Date: Thu, 20 Mar 2014 17:13:25 -0500
From: Gracen Hepburn <consortofmonoco@gmail.com>
Subject: The jock and I part 8

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

Ezra: http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hhLGfmi-TGI/TroCAdi-FkI/AAAAAAAAHjk/KDxxyvSe5xE/s1600/Sensitif-62-Hot-Models-Burbujas-De-Deseo-014.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 8

"Daddy?" I searched around the dark room, "Daddy, where are you?" I skimmed
the room before a small light caught my eye. I walked toward it and found a
small hand mirror. I picked it up and saw my reflection had changed
dramatically since last time I looked. In the mirror was my seven year old
self. That was when I realized that my hands were small and then I noticed
that the rest of me was smaller too. I had suddenly morphed back into my
seven year old self.

"Daddy, help!" I yelled in a voice that was no longer mine. Then the floor
collapsed and I was falling. Falling. Just as I was about to hit the
concrete ground I jolted up in bed with a massive headache. I looked around
for any sign that I had slept with anyone from the party last night and
instead I found a little note on my bedside table.

It read: "You fell asleep after I got you back to your apartment.  You
looked so peaceful I didn't want to wake you.  Thank you for coming to the
party, I hope this makes up for my outrageous faux pas.  Sincerely, Ezra

P.S. I left you a couple aspirin on the counter ;)"


I smiled and ran my hand thorough my thick curls. I slowly shuffled my way
to the kitchen and popped the two little sugar coated pills into my mouth
and gulped down a glass of water. I grabbed a banana and a Gator-Aid and
sat down on the couch.

After stuffing my face and chugging the electrolyte filled drink, I went on
a hunt for my cell phone. I searched under pillows and cushions and under
the bed. Just when I was about to give up I noticed it on the charger in
the kitchen.

I picked it up and put in the password. There was a text from Lina asking
where I'd gone and a text from Cameron. Cameron asked me if we could
talk. No. Obviously my answer was no. There was absolutely nothing left I
had to say to him. I just wanted to move on. Cameron and I were clearly
just not compatible. We couldn't go a whole day without at least one
argument about how I'm a whore and he's a saint. I just can't anymore.

I thumbed out a quick "No" as reply to his question and tossed my phone
onto the couch. I snarfed down a banana and a pile of scrambled eggs and
made my way to the shower.

Once I was all clean I dried and brushed my curls into smooth waves.

"I think I need to change up my style. I'm going to go get a haircut." I
put on a sweater and pants and pulled on a coat. I grabbed up my keys and
phone and went out to my car.



****** Elsewhere ******

The boy sat down on the shabby, dusty old bed in the little abandoned shack
he'd found in the woods. He was warming himself by the wood burning stove.

"I can't wait for school to go back in session. But how will I get close to
Gunnar. It will be hard." He thumbed through an old magazine as he pondered
how exactly he was going to lure Gunnar to his immanent death.

"I could invite him to a party. Or ask him on a date."

"No. That's far to ludicrous," A man's voice said behind him.

"Shut up, you have no clue."

"I know that you are an absolute idiot."

"Don't be cruel to him, Hank, he was just making a suggestion," a softer,
gentler voice said from the other side.

"Quiet, Calvin, you are just as ignorant as this boy. He couldn't lure a
squirrel to it's death, let alone a boy. Why would Gunnar trust him? Why
would Gunnar go anywhere with him?  He's awkward and annoying. He's not hot
or anything. I wouldn't fuck this kid if I were wasted beyond recognition."

"Shut up both of you!" The young man pounced up and punch a hole in the
wall, angrily.

"I will get close. I will play the lost new kid act and he will show me
around. When the time is right, I will strangle him. I will poison him, I
will shoot him. I will gut him and hang him by his entrails. When I'm
finished taking everything he loves away, Gunnar Collins will beg me to
kill him."



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

"What do you think?"

"I love it!" My hair looked amazing, short on the sides and slightly longer
on the top. I smiled from ear to ear as I looked at the new me in the
mirror.

After paying the hairstylist I made my way back to the apartment. When I
got to my door I stopped dead in my track and turned around to leave.

"Gunnar please!" Cameron jogged to the end of the hall and grabbed my hand,
"please can we talk?"

"Why? What could we possibly have to talk about, Cameron? I'm a fuck up and
I will always be a fuck up! You just don't get it.  You will NEVER
understand! So save yourself because I will only keep hurting you."

"Gunnar, I love you. I don't understand how you don't see that. I love you
so much and I know that you mess up, you're only human. You can't help
whats happened in the past. I'm sorry I got out of control. I- I'm sorry
that I hit you. I didn't mean for that to happen. I shouldn't have said
what I said."

