Date: Fri, 4 May 2007 19:44:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: Me and My CIT - Chapter 9

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                                 Me and My CIT

                          Chapter 9 - New Situations

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Our last chapter ended with...

Joey and I making up, after he got upset and turned his back on me, when
I told him that Carl and I had gotten together.  After Joey and I patched
things up, although he was still upset and hurt that we weren't as
"close" as he'd felt we were, and he felt a huge loss over not being able
to have sex with me anymore, he tried to accept things the way they'd
ended up.  I could tell he was happy to at least have me as a "big
brother" yet.  And, I think he believed me when I told him that that
would never change.  He hadn't liked it very much though, when I'd told
him that I wanted him and Carl to try and become friends.  Grudgingly
he'd agreed to try, probably realizing I wouldn't really give him a
choice.

In addition to our problems, we'd found out that Jack had gotten into a
relationship with someone else too.  Like Joey, poor Curtis was hurting
over it as well.  It was worse for Curtis though, because Jack had
seemingly abandoned the boy altogether.  Apparently he hadn't felt as
"brotherly" toward Curtis as I did toward Joey.  I'd suggested to Joey
that he should try and "get together" with Curtis.  They'd seemed to like
each other a lot at camp.  I suggested that there might be more to their
relationship!  Joey said he might've considered it, but they lived too
far apart to have more than a friendship.  Joey had then questioned me
about whether or not I was still going to return to counseling at the
camp the next summer, since Jack had changed his mind and wouldn't be,
even though earlier he'd said he was.  I told Joey I hadn't really
thought about it, and quite honestly, I didn't know anymore myself, as I
hadn't discussed summer plans with Carl yet.  This of course was another
disappointment for Joey...

                   *                *                 *

We pick up with the story now, a little further into the school year ...

After our reconciliation, Joey relaxed again, and some of his emotional
pain faded, as he realized he hadn't lost me altogether.  As the days and
weeks went by, he realized that I wasn't going to abandon him, like Jack
had done to Curtis, and in fact, other than being celibate from then on,
our relationship really hadn't changed at all!  Things returned pretty
much to normal for us.

I kept my promise to Joey to take him to play Laser Tag the weekend after
we patched things up between us.  Although I'd wanted to bring Carl
along, so he and Joey could begin to get to know each other, and
hopefully become friends, I didn't.  I could see that although outwardly
Joey appeared to be OK, internally, he was still too fragile emotionally,
and wasn't ready to start that process just yet.  He needed to realize
yet that he and I would still share a close "special" bond with each
other, that didn't include Carl, even if it was to be just a platonic
bond.  So I took Joey out alone that day, and we had a wonderful time
together, which really started to mend things between us!

I visited Joey and took him places one day every weekend after that.
Usually we'd go bowling, to a movie, to play laser tag or paint ball, or
sometimes, before winter arrived, we'd go for hikes along some of the
local nature trails.

                *                      *                     *

I also continued to see Joey during the week to tutor him in Arithmetic.
The fact that we weren't spending most of those visits in bed together
anymore, quickly became evident.  Joey's mathematical abilities quickly
improved dramtically!  When I pointed this out to him and told him he
really didn't need me to tutor him anymore, he suddenly looked like the
floor had dropped out from under him.  It wasn't the reaction I'd
expected.  I'd thought he'd be happy to be doing so well.

"What's the matter?" I asked, as his face took on a profoundly sad
expression.  "I thought you'd be happy to be doing so well!"

"I am!" he said.

"Well, why do you look so glum then?" I asked.

"Well..." he began, then he stopped and looked away, obviously not
wanting to say what was on his mind.

I furrowed my brow, reached over and pulled on the tip of his chin,
turning his head so he was facing me again, and looked more closely at
him.  He looked very uncomfortable.  Finally, he sighed and continued.

"Well, it's just that if I don't need you as a tutor anymore, then you
probably won't come see me anymore during the week!" he said, looking
even more depressed.  Then he added, "Maybe I should just pretend not to
get it!"

I chuckled and said, "Tell you what, you promise to keep doing your best,
and I'll keep on coming by to check your homework, and then we can hang
out a little yet too.  It'll be just like what I've been doing while I've
been tutoring you, except there'll be more time for fun stuff!  OK?"

Joey's face lit up instantly, and he grinned and nodded.  Smiling back at
him, I reached out with my arm and caught him in a headlock.  While he
hollered and struggled to break my grip on him, I gave him a noogie.  He
struggled and complained more, and I felt his hands on my ribs.  He was
trying to tickle me, so I'd break my hold on him.  This of course led to
me wrestling him to the floor, straddling him and pinning him down, and
tickling him unmercifully, while he went through fits of giggling, as he
unsuccessfully tried to push me off.  Eventually, I stopped tickling him,
and still straddling his belly, sat up straight.  Joey stopped struggling
too.

As I sat back on top of him yet, while both our chests heaved for breath,
I began to feel a lump developing under my ass.  As I looked directly
down into Joey's eyes, his semi-hardon flexed enough for me to feel.  His
nostrils flared slightly too, and I saw a familiar lustful look in his
eyes.  I knew he couldn't help his body's reaction to the situation.  I
decided I'd better get off him.  When, I started to get up though, he
placed his hands behind me on my ass cheeks and tried to hold me down.
He looked at me then with a mixture of arousal, desire, and nearly
desperate hope in his eyes.

