Date: Tue, 11 Mar 2014 23:17:56 -0500
From: Gracen Hepburn <consortofmonoco@gmail.com>
Subject: The Jock and I part 7

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

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

Mitchell: http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5qt6cajFO1ry3478o1_250.jpg

Elliot: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SyrqiNa9lmY/TroBn3aw2_I/AAAAAAAAHgk/8WjimjN9FD4/s1600/495505ebba88a8b3b3573e8c059aa6d4.jpg

Brandon:http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kGTBoQDqbcA/TroCFoduU_I/AAAAAAAAHkM/5pIzbw0x_co/s1600/tumblr_lseke7hZjf1qc1zplo1_500.jpg

Ezra: http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hhLGfmi-TGI/TroCAdi-FkI/AAAAAAAAHjk/KDxxyvSe5xE/s1600/Sensitif-62-Hot-Models-Burbujas-De-Deseo-014.jpg


CH 7


I felt some rustling next to me. I had the WORST headache and when I opened
my eyes the light flooding in burned. I covered my eyes with my hand and
stumbled to the bathroom. I had barely gotten the toilet lid up before the
contents of my stomach poured out. I laid on the cold tile floor for what
seemed like forever before standing up and splashing my face with ice cold
water. I slumped on the edge of the bathtub and tried to recall the night
before.

I combed a hand through my curls and then stood up and went to the medicine
cabinet to find some aspirin. I took two little red capsules and swallowed
them with like three hundred glasses of water. I slowly went back into the
unfamiliar bedroom and searched desperately for a pair of sunglasses. I
found some on the dresser and put them on. That's when I took in the mess
around me.

There were three other unconscious guys in the room. Two of them I knew
from school and one of them I had never met. Well never met sober,
anyway. That's when I realized that my ass was killing me. There were
clothes tossed carelessly in little piles here and there. Red solo cups
were tipped over and sitting all around.

All three guys were naked or partially naked but none of them had on
underwear or anything covering the lower halves of their bodies. One boy
was Mitchell. He was spread out on the floor wearing only the t-shirt from
last night. The guy laying in the bed was Brandon Benson. His shorter dark
hair was messy and his chiseled face was red and puffy from sleep. He
wasn't wearing anything and his defined body was exposed.

The third boy was a guy about my height with short dirty-blonde hair. He
was laying on a cedar chest at the foot of the bed. I pulled on a silk robe
from the closet and stepped into some underwear that I hoped were mine. I
carefully maneuvered out of the room and down the hall.

"Lina?" I whispered loudly. I made my way past debris and finally found her
in the kitchen making eggs.

"Gabey! How was your night? I mean I could hear it so I know that it was
good."

"Jesus H. Do you have to yell?"

"I'm not? Oh... You're hungover."

"Shhh.. Each word is like a gunshot."

"Haha how are you feeling?"

"Like death. I don't remember anything."

"Well after you broke up with Cameron you came in and started drinking like
a sailor. Then you, Brandon, Mitchell and Elliot went to a room and got
pretty wild. You are like the only people who stayed this late.

"Late?"

"its like two p.m."

"Ugh. I slept till two?"

"You didn't even actually go to sleep till probably like six or seven, you
were a mess."

"Nasty. I need a shower." I walked slowly back to the room I was
in. Brandon, Elliot and Mitchell were starting to wake up.

"Ugh, I wish I remembered having sex with you guys." I said as I entered.

"You were pretty great," Brandon said as he sat up.

"Yeah last night was fun. But we shouldn't tell anyone. I have a
girlfriend," Elliot said his face getting red.

"As if everyone doesn't already know," Mitchell glanced over, "you were
pretty vocal while I was fucking you." Elliot blushed hard and quickly
found some clothes.

Brandon smiled as he smacked Elliot's butt, "you are a little bitch when
you get a dick in you, El."

"Kill yourself."

"I don't remember any of it," I said trying to bring back any memory of it
that I could. Mitchell came over to me and untied my robe and kissed my
neck, "Maybe we can jog your memory."

Brandon gently pulled the robe off me and started caressing my firm ass.

"I gotta go," Elliot said starting to leave.

"Hey, no, don't leave, I'm gonna fuck that tight little ass, again."

I started kissing Brandon while Mitchell coaxed Elliot into getting on his
knees. Elliot slowly wrapped his lips around Mitch's hardening member.

"That's right, El, suck my big dick."

"We don't have to have sex again if you aren't feeling it," Brandon said.

"I want to." I grabbed his manhood and started jerking it before getting on
my knees and going to town on the thick, meaty pole.  Brandon's eyes rolled
back back as his faced the ceiling and moaned loudly. I reached up and
rubbed my hands all up and down his perfect abs. I noticed that Elliot and
Mitch had moved to the bed and Elliot was laying on his stomach ,with his
ass high in the air, while Mitchell inserted his fingers in Elliot's red,
puckered hole.

