Date: Tue, 31 Aug 1999 18:31:36 -0700
From: Brent Stewart <brent@cutey.com>
Subject: Outted in HS, Chapter IV


"Confessions"


What was Robert doing to me, I thought as I walked through the doors
leading through the sports hall and outside.  For over three years we spent
thousands of hours together, doing all sorts of things and never have I
felt so nervous and afraid of what may happen next.  My hormones were in
overdrive and I felt flush, as if I had just ran around the football field
full out.  He has a girlfriend; he's one of the most popular guys in the
school; he could have any girl, or guy he wants for that matter.  Yet here
I am picking up signals and reading more into everything he says than he
could possibly mean.  I exited the building and started walking towards the
student parking lot.  "Damn, I better go get some books from my locker or
he'll wonder why I left him alone in the changing room."  I turned around
and headed back into the building.  I left him alone because I couldn't
handle being alone with him in his Speedo, what the hell would I do with
him naked while he showered and changed.

I walked down the hall towards my locker.  The school wasn't completely
deserted at this point.  There were still a few students and faculty
members milling around.  "Hey there, Brent, is it?" I heard my name and
looked towards the stairs leading to the second floor.  Two of the guys
from the football team were standing at the bottom, and one of them was
Derek.  "Hi Derek, yea, it's Brent.  What's up?" I said and walked towards
them.  "Seems like you are guy if that tent in your pants is any
indication," said Derek as he and the other guy busted out laughing and
staring at my crotch.  Oh fuck!  What's going to happen next, I thought.

"Um ... well ... ", what could I say!  I must have turned the deepest shade
of red a human body is capable of without passing out from the rush of
blood to the brain.  "So who's the lucky girl?" the other guy asked. "Ah,
you probably don't know her," I stammered, "Sorry guys, I'd like to stay
and chat but I've got someone waiting on me."  I'm dying here!  "I bet you
do and hopefully she'll take care of that for you.  Ouch, that looks like
it hurts!" said Derek and was subjected to another round of laughter as I
sped past him and his friend.

This is beyond ridiculous.  Already on my first day of high school, just
ONE day, I've managed to flip out over my best friend that I've known for
over 3 years, piss off his girlfriend, if I was reading her right and have
her best friend pursuing me; now I get caught by the schools quarterback
with a hardon.  As I rounded the corner of the hall leading to my locker, I
saw the boys' restroom.  "Well, I'll take care of this one embarrassment
right now!"  I went into the restroom and looked around. Empty.  I chose
the last stall and went in, locked the door, dropped my pants and sat down
to do some major tension releasing technique on my semi-deflated cock.  I
knew the fastest way to release was to think of Robert's Speedo encased
cock, straining for release and me there to free it from its confines.  I
imagined his teen cock growing in my hand as I encircled the sheath and
worked my hand from the velvety soft head to the base where the glistening
black pubic growth framed the object of my desire.  His ball sack hung low,
holding two golf ball sized cum factories, which I cupped and gently
massaged as I worked his cock.  As I sat there pounding my own cock, using
my imagination to speed the process, I heard the stall door next to mine
open and close.  I could see a pair of tennis shoes under the partition.  I
know I was breathing hard while I was thinking of Robert and the pre-cum
soaking my cock was making an unmistakable sloppy noise.  Whoever this was,
they could not mistake what was going on in the next stall.  Whoever it
was, sat down in the stall and I noticed their pants bunched around their
ankles.

"GREAT!  When will this day end and will I survive it," I thought as I held
my breath and strained my ears to hear what was going on in the next stall.
Everything was silent for about 3 minutes, and then I couldn't believe my
ears.  The guy in the stall had started breathing harder and I could hear
the same sounds I was producing, before being interrupted, coming from next
to me.  This guy was jerking off!  My cock had deflated upon being
discovered, but now was standing at full mast.  I took its length in my
hand and picked up the rhythms again.  I listened to match the beat of the
guy next to me and was rewarded with a low moan from next door.  Both of
our breathing became more audible and moans escaped both our mouths as we
worked our tools in a frenzy of release.  I could imagine his hand working
his cock and heard the wet sound of his pre-cum as he sped his hand up and
down the shaft.  Then, in a strained voice filled with youthful lust, I
heard him say to me, "I'm going to cum, are you almost there?"  I too was
breathless and returned my affirmation in a whisper, "Yes, I'm about to
explode."  One moan later from him and I was shooting a heavy load of cum
that arched from my cockhead in a long rope, and landed on the stall door.
The next shot went up into the air and landed on the floor in front of the
seat, as I continued to milk about four more bursts of seed from the stores
of fluid in my balls.

