Date: Wed, 29 Jan 2014 21:28:16 +0000
From: whiteryan65@gmail.com
Subject: A Captain's Lie chapter 2

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A Captain's Lie

Previous chapter

The friendship of Jordy and Farrow was introduced to readers, teenage boys,
seventeen years of age and Rugby players for their respective
schools. Jordy goes to Castleford High, as did Farrow, before the latter
was suspended for burning down one of the classrooms and was forced to
transfer. Jordy was the only one to believe in his innocence. Their
friendship extended to the point where, during the match where their school
teams played eachother, Jordy missed his first ever penalty on purpose
after Farrow had conceded it. Playing against the one school team they had
never beaten before, Castleford were behind against St Celia High with a
mere five points. Jordy and Castleford's captain Monty intercepted a loose
ball from the enemy and Monty completed a stunning pass to Jordy, who was
well on his way to the touchline to score the winning try, before he was
viciously tackled by St Celia's best player, Zan Locke. Jordy's knee was
badly damaged and was told he'd never be able to play Rugby again. During
this time, Jordy and Farrow realised and confessed their feelings for
eachother, however Zan saw them kissing in Jordy's hospital room, creating
panic for the two boys. On the way home, Jordy received a call from his
estranged twin brother Gary, revealing that they were seperated from
eachother three years ago, for messing around sexually. Gary was arriving
in town with his foster family in a few days time and the two arranged to
meet. Tradgedy struck as Farrow was hit in a car accident and hurt
badly. It was discovered that Zan drove the car, without stopping.



Chapter 2

"Damnit Dad, I don't understand why things like this have to happen. Jordy
has his whole entire life ahead of him, and now he may never be able to
play again. Fuck's sake, this sucks balls!"

"Monty, watch your language! We're not at home right now!"

Monty grimaced as he locked eyes with his dad. Doctor Griffin slapped his
son behind his back with a sneaky smile and went on with his work. Monty
sighed. Without Jordy there was no chance at Castleford High would win the
regional Rugby league this season. Fuck, it was going to take forever to
replace him! Jordy was easily their best player. If he ever got his hands
on Zan Locke, he'll honestly not be responcible for what he would do.

"Okay Dad, I'll leave you to make some money. Chinese tonight, or Italian?"

"Both, with your appitite," Dr Griffen said, shaking his head. He knew how
much his son loved takeout.

"Why not throw some Indian in aswell?" Monty teased his father.

"Deal...but if your stomach spurts shit from overeating tonight, YOU clean
it up. Now get out of here, some of us has to work," Dr Griffin fist bumped
his only son and was just on his way to the ICU when he was stopped by a
middle aged man carrying what looked like a very bad bloodied teenage boy.

"Help! Someone help!"

Monty was halfway to the elevator to make his way out of the building when
he was stopped by the man's screaming.

"Someone help! I found this kid in the street moments after he was ran over
by a BMW! The fucker just kept on speeding and didn't even stop! Please,
someone help!"

Dr Griffin quickly organised a hospital bed and a trolley in the case of
operating. Monty rushed over to see if he knew the boy, it was a teenager
afterall and he was worried that it was someone from Castleford High...he
took two steps back when he barely recognised Farrow's bloody face.

"Oh my shit, Dad! I know this guy!" Monty whispered to his father who was
wheeling Farrow to the nearest operating room avaliable.

"Monty, please I need you to stay here, we have to move quickly, your
friend's lost a lot of blood," Dr Griffin sternly repremanded his son.

"He's not my friend..." Monty started to say before he saw his father move
his patient into the theatre. Holy shit...he saw Farrow with Jordy that
same afternoon...now he was hanging on for life or death...life defintely
wasn't fair. Monty completely forgot about the dinner that he and his
father was joking about earlier. It was true that he and Farrow have never
gotten along...but still...he couldn't will himself to walk away. For some
reason, he had to know if Farrow was going to be okay.

***

Jordy was already awake when his father entered the room with a chocolate
milkshake. It was Jordy's favourite and the latter's face portrayed his
happiness as he took it from his dad.

"Damn I've been looking forward to this..." he said as he took several
sips, feeling the cold smooth liquid pouring down his throat. His father
was strangely silent, after a while, he caught his father's eyes on him,
searching, probing...only without any words. Jordy swallowed and looked
into his father's eyes.

"Dad, just spit it out, what's wrong? Did you speak to the surgeon again?
Did he tell you if I will be able to play again?"

Bernard Dean shoot his head gently, but didn't take his eyes off Jordy. He
still paced up and down, up and down, before finally stopping at the foot
end of the hospital bed.

