Date: Sun, 6 Sep 2015 12:04:19 -0400
From: gearlikeglass <2.methyl.1.3.butadiene@gmail.com>
Subject: There for everyone to see

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Though this story stands alone, it is based on characters and events
described in "There For Anyone To See."  You might want to read that story
before you read this one.

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THERE FOR EVERYONE TO SEE

"If you love me right.  We fuck for life.  On and on and on." - Tove Lo
(Talking Body, 2014)

I fucking hate gym class.  I'm sorry, Physical Education.  Gym teachers get
pissed when you don't call it Physical Education, so I make the extra
effort to call it gym.  I was always picked on and usually picked last.  I
was probably the worst at dodgeball, which they made us play with
volleyballs every time it rained.  It was raining today.  But at least now
gym was over and I can get on with my life.

You wouldn't think I would hate gym, but gym teachers are dicks except to
their pet athletes and every kid in the class seems to turn into a dick
when the game is on.  You would think I'd be considered kind of a jock.  I
swim, so I'm not in the in crowd with the football players and all that.
I'm an ok swimmer, but nowhere near the best on the tem.  I usually end up
on B relays, and the best I can do is third or fourth place in a race, but
it's still a lot of fun.  I'm a nerd too.  I read and study and do well in
school.  I guess I identify more with the nerds.

My name's Cam Couty.  It's really Cameron, but everyone calls me Cam.  I'm
only a sophomore, but by drinking protein shakes and working out hard with
the team, I've started looking a little better.  I catch my reflection in
the mirror and sometimes I don't know who's looking back at me.  Sometimes
I think girls do double takes in the hallway.  I think I've caught some
boys too.

The problem is, it's when I think the boys are looking that my heart
flutters.  The problem is, Nolan Point, the captain of the swim team, is
the one that makes my heart flutter most.  He's the one that struts around
the pool and the school like he owns the place, which he practically does.
He's the one that I imagine above me, grinding into me and my balls ache
and my dick is as hard as steel and then he grinds into me with one more
stroke and I'm right on the edge and I shoot and shoot and shoot.  See what
he does to me?  The problem is, he doesn't even know I exist.  The problem
is, the closest we ever get is when he's three lanes away at practice.

He stands on the pool deck in his wild patterned, just a little baggy, Tyr
drag suit.  He is cocky, proud, adorable, and unbelievably hot.  A tiny
sliver of black Speedo shows above and underneath the drag suit and
contrasts with his bronze skin.  How he looks so tan in the middle of
winter is a mystery to me.  He has the swimsuits slung low enough on his
hips to be almost criminal.  Even though he wears two suits and one of them
is loose, his balls, his bulge, and the head of his dick are all clearly
visible.

In my fantasy, there's the usual splashing and training and the coach
yelling and I tightly close my eyes and will it all away.  When I open my
eyes, they're all gone.  Everyone has vanished.  Except Nolan Point.  He
stands, hands on his hips, goggles tucked under his leg band and hanging
down toward the deck.  He looks at me and tips his head back twice,
inviting me forward.  I am hypnotized and cannot resist the draw.  Good
sense keeps me at a safe distance, but close enough that when I outstretch
my arm I can just reach his chest, which I graze with my fingertips all the
way from his collarbone to his navel.  I have to shuffle a bit closer to
reach lower.  My finger slows as I hit his treasure trail.  Tufts of blond
match his skintone.  Camouflaged by being the same color, I didn't realize
how thick it was as I continue the trace downward.  Time slows until I
reach the knot that barely keeps his suit on.  Time stops but I don't.  The
waistband is loose enough I can pull it out toward me and see without
obstruction what Nolan really doesn't try to hide.  It's gorgeous, tucked
neatly and barely fitting in the pouch. I don't get long to stare, though
the image is burned indelibly into my mind.  He grasps my waist and tugs me
roughly in toward him so that first our mesh covered cocks touch, then our
chests, then as much of us as possible.

The object of my passion has got me feeling strong but vulnerable and I go
totally limp in the effort to let him know he can do, he can take, he can
have anything he wants.  It's not so much that he's aggressive, it's that
he's unstoppable.  He's not just keeping his attention on my mouth.  He's
biting at my jawline, my neck, licking at my cheek, running his fingers
through my hair.  He's doing everything at once and my brain is so
overloaded, I can't do a thing.  Maybe it's better that way.  There's heat
everywhere, and I feel Nolan stiffen and lengthen.  I've been hard all
along.

The head of his cock manages to poke itself out of his drag suit.  I feel
like I am melting into the floor, then I realize I'm only melting to my
knees so I can pay attention to the part of him that's been exposed.  I've
never had my lips on a cock before but I've run through it in my mind so
many times you could probably still consider me an expert.  I touch the
opening at his tip and pull precum up and up and a bead forms in the middle
of the strand.  I let it fall onto my tongue then suck my finger clean.
It's sweet and fills my senses.