While I was cuming, the guy next me was cuming also.  I could here a
whimpering noise and saw his pants covered ankles jerk in reaction to the
release of his orgasmic fluids.  I saw a huge rope of cum hit the floor
between our stalls.  It had great volume and was white as snow, lightly
suspended in a translucent shield of seminal fluid.  A few more gasps and
moans from next door and he was through.  I heard him stand and then saw
his pants go up from his ankles.  In an almost inaudible whisper, I heard
him say, "Thanks, I needed that all day." Then he opened his stall door and
I heard the restroom door shut as he left me.  I hurried up and jerked my
own pants up.  I wanted to see Who this guy was before he escaped totally.
As I dashed out of the restroom, I looked both ways down the hall and it
was empty.  I ran to the main corridor and looked in both directions.
Heading towards the double glass doors to exit, I saw a guy walking through
the arches.  "It CAN'T be!" As he made it through the exit and outside, I
would have sworn that Steve had been my mysterious jerk off buddy as he
disappeared from my line of sight.

I looked at my watch, "FUCK"; it had been 45 minutes since I left Robert to
change and told him I'd meet him by his car.  I ran back down the hall to
my locker, grabbed a couple of books, and dashed out of the school towards
the parking lot.  As I got there, I saw Robert already standing by his car
and he was talking to Steve.  I slowed my sprint as I got within voice
range and yelled to Robert, "Sorry it took me so long, I kind of got turned
around and had to relocate my locker again.  I guess I didn't learn the
layout as well as I thought I had!"  I looked down at Steve's tennis shoes
and they were the same as I'd seen under the partition.  His jeans were
also light blue like my mystery guy, who seems not so mysterious now.

"That's cool Brent, Steve was late also.  We're going to drop him off at
his house, then we'll run by mine so I can grab a change of clothes for
tomorrow just in case it gets really late when we're done.  I'll crash at
your house if that's ok."  I was fixated on Steve still.  I couldn't
believe that I had just jerked off with him less than 10 minutes ago and he
had no idea that I was the guy next to him.  When I didn't answer Robert,
Steve looked at me and saw me staring at his crotch.  "What?  Do I have
something on my pants?" he asked and looked where I was staring.  You could
just barely see the outline his cock made in the material and it was laying
about an inch down his upper left leg.  Right where the head would be, if
seen, was a faint darkening of the jean material.  A 'wet' spot.  "Fuck I
hate it when that happens," he said as he saw what I saw.  "You shake the
shit out of your dick after you piss and still it manages to hold some back
to wet your pants."  And what did I do when he noticed me staring?  I
blushed.  I fucking blushed.  Robert chuckled and came over to me, patted
me on the back and said, "good eye Brent.  I'd never have noticed it." Then
he laughed as he climbed into the drivers seat and started the car.  "Lets
go you two, I don't want to spend all day here in the parking lot.  Brent,
get into the passenger seat and Robert can ride in your lap until we get to
his house.  I don't want to stop for long, so he can just jump out when we
get there."

"I'm not sitting on Brent's lap!" Steve said.  "Why are you in such a
damned hurry for?"

"Because we have things to do and going out of the way to cart your ass
home wasn't part of the plans.  It's your fault you were late and missed
your ride, so now you do like I said or walk home." Robert told Steve.
"What ever, get the fuck in Brent so we can get out of here before he
leaves us both behind."