As I felt my own penis beginning to respond, I reached back and gently
removed Joey's hands from my buttocks and got off of him.  I saw a
flicker of disappointment flash across his eyes.  It came and went
quickly.

Softly he said, in a raspy, resigned voice, "I'm sorry."

"It's OK," I said, giving him a small smile.  "I know that you're gonna
get horny around me sometimes.  I understand.  If it helps, I'm gettin'
hard too!  I guess it's a normal reaction, given our history, and what we
were just doing.  But, I know you understand that we really can't act on
our feelings!"

"I know," Joey replied, dolefully.

There was an awkward silence for a moment, as he lay there, and I stood
watching him.  The lump in his crotch remained.

Suddenly, he got up and said, "I gotta go to the bathroom."

Quickly he turned, and with a large, prominent bulge tenting the front of
his pants, he walked out to the kitchen and went into the bathroom and
closed the door.  After he'd been in there a couple minutes, I realized I
was thirsty, so I wandered out to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

As I stood at the sink drinking, I suddenly heard a soft gasp through the
thin bathroom door, which was just to the left of the sink, where I was
standing.  A second later, I heard a second gasp.  Instantly my cock
burgeoned with desire, as I realized that only a few feet away from me,
behind the bathroom door, Joey was masturbating, and was in fact in the
throes of his orgasm.

As Joey moaned softly with pleasure again, my cock, which was already
semi-erect, but was still pointing at the floor, swiftly became
completely rigid. It was very uncomfortable, as it was suddenly folded
into almost a 90 degree angle!

Quickly I reached down the front of my jeans, inside my underwear and
hooked a finger under my straining member and yanked it up and to the
left, so that it straightened out, laying in the groove between my trunk
and upper thigh.  Instantly I felt relief... at least in one manner of
speaking.

My dick flexed again, much more comfortably this time, as I heard the
slight tinkling of Joey's belt buckle, rhythmically tapping against
itself.  In my mind's eye, I could picture him standing behind the door,
only inches away, with his pants shoved down to his knees, pumping away
on his stiff rod, holding a wad of cum-streaked toilet paper under the
wet tip of it.  As he pumped his joy stick, I knew his mouth would be
open, and his nostrils would be gently flaring, as he breathed heavily in
and out.  Unable to stop myself, I silently stepped over to the door to
listen more closely.  I could hear his breathing then too!  I so wanted
to rip the door open, drop to my knees, shove his hands away, and finish
off what he was doing to himself with my mouth! .... Of course, I knew I
couldn't, so I stood there with a raging hardon, listening to him
pleasuring himself, while my entire body smoldered with desire.

A half a minute or so later, I heard the tinkling of Joey's belt buckle
slow down, and knew his orgasm was waning.  A moment later, I didn't the
tinkling at all anymore, just his heavy breathing, which was also slowing
down.  I knew he'd be smiling to himself with satisfaction at having
quenched his sexual thirst.  Quickly, I stepped back over to the sink, so
as not to be caught listening when he opened the door.

I heard the toilet paper roll being unwound a bit then, and a moment
later, the toilet flushed.  Then the water ran for a few seconds, as he
must've washed his hands.  Finally, I heard Joey's belt buckle tinkle
again for a moment, as he apparently re-dressed.

Shortly, the door opened.  Joey's face, which was already pink from the
exertion from his hand job, turned redder still, now with embarrassment,
when he saw me standing so close to the bathroom.

His embarrassed look faded quickly though.  It was replaced by an almost
insolent look.  Then, as he walked by me, he paused and I felt his hand
grope my hardon, as it lay pointing to my left, against my body.  He gave
it a squeeze, then let go of me.

"Knew you still felt the same," he said, in a somewhat accusative tone,
as he continued on to the kitchen table, where he turned and sat down.

He looked a little uncertainly at me, wondering what I'd do about his
just having grabbed my cock.  I chose to ignore his actions, but address
his words.

"Of course I do Joey!" I said.  "I'm not gonna lie to you.  You're a good
looking guy, and yes, I still get the hots for you - especially because
of our history, and in particular, if I know you're whacking off in the
bathroom!  It doesn't mean I can do anything about my desires though!
And, I know you understand that!"

Joey's already sad look deepened a little.

"I know," he sighed finally.

I smiled lamely at him and crossed the room, and mussed his hair.

"I'm sorry that you're still unhappy about things," I said.

"My homework's done," he said, abruptly changing the subject.  "Can we go
to the mall and play in the game room?"

I was surprised that he shifted gears so suddenly, but decided it was
best if we drop the discussion, at least for the moment.  So, I smiled
and said, "Sure, c'mon."