I'm so excited I'm shaking, and I dive back onto Nolan, hooking the fingers
of both hands into his swimsuit waistband and weighting it down for better
access.  Once I manage to pop his cock out I'm able to swallow down and
fill my face. I suck and suck, dragging my tongue back and forth along the
shaft on every upstroke.  Nolan never says a word.  He doesn't have to.  I
can read his eyes.  When mine meet his, he twists his head and manages a
blissful smile.  There's more than him just getting sucked off in his
expression.  There's more than a hint of love.

"Cam?  CAM!"  A voice snaps me out of my fantasy and back into mundane real
life.  Another problem.  Mundane real life has me sitting on a locker room
bench after gym class sporting an obviously raging hard on.  Mundane real
life has two wrestlers in front of me.  Daydreaming in the locker room is
never a good idea.  I slowly become aware of laughing and it's directed at
me.

"Our little fag has a boner."  Hey.  I'm not a fag.  Wait.  How do they
know I'm a fag?  My mind races and the wiring between my brain and mouth is
struggling to keep up.  All I do is stammer nonsense.

"Aw.  He's probably daydreaming about Point's cock again."  Hey.  How do
they know I'm daydreaming about Point's cock?

I stand, in an effort to conceal my excitement and defuse the situation.
Not the best idea I've ever had.  I concentrated to try to freeze time and
make everyone disappear like I do with Nolan.  It didn't work.

"Stay the fuck away from us, homo."  The two wrestlers came closer and one
pushed me.  Hard.  I fell over my feet and tripped, striking my head on the
bench.  Everything went black. My eyes opened back up reflexively,
immediately.  Though it seemed like only an instant, a lot of time must
have passed.  The wrestlers were gone and the locker room was empty.  I
stayed curled in a heap on the floor, their words ringing in my ears.
There was no way they could have known.  How could they have known?  I am a
fag.  I am a homo.  I am madly in lust with Nolan Point.

Coming to and clearing my head was an effort of will.  As I challenged to
focus, I noticed something on the bottom of the bench.  There was a heart
and two names, Allen and Corey, scratched into the wood.  I traced the
heart with my fingertip and felt my body tingle.  I think I know who they
are.  The only Corey I knew graduated from Central two years ago.  I was in
eighth grade and was swimming JV.  He beat this kid Allen and won the state
championship for Central. Could they have?  Were they?  Empty hollow voices
and footfalls echoed through what I was sure was an empty room.  I could
barely make them out at first but they soon became clearer.

"...yesterday...amazing...we did was so fucking cool..."

The voices got louder, as did their steps.

"I'm part of you now, Corey.  We're brothers.  We have a bond that can't be
broken," one of the voices said.

"When can we do it again?" said the other.

"Whenever the fuck you want."

Two of the hottest swimjocks I could possibly imagine emerged into my view,
towels draped around their necks. They sported chlorine kissed hair, broad
shoulders, fine muscles that showed every line, strongly outlined pecs
leading to abs ridged enough to show shadows, and cum gutters that left
enough space between skin and swimsuit that if you soaked them, it would
dribble right down through the hole and disappear.  They stepped over me as
if I wasn't even there and began fumbling over their combination locks,
continuing their conversation.

From my vantage point on the floor, they both looked bigger than life.
Both went about their business as if it were perfectly normal to have a kid
on the floor under their feet.  They tied their towels around their waists
in a loop and dropped their swimsuits.  It was a hell of a view.  I figured
I'd break the awkward silence, even though it only seemed to be awkward for
me.  "Uh, hi."

The two studs immediately stopped what they were doing and looked down on
me.  "Hey, what's up?" they said simultaneously.  It was as if play had
been pressed on a recording.

"I'm Corey."

"I'm Allen."

Two hands reached down to lift me to my feet and steadied me as I stumbled
back and forth, regaining confidence in my legs.

"Um, you're the two who..."

"Fucked on that bench.  Yeah."  Allen was clearly into letting me know.

I choked.  "Not exactly what I was going to say."

"No.  I'm sure not," Corey said, comfortingly.  "Welcome to our world, Cam.
What you're part of is a very specific kind of residual, intelligent
haunting.  The intensity of what happened here is imprinted on this place.
Actually, that bench there."  Corey pointed at the bench I had been under.
"When we're through, go look up 'Stone Tape theory'."

"How do you know my name?" I asked

"Because we are then and we are now," Corey answered.  "There's a lot of
good energy here.  It gives us everything we need.  It tells us things.  It
told us you needed our help.  You may not believe it but we fuck on that
bench constantly.  Forever."

"You must be in heaven."  I swooned.

"We are.  But we're also very much alive.  We're already ghosts and we
aren't even dead," Corey said.  Corey and Allen high-fived at their
realization.

