Date: Thu, 23 Jan 2014 20:07:07 -0500
From: David Gaingridge <davidgaingridge@gmail.com>
Subject: Play Or Be Played Chapter One

Disclaimer:  The following story is a work of gay fiction. It contains
sexual acts between males in high school as well as with males beyond high
school age. There are scenes of humiliation, some of them graphic.  If this
subject matter is offensive to you or if you are too young to be reading
it, please exit now. You have been warned.  This story is the property of
the author under copyright laws, and may not be used elsewhere without
written consent. Do not read this if you're a minor or are offended by gay
situations.

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Play Or Be Played: Chapter One

"And so the social identity theory examines the effects of placing people
into ingroups or outgroups. Now, how does this micro concept relate to a
macro theory?" Ms. Williams paused as she looked around the
room. "Mr. Davis, what do you think?"

I nudged Aaron in the hopes that he would wake up. He opened an eye and saw
Ms. Williams staring him down. He quickly composed himself and said in a
rather sheepish tone: "sorry, Ms. Williams...uh what was the question?"

"Which sociological concept relates to the psychological social identity
theory?"

"Uh, labelling theory?"

"Correct, perhaps all of my students should nap while I give a lecture."
She teased.

As she spoke I couldn't help but notice how Aaron's shirt had risen up a
bit while he was napping showing off his impeccable muscles. It was tight
enough anyways that you could see his muscles from years of playing
football even with it on. The sleeve of his shirt clung to his bicep just
as if it was another layer of skin. His soft dusting of brunette on his
arms complimented his darker hair on his head. I don't know what's going on
with me these last few weeks, but I really started noticing how hot some of
the guys were. But right now I knew I had to shake these feelings I was
having or standing up was going to be a nightmare.

"Now Brad," she said turning to me, "what other term is used to describe
this behaviour where these people adopt this role and become that label?"
"Oh...ah...I'm not sure." I meekly replied.

"Anyone else?" She turned her attention to the rest of the class. No one
raised their hands.

"It's called a self-fulfilling prophecy." Just as she said that the bell
rang signaling the end of the school day. "Just one moment please. Now, I
know the test is next week, but I think a quiz tomorrow would benefit all
of you. See you then."

We all filed out of the classroom and into the packed hallway. Our town
wasn't too big so we only had one high school, but needless to say it was
at maximum capacity. I didn't mind though since you could brush up against
a hottie's ass and no one would make a big deal out of it. I did this to
Aaron a few times on the way to our lockers.

"Man, I can't believe we have a quiz tomorrow. I have practice tonight and
don't really have time to study," Aaron exasperatedly said as he slammed
his locker shut.

"Yeah I know what you mean. I have that article to write for the paper and
a bunch of other stuff due soon."

"Yeah I know. I haven't been on top of my homework since our combined 18th
birthday a few weeks ago. I'm still recovering from it." Aaron joked.

"Yeah I know. Never again will I have that much!"

"Hey why don't after practice I pick you up and you and I study tonight."
"Sounds good man. See ya in a bit."

"Cool! I'll swing by the newspaper office after and pick you up."

Pick me up and pummel my ass good and deep on the desk?  I thought to
myself. Instead I replied with "see ya then!"

I mean I'm not sure if I'm bi or gay. I've hooked up with a girl last year,
but it just didn't feel right. I'm just having so many thoughts running
through my head. Do I like guys? Does that make me gay? But I haven't had
sex with a guy? What does that mean? Am I half gay? Do I start sleeping
with 80 people now? And on top of all that, acceptances are being mailed
out in a few weeks for admissions to college. I just really hope I can get
a lacrosse scholarship because that's the only way I can attend.

And this is when I usually think of Aaron. He always calms me down with his
shorter hair, his scruff, the way he wears button-ups that show off his
tanned, muscular physique. And the way you can see some of his chest hairs
with those shirts. We had gym class together as well and I can assure you
he was definitely packing a pretty package down there too.  I realized I
was still out in the hall with a full-blown erection so I quickly grabbed
my books, shoved them in front of my crotch, and ran to the newspaper
office.

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Aaron picked me up just as I finished editing the last article. When I
first saw him I thought he had showered, but his B.O. said otherwise. I
didn't really mind since this was Aaron's scent. God, even his scent was so
hot! All throughout the ride to his house I had to keep squirming so my
boner wouldn't be too obvious. We were too busy shootin' the breeze so I
don't think he noticed.  Thank god Aaron only lived ten minutes from the
school because if I had to wait any longer I would've busted a nut with my
constant readjusting and Aaron's smell.

Aaron and I both lived on the east side of town where it was predominantly
middle class homes each with one or two kids. It was nice that I only lived
one block over; that was how we initially became friends back in the fifth
grade. I found this out when my dog got loose and ended up in Aaron's
backyard. Coincidentally, his backyard backs onto my neighbour's backyard
as well.

As Aaron pulled the truck into the driveway I noticed that his parents
weren't home. Place all to ourselves? Why, whatever would we do? Or rather,
who would be doing what to whom?

As we got out of the truck, Aaron smelled his shirt and said, "man, I gotta
shower!"

"Yeah I was chocking all the way home on it. I just didn't wanna walk." I
teased as I playfully punched him on the arm.

"Fuck you, man." He laughed after that.

Yes please fuck me. Fuck me in the back of your truck...fuck, I gotta get
my head out of the gutter.

"I'm gonna go take a shower and then we'll study after."

"Cool," I said as I followed Aaron upstairs to his room. He slowly started
peeling off his damp clothing when we got to his room. If there was a loud
bass and some better lighting this could've been the hottest strip show
ever!