"Jordy, why don't you have a girlfriend yet? Why do you show no interest in
girls?"

Jordy nearly dropped his shake. What the fuck does he answer to THAT?
However his silence was enough for his dad to receive his answer.

"Jordy, you're my son. You don't need to fancy girls in order to be a
boy. You've got a dick...that's enough said."

Jordy was momentarily stunned at his father's words, before he started
laughing uncontrollably. His father joined him in laughter, their stomachs
was paining with exhaustion after a while. Bernard placed his hand on
Jordy's shoulder and he reasuringly squeezed it.

"Don't you hate me though, Dad? You always hear stories of fathers beating
the crap out of their sons and throwing them out of the house and shit like
that. You're not fucking with me right now, are you?" Jordy asked his dad
nervously.

"Son, yes...a father always hopes that his children would follow the status
quo, you know? That his only daugther will find a nice boy, and vice versa
with his only son. But I'm also not so na?ve that I don't realize that you
had no choice in this. No teenage boy in his right mind would CHOOSE these
kind of feelings to be created inside him."

"Dad...you don't understand...I've tried so fucking hard to look at a girl
and find her sexy, attractive or anything. I mean ANYTHING! There's just
nothing happening...you know...down there. Fuck, this is embarrasing..."
Jordy sighed, rolling his eyes. Bernard laughed and ruffled his son's hair
tenderly.

"What, I don't understand? You think I wasn't you're age once? Okay, I
didn't quite have the same feelings towards girls as you do, I couldn't get
enough of them. Your mom for example...I can still remember when I first
saw her in a bikini..."

"DAD!! Even heard of T.M.I? Damn, that's nasty, what's wrong with you?"
Jordy frowned, while his dad roared with laughter.

"Anyway, if I had to guess, you and that Farrow boy have something going
on, don't you? Your mom and I have tried everything to get you away from
him, but you refuse. I am right?"

Jordy's smile dissapeared slightly and hung his head down on his chest.

"Dad, he's not as bad as you make out. No one ever proved that he burned
down that classroom."

"Jordy, I have nothing against you being...well gay...but I really don't
approve of your friendship with that boy..."

"I love him, Dad."

Bernard Dean was stopped in mid sentence by those four words. He shook his
head slightly and sighed out loud.

"I wish you luck, Jordy. You're seventeen, practically an adult. I can't
stop you from seeing him. Just be careful, okay? There are tons of stories
going around about that kid."

Jordy nodded, and took hold of his chocolate shake. He wished Farrow were
here. He suddenly felt more apart from him than ever before.

***

"We've managed to repair some of the damage, but I dunno, Monty...that boy
suffered intense brain and head injuries. His head must have landed hard on
that pavement after the car had ran him over. I may be wrong...but I don't
have much hope for him."

Monty was silent. He kept thinking about Jordy over and over. He and Farrow
were best friends. First Jordy learned he may never play Rugby again, and
now he'd have to deal with his best friend's possible death...jeez all this
was fucked up.

"Are you sure, Dad? Isn't there something you can do for him?" he asked
hopefully.

"Monty, I've done everything I possibly could. The damage is just too
severe. Do you know his family? We'd have to let them know."

"I don't, like I said I know him briefly from school. He was suspended
three years ago and was transferred. I suppose I'd have to let Jordy know
though. They're best friends and really kind of close."

"Oh, are they bumping uglies or what?" Dr Griffin joked whilst he was
filling in forms. As usual when his father made a homophobic comment, Monty
felt like someone stabbed him from inside...

***

Zan was driving like a mad man down the street towards the nearest bar that
he could think of. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...he killed Farrow...FUCK! He
gripped the steering wheel with both hands and murdered the gas, totally
and outragiously, narrowly missing a garbage truck, sped his car even
faster. He had to get away, he had to think. Okay, Locke, focus...no one
probably got a good enough look at the car to have memorised the licence
plate. He was too quick for that. No one would be able to place him at the
scene. He and Farrow weren't friends either, so no one would suspect
him...FUCK...he had seen Jordy and Farrow kissing in Jordy's hospital room
earlier that day...Jordy might suspect him of killing Farrow...FUCK! Zan's
BMW moved at the speed of lighting as he craved alcohol in his
system. Thinking about that gay fucking kiss created a sharp pain in his
chest. He never, ever figured that Jordy might be gay...he always respected
him for his Rugby skills and as a fellow player. He admired Jordy for his
playing style and for his sportmanship aswell as his love for the game. But
this afternoon, all that respect fell away. Zan HATED gays. He felt that
they had no place in the normal society. He'll make damn sure that Jordy is
outed to his precious Castleford High. Each and everyone of those fuckers
will know that their best player is nothing but a cock sucking
faggot. Pride rose up in his chest when he saw Farrow in his way earlier
that afternoon. He really didn't mean to ran him over. It was an honest
accident. But now...he felt PRIDE that he had actually sent a FAGGOT to
hell.

