Date: Sun, 6 Apr 2014 19:15:55 -0500
From: Gracen Hepburn <consortofmonoco@gmail.com>
Subject: The Jock and I part 10a

Disclaimer: This story contains depictions of male on male, graphic sexual
interactions. The characters are highschool aged and sometimes have unsafe
sex. ALWAYS USE A CONDOM! This is a complete work of fiction and any
similarities to persons or events is purley coincidental. Enjoy the story
and any feedback is welcome. -Gracen

Here are some pictures of what I think the characters look like:

Gunnar: http://www.martindelacroix.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/curly.jpg

Cameron: http://attheloft.typepad.com/.a/6a00e54ecca8b98833017d408c4c81970c-pi

Caroline: http://s463.photobucket.com/user/xxBlueButterflyxx/media/The%20Buaty%20in%20our%20breakdowns/PrettyGirl1.jpg.html

Lina: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zrMEm44n3Zo/TFCWsMlBRII/AAAAAAAArTM/LasaYv2YuAQ/s400/1+a+pretty+girl2.jpg

Nate: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Hva4QmJoDw/UBWsYJLHKVI/AAAAAAAAB10/hXSdin2Gyfs/s1600/120729+Adonis+0001.png

Kyle: http://farm9.staticflickr.com/8211/8342333135_1575d268ae_z.jpg


CH 10 (Part One)

****** Two years ago******

My first love was this baseball player his name was Zachary McKinty.

Zachary was beautiful. He had this pretty curly blond hair and a beautiful
face. We had this little summer fling. That was the year my mother found
out I was gay. That was just another reason for her to hate me. This one
time Zachary dared me to post a video of me masturbating online. Of course
I thought it was a terrible idea but Zachary had a way with words. And he
had a way with his hands that could make me do anything.

So I sat down and recorded myself masturbating while watching him touch
himself. It was the hottest thing I'd ever done. I made sure my face never
made it into the video. Then I posted it onto an anonymous webcam
site. Unfortunately Zachary had decided to title it and save it to a flash
drive for himself. Then I found out later, after we were over that he had
uploaded it to a few other sites. One that he would catfish guys with. He
would pretend to be me and then record their videos and upload them to the
internet to out them.

I told him to stop but he wouldn't until I finally got the flash drive from
him and destroyed it. I thought that was the end of it but I was wrong.


****** Two years later******


I felt tired when I woke up. Kind of like I hadn't really been sleeping at
all. I shifted in the bed and bumped into Cameron. He was breathing softly
and his chest was moving ever so gently.  I ran a hand over his lightly
hairy chest. My breathing synced with his. I had the biggest urge to kiss
him but I couldn't. I wouldn't.

I didn't want to keep hurting him so I needed to keep my distance. Besides,
he was with Juliette now and I couldn't do that. Not again. I already got
him to break up with one girlfriend I couldn't possibly make him break up
with another.

I took this moment to look ar his face, to really look at it. His eye
lashes were long and dark like he was perpetually wearing a thin coat of
mascara. His cheek bones were high and fleshy. He had these little lines in
the corners of his eyes where he smiles too often. His lips lay still on
his beautiful face. They were full and deep red and in a perpetual
pout. His cheeks were red with sleep. His facial hair was clean and tamed
on his masculine jaw.

"I love you too," I whispered. Then I rolled off the bed and went to the
bathroom to clean myself up a little. I was looking in the mirror, brushing
my hair when I heard a knock on the door. I tensed up and stared at
myself. The knock came again, softer this time.

I tiptoed to the door and peeked in the peephole. Kyle stood there quietly
wearing a black hoodie. He had on a pair of leather gloves and there was
something metal, what I thought to be a blade, in his pocket. I backed up,
mortified. With shaky hands, I called the police.

"9-1-1 what is your emergency?"

"The guy who is trying to kill me is outside my apartment door. Please
hurry." I whispered my address and the dispatcher told me to stay calm. I
waited and I watched him stand there. Then I saw his panicked look as the
sirens blared. Then the police arrested him and took him away. In seconds
Cameron, still only in his boxers, was at my side.

"What's going on?"

"I think Kyle is the person who's been threatening me."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, he came to the door this morning and I called the police."

"Why didn't you come get me?"

"Because I was scared he would hear me and run off before the police got
here." Cameron hugged me close and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm glad you are safe now."

