Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2001 17:09:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Evan Bradley <EBradley33@excite.com>
Subject: Series:  Ambush, Chapter 4-The Ambush

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Chapter 4
The Ambush

>From the end of Chapter 3:

I heard something slicing though the air before the lash landed on my back.
It took my breath away from surprise.  It kept coming, up and down my back
to my ass and then legs and back up again.  Oddly, I didn't cry out.  The
next blow was HARD, the pain rippling not just through my body but through
my soul as well!  I bolted upright in bed, sweating profusely, breathing
heavily.  The threat and foreboding weighing upon me didn't end with this
nightmare.  What did this disturbing dream portend?

While my breathing was returning to normal, I thought, "Who introduced the
bogus program in my software?"  What was the origin of that nightmare?
Something my subconscious had picked up on during the day?  My mind trying
to protect me against future risks?  Did I actually want that kind of
treatment?  That snotty voice exclaimed, "That's just it Evan: you're
spooked because you haven't your precious sense of control.  Go with it-not
only might you learn something, but you might enjoy not having to be in
control all the time."

I couldn't go back to sleep, so I arose, ate breakfast, and started my day.
But the nightmare left me uneasy and depressed way into Saturday evening.
I worked out hard, hoping to escape any more bad dreams.  Since I'd been
thrown into wakefulness very early Saturday morning, I slept like a log
Saturday night.

By Sunday, I was back in control of my feelings a little more.  I'd figured
out that the nightmare had to be a product of my mind, so nothing
threatening existed out there.  I couldn't figure out why my dream function
made the two figures treat me so roughly.  I had always thought when a man
treated another man roughly, the former was communicating that the victim
possessed no worth, had no value, and deserved no respect; he was there
solely for the use of the abuser.  Utter contempt was the message.

So what was the least I could say about this situation?  A couple of guys
sent me some hot sketches and a hotter letter that revealed details about
them.  They wanted to give me a buzz; they had succeeded.  There was some
kind of attraction on their part to me.  That couldn't be unfriendly.  I
was certainly attracted by the sketches and the letter.  They had not
menaced me or really threatened me.  Little Kenny had a protector and a
damned handsome boyfriend in Robert-well I hoped they were boyfriends.  In
his company, Kenny was livelier and happier than I had ever seen him be.
Robert seemed to value Kenny.  That, too, had to be a good thing.  Oh,
well, I thought as I prepared to retire, "It's more than you knew a week
ago."

			       .............

As students arrived, my classroom seemed to fill with Monday Gloom.  What a
ride: from Friday Fever to Monday Gloom.  I quietly took roll, but when I
realized that Jeremy Wilder was absent, I asked the class, "Where's
Jeremy?"  LaKeisha Green popped off, "Probably held up by his car."  I
looked puzzled.

"He drives this bucket of bolts," explained Greg Dunwoodie, "that's always
breaking down.  Sometimes he's late for that reason."

"Yeah," said Paul Hartford, "he pours all the money he earns in it, but it
"nickle's and dime's" him to death.  Antiphonal rejoinders arose from the
students, all detailing the miseries wrought by Jeremy's car, but it all
put me on edge because the tenor of some of the remarks were depreciating
Jeremy as a person-just because he drove an old car that frequently caused
him trouble.

Finally, Jarod Paine said, "The car's a loser, and he's a loser."  Slight
laughter rippled around the room.

I fixed Jarod with my steely blues; "Say something nice about Jeremy."

Jarod looked confused.  "He is a loser," Jarod insisted.

I put more steele in my blues and lowered the volume of my voice: "You can
do better."  "Try again."  I saw Jarod gulp.  Then a look of defiance
blazed in his eyes.

"He makes fun of you in class.  That's good for a laugh."  Some rather
nervous laughter followed.

"That little bastard has brass balls," I thought to myself.  But I burst
out, "At last- someone has wit enough to appreciate the "Jer and Ev Show."
More substantial laughter followed.

I turned to LaKeisha.  "Say something nice about Jeremy."