We took off then and went to the mall and spent a couple hours gaming,
and eating at the food court.  Apparently, his few minutes in the
bathroom had satisfied his carnal frustrations, as he appeared to be
concentrating intently on the games we played.  I on the other hand
hadn't quenched my sexual thirst, and as I watched Joey as we played, my
cock kept inflating, and I'd lose my concentration, and screw up what I
was doing.  My dick would shrink then, as my mind returned to the game
play.  A few minutes later though, as Joey would make a move, his body
would suddenly take on a sensual pose, and a moment later, as my dick
expanded again, I'd lose yet some more points, or a whole turn to the
boy.

I was happy when we quit gaming to go eat.  As we ate though, my sexual
desires continued to heighten as I watched Joey.  At the same time, I
became more and more anxious for the time to come to take Joey home, so I
could race back to the school, and ravage Carl's hot body!  If Joey had
realized what my thoughts were all evening, I'd bet he would've tried
something with me again in the car on the way home.  I don't know if I'd
have been able to keep from giving into my incredible desire for sex at
that point either.  As I finished eatin, a scene played through my mind,
where on the way home, Joey reached over and started massaging my lump.
That was all it took.  Just as we were about to pass a country road, I
suddenly turned off onto it, and drove us quickly to a secluded spot.
Once there, we both ripped our clothes off.  As soon as I was naked, Joey
dove for my cock and sucked voraciously on me for a minute.  Just as I
felt my orgasm beginning to form, he stopped, spun around and positioned
himself so I could stuff my throbbing dick up his ass, which I did,
swiftly, and without lube, other than for Joey's spit.  He didn't seem to
mind though, and told me to fuck him hard, which I did.  A few seconds
later, we both began spasming, and as I filled his rectum with my hot
semen, he sprayed his all over my car seat!

"George!" I suddenly heard Joey saying sharply.

"Huh?" I said, shaking my head, trying to banish my daydream from my
brain.  As I looked at Joey, my cock throbbed in my pants.

"Jeeze!" Joey said.  "Where the hell were you?"

"Uh... I was thinking about some homework I have to do," I lied, feeling
my face heat up a little.

"Oh!  Well... I think we gotta get going, I still have other homework of
my own to do yet tonight too," he said.

"OK, let's go then," I said, starting to pick my garbage up.

We quickly cleaned up the table and ditched our trash, then headed out to
my car.  I drove Joey home, and gave him a hug before he got out and ran
into the house.

As I drove back to school, I berated myself for dwelling on my desires
for Joey.  I was upset that it was Joey I'd daydreamed about, and not
Carl.  Carl!  Suddenly a picture of him flashed through my mind.  I
smiled as I felt myself getting hard yet again!  I felt better then, that
it wasn't just Joey who was arousing me.  I must just have been horny as
hell!  For the rest of the car ride back to school, I thought about Carl,
and only Carl, and what I wanted to do with Carl, when I got bacK to the
school.

As I walked into our dorm building, I couldn't help thinking - If only
Carl knew what my thoughts about him had been on the trip back to
school... then again, he must've been thinking the same thoughts,
because when I got back to school that night, all I did was look at him,
and we both knew where each other's minds were!  He grinned and tossed
the book he was reading aside.  As he got up, I saw that his crotch was
severely tented, just like my own.

                *                     *                     *

"Great minds sure do think alike!" he said, grinning, as he eyed my
bulge.

All I could do was grin in return, as I felt his hand cup my genitals.

"Oh my!  I can tell that's uncomfortable!" he said, still grinning, as he
stepped past me and twisted the lock on our door shut.  "Now, let's see
what we can do about that!"

With that, he turned, put his hand on my shoulder, and spun me around.  A
moment later, he was on his knees, wearing an ear-to-ear grin, as he
began to open my belt buckle.  Within seconds, Carl had unbuckled my
belt, opened my jeans, and slid them and my underwear down to my ankles.
Then, still grinning, he moved his mouth in front of the tip of my cock,
which was pointing right at him, and took the head of it in his mouth,
and quickly spit it back out, letting his tongue wipe over my piss slit.

"Mmmmmmm...." Carl murmured.  "Tasty stuff!"

Then grinning again, he opened his mouth and plunged it down over nearly
the entire length of my dick, stopping only when his lips reached my
pubic hair.

"MMMmmmmmmmm...." I groaned, as Carl cupped my scrotum and began gently
kneading my testicles, as he also began swiftly sucking up and down my
shaft, rubbing his tongue back and forth over the underside as he went.

As I stood there, with my knees shaking slightly, engulfed in sensual
pleasure, Carl attacked my sex organs with his mouth and hands, as a
starving person would their first meal in a week!  He'd never been so
"insistent" on trying to bring me to a quick orgasm before, but it was
certainly working.  After all my frustration over Joey, and then the way
Carl was so deftly servicing me, I felt my orgasm beginning to build
almost immediately.  I wasn't complaining though.  In fact, all I could
do was wrap my hands around the back of Carl's head, and hold on as I
began fucking his face!  He stopped working on me then, and held still
and let me do the work for a minute.  As I increased my hip action, Carl
gagged a couple times, as the head of my cock shoved too far back in his
mouth.  After that, I tried as best I could not to become overly
voracious and hurt him.

After a minute, Carl released my balls and placed both hands on my hips.
I slowed my fucking action, realizing I was probably gagging him again,
and let him return to sucking me off, as I continued running my hands
through his hair.

