Date: Thu, 24 Aug 2006 15:59:07 -0400
From: Ronyx <ronyx@woh.rr.com>
Subject: A Different Road   Chapter 3

The following is a work of fiction. Any similarities to anyone are purely
coincidental. The story is intended for a mature audience. It may contain
profanity and references to gay sex. If this offends you, please leave
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A Different Road          Chapter 3



I had missed my first period class when I finally arrived at school. I
sat outside in my car for a long time deciding whether or not I wanted to
go in. I knew that eventually I'd have to see Brett. We did share a
third period government class together. We sat in the back and usually
talked after we'd been given the assignment. We also shared fifth period
chemistry where we were lab partners.

I wasn't looking forward to seeing him. I had probably spent one of the
most miserable nights of my life after he walked out. He probably never
even gave it another thought. He had no idea what his words had done to
me.

I stopped by the office and got a tardy pass to class. The secretary made
a lame joke about having a heart attack since this was the first time
she'd ever seen me in the office. Even Principal Woodruff came out and
made a crack about me having an early case of senioritis. Normally, I
would have joked back, but this morning I just wasn't in the mood.

I might as well have stayed in my car a few minutes longer, because I was
only in second period about five minutes. The teacher called me aside and
asked if everything was alright. Man. Come to school tardy one time in
four years and everyone makes a big stink about it. There are students
who come to school late every single day and no one says shit to them.

I walked slowly to third period. I knew Brett would be there and I just
didn't know if I could face him yet. He'd probably think I was acting
like an ass just because he said he didn't want to hang with me anymore.

I wish I hadn't gone. When I walked into class I looked in the back for
Brett, but he wasn't sitting where we usually sat. I then saw him
sitting in the front row beside Cindy. He was whispering something in her
ear and she was blushing. He looked over his shoulder and noticed me. He
smiled meekly and nodded. I frowned and went to the back of the room and
took my usual seat. I looked over at the empty seat beside me. I put my
head down on the desk and went to sleep. It was better than sitting in a
classroom full of students and crying.

I was startled when the bell rang. I had actually slept all period. I
guess the lack of it the night before had finally caught up with me.
After grabbing my book bag, I watched as Brett and Cindy left the
classroom- arm in arm. He looked back once and nodded. I just looked
away.

If he was going to travel down a different road with someone else, I sure
as hell didn't want to travel it behind them. He could have said
something to me, given me a reason why. No. Instead he hid it behind my
back. He didn't say anything about liking Cindy. I should have figured
it out that night at her party, but I guess I was too blind.

I also knew that Brett was probably straight. We'd had a lot of sex over
the past few years, but thinking back it was always me who usually
instigated it. I think Brett just went along because he didn't want to
hurt my feelings. I knew now I was just a substitute until the real thing
came along.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Brett was bouncing around the room like a kid. We had just celebrated his
fifteenth birthday by going to a water park with a bunch of our friends.
Afterwards, my parents had invited everyone back to my house for pizza,
cake and ice cream. He still hadn't settled down from the excitement of
the day.

It was late at night and I was trying to get him to go to bed. I had
planned his `special' birthday present for weeks. He had been asking me
for the past several months to let him fuck me. He said he wanted to know
what it felt like. I had been too scared because I thought it would hurt
too much. Brett has a large cock, almost seven inches long and very
thick. I often had trouble sucking him. I couldn't imagine putting it in
my ass.

But I'd been preparing for weeks for this special night. I'd been
sticking my finger in my ass when I took a shower. I always got hard and
usually ended up shooting a load of cum down the shower wall. I had
gotten to where I really enjoyed the feeling. I couldn't wait to finally
surprise Brett.

"Let's play a video game." He said excitedly, sitting down and turning
on the computer. He grabbed the controls to my Xbox and put in a disk.

"No, Brett." I pouted. "Let's go to bed. I want to give you my
birthday surprise."

"What?" He looked over at me curiously. "I thought I'd already gotten
all my presents."

"Not this one." I turned around and dropped my shorts and rubbed my
ass.

"Oh!" He screamed. "Hell, yeah!" I continued to undress while he
watched. I did a slow strip tease. When I was naked I walked up to him
and turned around, putting my ass in his face. To my surprise, he spread
my cheeks and began licking around my hole. I grew hard instantly. He
reached around and started stroking me slowly.