"You were right," my voice became cold. It didn't sound like mine, "you
were right about everything. I'm a slut. I can't trust anyone. I can't
commit to anything except my commitment issues. I will continue to break
your heart and you deserve so much better than me. You deserve to be with
someone who will unconditionally love and trust you. Someone who can give
you all of them because I sure can't. And I honestly don't think I ever
will."

"You aren't as messed up as you think, you just won't let anyone in. You
built your walls so high that no one could possibly climb them. I will get
you back, Gunnar. I'm not giving up just yet. I won't leave you. I won't. I
brought you something."

"What?"

"I know that Christmas isn't for a couple more days but I wanted to give
this to you now." He pulled out a little box and handed it to me. I opened
it slowly and saw a beautiful little locket. It was silver and it was
engraved on the back. It read: "Vous êtes ma chanson. Vous êtes mon
amour."

"What does it say?"

"You are my song. You are my love." He leaned in and kissed my cheek, "I
won't stop fighting for you, Gunnar. For as long as I live, I will never
stop trying to be with you."

"Cameron, I think its best that we only be friends. I can't keep hurting
you because it hurts me."

"So stop hurting me. Just be with me. Me and only me."

"Cameron please, lets just be friends."

"I won't stop fighting for you, Gunnar," with that, he turned and left. I
sat down on the couch and put the locket on.


****** Three weeks later ******

"So when are you and Cameron gonna finally get back together?" Caroline
asked looking at me expectantly.

"I mean, he said he wants to have me back but like... He hasn't done much
to get me back. All he did was give me a necklace and that's about it. He
spends so much time with Juliette. I guess he got tired of trying."

"Hmm." She looked across the lunch room to see Cameron talking to Juliette.

"It's not like it would have really worked out. Honestly, I'm glad its
over, I was only hurting him."

"Bullshit."

"Excuse me?"

"That's just a huge crock of bullshit. You love him too. You are just
trying to fool yourself so that he can't get close because you don't let
anyone in. Let him in. He and you are perfect for each other. Besides, it's
a new year. Spring is coming so quickly, like, all the snow is melted."

"Like the snow will stay that way."

"It might."

Caroline stood up and kissed my cheek, "Have a good day, Gunnar." She
walked off.

"You know she sound's like a pretty smart girl, like she knows what she's
talking about," an unfamiliar voice said behind me. I turned to see a very
tall guy. He had to have been at least 6'7". I couldn't decide if his eyes
were grey or really light blue. He had short brown hair and a jawbone that
was perfect.

"I couldn't help but over hear," he said.

"Caroline is smart." He sat down next to me.

"I'm Nate, I just transferred here."

"I'm Gunnar."

"I've heard a lot about you," he smiled, showing off a dimple.

"All good things I hope."

"Of course, I'm just happy to have finally met you."

"It's nice to meet you too."

"So, since I'm new here and all, and I don't know where anything is, I was
thinking maybe you could give me a tour, we could go to dinner after."

"Listen, Nate, I don't want you to get the wrong impression."

"No impressions here. Just as new friends, I'll even make you pay for your
own dinner if you want," he smiled again, a smile that made me shiver with
delight. He was mysterious and new, his eyes told me there was something
deeper.

"I guess I could show you the best places around."

"Great, its a date." I could feel my eyes widen as he said this, "Not like
a date date- like just a friend date- but we aren't friends- unless we are
friends? Oh my gosh, I just meant- I'm nervous- Not that you make me
nervous- I mean you do because you're pretty- Wait what?" His face was so
red and by now I was laughing uncontrollably.

"I have to go!" He started to flee but I grabbed his hand and smiled.

"It's okay, Nate, I get really awkward sometimes, too."

"Ugh I'm so embarrassed. I don't even know what I was saying its just that
I didn't want to freak you out and I babble when I'm nervous a lot like I'm
doing right now... You can stop me anytime."

I grabbed out a piece of paper and wrote my address on it, "Here's my
address. Pick me up at six." I stood up and walked to the library to get in
some last minute studying for a test.  I opened my text book and started to
read when someone sat down across from me, "who was that guy you were just
talking to?"

"His name is Nate."

"He's the new guy. He wants to join the baseball team this summer and he's
gonna try out for the basketball team."

"You seem to know far more about him than I do, Cameron." I turned the
page, still not looking up at him.

"Well what did he want."

"Do I really need to tell you or are you just hoping I will lie?"

"A little bit of both," I could hear the cocky smirk in his voice.

"Well, if you must know, he wants me to take him on a tour of the best
places in our po-dunk town."