Shortly after Carl had begun sucking on me again, his hand left my hips.
First he reached up and fondled, and tweaked my nipples, sending
electrical current surging through my body.  A minute later, his left
hand again cupped my nut sack, and he began fondling my balls.  At the
same time, I felt his right hand push between my legs.  Grinning, I
spread my feet as far apart as my jeans, which were around my ankles,
would let me.  Then, I felt his hand reach between my thighs, and his
finger press into my ass crack.  I squatted slightly, and he slid his
middle finger down into my crevice, and ran it downward until his finger
tip reached my anus.  Carl then began vigorously massaging my pucker, as
he began slamming his mouth up and down, and again, I felt my orgasm
building!  My hips began to move back and forth again, but Carl doubled
his speed, and I was able to stop, as the pleasure began an
ever-increasing.

Suddenly, I was at my peak!  Then, just as I gasped, Carl jammed his
finger up through my anus, and jabbed at my prostate, while his head
rammed back and forth on my cock!

"MMMMMMMmmmmmmoooohhhmmmm!!!" I cried out, ending in a groan, as my
rectal muscles contracted, and Carl's finger was taken hostage for a
moment, as I blasted a copius load of jism against his tonsils.

Carl tried to swallow, but I was too fast cumming again.  With a moan of
pleasure, I blew another thick rope of cum into his already, pretty full
mouth.  Carl gagged, as he tried to swallow, and had to let some of it
leak from the corners of his mouth.  He did manage to swallow a bit
though, so that when I shot off for the third time, gripping his head
firmly in my hands, he had room in his mouth for it.

Carl kept pumping his head up and down on my rod then, and jamming his
finger back and forth across my prostate, as my spasms continued for the
next few seconds, and I repeatedly filled his mouth with my hot semen.
He had gotten things under control by then though, and was able to
swallow all my subsequent loads.

When I'd finished cumming, I pulled my cock from Carl's mouth, and let go
of his head.  He slid his finger from my hole and sat back on his heels
and looked up at me smiling, with trickles of semen running down from the
corners of his mouth, toward his chin.

"How was that?" he asked, thickly.

"Awesome!" I grinned down at him.

His smile broadened as he looked up into my eyes.

"Thanks man!" I said, grinning and squatting down.

I reached over and pulled him toward me, and leaned in.  As we kissed, I
tasted my own cum on his lips, and in his mouth.  It tasted good, but not
as good as I knew his would.

When I finally broke away from Carl, I said, "How about we get naked, and
I give you some satisfaction?"

Carl wiped his mouth, then grinned and said, "I was so hoping you'd say
that!"

We both stood up then.  Within a half minute, we were both totally nude.

"Lie down," I said, giving him a little push backward toward his bed.
Smiling, Carl let himself fall onto the bed, then scootched backward, so
that he was lying with his head on his pillow, and there was room for me
on his bed.

I got on his bed, between his legs, which he spread apart for me.  Then,
I leaned down over him, and laid down on top of him.  His penis, which
was stiff, and hot, laid between us, pointing up toward our heads.  I
took Carl in my arms then, and began gently kissing him all over his
face.  On his forehead.  On his eye lids.  On his cheeks.  On his ears.
I nibbled on his earlobes for a moment, and then finally made my way to
his lips, which I kissed gently at first, then more and more firmly,
until we were in a lip lock, practically giving each other a
tonsilectomy!

Eventually I broke away from our kiss.  Smiling, we both looked at each
other panting.  I took a moment to catch my breath, then I leaned down
and began kissing my way around Carl's throat, and onto his chest.  I
spent a few minutes then, teasing his nipples with my tongue and mouth,
before having a good suck on each one, which seemed drive Carl crazy.

Finally, I licked my way down Carl's body, until I reached his pubic
hair.  I jumped over it and started to lick the insides of Carl's
thighs.  He spread his legs further apart, as I licked closer and closer
to his perineum.

After a minute, I reached down and pulled his knees up and pushed them up
to his chest, and a little apart, opening Carl's ass.  Smiling then, I
let my tongue trace a path from his perineum around and around the inside
walls of his slightly hairy butt cheeks.

Eventually, I'd thoroughly washed him, and I ran my tongue back to the
small of his back, then swiftly I plunged forward, holding my tongue deep
in his crack, wiping it directly over his rose bud, which elicited a moan
of pleasure from him.

I went to work on Carl's asshole then, deftly licking at it with the tip
of my tongue, as he groaned and murmured joyously.

Shortly, I began wiping the full length and width of my tongue over and
over his pink puckered muscle, like a dog would.  Carl loved this and
squirmed and whimpered with pleasure.

As I was doing this to Carl, I noticed a drop of pre-cum, drip from his
penis, down onto his belly.  I knew he was getting close to cumming, and
if I wanted his creamy stuff, I'd best make my move for it.

Reluctantly, because he seemed to be enjoying it so much, I backed off of
Carl's asshole, and reached for his cock.

"OOoohhhhh!!!" he groaned, when I suddenly slid my mouth over his member,
all the way down to his pubic region.

