far as they could go.

Oh, man, this was hot!  Ryan loved Cal but picturing his beautiful body
being used like this was a huge turn-on.  While his right hand continued
its smooth, firm strokes, Ryan's left hand picked Cal's boxers up off the
pile of his clothes.  Ryan held the crotch up to his nose and inhaled the
sweet smell of Cal's sweat.

By now, Scotty would have removed his fingers and, without warning, rammed
his hard prick up Cal's hot ass.  Ryan had seen Scotty fucking Cal back in
the clearing.  Scotty had used quick, hard, jackrabbit thrusts.  Ryan
speeded up his own strokes.  He wrapped his dick with Cal's underpants,
fisting his meat through the cloth.  Ryan groaned as he pictured Scotty
hammering Cal's butt, making Cal's insides scream with pleasure and pain at
the same time.  Scotty's own bubble butt would be tensing and flexing as he
pumped Cal's ass.

Oh, god!  The thought of his hunky senior boyfriend, still bound and
blindfolded, squirming as his ass was being pounded by sophomore cock, was
sending Ryan over the edge.  Ryan's fist became a blur as he stroked his
dick faster and harder.

"Fuck me, man!  Fuck me hard!  Harder!"  Ryan's eyes shot open.  THAT WAS
CAL'S VOICE!  From inside the shed!  Ryan lost it.  His balls raised and he
started to shoot.  Stream after stream of thick, hot jizz shot from his
dick into Cal's boxers.  Ryan kept milking it until he ran dry.  Oh, what
an orgasm!  Ryan felt spent.

The sound of talking came from inside the barn.  Ryan pulled himself
together with a start.  He quickly cleaned himself off with Cal's underwear
and then shoved them back into the pile of clothes.  Ryan pulled up his own
boxers and pants and just barely got them zipped and buckled when the door
to the barn swung open.  Cal stumbled out, supported by Scotty on one side
and Scotty's friend Harley, a cute Hispanic kid, on the other.  Cal was
naked, with bruises all over his body.  There was a little dried blood
around his nipples.  Ryan realized with surprise that all of Cal's body
hair from the neck down was gone.

Ryan immediately felt guilty that he had gotten off on fantasizing about
what was happening to Cal inside the barn.  It was one thing to fantasize
and another to see the actual results.  While no one would know about his
fantasy, he decided that he would make it up to Cal one way or another.

Cal looked up and saw Ryan.  He shook off Scotty and Harley and walked
unsteadily towards Ryan.  Ryan quickly stepped forward and embraced him.
Cal rested his tired body against Ryan.  Steve came out of the barn with a
big gray blanket which he wrapped around Cal.

"You did good, man.  Real good," said Steve.  He hesitated and looked at
Scotty and Harley.  Then he noticed Ryan's presence.  "Uh, Ryan, can you
take Cal home?  He probably shouldn't drive right now."

"He looks like he's been through hell!" said Ryan, a little more loudly
than he had intended.  Steve looked surprised and Scotty looked a little
embarrassed.  Ryan picked up Cal's keys from where they were laying on top
of Cal's clothes.  "We'll go by my place to clean up a little before I take
him home," said Ryan, in a calmer voice.

Ryan pulled the blanket around Cal a little more firmly, then swept Cal up
into his arms.  He carried Cal around to the front of the house and gently
lay him into the passenger seat of Cal's Cobra convertible.  Ryan hopped
into the driver's seat, started up the car and took off.

"Hey macho man, I could have walked.  You didn't have to carry me," said
Cal.  Ryan looked over to see Cal smiling at him.

"Well, you look so beat up.  How are you, bud?" said Ryan, the concern
clear in his voice.

"Not as bad as I probably look.  Don't get me wrong - they roughed me up
pretty good.  And I'm worn out.  But they didn't do anything they didn't
think I could take.  I'll be okay with some rest.  Hell, I got off on most
of it!"

"So I should let Steve know you're up for a repeat?"

"God, no!"  Then, realizing Ryan was kidding, Cal laughed.

A couple of minutes later, Ryan pulled into the parking area in front of
the trailer where he lived with his father.  He looked over at Cal and saw
his eyes were closed.  Ryan got out of the car and walked around to the
passenger side.  He opened the door and gently picked up Cal.  As he
carried Cal into the trailer, a sleepy Cal murmured "Hey, I could get used
to this."