"There are plenty of people that are capable of helping him."

"And he chose me."

"Why? Something is off about that kid."

"Why? Because he's interested in me? Oh you're right, he must have some
ulterior motive, who could possibly be interested in me," for the first
time since he sat down I looked up at him. He had started growing out some
facial hair and let me tell you, it was a very sexy look for him. The scent
of his cologne danced through my nostrils. Sweet and musky. He had recently
gotten his hair trimmed. He was wearing his letterman's jacket and a tight
white t-shirt. It was taking all I had not to jump across the table and
kiss him.

"That's not what I meant. I mean that he's really off. I'm just saying, if
he gets crazy call me and I will destroy him."

"As if."

"How have you been?"

"Huh?"

"How have you been? Since I gave you some space?"

"Three weeks of space. Its almost February, last time we spoke was just
before Christmas."

"You wanted me to go away for a while. You wanted me to leave you. So I did
what you wanted."

"You've been spending a lot of time with Juliette, what's up with that?"

"I've started to really like her. I think-" The school bell rang and I
stood up.

"I have to get to class." I grabbed my things and scurried away as fast as
possible. I know that I told him I can't be with him but it still hurt that
he was finding someone else. I wasn't watching where I was going and I
crashed into a guy I hadn't seen before. He was kind of creepy. He had eyes
so dark, they looked black that were almost hidden beneath his dark black
hair. He was very skinny. I could see a sleeve of tattoos peeking out from
his dirty sweatshirt.

"Christ," he looked angry that I had bumped into him.

"I'm sorry."

"Whatever." He grabbed his things.

"Hey, I didn't mean to bump into you, Guy. Don't be a dick."

"My name isn't `Guy'."

"Exca-uuuse me."

"Sorry I wasn't watching where I was going."

"Me too." He grabbed a few of my books and handed them to me.

"Not that it matters to anyone but my name is Kyle."

"I'm Gunnar."

"I know exactly who you are." His voice was ominous. Deep and almost
threatening. I stood there watching him walk away. He looked like he was
arguing with himself.

I walked to class just before the bell rang. I could barely pay attention
to the lesson. I kept thinking about Nate and Cameron and now Kyle. A
shiver went down my spine as I thought about the strange encounter I had
with Kyle. How did he know who I was?  It's not like I'm the most popular
guy in school. And what was up with that arguing with himself thing? So
weird.


The rest of the day went on as normal as usual. As I was walking through
the parking lot I saw Juliette grab Cameron's hand and they ran off to his
car and got in. A little twinge of jealousy coursed through my veins. I got
into my vehicle and drove home. I went into the building and walked up the
stairs.

"Hey I was just looking for you," Ezra smiled, giving me a glimpse of his
beautiful white teeth.

"What for?"

"I need some help."

"With?"

"So I got this canvas and I- just come with me." I followed him to his
apartment. He put the key in and opened the door. There was a large canvas
on an easel in front of the couch. I couldn't see the front of the canvas.

"I need a model."

"For?"

"My painting."

"What are you painting?"

"Well... Its kind of a secret. It's not finished and I never reveal my work
until its done."

"Okay well what do you need me to do?"

"This is gonna sound weird but I need you to sit on my couch...  Naked."

"Naked?"

"Or at least, mostly naked. You can just strip down to your
underwear. Please, this is going to be put in a gallery and I need a guy
with your body type as a model. The only guys I know are like football
player build and I need your build for the painting. I understand if you
wont though."

"Sure."

"What?"

"Sure I'll do it."

"Really? Thank you so much!" He grabbed me and pulled me in for a hug. Then
he pulled away quickly, "Sorry. I just got excited because I thought I was
going to have to make up a guy in my mind and that would be really
difficult."

"The artist with no imagination."

"Its much easier to paint something you see than to paint something you
haven't ever seen before."

"So where should I get undressed?"

"You can undress in the bathroom if you want."

"I can just do it here..." I unbuttoned my jacket and tossed it onto a
nearby chair. I pulled off my shirt in one swift movement and kicked off my
shoes. I could feel Ezra looking at my exposed torso.

"Like what you see?" I winked and he blushed.

"I'm examining you to see how I will paint you, Sass." I unbuttoned my
pants and tucked my thumbs into the waistband of both my pants and my
underwear and I pulled them both off. I stood there completely naked in
front of him. Thankfully I had man-scaped recently so I didn't have a
jungle in my pants.

"Oh," his face got a little more red, "I didn't expect you to be so..."

"Big?"

"I was going to say bold."