As I started sucking on his dick, I reached for Carl's ass, and began
fingering his hole as well.  Almost instantly, Carl was squirming and
purring again.

After several seconds, I noticed Carl's movements became more
passionate.  I tasted more pre-cum.

Then, Carl gasped, "OH God John!  I'm gonna cum!"

I jammed my finger through his hole and up against his prostate, and with
a groan, his body tensed, then my mouth flooded with salty, tangy
fluid!  Carl's life-giving essence!  Greedily I swallowed his goodness,
while his body poised for another ejaculation.

"MMMMmmmmmmm!!" he moaned, as his asshole again clamped around my finger,
and again, my mouth was filled with semen.

I continued working on Carl, until his spasms slowed down, and finally
subsided altogether.  When I pulled off of him, Carl was smiling happily
down at me.

"God that was good!" he said, grinning.

"Yes it was!" I replied, smiling back at him.

We spent the rest of that evening in bed together.  We sucked each other
off a couple more times, each time in a '69'.  And finally, Carl asked me
to fuck him, which I was more than happy to oblige him by doing.  By
then, we'd both cum 3 times already though, so it took a while for either
of us.  We tried various positions.  First I fucked Carl missionary
style, with his feet up over my shoulders.  Then we did it doggie style.
Afterward, we spooned and laid down on our sides with me entering him
from behind.  In the end, we sat up in the chair at the desk, with my
back to the chair's back, and Carl straddling me, facing me.  He raised
himself up and down and I fucked up and down as best I could, until
suddenly Carl looked into my eyes with his own passion-filled eyes, and
then he groaned and his sphincter tried to clamp my cock, as he blew a
geyser of semen upward between our bellies.  A moment later, having
witnessed Carl's excited climax, I too came, filling his ass with my
liquid.  We continued fucking each other then, each of us lost in our own
pleasure, passionately spewing our juice, until a few seconds later, we'd
both depleted and exhausted ourselves.  We sat then for a few minutes,
recovering, before going and showering together.

Once we were dry, we crawled happily into my bed together, snuggled up,
and slept together like babies all night.

                    *                    *                   *

Once I realized that Joey was OK with things between us, I asked him if
he would like to go out one evening with me and Carl.  I purposely made
it an "extra night out" with me, so that he didn't feel like he was
losing any of the time we spent alone together.  Initially, he seemed
annoyed, and unhappy about it,  but when he realized he was getting extra
time with me, dinner, and a movie, he grudgingly agreed.

When I broached the subject to Carl, I initially thought I was going to
get almost the same reaction from him, but he quickly covered his
feelings, smiled and said, "Sure."

"Are you sure?" I asked, eyeing him intently.

"Yeah," he said, smiling in a resigned way.  "Obviously I'm not thrilled
by the prospect.  I don't really think he likes me.  And, I'd rather be
alone with you.  But, I understand that you want us to at least get along
together - so I'll do if for you!"

"Gee...thanks," I said, wishing he'd been a little more enthusiastic
about trying.

"No!  I mean it George!  I'll give it my best effort!  I know how
important it is to you that Joey and I get along!" he said.

While Carl's words sounded good, it was too late for him to hide his true
feelings, and I knew he wasn't anymore excited about having to spend time
with Joey, than Joey was about having to spend time with him.
All I could do was hope that both would at least try to be civil with one
another, and that eventually, they'd both relax and things would work
themselves out.

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So it came to be that a couple nights later, Carl and I left the campus
and headed over to Joey's house.  Joey was ready and waiting when we got
there.  He and Carl looked at each other for a moment, until Carl took
the initiative and said "Hi Joey," in a flat tone.

"Hi," Joey responded, appropriately, but also in a dull tone.

The two eyed each other for a moment, then both looked back at me.

"OK then," I said, seeing that any conversation was going to be dependent
upon me that evening.  "What's everyone want to eat?  Mickey D's?  Taco
Bell?  KFC?  The Hut?  What'a'y'all feel like having?"

"Doesn't matter to me," Carl said.

"Me either," Joey agreed.

I looked at them and drew in a breath.

"Fine!" I said.  "I feel like Mexican!  How's Taco Bell sound?"

"OK with me," Carl said.

"Me too," Joey said.

"Good!" I said.  "Let's go then."

We walked over to the car then, and there was an awkward moment when both
Joey and Carl walked up to the front passenger seat.  Neither had ever
ridden with me when I had someone else with me, and both were used to
riding shot-gun.  They looked at each other a moment, then both,
realizing that the other expected to sit up front, turned to get in
back.  Again they stopped and looked at each other.

I was surprised when Joey suddenly said, "You sit up front, you're
older."

Then, without waiting for a reply he climbed into the back seat.  Carl
looked at me with a somewhat apologetic look on his face.  I just
shrugged and got into the driver's seat, as Carl got in next to me.

As I drove away from Joey's house, both he and Carl sat quietly, looking
out the windows.  They continued doing so, as I drove along, and the
first few minutes that we rode along were absolutely silent, except for
road noise.  It seemed as if the evening was going to be harder than I
thought it would be.  I was happy we were going to a movie later, where
conversation wasn't expected!