"Wait!" I warned. "If you don't stop, I'm going to cum right now.
You'll ruin your birthday surprise."

He stood up and began undressing. I went over to the bed and lay down
watching him. Brett is masculine, nothing feminine about him. He stands
6'1 and weighs 175. We both play football in the fall and baseball in
the spring, so we are both pretty buff. There is no body fat on either of
our bodies. I'm just an inch shorter and five pounds lighter.

The thing that I've always found sexy on Brett is the hair on his body.
He's not hairy like an ape, but he has just enough to be attractive. He
has a patch on his chest that works its way down his body until it
reaches his pubic hairs. Every time we have sex I always start by licking
his nipples then running my tongue down his body. He also has large hairy
balls which I love to take in my mouth and roll around. He moans so loud
when I do this I'm often afraid my parents will hear us.

"How do you want to do this?" He said excitedly as he walked over to
the bed stroking his hard cock.

"I don't know." I was beginning to wonder if I'd made the right
decision after looking at his cock waving in front of me.

"Lie down on your stomach." He said. "You got any thing like Vaseline
or something?"

I opened up my dresser drawer and pulled out some hand lotion. I had been
using it to practice. It wouldn't raise suspicion if my mother came
across it while cleaning my room. I handed it back to him and he applied
some on my ass. He slowly worked it around my hole before he started to
insert his finger.

I had been doing it to myself for a few weeks, so I knew what to expect.
But he suddenly stuck his finger deep into my ass and I saw stars. I had
never felt anything like it before. I thought I was going to blow a load
all over the bed.

"Feel good?" He asked as I moaned and pushed myself deeper onto his
finger.

"Mmmmmmm!" I couldn't even say anything. He stuck another finger into
my ass and I moaned louder.

"Shhhhhh!" He warned. "Your parents are going to hear us."

"Do it now!" I told him. He applied some more lotion to my ass and then
rubbed some on his hard cock.

"Ready?" He said as he lined himself up to my ass. I nodded my head.

"Damn!" I screamed softly as he pushed his cock in about an inch. I put
my face into the pillow so that I wouldn't scream from the searing pain.
Weeks of fingering myself had not prepared me for the invasion of
Brett's huge cock.

He took it slowly and inched his way in. I thought he was going to rip me
open. After about five minutes, I could feel his pubic hairs against my
ass. He was all the way in.

"You alright?" He sounded concerned. "You want to stop?"

"No. Not now." I turned and looked into his eyes. They were glistening
brightly. He obviously was enjoying his birthday present. "Fuck me, but
go slow."

He pulled it out about halfway and then pushed in slowly. The pain was
beginning to subside and I was enjoying the fullness of Brett's cock.
Every time he thrust forward I could feel him hitting my prostate. My
cock was getting hard once again. I reached down and started stroking
myself slowly.

"Damn, Corey." He said breathlessly. "This feels great. It's what a
pussy must feel like." It upset me to hear him say this, but I let it
pass. Here I was giving him my virginity and he was thinking about a
girl's pussy.

He started to fuck me harder. I moved back every time he pushed forward.
I wanted to give him an experience he would never forget. I loved having
Brett inside me. Like the first time I sucked his dick, it just felt
natural.

"I'm cumming!" He whispered in my ear as he leaned against my back and
gave a final thrust. I could feel his cock pulsing in my ass. I stroked
myself a couple more times and unloaded onto the bed.

"Unnnggggg!" I yelled as I pushed myself into him one last time. He
reached around and grabbed me by my waist as he pushed forward for the
final time. He held me tightly for a minute as he caught his breath. He
slowly pulled out and I could hear a slight pop as he exited my ass. He
then slapped me on my right butt cheek.

"Thanks, Corey." He said with a smile. "That was the greatest birthday
present ever." He left the room and went to the bathroom. I heard him
turn on the shower. I reached around to feel my ass. It was a gaping
hole. I felt around and then checked my finger to make sure there was no
blood. All I found was Brett's cum oozing out of me. He returned a few
minutes later. I jumped up and went in to take a shit and then shower off
the mess. When I returned, Brett was sprawled out on the bed asleep. I
looked down at him as he lay sleeping with a small smile across his face.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Lunch was next, but I didn't feel like eating anything. Besides, where
would I sit? For the past four years Brett and I always sat together with
some our football buddies. It would seem strange for me after all these
years to just sit down at another table by myself.