***

"Dad! How's Farrow doing?" Monty asked, at about 02:00 that following
morning. It was pitch black outside and damn freezing, but still, Monty
refused to go home before he heard some positive news about Farrow.

"The boy's awake. Only just, but he's awake," Dr Griffin said, clearly very
tired after having gotten next to no sleep in the last twenty-four hours.

"Wow, is he going to be okay?"

"I hope so, Son. He can barely open his eyes, but he spoke a few
words. He's very confused."

"Wait...can I see him? Just for a minute or two?"

"Not right now, Monty. Maybe in a couple of hours, if he's up to it. For
now, let him rest, and pray for the best."

Monty watched his father pour himself some much needed coffee. He wondered
if his father would be so worried about Farrow if he knew he was gay. Even
more...how would be feel if he knew...that his own son was fighting
desperately against similar feelings of his own?

***

Jordy was having a dream of a lifetime... It was late one night and they
were in the tent after they ate themselves silly hours before. Farrow, in
his dream turned around and placed his arm around his best friend. He must
have been having a very good dream because that's when Jordy woke up
himself, and felt a very stiff and hard thing poking him in his
backside. First off he didn't think much of it and thought he was still
feelings the effects of all them hot dogs, but when he felt this hard thing
push into his ass, that's when he sat up lightning fast, his eyes wide with
fear and with realisation at that was poking him back there. He turned his
body around towards Farrow and sure enough, it was his best friend. He
pushed Farrow a little trying to wake him, an suddenly he was pulled down!
He was on the ground being face to face with his best friend in very close
proximity. Farrow was still asleep, but he was groaning and moaning and
pushing his groin into Jordy. It was then that Jordy heard the words that
he so desperately wanted to...

"Ohhh...I love you...Jordy..."

Jordy simply laid there, as he came to conclusion that his beloved best
friend felt the same way as he did about him. He HAD to wake Farrow and
NOW.

"Farrow...buddy? Wake up, come on!" he whispered and slapped Farrow
carefully on his cheek. Finally Farrow seemed to leave his wet dream and
woke up to the frightening reality, his cock was hard, and the person he
had dreamt about was starting him straight in the eye. In Jordy's dream he
FELT that intimate connection you can only have with someone you love with
all your heart.

"Jordy..." was all Farrow could get out before the former placed an finger
on his lips.

"Don't worry...I feel the same way..." Jordy said before he emphatically
placed his lips on Farrow's. The latter's eyes was bulging with his best
friend laying this passionate kiss on him, but that was just for a few
second before he pushed Jordy on his back and layed his entire body op top
of his. He looked his deeply in his eyes, and this time Farrow was the one
who initiated the kiss. It was unlike any kiss either of the two had EVER
felt.

Farrow began to feel Jordy's body, and both boys could feel the hardness of
the other in their skimply pants they were wearing. Farrow stopped the kiss
just for a few seconds to slip Jordy's wife beater over his head and then
dashed his head into Jordy's bare body, kissing his chest, feeling the warm
skin, with his best friend stuttering for breath at the emotions running
through him. Farrow down down to Jordy's nipples and ran his tongue down
his best friend's stomach, feeling every eight of Jordy's rock hard pecks
underneath it. Jordy in turn wrapped his arms around Farrow and pulled him
close. Their lips met once more in some form or another as they were
pulling eachother's clothes off as best they could. They were lucky that in
Jordy's dream, that it was summer and they were wearing very little.

When they both were naked as the day they were born, Jordy pushed Farrow
back and pulled his forehead to his own.

"Are you SURE you wanna do this? It will always remain between us, dude. I
don't wanna wake up tomorrow morning and things be fucked up between us. I
love you too fucking much," he whispered urgently.

"Jordy please I don't care! I love you too," Farrow begged and kissed his
best friend yet again. The passion in that tent was overwhelming.  Jordy
began to run his fingers over Farrow's bare belly. He moved them to
Farrow's muscular arms, felt the smallish hairs on them and finally pushed
Farrow down carefully. Farrow layed his head down on the cushion as he knew
what Jordy was planning and his dick was way more than ready for
it. Carefully Jordy placed his body so that his face was directly infront
of Farrow's by now steel hard penis. He took in the beauty of his best
friend, peacefully laying there, looking him in the eye and begging for the
relief that Jordy so badly wanted to give. There was a tuft of black hair
on Farrow's stomach that made an visible trail from his belly button to his
groin and his 8 inch cock. Below that hard erection was low hanging hair
covered balls, the sexiest Jordy could possible imagine.