Finally, realizing that unless I spoke first, nobody was going to say
anything at all for the rest of the night, I looked in the rearview at
Joey, who I noticed was looking at Carl, studying him intently, as Carl
stared straight ahead through the windshield.

"So... What happened at school today?" I asked, looking at Joey in the
mirror.

Joey's eyes moved and he looked at me.  Just as he opened his mouth to
speak, we were both surprised when Carl spoke.

"Nothing out of the ordinary really," he said.  "Same old shit.  Hadley
showed up hung-over again at biology lab, so I had to do all the work!
He's a pain in my ass really!"

In the rearview I saw Joey smile slightly.  I didn't know if it was over
what Carl had said, or the fact that Carl had thought I was talking to
him, when I was really talking to Joey.

I was surprised when Joey said, "Can you switch partners?"

Carl seemed surprised that Joey spoke too, but looked back and said,
"No.  Not formally.  I have to find someone who's willing to switch, and
since he shows up every day that way, nobody wants him.  I'm kinda stuck
with him."

I noticed Joey smirk a little when Carl turned to face forward again.
When he saw me looking at him in the rearview, he stopped instantly.

"Can you talk to the prof and see if you can just work alone?" I asked,
glancing at Carl then, anxious to keep any conversation going.

"Actually, I never thought about that," Carl said.  "Maybe I'll try it.
Thanks."

I could see Joey rolling his eyes in the backseat, while Carl suddenly
looked a little happier, having a possible solution to his problem then.

There was another lull, so I looked back at Joey in the rearview and
said, "So Joey!  How was YOUR day at school?"

For an instant I saw Carl cringe and his face tinged slightly.  He
must've realized I'd been speaking to Joey earlier, and not him.

In the backseat Joey smirked for a moment again, then he said, "Well, it
was pretty much like usual.  But a couple of interesting things
happened."

"OK," I said, when he stopped talking.  "Tell us about them!"

"Well," he said.  "There was a big fight in the cafeteria today!  Alex
and Sam got in a fight over Nicky.  See, Nicky was going with Alex, but
when Alex walked into the cafeteria, Sam was sitting on Nicky's lap, and
they were kissing!  Alex freaked and grabbed Sam's hair and dragged Sam
off Nicky, and the two got into this HUGE brawl!"

"Jesus!" I said.  "Did anyone get hurt?"

"Well Sam lost a bit of hair, and ended up with a black eye, and split
lip.  Alex only came out of it with a broken nail though," Joey said.

"Huh?" I asked.

"What?" Joey asked.

"A broken nail?" I said.

"Yeah, she was really pissed about it too, she'd just done them real nice
in Study hall!" Joey said.

"Alex is a girl?" Carl cried, turning to look incredulously at Joey.

"Yeah," Joey said, matter-of-factly.  "So's Sam."

"So... Nicky is a boy then?" I asked.

"Yeah - Nick!  But everyone calls him Nicky for some reason," Joey said.

"Shit!" Carl said.  "Sounds like the girls are tough at your school."

"Oh yeah!" Joey said.  "I try to stay clear of them!  Especially Alex!
She even beats up guys!  I bet she gives it to Nicky for making out with
Sam too!"

"Poor Nicky!" I said.  "It wasn't right for him to two-time Alex, but it
sounds like he could get his ass kicked good!"

Joey chuckled and said, "he deserves anything he gets.  He's a jerk!
Anyway, that's not the best thing that happened!"

I chuckled and said, "OK, so tell us about that then."

Joey grinned and said, "After gym class, after everyone got showered and
changed, this one kid - Jordan Gerond came into the lockerroom late.  He
had to stay in the gym running laps because someone stole his T-shirt and
he didn't have another one - so he was "unprepared for class".   Well,
everyone has to shower.  That's the rule.  So, we'd all showered and
dressed already, and were waiting for the bell to ring, when he gets in
there, and he still has to shower.  He started shucking his clothes, and
just as he finishes getting undressed the bell rings.  Well, I left.  So
I heard the rest later.  I guess, everyone left then, even the coach, who
didn't realize Jordan was still there.  Anyway,  Jordan was alone in the
lockerroom, or so he thought!  Apparently a couple of jerks who pick on
everyone were still there, hiding in back!  They're probably the ones who
took his T-shirt too!  Anyway... it's just the three of them left in the
locker room.  Jordan's in the shower and doesn't know they're in there.
Well, they go into the shower while he's in there.  Story is, they found
him all soaped up whacking off.  I don't know if that's true or not,
anyway - it's not part of the story.  Anyway, they grabbed him and
dragged him wet and soapy yet, into the locker room.  We have large
lockers in there that the jocks use when there's a game.  Anyway - these
guys stuffed Jordan, who was still wet and naked into one of these big
lockers, and closed the door.  Jordan's really small, so it didn't take
much to get him in there, and the fronts of the big lockers are mesh
stuff, like a cage, for ventilation, so he could breathe OK.  Well, while
he's hollering at them to let him out, one of the assholes sees a lock
laying on the bench and grabs it and puts it on the locker Jordan's in,
and snaps it shut!  The two of them left then.  So there was Jordan,
stuck, naked in the locker.  He missed lunch altogether, because nobody
came into the locker room til the next class came in for gym the period
after that.  Of course by the time they all came in, Jordan was crying
and screaming for help.  I guess everyone was laughing, which only made
it worse.  Finally, one of the upperclassmen  went to help him, it was
then they realized that nobody knew the lock's combination!  So they had
to get coach, who was really pissed off, and he had to get the janitors
to bring a big cutter, and cut the lock off, before they could get Jordan
out of the locker.  Meanwhile I guess the principal and a bunch of other
people came in, and they're all standing there gawking at Jordan who's
starkers in the locker.  I guess he was trapped in it for almost an
hour!"

