Date: Mon, 21 Sep 2009 12:13:26 -0400
From: Jade <phantomscorpio77@gmail.com>
Subject: Gay/High School : In This Cruel World 10

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>>).:.(<<


In This Cruel World


*Benji narrates*

In the week between Valentine's Day and his 16th birthday on February 29th
2000 Duncan came out to all our friends.  It's almost like nothing has
changed.  Most people it turns out suspected him to be gay already and it
never got in the way of things.  I'm so proud of him and jealous at the
same time.  I don't want to be known as gay like Duncan or Adam Reid, even
though people still like them.  I just can't.  It's not for me; it's not
how I think I can survive.  While I envy the crap out of their decisions I
just can't follow suit.  And besides that, I'm not even sure I'm gay
anyways.

On the subject of Adam, he's the reason I quit swimming and waterpolo, and
tried to get Duncan to as well.  I can't stand that he got Duncan's
virginity.  The other reason is that it's a lot like soft-core porn.  Naked
guys before and after in the change rooms, scantily clad hot asses, ample
bulges on the guys and firm breasts on the girls barely covered by shreds
of lycra on deck and in the pool.  But here's the thing; guy or girl, it
does the same for me I'm ashamed to say.  Then one look at Duncan and I'm
faced with the impossible hope of hiding an erection in my speedo.  No, I
want nothing to do with any sport that puts my state of arousal on such
display.

At school on Monday following the coming out party Duncan threw for
himself, while playing cards in the cafeteria with a group of friends our
resident loud-and-proud self proclaimed `queen' of the school approaches
us.

Evan Marshall has no tact at all, "Duncan, hey there stud!  I heard the
wonderful news.  So now that you're officially family, do you want to be my
boyfriend?"

The kid really irks me, and practically everyone in the school.  This is
just an example of why.  He has to trail-blaze his way to Duncan the first
opportunity he gets and be the first to ask him to be his boyfriend.  While
Duncan may be new to being out there is too much `heat' on him.  I don't
expect that any other gay dude at school will be blowing their cover by
asking him out today or any time soon.

As for dating Evan?  Just because Duncan's out now doesn't mean he's lost
his senses!  Evan's all political and in-your-face; Duncan's still the same
as he was yesterday.  He really doesn't want to be gay or straight around
here, heeding Yvonne's advice he just wants to be a normal kid with his
friends.  He has all he needs right now and when he does want a boyfriend
it won't be front page news.  And it definitely won't be Evan.  When it
happens, even if I should be able to see it coming from miles away I'm sure
it will come as a shock to me, because I want him to want me.  I'm in love
with the idea that he's in love with me.

What's that saying; discretion is the better part of valour?  Getting up
from his chair to face Evan, Duncan tries discretion, "Wow, thanks Evan.  I
appreciate the thought, but I'm sorta just happy for now that my friends
support me.  I've got a lot of catching up to do with them now that I'm not
hiding it from them."

Evan gets loud, "Well let me know when you want a real man."

Everyone at the tables all around turn and look at us as Evan turns his
back and storms off.  Kimi pulls Duncan back down to his chair and gestures
to everyone, "What?  Would any of you date Evan Marshall?  Just because my
boy is gay doesn't mean he's a princess too!"

Duncan punches my brother and in an angry hushed voice lets him have it,
"Thanks Kimi.  Thanks for standing up and announcing to the whole school
that I like dick!"

"I didn't stand up," Kimi argues.

Richard shrugs his shoulders at us, "Dick shmick.  He's got you there
Duncan, he didn't stand up."

"Fine.  Whatever.  Anyhow, my mom's booking the arena for my birthday,
sweet sixteen finally," Duncan says and tosses his one remaining card on
top of the pile.  Poor Cameron takes four hearts and the queen of spades!

"Sweet sixteen my ass!  You're only turning four leap boy," Katy says.

Duncan hits her where it hurts, "Yeah?  Say that when I get my learners
permit and you want a lift to the mall!"

She retorts, "Just because your parents have a car doesn't mean they'll let
you drive it!"