Ryan grinned.  "Don't bother.  You're not exactly a lightweight, buddy!"

Ryan knew he would have the trailer to himself since his dad was on the
swing shift and would be at work for hours.  Ryan took Cal into his bedroom
and lay him gently on the narrow bed.  Cal's eyes shut again as he drifted
off to sleep.  Ryan stood there a moment and then realized he was thirsty.
He walked into the kitchen and got a couple of beers out of the
refrigerator.  He opened one, took a gulp and then walked back into his
bedroom.  He put one beer down for Cal when he woke up.  Ryan gazed down at
Cal as he sipped the other.

Cal looked damn cute while he slept.  His face wasn't what you would call
classically handsome.  Cal's nose was maybe a touch too big, his mouth just
a little crooked.  Ryan, with his chiseled features, was probably better
looking.  But Cal was appealing.  He looked fresh and clean and healthy.
His face had character and intelligence.  When open, his blue eyes had a
wistful, soulful look that always made Ryan feel like hugging him.  And
when Cal smiled, he displayed an unexpected goofy grin that melted Ryan's
heart.  Right now, a stray lock of Cal's thick, shiny hair had fallen
across his forehead.  Ryan yearned to brush it back but was afraid he would
awaken Cal.

Cal moved slightly and the blanket fell open around him.  Ryan took the
opportunity to once again observe Cal's naked body.  Ryan liked virtually
everything about Cal's body.  He liked the muscular pecs and the strong
biceps and triceps.  He liked the six-pack abs.  He liked the long,
powerful legs.  Ryan was interested to see the effect of the shaving.  Cal
had not had all that much hair above the waist.  His pits were shaved now
and the treasure trail was gone.  But Cal used to have a fair amount of
hair lower down, in his crotch and on his legs.  These were now completely
bare.  Ryan decided he rather liked it smooth and hairless.  Cal's
beautiful, well proportioned dick looked even bigger without any pubic
hair.  Ryan was wondering how Cal's ass looked with the crack shaven when
he realized that Cal had opened his eyes and was quizzically watching Ryan
inspect his body.

"Like what you see?" asked Cal.

Ryan blushed.  "Uh, I was just looking to make sure you weren't hurt."

"Right!" laughed Cal.  "I guess I'd be disappointed if you didn't want to
look at my body.  You want to view the other side?"  With that, Cal rolled
over on his stomach.

Ryan took a good look at Cal's muscular back.  It was crisscrossed with the
marks from earlier.  Then he moved his eyes down to Cal's ass.

While Ryan loved pretty much everything about Cal's body, he knew he was
obsessed with Cal's ass.  It was the best one he'd ever seen.  A strong,
firm bubble butt.  It was still quite red and bruised from the barn.  Ryan
found it even more inviting now that the crack was clean-shaven.  He
wondered if Cal would allow him to shave it again after the hair grew back.

Cal rolled over again and slid to the other side of the bed.  "Lie down and
hold me, please?"  asked Cal.  Ryan nodded, put down the beer bottle and
lay alongside Cal.  He reached his arms around Cal's shoulders.  Cal laid
his head on Ryan's chest.  They lay together in a comfortable silence for a
few minutes.  Ryan picked up Cal's right hand and started to play with it;
turning it and gently stroking it.

"Cal, do you think you're gay?" asked Ryan bluntly.

"Uh, I guess I probably am.  Probably more bi.  Oh, I don't know really.
How about you?"

"Oh, I'm gay all right.  I've known it forever."

"No interest in girls at all?"

"None," said Ryan firmly.

"Oh," said Cal.  There was a moment's silence.  "What about Steve?" asked
Cal.

"I suppose he's basically straight," said Ryan.  "He sure likes girls.  But
when his dick is hard, any warm hole will do, guy or girl.  And his dick is
hard pretty much all the time."

"Have you and he ever . . .?"

"We've jerked each other off lots of times.  And there was this camping
trip once when Steve was drunk and horny and wanted to fuck me.  I told him
no but he talked me into giving him a blow job instead."

"Who else have you had sex with?"