"You're not making this up right?" I asked, looking incredulously in the
rearview at Joey.

"NO!  It really happened!" Joey said.

"That poor kid," Carl said, with a somewhat haunted look on his face.

I imagined that Jordan must've been very upset and embarrassed.  I
couldn't help smiling just a little though at how commical it must've
been for the ones who walked into the locker room to find a naked kid
locked in a locker like that.

"So was Jordan OK?" I asked, getting serious again.

"I guess," Joey said.  "I mean he didn't get hurt.  He was real upset
though I guess, cause everyone was staring at him, and he was naked and
all.  Someone said he couldn't stop crying when they got him out."

"Those assholes!" Carl snapped.

"Did they get the guys who did it?" I asked.

"Yeah, they got suspended for a week!" Joey said.

"They should've gotten locked naked in those lockers too!" Carl said,
still obviously enraged.

"Are you OK?" I asked, looking at him.  He seemed more upset than I
would've expected.

Carl blushed a little and looked embarrassed as he looked at me.

"I'm fine!" he snapped, finally.  "It just pisses me off when a kid gets
abused that way!"

"I know," I said.  "I hate to see it too, but ... you seem to be more
upset about it, than I would've expected."

"I just don't like it!  That's all!" he said, looking a little more
embarrassed then.

"I know," I said.  "I don't either.  When I was a kid, I know one of the
smaller kids in our class got stuffed in a locker too, but he was only in
there a minute before someone let him out.  And he wasn't nude either.
What these guys did to this kid was really pretty sick!  And... it
could've been dangerous too.  What if there was a fire or something - he
could've died if he was trapped in there and there was a fire or
something."

"Like I said," Carl said.  "They should lock them naked in those lockers
for a while, so they can see what it's like to feel trapped, and to be
'on display'!"

I was happy to see the Taco Bell coming up just down the road then.  We
needed a change of subjects.

"Ah!  Here we are!" I said.  "Time to eat!"

               *                   *                     *

Once we got inside the restaurant, our conversation switched to food
while we ordered.  After that, while we ate, I steered the conversation
around to the movie we were going to see, which generated more talk about
other movies.  Both Carl and Joey joined in the conversation, although
they weren't addressing each other, instead, they spoke as if addressing
me, or a generic group.  That was alright though.  At least they were
talking.

After we ate, we went directly to the theater, and got there with little
time to spare, so we were saved the effort of searching for subject
matter to talk about, and enjoyed the movie.

Joey had to be dropped home after the movie, as it was a school night.
On the way back to his house, we talked about the movie.

As Joey got out of the car at his house, we all said a generic
"good-bye", then he ran into the house, and Carl and I were left alone.

"Well, that wasn't so bad, was it?" I asked, as we pulled out of Joey's
driveway to head back to campus.

"No," Carl agreed.

"Well, we'll have to do it again then sometime," I said.

"I guess," Carl said.

I decided enough had been said about Joey, so I changed the subject.

"Quite the story about that kid getting locked in the locker, huh?" I
said.

When we'd talked about it earlier, I could tell the story really bothered
Carl.  When I asked him if he was OK though, he clammed up - expect,
because Joey was there.  I wanted to see now that Joey was gone, if he'd
open up some more.  I saw right away that my hunch must be correct,
because Carl appeared to immediately become agitated again.

"OK," I said.  "So, what gives?  You're more upset about this kid in the
locker thing than most people would get.

As I looked at Carl, his face tightened, and darkened.  I was sorry I'd
brought the subject up when I saw how upset he looked.

"Hey!" I said.  "It's OK.  It's just me.  I just wanta know what's going
on, in case there's anything I can do to help."

Turning a little redder, and suddenly looking frustrated, and even a
little pleading, Carl said, "In case you haven't noticed, I'm not the
biggest guy around!  I know what Jordan is going through!  Okay?"

I felt my eyes widen a little as I realized that Carl was telling me he'd
been picked on in a similar manner to Jordan.

"What'd they do to you?" I asked,  softly, concerned.

"I really don't want to talk about it," Carl said.

"I'm sorry," I said.  "I just thought, maybe if you told me about it,
it'd help."

Carl looked at me a little incredulously.  His face changed to a sneer
then and suddenly he hissed, "Fine!  You wanta know what they did to me?
Probably a lot of the same things they're doing to Jordan!  They used to
call me names, and they called me a "faggot", and they taunted and
teased, and they stalked me and dragged me into the boys room and gave me
swirlies, and they tried to shove me inside a locker once too, only they
got caught and stopped.  But the most embarrassing thing they did to me
was when they 'pantsed' me, underwear and all, right in the main lobby of
the school, in front of everyone!  So I know what Jordan's going
through!  OK?  Are you happy now?"

