Date: Thu, 11 Oct 2012 06:44:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aidan Greyson <mrgreyplease@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mac and Caleb 3

Mac and Caleb 3

Aidan Greyson

DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL.  It contains descriptions of
sexual activities between males.  If you are not over 18 years of age, or
if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is
illegal where you are, then please DON'T READ IT!  If you choose to read
it, then please continue and enjoy.

On Monday, I woke up at one in the afternoon. Just in time to take a quick
shower, and a fast breakfast before I had to leave for my first class of
the day: government. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, I had three classes,
starting at two and ended at 10 p.m., with a one hour break in
between. Government and Psychology were one hour long. Theatre was two,
which I had no problem with.

Government wasn't so interesting but I would manage to pay good attention
and write good notes. In psychology, I participated more; maybe because
Mr. Moses would talk about sex more than half the time. That day, though, I
was day dreaming about Caleb, doodling on my notebook.

"For example, Mr. Reynolds over there should be paying attention to today's
lesson if he wants to pass the test next Monday," Mr. Moses' voice was
loud. I blushed, ducking my head.

"Sorry, Mr. Moses," I said, sliding down my chair. He waved the apology
away. "Back to Human Sexuality," Mr. Moses turned back to the screen. I
sighed, feeling nervous about going to theatre.

Ms. Gates' class room was behind and to the side of the entrance to the
forum. Her class was made up of 10; apparently, not many were willing to
take this course at night. I didn't mind—I loved it! I had gone back
home to change into sweats and a tank top—in case Ms. Gates had us doing
small scenarios. I always felt more comfortable to act in sweats. I also
made sure to not forget my keys in the car again. After all, I figured, I
could only get saved by a hot hunk so many times. The thought brought a
bitter, though happy, smile to my face. "Well, Mac is happy!" Ms. Gates
exclaimed. I grinned a goofy grin. I took a seat, not spotting Caleb
anywhere. "Today," Ms. Gates began, "I want to introduce a new play. As
always, you can either participate by joining and being part of the cast or
you can help build up the sets and props. Remember, this counts as your
major grade!" Just then, Caleb came through the door in tight gym shorts
and a tank top, sweat glistening on his skin. Ms. Gates scowled at the
interruption at first, but smiled when she saw Caleb. "Sorry, Ms. Gates, my
car wouldn't start," he said lamely. She waved him away. "It's okay, take a
seat." Caleb smiled, heading toward the empty seat behind me. He flashed me
his killer grin, winking as he passed. Ms. Gates rattled off, explaining
the whole play project to Caleb...Who was leaning into me, sniffing my
hair! I shivered, groin tingling. "Cold, Mac?" Ms. Gates asked. I blushed,
"Er, no, I'm good." She nodded, turning to the board. "You sure?" Caleb
breathed. I ground my teeth together, trying to concentrate, but he made it
damn near impossible! "I'm going to pair you off now," Ms. Gates said,
facing us.  "Samantha and Kyle, Luke and Charles, Lucy and Liz, Mac and
Caleb, Mia and Connor. Now, one of you come up to pick up a scenario to act
out. I'll give you half an hour to stick to some lines," she places strips
of paper, facedown, on the desk. "Pick." I got up, picking up a strip of
paper when I reached the table. It read as follows:

You are to act out a couple madly in lust. Person B wants to make their
relationship serious. Person A doubts Person B's true intentions. Person B
tries to convince and reassure Person S.

Whoa. "What's our scenario?" Caleb tugged the strip from my hand. I stared
at him, waiting for him to finish reading. His eyes flashed to mine. "Wanna
work on the script?"

For the next half hour, we worked on the script, with me being Person A and
him Person B. I had most of them down. What worried me was how were opening
the scene. Caleb wanted a hot, mad love scene, obviously with our clothes
on—well, just our sweats and shorts respectively—but I was
skittish. However, we needed to get the message across that we were `madly
in lust'. Love scene it was. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. Cross
that out; more like giant, mutant wasps out for revenge.

Ms. Gates announced that it was time to begin the scenarios. "You will go
up according to the number on your paper." I glanced at it, drowning
whatever else she had said. We were number 5. Oh great. Ours wasn't the
only couple scenario. Mia and Connor, who went first, acted out a couple
dealing with a miscarriage. It was touching. Both were very talented. Lucy
and Liz portrayed a long friendship being threatened by cancer on Lucy's
part. Again, they had talent. Luke and Charles were father and son
respectively. Charles, who was an alcoholic at 17, was stealing money from
Luke to buy booze. After going for a joyride really drunk, and ran over a
small boy, he tried to get his shit together—a tragedy. Samantha and
Kyle's was difficult to discern, but it was only because Kyle was such a
shitty actor—Samantha was brilliant. It seemed that Kyle, Sam's son,
prostituted himself. Like I said, Kyle made it hard to know.

"Now, Mac and Caleb. Please, boys," Ms. Gates motioned. I took a deep
breath, remembering Ms. Gates' words: On stage, nothing matters but your
character. I leaned against the table, smiling at Caleb as he sauntered
over to me.