Duncan loves to do voices.  He's really good at it too, not that I let his
ego know it.  He offers his best impression of our parents Finnish accented
English, "No?  Mom's taking me to my learner's test next weekend!  That's
right.  And who doesn't get to drive her parents car?  Hmmm, who could it
be?  Your boyfriend has his learners permit.  Cam?  Nope his parents trust
him.  Richard?  His hippie tree-hugging parents believe in saving the
planet with public transit.  Kimi's too young and Yvonne's mom doesn't have
one yet either.  Who's that leave?  Oh I know!  That would be you Xadia!"

Cameron turns to Richard, "Dude, I think you just got dissed by the son of
a real tree hugger!  I mean tree doctor!"

Katy mouths the words `blow me' to Duncan.  In response he points to
himself and mouths back `gay'.

As Jase walks by with a hot dog in one hand and his guitar in the other
Duncan gets up from the table, "Saved by the bell, see ya'll later.  I've
got some strings to pick.  If ya wanna hear us do some Izzy Stradlin you
know where we'll be.  Jase finally conceded that Izzy after Guns 'N Roses
is still a musical genius!"

"Nah, but say hey to Jase," I salute as I shuffle the cards for Cameron to
deal.

>>).:.(<<

Duncan's birthday party is going to be Tuesday, February 29th.  Towards the
end of his shift the Friday beforehand I stop by the arena.  We planned on
using one of the ice pads while late night shinny takes up one of the other
ice pads.  On occasional days it's just Duncan and I that play as we want
time with just each other, and therefore don't always invite our friends
with us.

We undress and share a shower first, my ploy to see him naked for longer,
touching each other with our eyes but not our hands.  Once we begin suiting
up it's the usual pranks like him snapping straps on me and me keeping him
from getting his jersey on by holding it over his head and holding one of
my gloves under his nose.  For those that don't know, hockey gloves are the
worst smelling pieces of gear in the game.  They're an acquired scent, and
as much as sports gear is a fetish for me, gloves are still just too nasty.

Fully suited up to hit the ice we start wrestling alone in the change room.
We're pretty equally matched so things are never one sided.  Today with him
in my full nelson I manage to stuff his head into a pocket in his hockey
bag, trying to make him submit because of the smell.  Dumb idea there,
neither of us get put-off by this.  In fact it's got to be my biggest
turn-on.  We begin to grind instead as he rhythmically lifts his hips to
mine.  I release the submission hold on him and he flips me over onto my
back, on the ground.  He straddles me and continues humping me through our
equipment.  At first his face shows worry, like maybe I'm going to stop
him.  I flash him a smile and I can see relief instantly wash over him.
The grinding get more intense and the jerseys soon are off.  I love the
look of Duncan in his equipment and start kissing the exposed part of his
abs.

He reaches down to adjust a growing problem, "Aw fuck Benji!  The smell of
our equipment and the sight of you in yours is giving me a boner that's
really starting to hurt!"

As he tries to adjust himself I figure to get a hand in there too.  I'm a
little too over-excited and push the cup the wrong way, actually hurting
him a bit as we undress quickly, with the urgency of two very horny
teenagers.  In a flash I am deep-throating his man meat.  It's another
concession I've made to keep Duncan from straying from me.  We break this
off for more passionate kissing.  When I start fondling him he feels a
renewed pain.

"Why don't you put a cup back on?  That way we won't do any more damage," I
suggest.  My ulterior motive is that the image of him dressed in one is
what I've been getting off to for the last couple months.

"Sure, but how do I get off then," He asks.

I reach into his hockey bag and pull out his old baseball jock that I know
he keeps there.  It's a traditional jockstrap with a pouch for the big
yellow Bike banana cup, and straps that wrap around his legs and leave his
backside fully exposed.  I know he stores it in his hockey bag as a back-up
just in case he forgets to toss in his regular hockey one.  Duncan takes it
from my hands and slid into it as best he can while hard.  I rest him on a
mixed pile of our equipment, pushing our skates far to the side.

"Bend over the pile Dunc," I suggest.

He does as I say, one of our helmets sticking uncomfortably into his
abdomen.  I adjust the pile of equipment and he bends over it again as
instructed.  Clearly wondering what my intentions are, his face is nearly
buried in the seat of my well worn red CCM Supra pants.  He inhales deeply.

