Puppy for Sale - 17. You Want My Stats?

The little trip back to the lake at Greenstone faded into a distant memory as life was beginning to return to normal at home. Dave was still living with us, albeit in body only it appeared. He seemed to have gone inside himself at home and never really spent much time with Steven and me in our room, much preferring to stay in the lounge and watch TV until it was time to go to bed. I didn't mind, though, because it made things easier from my perspective. I don't say that to be selfish, but the last thing I wanted was to keep having the same conversations over and over with Dave, which was what had been happening those first few days after I had called time on our short lived relationship.

Thoughts of that period evaporated from my mind as I was brought back to the present by Hunter nudging me at our desk.

"Everything okay?" he asked me, a serious expression etched on his face.

"You know what, Hunter, yeah, it is… everything is cool."

"Wow, that was a passionate response. You just looked a little far away there, that's all."

"Just thinking about stuff, life has been a bit crazy these past few days. So it’s good to feel things are getting back to normal finally."

"I'm glad, and I hope I didn't cause any issues with yourself and Dave. I mean, sure, I am well into you, Jensen, but busting up a relationship is not my thing."

"So, you've been here before then?" I asked, half-jokingly, half-serious.

"Once, yeah, I got burned pretty bad for it too."

"Someone hurt you?"

Hunter's face took on a sad demeanour. "Just a guy six months back, he was a college student, and I lied about my age… you know because I'm told I look older."

"You're not making sense, Hunter. Are you saying this guy burned you because he found out your real age?"

"Pretty much, he called me a stupid little kid, parting words that cut deep, and that was it. So anyway, it's in the past I don't wanna talk about him."

I frowned and shook my head, not understanding why he brought it up anyway. Hunter had this aura of mystery thing going on about him that I found compelling. It was almost like he was at odds with himself most of the time. One moment he would ooze confidence on a scale that would make an American wrestler look shy, and other times, like now, he gave off this almost awkward persona.

"Would you like to go out to lunch somewhere?" He asked, out of the blue.

"As in out of school?"

Hunter chuckled. "Yeah, Jensen, like out of school."

"Well, I could do, I guess. I normally have lunch with the guys, but I'll let Steven know when I get to my first lesson."

"Cool, I look forward to it."

The classroom was starting to fill out now as students in our tutor came in to get ready for roll call. The noise level was rising, making it easier for Hunter and me to talk about stuff we usually wouldn't get the chance to, evidenced by his following comment.

"I keep meaning to tell you how beautiful you look when you go into one of your thinking poses," he said, leaning into my ear. My face quickly filled with heat as I tried to hide my bashfulness from him.

"Must you do that here?" I said, looking away from him.

"What? Just being honest, that's all."

It looked like my embarrassment was about to be saved as Mr Dawson arrived and sat at his desk, ready to take the register.

Thank God!

As we all piled out of Science for lunch, I let Steven know again that I was going out to lunch with Hunter. Various questions were asked during the first lesson, which was when I told him. Steven warned me about jumping from bed to bed, as he called it, a comment that made me slightly irritated, seeing as nothing was going on between Hunter and me. I was also warned about the potential fallout when Dave found out where I was, which made me ask him what it had to do with Dave where I went on lunch, seeing as we were no longer together.

The truth was, I was starting to get pissed off with people telling me what I should and shouldn't do. Everyone seemed to be delighting in giving their opinions, such as Billy, Jessie, Steven and mum. Even Cindy had expressed her concern by phone when I spoke to her about what had been happening. I didn't understand why so many people were suddenly assuming that because I ended it with Dave, it was for the reason of getting it on with Hunter. Everyone seemed to be quickly forgetting the fact that Dave was a person impossible to be with.

 

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I met Hunter out by the school gates, and we both headed out onto the main road. "Hey, slow down, Jensen, there's no rush."

"I just need to get out of here for a while," I growled.

"What's happened? Did you have a bad Science lesson?" He asked, trying to match my pace, which was brisk and deliberate.

"It's not school Hunter; it’s the people in it."

"Wanna elaborate on that?"

I stopped dead in the street and turned to face him. "Why did you invite me out for lunch?"

"Sorry? I don't understand."

"I mean, why… why did you invite me out today to have lunch with you, and why have you invited me to the car event as well? Why do you sit next to me in class… what do you want from me?"

Hunter looked pale and horrified at my questioning, almost reeling backwards at my outburst.

"I… I like you."

"You like ME? Or is it my looks, my body, my features. Do you just want to have sex with me, is that it? Perhaps it would satisfy you if I took you down an ally and quickly put your cock in my mouth… would that get me out of your system?"

