Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2011 18:22:56 -0600
From: Devon Campbell <peterbilt1228@live.com>
Subject: Knowing I'm Gonna Get Fucked 4

This story is a collaboration by myself and another writer who contributed
greatly his talent and ideas.  If you liked the story---or if you
didn't---we would appreciate hearing from you at Peterbilt1228@live.com and
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		       Knowing I'm Gonna Get Fucked

			       Chapter Four

We awoke once in the dim light that casts over the earth just before the
sun rises. He was tracing the features of my face with his fingertips, his
cock was hard and sticky under my hand. I awoke fully and gripped the
shaft. He huffed out a breath and tilted my face up to his. We met in a
mild kiss that quickly turned heated.

Breaking away he said, "You're beautiful, you know that, Kenny?"  No one
had ever called me beautiful and I never imagined I would hear it from a
rugged stud like Jack. I pressed my morning hard-on against his thigh and
humped against him. He laughed, saying, "And horny, I see." He let me
stroke him and rub off on his leg while he watched me. "Your mom's
Japanese?" he asked.

"Korean," I mumbled and leaned forward to lick at his closest nipple.  It
got hard under my tongue and he shifted in the bed.

"Christ, kid." He rolled me onto my side and spooned himself up behind
me. He found my hole with his cock and eased it back into me. Setting a
gentle motion, he fucked me and I twisted from my waist to kiss him. The
newness of the experience was addictive and I kept my lips on his, our
tongues sliding together, while he rocked into me. I don't know how long we
lasted but it felt like hours before he finally fucked me over the edge
then poured his cum into me seconds later. We fell back asleep like that,
my body tucked into his and his dick still inside me.

The next time I woke up I was alone in bed. I stretched and took stock. My
arms, legs and back were sore like I'd had a good workout. My throat
already felt better and my ass was only slightly sore, all closed up now. I
heard the water running in the shower. I thought for a second about getting
up to join the sheriff--Jack--in the shower but the bed felt so good. His
smell lingered all over it and I wanted to roll around in that smell, get
it all over me.

I didn't have time to move though because the water shut off and a minute
later he came out rubbing the towel through his dark hair, the touch of
silver at his temples only making him hotter. His soft dick bounced between
his thighs and I laid back to take in the sight of him. He was to me the
perfect example of what a man should look like. I wanted to run my tongue
through the hair between his pecs and down to his big cock, and wake it up.

"Morning, Kenny."  He woke me out of my trance but not before I saw his
cock twitch.

"Morning, sir." I looked up at his smiling eyes. I wondered what was going
on in his head.

"Sir?  What happened to Jack?"

"I was taught to respect my??."  I quickly cut myself off.

He laughed.  "It's okay, I am your elder. You want some breakfast?" he
asked.

Pointedly, I looked at his crotch and licked my lips with an exaggerated,
"Mmm." He laughed but walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of
white boxers. I watched him dress in khaki shorts and a t-shirt, luckily
not that old grey one I remembered so well. I wondered if he still had it.
I thought I might ask him if I could have it.

I rolled out of bed and realized I didn't have anything in the house to
wear. He looked at me appreciatively then shook his head. He grabbed some
boxers and another t-shirt for me. Nodding to the bathroom he said, "Go get
cleaned up and meet me in the kitchen."

I took the clothes and headed off for the shower.

After a quick shower I joined Jack in the kitchen. He'd made scrambled eggs
and toast with bacon. I helped myself to some coffee and sat at the table
where he set down a heaping plate. We ate together and I couldn't stop
smiling. I wondered if I was falling in love with my friend's dad, or if I
was just really well fucked.  Couldn't be that, I'd been well fucked by
more than a dozen guys but none of them made me feel like Jack did.

He didn't say anything for a while, not until we'd both cleared our
plates. Then, "The boys are probably still asleep. You want to go join
them? Or stay here with me?"

I figured he didn't want any embarrassing questions from Justin so I shook
my head.  "Nah, I should get home. I have some stuff to do today."

He nodded and took a thoughtful sip of his coffee. "Kenny?.can I see you
again?" he finally asked.

I know a huge grin broke across my face.  "I'd really like that. Whenever
you want, just let me know."  It was like he was asking me for another
date.

"I'll do that," he said.

"Thanks for breakfast, and?.well, thanks for everything, I mean." I shyly
got up from the table and headed for the door. He caught my hand as I
passed him and pulled me to him. Looking up at me he pulled me down and
gave me a kiss, short and sweet. When he released me I headed for the door.

"Hey, maybe you would like to ride along with me some night in the squad
car," he said.