"Oh, you want the whole sexual history, huh?" said Ryan with a smile.
"You'll be disappointed; there isn't much more.  Steve has had Scotty
giving us blow jobs for years; Scotty doesn't seem to mind.  And a girl
gave me a hand job in a closet at school once when she lost a bet.  That's
about it."

"And me, of course," said Cal.

Ryan turned his head and looked squarely in Cal's blue eyes.  "No.  I had
sex with them.  You're the only person I have made love to."

Cal leaned over and kissed Ryan gently on the lips.  "Yeah, so you call
fingerfucking me in the back seat of Steve's car while I had my hands tied
behind me `making love'?"  Cal grinned.

Ryan blushed again.  "You know, I didn't know what to do on that car ride.
I was blown away when you just showed up out of nowhere.  I didn't know
what Steve had in mind.  I must say it was great watching you forced to
strip, particularly after you had been ignoring me at school."

It was Cal's turn to blush.  "Please don't remind me.  I was such a jerk.
I'm sorry."

"Well, you were a jerk.  So it was kind of fun watching you fall into
Steve's trap.  And I sure enjoyed seeing you naked!"

"Let me try to make up for being so stupid so long," said Cal as he rolled
on his side and started to unbutton Ryan's shirt.

"After all that earlier, you're still horny!" said Ryan.

"If it's the right guy, I am," said Cal.  He leaned forward so he could
whisper in Ryan's ear, "and you're the right guy."

While unbuttoning Ryan's shirt, Cal nuzzled Ryan's neck.  He mouthed Ryan's
left ear lobe and sucked on it gently.  Then, releasing the ear, Cal used
his teeth to give Ryan a major hickey on his neck.  "There," Cal said with
some satisfaction, "that marks you as mine."  Cal and Ryan smiled into each
other's eyes for a moment.  Then Cal reached over and picked up Ryan's half
empty beer bottle.  Cal straddled Ryan's body and then gently poured a
little beer into the valley between Ryan's squarish, well-built pecs.  Cal
quickly lapped up the beer off Ryan's chest.  Ryan enjoyed the contrast
between the cool carbonation of the beer and the warm wet touch of Cal's
tongue.  Putting the bottle back down, Cal moved his mouth to Ryan's right
tit.  Ryan had large brown nipples which were now standing straight up.
Cal flicked the nipple with his tongue a couple of times quickly.  Then his
tongue gently circled it.  Cal started to suck Ryan's tit.  Then he pulled
at the tip with his teeth.  Ryan sucked in his breath as he felt the quick
pain.  Cal let go of the nipple, allowing it to snap back.  Cal then gave
Ryan's left tit the same treatment.

This was a new experience for Ryan.  Previously, he had taken the lead in
sex with Cal.  He had been in such lust and so anxious to experience every
part of Cal's body that it had not really occurred to him not to.  While he
had made sure that Cal had thoroughly enjoyed the sex and been fully
satisfied, Ryan had definitely been in control.  He now found it oddly
enjoyable to lie back and let Cal do with him as he pleased.

Cal had started to move his mouth down the center of Ryan's chest.  His
tongue followed the line of fine hairs which led through Ryan's ripped abs.
Every so often, Cal would pull out a hair with his teeth.

When he reached Ryan's waist, Cal stopped to rub Ryan's rapidly growing
bulge through the khaki pants.

"I think something big wants out," said Cal.  Ryan started to sit up.
"No," said Cal.  "Allow me."

Cal swung his legs over Ryan onto the floor and stood up.  He looked down
at Ryan's face with a smile and then turned to walk to the foot of the bed.
Ryan took another look at Cal's battered butt before Cal knelt at the foot
of the bed and slipped off Ryan's shoes.  Then he pulled off Ryan's socks
and tossed them aside.  Ryan watched them as they fell to the floor.

"So you are a neat freak!  I was pretty sure of it," said Cal.  "You've got
a nude guy about to pleasure you and you're concerned where he threw your
socks!"

Ryan blushed.  "Um, guilty as charged, sir," he said.

Cal grinned again.  He reached up and unbuckled and unzipped Ryan's pants.
Ryan raised his hips and Cal pulled them off.  Cal folded them carefully,
then flung them across the room.  "You can hang them up later bud, assuming
you can still stand after I'm through with you!"

