Date: Thu, 28 Jan 2016 15:47:59 +0000
From: rob roberts <rr2254@hotmail.com>
Subject: D and J  7

D an J  7


This is a work of erotic fiction between two high school aged boys living
on a rather unique island.  If you are under age or object to this type of
story, please stop reading NOW.  It is a work of the author and may not be
used without permission.

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The next day, I was still hurt by what J had done to me. I always thought
we were pretty equal in our relationship. Well, not actually equal as I had
let J take most of the leadership role. I didn't mind and he seemed to just
assume he was in charge but I had no idea that he would react to my sex
experience with our teacher as anything other than just sex and play. After
all, boy on boy sex on the island was pretty common with all boys after
they were around 11 or 12. A lot was just jerking off but it wasn't
uncommon for boys to seek out willing partners to experiment with.  Even
straight boys, or those who said they preferred girls, jacked off, sucked
or got sucked or fucked or got fucked by other guys. It was just a way for
guys to get relief as none of them dared do that stuff with girls until
they were about to get married. It was illegal.

J's action last night were certainly a departure. I figured pretty much
that having a gay dad who had his own lover and the fact that J and I had
fooled around since we were kids was just normal. I was likely a very gay
boy because I liked what we did and had no interest in girls. Yeah, I might
want to try fucking someday and I didn't mind eating out a girl (rarely
though, and always be requirement as girls had great control over boys.)
That's probably why we really had no gangs and very little crime.

I just always thought I did what J wanted most of the time because I really
cared about him and truly loved him. I thought it was equal. I guess not. I
spent the day much less cheerful than usual.  J seemed to delight more than
ever telling me what to do.  He gave rather unfavorable looks at Mr. Smyth
when we worked. I think he actually told him he had to get J's permission
to do anything with me.

Being the more submissive one, I didn't protest much. I wanted j and me to
return to equals with respect for one another. I had to work on making J
trust me and I finally told myself to just do as J asked and not fight
it. I guess he need to be incharge more than me.

I had told my dad that I had to go to the school pool later to begin my job
as swim team assistant coach. I actually looked forward to it as I liked
most of the boys who were between 12 and 15. A few were kind of fun to play
with and I often did jack offs with some in school. Today though, I was
like their coach and it would be more business like.  I did tell J of my
plans and he said he would see if I could go depending on what was going on
at the resort. "There's a father and son here and the dad is introducing
incest to his kid. He asked if maybe one of the boys might work with him
and allow the kid to fuck the worker. He had never done it before and
wanted to learn the details of man on boy and boy on boy sex. I nodded but
said I would need to be at the pool by 1pm. His response was, "I'll see." I
looked at him strangely as he never said stuff like that to me. I asked J
if he wanted me to be the guy the kid practiced on. He smiled and said yes,
of course. There's some money in it.  For finding the job, I get 80% and
you get 20!" That wasn't fair! And I almost shot back a retort when J added
that as I was his now, he would decide the deals. He also said I wasn't to
do anything with anyone unless he said it was ok and then it was for money
only. Damn, he was thinking of me as a whore! Yes, maybe I was becoming a
whore but then J was too. Or at least that is what I thought.

I avoided J most of the morning.  I even had to tell my dad that we were
fighting as he noticed how I didn't speak to him. I didn't want to say how
he had treated me and secretly thought I should talk with J about what he
did and how I felt.

I went to the swim practice and got some of my confidence back. The boys
all seemed really glad to see me as did the head coach. The boys did
everything I asked of them and I worked them hard. I was not pleased to see
how some of the older boys treated the kid with the huge horse cock. They
made fun of him and said his cock could be a rudder it was so big. All that
kind of stuff pissed me off. I had a big cock too and I knew the kid wasn't
treated well by his mother. I didn't know much about his family.

I felt bad as he was so alone. It made me think of how I felt about J. I
was alone too in some ways. I knew the kid just wanted to be
accepted. Finally, I called him over as the other boys practiced their
diving. I asked him how he was. He kind of just shrugged his shoulders and
said he had had better days.  I broached the ridicule he had received from
the others and said not to worry. I would talk with them and point out that
maybe they were just jealous. He kind of smiled but said he wasn't sure if
he could stay. He said he wanted to be a part of it but the name calling he
got with no apparent way of combatting it were too much for him.

As the boys all gathered, I called him up and for their benefit,
complimented him on his swimming and how much he had improved. The others
smirked. Thankfully, they all seemed to admire me and said nothing. I even
put my arm around him. As I dismissed them from practice, I actually hugged
him and told him I would do anything to help him. He mumbled a thanks but
said he wasn't sure if he would return. I saw a real desperate kid. He was
only two years or so younger than me and I recalled getting some flack
about my dick when I was younger and had grown bigger then most of my
peers. He told me he could stay if I wanted him to practice more but I said
he should go home. "I guess." He said. I knew in some ways he didn't want
to though. I suggested he talk with his dad as I now realized he had a dad
at home. A sister too who was younger than him. "Dad can't help me much. He
gets the same thing at home from my ma and we both get it from my sister."