I ask, "Did you just smell my pants?"

He smiles, "Yeah.  Don't act all surprised; you know anything of yours
turns me on.  The sweaty crotch of your hockey pants that you've worn for a
couple years now?  Benji they're like winning the jackpot!"

Believe me; I'm not put off, "Fuck, that's hot!"

Jealousy for Adam prompted me to try and keep Duncan from straying from me
again.  As far as he knows I've recently developed a liking for it, but the
only reason I ever muster up the nerve to rim Duncan is that I want to
please him and I deeply need his affection.

Duncan squirms and thrashes around a lot as I poke and massage his hole
with my tongue.  Sensing what he likes I start to really suck on it rather
than just lick and poke with my tongue.

He can't contain it, "Ungh!  OMG! What are you doing?  Don't ever fucking
stop that!  Holy shit yeah!"

"Dunc, you smelling my pants like that, your face buried in the seat makes
me need to have yours," I say after a good amount of attention to his hole.

Duncan seems so relaxed under my ministrations.  I just take my time and
make him feel good because it makes me feel good in turn to please him.
Sucking on his hole with my tongue prodding him gives Duncan a series of
highs.  Almost like mini orgasms.  Everything is so right and we feel so
comfortable and peaceful while still horny as all hell with him bent over
our hockey gear.

I pull my tongue out and start to lick the area around his opening in long,
soft passes.  He's so relaxed that when I try a finger it goes all the way
in with no resistance.  He wiggles as I twist it around and move it in and
out of him.  I'd swear he's purring like a cat almost!  The feeling seems
to turn from comfortable to pleasurable when a second finger joins the
first.

"I have to tell you Benji; I could almost fall asleep under your tender
touch if not for the moans and grunts that I'm uttering!"

A note of need enters his sounds when I get a third finger spreading him.
I pull my fingers from him and start an assault on him with my tongue
again.  He shares, "Words can't do justice to the feeling."

I can imagine.  Duncan is incredibly sensual.  I don't know that by
comparison of experience with anyone else per say, I just know that when it
comes to being intimate he's very good at it.  I'm slowly realizing that
maybe I'm not so in control of things as I thought.  He just has this way
about him of evoking a desire in me, and that where he leads me, while I
may object at first, I know I want to follow.  He won't ever lead me astray
or do me wrong.  I could really love this boy.  I mean I do really love
him, but I could fall in love with him too if I'm not careful.

I pull away and leave Duncan feeling the cool air on the area I just
lavished attention on.  I can see goosebumps on his back.

Duncan looks over his shoulder as he hears me rustle in my hockey bag a few
feet away.  This moment is seared in both our memories with the intensity
of a thousand suns.  I pull out a condom and a sample packet of lube.

He cracks that smile again.  In a soft, sweet voice he asks, "Whacha
planning there bucko?"

I'm quite unsure of myself but I want to do this for him, "Your birthday
present.  I want to give you my virginity for your birthday.  Do me the
honour Dunc and let me love you back?"

He rolls over and sits on the floor.  It's cold and disgusting, but he
doesn't seem to care, "C'mere."

I do as he bids me and he envelops me in a hug.  I think we both know that
if he could transfer all his love in one embrace that's exactly what he's
doing right now.

Urgently, but as sweetly as I can, I ask, "Can I try to make love to you?"

(That's what we called it then, and still do, not f**king, or anything
likewise demeaning.)

He doesn't ask me if I am ready or anything like that.  He just takes the
condom packet from my hand.  While he tears it open I dump out everything
from both of our bags and lay them on the floor, and spread out the large
towels across them.  Duncan lies down on the bed I've made for him and
stretches out, sighing contently.  I straddle him and slip my hard member
between his cheeks like a hotdog in a bun.  I've generously lubed myself up
for him already and my erection feels so good nestled between his cheeks,
slipping between them; the full weight of my body pressed against his.

Duncan can't even be bothered to remove the cup or jockstrap.  Either that
or he knows I want him in it.  He confirms the latter, "I want you to ride
me until I shoot without touching myself!"

I kiss his neckline, lick up his spine and nibble on his earlobe that's
turned my way.