I got into the passengers seat and Steve crawled in and sat on my lap.
When I felt his ass meet my lap, my cock responded by starting to stir.
"Alright Robert, we're ready.  Lets get the fuck home," Steve said as he
adjusted his ass in my lap.  When he moved, my cock was also adjusted along
with his ass.  If he couldn't feel me, then he was numb.  Robert pulled out
of the lot and headed down Elm towards Heights.  We all lived in Harker
Heights, a small community to the east of Killeen.  Steve lived in town and
I lived kind of what you'd call in the country.  Robert's house was almost
directly in the middle of our two homes, if you divided the mileage.
Robert was talking to Steve about swimming as I concentrated on fat women,
old men, pimped faced girls and anything else to keep my cock under
control.  Steve wasn't helping any by constantly adjusting his ass into
different positions.  If I didn't know better, I'd of swore he was doing it
on purpose.  We finally got to Steve's house and he opened to door and
climbed out of my lap.  He closed the door behind himself.  "Thanks a lot
for the ride, I enjoyed it," he said looking right at me instead of Robert.
Robert couldn't see his face because of the roof, "sure thing Steve.  Next
time, be on time for your ride, I'm not your personal transportation."  I
looked at Steve and he smiled at me and turned to go into his house.

Robert peeled out of Steve's drive and headed in the direction of his
house.  "Sorry about that Brent.  I know you can't stand that asshole, but
he and I have known each other for a long time too.  I couldn't just make
him walk home."  "At least you didn't have to put up with any of his shit.
He was actually ignoring you I think."

Oh, he wasn't ignoring me.  Matter of fact, I think he was really
concentrating on me, or at least his ass was concentrating on my lap.  "No
problem.  I understand and I wouldn't have made him walk either, even
though he may have deserved it."  Robert continued down Indian trail until
we got to his house.  He pulled into the drive and told me to come in while
he grabbed some clothes and told his mom where he was going.  When we got
into the house, he told me to go grab a couple of cokes from the fridge and
bring them up to his room as he headed up the stairs.  When I went into the
kitchen, his mother was busy cooking.  "Hello Mrs. Davis, I said, "Robert
asked me to grab a couple of cokes to bring up."  "Hello Sweet.  You look
exceptionally cute today.  How was your first day of high school?  Did
Robby look out for you and show you around?" she asked while rinsing some
spaghetti noodles in the kitchen sink.  "Yes Mame, he took care of me and
the first day was a bit more than I expected," a HELL of a LOT more than I
expected, "but I guess that's the way it happens, a new school and all."  I
went to the fridge and grabbed the cokes.  Robert yelled from upstairs,
"Hurry up Brent, I'm thirsty.  Stop accosting my mom and get up here!"  "HI
MOM!" he finished.  "Hello Robby, she yelled back, "Brent's not accosting
me.  If I weren't married to your father, Brent would probably be running
from me and I'd be doing my best to catch him." Not to be out done, I
yelled up to him, "And you know how I seem to trip myself up, so she'd be
sure to catch me too!"  With that, we all laughed and Mrs. Davis came over
and gave me a peck on the cheek.  "You better get up there before he dies
of dehydration."  I told Mrs. Davis I'd see her later and headed towards
the stairs.  "Oh Sweet," Mrs. Davis called, "thanks."  I looked at her
baffled and asked, "Thanks for what?"  "For that very generous compliment
you just gave me.  It's been a long time since anyone has said something as
sweet to me."  Blushing once again, I turned and went up the stairs to
Robert's room.

As I walked into Robert's room, he grabbed a coke out of my hand, opened it
and drank the whole thing without taking a breath.  "Damn, I guess you were
thirsty!"  "It's that chlorine water in the pool.  It makes my nuts itch
and I could drink a hundred gallons of water afterwards."  "Wait here, I'll
be right back."  He went across the room and into his bathroom.  I sat down
on his bed and picked up a magazine from his nightstand.  It was GQ and I
thumbed through it, looking at all the models and sniffing the new men's
cologne sample.  Robert came out of the bathroom completely naked and came
to stand right in front of me.  "Hey Brent, will you look at this?  I think
I'm getting a killer rash from all that chlorine.  Maybe I better tell the
coach and see if they're putting to many chemicals in the water."  He
lifted up his nut sack, positioned himself in front of my face with his leg
propped on the bed to my right and showed me a red area no bigger than a
dime on the inside right of his leg.  His cock was no more than an inch
away from my lips as I sat there stunned to silence.  "So what do you
think?  Does it look like a rash?  Maybe your mom has something I can put
on it to make it go away."  "Well?"