She looked thoughtful.  "He makes us laugh, gets us off to a good start in
the morning."

I turned to Paul.  "What can you add about Jeremy's positive qualities,
Paul?"

"If I'm down, he picks me up," Paul said.  I heard a murmur of agreement
run around the room.

Turning to Greg Dunwoodie, I just raised my eyebrows.  "Jeremy always seems
interested in what I think about things," Greg observed.

Now it was time to play my Ace.  I gazed at Susan Connolly.  "What can you
add, Susan?"  All the students turned to Susan.

She looked thoughtful.  "His family doesn't have much.  I think life at
home is hard.  I think it isn't just problems with money.  Some days it
seems as if we are the best thing happening in his life.  This would put
anyone down.  But as we all agree, he rises above it.  If you really listen
to him, you find out that he cares about us."

I addressed the class: "When you see Jeremy today, he will have had a bad
time, he'll be feeling down.  Would each of you who spoke to Jeremy's good
qualities this morning find sometime today to tell him just what you said
now?  If you're shy, just walk up to him, say it, and then turn around and
walk away."

"Why?" Jared challenged.

"To justify your existence," I replied.  "To build a relationship, cement a
bond, leave Jeremy better off than he was before you spoke to him," I spoke
with increasing rapidity as though I were rattling off a memorized list.
"Join the Good Guys.  Be a decent person.  Become a healer.  Learn how to
build a community and how that sense of community supports both you and
others.  These are good things, in case you are wondering."  I paused,
allowing the silence to weigh in just a bit.  "You have many strengths,
Jared- and a smart mouth to boot [soft giggles from the class and a slight
smile from Jarod].  Convert all that into being a leader.  Not everyone has
those abilities, but you do.  It will be one of the crimes of the century
if you don't develop that role."  I paused again, allowing a twinkle to
enter my eyes and a small smile to move across my face.  "If nothing else,
Halsey's curse will fall upon you.  The resulting torment will be great."
More soft giggles.  I allowed the ensuing silence to make its presence
felt.

"Now that we are pointed toward community, let's talk about these
introductory paragraphs that I am going to hand back."  I fixed them all in
a meaningful stare.  "We can do better."  They groaned.

Halfway through the period, Jeremy moped into the room quietly and took his
seat.  I should have sent him to the main office for a tardy slip, but I
decided we'd pass on that formality; he'd had a hard enough day.  After
class, as Jeremy moved toward the door, I saw LaKeisha put her hand on
Jeremy's elbow and say something softly to him.  He looked startled.  Then
she moved out the door.  I observed Paul moving up and speaking quietly to
Jeremy.  Then Jarod moved up and, putting his left hand on Jeremy's right
shoulder, ushered Jeremy out of the room, muttering all the while.  I
nearly laughed out loud.  The bewildered look on Jeremy's face was
priceless.  Those wonderful kids!

Quarterly grades were due in the main office tomorrow morning, so after
classes I decided to bite the bullet by averaging grades and recording them
on grade sheets before I trekked home.  Then I'd be free of that hassle for
another quarter.

I hated staying late at school not because I believed Michael Myers or the
latest villain in slasher movies haunted the hallways.  More because those
hallways should be filled with noisy students.  Instead, they stood eerily
silent.  Besides, I had taught long enough to have learned the hard way how
quickly noble causes like education can eat you up and then burn you out.
Staying too late at school was usually out of the question.  But if I were
honest, I would admit that the silence reproached me for having no real
life.  Better to be at home where creature comforts insulated me from
truths too painful to acknowledge.

Three hours later, I flicked off the lights in my classroom, thinking only
of arriving at home and having dinner.  As I passed down the short,
semi-dark hallway before reaching the long, hallway that would take me to
the stairs going down to the first floor, I thought I heard a scraping
noise ahead.  Another teacher who was staying late?