Ryan was now only wearing his open, unbuttoned shirt and green plaid
boxers.  Cal got up on all fours on the bed, straddling Ryan.  He crawled
back up to Ryan's crotch where Ryan's dick was making an appearance through
the slit of his boxers.  Ryan's seven inches were vertical, pointing
straight at the ceiling.  A drop of precum was oozing from the slit.  Cal
leaned down and inhaled the slightly musky smell.  He ran his fingernail
down the underside of Ryan's cock.  Cal then flicked the tip with his
tongue, licking up the precum.  He used his tongue to circle around the
head and under the foreskin for a while, then licked again at the slit.
Ryan moaned.

While licking at the slit, Cal grabbed Ryan's foreskin and slid it up and
down Ryan's dick.  Then Cal took the head into his mouth, sucking gently at
first and then harder.  Not wanting Ryan to come too quickly, Cal then
released Ryan's prick.  Cal carefully pulled down Ryan's boxers over the
red, throbbing cock and tossed them on the floor.

Cal turned his attention to Ryan's large balls.  He took one and then the
other gently into his mouth and sucked lightly.  Cal looked up and saw Ryan
had closed his eyes, an expression of intense pleasure on his face.  As Cal
continued to suck on Ryan's balls, he ran the fingernail of his right index
finger down the ridge leading from Ryan's balls to his ass.  Cal slid his
hand under Ryan's butt and searched out the puckered hole.  As his finger
touched it, Ryan's eyes opened in surprise.

"Relax, you'll enjoy this," mumbled Cal, his mouth full of Ryan's left
ball.

"Other than your rim job Saturday, no one's ever been there before," said
Ryan.  "Um, I'm not sure . . ."

Cal dropped Ryan's ball from his mouth.  "I'm just going to rub it with my
finger.  Not much different from when I rimmed you.  Okay?"

"Okay," said Ryan.  "But be careful."

Cal just grinned and turned his attention back to Ryan's cock.  It was
angry red, pulsating, and slapping against Ryan's belly.  With his right
index finger rubbing Ryan's puckered hole, Cal grabbed the base of Ryan's
dick with his left hand.  He leaned down to swirl his tongue around the
crown and then licked the shaft up and down like it was an ice cream cone.
Cal savored the taste, the smell, the texture of Ryan's cock.  Cal's own
dick was hard and throbbing against the bed he was lying on.

Cal decided to try deep-throating Ryan.  He leaned forward, lengthening his
neck to accommodate Ryan's dick.  He buried his nose in Ryan's scratchy
pubes.  Cal was able to get almost all of the dick into his mouth before he
gagged a little and backed off.  Ryan moaned and moved his hands down to
grab Cal's ears.  Ryan started pushing up his hips to piston his dick into
Cal's mouth.  Ryan's balls were slapping now against Cal's chin.  Cal could
feel them pulling higher and knew Ryan was getting close.  He sucked hard
on Ryan's dick while continuing to swirl his tongue around the head.
Simultaneously he was vigorously rubbing Ryan's asshole, just the tip of
his finger pressing the sphincter for entry.  Then Cal used a hint of his
teeth on Ryan's dickhead.  Ryan groaned, his balls pulled up further and
Cal knew Ryan was about to come.  Cal quickly jammed his finger up Ryan's
tight hole to the first knuckle.  Ryan grunted loudly and his body
stiffened.  Cal dropped Ryan's dick from his mouth but was unable to move
his head because of Ryan's hands holding his ears.  Ryan bucked his hips as
rope after rope of his thick white jism exploded from his cock all over
Cal's face.

When he got control of himself again, Ryan looked down to see Cal's nose,
cheeks and mouth almost covered with hot cum.  A long string of it was
hanging from Cal's chin.  A wry expression was on Cal's face.  Ryan
released Cal's ears and started to laugh.

"Oh, you think that's funny, huh?" said Cal.  Cal gently removed his finger
from Ryan's ass and crawled up the bed.  He positioned his face about an
inch from Ryan's and let some of the cum drip down onto Ryan's nose.  Then
he pressed his lips against Ryan's in a passionate kiss, making sure to
smear the cum from his face onto Ryan's while he was at it.  Cal pressed
his tongue inside Ryan's mouth, searched out Ryan's tongue and wrestled
with it manfully.