Jordy then leaned forward and without any fear, he placed his lips around
the head of his sexy best friend's cock. Farrow had been wondering how it
would feel someday for a long time and he could never have imagined this
actually sensation in his life. Jordy went down on Farrow, taking all of
him into his mouth. Farrow naturally began to move his hips in rhythm to
Jordy's motions. Farrow could also feel Jordy's tongue moving all around
his bulbous cockhead and the feeling was driving him INSANE. God knows,
Farrow was trying desperately to hold on but this was his first ever
blowjob, and a long session never was on the cards. Farrow's body and cock
stiffened and he drove his cock even more into his best friend's
mouth. When he felt Jordy caressing his balls along with the slick sucking
of his entire length, there was no point in wanting to hold out anymore.

"I'm gonna...gonna c..." was all that Farrow could warn his best friend as
he shot gobbles and gobbles of teenage sperm into Jordy's mouth. The latter
tried as hard as he could to not waste any of the precious, white pearly
liquid, but he simply could not. Some of the cum leaked out of the corner
of his chin and onto Farrow's balls. Inch by inch Farrow's cock started to
shrink to its flaccid length and finally Jordy allowed the boy organ slip
out of his mouth, where he lapped up at the excess cum that had pearled
around Farrow's now empty balls.

Farrow reached for Jordy to embrace him and they did, while Farrow could
still feel the latter's hard dick resting against his groin. The beautiful
and sexy teens began to kiss again, slipping their tongues into the other's
mouths. The flavour of their saliva turned them on even more. Once more it
was Farrow who who broke the kiss.

"Get your cock ready, you GOTTA fuck me!" he whispered and moved his body
carefully inside the tent to eventually end up on all fours. Jordy was
horny as fuck, and he knew that if a blowjob was deemed as going far, then
fucking was the ultimate sin, but teenage hormones didn't allow him to
think long about that. He spat on his hand, having never done this before,
and slicked up his 17 year old cock as best he could. He carefully placed
the head of his dick in the entrance of Farrow's hole, and then caressed
his best friend's back.

"This is gonna hurt, Farrow," he said with his last ounce of clear thinking
he had left.

"FUCK ME!!" Farrow yelled instead, crying out inside to feel Jordy inside
him. Jordy slightly pushed with his dick, but suddenly somehow Farrow
rammed his ass backwards, slamming Jordy's hard dick straight into it!

"OHHH SHITTT" Farrow screamed and tried to forget the sheer pain that was
rippling through him.

"That's it, I'm pulling out," Jordy said, scared shitless.

"Don't you fucking dare, Jordy! FUCK ME!!"

Farrow let out another loud moan as his best friend started to really fuck
him. His entire body was in exstacy. Jordy himself was mesmerised as he saw
his cock gently enter and exit from Farrow's ass. Both couldn't believe
that they were actually making love. Both had dreamt of this so long that
it was surreal now that is had come true. Jordy happily fucked away his
cock into Farrow, while caressing his back, shoulders. He fucked his hard
dick straight into Farrow's guts. This being his first ever fuck it was
never gonna last long.

"I'm gonna blow dude, I'm gonna blow Farrow," Jordy whispered, his breath
cumming quicker and faster with each trust that he made.

"I want you to cum in that ass, Jordy! I love you so much dude, cum in me
please!" Farrow yelled. He didn't care one moment that he sounded like a
whore on heat right then. Jordy kept on plunging his dick harder and faster
into Farrow until he felt his nuts give way...or so he thought...instead
his seed gushed out of his cockhead and into the ass of his best
friend. Farrow's dick exploded with him feeling his prostrate being
stimulated like never before, his own cum being spat out onto the tent's
floor. Jordy's balls continued to empty themselves into Farrow's while
their owner fell on top of Farrow in sheer exhaustion. He kissed Farrow
tiredly on his neck.

"God, I love you..." he whispered, to tired to speak.

"I'll love you for...forever," Farrow whispered hoarsely aswell.

Jordy suddenly woke up from a strange sensation. Somewhere in his guts, he
felt that something wasn't right. Something was wrong...he couldn't quite
put his finger on it. He turned around and tried to get some sleep, but
that nagging feeling refused to go away.