"I'm glad too." We stood there like that for a few minutes before getting
dressed and heading to school in our own cars.

The day seemed to run by slowly and in two classes, one seat sat
empty. Kyle's seat. Part of me was relieved to have gotten my antagonist
locked up and yet, somewhere deep inside of me was a fear that it wasn't
Kyle at all. I mean, yes it made sense, he was creepy and he was there at
almost every event. And today he was wearing the same, or at least a
similar, hoodie today, as the one on my attacker Monday night.

In choir I sat there watching everyone else sing, including Cameron. I was
still far too shaken up to do much at all. My teacher could see there was
something wrong but he didn't point it our for the fact that everyone in
the room would turn and look at me. Cam glanced over and gave me this sweet
half smile and winked at me. I blushed and smiled back and started to sing
my part.

Later at lunch I sat with Caroline and Lina, talking about this morning.

"So you got him arrested?" Lina questioned.

"Yes, I'm so glad that creep is out of my life. As long as he is behind
bars he is safe. But why did he want to murder me?"

"No clue. That really doesn't make any sense," Caroline pondered aloud.

"Are you excited for boating with Nate tonight?" Lina asked, with a big
smile.

"Yeah, I think it will be a lot of fun and a good chance to just relax and
forget about the horrors of the past few days."

"True that," Caroline bit into a carrot.

"And you look so adorable. Boat shoes and a sailor shirt. With red
pants... Are you trying to impress him?"

"Impress who?" Nate asked sitting down with us.

"No one!" I glared at the girls. They giggled and continued eating.

"Okay, anyway, I will be waiting for you after school at my locker. Come
get me and we can go boating." He put a hand on mine and I tensed a
little. Then he smiled and left.

"He's so cute!" Lina smiled.

"No. He is just a friend."

"Just a friend, my foot," Corinne said getting up, "Have a good day guys."

"You too," Lina and I replied simultaneously. Just then the school bell
rang and I got up and told Lina goodbye before going to class.

In class we had a test and I couldn't concentrate at all. I was thinking
too much about everything else. The boating with Nate, the whole thing with
Kyle. I felt almost bad, by now for getting him arrested. I didn't know for
sure that it was him. All I knew was that he looked dirty and
sketchy. Maybe he was homeless.

Maybe, for all I know, he was living in an abandoned shack in the forest.

When the school day finally ended, I met Nate at his locker and we went to
his truck. It smelled really metallic inside.

"Are you as excited as me?"

"Yes, I even wore my sailor outfit."

"I've been looking forward to this for a while now," Nate smiled at me and
then turned back to the road.

"Going out with me?"

"No, going boating with you."

"Oh, that's funny." We arrived at the edge of a lake and went down to the
big boat. Nate grabbed my hand and helped me aboard before jumping in and
starting it up. He drove us out to the middle of the lake.

"So I heard someone got arrested this morning."

"Yeah, I think I finally figured out who was harassing me."

"Oh really? Who was it?"

"That Kyle kid."

"Oh, weird, why did he want you dead, it seems like he would have no
motive. You've like never talked to the kid right?"

"No but I guess he had some sort of beef with me."

"I guess." Nate came close and put a hand on my leg, "I hate to be so
forward but I think you are gorgeous."

"Nate."

"I totally respect that you don't want to have sex with me but can I please
at least kiss you?"

"I don't know..." Nate leaned in and his lips were so close to mine.

"Please," he whispered. I came forward and our lips met in an intense
kiss. He moved his lips in the most sensual way. Then he pulled me on top
of him, the sun beat down on us as he slid a hand under my shirt. His touch
was electric. I straddled him and felt him hardening. I rubbed my hands on
his chiseled chest, over his thin cotton t-shirt.

I felt his tongue on my lips, begging for entrance. I parted my lips and he
probed my mouth with a sort of hunger. Almost like he needed to be kissed
by me. I battle his tongue for a bit before I found my hand traveling down
to his dick.

"What are you doing, Gunnar?"

"Is this not okay?"

"No its perfect but I just want you to make sure that this is what you
want."

"It is. I need some action."  I reached into his jeans and took hold of his
huge cock.

"Christ what is this thing?"

"In my family, we call it a penis."

"In my family, we call it a fucking fire hose." He laughed as I kissed his
cheek and then his neck. I pulled his skin over the head of the monster and
then pushed it back down and Nate moaned.

"Suck it? Please?"