As I slowed for the turn in the hallway, I looked ahead to see what might
have caused the noise.  Only shadowed doorways of open but empty classrooms
met my eyes.  I shrugged my shoulders, moving on down the hall.  Halfway
down, a sudden flurry of movement broke out behind me.  An arm slid around
my neck as a hand planted itself over my mouth.  "What the hell," I
thought.  A mugging in the school?

I began trembling slightly, rather hating myself for suddenly betraying my
emotions.  A whisper near my ear sought to offer reassurance: "Don't be
afraid; we don't want to hurt you, Evan.  We just want to show you how much
we like you."

My captor was obviously taller, for my head rested just under the mystery
man's chin.  The hand over my mouth was large, sinewy, hard.  It felt like
a broad, solid chest behind me.  And I felt a hard knot in my captor's
crotch pushing into the small of my back.

"My buddy's wanted to sink his hard cock into your cute little ass for a
long time, so I'm just helping him out," the captor stated.  "You're a
lucky man cause my buddy's a terrific guy!  Got a nice dick too.  Here,
let's go in this classroom; it has tables."  He dragged me into the back of
the room.  Light from parking lot lamps entering the windows faintly
illuminated that area of the room.  I wasn't resisting much because I was
so surprised.  I would later realize that, uncharacteristically, thought
initially shut down, leaving only feelings in its place.

Continuing his whispered instructions, I heard the tall one say, "Put the
tape over his mouth."  A hand moved into my field of vision, plastering the
tape over my mouth as my captor's hand quickly moved off.  The tall one's
hand grasped the neck of my pullover, yanking it over my head.  Another
pair of hands shoved my hands together, binding them with rope.  I was
pushed up to a table and made to bend over it so that the upper half of my
body lay flat.  Suddenly hands pulled off my shoes and socks.  Then the
hands unfastened my belt and shoved down my slacks.  Then my briefs.  My
hard cock pushed up, earning a whispered exclamation.

"Look at his cock.  It's better than I expected."  ("Gee, thanks!")

While my captor still held me down, I heard what had to be "undressing"
noises behind me.

"Come over here, buddy, and hold him down while I get undressed," my captor
ordered.  I could discern that my second captor was shorter, but he was
surprisingly strong.  More sounds of undressing.  "Okay, little buddy.
I'll take over.  You get to work."

The tall one first pressed down on my shoulders, but then he started
running his hands up and down my back, not roughly, just enough to let me
know he wanted me to feel good.  His hands gave me goose bumps.  Meanwhile,
the shorter fellow had moved my legs apart, licking in long strokes up the
inside of my legs.  How cool the wet tongue tracks on my legs felt.
Finally, he licked my balls.  I couldn't help moaning.

"Hey, buddy, he likes it," exclaimed the tall one.  He leaned over more,
nibbling lightly across my shoulders, on the back of my neck, and down my
back.  "You liked the sketch of me, didn't you, Evan?"  I was so confused I
didn't answer.  "Didn't you, Evan," came the question more insistently.  I
managed muffled "Um-hmm" through the tape.

"You can't imagine how turned on I got imagining your reaction when you saw
the sketch.  I knew you'd get hard.  I didn't have any trouble keeping my
dick up 'cuz it was for you.  You helped my buddy out.  In fact, you're
probably responsible for our getting together."

The shorter one lay down on my back.  The feel of his bush tickling my ass
and his fat, hard cock filling my crack pushed another moan out of me.
They leaned together above me for a long kiss.  Breaking their kiss
briefly, the tall one whispered, "Hey, Evan, wish you could get in on
this."  They kissed again, rubbing my back and shoulders.  The short one
slid his cock up and down my crack.  Then he whispered, "Sometimes I think
you get hard in class when I catch you looking at me.  But you won't come
out from behind your desk so that I can see.  After one of our discussions,
I had to slide my notebook over my lap because you made me hard.  You cared
about me.  Major turn-on."