I pulled off Brandon's pole and my saliva dripped down my chin and mixed
with his pre-cum, that dripped onto my lap.

"That is so fucking hot." He grabbed me by the face and pulled me into a
hot, sloppy kiss. Our tongues battles while he grabbed both of our rods in
one hand and rubbed them together, causing shivers to go down my spine. I
glanced over to see that Mitchell was about to insert his cock into
Elliot's loosened ass.

"Fuck me Mitch," Elliot moaned out as Mitchell entered. The sound of
Mitchell's ball sack slapping against Elliot's taught mounds filled the
room. I backed Brandon up into a chair and mounted his hard dick before
impaling myself. I rode him and we made out while Mitch pounded Elliot.

I turned around and, with my back to Brandon I said, "Mitch, gimme a piece
of that ass." Mitch pulled out and walked Elliot over to me. Elliot backed
onto my schlong and took Mitch in his mouth.

Before long Mitchell had his hands on his knees while Elliot lapped
hungrily at his tight hole. I was fucking Elliot while riding Brandon's
dick. I felt Brandon explode inside me and that sent me over the edge and I
came in Elliot. I pulled out and went into the shower while Elliot and
Mitchell finished each other. I showered quickly and threw on some clothes
and went down to Lina.

"I called a taxi for you," Lina said with a smile.

"Thanks!"

"I figured you'd need a quick get away so they will be here soon."

"You are my best friend. I owe you!" I hugged Lina and went out into the
cold. A few minutes later the little yellow taxi showed up and I had him
take me to the little apartment. I plugged in my dead phone and started
making something to eat.

When I had my food I went to check my phone and saw that there were three
voice mails and a few texts from Cameron.

"Gunnar, please I'm sorry. I was out of control but I think we need a
break. I think we were going to fast and I don't want to ruin our
friendship-" I deleted the voice mail and the following two before I even
heard them. It was way too far past ruining our friendship and I was livid
that he even said that. At that point I was so clouded with anger that for
all I cared I would never see Cameron again and I didn't care.

I grabbed my wallet and keys and I rushed out the door to go shopping. On
my way out I bumped into someone. I started to fall but I felt a strong
hand steady me, "Whoa buddy, you gotta be more careful."

"I mean, if you were watching where you were going," I said pulling free
and picking up the stuff I dropped.

"Maybe if you hadn't come flying out of your client's apartment like a bat
out of hell."

"Client?" I looked into a pair of beautiful and strange eyes. One was dark
cerulean blue and the other was an enchanting amber color. The gorgeous
colors hid behind thick, dark eyelashes.

"Yeah, I mean, escorts need money too."

"Escort?! How dare you?"

"You are walking out of that social recluse's apartment. I used my
deductive reasoning."

"You are incredibly rude. And you should never jump to conclusions." I
stormed off. I hurried to my car and took off.



Later I returned with a few bags from the store in the mall I had shopped
at (you see, whenever I feel down I like to go shopping. Surrounding myself
with luxurious new things make me feel calmed and less stressed. I'm a
libra. It's fact.) and went up to my apartment. When I got to the top of
the stares the guy from earlier was walking down the hall.

"Hey, so I feel like we got off on the wrong foot. I want to make it up to
you." He did this little half grin showing off a pair of perfect dimples
and his pearly white teeth.

"As if." I started unlocking the apartment.

"I'm throwing a party down the hall in apartment 302. You should go."

"Why would I do that. I wouldn't find any clients at a party."

"C'mon, I'm sorry I assumed you were an escort for the old guy who used to
work here. My college buddies are coming down and you should come and I can
mix you a few drinks to make up for the incident this afternoon."

"I'll think about showing up."

"I'm Ezra, by the way."

"I'm Gunnar." I walked in and shut the door. I rolled my eyes and put my
new clothes away. I could hear my cell phone ringing and I picked it up and
looked to see who was calling.  Cameron. I answered, "What?"

"Don't say it like that," he sounded really put off.

"What do you want? I got your messages. You're right, we need a break."

"Well I mean-"

"No. We need a break. Lets just not talk to each other for a month. I'm
sure that will fix all of our problems. Don't you agree? Or maybe we could
just not ever talk again and pretend the other doesn't exist. Maybe we
could talk about how I'm a whore and you are a saint who saved me from my
sinful ways.  Maybe we should discuss how I slept with the whole football
team and how all you did was cheat on your girlfriend to be with me. Except
you didn't really want to call us boyfriends. You wanted to go slow and
then neglected to tell me that you wanted us to monogamous. Sorry that i
lost my clairvoyant abilities when I was seven and I was unable to predict
that this would hurt you. Or the fact that I was unable to read your mind.