"Yeah, I would like that!" I said excitedly.

He reached over and took a business card off the kitchen counter and handed
it to me.  "Drive out to the station sometime, just hand them this card,
they won't give you any shit.  You know where the Sheriff's station is, out
north of town about three miles?"

"Yes, I know it," I said.

"I'll be looking forward to seeing you," he said.

"Sheriff, I??"  I hesitated at the door.

"What?"

"You'll think it's dumb, but??"

"What?  Let me be the judge whether it's dumb or not."

"When you were coaching our little league baseball team you always wore a
gray T-shirt??"

"Yeah?.?"

I swallowed hard.  "Seeing you in that T-shirt?..I think that's when the
thought started in my head, about who I was, or what I might be?..liking
boys, I mean."

He laughed.  "My T-shirt got you to thinking about that?"

"Yes, just the way you looked in it, your muscles bulging against the
material that was soaked with sweat, and I remember how your tits?.your
nipples?..stuck out against the material."

"I had no idea any of the boys might have been seeing me like that," he
said.

"Probably none of the others did.  But I did.  And I was wondering,
if?.well, if you might still have that T-shirt, and if I could have it.
It'd mean a lot to me to have it."

His smiled warmed me.  "Well, hell yeah, son, you can have it, if it means
that much to you."  He went into his bedroom and came back a few minutes
later.  "Here," as he handed me the T-shirt.  "And there's another surprise
rolled up inside it."

I unrolled the t-shirt to find a well worn, slightly tattered jockstrap.

"That's the jockstrap I wore when I was coaching you, if you want that
too."

"Oh, Yes!  Thank you!  You don't know how much this means to me."

"Well, I think I do, from the look on your face.

I left the house and went to the pool house. I entered as quietly as I
could and found my clothes from the day before. I went to the corner for
the stuff I'd brought.  I couldn't find my underwear or the T-shirt I'd had
on.  I did find my ball-cap, the one that'd gotten knocked off sometime
during the gang-bang, wedged under a corner of the couch.  I pulled on the
jeans I'd worn, grabbed up my unused sleeping bag and left. I thought I saw
Justin looking at me but when I looked back his eyes were closed and he was
breathing regularly.  I didn't know if he was faking it or not.

I got in my car and left, noticing that it was almost nine. I stopped at
the gas station on the way home. There weren't many people out that early
on a Saturday but there was a deep green Jeep Wrangler parked on the other
side of the island I pulled up to. I set the pump and grabbed the squeegee
to clean my windows. As I was doing the back window I heard the door of the
convenience store open. Glancing over I watched this total stud walk out
with a cup of coffee in his hand.  He was huge.  He wore a sleeveless
t-shirt and his upper arms bunched with muscle.  He was really tall with
incredibly broad shoulders heaped with muscle.  He wore what looked like PE
shorts that stretched tight from trying to contain massive thighs, with a
fist sized bulge in front. There was no distinct outline so I figured it
was all bunched up in his jockstrap. He looked like he'd just come from the
gym.

A ball cap shaded his eyes so I couldn't see them and I looked away, hoping
he hadn't caught me staring.  I tracked him from the corner of my eye.
When he went around to get in the Jeep my eyes focused on his tight muscle
butt flexing inside the shorts.  It didn't look he had anything on under
them, except maybe a jockstrap.  It was sexy as hell the way he swung his
butt into the seat.  When he pulled away I saw a USMC sticker on the rear
fender.  He pulled out and a massive arm appeared from the driver's side,
waving back at me.  I'd been busted but I didn't feel too bad about.  A guy
like that must be used to people staring.  I finished gassing up, wondering
who the guy with the Marine sticker on his Jeep might be.

I let myself into the kitchen where my mom was cooking. Based on the stuff
on the counter, she was making apple pie. My Mom was very special to me.
My grandparents had adopted her from an agency in California. While she
looked Korean on the outside she was all small-town Iowa farm girl on the
inside. She had a younger brother who was black, also adopted. His name was
Jerome.  I always thought Jerome was sort of hot, but we'd never had a
chance to be very close.  Mom turned to me with a smile and I went over to
kiss her on the cheek.

"You're home early, honey. You want some breakfast?" she offered.

I shook my head and stole a slice of apple from the bowl by the pie crust
she was rolling out.  "Nah, I ate at Justin's. Thanks, though."  I could
see my dad reading the paper in the family room and my sister watching TV.

"Did you have a good time?"

