Date: Sat, 29 Oct 2005 09:12:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Virtual Insanity <virtualinsanity78@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mack and JD 4

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 Four

	JD's back was pressed against the bark of a tree as he sat in
the grass at the park behind his school.  After the bus had dropped him off
in front of the school, he had made his way stealthily around the tall, brick
building and quietly into the seclusion of his favorite hiding spot.

	He'd thought about it...what happened with Mack in the locker
room, and he was sure, despite the kiss and Mack's hardon, that things were
not exactly as they seemed.  No way could Mack Cardoni be gay.  He was
either bi or just looking for any hole that came his way.

	JD refused to be that hole.  Yeah, Mack made him horny as hell,
but JD watched tv and read books.  He knew what being horny could do to
a gay guy.  It could get you killed...or fuck up your life royally.  So, even if
Mack did want to play with him, JD had to think about the consequences.

	And when he was around Mack, all reasonable thought went
out of the fucking window, so he was hiding in the park.  At first it had been
ditching first period to get his thoughts together but it had evolved into him
spending the last four hours in a haze as he puffed joint after joint and thought
about what he was going to do about Mack.

	It was a given that Mack probably wasn't truly interested in
him...like the way that JD was interested in Mack.  How the fuck was he
interested in Mack?  JD couldn't figure it out.  He didn't want to find a
boyfriend.  He couldn't see himself holding hands and frolicking in the
tulips like a girl, but he didn't want to be somebody's conquest either.

	And with Mack it got even more complicated because he was
a hundred percent certain that one time was never going to be enough for
him.  If it was Mack Cardoni that he messed around with, he wanted more.
He just didn't know exactly what more was...just the thought of Mack
sent this clawing, aching feeling down his throat like he'd been without
food or water for a few days.

	His best bet was probably to leave Mack Cardoni alone.  If he
could just stay out of the guy's way, Mack probably wouldn't even remember
him or any of the stuff they had done in the locker room.  Mack probably
had pussy...and dick for that matter...lined up and waiting for him because
even though he wasn't the drop dead cute guy that Eddie Fischer or Todd
Langley were, there was something about him that immediately made
people think of sex.

	JD put out the dregs of his last joint and sat, blinking up at the
sky.  If he crashed for a few hours, he would still have time for the bus.

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	Mack had scowered the park behind school four times after
gym class in search of JD and he still hadn't caught sight of his frizzy head
and it was annoying him to no end.

	He had spent the last twenty-four hours thinking about the kid
and when JD hadn't shown up for class, Mack was livid.  He took it out on
Eddie during a heated game of floor hockey, but annoyance still coursed
through his veins.

	God, the kid was so fucking annoying.  From the way he
cowered back all the time to his habit of carrying his books under his arm
like some kid with a pocket protector in a science film.  Why did Mack
even bother?

	Even while the thoughts went through his head, Mack was
remembering the dusting of freckles across JD's nose and the way JD ran
his hands through his frizzled curls nervously sometimes.  Fuck, the look in
those hazel eyes when he was on the verge of exploding - the look that
JD had sent at him in the locker room the day before, all urgent and
pleading and wet.  That alone was almost enough to send Mack careening
over the edge.

	And Mack was keenly aware of the fact that the edge was very near.
Hadn't he been fighting all of the crazy feelings that JD caused him by
avoiding even the thought of the guy for the last few years?  So, why was
he scowering the stupid park like an FBI agent on the look-out for an
escaped convict?

	It barely made sense when he tried to think about it.  Deep inside,
though, he felt as if he was doing the right thing.

	As if to underline his thoughts, he spotted JD laying beneath a
tree a few feet away, his fizzy head, half-covered by a skull cap and his back
pack lying close by.  Mack walked silently over to him and stood over him.

	JD's cinnamon-colored skin was flawless underneath the afternoon
sun, the freckles that lined his nose stood out prominently in the bright light.
His full lips were slightly more brown than usual, darkened by the weed he
had probably been smoking before he fell asleep.  His jeans were a little too
big for him, the smooth-colored flesh of his lower stomach and the top of his
hip were visible where his jeans had slid slow and the t-shirt and sweatshirt he
was wearing had bunched up.

	Mack stared at that bare expanse of flesh for a long moment, his heart
pounding heavily in his chest.  It wasn't just that he wanted to touch the other
boy, that he desired him...but there was something feral inside of Mack at
the sight of JD lying there, it stifled the breath in his lungs.

	JD must have sensed something in his sleep because his hazel eyes
opened and he peered at Mack towering over him.  Mack watched the hazel
eyes dilate and focus, watched the flecks of green highlighted by the sunlight
reveal the stir of emotions inside of him; fear, desire, anger, fear.

	"Hey," JD said and moved to sit up, his slim shoulders hunching
together in a protective gesture.

	"You scared of me?" the words fell from Mack's lips before he even
knew what he wanted to say.

	JD's arms came up across his chest...defensively.  His eyes traveled
the length of Mack slowly, uncertainly, then he tilted his head towards the
ground.

	"A little bit," JD admitted, unable to hide behind a facade anymore.
He had been dreaming of Mack and now Mack stood in front of him.  Somehow,
the reality seemed more like a fantasy at the moment.

