Date: Tue, 29 Nov 2005 05:56:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Virtual Insanity <virtualinsanity78@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mack and JD 5

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 Five

	It wasn't like they could be friends.  JD knew that...and he
wasn't even gonna try to expect that things would change between them
at school.  Because that would be crazy.  Mack had his friends and he'd
had them for a long time.  To suddenly pick the frizzy-headed semi-stoner
for a friend would be odd to anybody. JD told himself that half the night and
most of the morning.

	So, sitting in Team Sports class like the noneity that he had
always been shouldn't have been such a pain for him.  So, Mack hadn't
picked him to play on his dodgeball team...and so nobody else had either.
That was the way it always went...and why should that change just
because there was the possibilty of him and Mack fucking?  Why should
that change just because he had proven himself to be a halfway decent
volleyball player?

	And who gave a shit that his dick had been hard off and on
for the last twelve hours?  What the fuck?

	JD turned his face away from the action in the center of the
gym and stared at the wall to the left of him, blindly gazing at the school
banners and championship flags that decorated the wall.  Who gave a
fuck about anything?

	What he really wanted to do, what he should be doing was
sitting somewhere smoking a joint, but really that would require him
tracking Bobby J down to buy some since he'd taken the liberty of flushing
all of his shit down the toilet the night before thanks to what Mack
had said to him in the park. What kind of fucking idiot was he really?
Thinking Mack Cardoni would give two shits about him outside of them
being alone somewhere together.

	If Mack thought for one second that he was gonna give
himself up to a guy who wasn't even looking out for him...then he was
fucking crazy because there was no way...no earthly way that JD was
gonna let Mack own him if he was gonna treat him like shit.

	And what the fuck had JD been thinking in the first place?  How
could he even think about letting another guy tell him what to do, what to
say?  And why the fuck did the thought of Mack being in control make him
brick hard?

	JD stood up quickly and walked the length of the gym, his
mind working a mile a minute.  Fuck it.  He went over to Mr. Gilbert.

	"I don't feel so good, Mr. Gilbert, can I go to the locker room
and sit down?" JD asked.

	Mr. Gilbert was listening with half an ear and watching the
boys play dodgeball at the same time.

	"What's wrong with ya?" he asked, flicking a look at JD.  JD
made a suitable face.

	"My stomach hurts and I just feel kinda queasy," JD said.

	Mr. Gilbert paused for a moment, then gave a quick nod.

	"Go ahead," he said and then turned his attention back to the
boys on the floor.  JD breathed a sigh and headed out of the gym and down
to the locker room.

	He was sitting on a bench staring at the tiled floor when he
heard someone walking close by.  He looked up and watched as Mack
appeared at the entrance to the aisle of lockers where JD had hidden.

	JD dropped his head and stared at the ground again.  His
heart started pounded in his chest.  It was one thing to think that he
could walk away from Mack Cardoni...another thing entirely to try to do
it.

	"You mad at me?" Mack asked quietly.  JD shook his head
and kept staring at the ground.

	"Yeah the fuck you are, I can see it on your face," Mack said.
"You mad I didn't pick you?"

	JD was silent, unmoving.

	"You suck at dodgeball," Mack said softly.

	"So," JD said quietly.

	"I fucking hate losing," Mack said.

	"Yeah, well I hate feeling like shit," JD mumbled at Mack.  Mack
shifted from one leg to the other. It was Mack's turn to be silent.  His
eyes were on JD, intense and assessing.

	"Listen, JD, you don't gotta do this if you don't want to okay,"
Mack said quietly.  "I understand if you wanna back down and shit.  I mean,
it takes a lot to-"

	"I don't...I mean, its not like that-" JD cut Mack off, sputtering
and then stopped.

	"I mean it, man, sometimes you think with your dick, you know,
and then when your brain catches up, you're like what the fuck," Mack
said when JD fell silent.

	"No," JD said emphatically.  "It's not that."