I gradually build up the nerve to stop the simulation and get to it.  After
reaching over him to grab the condom I fumble around for a while, first
it's backwards, then it's loose at the end.  Oh well, at least it's on.  I
grab the lube packet to make things go smoothly.  Wow, they sure don't give
you much, I've already used it all before I put the condom on.  I mention
this, "That's all there is.  Don't give you much, eh?  That's enough
right?"

He nods to me that it's fine.  Twisting back to kiss me he says, "Benji, I
couldn't care if you just injected a litre of lube up me or plan to ride me
dry.  I'll be just fine because you're about to claim what I've long ago
signed over the deed to you for.  That's right, no matter what I did with
Adam, I long ago promised myself that no matter where or when, if you want
this, it's all yours.  I'll even tattoo it there for you, `exclusive
property of Benjamin Hannu Hartkainen'.  I love you."

As he feels the presence of my body over his again I let out a satisfied
sigh, "I love you too Dunc.  Happy birthday Baby."

In I go, slow and easy, surprisingly against no resistance.  It's a perfect
fit if I do say so myself when I bottom out.  I wish I had a camera to see
this; my chest is pressed just below his shoulder blades as my hips rise
and pull back, then fall down in a forward motion until I'm buried to the
root in him.

Over and over our hips work their magic as I kiss the slightly salty nape
of his neck.  He wraps his arms around mine so that his hands are on top of
mine, spreading my fingers apart and lacing his between mine.  We're far
from quiet to start, and we get louder as we go.  I can last, for my very
first time I'll give myself that.

The condom keeps slipping because of the pool of lube in it, and I'd really
like to feel him naturally so I let it fall off and onto the floor,
brushing it aside.  When I'm just going easy he tells me, "Oh Benji, your
manhood is just so comfortable and satisfying in me.  It's perfect.  You're
perfect."

I guess that's a good thing, but it really scares me so I start going
harder on purpose.  When I'm thrusting and hitting him a little harder the
angle changes and he comments, "Yeah, I know your penis was made for me;
it's way better suited for my g-spot than...never mind.  This feels so
perfect."

When I thrust downward like that it creates intense sexual pleasure for me
too.  For minutes it feels like I can blow at any moment but I'm not
falling over that cliff.  He echoes my thoughts, "I feel like I'm there
just from your actions alone!"

But he never quite reaches climax.  I have jerked off in bed at night with
hockey shorts he'd worn earlier in the day a few dozen times now, and he's
done the same after some convincing on my part.  I think it's hot and he's
admitted that his body tends to agree.  He gets me even hornier when he
fishes around for a jock.  His, mine, I don't know for sure, and don't
care.  When he gets a hand on one he puts it on the ground and buries his
face in the cup, the gasket creating a seal around his nose and face.  The
slight aroma is all the aphrodisiac he needs as he manages to wet the
inside of the cup he's wearing with intense blasts of his semen.

"Oh fuck Benji!  Oh yeah, oh fuck yeah!"

Hearing his orgasm I lean back and start slamming away harder than ever,
pumping into him with pure lust.  I stop dead on the way out as my orgasm
overtakes me.  My legs quiver against his buttocks and I collapse on him,
driving deep inside again.  I for sure know I can feel each convulsion of
his throbbing cock.  The orgasm is so intense for both of us; he groans
loudly.  Normally I just suck in a bit of air when he gives me a silent
blow job and I climax, but nothing is quiet about this.  I do believe I
make little yelping sounds as I shoot my load in his love chute.  With
hardly a pause I start slowly rocking again, "This is how much I love you
Dunc."

We last even longer this time until we can't take any more.  He raises up
onto his knees a little and frees his erection.  With his face still buried
in the same musky cup he blasts the floor with cum.  The pulsation as his
muscles contract and relax over and over again milks my second wad inside
him at almost the exact same time.  I wrap my arms around him and we
collapse on the floor under my dead weight.

I feel like the luckiest kid in the world as my sweaty and naked best
friend and I both try to capture our breath after letting me make love to
him.  I feel so good.  Not just the euphoria from orgasm either.  Is this
what love is; that I want to cry for joy because it feels so good with him
in my arms?

[to be continued]