Date: Thu, 8 Jan 2015 15:17:19 -0500
From: Sean Ward <man_u_4_life@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Boys of White Oaks Chapter 4

This story is intended for persons 18 and older.

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Peter's arms, shoulders and chest felt like they were on fire. With his
teeth clenched and his elbows starting to buckle, he managed to put out one
final rep before resting the barbell with 320 pounds of weight back onto
the stand. "That's one more rep than yesterday." Peter thought to himself
feeling fairly proud with his achievement. He loved that Coach Henry was
there gym teacher; he basically let the boys use the school gym for the
entire period. Was it part of the school curriculum? Probably not, but
Peter didn't really care, his arms were looking buff.

"As always, thanks for the spot." Peter said, as he wiped the sweat of his
forehead with the gym towel.

"So, tomorrow is a leg day?" Scott asked as he let out a big yawn.

"It certainly is my good man." Peter said as he flexed, checked out his
biceps in the mirror behind the weight rack. "Don't tell me you're tired?"

"I'm exhausted... I must be getting run down or something." Scott said
rubbing his itching eyes. "I feel a little stuffy."

"We'll stay away from me than." Peter said covering his mouth and nose with
the bottom of his red under armor compression tank top; this showed off his
hard and chiselled six pac abs with a light dusting of blonde hair, the
spandex material in the top clung like skin to his well developed pecs.

"Screw you roid monkey." Scott laughed. "When did you get abs?"

"Roid monkey?" Peter said sounding amused and irritable. "These muscles are
all mine baby, one hundred percent Canadian beef."

"No filler?" Scott said pressing on; he knew how to piss Peter
off. "Canadian beef my ass."

"See this barbell?" Peter asked seriously but clearly not "Wanna see
filler? Bend over." Peter laughed.

"So Friday night, I was thinking of having some people over for a get
together." Scott said abruptly changing the topic. "I know Marcus is
definitely in, Nathan said he has to see what Simon is doing... obviously."

"A get together?" Peter grinned. "More like the first keg party of the
school year right?"

"Well my parents are in Turks and Caicos `til next Monday." Scott smiled.

"I'd love to but I have a date that night." Peter said still checking out
his arms in the mirror.

"A date huh?" Scott said, as he started curling some 45 pound dumb bells,
his arms nicely muscled and looking pumped.  "You know sitting at home on a
Friday night checking out potential bottoms on Grindr isn't called a date,
it's called being a whore."

"Actually I have a date, and it's with Adam." Peter said quietly, he didn't
want word to get around the school just yet, he knew everyone would be
talking about it otherwise. "Hence why I said keep your cold to yourself."

"Good for you." Scott said looking astonished.

"Don't look so surprised." Peter laughed.

"No... Just Adam is really hot is all." Scott replied. "Dare I say, White
Oaks has a new power couple on the horizon?"

"If all goes well..................." Peter smiled. "Now shut up or you'll
jinx it."

"I assume we are almost whispering because we don't want crazy ex to find
out?" Scott asked in a hushed tone.

"The last thing I need is for Brent to fuck anything up." Peter said
heatedly.

"Your secret is safe with me." Scott said pretending to zip his lips.

"So, how about you?" Peter asked curiously as he gulped down half his water
bottle in one go. "Seeing anyone?"

"Not really, the usual suspects you know, the friends with benefits." Scott
said pushing his sweat soaked hair back from his face; his wet red hair
looked almost copper. "And I'm more than fine with that." Scott said with a
cocky grin.

"You're such a hoe." Peter laughed.

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Downtown White Oaks was like stepping into Bal Harbour, Florida or Chevy
Chase, Maryland, a strip of high end stores ranging from Louis Vuitton,
Dior, Burberry and Cartier and so on. Cafes with quaint sidewalk patios set
up with small tables and chairs under different colored awnings and
canopies, it reminded Adam of Paris. Garden beds were perfectly pruned and
trees trimmed in perfect round shapes that lined the street on both
sides. At the end of the strip where Adam could see Three Oaks Boulevard
join up with Mountain Pass Road was a traffic roundabout with a large water
fountain in the middle.