"Cameron, you're right. We need a break. You need to find a guy who is
perfect for you. Or a girl or whatever it is that you are into these
days. You need to find someone who wont continuously hurt you because its
not me. I have horrible commitment issues, I have daddy issues, I have
mommy issues. I'm scared for myself because everything I've ever loved has
left me. So go. Leave me because I'm never going to be enough. I'll just
keep breaking your heart," my voice cracked and I began crying, "I can't
even tell you the `L' word because I don't want to risk losing interest in
you after I do."

"Gunnar... Is that really what you want?"

"It wouldn't matter because it's what's best."

"I don't want to give up on us. I love you and I'm willing to wait till you
can say it back! I made a mistake, kissing Juliet last night but its not
what it looked like. You don't know the whole story."

"Well after you found out what happened last night when you left me," I
could hear the venom in my voice now, "you'd leave me anyway."

"What happened?"

"I became exactly what you accused me of."

"You went out and slept with someone?"

"Three someones." there was a silence on his side.

"I don't care."

"I do. We are over Cam. Bye." I hung up the phone. He tried to call back
but I ignored it.



***** Elsewhere*****

The teen-aged boy sat in his dark room staring at the picture of Gunnar
Collins on his computer screen. He could feel the hate rising in his
stomach. He picked up the dangerously sharp hunting knife next to him and
glared at the beautiful creamy skin and pretty eyes.

"I'm going to kill you, Gunnar. I'm going to kill you."  The guy stood up
and tucked the knife into his pocket. He grabbed his coat and went into the
living room. He sat down next to his mother and father.

"Mom, Dad, I'm going to kill the boy who is responsible for this whole
mess." The older couple stared ahead at the television screen, "if it
weren't for him, none of this would have happened." He began to
laugh. Quiet and dark at first and then uncontrolled and violently.

"Oh don't be so stiff," the boy said to his father, laughing at the pun
he'd just made, "you guys smell really bad."  The young man got off the
couch and walked across the room. He began dumping gasoline on everything.

"You guys felt really cold. I figured a little fire would warm you right
up," He said sadistically before lighting a match and dropping it onto his
mother's corpse. "I really wish you had have just accepted me, Dad. Then I
wouldn't have had to kill you. I wanted to come out to you guys ever since
I saw Gunnar.  But when you caught me jerking off with him on that webcam
sight, you tried to kick me out. Well you can't kick me out, Daddy. Just
like you couldn't stop me from fucking your uptight, homophobic
asshole. Just like you couldn't stop me from murdering you and my stupid
bitch mom." he turned to his mothers burning body, "You should have made
him stop abusing me a long time ago you fool. You shouldn't have tried to
call the police when I stabbed him though, that was your fatal mistake." He
turned and walked out of the living room and stepped over the body of the
guy he had found that looked a lot like him as the rest of the house caught
fire. The stench of fire and decaying bodies filled his nostrils as he got
to the front door.

The boy got into his car and set off toward Gunnar's hometown. He had
planned out everything. He was ready to murder the boy who had ruined his
entire future.

"Good thing he never saw my face. He will have no clue I'm coming. He will
be so confused. I can't wait to see the fear in his eyes while I rape
him. I can't wait to see the light fade from his eyes when I slit his
pretty little throat."


***** Gunnar's POV*****

"I mean, its not like I looked slutty, or disoriented or unclothed," I said
to Caroline.

"Well you are really pretty and you came rushing out of some old guys
place."

"I could have been his grandson."

"You're right, Ezra is a stupid."

"I kinda want to go to his party but I also wanna be like, eff off!"

"I could go with you. Besides, I look super adorable today and I want to
show myself off."

"Touche. You are totally right, we should go." I went to my bedroom and
rummaged through my closet. "What should I wear?"

"How about that sweater and your cute red pants."

"And these black combat boots?"

"Perf." I dressed and then went to the bathroom to fix my hair.

"This is so exciting."

"Do you think I'm desperate? Or a whore?"

"Whoa, where did that come from?"

"Its just that... Forget it," part of me was angry with Cameron for making
me feel like such a bad person, part of me was angry with myself for
letting Cameron think I'm a bad person. I was so ready to get drunk
again. By now I felt so broken. My mother kicked me out, my boyfriend hated
me... I was losing myself. And I didn't even care at that point. My heart
was broken beyond repair but I wasn't about to let anyone see that. Not
God, not Santa, not even my best friend in the entire world.

"I'm ready."

I walked toward the door and opened it and there was Ezra with a hand
raised in a fist.

"Oh, I was about to come see if you were going to go to my party."

"Well I figure, I have nothing better to do so I might as well check out
this lame party down the hall," I winked and walked past him.

"Is he always this sassy?" he asked Lina.

"Hunny. Just wait, this isn't even half of it."



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

Okay guys, so I don't know where I got the inspiration to get dark but
thats where I've decided this story will go. It needed more than just basic
Drama. I hope you still enjoy it. I will try to keep it interesting. 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