Black Fox - 5. The Blood / Just This Once

"So how was your first gig yesterday?" I asked Alex.

I was sitting on my bed next to the boy, trying not to stare at him too much. He was looking great. Not only was he cute but he also had this streetwear style I was totally crazy about. I think I liked him the most in his slim-fit hoodie he had the first time we met but the golf shirt he was wearing now matched his shorts perfectly and made his chest quite touchable.

"It was good, Owen. I think I only made a few mistakes and I don't think anyone noticed. Except for Michael."

Of course, the bass player had always been sensitive to my every single misstep (as I had been to his). I had no hopes he'd go easy on Alex even though it was his debut and he played fine.

I was quite surprised when he called. Now, he was obviously uncomfortable and that made me uncomfortable, too. I felt best around outgoing people like Cayden or Ryan. There was never a dull or awkward moment with them and they always had something to say. It wasn't like I didn't have anything to say but I was rather careful with words and to the point. And now I had no idea how to make the boy feel more at home.

"I really think you should've been there, not me. I'm sorry if I handled it poorly," he said. I just looked at him, pressing him to continue.

"What I'm trying to say is," he sighed, "I know how it looks and I don't blame you if you hold a grudge. I was sure you'd be there too for my audition. The guys didn't tell me you were still at the hospital until later. And I was sure they would tell you about me joining right after. Only now I know they didn't. At least they didn’t say it was me. So every time I think about yesterday I feel super bad."

Damn it, I couldn't be mad at him even if I tried. And why would I try to hurt his puppy eyes?

"Stop it man, why would I be mad? I can't play anyway, my hand’s out of business. You’re saving our asses if anything."

"Oh. Well, you looked like you were upset yesterday." Damn, Ryan was right about me earlier, I am too easy to read.

"I was upset but not about you," I lied, "it was just my first day at home after the accident and I realised I couldn’t play drums, guitar, video games or ride my bike. Damn it, I couldn't even shower by myself without my brother's help."

I wasn't sure why but he got even more nervous and he fidgeted with his fingers.

"Um, I'm really sorry, you know. I hope you get well soon, I really love how you play drums and I don't want to be in the band when you're here like this."

"Don't worry about it, I'm feeling much better now, it will pass."

We smiled at each other and I felt really warm in certain places. However, it led to a very awkward silence. I had thought about some small talk ideas before he came but now my head was empty.

"Um, I have to be home soon," he mumbled.

"Oh ok," I replied, watching him get up. He was taking his time, stretching and kind of waiting for something.

It was now or never.

"Want me to walk you home?"

"Yes, it would be nice," Alex smiled at me.

He acted like a boy from a good family, articulate and polite. You have no idea how much I adored him at this point. I was hoping there would be some chemistry between us and there sure was. Maybe we were both on the introvert side and it wasn’t a perfect scenario but the spark was there. I still wasn't sure if he was gay or just nice and well-mannered, but I knew we were going to be friends, at least. Assuming I could settle on having him just as a friend. Who am I kidding?

We slowly walked toward his house and there was this silent agreement between us to walk as slowly as possible. It was getting dark already.

"So how did you learn to play drums?" I asked.

"Well, I used to hang out a lot with my brother Chris and he got me into playing instruments. I tried the guitar and piano but I liked the drums the most.

“Did you have drums at home?”

“No, my brother played guitar in a band and at first, I could only play on their set. I think I was doing well because after a few months my dad bought me my own. I played almost every day and when I saw you play for the first time… I decided to learn all the songs you guys played live. Crazy, right?"

"Yeah. But look where it got you."

"Yeah, it’s so weird! How about you?"

"Well, my dad was a drummer and he got me this electronic set when I was 8. I started my first band when I was 11 and two years ago we started Black Fox. I met Cayden at school and that's how it started."

"So you've been playing for…"

"Seven years, that's right."

"Gosh, no wonder you're so good."

"I'm not that good. But thanks. Hey, actually, would you like to hang out some tomorrow? I get awfully bored these days and you're cool."

"Would I?" He beamed. Damn it, he was really looking up to me and here I was, trying to seduce him. I knew I had to take it slow with this boy or else I'll hurt his feelings.
Soon, we were on the familiar street I had been on the other day, trying to find him. When we reached the house, I stopped and gave him my left hand to shake.

"Thanks for coming to see me mate, see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, I will. Owen?"

"Yes?"

"How did you know it was my house?"

Fuck. I just shrugged and smiled at him sheepishly. He returned a smile and shook his head, being like: “why you little!” This was the moment I lost the battle. I went back to him and bro-hugged him. We looked each other in the eyes one last time and I waved at him, turning back. After five seconds, I glanced back to look at him once more and he chose the exact same moment to do the same. We just smiled awkwardly and he disappeared inside.

Oh boy, I was falling in love.