"Sorry, I was just trying to get a good look at it," I smiled to myself; if
he only knew what I wanted to get a good look at, "It's kind of a small
area guy.  It could just be a sweat rash."  My mother is a doctor and I
think that everyone in the family is always asked for medical advise, as if
my mother's being a doctor, conferred all of us with advanced medical
knowledge.  "Well, maybe I'll just ask her when I see her this afternoon.
It itches like crazy", and pulled his ball sack up tighter, leaned forward
a bit more and lightly scratched the area.  Having moved even closed to my
face with his maneuvering, the back of his hand holding his nuts, brushed
against my lips.  "Damn Robert, if you get any closer to me, your cock will
be slapping me in the face." And I pushed him back.  Laughing, he said,
"Oops, sorry, didn't mean to force myself on you.  Besides, with you I want
to take it nice and slow." And he beamed that killer smile at me and licked
his lips.  "Robert, we're alone again," I admonished.  "So we are," he said
and moved over to the dresser, took out a pair of CK's and put them on.  He
collected some other stuff from the dresser and stuffed it in a duffle he
had by his bed.  He threw on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, "Lets go.  I
need to tell my mom, and then we can get to your house.  Have you been
thinking about my problem?"  His problem?  What about MY problem?  I'm on
the verge of coming right out and asking if he doesn't want to have sex
with Michelle, then what about having sex with me?  "Yeah, sure, I've been
thinking about it.  But haven't come up with anything yet."  "Well, at
least there's a yet in that", he said.  We left his room and headed back to
the kitchen so he could talk to his mother.

He explained to his mother that we had some things to go over about school
and stuff and that if it got late he'd just spend the night at my house.
She didn't object because we'd done this a thousand times in the past, so
what was to stop us from the next thousand.  He kissed his mother bye, and
I did the same and we left his house to go to mine.  My parents wouldn't be
home because my father didn't get home until after 6 PM and my mother was
usually later than that, if at all.  She worked at Scott & White Hospital
in Temple and was always on call or performing some life threatening
surgery.  Robert loved to drive out to my house, because he could drive
like a maniac down the winding roads that lead to it.  As we completed the
INDY 500 and pulled up to the gate, he slammed on the brakes to keep from
crashing through.  "Why do you always do that shit?  One of these days,
your going to run right through them and totally wipe out your car and
probably kill yourself!"  God I hated when he did this.  If he wanted to
kill himself, well I guess I really can't stop him, but when I'm in the
car, I'm not ready to end it all, yet.  "Didn't mean to scare you.  This is
the only chance I get to really open 'er up and blow the dust out of the
pipes," he laughed.  "Well, you blow the dust out when you're alone."  He
reached out the window, entered the gate code, and the gate swung in.  He
drove up to the garage and parked.  "I need to check Sierra and feed and
water her.  Do you want to come?" I asked him as I got out of the car.
"Sure, you know I love your horse.  I wish I had one, but we live to close
to the town."

We went to the stables and I checked her water and threw some hay in the
stall.  I got some feed and filled her bin.  Robert occupied himself, by
grabbing the brush and brushing the hay dust off of her coat.  Having
completed this task, Robert and I headed for the house.  Robert ran ahead
of me and entered the entry code to turn off the alarm.  "I love all this
electronic crap your parents have around this place", he said "Lets go play
with the ceiling fans!"  "Your such a dumbass sometimes," I laughed, "all
this shit does is make it take longer to get in the fucking house.  And you
remember, my mother told you about playing with the ceiling fans.  You had
them going like a fricking hurricane the last time you stayed over and she
came home.  I don't think she was impressed."  "Awe shucks.  Come on Brent.
Find me the remote controls.  I'll turn them back before she gets home!"
"NO!  We have a problem to work out and your not saddling me with it alone.
It's not even MY problem."  He acts like a 5 year old some times.  "OK, ok
... so open the door already.  I need another drink."  I opened the door
and we went in.  Robert headed right towards the kitchen area and I dropped
my backpack and Robert's duffle by the front door.  How the hell did I wind
up with his duffle?  "Grab me a Dr. Pepper; get your duffle by the door,
and meet me in my room.  I need to get out of these hot ass clothes and
into some shorts," I yelled to him.  "K!" he yelled from the back of the
house.  "And put that god damned fan remote down!  My mothers going to kill
you!"  As I headed up the stairs, I heard him grumbling in the distance and
the distinct sound of the remote being used to lower the fans speed to
normal.  Shaking my head, I walked down the hall to my room.  "Children" I
scoffed.