"Jensen, why are you saying all these things? What kind of person do you think I am?"

"I don't know Hunter, what kind of person are you. I mean, why are you single? You have a great body, good looks. You look strong and mature. You have a decent personality. I just want to know… why me?"

I felt worked up now, a little embarrassed but confident-sounding as I threw question after question at him. Where was this leading? I didn't know. Why was I saying it? I didn't know. Frustration perhaps, but not at Hunter; no, it was frustration because every person, whether known to Hunter or not, was warning me away from him, and I wanted to know why. Was it just because they thought it would be out of order if I got with Hunter so soon after Dave? Was it anything to do with Dave at all? Was it the case these people knew things… but weren’t completely honest about what they knew?

We both stood there in silence before Hunter slowly turned around, hands in his pockets, and started to walk away from me. Unable to say anything for a few moments, I just watched him go—the shock of all the things I had just said keeping me silent and frozen to the spot.

What the hell had I just done?

"Hunter, wait!" I called after him. He briefly turned back but then carried on. I gathered some motion and caught up with him.

"Where are you going?" I asked as he pulled a cigarette from his trouser pocket and lit one up, not waiting to stop.

"It's clear, isn't it, I mean, I don't know what I have done, but it's clear I have upset you, or you think I am this… this horrible person somehow."

I grabbed his arm, and he stopped walking but still refused to meet my gaze.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. I don't know why I said those things."

"Jensen, let me throw some of them back at you… no, just one. What do you think I want from you?"

"I don't know," I replied honestly.

"Have I ever done anything or said anything to suggest I was some kind of monster."

"Hey, I never suggested you were a monster."

"You might as well have. I mean, what was all that? Have people been saying things about me that I should know about?"

I sighed, letting my shoulders drop. "Most of them are just worried about me, I guess. They don't want me to jump into anything with you because they think it will be wrong to Dave and wrong for me. Also…"

"Yes."

"A couple of people at school… people I don't even know, said…."

"Said what?" Hunter asked, throwing his arms up, almost desperate sounding.

"They say you're a playboy and that I should watch out because you will get bored of me very quickly if we ever got together."

"What the fuck, Jensen… who are these people?" he asked, taking a long drag on his cigarette before blowing out the smoke.

"I don't know, just people okay… so is it true?"

"And you wonder why I stay single; see how much hassle it causes me when I like someone."

"Is that your way of avoiding the question?" I asked, raising a brow.

Hunter cleared his throat before folding his arms and staring at me. "Define playboy."

"I don't know, I guess from what Steven says, a playboy is someone who sleeps around and flirts a lot."

My words were met with silence as Hunter was again unable to look at me. It told me everything I needed to know about the answer that was or was not going to come from his mouth eventually. Yet, I was still here, and I wondered why. Curiosity maybe? Whatever the reason, he would judge my respect for him on the answer he gave me when he eventually spoke.

"You want my stats? Okay, I'll give you my stats. I am sixteen, and I have had two boyfriends, neither one of them lasting more than two months. I have had sex with six boys, the oldest being nineteen. I do flirt sometimes, yes, and my friend Cassy says I do it to feel good about myself; maybe she is right. I occasionally smoke pot to get high. You already know I smoke cigarettes, and yeah, I know, bad for my health. I own three sex toys a boy my age should not even know about because I like to get fucked, and my options are limited in a school where no one apart from myself has the guts to admit they are gay through fear of being found out. I went through a phase where I would hang around Heaven night club in London to pick up guys because I needed sex with someone; sad, I know, but what the fuck? I like the feel of a guy inside me. That was where I got the bulk of the guys I slept with from. Two out of the six guys I have slept with I didn't use protection. One of them got me fucked out of my brain on Cocaine… yes, I have snorted that too. Half of the school hates me because I am gay, and the other half is scared of me because they don't understand me. You are the first guy apart from the above mentioned with who I want to do things differently. Am I happy about my past? No, I'm not. Do I want just to add you to my tally of conquests? No, I don't because, unlike the rest of the people I have ended up with, you seem to like me for me and not for my body. In return for that, I do feel good about myself on a level I have never done before. So, Jensen, I am sorry that people have their perceptions that paint me like a dirty scum bag, but yes, it is all true about me, but I can't turn back the clock. I can't erase the past. All I can do is be the person I am now and do things right this time."

With my jaw almost on the floor and my face, all screwed up with what I was hearing. I just stood there like a statue as Hunter finished his confession. It was kind of surreal looking at this person who I was just getting to know but knew so little about… until now.

"I guess this is the point where you spit at me and walk away. You can, you know, you wouldn't be the first." Hunter added quietly. I didn't move.

