Date: Sat, 8 Oct 2005 15:29:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Virtual Insanity <virtualinsanity78@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mack and JD 3

This story contains male/male consensual relationships of a romantic and
sexual nature.  If it is illegal for you to read this type of material, please
adhere to your laws.

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For my fans, please note that this story is not like my normal ones in
that there will be a running authoritarian theme and even a point of abuse
in this story. This is a much more sexual story than my usual as well. I can
assure that all ends well, though.

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			Part Three

	JD peered uncertainly down the row of lockers in the locker
room, down to where Mack was standing, talking to a popular kid and
laughing loudly.  JD quickly averted his eyes and started dressing for
gym class.

	Mack hadn't paid him the slightest bit of attention since he'd
stepped into the locker room.   So, JD had no reason to think that
what had gone on in the bathroom was anything more than a figment of his
overly active imagination.  No way had Mack Cardoni been on the
verge of locking lips with him.  Probably, the truth of it was that JD
had twisted things in his head to make himself think that Mack was
coming closer and closer to him.

	Sure, Mack had been touching him, but he was a touchy
feely kind of guy.  He had his arm around the guy he was chatting
with's shoulders at that very moment and nobody was batting an eye.

	It was all just JD's rapant hormones that were making
things out to be more than they really were.

	JD stood silently in front of his locker for a moment, then
headed up to the gym.  He was scuffing his sneakers lightly against the
glossy gym floor off to the side while the other guys goofed around,
talking and joking around, a few wer stretching or goffing off.  There
was a volleyball net set up in the center of the gym so it was pretty
obvious what the sport was going to be for the day.

	JD sat on the edge of the compact wooden bleachers and
sighed.  If all the guys showed up for class, there was no way he would
be playing and volleyball was one of the sports that he actually liked
and was relatively decent at.  He had played half of the summer with
his cousins when he and his mom had visited them in Miami.

	At least, his counselor Mr. Herrera would be glad that
he had actually managed to make it to class.  JD just hadn't been able
to imagine not going after Mack had said that he's see him in class.

	Which was stupid because Mack probably wasn't even
going to acknowedge his presence.

	Mr. Gilbert blew his whistle to get everybody's attention
and they kind of drifted into a little circle in the middle of the gym
near one of the nets to listen to his five-minute speech.  JD drifted
to the outskirts of the group, a little bit away from everybody else.

	"Today, we're gonna play volleyball," Gilbert said,
holding a white volleyball at his hip.  "How many of you have
played volleyball before?"

	Almost everyone's hand went up, except for JD's.  He
never really participated in the class and didn't want anybody to
think that he actually wanted to.

	"Well, volleyball was first known as Mintonette," Gilbert
went on, into his usual spiel.  "Invented by a YMCA director who
wanted to give the older members something a little less taxing than
basketball to play...."

	JD hid his amusement as the guys threw looks at each
other and shifted from one foot to the other as they endured Gilbert's
little lecture.

	"Okay, today's team captains are the guys who we
chose as MVPs in basketball last week.  Cardoni and Shane.  I
want you each to choose eight team members, two being alternates
for when someone gets tired or whatnot. Heads or tails?"

	Mack and Rick Shane stood near Mr. Gilbert.

	"Heads," Mack called and Mr. Gilbert threw up a coin and
smacked it into his palm when it landed.

	"Heads it is, you're choice, Cardoni," he said and Mack
looked around, surveying his choices as if he didn't already know
exactly who was in the class and who he wanted on his team.

	"Uh - Eddie," Mack said.

	"Todd," Rick said in response.

	JD started to tune the rest out, inching his way back
towards the bleachers when he heard his name called out.  He looked
up quickly and everybody was looking at him.  JD peered curiously
at the group.

	"Huh?" he asked and Mack sort of sneered-grinned at him
and jerked his thumb towards the group of guys that were lining up
to his left.

	"You're on my team," Mack said and an electric feeling
went through JD.  He walked over to stand on Mack's right, lined
up with the guys he would be playing volleyball with, his heart pounding
erractically in his chest.

	He half-listened as the rest of the teams were chosen and
Mack huddled them together to talk over his strategy and the pressing
need to beat Rick Shane at all costs or the fact it was every one of
their simple asses.  JD nodded along with the other guys and then found
himself on the front line on Mack's team's side of the net.