"Well you needed me to be naked, I didn't want you to have to omit my
underwear in your mind. It's much easier to paint me naked if I'm actually
naked." I crossed the room and was about to sit on the couch.

"Wait- Let me cover the couch. I don't want you to have to sit on that in
the nude." He went into another room and returned with a big white
sheet. He laid it over the couch and motioned for me to sit.

I sat down carefully and watched as he backed up and examined my
body. Suddenly I felt very vulnerable with him fully dressed and studying
me in my birthday suit. I looked at the floor and I could feel the blood
rushing to my face with embarrassment.

"Are you uncomfortable?"

"A little."

Ezra stood there thinking for a minute, "Do you want me to take my clothes
off too? That way you aren't the only one who is nude? You won't feel so
naked if I'm naked too... If that would be too weird I get it."

"If you want to get naked you can. I guess that would make me feel a lot
less... Exposed."

"As you wish." First, Ezra took off his sexy leather jacket, then he
unbuttoned his plaid shirt and pulled it off. Next he crossed his wrists at
the hem of his under shirt and in the most panty-dropping way he tugged the
shirt off to reveal his chiseled abs. He had that perfect v that led down
to the goods.  His collar bones were so prominent. (I'm a sucker for collar
bones and hands... It's weird, I know.)

He shucked his pants and shoes and was left only in a pair of white briefs.

"Tighty-whities? I pegged you as more of a boxer kinda guy."

"Don't judge, they are comfy and they hold everything in place."  I started
to laugh and then he took them off and his penis flopped out. It was pretty
big. Not huge by any means, and of course we are talking about a flaccid
penis, I mean, who knows, maybe he's a grower not a shower.

"Like what you see?" he teased before going into the kitchen area. He had a
cute butt. It wasn't round and juicy like Cameron's but it looked like it
would be fun to grab. He was smooth all over practically hairless aside
from his legs.

"You thirsty?"

"Excuse me, Sir, I am not a tramp."

"I mean't do you wan't something to drink?"

"Oh... Uhh... Some water would be fine."  Ezra laughed as he returned with
a bottle of water.

"It's really warm in this apartment."

"I turned the heat up so you wouldn't get cold."

"But it was hot when I walked in..."

"I was banking on you saying yes," he winked and sat down at the easel and
picked up his pallette.

"Now, put your knees together and lean forward with your right elbow on
your right knee," I did as he said, "Good, now put your head in you right
hand and look at the ground. Let your left had be free. Just do what you
want with it." I sat there as he concentrated and took in every part of my
body.

He dipped a brush into some color and began painting.

"How long have you done art?"

"My whole life."

"Did you take classes? Did you teach yourself?"

"I took classes, hell, I'm still taking classes. I kinda taught myself. I
was always able to draw and paint, of course, I've learned a few new
techniques along the way."

"What do you like about it? Like, what keeps you doing art?"

"I love beauty. I love to see something absolutely picturesque and
translate it onto a sketch pad or a canvas. Art is a lot like singing, you
take a piece of music and you make it your own with your voice. You know?"

"And why did you chose me as a model?"

"Because you are picturesque."

"Thank you."

"So what do you do with yourself besides strip down to your skin sweater
and model for your extremely attractive neighbors?"

"Oh please."

"What? This isn't normal for you?"

"Is this how you win over everyone else?"

"By talking myself up and insulting everyone else? Pretty much," he winked
at me and grinned that heart melting grin. He ran a hand through his hair
before returning his concentration to the painting.

"Such a bad boy."

"Indeed, most parents cry when they find out I'm dating their kids."

"Who are you dating now?"

"I'm not dating anyone."

"Oh..."

"But I have a thing with this girl named Chelsea."

"Oh."

"Anyway, you haven't told me anything about you."

"There's not much about me that's interesting."

"I highly doubt that. I see the way you move."

"Hm?"

"You move with poise and dignity but with a slight, confident air of
mystery. You also seem almost reserved and defensive."

"I never noticed that I did so much when I move."

"I notice little things."

"I see."

Ezra looked at me and stood up, he sat down his pallette and moved toward
me. My heart began to race as his naked body got closer. He smelled like
clove cigarettes and some kind of aftershave. He grabbed my left hand. I
looked into his eyes as he leaned in.

"Put this hand on your arm." I let him mold me with his hands like I was
clay. His touch was almost electrifying. Shivers ran through my spine.

"You okay?"

"Y-yes... Why do you ask?"

"You seem nervous all of a sudden."

"No, not at all." Suddenly I could feel a twitch between my legs. Blood
began to flow into my penis as he smiled and backed up.

"Okay," he returned to his seat and picked up the pallette. We sat in
silence for a while until he looked up from the painting,

"Do you want me to play some music?"