	Mack walked closer to JD, elimintating the distance between
them and plopping down next to JD, so that their shoulders were touching.

	"I don't want you to do something that you don't wanna do,"
Mack said after a moment.  JD could feel the heat emanating off of Mack.
He wanted to wrap himself around Mack.  He started tapping his foot
against the floor nervously.

	"I want to," JD said slowly, unsure of what to say.  "I just - I
don't know what it means."

	"What do you want it to mean?" Mack asked.

	"I just don't want you to treat me like shit and then....you know
you should kinda take care of...things that belong to you," JD's voice
died away under his uncertainty.

	Mack straightened up a little.

	"You sayin that you don't think I'd take care of you?" Mack asked
and JD looked up at him quickly and took note of the way that Mack's
jaw was clenching before he looked away.

	"We don't know each other that well...for me to know," JD said
slowly.

	"That's not what you said yesterday in the park," Mack said
and JD could see that he was almost growling.  JD stiffened.

	"I know...but," JD said, then stopped.  "I'm scared as hell."

	"What do you want me to tell you?" Mack asked, lifting his arms
in frustration.  "That I'll take care of you?  I will.  That I'll pick you for my
dodgeball team?  Hell no.  You suck at fucking dodgeball, which, by the
way, I can't quite figure out cuz a dodge ball ain't all that different from a
volleyball, so why the hell would you run around like a girl scared to get hit
by one but not the other?"

	JD stared at Mack, his mouth dropped open.

	"Don't look at me like that," Mack said.  "I'm not gonna lie to
you. I am not some mushy motherfucker who sugarcoats shit.  I'm not
built like that.  So, if you can't deal with that, you need to fucking tell me
that now before we get into this. Cuz I'm not gonna change."

	JD was silent, still staring at Mack and Mack was staring at
him, too, looking him directly in the eye.

	"I want you," Mack told him.  "Shit, you walk into a room and
my dick stands up.  It always has. But its up to you if you can deal with me.
Decide."

	JD nodded. "Okay."

	"Okay?" Mack asked, brows lifted.

	"Yeah, okay," JD said.

	Mack leaned down and kissed JD, his tongue immediately delving
into JD's mouth and his lips stealing the breath from JD's lungs.  And just as
quickly, he backed off.

	"Then suck it up and quit pouting," Mack said.  "I'll talk to you
later."  Mack got up and walked off, leaving JD on the bench.

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	The 2:35pm bell had rung five minutes ago and JD moved
slowly through the kids that were rushing around the halls to get to their
respective buses or cars.  He stood in front of his locker, balancing
his backpack over one shoulder precariously.  As soon as he got it open,
a piece of paper came tumbling out at him.  He grabbed for it and caught it
against his thigh.  He set his backpack down with a sigh and opened the
note.

	It read: I wanna see you at 3 o'clock.  I'll find you. M.

	JD read it four times.  What the hell?  He had to show up for
a stupid meeting for the school play since he would be handing the lights for
the production like he did every year.  It was the one thing he did that he
actually kind of liked since he got to sit high above everyone else, all on his
own and watch the emotions play across the student-actors' faces.  Still,
he had no way to tell Mack that.  He shoved his backpack into his
locker.

	Nineteen minutes later, JD was breathing hard, having run to the
auditorium to make the three o'clock meeting after searching every single
hall in the entire school for a sign of Mack.  JD slid into the last empty aisle
about halfway down the auditorium, catching the eye of Mrs. Johnson, the
drama advisor.  She gave him a slight nod and he gave her a half-smile.
They had a tentative understanding with each other.  She didn't bother him
as long as he showed up.

	JD settled behind the other students, watching as they brimmed
with hopeful excitement at being cast in the school play.  Some of them
would bomb and be delegated to set construction...but for some reason
JD liked watching them when they were still full of dreams.

	Four auditions had gone by and JD was totally engrossed in
watching them when he felt someone sit down beside him.  An electric
feeling went through him when he realized that it was Mack.  Mack simply
sat down beside him, not saying a word and looking straight ahead.