I took the long way home to avoid the park. It was getting really dark.

***

“I think I'm in love again”, I sang and added some air-guitar notes. My right hand was luckily fixed in a guitar-playing position for at least a couple of weeks. My fingers were useless but I could at least play pretend.

I was spinning around in my swivel chair, listening to this Outkast song I loved. And now I loved it even more because I had a crush and my crush wanted to see me again tomorrow. My crush was most likely straight but I didn't care. Swivel, swivel. Round and round I go.

***

My dad bought me a waterproof cast cover so I didn't have to improvise with a plastic bag anymore. And as long as I wore the right clothes, I should be able to shower by myself from now on.

It was like 11 pm. I'd normally go outside and smoke some but I decided against it. I'd normally have a wank but…

Phone buzz. A message from Ryan.

"owen mate, u there"

"Hey bro, what’s up?"

"u have snapchat?"

Oh, interesting. I gave him my snap name.

Not a minute has passed.

ry@n141 has sent an image.

Tap. He was in front of his bathroom mirror, taking a selfie. He was naked and hard. The text over the photo said: 'u like what u see, gay boy?'

I was on my bed wanking in less than a minute. Snap. I sent him my reflection in the mirror. 'yessir,' I wrote.

'imma fuck you with this big boi, u know it?'

'In your dreams straight boy,'

Snap. A video. He's on his bed sucking himself. Gosh. I knew he was fit but this…

Another snap. A video. He lubes himself. My lube! I left it on his bed.

Snap. I sent a pic of my asshole plus balls and dick.

Snap. There was his hole.

We did this for some 5 minutes and I was literally edging myself. Until I couldn't anymore.

I recorded myself cumming and sent it to him.

Then he did the same. For him, it was the second time that day, at least.

Whoa. Wow. Wow. So hot.

“cu soon gay boy”

“Yeah,” I wrote back.

***

I cleaned myself and went to the bathroom. It took me some 20 minutes to take care of myself, standing by the sink. I could've taken a shower to try out the new cast protector but I was too lazy and tired.

Back in the room, I opened the window for the night like I always did on warm summer days.

And then I saw it.

A black shape crouched on a walnut’s tree branch, some 10 yards away. Gleaming, red eyes. Goosebumps went all over my body.

I shut the window in panic and when I looked again, it wasn't there anymore. Oh no. Oh no. I was panicking. Was it my life now? Would it not stop until I'm dead? What was it? Who do I talk to?

I rearranged my bed so I could see through the window all the time. I haven't felt like this since I was 7 and every shadow was a lurking monster. Now it was for real. It was, right?

The house went silent. I was 7 years old and I wanted Wayne to protect me. Oh shit, I was 15.

It was just my imagination. There was nothing outside the window. It couldn’t be the same puma demon we saw the other day with Wayne, could it? It was a bird! Or a reflection from the moon. Owen, you stoner, get it together.

I couldn't sleep until 3 am. Then I did.

I woke up in the morning, alive.

***

It was Sunday and I spent some time in my bed, checking random stuff on Wikipedia. I did not know what to think anymore. I thought that I should see someone. Should it be a doctor or an exorcist, I wasn’t sure.

I added Alex on Facebook but there was no response yet. I checked the contacts on my phone. Cayden. I did want to see him but I felt a little weird about the situation in the band. I chose to call Ryan instead and asked him to come over and he said he’d be here soon.

I ate breakfast with the family. I told them I was feeling better and thankfully they didn’t give me a hard time because of my angsty mood the previous day. But I declined when they asked me if I was going with them to visit my uncle, dad’s younger brother. I liked uncle Keith a lot but I prefered to hang out with my new friend this time.

After they all left, I took my basketball and left the house to wait for Ryan outside.

I dribbled the ball for a minute, getting used to using my left hand. I threw it at the basket but it landed well off. Same as with my second and my third try. My fourth attempt was successful and I heard clapping coming from behind.

“Not bad! For a white, cripple, gay boy, not bad at all!” Ryan came to me for a hug but I punched him in his arm first. I picked the ball and tossed it to him.

"Show me some real skills, straight boy."

He did show me, alright. He dribbled carelessly for a while and scored, bouncing the ball off the board. We played for a few minutes and he was owning me easily. Shit. What's worse, he had no respect or pity for me whatsoever. It actually felt refreshing. I was struggling to get acceptable effects with my weaker hand, while Ryan was just fooling around.

"You're going down, gay boy!" He exclaimed, scoring once more.

"You were pretty eager to go down on yourself yesterday. At least for a straight boy," I winked at him.

"Way to thank me for free wank material." Score.

"Oh, I thought you can only get hard if you have an audience." Miss.