"I don't know if I can get all of it down, but I will try." I climbed down
his body and undid his pants before pulling his member free from his
restraining underwear. I put my lips on the head and then took about five
inches into my mouth. Then I breathed out and swallowed some more. Then I
quickly came up for air. I gasped in a few breaths and then tried again.
His pole was so huge. I finally made myself take about three fourths of the
length. My eyes teared up and all the while, Nate sat back and cheered me
on.

"Oh yeah, Gunnar, just a little bit more. You almost have the whole thing
in. You are doing a great job, Babe." He ran his hand through my curls and
I slowly but surly engulfed the whole thing and then he moaned. I pulled
off and dove back down. Once again I got the whole thing in my mouth. His
body jolted and he cried out.

"Are you okay?" I asked pulling off of his throbbing member.

"I'm amazing, do that again. But first let's get more comfortable. He got
up and laid out a comfy looking towel and quickly stripped out of his
clothes. Then he pulled me close and lifted me up slightly to land a peck
on my lips. He unbuttoned my sailor shirt and then he got me out of my
pants, underwear, shoes and socks. We stood there, in the warm sun on the
middle of a lake bare-ass naked.

In one swift movement he had me on my back and he was in between my knees.

"I can't wait to have your meat in my mouth, Gunnar." He grinned before
enveloping it all like a pro. He bobbed and bobbed and deep throated me. He
pulled up for air and a string of saliva spilled down his chin.

Nate, then, straddled my chest and slowly eased his anaconda back into my
mouth. When I got more used to it, he started face fucking me.

"Shit, this is so great, Gunnar." We both moaned as I sucked his rod.

"I have an idea," Nate said, pulling out of my mouth. He positioned me with
my ass high in the air. My face was on the ground and my arms were straight
out from my body. And then he dove into my hole. Lapping and sucking and
kissing and twisting and probing all over the extremely sensitive spot.

He grabbed hold of my aching hard-on and jerked it gently while he went all
ham on my sweet hole.

"Jesus, Nate, this feels amazing."

"I want to fuck you, Baby, but I get if you can't handle this thing, most
guys can't."

"Bitch please, I will ride that like a pro."

"I keep a condom in my pocket for emergencies." I reached into his pants
pocket and pulled out a condom and tossed it to him. He peeled it open and
rolled it down his length. I pushed him down and quickly mounted him. And
then I impaled my loosened ass onto his meat. I screamed out in pain and I
could feel it poking around in my guts.

I started bouncing as soon as I felt the pleasure. His manhood was touching
places that had never been touched before, I was experiencing pleasure I
had never felt before. My face flushed and I could feel heat starting to
pool in my lower body as I picked up pace. I rode him good and fast before
suddenly, without much warning, I blew my load.

It blasted onto his face and hair and the towel. More flew out and pooled
on his abs, the last dripped out and ran down my balls and onto his cock. I
quivered and grimaced as his pole rubbed my prostate, over stimulating
it. He pulled me off and laid me on my back. Then he ripped the condom off
and busted his nut all over my stomach.

I lay there panting and he collapsed beside me.

"That was awesome."

"Yeah it was." Nate stood up and began cleaning himself off. I followed
suit and used the towel under me to wipe off the cum on my tummy. I had my
back to him now.

"You know I think that it's really sick what Kyle did." I was surprised at
the sudden topic change.

"Well it was pretty scary." I bent down and picked up my cell phone.

"I just can't believe he would send you a basket of dead rats." I
stopped. The breath in my lungs ceased. My eyes widened.

"What?" I asked, hearing the quake in my voice and hoping he hadn't
noticed.

"What?" I speed dialed Cameron. When I knew he had picked up I asked, "How
did you know about the rats, Nate? I never told you about the rats."

"It must've been in the news."

"Yeah, it must've. I love the way the sun looks in the middle of Sailman's
Lake." I said slightly louder, I pulled on my pants and shirt.

"Yeah me too. It hits the water just right." Nate's voice was right behind
me, it was much more ominous this time. And then I felt a sharp pain in my
head and then everything went black.



=^-^= Author's Note =^-^=

I decided to do chapter ten in two parts, to keep the tension and to keep
you hanging so it will be posted next week!I always love feedback so send
me your thoughts, tell me what you want to see happen, give me some ideas,
help me create a new character. Love you all and thank you so very much for
investing time in my story. Special thanks to my amazing editor and new
friend, Shane Amirault.