	JD gave himself a pep talk, to focus himself because he knew
that even if Mack didn't want to kiss him, he might actually want to be
friends or at least speak to him and if he didn't do a decent job at
volleyball that opportunity might be gone.

	JD tensed as the ball was served and volleyed back and
forth by some of the taller guys, waiting for it to come sailing in his
direction.  When it did, JD spiked the ball with every ounce of strength
in him.  The verocity of the move shocked the other team and no one
recovered in time to even attempt to return the ball.

	There was dead silence for several moments.

	"It's game time, baby," Mack's voice came booming out of
nowhere and he came forward and slapped JD roughly on the ass before
walking by the net, making faces at the other team.  That broke the silence
and everyone either started laughing or prepping for the next serve.

	JD breathed a relieved sigh, but immediately tensed for the
next round of play.  Some of the taller guys volleyed for a bit and when the
ball came back in his direction, JD was able to tap it over the net so that
it barely entered the other team's domain before it went tumbling down.
One of the guys managed to graze it with the side of his fist but it went
out of bounds.  JD caught Mack's eye.  He was grinning approvingly.

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	JD stood in front of his gym locker and silently faced the
dilemma of the sweat-soaked t-shirt that covered him.

	Okay, so, the time in the gym had been more than awesome.
He had played his heart out and helped Mack's team beat Rick Shane's
hands down.  It was almost surreal to find himself walking next to Mack
down to the locker room, both of them shrouded by the rest of the guys,
with Mack practically leaning over him to talk shit at Rick Shane.  Mack
was a supreme spouter of bullshit and JD was distracted from his usual
thoughts by the crude banter between the two guys.

	It was only once they were in the locker room and he was
standing in front of his locker that he realized that everything wasn't as
usual.  He couldn't possibly perform his normal routine of dressing
quickly and dodging out of the gym before anybody saw him...or he
saw anybody for that matter.

	No, the t-shirt he wore was practically stuck to his skin
and there was still sweat dripping from his brow.  There was no chance
that he was going to get away from the shower room without everyone
knowing it.

	He stood there silently for a long moment, his mind racing
with the logistics of what he was going to do.  He had never taken a
shower in the shower room before, but he knew the layout.  It was
just a bunch of shower heads in a long and wide tiled room.  But if he
got one of the shower heads that lined the farthest wall, he would
not be facing anyone and would not run the risk of seeing anyone
naked...or risk anyone seeing him get hard in the shower because
there was no doubt in JD's mind, he was going to be rock hard the
minute he stepped in there.

	Once he got into the shower, he would wait until it was
completely empty before he left.  It didn't matter if he was late for his
next class, he had been late a thousand times before.

	He took the long beach towel his mom had given him for
class out of his locker and carefully stripped out of his gym clothes.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the towel was wrapped around his
lower half.  Soap in hand, he shut his locker with a loud click and
turned in the direction of the shower room.

	JD stepped carefully around the guys who were already
there, laughing or soaping up.  He fixed his eyes on the tiled floor
until he was at the back of the shower room.  He put his towel on the
hook on the wall that was designed for that purpose and turned on
the water.

	JD slowly lathered up, being careful not to go too fast, to
stretch out the shower so that it would last as long as he needed it to,
long enough for him to be the last guy in the shower room.  The heat
and steam from the shower coupled with the sounds and smells of the
other guys had JD's cock pulsing and he held his left arm carefully near
his hip in case the guy next to him should glance over and notice that he
was getting turned on.

	JD was relieved when the shower room grew quieter and
the guy next to him left.  He took a quick glance over his shoulder
around the shower room.  There were still a few guys in there, but it
wouldn't be that long before the place was empty.  JD felt semi-relief
course through him.  He might actually make it out of there with his
dignity intact.

	The relief was short-lived when he felt someone step up
to the shower head next to him, when he felt the towering presence of
Mack Cardoni right next to him.  JD bit his lip and held his breath as
his dick pumped full of blood and stretched up against his navel at full
attention.

	"Shit," JD mumbled to himself, his left arm like a vice by his
side, hoping vainly to shield himself from Mack's eyes.

	"What was that?" Mack asked over the spray of the water,
leaning in JD's general direction.  JD blanched, half-turned away from
Mack.

	"N-nothing, man," JD managed to reply, his eyes glued to
the tile in front of him.