"The fuck you know, gay boy," he went at me, throwing the ball right at my face. I blocked it with my nose and soon was on my knees, bleeding.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Sorry, oh god," I could barely see, but Ryan seemed to be in a panic. He rushed inside the house and returned with some paper towels. Damn, he got me good, my face felt like it was on fire. It took us a few minutes to stop my bleeding and the place looked like a battlefield.

I was kneeling on the ground and Ryan was next to me with his hand on my knee, apologizing over and over. I mumbled something back but I didn't think he heard me. I finally managed to look at him with my watery eyes and he looked genuinely concerned.

"Sorry Owen, I forgot you can't block with your hand. Let's go inside and get you cleaned."

He was supporting me on the way to the door. I didn't really need it but it was nice. My cast cover was all bloody, as well as my t-shirt AND my shorts.

"Let's get you out of it," Ryan said, helping me out of the stained shirt. "How do you even shower with that thing?"

"Um, I have a waterproof cover and last time my brother helped me." I was pretty capable of doing most of it myself by now but at this point, I was purposely steering into a more interesting direction. "It's in the bathroom."

"Okay, come on."

Inside, I stepped out of my shorts and Ryan took off my cover and replaced it with the waterproof one. He seemed really eager because he took care of my undies, too, revealing my slowly stiffening dick. I got into the shower and started the water.

"Got blood on my hands, I'll just hop inside with you, okay?" Ryan sounded really unconvincing and I understood what was about to happen. I watched the boy undress, savouring every moment of it. He was completely shameless. That made two of us.

My face still stung, but the water running down my cheeks brought some relief. Ryan took off his undies and I finally got to see his dick in its soft form. With his ebony skin and perfect proportions, he was one of the most beautiful creatures I've seen in my entire life. I had no idea how I could've mistaken him for the Stranger Things kid. Ryan was looking way better.

The shower stall was pretty spacious but Ryan stepped in and stood as close to me as possible without actually hugging me and we looked each other in the eyes. I was shivering with the sexual tension building up and felt my dick react accordingly.

"Stand still, Owen." He called me Owen. Maybe he really did feel bad about hurting me. Ryan started carefully scrubbing blood traces out of my face with his fingers. I just stared at his brown eyes as he scanned my skin for crimson stains. He was very thorough, I'll give him that. Thorough to the point where I was pretty sure he was working on places he's already been to earlier. Our hard dicks were touching all the time at this point and the feeling was unworldly.

Then, Ryan put his finger on my lips and pressed a little. He seemed as scared as I was. I let him inside my mouth and he giggled when I bit the exploring finger ever so slightly. The boy smiled when I touched his chest, playing with the neck chain he seemed to never take off. His smile made me melt inside and I kissed him on his cheek. He was still grinning but raised his right eyebrow questioningly. I wore the most serious face I could manage at the moment and gently kissed him on his lips. It lasted maybe five seconds and it was only a peck but it still felt like an electric shock and my dick jerked, demanding immediate attention.

When we broke off, Ryan shook his head, grinning, like if saying that was too gay, mate. Instead, he just said: "I'm sorry I got you with that ball, Owen."

Then, as if to add substance to his apology, Ryan got on his knees and took my cock in his hand, stroking it slowly and studying it, contemplating something. After a minute, he looked at me and rolled his eyes.

"Just this once, gay boy."

Before I could wonder about what he had in mind, he swallowed my boyhood with one quick move and started sucking on it as if he’d been doing it his whole life.

Needless to say, my pupils went all the way up and I had to support myself against the shower wall because my legs turned into jelly. My dick was sending jolts of pure pleasure all over my body and I couldn't believe how in the world anything could feel this good.

….Or at least not until Ryan started softly squeezing my balls. Now I was in heaven. I put my left hand on his curly hair and massaged him gently, hopefully showing my appreciation. I wasn't mad at him in the first place, but even if I was, this blowjob was enough to forgive any crime in the world.

After a while, I tightened my grip on his hair and started thrusting, as I felt my orgasm build up. Ryan placed his hands on my buttcheeks and surrendered to my plowing. I was fucking his face for 30 seconds or so when I felt it. I pulled out my dick and went on to finish myself with my hand. Ryan didn't retreat but just looked at me with his rascal eyes, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue like a little puppy. Oh gosh, he was wild! The sight was the only thing I needed and I screamed when my orgasm hit me. I aimed at the boy's mouth and shot my load, almost losing consciousness. One shot hit him near the eye but most went right onto his tongue and into his mouth. Shit, shit, shit.

My legs gave up and I slid down the wall, panting. Ryan seemed quite proud of his deed, tasting my cum as if appraising the flavour. Straight boy my ass!

"Do you forgive me now, gay boy?"

"I’m… not… sure…" I managed between breaths, "but I'll consider it."

We were sitting on the shower floor and Ryan slowly stroked his long cock.