"How about Brooks Brothers?" Adam said looking in the store window deciding
if it was a go inside or pass kind of store. "This store reeks of white
privilege; it looks like shit my dad would wear." Adam said with a
disgusted look on his face.

"Yeah... you don't strike me as pockets square kind of guy either." Nathan
smirked. "I'm still adamant that you need a classic navy blazer, something
you can wear with a dress shirt to a formal function or put over a t-shirt
and its casual, yet classic."

"You're my stylist; you tell me where we go." Adam laughed.

"I'm thinking Ted Baker would have exactly what we're looking for." Nathan
said opening the door for Adam. "After you sir."

Adam followed Nathan between the different racks and tables of neatly hung
and piled shirts, tee's and pants. "This would look so hot on
you........... Same with this........ and this too." Nathan said as he
grabbed different tops and pants. "Arm's out."

Adam put both his arms out as Nathan flopped down the pile of clothing into
his waiting arms. "I think this is good for now. Go try them on." Nathan
said feeling confident he was going to make Adam look even hotter than he
was. "Peter is going to cream his pants when I'm done with you."

"What makes you think this is for Peter?" Adam laughed

"Please... I saw you two the other day at school, and again at the
lighthouse... you were mentally fucking, the shit out of each other."
Nathan said with a grin.

"That reminds me of another thing I wanted to talk to you about..." Adam
said from behind the dark paisley change room privacy drapes. "But not
here."

"What are you talking about?" Nathan laughed. "Oh... Ok... Yeah for sure,
but not even with a girl?"

"Nope..." Adam laughed nervously.

"So you're a gold star." Nathan said with an amused grin. "That's hot
actually."

"Really?" Adam asked sounding unsure.

"It's a lot better than being a slut." Nathan replied.

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At Starbucks, Nathan and Adam found a secluded small round table out of the
way so they could have `the talk'. "I feel so parental." Nathan smiled.

"I'm nervous about our date, what if he wants to do something? I've never
had sex with anyone..." Adam whispered, thinking hard. "Actually, not
totally true, I did get a hand job on a plane once... but I was still
wearing my pants."

"Yeah unless its skin on skin, I don't think it counts as sex." Nathan
wondered. "I don't think Peter would even want to have sex with you on the
first date."

"Really?" Adam asked sounding unsure.

"I think he'll want to take it slow. Him and Brent were all about the sex,
I think he wants a boyfriend who is more than place to put his cock."
Nathan replied.

"I've obviously watched enough porn to know what to do." Adam
laughed. "What does it feel like?"

"If you and the guy have chemistry, it's amazing; it's like the best thing
ever." Nathan smiled. "When I see Simon, which you know is rare, we fuck
like rabbits."

"I think I'm a bottom." Adam said in a hushed tone.

"Have you seen your ass?" Nathan smirked with a slight laugh. "I think it
would be sinful not to be."

"I just know when I think about being with a guy; I want to be the one on
the bottom getting fucked." Adam smiled widely. "It feels so good to talk
about this with someone."

"Right? Coming out was the best thing you ever did." Nathan said. "I'm a
bottom like ninety five percent of the time, Marcus is a bottom, shocker."
Nathan laughed "and Scott is pretty versatile... Peter is for sure a top. I
don't even think he's had a dick in his ass."

"What does it feel like?" Adam asked

"Well at first it hurts a bit sometimes a lot, but you're so horny it's
like you don't even care... You just want it, need it. Than once his head
is inside you it's usually smooth sailing until you feel the end of his
dick touch your insides, than it can be a little... not painful but awkward
feeling. After a couple minutes you start to get use to the feeling and you
stop mentally cock blocking yourself and just go for it, once he starts
going it feels great." Nathan said with passion.

"In porn it looks so easy." Adam said "Like its nothing."

"Well, when you have sex for a living I'm sure it's like throwing a hotdog
down a hallway." Nathan grinned. "My favourite thing about Simon's cock
though, it has this curve like a banana, so when he's doing me, I can feel
his cock head against my prostate."