	Mack leaned back a bit, soaping up quietly beside JD.  JD
was almost immobile, although he managed to move his right arm
half-heartedly across his chest, swiping the bar of soap against his
skin futilely.  The sounds of the shower room were dying down to
near silence.  Spray after spray was turned off and JD prayed silently
that Mack hurried his shower and left with the rest of the guys.

	No such luck.  The silence seemed to creep and stretch
and extend itself until JD was positive that they were the only two
people left there...and Mack still stood there, naked under the spray
of water beside him, less than a foot away.

	JD risked a peek, the swift slide of his hazel eyes in the
general direction of where Mack stood and his insides clenched when
he noted the fact that Mack was standing there, staring at him.  His
heart pounded painfully against his chest.

	"Let me see," Mack's voice was gently demanding and
JD was sure that his brain was playing cruel tricks on him.  He ventured
a full glance at Mack and found the other guy's eyes on his face.

	"W-what?" JD asked shakily.  Mack's eyes ran down the
entire length of his body, devouring.  JD had never seen that look in
anyone's eyes, like he was being eaten alive.

	"Show me," Mack demanded and JD stared at him, quietly
scared out of his mind.  He turned a tiny bit, just enough for Mack to
see the ripped length of his dick springing up against his belly.  Mack's
nostrils flared.

	"I do that to you?" Mack asked and JD stood stiffly,
wondering if the look meant that Mack was turned on, too...or if Mack
was really going to beat his ass this time.  JD nodded silently.

	"Stroke it for me," Mack requested, in a tense, steely
voice that JD had never heard him use before...except maybe in the
boy's restroom earlier that day.  JD uncertainly put a shaky hand on
the length of his cock, holding it.

	Mack stood quietly for a few long moments.

	"Stroke it," Mack's voice was a muted roar and JD's hands
began to move slowly, uncertainly at first over the pulsing length of flesh.
After the first few strokes, JD felt a sense of calm, a sense of separation
from himself.  It was as if he was living in a dream, not really connected
to what he was doing.  It was as if Mack wasn't really standing there,
but that JD was in his own room, pumping his cock and using conjured
images of Mack, pretending that Mack was there, breathing unsteadily
beside him, whispering encouragement at him.

	"I want you to shoot a load against that tile, JD, but not until
I say so," Mack's voice was hypnotic.  JD grunted in response, his mind
no longer processing the fact that they were standing in the gym shower
room, only that Mack was there, looking at him, his voice getting husky
from watching JD.  JD's knees began to quake and his toes started to
tingle.  He was so, so close.  His breathing was shallow, unsteady and
completely uneven.

	"Not yet," Mack told him firmly and JD's hand slowed ever
so slightly.  "No, no, no, JD.  Not slower, faster."

	JD whimpered as he sped up his jacking motions, his legs
quaking beneath him.  He couldn't keep his eyes closed any longer.  The
hazel eyes flashed over at Mack, desperate and incredulous.  Mack's
almost black eyes dilated.

	"Please," JD's voice was hardly above a whisper.

	"Shoot it," Mack relented and JD did, in large rapid spurts
that hit the tile with unrelenting force, then slowed just as quickly.  JD
gasped and shuddered.

	"Mack, fuck, man what's taking you so long, bring your
ass on," a voice called from the shower room entrance and Mack
glanced nonchalantly over his shoulder.

	"Can I get clean, motherfucker?" Mack asked, lifting an
eyebrow.

	"Yeah, man, fucking meet me in the cafeteria," the guy
said and Mack turned back after the guy was gone.  Mack reached
up and turned off his shower head, and then JD's.

	JD stood there, trembling not sure how he was supposed
to act now that his secret was out and the deed was done.

	Mack reached up and grabbed his own towel, then
walked to stand behind JD.  JD barely dared breath as Mack's huge
pulsing dick brushed against the small of his back and the very top of
his ass as Mack closed in on him from behind.  JD's eyes closed at
the feel of Mack's mouth closing around the skin at the base of his
neck and top of his shoulder.  Mack kissed him, sucked the skin
there quickly in a brief motion.  By the time JD had opened his eyes
and turned around, Mack was walking toward the the shower room
door, his towel wrapped around his waist with his usual long stride.

	JD leaned against the tiled wall, breathing erratically.  What
the fuck had just happened?
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