Since it was nice outside, I decided to go out and find a quiet place. I
found a shady spot under a tree and lay down, closing my eyes. After
about ten minutes I heard someone sit down beside me. My heart starting
pounding because I thought it was Brett.

"You ok?" I recognized the voice. It was Charlie.

"Are you stalking me?" I sounded irritated, but it was actually meant
as a joke.

"You wish." She laughed. "Seriously, are you ok, Corey?"

"I've had better days." I still hadn't opened my eyes, but I could
feel her looking at me.

"Wanna talk about it?" She asked.

"No. Why would I want to talk to you?" This time I was irritated. Who
was Charlie to be prying into my personal business?

"Because you're hurting." She said. "And I hate to see friends get
hurt." I felt her put her hand on my chest and gently rub it. I opened
my eyes and she was sitting close beside me with her legs crossed in an
Indian position. She smiled timidly when I looked up.

"Hey." She smiled. "You wanna blow this joint?"

"Sure, why not." I don't know why I had agreed. I'd been thinking
about cutting out but didn't know where to go. At least with Charlie I
wouldn't be alone.

"Hungry?" She asked.

"Not really." I replied.

"Well, I am. Come on." She held out her hand and I took it and she
helped me to my feet. She took my arm and led me to my car. When we got
there, she held out her hands wanting my keys. I tossed them to her and
got in on the passenger side. We drove in silence. I put my head back and
closed my eyes. About ten minutes later we pulled up outside the
Hamburger Derby, one of the favorite teen hangouts in town.

We sat down in a booth and the waitress came over and took our order. She
eyed us suspiciously. I don't know if it was because she knew we were
cutting school or if she just thought we made an odd couple. Me, the Mr.
Cleancut poster child; and Charlie, complete with freckles and red hair.
Today she was wearing a rainbow hat and purple tee shirt with orange
pants. Need I say anything more?

"He dumped you, right?" She asked. It was more a statement than a
question, though.

"What are you talking about, Charlie?" Again she was beginning to
irritate me.

"You know who." She carefully examined my face. "Mr. Wonderful. I
wondered how long it would take you to realize what was going on."

"I don't know what you're talking about." I said angrily.

"Come on, Corey." She said softly. "I've watched you for the past
three years following around behind him like some loyal puppy. I was
wondering when you'd find out he wasn't interested in you."

"You`re full of shit." Tears were beginning to run down my face. She
took a napkin and reached over and wiped them away.

"You've heard all the rumors about me, right?" She asked. I nodded my
head. "Well, they are true. I'm a lesbian. I felt that you were
probably gay too. I could also tell that you are deeply in love with
Brett."

I just looked across the table at her. I didn't know what to say. I
realized that she had probably seen things that I had refused to see
myself. She reached over and took my hand and held it.

"But he doesn't love you like that, Honey." She said. "He's been
dating Cindy for about a month and you didn't even know it."

I got up from the booth and ran to the men's room. I ran into the stall
and sat down and burst into tears. Everything Charlie had said was true.
I had been in love with Brett for years knowing that he didn't love me
back. I was his best friend and he cared deeply for me, but he never
loved me. I sat sobbing uncontrollably when I heard the door open. I
thought it might be another man coming in to relieve himself, but then I
heard Charlie's voice.

"Corey." She said softly. "Come on out. Let's get out of here. I had
the waitress put our food in containers. Let's go find somewhere more
private."

I wiped the tears from my eyes and blew my nose. When I opened the stall
door, Charlie was waiting against the door, holding it closed in case
someone tried to come in. I walked over and turned on the water and
splashed it on my face. When I turned back, Charlie threw her arm around
my waist and walked me out of the restaurant. I sat in the passenger's
side while she again drove.

She drove us out to Kiser Lake about five miles outside of town. There
were a couple of picnic tables there. She parked and we walked over to
one and sat down. She put the container of food in front of me.

"I'm not hungry." I stated. I didn't feel like eating. I had no
appetite even though I hadn't eaten in over 24 hours. I put my head down
on the table and closed my eyes. I felt stupid crying in front of
Charlie. She opened up a container and started eating.