He left his jeans on and walked to the bathroom. Meanwhile I got to admire
those tight buns that really filled out every inch of his slim jeans.

As I slowly drew back to reality I pulled out my notes to study from and
sat down at Aaron's desk. I began by piling the notes into different
sections then going through the older stuff first. Unfortunately, Aaron's
room was at the back of the house which had windows from all three sides so
needless to say I fell asleep shortly thereafter.

"Morning sleeping beauty," Aaron said as he walked into his room.  I kinda
groaned and stretched trying to wake myself up. I turned towards Aaron and
was greeted to one of the most magnificent sights on earth – Aaron with
a towel around his waist. (There really is a god!).

"Well you took so long I got bored, man. Were you jerkin' off in there or
somethin'?" I teased.

"Ha don't need to jerk off when you look like this," he teased back flexing
his biceps. As he flexed the towel he wore dropped a little on his body. I
was trying to contain my excitement, but my member was straining against my
pants. Thank god he couldn't see it from how I was sitting.

"You're biceps are just big from jerking off so much."

"Well I do have a big cock."

There was a pause in the air after that. Had we gone too far? No, this is
what other guys did. Joked, talked about sex. We're just two guys messin'
around. Oh but for a breeze to blow up that towel. Why did Marilyn have all
the fun?

I turned back to my notes and started reading more psychological
theories...just trying to do anything to get my mind off of Aaron even
though he was practically behind me in a state that would be classified as
public indecency (though few would complain!). I flipped through my notes
and began reading. I had gotten through a few bullet points when I came
across a point that said `cockroaches – dominant or not.'

"Hey Aaron, do you remember what this point was about cockroaches?" I said
turning towards him. He had put on a pair of track pants and a hoodie and
from the looks of it no underwear.

"Hm...let's see," he said as he walked over to me (his package jingled with
each step). He leaned over and looked at my notes. "Oh ok, this is the
social facilitation effect. Basically if you're good at something that's
going to be your dominant response. If you're being watched by a lot of
people you're gonna be going through it faster than if it was just you by
yourself. But if your skill is weak that's going to be your dominant
response and the more people watching you then made you perform
worse. Basically the roaches were put in a maze and they were surrounded by
other roaches who watched them and depending if the maze was easy or not
that facilitated their response."

"Oh sweet, thanks man."

"Yeah, no problem."

I noticed that his bulge was at perfect eyelevel when he was bent over. Was
he trying to come onto me? Was he waiting to see if I would make a move?
Was I simply overthinking this? So I did something I wouldn't do – I
tugged on my dick to see what response that would evoke from him.  He
yawned and stretched. As he stretched he arched his back and thrust his
pelvis forward. I was practically drooling now.

I stretched as well, but this time I stretched my arms out and my left hand
`accidentally' grazed his package...and he was definitely plumping up.  He
ran his fingers on my shoulders and slowly down my chest. He reached my
nipples and slowly started playing with them. God it felt so good. He moved
his left hand down to my flat stomach feeling the firm flesh.  I turned my
head and our lips met in an embrace one only feels once a lifetime. I moved
my right hand up to his face and held his cheek as we continued to
kiss. God I didn't want this moment to end.

He lowered left hand even lower until it was resting on my package. I
moaned in delight. He took this as an invitation to continue. He jerked me
off as I moved my right hand from his cheek down to his chest. I felt the
muscles I had been craving for. They were so firm and impressive. I moved
my hand lower to his nipple and twisted it a little. He moaned in delight.

With his hand still massaging my junk he lead me over to his bed. He told
me to stand while he would suck me off if that was what I wanted. I
practically came just hearing that this hot muscle stud wanted to suck my
cock. I was so close that I was gonna blow any minute.

He took my dick out of my jeans and started going to town on it. He licked
up and down the shaft and teasing the head until I practically had to beg
him to suck me. He happily complied and engulfed me (or tried to) all in
one motion. He choked a little so I just told him that we'd have to work on
that later. He took his mouth off my cock and just smiled up at me.

With his left hand was jerking off his own dick through his pants and with
his right he was playing with my balls. I was in heaven! Then I felt that
old familiar feeling in my balls.

"A, I'm gonna cum!" I practically shouted as I unloaded into his mouth. He
swallowed my load and licked my dick clean afterwards. I was still coming
down from my high as he kissed me.

"That was fucking amazing!" I said. "But now it's my turn to do you!"

"Hey, Aaron, you home?"

And just like that reality came crashing back on us...

I motioned to Aaron to fix our clothes and make it look like we were
studying. "Yeah I'm up here with Brad," Aaron shouted back.

We had no sooner got everything looking like normal when Aaron's dad poked
his head into the door. "Hey guys," he said.

"Hey Mr. Davis," I replied at the same time Aaron said "hi Dad."

"I picked up some burgers at the store, what do you say about having them
for dinner?"

We both agreed and said we'd be down in a few minutes to help with dinner.

"That was close," I whispered. "Do you think he heard us?"

"I dunno, he acted the same."

"What does this mean for...us?"

"We have to go make dinner."

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I wasn't sure how school was gonna be the next day since Aaron or had I
talked about what we had done together. Aaron and I were close enough that
if either of us had a problem with the other we would talk to the other
about it not harbor some grudge. So I just played it cool.

Aaron was already at his locker when I got to mine. We both greeted each
other as we usually do and joked and bitched about the quiz today.

As I opened my locker a paper heart fell out onto the floor.

"A little early for Valentine's day isn't it?" Aaron remarked. "That's not
until next week."

I turned it over and I almost fainted right there. On the heart it read:

"Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Guess which footballer I saw
Giving head to you
XOXO"