I looked at him strangely and a bit surprised. He told me his dad, a life
long resident of the island was a mechanic. I realized I had actually
talked to the man as he was the only vehicle mechanic around as we had so
few cars. "He's 30 now but ma and sis still treat him like me and keep him
naked. I recalled seeing him work on ATV's and a few cars and thought him
very nice.

The boy, Sean was his name, said he usually stayed close to his dad and
worked at the shop. "It's better than being in the house with the women."
He said.  I nodded, praised him again, and let him go. I put my arm around
him and said life would get better. He said I wish you were right but, I'm
not too sure about that. He gave me a weak smile and I said I would see him
in the after noon tomorrow.. He said, I'll probably try. Thanks for being
so nice to me.

I watched him leave as I gathered up the towels and equipment we had used
and put it away. I said goodbye to the coach telling him all had gone well
except I was a bit worried about Sean.  The coach said he understood and
said the kid had a tough life.

I wondered about him as I walked home. I was worried about Sean and still
had to face J and perhaps have a miserable day with him. I decided as I
walked home, I would have to stand up to him. I didn't want him whoring me
out and thought I had enough courage to tell him.

I got home, had lunch with Greg and Juan. They sensed I was a bit
unhappy. I told them nothing of my woes but said I worried about a kid on
the team. After lunch, Greg told me that J had been very quiet too. Had we
had a fight or something.?  I had a tear in my eye as I wondered if maybe
my ideal relationship with J was over.  I chose not to tell my buds about
what had happened. For now, only Rex knew.

I did some work around the resort. Dad had asked me to paint a privacy wall
that was there to allow guys to have sex on padded benches behind it. I
agreed although tired and painted it. I wondered where J was but decided
not to look for him. After cleaning up from painting, I went to the beach
to just think about my problems and a little about Sean.

I sat and didn't care that I had no towel or blanket, watching other guys
having fun on the beach. I could see some guys in the distance, probably
having sex and it made me almost want to get up and see what kind of luck I
might have. While cleaning up, I had looked over my body and felt that I
was turning out to be a pretty good looking guy. Not to be boastful, but
hey, I was good looking and cut!

As I sat on the beach, I suddenly felt a pair or hands on my shoulders. I
was startled from my daydreaming and quickly turned around. It was J and I
almost wanted to yell at him or maybe even punch him.

He dropped down close net to me and looked kind of sad. He started to speak
and I could tell, he had to choke back tears. This was different from his
usual behavior as he always showed great confidence. I stated to speak and
he put his finger to my mouth stopping me. He finally blurted out and
started crying, that he was a lousy piece of shit and had treated me so
badly. He apologized , still with tears running down his face. I was in
shock but stared at him not knowing how to react. He began to tell me how
sad he was and how sorry he was to treat me as he did. I started to speak
but he again put his finger to my lips, very gently but telling me without
words, not to say anything yet. I listened as he said he had been so
jealous of me, of my life , my relationship with my dad and now with
Mr. Smyth. He had gotten angry as he still was being used by his dad as a
fuck toy and was angry that I wasn't being treated like him by my
dad. "Everyone loves you and wants you. I felt I was losing you to others
and when you said Mr. Smyth made love to you, I lost it. I know I can't
regain your trust and love, at least not now, but damn it, I want to try. I
don't want to lose you, I want to marry you and be together for our entire
lives. Please try to forgive me. I will never do those things to you
again."

He looked at me almost like he was helpless. I said nothing at first but
then pulled his face to mine and kissed him. "Don't kiss me he protested. I
don't deserve your love or anything. I am a real prick and the guys all
told me as much." I knew Juan and Greg must had said something and he had
told them what he did.  I just looked at him .

"Please beat the shit out of me. I'm the real whore, not you. I don't
deserve your love or anything. I will understand if you don't accept my
apology but I I don't deserve you at all. Damn, you are so good to me. I
let you submit yourself to me and you just do it. I don't know how to
explain it but I hate myself for what I did. If it takes me forever, I will
work hard to make you forgive me if you ever can."

His tears rolled down his handsome face. I felt I was getting a boner. I
glanced down and I was!  He took my hands and asked that I make him do
something terrible to himself to show how much he would accept any
punishment I wanted him to have.

I didn't know what to say. Yes, he had treated me like shit but I really
still loved him like a friend, a brother and most importantly, like a
lover.

I finally found my voice and told him I forgave him. Maybe I shouldn't have
as I didn't make him suffer.  I pulled his face to mine and kissed him. He
continued to cry and I wiped his tears.

"I will never hurt you and don't want you to hurt me." I said. I want us to
be like the other boys here. We all know sex is just play but with you, I
always thought it was special- different than with others.  I will accept
your apology but I don't ever want to be treated like some whore
again. Will you agree to that."

He nodded through his tears and promised he would honor and respect me as
his equal.  "I want you to be my husband someday.  I will submit to you
like a wife should but wives deserve some respect too. I want that from
you."

He nodded and hugged me. He stood up and said we should go back to our room
so he could show me his intentions. I nodded and we got up and walked back
hand in hand.

I decided to tell him about my concern for my student, Sean. He for once
didn't laugh and call him donkey boy. He said he was a nice kid who
deserved to be treated as one. I was much happier now.