	Mack sat still for maybe half a minute before his hand crept
onto JD's lap, bringing JD's already stiffening dick to a painful tightness.  JD
bit down on his bottom lip and tried to look as if nothing was going on, all
the while his eyes swung in panic around the auditorium to make sure that no
one was looking at them.

	JD squirmed in his seat as Mack's hand moved along the length
of his bulging zipper and Mack deflty unzipped his jeans, reaching inside to
feel JD through his boxers.  It took Mack less than a minute to maneuver
JD so that the long, tan length of his dick was resting in his palm.

	"M-Mack," JD said, barely a whisper and Mack looked at him
for the first time since he had come into the auditorium.  There was a crazed
look in his eyes, a sheen of what JD could only identify as undiluted lust.

	Mack's palm closed around the length of him, tightly.  So, tight
that Mack could feel each and every pulsation.  JD squirmed, torn between
panic at the thought of someone catching them and the desire for Mack to do
more than hold him...for Mack to actually squeeze and pump JD's dick in
his massive hand.

	And then Mack started doing it, moving his hand up and down
JD's length, jerking him in a way that let JD know that Mack had done this
before, more than a few times and obviously with other guys.

	The sensation that crept up JD's spine and across his chest made
him want to whimper out loud. But he couldn't...not without drawing attention
to them.

	"I've wanted this in my hand since we were in the shower room,"
Mack told him and JD shuddered at the sound of his voice.  Mack continued
to pump him relentlessly.  Helpless, JD leaned his head back against the chair
and closed his eyes, giving himself up to the sensation.

	Mack brought him to the brink before removing his hand.  JD's
eyes flew open and he turned his head quickly to look at Mack, pleading
and urgent.  Mack moved his hands to grip the back of the seat in front of
him and leaned forward.  He was staring at the stage for what seemed to JD
like endless momnets before he turned to look at JD again.

	He grinned.  "What?"

	JD did whimper this time, very softly.  Mack's smile fell and he
turned back to look at the kids on the stage again.  JD reached down and
stuffed himself painfully back into his jeans and zipped up.

	"Where did you think you were gonna cum?" Mack asked, on
a bare whisper.  JD didn't answer, his face was set in blank lines.  Mack
looked over at him and then sighed, leaning back and folding his massive
arms across his chest.

	"I'm sorry," he said and JD looked at him, but was still silent.

	"I just...I really wanted to touch you," Mack told him.  JD's
head angled slightly...relenting.

	Mack stared at him for a long moment.  He opened his mouth
to say something, but a dark-haired porcelain-skinned girl bounded up to
them.

	"Hey, Mack, did you see me?" Davinia asked and JD stiffened
in his seat.  Mack turned to look at the girl, a smile covering his face.

	"Yeah, Vinnie, you fucking rocked, bella," he told her and she
beamed at him, but her eyes went to JD.  JD met her honey-brown gaze
and quickly looked away.

	"Uh-hey, Vinnie, this is JD," Mack said, gesturing towards JD.
"And JD this is my girl Vinnie."

	"Davinia Morani," Davinia corrected, reaching out to shake JD's
hand and Mack rolled his eyes.

	"Hey," JD said, shaking her hand half-heartedly.  His girl?  What
the fuck did Mack mean by his girl?  Girlfriend or friend-girl?  Would any
girl just want to be friends with Mack Cardoni?  And what red-blooded
guy would want to be friends with someone as beautiful as Davinia Morani?

	JD stood up.

	"I gotta go - uh do the lights for the - uh...practice the lights," JD
said and then hurried out of the aisle of seats.  Davinia stared after him.

	"It was nice meeting you," Davinia called out and JD kind of
nodded at her before disappearing.  She turned back to Mack, who was still
looking after JD.  She grinned.

	"Well, he's a hottie," Davinia said and Mack looked back her way,
staring her straight in the eyes.

	"Fuck, I know," Mack said and grinned back.
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