Cal released his lip lock on Ryan and smiled down at him.  Ryan smiled
back, his face now covered with jiz.

"I like the taste of my cum, you know," said Ryan.

"Shit, that's right," laughed Cal.  "Well, you know, I admit it ain't half
bad.  It's a weird combo of sweet and salty.  Might make a good soft
drink."

"I think `Cum-Cola' could be a tough sell," said Ryan.

Cal hugged Ryan and rested his body on top of him.

"Seriously, Cal, will you think about something?" asked Ryan, softly.

"What?"

"I'd like you to consider being my boy friend."

"Gee, Ryan, I kinda think we already are boy friends."

"No," said Ryan.  "What I mean is a commitment, an exclusive relationship.
We reserve ourselves for each other only."

"Well, Steve and Rick still have those pictures of me.  I'm going to have
to do whatever they say," said Cal.

"I guess you can't do anything about it if you're forced.  But I mean
voluntary stuff like you did today with Jason and Davy at school."

"Oh, you heard about that," said Cal in a low voice.

"Yeah, Scotty told me.  He thought it was funny.  And it's okay with me.  I
don't own you or anything."

"Look, I don't know if I'm ready . . ." said Cal.

"Look, Cal, you're all I want.  So it's no big deal for me to be exclusive.
I don't want to pressure you though.  Just give it some thought.  If
someday you're ready for it, let me know."

Cal was silent.  He felt that Ryan was pressuring him, even if he didn't
mean to.  Cal was pretty sure he loved Ryan, but he loved sex too.  He had
only started having sex a couple of days ago and now Ryan wanted him to
have a monogamous relationship.  It didn't seem fair.  Cal was really
looking forward to fucking Jason again.  And he definitely wanted to sample
Davy's cute mouth and ass.  Not to mention getting together with Scotty and
his hot friends again.

Cal looked directly into Ryan's calm, clear hazel eyes.  Cal could see the
love shining back at him.  Here was maybe the sweetest, best looking guy at
school wanting nothing more than to be with him.  Cal remembered how Ryan
had showed his care and concern for him in Steve's old Camaro up on the
mountain when doing so meant taking some risk.  Cal sighed and made a
decision.  I guess love involves sacrifice, thought Cal.

"You're wrong, Ryan," said Cal.  "You do own me.  I guess you've owned me
since you put your arm around me when I was crying in Steve's car.  You're
everything to me bud.  So I guess it's exclusive, Mr. Boyfriend.  Do you
want rings, tattoos, matching dog collars, what?"

Ryan's face was glowing as he smiled back.  "Well, I don't suppose any of
those are necessary.  As long as it's in our hearts.  I'm sorry, I sound
like a sap.  But I love you, man."  Ryan stopped short and looked at Cal.
"I didn't mean to say that."

"But did you mean what you said?" questioned Cal.

Ryan was silent.  He didn't want to overwhelm Cal.  He took a deep breath.
"Um, yeah.  I love you, Cal."

"Never be afraid to tell me the truth.  And, by the way, I love you, too."

Ryan just looked at Cal.  He felt like he wanted to cry.  Tears of
happiness.  A couple of days ago, he had been firmly in the closet - afraid
to tell anyone he was gay - and yearning from afar for an unapproachable
guy.  Today, his friends knew he was gay and were okay with it and the
unapproachable guy had just announced that he loved him back.

"Cal, I want you to know that everything I have and everything I am belongs
to you and only to you," announced Ryan.  He pushed Cal off him, then
turned over and got on all fours.  He presented his virgin butt to Cal.
"Including my ass.  Please be my first."

"You really want me to?" asked Cal.

"More than anything," said Ryan.

"Hmmm.  Well, I think maybe I could oblige."


TO BE CONTINUED



Author's Note: For those of you who are interested in what actually went on
inside the shed, Scotty is writing that up since he was in a better
position to see what happened.  I hope you're enjoying the story.  Please
let me know what you think.  Send your thoughts and comments to
calspeed@mailcity.com.

Love, Cal