***

Morning broke, and still Dr Griffin had in no luck in tracing Farrow's
parents. The kid had no wallet, no cellphone or shit on him that he could
have used to inform someone of the accident. If Monty hadn't recognised
him, they would still be wondering who he was. Farrow was still critical,
and the swelling on his brain was worrying him. He saw his son sleeping
quietly in one of the nearby chairs. Must be quite a shock of Monty to see
one of the kids he went to school with like this, he thought. He realised
that his was probably the first near death experience that Monty ever had
to cope with. He remembered that several hours earlier, Monty had asked to
have a word with Farrow. The kid had no family around him, no one to
contact...what harm could it do? He walked over to Monty and gently shook
him awake.

"Wha...what...Dad...oh my gosh, is Farrow...?"

"No son, but there's not much hope. His brain suffered too much. If you
still wanna go in, you better do it now."

Monty stood up and wiped the sleep out of his eyes. Suddenly he didn't know
what to say to the dying Farrow. They weren't even friends...but there was
another reason he desperately needed to speak to him. As he entered the
room, he couldn't believe that it was actually Farrow in that bed with his
head shaved, bandages wrapped tightly where they had operated, with tubes
and shit coming out of him in more ways than one. He slowly walked over to
Farrow and carefully placed his hand on the boy's shoulder. Farrow slowly
opened his eyes as he barely felt Monty's touch.

"Hey man...how you feeling?" Monty whispered, knowing how stupid is sounded
when it was quite clear what the answer was.

"Li...like I was...hit by a fuck...ing car," Farrow croaked out, and Monty
could swear he was trying to smile.

"I'm so sorry. You're probably wondering what I'm doing here...my dad's the
doc who operated on you. I asked him if I could come and see you for a
while. I'm so sorry, dude...damn this shouldn't be fucking happening..."
Monty yet again whispered. He wasn't used to feeling this emotional. This
raw.

"I'm...I'm glad you're...I need to say som...something...come clo...ser
please," Farrow whispered, his breathing rather shallow. Monty could sence
that he was having great difficulty expressing himself, so whatever this
was what Farrow wanted to tell him must be a hell of important. He
positioned his head closely to Farrow's.

"I know...you're in love with...with Jordy. I always...knew..."

Monty froze.

"Don't worry about...about me...I have a twin...a brother, Gary...he's
coming in two *cough* days *cough* time. Monty..."

Suddenly Farrow seemed more alive than ever, as he with great amount of
will power grabbed Monty's shirt and pulled it towards him as hard as he
could.

"I don't want Jordy...to know...please dude...convince Gary...we look
alike...please don't let *cough* Jordy find out...about me..."

And in a matter of seconds, Farrow's eyes, so determined and trying so hard
to convey his message to Monty, twisted out of focus, dimmed, never to see
anything through their lenses ever again. Monty carefully released Farrow's
hand, still tightly gripping his t-shirt, and layed it down beside the
deseased teenager. He pressed the button next to the bed for a nurse to
arrive. He didn't seem to even notice all the commotion going on around
him. The only thing he was focussed on...was Farrow's last words.

"I don't want Jordy...to know...please dude...tell Gary to...we look
alike...to pretend *cough* please don't let *cough* Jordy find out...about
me..."

***

Later than morning, Monty was still at the hospital, wondering if he should
simply walk over to Jordy's room and tell him the shattering
truth. Farrow's last words rippled through him like ice water through sand.

Could he actually get away with this? If he understood Farrow correctly, he
had a twin brother...an identical twin brother, who was arriving the next
day. Farrow seemed way out of it, he knew that he was dying...and he asked
Monty not to allow Jordy to find out about his death.

My God...Farrow wanted Monty to convince his twin brother Gary, to pretend
as if he was Farrow. To pretend that Farrow was still alive. Instinctively
Monty knew that Jordy didn't know of Gary's existance, otherwise Farrow
would never have begged this of Monty. Farrow loved Jordy so much, that he
refused to allow him to know that he was dead.

Farrow was right about something else aswell...the reason why they were
never friends...it wasn't only because of Farrow's bad boy reputation...it
was much more than that. It was because Farrow had something that Monty
wanted more than anything else...Jordy.

It was then that Monty made his decision. This was going to affect so many
lives. If this Gary person agreed, they'd have to live a lie for the rest
of their own lives. But he felt the same as Farrow probably did before he
passed away...Jordy was already facing a life without ever playing Rugby
again. Monty swallowed heavily...he was not going to allow the boy he loved
to face a life without his best friend on top of everything else. Not when
there was something he could do about it.

It was a lie that he was now ready for.

A captain's lie.

***

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