"So why did you call on us?"  Allen pressed.

"I don't need...I mean, I..."  As I answered, Allen and Corey put an arm
around each other, and the lifting of their hips was enough to make their
loosely tucked towels fall to the floor.

"Maybe we could start by helping each other out?"  The pair tipped their
heads toward their cocks, which were rapidly inflating.

Just like they pulled me off the floor, this time they pulled me into them.
My first kiss with a boy.  And it was with boys.  Hot as fuck boys.  Two
tongues wrestled in the embrace to start.  Then I got my bold on and it was
three tongues writhing and slurping around.

"Our boy is coming out of his shell," Corey mumbled.

"And still dressed.  Let's get Cam more comfortable," Allen added.  They
lifted my shirt over my head and yanked at my shoes and pants.  I marveled
at Allen and Corey.  Allen was six inches of marble, heavily veined, and so
hard the head of his cock was nearly flush against his navel.  Corey was a
shade or two darker, with a thicker, darker bush, and an equally hard but
less vertical hardon.  With shaking hands, I reached out to grab both of
them.

"See Corey," Allen gasped, "he's a natural."  Allen and Corey both reached
out to grab mine.

Allen pointed at Corey and wagged his finger, causing Corey to nod in
response.  Corey let go of my cock and moved behind me, kicking his towel
across the floor as he did.  I kept shuddering from the attention my cock
was getting.  Allen made it better, bending down, grasping my sack, and
engulfing me.  At that same moment, there was a teasing lick and bite
behind me. Then a diving tongue.  A tongue licking at my hole, sopping it
with spit, teeth nibbling at my ring.  I had no idea I would love it so
much.

"Fuck baseball.  Why isn't this our national pastime?"  I thought I had
said it in my head but apparently I had blurted it out, because Allen and
Corey both laughed.  The feel of them laughing on my cock and asshole was
amazing.

Allen pulled off for a moment and winked.  "We know everything you're
thinking."

"Everything?" I questioned, suspiciously.

"You want us both to fuck you," Allen said.

"Probably a lucky guess."  While Allen and I talked, Corey kept digging
deeper into my hole, tracing it with his finger and then spearing back in,
causing me to twitch.

"You have a fantasy where you tightly close your eyes and will everyone
away.  When you open your eyes, they're all gone.  Everyone has vanished.
Except Nolan Point.

"Fuck me," I said, not in the way that I was asking him to fuck me, rather
with that hushed monotone drawl you use when you are in absolute disbelief.

"We're here to help you, not fuck you.  Besides, breaking in your hole is
Point's job."

Allen went back down on my cock.  I held on to his split ends for dear life
as he slurped the precum that was draining from my slit, spreading it wide
with his tongue in an effort to get it all.  A strand was leaking from
Allen too, swinging obscenely from the ridge of his cock head.  I swiped at
it with my index finger and brought it to my lips.  The taste was enough to
bring me to the edge.  The tongue ramming into my hole was enough to push
me over.

"Allen.  Allen.  Slow down.  No.  Stop.  Corey.  Corey.  I'm coming.  I'm
cummmmming."  Allen had no intention of slowing down or stopping.  Neither
did Corey.  My whole body convulsed as I pitched headlong into the best
feeling I'd ever had.  All I could do was whimper and shout "Fuck!" over
and over.  Allen kept sucking and added a deep growls as he pulled out the
last few drops.  My cock twitched uncontrollably and I gasped for air as my
orgasm subsided.

Allen stood and put his lips to mine, squeezing my load through his teeth.
We roughly swapped the snowball back and forth.  It took a few seconds, but
Corey joined in the sharing.  Enough spit had been added that there was
plenty to split three ways.

"Ours," Allen hissed, quickly sucking everything he could from me, giving
me a push out of the way, and continuing the kiss with Corey.  They could
tell what their rejection did to me.

"Don't feel bad, Cam.  We need yours, you need ours."  They made a big
production of swallowing then each wiped their mouth clean with the back of
their hand.  "You good to go?"

I nodded ascent while Allen and Corey pushed me to my knees on the towel.
We made eye contact as they towered over me.  Allen grabbed my head with
his gigantic hands and kept it in place.  I instinctively knew I'd better
open wide and loosen my throat.  They slipped their cocks into my mouth.
Allen had to push down on his to guide it in because it was so stiff.  They
started slow, real slow, only half plunging, letting me get used to them.
They picked up their pace, moaning and grunting as they did.  My jaw was
aching, from thir steel forcing open my mouth and their balls slapping
against my chin.  It was awesome.  I was loving every minute of their
pounding lip stretching and facefucking.

"I'm about ready, Cam.  We have to shoot at the same time.  You're going to
have to swallow it all at once.  That's important."  I was hardly in a
position to argue.  Why would I even want to?  "You ready, Corey?"