I thought of the night before and blushed a little. I ducked my head to
hide it, fast.  "It was fine. I'm gonna go mow the lawn before the sun gets
too high." She nodded and went back to work. I went up to my room after
waving to my dad. I didn't want to take off Jack's clothes so I ran
upstairs to drop my stuff and to hide the t-shirt and jockstrap that Jack
had given me. I was about to leave when I changed my mind and changed
shirts, slipping on the gray one.

When I finished the yard and some other chores I went inside and
showered. I hadn't put on deodorant and I was pretty rank. I saved Jack's
shirt and boxers, having no intention of giving them back. I went down and
joined my family for lunch.

Later in the afternoon I called Kyle.  I was feeling a little guilty about
sort of ignoring him.  He sounded okay on the phone and invited me over to
play on his Xbox. I told my parents where I was going and headed over. I
didn't bother with the front door at Kyle's house, I let myself into the
basement.

Kyle was an only child and his parents had turned the basement into his
bedroom when he turned fourteen.  It was so cool, with a couch and a big TV
as well as his bedroom stuff and he had his own bathroom.

"Hey, dude," I said as I came in.

Kyle was on the couch playing one of his video games. He glanced over at
me.  "Hey, I'm playin' live. Wanna get in on this with me?"

I sat beside him on the couch and grabbed the other controller.  "Sure,
sounds good." I got myself on the game. We played for a while in silence,
just the blasts from the TV sounding around us. "Your parents home?" I
asked to break the tense quiet.

"No, they went to my grandma's. How was the party?"

"Chill," I said.

"Nice," he mumbled.

"Listen, about yesterday?," I started.

"It's cool," he said as he set down his controller and turned to me. "I
thought about it and you've been my best friend my whole life. That's not
gonna change, you know.  So I figured you're the same guy today that you
were two days ago, now I just now you a little better."

"Thanks, man." I relaxed with relief. I hadn't realized how tense I was
over the whole thing.

He must have considered the matter closed 'cause he picked up his
controller and went back to playing. We finished the rest of the afternoon
playing and talking shit about one another's skills. I invited him over for
dinner at my house since his parents still weren't home.

We went back to my place and my mom must have been expecting him because
there was already a place set for him at the table. We ate then headed
outside to play some basketball in the driveway. Between football and
baseball I did swim team in the winter, but I was still pretty good at
hoops and managed to whoop his ass.

"Let's go back to my place," he said with a sigh.

I told my folks where I was going.

As he let us in his basement he said, "Damn, I thought your people were
supposed to suck at sports."

"What, Koreans?" I asked with a laugh

"Them too," he said with a laugh.

We were both a little sweaty and Kyle walked over to his dresser to change
shirts. I couldn't help checking out his body, pretty skinny but with
well-defined muscles. I looked away quick when he had his new shirt on.

"Seriously, though. Are you sure you're gay?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. Same way I'm sure that you're a virgin," I teased him.

"Fuck off, Kenny," he replied but I could tell he was only joking. "Can I
ask you something?"

"Ask away, Kyle." We settled on the couch after he got two sodas out of the
mini-fridge he kept in a corner.

"How can you be sure? Have you ever? done it with a girl? I mean, I know
Brenda Carl gave you a hummer at that sophomore dance but have you ever
really done it?"

I sighed long and hard while I thought of the best way to answer. "Remember
last summer when your Aunt's family came to visit and you all went to the
lake for two weeks?"

"Yeah, you came too. So what?"

I wasn't sure how to break it to him, I'd kept it a secret from him all
this time.

"Well, I fucked Sherry while we were up there at the lake," I said without
meeting his eyes.

"My cousin Sherry?" he all but yelled.

"Yeah, but it's not like you think. She practically raped me," I tried to
explain. "Sherry was older than me," I pointed out. "Something like
twenty-five to my seventeen. From the moment we met I knew she was
interested in me. She got me alone every chance she could during that
trip. Finally I just gave in to her crotch-grabbing and constant feeling me
up.  It wasn't too bad and we did it every chance we could find. I must
have fucked her fifty times in that week. She taught me how to do it right
and I was so horny all the time that I was more than eager to do whatever
she told me to do.  That's not to say I didn't spend the rest of the trip
checking out every guy in a swimsuit, and thought about them while I was
with Sherry."

"Oh, so she made you do it." Kyle said. I could feel myself blushing.

"She didn't make me, but she was real? well, shall we say?. compelling."
He seemed to be taking it better than I thought he would. He actually
laughed.

"It's all good, dude, Sherry's a total slut," he admitted. I thought, if he
only knew. But then again, he probably did. "So you didn't get off with
her?"

"Yeah, I did but it was just getting off. Look, Kyle, I'm sure. I've tried
both, and great as it was with Sherry, she's the last girl I'll ever be
with like that."