"That's um… that's quite a lot to take in, Hunter."

"I'm sorry it all spilt out like that. I’m just tired of people at school gossiping about me. I just thought this time I would be honest. Jesus, I mean, everyone has done some fucked up shit in their life and yeah, maybe mine is a little out there for my age, but I'm not some ogre. I just went searching for happiness and love in the wrong places, that's all. I… I just wanted someone to want me." Hunter let his shoulders drop and looked at the sky.

"Thank you for being honest with me. I guess that must have taken a lot?"

"My mum always told me to be honest, saying that you should always tell someone the worst thing about you and if they are still there when you have finished, you will have a friend for life."

"If that was your mum's way of saying that everyone deserves a second chance, then she is right; everyone does. But, for the record, Hunter, I am still here, not just because you had the guts to be honest with me, but because in some distant connected way, you and me are not so unalike, and I can relate to that person you once were."

"How so, you've never-"

"I mean in the sense of not being able to find yourself," I cut him off. "It took me a long time to find myself and realise the person who I was. We went about it in completely different ways yeah, but it sounds to me like you were trying to complete this puzzle of yourself and your way of looking for the pieces was to try and get with guys because that made you feel better about yourself."

"No one has ever explained it like that before."

"The only reason I can, I think, is because I get the feeling you were going through. For me, it was a feeling that I didn't belong anywhere… to anyone. Growing up in Greenstone without a family was tough, and I used to deal with that through anger because anger made me feel good about myself, but it was self-defeating."

"I like you, Jensen, and I know I am probably damaged goods to you, but I just want you to know I did not… do not have any intention of messing you about. The reason I asked you to the race event was to prove to you that I'm just a normal guy who enjoys your company."

"It's fine, Hunter. I think I understand you better now. Not the way I expected to, but nonetheless, I do," I said, managing a slight chuckle. Hunter smiled. "I smoked pot too," I casually mentioned as we continued our walk, gaining me a shocked look from Hunter.

 

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We decided to grab a sandwich from one of the bakeries along the main street across from the school before finding a seat in the small plaza behind all the shops. Hunter looked deep in thought as he gently ate his lunch.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked, turning to look at him.

"You," he replied before taking another bite.

I grinned. "Should I be worried?"

"I was just thinking how nice you are."

"When you grow up not having anything, Hunter, it teaches you to appreciate most things, and that includes people you meet. Life can be a lonely journey without good people in it to meet."

"So you think I'm a good person?"

"I do."

"Even after everything, I told you?"

"Doing the things you have done does not make you a bad person Hunter, even if they did, the fact you were honest about them makes you a good person. My mum says that trust and honesty is the true measure of a person. You didn't have to tell me any of that. You could have lied and just said everyone at school was talking bullshit. But by doing that, you would have lost my trust, and you would not have been being honest. I would rather trust you and know that you are honest, faults and all, rather than simply wonder if I knew the true you."

"So if I had lied and said everything that everyone had told you was a lie, would you have believed me?"

I shrugged. "Probably, but there would always be that doubt because those comments about you had to come from somewhere. I see little gain from just making something up about you that is completely untrue… what would be the purpose?"

"I guess you're right."

 

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Back at school, I was sitting in the final class of the day with Steven, with my mind relentlessly focused on Hunter since returning from lunch. Twice this afternoon, my teachers had to call my name as I was not listening to a word of what was being said, leaving Steven to ask me several times what the hell was going on.

Again, my thoughts returned to Hunter and what to do about this whole situation. He was a very sweet guy underneath all that macho, smoking, hard boy image. He was so cute as well, which didn't help my judgement.

"He's kind of like a gay version of you, you know," I whispered to Steven, suddenly realising he wouldn't have a clue what I was on about as we'd been sitting there listening to the teacher now for almost twenty minutes.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, wearing a disgusted look, mainly because he was confused, I suspected.

"Hunter, he kind of reminds me of you, just a gay version."

"We'll talk about this later."

 

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Steven, Dave, and me walked out of the school gates when Hunter came up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. I saw Dave give him a dirty look out of the corner of my eye, which Hunter chose to ignore.

"Hi Steven, Hi Dave," he said cheerfully as they were both now looking at him.

"You okay, Hunter?" I asked, still not sure what he wanted.

"Yeah, I just came to see if you wanted to come round to my house. I'm doing anything and was kinda gonna be bored."

I looked at Steven, who seemed indifferent to Hunter's suggestion, while Dave, on the other hand, looked like he was just about to take a swing at him.