The shorter one moved off my back and knelt down behind me, nudging up into
my crotch from behind, forcing my legs apart even more.  His tongue laved
my balls, and then my cock, stopping to lick at the head.  Then he'd lick
back down my cock to my balls and then up my perineum, retracing its route.
Then his mouth got on my cock.  Sweet!  Something that was a cross between
a moan and an exclamation came out of the tape over my mouth.  Man, could
this kid give head from the back!  If he kept it up, I wasn't going to be
long for the game.

Then he moved back, pulling my cheeks apart.  He must have leaned over my
ass, for I heard him breathe in deeply.  Then it was his turn to moan.

"What is it, Little Buddy?

"You ought to smell this ass.  It's spicy.  It's a little sweaty too.  What
a turn-on."

The tall one ordered, "Hey, come up here and hold him.  I want a smell of
that before you get it all wet."  Precum immediately squirted out of my
dick.  I had never done that before.

The big one stuck his nose into my ass crack aggressively.  Lacking any
control, I let out a muffled squeal.  Then he was licking, then nibbling,
and then sticking his tongue into my pucker.  "Yeah, Little One, this pussy
tastes great."  I could tell by the flush of heat in my face that I was
embarrassed.  He began giving me love bites up the inside of my thighs onto
my cheeks and into my crack.  Pulling back, he commented, "I'm afraid we
can't stay here all night.  Better get out the lube and suit up."

As they exchanged places and I heard the shorter one setting out about
those tasks, the tall one leaned over, asking "You hurting, Evan?"

I pushed an "Uhn-uh" through the tape over my mouth.  "This isn't just for
us, Evan; it's for you too.  You have a nice cock," he said as he slid his
hand under me, lightly squeezing and caressing my dick.  "Nice ass too.  I
never made it with a man your age, but I'm loving it so far."  Then he
started licking the back of my neck and the tops of my shoulders.  I
couldn't help it-a shiver moved from my neck down to my toes.  Wow!

I felt the short one move his cock up to my pucker.  "I'm going to try not
to hurt you, Mr.  Halsey, but it will hurt a little at first."  He began
stroking up my legs and hips as he ever so slowly pushed his dick into me.
It popped in with a sharp, spiking pain.  A muffled cry sounded through the
tape.  He eased back a little.

The tall one leaned down to my ear, whispering "I wish I could take the
tape off your mouth so that I could slide my hot, hard cock into your
mouth.  You'd like it, Evan.  I'd teach you how a cock can make your mouth
and throat feel as good as it does your ass.  I'd coach you in linking the
feeling in your ass with the feeling in your mouth.  We'd make music.
Maybe next time."

At this juncture, the smaller one hit bottom.  The pain was ebbing, with a
hot glow remaining.  He slowly began pumping in and out of my ass.  As a
moan escaped his mouth, it seemed as though he couldn't quite control
himself.  Lying down on my back, hanging on tightly to my shoulders, he was
speeding up.  I suddenly clamped down on his cock with my ass muscles and
pulled him down on me as my ass gyrated in a circle.  Some combination of a
gulp, moan, and gasp popped out of him.

"What's wrong, little fella'," the tall one asked.

"I . . . I think . . . I think he's milking me with his ass," he managed to
get out.  The tall one just chuckled.

"W-e-l-l, Evan knows how to use his ass after all."

I hadn't done many more turns before I felt my fucker's cock grow large and
then stab into me as he bit my shoulder.  I reared back, surprised, as cum
shot out of me onto the floor.  I hadn't known I was even close to an
orgasm.  The longest moan I have ever heard poured out of the little
fella', accompanying the cum pouring into me.  "Man, this is hot," I
thought.  He lay on my back gasping as the tall one moved his hands up and
down the little one's shoulders.  We lay that way for a minute before the
tall one said, "Pull out, buddy; I want some of that pussy."  I felt
another flush move up my face, glad that they could not see it in the
shadows.