"Feels good?" Adam asked curiously.

"Oh my god... Adam it's the best, it's like the male g-spot. You will
literally blow a load like you've never done before." Nathan was longing
for Simon the more he talked. "Now, with oral sex."

"Any tips their?" Adam asked.

"Obviously, first rule, no one likes vomit on their junk. Relax your
throat, open it and just take that sucker. Guys love a guy who can deep
throat, when you're not, pay attention to his cock head, really lap at it
with you tongue, while you stroke his shaft, rub your tongue over the blunt
side of his head especially if he's uncut because the skin there is so
sensitive and of course that ridge where the head meets the shaft, most
guys love that." Nathan paused to take a sip of his coffee. "And never,
ever, should a guy feel teeth on his dick."

"I should have brought my note pad." Adam said looking somewhat
flustered. "Maybe tonight I'll practice on a Banana."

"I would strongly recommend it." Nathan said laughing hard while trying to
remain composed. "Can you take a video of that please?"

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"Don't you think Coach Henry is hot?" Marcus asked, as him and Nathan
attached the net to the goal posts, Adam was within ear shot while he
pegged the bottom of the net into the soft earth. It was Thursday evening
and Adam knew it would only be about 24 hours until he got to see peter
again, his heart felt like it was floating just thinking about it.

"You're 18, and he's like 50." Nathan said looking at Marcus as if to say
are you for real?

"So what, age is so stupid, a hot guy, is a hot guy..." Marcus answered
back. "He's such a burly bear, so much man in one package."

"You love your daddy bears don't you?" Adam laughed.

"I do like mature men I guess you could say." Marcus replied with a wink.

"To bad he's married you home wrecker." Nathan laughed

"To a man or woman?" Adam asked curiously.

"A woman..? Really Adam... have you seen how tight his shorts are? Nathan
asked pointedly. "Next summer I'll take you to Vancouver Pride, where
you'll see him walking up Davie Street with two nipple piercings, in a
leather jock strap."

"Sign me up." Marcus said sounding completely turned on by the thought.

"Sorry to get back on topic." Adam said sounding more serious. "What
exactly are we looking for, as far as players go? Obviously talent, but any
positions in particular."

"Midfields and defence." Nathan said. "We are already such an offensive
team, forwards are not a weak point for us."

"So if any of the guys come looking for forward?" Adam asked

"You tell them better luck next year and send them packing." Marcus
laughed.

"It's true you have to really." Nathan smiled. "Ninety five percent of the
team, is returning players from last season, so it really only takes like 3
or 4 guys to fill up our roster."

"Well I hope Brent is a forward because he's coming this way." Adam said
suddenly feeling tense and uptight as he watched Brent walk across the
field in his white tight fitting football pants and even tighter long
sleeve navy blue compression shirt, he looked a lot more ripped and muscled
after football practice Adam though as he sized him up. "Just what we
need."

"Nice outfits." Brent said with his typical smug grin. The three soccer
jocks sported black and white soccer cleats with navy socks that clung
tightly to their calf muscles and shin pads, each wore a pair of white
soccer shorts which showed of their well developed quads, thighs and
hamstrings and a snug fitting navy jersey top. "The knee high socks are
cute." Brent said in a sarcastic tone.

"Brent, it's been a while." Nathan said trying to sound friendly and
forcing a smile.

"Likewise Bradshaw, see you're keeping well." Brent said, his demeanor more
or less matched that of Nathan's

"Very well." Nathan said coldly. "So what can I do for you?"

"I was going to ask you and Marcus, if you wanted to come to my place
Friday night... I'm having a barbeque... Bring your friend too." Brent
said, nodding his head towards Adam.

"Actually Marcus and I are going to Scott's party that night, and Adam has
a date." Nathan said trying to look like he was sorry he couldn't make
it. "Maybe another time though."

"Funny, I'll have to ask Scott, I never recall getting my invite." Brent
said looking slightly annoyed and red in the face.

"I'm sure he just didn't get to telling you yet." Marcus spoke up.

"We all sit next to each other in biology." Brent said briskly.