While Robert was still downstairs, I went into my room and started getting
undressed.  I felt sweaty from dealing with Sierra and decided to take a
quick shower to cool off and clean up a bit.  While I was showering, Robert
came up to my room.  I stepped out of the shower and started drying off.
Wrapping the towel around my waist, I left the bathroom and saw Robert
lying in my bed staring at the ceiling.  "What you doing?" I asked.  "Just
thinking," he said as he propped himself on his elbows to look at me.
"Sorry about that", I pointed towards the bathroom, "I felt all sweaty and
wanted to cool off a little."  "It's your house guy, you do what you want."
I saw the Dr. Pepper he had brought for me on the computer desk and went
and opened it up and took a deep drink.  "So, have you been thinking about
what you're going to tell Michelle?" I asked him.  "You know her much
better than I do and besides, I really don't think she likes me."  He
didn't answer me, so I turned around to look at him and he was staring at
me.

"Brent, I really need to tell you something and it's even more important
than this crap with Michelle, or more to the point, it's got everything to
do with how I feel about her," he said as he got off my bed and started
walking towards me.  "You're not making any since Robert.  First you say it
has nothing to do with her, and then it has everything to do with her.
What is it?"

"I don't know.  Just hear me out, ok?  Promise me you'll listen to
everything I say before you stop me.  Will you?" pleaded Robert.

"Sure Robert, but your making me nervous with all this drama.  Is it that
serious?"  My stomach was full of butterflies and I had a feeling of doom
that was creeping into my brain.  What's he doing?  I looked down and saw
that I was in only a towel.  "Let me get dressed and then we can talk." I
started for my dresser and Robert caught my arm and said, "That can wait.
If I don't start now, I'll never get it out.  Come over here and sit down
on the bed.  I'll stand while I tell you."  So I sat down on my bed,
tucking the towel between my legs so I didn't display myself, and waited
for Robert to start.

"Now you promised not to interrupt, so just listen.  We've know each other
for more than three years and of all the people I've ever met in my life,
you have always been there for me.  You know how my parents are when it
comes to me.  My mom dolts on me all the time, because my father ignores
me.  I think she tries to hide it with all the excuses about his work, but
your father always has time for you no matter how much he works.  If I
didn't have you, I think I would have done something stupid, like maybe
kill myself.  That's how depressed I've been."  Oh my god!  I never
realized he felt like that.  HE always seemed to be the strong one between
us, always taking the lead role of protector with me.  I never thought that
maybe he needed that protection.  "Robert, I never..." "You promised
Brent," he said as he held up his hand.  "Sorry."

"When we were in middle school together, I looked forward to each day I'd
get to see you and spend time playing basketball and basically not having
to be alone.  I had the toughest time my freshman year of high school,
because you weren't there.  That probably why I've spent so much time here
at your house the past two years, just to have you close to me."  Robert
paused and looked as if he was reinforcing his nerve about telling me all
this, then he said it, "Brent," he came forward and bent down next to my
bed and looked me straight in the eyes, "I think the reason why I'm not
sexually attracted to Michelle is because I'm in love with someone else.
It's someone that I care so much about that I feel as if my soul aches when
we're apart.  I'm sure that this someone has no idea that I feel this way
and I've been so scared to tell them because they might reject me."  "No
they wouldn't Robert!  You're a great guy!  Who is it?  Do I know them?"
Ok, so I can't keep my mouth shut.  The drama of this is killing me and at
the same time, I feel like my own heart is breaking.

Robert smiled at me and then, "yeah you know him," HIM, did he just say
him?
 
"... Brent.  It's you," and then leaned forward, took my stunned face into
his hands and gave me the longest and sweetest kiss that I had ever had in
my life.  My soul was devoured as he drew it into his body.

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Now don't hate me for this cliffhanger here.  If I keep going, this one
chapter will be a novel instead of an addition.  Hope you enjoyed it.  Send
any feedback to me at brent@cutey.com.