"So, is it true you're blowing all the guys on the baseball team?"

I nearly choked on my soda when he asked that.  "Uhhhh, well? yeah. Yes,
it's true." I didn't know what else to say so I just left it at that.

"You think you'd ever, you know?..wanta blow me?  Would you?" he asked.

I looked up at him, surprised. I expected him to be smiling, like he was
making a joke. But he was looking at me dead serious. Oh hell??.

"I?.don't know Kyle?. God, man, how can you ask me that?" I quickly grabbed
the remote and turned the TV on, upping the volume. Kyle came over and sat
beside me on the couch.

"Hey, I'm sorry, that was out of line."

"You think?" I said.

"It's just that? I don't know. I was thinking?.how come you can do it for
all those other guys, but not for me?"  Kyle asked.

He sounded so hurt I had to look over at him. He seemed really sincere.

"Because you're not those other guys.  You're my best friend, since the
beginning of time.  I'm just worried that it'd fuck things up between us,
you know? Like, we won't be friends anymore 'cause we'll both be stuck on
that? that part of things." I shrugged and held my hands up. "What do you
want me to say?"

"We'll always be friends, Kenny. If you don't want to do anything, that's
fine. I just thought we could be friends, with benefits."

I sighed in exasperation.  "Fine! I'll suck your cock. Just like the guys
on the team, I'll get you off and sneak home to jerk off when you're done."
I couldn't help the bitterness in my voice and I wondered if maybe I wasn't
as cool with the situation with the team as I thought when it came right
down to it.

"Geesh, don't be like that, Kenny," he said and put his arm on my
shoulder. "Come on, I'll even jerk you off. None of the girls at school
like me, I'm a total loser. I just want to know what it's like with someone
else?.something besides my own fist."

I felt like a shit and I could even see his point. It really wasn't fair of
me to treat him like that, and I felt a little guilty. If anything, he
should take priority over any of the jocks.  I slid off the couch and
kneeled in front of him. Looking up into his eyes I put my hand over his
crotch and began massaging him. His eyes went wide and his cock got hard in
an instant. I grabbed the elastic waistband of his baggy shorts and he
raised up so I could tug them down, along with his underwear. He had a nice
cock, maybe seven inches and meaty looking. I studied it for a second
before I took it in my hand, getting a feel for him.

"I kn-know it's not very big," Kyle whispered.

His awkwardness took me by surprise and I looked up into his uncertain
eyes. I'd forgotten this was probably a big deal to him.

"You got a nice one, Kyle. Bigger than a lot of guys. You don't have
anything to be ashamed of," I did my best to reassure him. It wasn't like I
was lying. He did have a nice cock, bigger than a lot of the guys on the
team.  He relaxed a little.

I bent forward and caught the smell of his sweaty crotch. He smelled good
with the mixture of sweat and deodorant. I went straight for his balls,
licking the salt and sweat off of them. I sucked them both in, a perfect
mouthful. Kyle went a little crazy at that and his hands gripped my head as
his hips bucked. I shook his hold off and dropped his nuts.

"Dude, I'm not even at the main event yet. Chill out," I said. I tried not
to be an asshole about it.

"Sorry? sorry, it just feels so good."

"It's gonna feel a lot better."  I laughed and bent my head for his cock
this time. I pulled the head in and went down a few inches, lightly
sucking. I bobbed a few times and a strangled shout came out of Kyle and
his cum started spurting into my mouth.  I almost choked, it was so
unexpected, and there was a lot of it. I managed to swallow his load and
nursed him until he was empty. I licked into the slit for the last drops
and Kyle moaned, squirming uncomfortably. I let go of his dick and looked
up into his dazed eyes.

"Did you? swallow it?" he asked, wide eyed.

I grinned back at him and nodded.

"Holy Fuck, I thought you did!  Man, that is so hot that you would do that
for me."

"You've got a hair trigger, dude," I said.

He turned bright red.  "I'm so sorry," he rushed to explain. "I didn't know
it would feel like that, I couldn't help it. Seriously, it was?," he
stopped when he realized I was shaking from trying to hold in my
laughter. He punched my shoulder and I fell back on the carpet, no longer
able to hold it in. I busted out laughing.

"Fuck you, douche bag." He tried to sound pissed but then he was laughing
along with me.

When I calmed down enough I looked up at him and he was still pretty red in
the face, his shorts pulled back up.

"You still want me to jerk you off?" he asked me.

I got to my feet and plopped back onto the couch. The whole thing had
happened so quick I hadn't even had a chance to get into it.  "Nah, I'm
good. Thanks though, maybe later."