"It was likely just a simple oversight." Nathan said with a cocky smile.

"I'm sure..." Brent replied. "So this date Adam, do I know this guy?"

"You might, but I think I'll be a gentleman and keep my private life
private." Adam said giving Brent a dirty look.

"I'll see you guys later." Brent said with a false smile and he turned to
walk away.

"The only decent thing about that guy is the way his butt looks in those
football pants." Nathan said sounding annoyed. "Whenever he comes around I
feel this cold cloud of desolation, he's seriously like Lord Voldemort."

"You're hilarious." Adam snorted, as he let out a laugh. "I just want to
punch him in the face."

"Just wait until he finds out your date is with Peter." Nathan shook his
head with a smile. "Don't worry about him; I'll make sure he stays in
line."

"I really can't wait for him to find out." Adam said with a look of
determination. "I'm not gonna to subscribe to his drama; I'll deal with him
directly, man to man."

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Scott's house was nothing like Adam would have imagined, the minute you
walked through the grand entrance, and you knew how proud his family were
of their Scottish heritage. The color throughout the house was of dark rich
greens and reds, even dark blue. Wooden beams spanned across the ceiling of
each room, the kind that you would see in old English manor. The arm chairs
and sofa was all distressed looking rich dark brown leather with bronze
studs, each with a tartan cashmere throw blanket, the wood furniture was
all dark brown with red undertones, huge paintings in elaborate antique
frames of historical figures, battles and fox hunts adorned the many
walls. In the dining room was a wooden floor with a large Persian rug, it
was under a long dining room table that was set as if royalty might pop
over in a moment's notice. At the far end of the long, narrow room with
high ceilings was a grand wood fireplace with the family crest above the
mantle.

"Great dinner, you seriously didn't have to do all this Scott." Peter said
as he took another bite of his succulent chicken breast stuffed with
cranberry goat's cheese and lightly drizzled with a savoury herb sauce over
a bed of steamed vegetables lightly buttered with roasted potatoes in olive
oil and rosemary.

"You're maid can cook." Marcus said closing his eyes and taking in the
flavour of every bite.

"Rosie is amazing in the kitchen. We're so blessed to have her; she's like
a second mom to me. I'm trying to learn more Spanish so we and talk better,
she's doing really well so far considering she moved here from Spain only a
year and a half ago and didn't know very much English at the time."

"I love Spain; I'm due a trip back there. We did a week on a yacht just off
Majorca one summer. It was one of my best holidays." Adam said thinking
back; it almost made him miss summer a little bit. "I love the accents."

"Do you want me to speak Spanish to you tomorrow night Adam?" Peter asked
playfully.

"If you can, that would be wonderful." Adam laughed. The thought of Peter
with any sexy accent was cum-in-my-pants hot to him.

"My family is from Spain and you'd think I'd know some Spanish...... Not a
freak'n word of it." Marcus said taking a sip of his red wine.

"I thought you were Italian?" Nathan said taking a rather large gulp of his
white wine. "Didn't you tell me you were Italian?"

"Um, I never told you that..." Marcus said looking at Nathan questioningly
with a big smirk on his face. "I think you just assumed because I have
gorgeous sun kissed skin year round."

"How about you Peter?" Adam asked curiously. "What's your background?"

"It's weird, both my parents are Canadian. Just before I was born, my
parents moved to London, England for about a year, my dad had some job at a
bank there. I ended up being born while we lived in London, so I guess that
make me kind of British too?" Peter wondered.

"I think it does actually." Nathan said wondering. "And I'm just straight
up Canadian."

"So whatever made you want to throw such a posh dinner on a Thursday
evening?" Marcus asked, grabbing the bottle of cabernet sauvignon and
refilling his glass.

"Well I know not everyone can make it tomorrow night." Scott smiled looking
at Peter and Adam. "But I just wanted to celebrate the year ahead and say
how great, even though how short a time it's been, to add such a great guy
like Adam to our family of friends."

"Cheer's to that!" Peter said loudly, raising his wine glass, as the other
boys followed. "This is our last year of high school, let's make it count."

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End of Chapter 4