"If you want to." He stood up and walked to his CD collection,

"I have The 1975, Birdy, Haim, and Echosmith... And a lot of others, any
preferences?"

"Do you have any Gold Motel?"

"Yes, yes I do." He pulled out a disc and put it into the player before
starting it up. He stood there and swayed his hips a little, his butt
moving to the rhythm. Then Ezra walked back over and continued on his
painting. By this time I was painfully erect. He was turning me on like no
other.

"What is your favorite color?"

"Pink. Think pink, it's a better way of life."

"Eloise at the Plaza."

"I'm surprised you knew that quote. Most people don't."

"My mother loved that movie."

"That's adorable." Ezra stood up and came towards me again. This time he
knelt down and repositioned my feet.

"Now you just look really excited," he said as he gestured to my hard
shaft.

"I'm so sorry."

"Don't be, I get it. I'm really hot."

"And so modest."  He went back and painted for a little while longer.

"There, I'm done. Come look."

"I'm kinda..."

"Oh who cares, come over, let that erection lead the way." I rolled my eyes
and stood up and walked toward him, my dick beginning to soften. When I saw
the canvas, my jaw dropped. It was a beautiful spring scene. I was sitting
on a little wooden swing with gorgeous flowers and trees surrounding
me. From my back, two gorgeous pale pink butterfly wings looked to almost
flutter.

"Its... Amazing."

"Thank you."

"I look so... Deep and magical."

"You have stoic, sad eyes and I used that to personify what you looked like
in this painting."

"It's almost like a photo."

"Thank you, Gunnar, I'm glad you like it." Suddenly I felt his warm hand on
my penis.

"Ezra, what are you doing?"

"Nothin'," He removed his hand and started putting his clothes back on. I
stood there motionless.

"That's it?"

"It seems like you weren't into it."

"You like girls though."

"Obviously I also like guys. I won't make you do anything you don't want."

"I do." As I said that, Ezra shucked his underwear and he pushed me roughly
against the wall. He leaned foreward and put his lips dangerously close to
mine. His breath was hot on my face. He kissed the corner of my mouth. He
pulled back slightly and then rushed foreward and pushed his soft, warm
lips on mine. It was so passionate and lusty. It was deep and rough but
gentle at the same time.

Before I knew it we were man handling each other's bodies and roughly
making out. He stuck his tongue into my mouth. He pulled back and started
kissing my neck. I opened my eyes slightly and saw the clock across the
room. Time had flown by.

"Shit!" I pushed back and he looked shocked.

"What?"

"I have to go."

"Why? Did I do something wrong?"

"No. God, no! It's killing me not to stay. I have a prior commitment, I'm
so sorry, Ezra."

"It's cool, Gunnar. Thanks for posing for me."

"You're welcome," I said hastily putting on my clothes, "I will see you
around." I hustled toward the door and stopped. I turned back and quickly
pulled Ezra in for one last hot-as-fuck kiss.

I hustled out the door and ran down to my apartment and quickly fixed my
hair. Not even two minutes later there was a knock on my door and I went
and answered it.

"Hey, Nate, you ready to go?"

"Of course, Gunnar. I've been looking forward to it all day."

"Well let's go while the day is still young." We went out to his truck and
got in.

"So where to first?"

"Tell me your hobbies so I can show you all of the places that will be
perfect for you."

"I play guitar. I like sports, I like to read sometimes."

"Okay I will take you to the music store first." I directed him to the town
square. When we got there we parked and I took him into the building with a
huge neon sign that read "Find Your Song And Sing It".

"This place has tab, chords, instruments, records, tapes, CD's, and
posters. I love to come here for vinyl. They have only the greatest artists
and albums."

"This place sounds interesting!"

We entered the small building and our noses where assaulted with the smell
of old sheet music. I walked over and started flipping through old records
while Nate stared at the guitar wall in awe.

"This place is beautiful."

"Isn't it? I really love-" as I spoke I glanced out the window and noticed
someone standing across the street staring at me through the big front
window. I squinted and looked closer and saw the sleeve of tattoos peeking
out. Why was Kyle standing across the street creeping on me? A bus cut off
my view to him and when it passed he was gone. A chill went down my spine.

"What do you love?"

"Oh I love the vintage feel of this place... Did you see Kyle?"

"Who?"

"No one I guess."

"Okay," Nate returned his gaze to the wall and I stood there confused.
Never having the slightest clue that so much was about to happen in one
week.



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

Sorry it took me a bit to upload but I am trying to keep up with college
and friends and other basic bullshit, haha. I hope you all enjoy where the
story is going. 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