The shorter one pulled his cock out slowly.  I heard some soft sounds
behind me.  Then he was standing at my head, pushing down gently on my
shoulders as I heard the tall one behind me.  Other noises.  He was
probably putting on a condom.  "No need for lube.  I think my little
buddy's cum will be great lube."  I felt his cock move rather aggressively
up against my hole.  Then he pushed in just as aggressively.  More pain,
followed by a grunt.  "Hey, Bud, sliding my dick into your warm cum is a
rush!"  When he hit bottom, he paused, leaning down to my ear.  "You okay,
buddy?"

Wow!  I was a buddy too.  A managed a muffled "Um-hmm."

"I want this to be good for you, Evan.  Both my buddy and I do," he offered
as he started pumping into me.  I heard him licking his hands.  Then he
reached around in front of me and grabbed my hard cock with one wet hand
and encircled my balls with the other.  He used his own pumping action to
pump my cock through his slick hand.  "Hot, Evan?  Does this fuck beat all
your fantasies up to now?"  It did.

The little one began nibbling across my shoulders as the tall one had done.
That, added to the tall one's hand action, and his intensely pleasurable
pumping was moving me rapidly to another orgasm.  I clamped down on his
cock.  He couldn't help it, a moan escaping from his mouth.  "You little,
devil!  Think your going to bring the master to his knees, huh?" he
whispered.  He lowered his ass down below my hole and began undulating up
into me, causing my prostate to send bolts of pleasure through me.  Now it
was my turn to moan.  He chuckled.  Every third or fourth time, he would
flatten himself up against my ass and pull my cock and balls back against
him.  He was increasing the total surface of his and my flesh touching.
The pleasure made me shudder.  He chuckled again.

The little one chuckled too, asking "Are you doing your Monster Pump?"

"Yeah.  He loves it as much as you do," my fucker answered.

I felt his cock expanding.  So I clamped down one more time, sliding my ass
back and down, checkmating him with his own monster pump.  I heard a gulp.
Then he lunged into me, pumping my cock furiously and pulling down hard on
my balls.  The lunge produced a spiking pain deep inside my ass.  I knew he
was shooting his come in me.  But he didn't stop jerking me off.  I could
feel it coming from the point of pain, spreading out in me.  All of a
sudden my back arched involuntarily and I shot again, nearly catapulting
the tall one off my back.  We kept moving for half a minute.  The little
one bent over and kissed his buddy.  Then he bent to the side and kissed
the tape over my mouth.

We were spent.  But finally the tall one rose up and pulled out of me,
stumbling just a bit as he stood up.  He slapped my ass, laughed, and
whispered, "You are one, sassy little piece of pussy, Evan."

I heard him dressing.  Then he moved up to my head, taking the short one's
place while he dressed.  I heard him gathering up some things.  Then the
tall one knelt down into my field of vision.  He was joined by the short
one.  It was the first time I had seen their faces, but there wasn't much
to see.  They had the bills of ball caps pulled down low over their faces,
and bandanas covered the lower halves of their faces, making them look like
bandits.

"That was a beautiful fuck, Evan.  I think it was for you too," observed
the tall one.

"Yeah," the smaller one whispered.  "I usually get fucked, but if I was
going to fuck someone, I wanted it to be you.  I owe you a lot.  I hope you
think I paid you back some of it.  I wearily shook my head up and down.

"You okay?" the tall one asked.  Again, I shook my head.  While he removed
the rope from my hands, he whispered, "You like us, Evan, so you'll give us
a little time to get out of here.  We didn't hurt you; we would never do
that.  We showed you that you count with us.  Please don't get us in
trouble.  You know it had to be this way, don't you?"  I shook my head in
the affirmative.  "Are we tight, then?" he asked.  Another affirmative head
shake.  The small one slowly peeled the tape off my mouth and pressed his
soft warm lips to mine, running his tongue along my dry lips before moving
back.  I suddenly understood how good a first sip of water feels to a man
driven crazy by thirst.  Then the tall one moved his warm lips onto mine,
slipping his tongue between my lips until it found mine.  After a few
seconds, he pulled back.

"We'll have special plans for you next time, Evan," he said.

(To be continued.)