"So, I'm a little horny as you can see. Should I do myself, or…?" He gave me a hopeful look.

"Let's get out of here and go to my room. I might have a present for you."

Ryan’s dick tasted delicious and his hot, loud moaning as he shot was all the reward I needed.

***

Alex came to me after dinner. I was really happy to see him although I was still spent after Ryan's visit.

It's been a crazy week for me. A new house. I broke my hand and went to the hospital. I've been haunted by some infernal feline. And a black fox, if that wasn’t enough.

On the good side, I met two beautiful boys. Ryan was wild, outgoing and really perverted. And - funny haha - straight. Alex was sweet, well-behaved and caring. Earlier, I said I felt detached from reality and now the feeling was even stronger. Almost every single aspect of my life had changed and I felt like I was on a wild trip.

I was doing my best not to think about the red-eyed creature. My scientific mind rejected the idea of supernatural powers in play but that meant questioning my sanity.

Because I have most definitely seen weird things and was unable to unsee them. I only hoped this was a temporal anomaly and things will go back to normal once the sun goes up.

But for now, I had this beautiful, dark-haired boy rush into my room, dying to show me something. Seeing Alex so eager and agitated warmed my heart. He was like a younger brother that I never had. One that I had a huge crush on, too.

"Owen, can you power on the drum set?"

"Okay kiddo, here you go."

Then, he's done the strangest thing. He sat on the stool, rearranged the gear a little and then he pulled his right arm through his sleeve, so it went underneath his t-shirt. He revealed his toned stomach while doing that and I had to blink my eyes. I desired him.

Then, he started playing Roxanne. I was doubtful at first but soon wasn't at all. The kid is fucking nailing the beat with just one hand. He was doing some extra footwork, his left hand was rather busy and he missed a few crash hits here and there. But it was working and he made it look natural and unforced. If for anything, Stewart Copeland is known for his tight and dense beats. Roxanne isn't The Police’ hardest song to play by any standards but it requires a very consistent groove. I couldn't believe my own eyes.

After he was finished, he grinned and looked at me, as if expecting praise.

"It was incredible," I breathed.

"No, it wasn't!" He was beaming, though, "I learned it this morning. I was thinking about you and a way to get you back in the game and there's this drummer from Def Leppard who lost his hand. Like, completely. And I tried to play like him and there’s that!”

I was thinking about you, too, I wanted to say. Instead, I only managed, “you’re really special, Alex,” to which he blushed a little.

We spent some time on my computer showing each other our favourite bands and drummers. He showed me Rush and Primus and I showed him Death Grips and The Mars Volta. He had quite a good taste in music and knew some wicked bands. We joked and laughed. It's been a great time with him but It wasn't long before he had to go.

"Owen, you have to learn to play with one hand. It will be months before you can use your other hand again and I don't want to be in the band in your place. Promise me you'll practice."

To be honest, I was frustrated. I was frustrated I couldn't play like I normally would. But Alex was asking me so nicely. How could I let down the pup? And I did want to play. I missed it.

"I promise, Alex… thanks a lot for believing in me."

He smiled, seeming grateful for my words.

"I gotta go… would you like to walk me home again?"

"Always," I grinned.

We walked slowly like yesterday but when we reached the park, Alex stopped.

"I still have 15 minutes. Would you like to sit with me for a while?"

I didn't know what to say. I did want to sit with him forever. But not there.

He frowned a little seeing me hesitate.

"Um, sorry, I'll just go home, thanks for hanging out with me today."

"No! I mean, no, let's stay here for a while." Damn it. I was completely torn.

To make it worse, we sat on the same bench we used with Wayne the other day. I must've been looking really nervous. We sat there in silence for a while, watching the pond. It was lifeless and still.

"Owen?"

"Yes, Alex?"

"Do you like me?"

Shit. This came out of nowhere.

"Um, what do you mean?" I asked, trying to win some time.

"Like in, do you like hanging out with me? I don't want to be this fanboy that won't leave you alone."

Phew.

"Stop it, Alex. I really like spending time with you. Actually, I didn't know how much I needed someone like you in my life right now. You're really pushing me forward, you know? The boys from the band are cool, I love them. But we only hang out when we play. I mean, that used to be a whole lot but not so much anymore."

I gave him a sad look and he wriggled.

"I like spending time with you, too." His small voice gave me goosebumps and a boner.

It was getting dark. We sat there for a while in silence. I was in love and I knew I was about to make the next move. Maybe not today but I would, soon.

"I have to go, Owen," Alex looked at me with his big eyes.

This time we went right for a hug. It lasted just a tiny bit too long to call it a bro hug but I didn't mind.

I watched him go away for a little and turned away to go home.

I didn't get to make a single step. Right under my feet, there was a dead crow. Its head was freshly bitten off; the animal was still moving.

"Fuck."