As Carl's tirade ended, I noticed his eyes had become glassy, as if they
were full of tears.  Stoicly he snuffled and fought to keep from crying.

I was quiet for a moment, as I focused on negotiating a curve in the
road.  Once we were on a straight away again, I looked back at Carl for a
minute.  He had pulled himself together and was looking out the window
again.  Apparently he felt my eyes on him, because he looked back at me.

"I'm sorry," he said.  "I didn't mean to sound like I was pissed off at
you, because I'm not."

"It's OK," I said.  "I'm sorry you went through such hell in school
Carl.  I had no idea."

"That's because I do my best to hide it," he said.  "But thanks.  And,
now you know why I was upset over what happened to that boy at Joey's
school."

Sadly, I reached over and clasped the back of Carl's neck and kneaded it
a little.

"Listen," I said, as he looked over at me.  "All that's behind you now.
You need to focus on your life as it is now, not on the bad things that
happened to you in your past.

"That's what I try to do, but it wasn't that long ago that these things
were happening to me - only a couple years ago.  And, when I hear about
them happening to another kids - I get upset!" Carl said.

"Well, I can understand that," I said.

Carl gave me a slight, wan smile, then turned and looked out the window.
We rode quietly then for the rest of the drive back to campus, each lost
in our own thoughts.

                   *                  *                   *

When we got back to our room, it was getting later.

"How 'bout we just get ready and crawl into bed together?" I suggested.

Carl smiled and said, "That's exactly what I'd like to do!"

"Cool!" I said, and I immediatly began stripping.

Within a couple minutes, we'd both gotten naked, peed, and brushed our
teeth, and were sliding into my bed together.  Of course, by then, both
of us had full fledged hardons as well.

As we laid down, I rolled over on top of Carl, who spread his legs, so my
knees fell in between them.  Our erections lay side by side, pointing up
toward our heads, sandwiched between our pelvises, and our scrotums were
smushed together as well.  Each time Carl flexed or twitched his
genitals, I felt it, and I'm sure he felt my corresponding reactions as
well.  Slowly I began humping the underside of my penis against Carl's
pelvis, which caused his to rub against mine too.  In the dim light, I
could see Carl grinning at me, and leaned in and kissed him, as I
continued fucking myself against him.

After a few minutes, Carl broke our kiss and said in a whispy voice, "I
need you to put your cock inside me!"

As I continued humping against Carl, I grinned and reached for the tube
of KY that was sitting handily on the shelf next to the bed.

I stopped moving then, and quickly opened the tube of gel and squirted
some into the palm of my hand.  I set the tube down, then reached for my
stiffness, and wrapped my lube-filled hand around it, and started
masturbating, to distribute the fluid.  A moment later, as I got into
position, Carl drew his legs up and fully exposed the deep cleft between
his buttocks.  Smiling, I pointed the tip of my tool toward Carl's tight
pucker and lowered myself, until the head of it was pressing on his
anus.

Slowly, and gently, I pushed forward, meeting some resistence, until
suddenly, Carl must've relaxed, and I began moving ahead, and sinking at
the same time!

"Mmmmmmmmmmm...." Carl moaned as my dick slid deep into his body.

I held still for a moment, so that Carl got used to being impaled by my
meat.

"Go ahead," he said a little urgently after a minute.

Slowly I began withdrawing my rod from Carl's rectum, until I was almost
all the way out.  Then, suddenly, I slowly began to plunge back down
inside him.

"MMmmmm..." he moaned again, as my cock slid into him.

Slowly then I started long-dicking him, and he began grunting and
groaning with each inward stroke of my tool.  It felt wonderful to be
sliding my dick in and out of something so hot, tight, and greasy!
Almost immediately I began to feel my orgasm forming.

Carl must've been equally as aroused, because soon, he began humping
against me, which he only usually does when he's getting close to
cumming!

I sped up my pistoning motion.  When I did, Carl began to moan more
often.

Within another minute, both of us were breathing hard.  Carl's nostrils
were flaring slightly, and his eyes were filled with lust, as I pumped
away on him!

I tried to hold back as long as I could, but it was useless.  A minute
later, I suddenly went tense, then groaned and pumped a river of cum up
inside Carl's intestinal canal!  As I continued fucking him, Carl
climaxed as well, tensing up, and crying out as he sprayed my abdomen
with his hot love juice.

I fucked Carl harder then, and the two of us spasmed over and over,
exclaiming with joy, as our bodies expelled glob after globe of cum -
mine coating Carl's insides, and his coating my belly.

Eventually, my orgasm ended, and Carl's stopped almost immediately after
mine did.  He pulled me down on top of him then, pulling my dick as far
into his hole as it would go.  Then he kissed me.  I kissed him back, and
we laid together in our carnal embrace for several minutes, until my
penis had shrunk back to normal.  I pulled out of Carl then, and got up.
He got up too, and we went to the bathroom and showered together.

After we dried off, we headed back to bed, and crawled in together - this
time to sleep...

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