"Remember, nothing matters," he said, brushing his lips on my ear. I
nodded. He put his arms around me, pulling me up against him. We began to
make out, not pretending, but actually French kissing—in front of the
whole class. I heard a few gasps, but no one cried bloody murder. I let
myself go, forgetting about Ms. Gates and the other eight students. I let
myself revel in the sensation of Caleb's body pressed against mine in such
an intimate manner while we played tonsil hockey. He broke off, breathing
hard, eyes dark. He tugged my shirt up revealing my upper body.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered. I ignored his compliment, instead
pulling off his shirt to gaze at his amazing chest. I felt Caleb kick off
his shoes, and I followed suit, the shirt joining my shoes. He lifted me
up, setting me down on the table, pushing me back to lay back. That's when
he started to grind against me, still kissing me. I restrained my moan of
pleasure, but only by a bit. My butt was on the edge of the table, his cock
pressing into my ass through his shorts. He thrusted, letting me know that
if it weren't for his shorts and my sweats, he would already have been
inside me—`cause let's face it, I don't think the audience would have
stopped us, er him.

I felt myself nearing the edge, "Caleb, I'm about to blow." He grunted,
"Fake it, I will too." Few more thrusts and I wouldn't have to, I
thought. But I tensed, and then broke out in a convulsion, clawing his
back. He grunted again, stilling on top of me. We let ourselves slide to
the floor, my head on his chest.

"I love you, Mac." He sounded sincere. Good actor, I thought. I stayed
silent, sitting up.

"This isn't love, Caleb, it's lust. Hot, mad, rough lust." True. He placed
his hands on my shoulders, scooting up to me, a small kiss landing on the
back of my neck.

"Why do you do this, Mac? Can't you see that I really do love you?" He
shook me, albeit gently. Again, he sounded sincere.

I frowned, "This is so recent, so new, it's too soon to be love." True
again.

Caleb sighed, "No, the sex is recent, but I've harbored feeling for you for
some time now." Was he being honest or was he going with the script.

"Then why tell me until now?" I demanded.

Caleb turned me around to face him. "I didn't know how to approach you."
Believable.

I shook my head, "I can't take that risk, Caleb."

"Why not?!" He sounded and looked to exasperated.

"I've been hurt before, Caleb, badly. I don't think I can put myself out
there like that again." I looked down and to the side. "I don't think my
battered heart will be able to survive another fall," I continued. Truth
was my last relationship had ended rather badly. My ex had been cheating on
me with a cousin of mine. I'd broken off after finding them in bed
together. It broke my heart; I honestly thought he was as in love with me
as I was with him. Obviously not. He didn't even apologize, to boot—the
bastard.

Caleb pulled me in. "But I do love you. And I won't let you fall in nothing
but my bed and arms." So tempting, even if it was acting.

"I don't know..." Caleb surprised me when he planted small, soft kisses on
my face.

 "I promise to never let you go—no matter what." Caleb squeezed me. Oh
how I wanted to believe him.

 "I'm gonna hold you to it," I said, kissing his lips. We separated,
standing up. The class applauded. The girls were grinning like yaoi fan
girls. Oh boy. The guys looked unfazed. Huh.

 "Excellent work, boys," Ms. Gates all but jumped up and down. "As a treat
for your hard work tonight, I'll let you out early." Everybody got up to
leave. "Goodnight," Ms. Gates called out. I felt more than heard Caleb walk
behind me as I left the room, walking down the pathway leading to the
parking lot.

"Hey," Caleb said, walking beside me. He didn't say anything else, and
neither did I. He walked me to my car. I couldn't take it anymore. I spun
around, "Caleb, I—"

Caleb was on me, smashing me to the car, mouth devouring my own. I shoved
one hand down the inside of his shorts to his ass, the other at his
nape. He kissed me like I was his air and he was drowning. My boner hadn't
gone soft all the way, immediately hardening. We broke off, breathing like
we just completed ten miles.

"Mac...What I said in there? It's true. I've always liked you, but lately,
it's something stronger..." He pressed a small kiss to my forehead, hugging
me to him.

 "I...I don't know if I can go into a relationship so soon after..." I
suppressed a small cry.

 "So soon after what?" I took a deep breath, and told him about Martin and
my cousin. He hugged me tighter.

"I'll never do something like that to you, Mac," he said, "I promise!"

I was still hesitant, "We'll have to take this slow. The dating at least."

He grinned, "You got it."

Just then, it started pouring like it hadn't rained in months. I laughed,
not missing the irony. Maybe it would be great.

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-Aidan

Author's Note: That's it for the third part. Not sure if I want to continue
it, though. To be honest, it took me this long for various reasons. One of
them being that I got stuck every time I wrote past this point. I'll try my
best to continue it, `cause, I don't like it ending like this, though it is
a happy ending, no? Anyways, let me know what you think.

-Aidan G.