"I know how you're feeling." She said. "I've been dumped before
too."

"I haven't been dumped!" I screamed angrily. "He..he..just.." I
started crying again. "He just doesn't love me." I put my head down
and started sobbing again. I finally had admitted to myself the sheer
reality that all these years had been a pipe dream. I always thought that
I could have enough love for both of us to keep us together. I was wrong.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Damn, Corey." Brett said as he lay stretched out across the bed.
"That's the third time you've made me come."

School was starting next week and I knew we wouldn't be getting together
as often. With football practice and homework, we'd probably be only
seeing each other on the weekends.

"I just want to keep you satisfied." I rubbed his hairy stomach.
"That's all."

"Keep me drained is more like it." He said sharply. "Hell, I can't
move now." He tried to get up from the bed and plopped back down. I
laughed. For the past two hours I had sucked him off once and he had
fucked me twice. He finally got up and stumbled into the bathroom. I
watched his well-sculpted ass as he walked across the room.

In the past few years we'd been fucking, he'd never let me do him.
He'd even complain if I tried to finger him when I'd suck him. I
didn't care as long as he was enjoying the sex. I'd do anything for
him.

I enjoyed pleasuring Brett. I knew that if I met his sexual needs, then
he'd be happy with me and wouldn't go looking for anyone else. He never
seemed to be interested in anyone, so I just assumed he was satisfied
with me.

He emerged naked from the bathroom and fell onto the bed. I grabbed his
cock and started stroking it.

"Can you cum again?" I grinned.

"Damn, Corey." He laughed. "You're a fucking horn dog. Don't you
ever get enough?"

"Never." I leaned in and took him in my mouth again. He came twenty
minutes later. It wasn't much, but it made me happy.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

We sat for about an hour without saying much. After a while we arose from
the picnic table and lay on the ground. Charlie was pretty intuitive. She
knew I needed someone to be around right now, but she also recognized
that I didn't want to talk much. So we lay on the ground quietly. She
said her head was getting sore, so she rested it on my stomach. It was
nice to have a girl friend whom you didn't have to worry about her
coming on to you; or worst- finding out you'd never come on to her.

"Um." She said softly. "This is nice. Julie and I used to come here
often."

"Julie?" I asked. We'd been talking about me, but I had never asked
her any questions.

"My ex." There was touch of sadness in her voice. "Long story."

"I've got time." I laughed. "What else is there right now?" I
actually felt like crying.

"We dated last year." She started. "One of those love at first sight
things. We saw each other for a few months."

"What happened?" I asked.

"She couldn't deal with it." She sighed. "Her parents were always on
her. They wouldn't let her see me. We just decided there was too much
shit going on, so we didn't see each other for a while. Soon she stopped
calling."

"Sorry." I took her hand and held it.

"Hey. Don't sweat it." She laughed. "I'm over it now. But it sure
sucked at the time."

"Tell me about it." I laughed and squeezed her hand tighter. She
squeezed back.

As if on cue, my cell phone started ringing. I looked at the caller ID.
It was Brett. I turned it off and laid it beside me.

"Mr. Wonderful?" Charlie said sarcastically.

"Who else." I said.

We lay there for about another half hour. School would soon be out and I
could go home. I'd already decided not to go to football practice. Brett
would be there and I didn't want to run into him. I figured a
confrontation in front of the whole team would be embarrassing. So I was
just going to go home. It was as if Charlie read my mind.

"Don't you have practice after school?" She asked.

"Yeah." I said. "But I'm going to skip."

"What?" She clutched her chest. "The great Mr. Singer is going to skip
football practice."

"Funny." I looked at her and rolled my eyes.

"What will Ellison High do without its star tight end?" She started
rolling around on the ground laughing.

"Shut up, Charlie." I was trying to hold back a laugh. "I'm a wide
receiver."

As soon as I said it I knew how she'd respond. She looked at me and
started laughing hilariously. I couldn't hold back. I burst out laughing
too. It was something that I thought I'd never do again.

"That's what I heard." She laughed. Neither of us could stop. I guess
there had been so much tension today that it felt good to let go.

I helped her up and we headed to the car. I turned my cell phone back on.
I looked and there were seven text messages. All of them said the same
thing:

Call me Corey! Please!

They were all from Brett.

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