"Yeah, I'm close.  He's working on me hardcore.  This kid is fucking
amazing."  I beamed with pride, though you probably wouldn't be able to
tell because I was gagging, choking, and tears were streaming out of my
eyes.  Then I braced myself.  "Aw fuck. Fuck. FUCK.  Here it comes," Corey
warned.

"Take it," Allen snarled.

I felt their cocks pulse and struggled to make sure I caught everything
that was shooting and pouring and filling me up.  I was able to keep the
suck on while not spilling a drop.  Allen leaned in close to my ear.
"Nolan Point has a crush on you, Cam Couty."  He put his palm on the top of
my head and his fingertips on my chin to close my mouth.  "Now.  Swallow."
He used his thumb and index finger on my neck to be sure I did.

I wouldn't dream of wasting a drop.  As soon as their seed slid down my
throat, it was as if I was jolted by a thunderclap and a massive electric
shock.  I bolted upright from the floor, fully clothed, soaking wet, with
the inside of my mouth bitter and tingling.

I stumbled through the locker room dazed.  I managed to get to a sink so I
could splash some water on my face.  I could scarcely recognize what I saw
in the mirror.  What stared back was fucking hot.  What stared back was a
stud, every bit the stud as Allen and Corey.  Ten more pounds of lean
muscle than I remembered, which made me look more like a senior, a college
senior, than a high school sophomore.  Was I transformed by Allen and Corey
or did they merely cultivate my own newfound confidence?  Whatever it was,
it fucking rocked.  I flexed and stretched the cuffs of my shirt sleeves.

The door to the locker room groaned like it always did and then a couple
times more as my teammates filed in to get ready for practice.  I splashed
my face again to clear my head.  I needed to get ready too.  Instead of
moving to be with my usual friends, I headed back to where I had
encountered Allen and Corey.  I went to where Nolan was.  Instead of
swimming with the B group, I jumped into the A group.  I went to where
Nolan was.  Though it was unspoken, I lingered in the shower instead of
racing out as fast as I could like I usually did.  So did Nolan.  We wound
up being the last ones getting dressed.  I sensed opportunity.

A fold and roll of my towel turned it into a rat-tail, a formidable locker
room weapon.  As Nolan was modestly facing away, I popped him on his back
with a flick of my wrist.  He turned to face me with a start, his soft cock
slapping against his thigh underneath his boxers.

"Fuuuuuuck me," he cringed, arching his back at the sting.

Emboldened by his demand, I bored my eyes into his.  The pause was
incredibly uncomfortable and absolutely dripping with tension.

"You want me to, Nolan?"  I delivered the line without even the slightest
hint I was joking.

"Dude, what the?"  Nolan laughed nervously.

"Or maybe you want to fuck me.  Wanna wrestle for it?"

His laughter subsided.  Our game had suddenly become deadly serious, and
Nolan's seriousness matched my own.

I shed the towel and went into my best, over the top, grappler wrestler
pose, crouched with one foot in front of the other and both hands clawed
forward.  Hesitant at first, Nolan mirrored my stance and we shuffled
toward each other in approach.  It wasn't until my hands were draped over
his shoulders that I fully realized the situation we were in.  We both
figured it out at the same time.  He pulled to escape but without much
effort.  I grasped him hard.  He pulled back some more, but really half
heartedly.  I just grasped him harder until I prevailed.  I brought his
lips closer, so they could press into me.

Nolan is unstoppable, and he's exactly as I thought he would be in my
fantasy.  He's not just keeping his attention on my mouth.  He's biting at
my jawline, my neck, licking at my cheek, running his fingers through my
hair.  He's doing everything at once and even though my brain is so
overloaded...I am able to do the same right back.  Tired of standing, we
moved to the floor, spreading out and lying on the towel.

In the middle of our heavy petting and crazy make out session, I stopped
dead in my tracks.

"There's something we have to do, Nolan."  I fished a key out of my swim
bag and went back down on the floor, sliding under the bench that was next
to Allen and Corey's.  "That one's theirs.  This one's ours."

"Huh?"  Nolan had no idea what I was talking about.

As neatly as I could, I scratched a heart into the wood.  Then I scratched
the name Nolan.  I handed him the key and he scratched the name Cam.  I
didn't have to say a word.

"Nolan Point. Give me a kiss for luck before every race.  Go to prom with
me.  Be my first."  He put his finger to my lips.  "Yes, yes, and yes."  He
paused.  You and I have started a journey, Cam Couty."  Nolan moved his
finger from my lips to brush the hair out of my eyes.  I lifted my head to
meet his gaze.  "Look at me, Cam."  He gently stroked my forehead.  "A
spectacular journey.  A journey together."  He wiped away the tear that was
rolling down my cheek.  "A journey that is there for everyone to see.  A
journey that won't ever end.  Are you ready to take it with me?"