	"Stand up," Mack demanded and JD complied, slowly, eyeing Mack
warily as he did.

	"Have I ever threatened you or said I'd hurt you or some shit like
that?" Mack asked.

	JD shook his head.

	"Then why the fuck are you scared of me?" Mack wanted to know.

	JD shrugged, pressing his back against the bark of the tree, gently
searching for distance from Mack.  Mack's almost black eyes were unwavering,
focused on JD and unblinking.  JD shifted from one leg to the other,
uncomfortable under the close scrutiny.

	"When a person asks you a question, what do you do?" Mack asked.

	"Fuck you, man," JD said, almost a whisper.

	Mack took a few sudden steps, stealing the breath from JD's lungs.
He was less than an inch away from JD...the hulking mass of him enough to
block out the fact that JD even stood there if anyone chose to look.  He brought
up a hand and placed it on JD's shoulder.

	"When a person asks you a question, what do you do?" Mack asked
for the second time.

	"Answer it," JD said and his voice trembled.

	"Okay," Mack said...and the hand moved higher on JD's shoulder
until his fingers brushed the skin where JD's neck began, fluttering against
the place where JD's pulse sped.  The fear slicing through JD was twisted up
in some kind of strange desire and excitement.  JD pressed his lower half
as far back against the tree as he could, hoping fervently that the fact that
he had a raging hardon could be hidden.

	"So, if I've never done anything to make you feel threatened, why
are you scared of me?" Mack asked.

	JD swallowed hard.  He had to tilt his head back to look up at Mack's
face since Mack was so close to him.  He debated what he would say for a long
moment, examining the possibilities.  Why was he so afraid of Mack?  It
didn't make any sense.  Even now, he could imagine making a run for it.
Mack was a big guy and if JD hadn't seen for himself in gym class the fact that
Mack could run like the wind, he might have chanced it.  Even so, avoidance
was obviously not going to help the problem.  Mack seemed to have a
knack for finding him when he wanted to be lost.

	"A-are you gay?" JD asked and Mack's eyes flashed and his mouth
slanted into a lopsided grin.

	"For future reference, I hate it when someone answers a question
with a question," Mack said softly.  JD's head went down.  Mack moved his
fingers under JD's chin and urged him to lift his head back up so that they
were making eye contact.

	"Yes, I'm gay," Mack told him.

	JD's eyes widened.  Mack lifted his brow patiently.  Still, apparently,
waiting for his answer.

	"I don't really know why," JD said, starting to babble.  "I'm just kind
of a little bit afraid of you.  Maybe because you're big....or....sometimes I feel...
like...you own me."

	JD fell silent, snapping his mouth shut and staring uncertainly up at
Mack.  Mack was silent.  His nostrils had flared slightly.  He was shocked, but
not showing it.  The fact that JD felt similar feelings sent a crazy shot of elation
to his brain.

	Mack leaned down and kissed him, sliding his tongue into JD's
mouth after JD's shock lessened, pressing the smaller guy hard against the
bark of the tree, roughly pressing their matching erections together.  JD
couldn't breathe, he was too busy feeling.  Completely overwhelmed and it
was the first time he had ever been kissed by anyone who wasn't at least
twenty-five years older than him.

	The abrasive surface of the tree bit hard into his back and neck, but
Mack was unrelenting, invading his mouth with force, claiming it.  The tiny
scrapes and abrasions caused little pricks of pain periodically and JD groaned
into Mack, awash in a hightened sense of pleasure that mingled so
enticingly with the pain that JD's fears lept up inside of his chest.  He was
afraid of the way that Mack made him feel.  Mack pulled back after a moment,
his eyes glazed and blazing down at JD.

	"I hate the taste of weed on your lips," Mack told him.  "It's like
shit icing on a fucking awesome cake.  Take care of that."

	JD peered up at him quietly, nodding quickly.

	"O-okay," JD said.

	"And this skipping class game stops now," Mack told him.  "I don't
wanna fuck around with druggie drop-outs."

	"Yeah," JD said.

	"Besides, you're smart as hell, you should be proud of that," Mack
told him.  "I know guys that would give their left nut to be as smart as you are."

	"Okay," JD said, his lips trembling slightly.  Mack leaned down and
smacked lips with JD quickly.

	"You can't give ownership of something you don't fucking own
yourself, JD," Mack told him.

	"But I want to," JD protested and Mack took a step back.

	"You don't just offer yourself up like that, JD," Mack told him.

	"Not just to anyone, but to you," JD said, firm for once.  "I mean,
I know...I dreamt about you, even before now.  And the way you make me
feel -"

	JD couldn't finish because Mack was kissing him again.  The words
were lost in the kiss and JD kissed him back this time, trying to wrap himself
around Mack, tangling his hands in Mack's hair, sliding one slim leg around
Mack's massive thigh, ready to give Mack whatever he wanted.    Then, Mack
pulled back and started walking away.  JD watched him leave, his heart
pounding in his chest heavily.  Mack looked as cool as hell, walking away, the
back of his dark head slightly mussed, his stride long and slow...like he
didn't give a fuck about anything or anyone.

	But if JD had been able to watch him closely, he would have seen
that Mack's hands were shaking like crazy.
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