"You wanna spend the night?" he asked.

In answer I pulled out my cell and called my parents to let them know. We
checked out Kyle's new Star Wars game after looking up a bunch of cheat
codes on the computer. His parents got home around ten and checked in on
us. We talked with them for a little bit before they went to bed. Kyle was
really into the game but I was feeling tired. Finally I told him I was
ready to crash and he told me to take the bed.

I stripped down to my boxers and got under the covers, figuring he'd take
the couch for the night. I didn't care because I was so tired. Just when I
got comfortable and was about to nod off Kyle said something I didn't
catch.

"What?" I mumbled.

"I asked if you let the other guys? fuck you?"

I rolled onto my back and groaned. I should have known this was going to
happen.  "Come on, Kyle." I said and thumped my hand on the bed. He
practically jumped over the back of the couch. "You got any lube?" I asked.

"Yeah, my jack off lube, why?"

I'd been ready for sleep but the idea of getting fucked by my virgin best
friend was starting to plump up my dick. It would be the perfect end of the
day.

"You'll need it if you're gonna fuck me," I said as I slid down my boxers
and took them off. He came around the side of the bed and searched under
the mattress on that side, coming up with a greasy bottle. "Take some for
your cock and hand it over, dude."

I was gratified to see him take off his clothes, I wanted him to be naked
with me. His dick was hard and ready. He really was in pretty good shape,
even if he was pretty lean. I'd probably look like him if I hadn't worked
so hard for every ounce of muscle I had. I might not have been as pumped as
Justin and some of the other guys on the team but I could hold my own.

Kyle put a ton of lube on his cock but I figured it was just as well. My
hole was still a little sore from all the use it had taken the night
before. He handed me the bottle and I used enough to reach down past my
balls and finger some in. I wanted to get fucked again like Jack had done
it so I opened my legs and motioned him forward.

"Just push it in but then take it easy until I'm ready, okay?" He nodded
like he was hypnotized and I couldn't help rolling my eyes a little.

Kyle climbed onto the bed between my legs while I stroked my cock to full
hard. I pulled my legs back and rolled my hips up. Kyle got the idea and
scooted up to me on his knees until his hard prick was in position. He
pushed gently but nothing really happened and he looked up at me
uncertainly.

"Push it in, Kyle. You have to use a little more force," I coached him.

He tried again and once he got past the semi tight sphincter muscle he slid
right in. His eyes rolled back in his head.

"Oh, Fuck!  So this is what it feels like," he moaned.

"Well, it's not what pussy feels like, if that's what you mean," I said as
I squeezed my ass around his cock.

"Ohh, Man, I don't care if I never find out what pussy feels like."  He
looked me right in the eyes.  "Is it okay now?"

"Yeah."

He took a deep breath as he pulled his hips back then started fucking me.

Once he got his bearings he was pretty good. He didn't take it easy, but
started thrusting enthusiastically. He lasted maybe five minutes, but at
least it was a wild ride.

"Fuck, Kenny, I'm getting close!  What do I do?"  He sounded panicked.

I knew what he was asking.  "Do it, Dude.  Give it to me.  Pump it in me."

After he'd cum I pushed my cock up at him. He took it in his hand which was
still slick with lube. He pulled on it awkwardly, while his cock stayed
hard inside me. He worked my dick and started grinding his own into my ass.

"Yours is way bigger than mine," he said while he watched his hand on my
cock.

"It's only an inch or so. Don't stress it, dude, I'm telling you; you've
got a really nice cock." He was all but humping me again by that point.
"Fuck, Kyle, just do it again, fuck me." I took my cock back from him and
used my other hand to encourage his movements. By the time he pumped me
full again, lasting maybe ten minutes that time, I managed to get myself
off. I thought he could probably be pretty good with enough practice. I
yawned and pushed his dick out of me. I rolled over and settled my head on
his pillow.  I didn't know why but I felt sort of like a slut.  I hoped
having sex with Kyle didn't fuck up our friendship like I was afraid it
would.

"Thanks, man," he whispered after he'd settled down next to me. "Was I
okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, Kyle, you did pretty good. Now I'm going to sleep."

"You're a good friend, Kenny."

I was just about to drift off when I thought of something.  "Are we cool
about the whole Sherry thing?" I wanted to know.

"Hell yeah. She's a slut, and everyone knows it," he chuckled. He rolled
over and gave me a kiss on the top of my shoulder. "Thanks, Kenny, I really
mean it."

"It's all good, Kyle," I mumbled and fell asleep.