Date: Tue, 23 Nov 2004 00:10:28 -0800 (PST)
From: S H <multiplex84@yahoo.com>
Subject: Multiplex Sex - Chapter 10

[As much as I'd like to say otherwise, this story is
entirely fictitious.  If this offends you or if you are not
of legal age to read this story, then please do not read any
further.  This story contains possibly graphic descriptions
of consensual sex and masturbatory fantasies between males.
None of this is based on any living person and any
similarity to my actual job at a movie theatre is completely
coincidental.  Really, I mean that.]

Chapter 10 -


 I waved goodbye to Craig as he drove away from the front my
  house and down the street.  I made my way to the backyard
 trying my best not to make a sound.  I quietly slipped the
   key into the backdoor lock and turned the knob. All the
lights were off inside and my parents were sure to be asleep
  at this hour.  I tiptoed through the kitchen and into the
  dining room when the ceiling fan light flipped on without
 warning.  My dad was sitting at the table in his robe with
the remote.  I used to think that remote was so damn cool, I
                    fucking hated it now.

I paused.

    "Goodnight dad," I said hurriedly and started to head
for the next room when he interrupted me.

     "Hold on just a second there bucko," he said as I
skidded to a halt.  "Care to explain what happened at school
today?"

     "Um...I dunno what you're talking about."

     "Don't play dumb with me, your mother got a phone call
this morning, tell me what happened."

I froze.

     Do I just give him the basics?  The crowd, the fight,
the bolting out the emergency exit, the setting off the fire
alarm, and the general disappearing.  Do I go into
specifics?

Do I just tell him?

     "Is that Chad," my mom asked coming down the stairs.
"Oh God you're home, is everything alright?  What happened?"
She rushed up and hugged me, good to know at least one
parent is aware of my potential shattered emotional state.

Right, now, do I just tell THEM?

     "Hey mom, sorry.  All this stuff just happened, and
before I knew it I had to be at work so I never called and-"

    "Quit stalling son," my dad interrupted me.  "Tell us
what's up."

     I thought about Craig's advice on not caring, just
fessing up and not giving a shit about what they thought.
But these were my parents, and my dad could flip out on me,
maybe even kick me out of the house.  I never even thought
about Craig's family, how they might react.  How his brother
was yelling when I talked to Shelly.
   Then I just realized it was all inevitable anyways.  I
know I'm not straight, and I know my parents will have to
find out sometime.  Not only for my own good, but for their
own good too.

So I just told them.

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     Saturday had finally come, both Craig and I were ready
to go to prom.  We both had to work that morning in
different areas, I was selling tickets at the box office,
smirking and giggling to myself every few minutes.  My co
workers could tell something was up as I was never this
giddy, for any reason.  Craig was off at the concession
stand slinging popcorn and filling drinks like nobody's
business.  Work ended and we both met in the locker room by
the lone shower stall.  Now don't go getting any ideas.

Not to say I didn't already have ideas, but that's beside
the point.

     Craig and I chatted while we peeled off our uniforms.
Our discussion still floated around how my parents took the
news, how surprised we both were.  I got down to my skivvies
first so I headed for the shower.  Craig just sat on one of
the benches, in his boxers only, and talked to my while I
rinsed off.

     "I wish you were taking that shower with me," he called
out over the curtain.  I chuckled.  I happened to be soaping
up my balls at the time and the thought of Craig in there
with me, naked, made my cock spasm.

    "I thought you wanted to take it slow or something?"

    "Yeah, yeah, I know, that doesn't mean I still don't
want to be in there with you."  I laughed and finished
rinsing the soap off my body.  My dick was semi-erect and
sort of pointing straight out at the moment.  I pointed the
water away towards the wall, stuck my hand through the
curtain, and grabbed my towel.  I wrapped it around my waste
and looked down to see if my dick was showing.  It was
tenting it a bit, so I reached under and point my dick up so
it would stay there and be less obvious.

     "She's all yours," I said pulling the curtain to the
side only to find Craig standing there in front of me.  I
walked around the corner to my locker, then remembered my
boxers were still on the ground by the curtain.  I walked
back just as Craig was pulling his boxer-briefs down and I
caught a quick glimpse of his ass before he closed the
curtains.

     "No fair," he shouted while giggling.  "I didn't get to
see you, why do you get the peepshow?"

     "I just needed my boxers there boyo, I wasn't trying to
sneak a peek, I promise."  I started to put on my tuxedo as
he showered.  He was soon done and doing the same as me.

     We got matching black tuxedos with red vests and
matching red bowties.  We went for the traditional route
with the bowties.  At first we thought they were too gay,
then realized that's exactly why we should get them.  We
both stood in front of the mirror fixing our hair and
tweaking out fancy little bowties.  Sorry, I just love that
word for some reason.

      "You ready," he asked me putting his hand in his
pockets.

     "Yup, just one last stop," I said grabbing his hand,
bringing him in for a quick kiss, and leading him out the
door and into the mall.

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     I can't decide who looked more odd.  The poor saps
working at the Hot Dog on a Stick stand, or the two guys in
tuxedos getting their prom dinner there.  This eatery had
grown some sentimental value for us.

     We walked to the parking lot eating our dogs on a
stick, talking like crazy about the night about to unfold.
Craig wasn't the least bit nervous, which I couldn't
understand.  I may be outing myself to these people, but I
don't know any of them.  These are his classmates, his
peers.

    I had one last surprise for Craig in the parking lot,
which I hope he liked.

     "Holy crap!  It's a fucking limo," he exclaimed as he
saw the new Lincoln stretch limo parked in front of him.  It
was white on the outside, black as night on the inside with
all the luxuries they were willing to rent out to two
teenagers.  "How'd you afford this?"

     "Well, I was as surprised as you were with the way my
parents took it.  They were so cool with the whole idea of
us going to prom that they offered to get us a limo for the
night.  I wasn't expecting," I said before he interrupted me
with a big fat kiss on the lips which surprised the driver
standing at the passenger door.  He thanked me as we piled
into our limo and headed downtown.

     As we pulled in front of the posh Biltmore hotel we saw
other limos emptying with other clusters of kids all dressed
up.  Boys leading their girls by their arms inside, giggling
all the way.  Craig was nervous now, I could see it in his
eyes.  I grabbed his hand and he squeezed it tight.

     "I'm ready when you are boyo."  He took a deep breath.

     "Alright, let's go," he announced and opened the door.
One of the boys spotted him get out of the limo.

     "Craig," he shouted.  Then he saw me get out behind him
and us interlock arms.  "Craig?"


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