"Maybe not tonight, Hunter, but thanks for the offer," I replied, trying to hide my annoyance that he would ask me that in front of Dave.

"Okay, well I'll call you later… I better go; my brother is picking me up today."

"See you later, Hunter," Steven and I said. Dave just stayed silent.

We continued to walk in silence until Dave couldn't help himself. "That guy is such a jerk!"

I sighed. "I know he is not the flavour of the month for you, Dave, but what's he done now?"

"Fancy asking you round to his house," Dave replied, spitting feathers.

"Oh Dave, he was just being friendly," I said, dismissing Dave's motives for saying that.

"More like he wants to rub my face in it."

"Dave, I'm sure he meant nothing by it," Steven chimed in, squeezing Dave's shoulder.

"So, have you surrendered to his charms yet?" Dave asked sarcastically.

"You know Dave, this hostile bullshit towards me is not a good look on you. All it is doing is further cementing my decision to break was the right thing to do. I don't know how many times I have to say it, but there is NOTHING. I repeat, NOTHING is going on between Hunter and me. Just because he invited me to his house does not mean we are a couple."

"I hate to take sides, pal, but this whole thing is getting a little old now," Steven declared to Dave.

"Oh, that's right, gang up on me."

"We're not Dave," I said. "But you gotta stop connecting us not being together with Hunter. Hunter has nothing to do with it."

"Fine, I won't say anything more about it. Just ask him not to be all fluffy around you when I'm with you please, it makes my stomach turn. He's like some fucking drooling dog."

I rolled my eyes, deciding not to bite. I knew Dave wanted me to, so it gave him the evidence he needed to say I had feelings for Hunter. Steven had taught me that much. Steven said that whether I did or I didn't hold a flame for Hunter that I should try to make it look like Dave's attacks on him didn't bother me, and then he would either get bored of slating him or realise nothing was going on with the two of us. It seemed to be working as Dave was becoming more bearable to live with after the talk mum had with us and because of what Steven had suggested.

Despite that, though, there were spikes in Dave's mood where he would growl over the mere mention of his name or give a dirty look when he saw Hunter in the corridor. That I could put up with, knowing that time is a healer on most things, and hopefully, it would get better.

As we neared home, the conversation had returned to more general chat, like how Dave's mum was getting on and how Steven had not masturbated in three days because of the lack of privacy. Dave suggested doing it for him, a comment that earned him a slap on the back of the head.

"Looks like Dad is home early," Steven announced as we looked towards the house.

There was also a car parked behind Max's van, which spiked a feeling of familiarity in my mind. I knew that car from somewhere but could not put my finger on where. I kept my eyes locked onto it as we got nearer, even looking back at it as we got to the front door.

Steven put his key in and stepped into the hallway with Dave and me close behind. I closed the door, hearing voices coming from the kitchen, and that's when it occurred to me where I knew the car from. I barged past Dave and Steven and rushed into the kitchen, seeing someone sitting at our table talking to mum and dad.

"Mr Watson, wha… what are you doing here?"

"Hello, Puppy," he replied, smiling.

 

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As I approached the table where Mr Watson was sitting, he held out his hand to me, leaving me to ponder whether to take it or not. I looked across at mum, who had a protective expression on her face, but she did nod lightly, telling me things were ok. I took his hand, and we gently shook as I watched a gentle smile return to Watson's lips.

"It's good to see you; you look well, Puppy. It looks like you have gained a few pounds too."

"Thank you, and I am well. So why are you here? Is Cindy okay?"

"Oh yes, Cindy is fine, Puppy, actually she is the reason I am here since you ask. I am aware my behaviour in Burger King was a little bizarre, for which I apologise, I know how much you and Cindy loved each other, and I now know it was wrong of me to try and get in the way of that."

"Love," I said, taking a seat slowly.

"I'm sorry?" Mr Watson asked, raising a brow.

"You said loved, as in past tense, when we still love each other. That's something which will never change no matter how hard you try and keep us apart."

"Yes, I'm sure that's correct."

"Puppy, would you like dad and me to leave the room so you and Mr Watson can talk?" Mum asked, catching a look at Max, who was listening intently."

"No, it’s fine, I have no secrets," I replied before turning my attention back to Watson. "You know, when I spoke to you in Burger King… or rather you spoke to me, I felt like the man I had known for all those years had been replaced by someone else. You treated me like I was some kind of stranger. But, what hurt the most was that out of all the people in my life, including Max and Susan, I had spent the most time and had the most interaction with you… some might have said you had been like my father, yet you alienated me in such a cruel way. Why?"

Mr Watson looked at the ceiling and sighed as if deep with regret. "It… it was for the protection of Cindy, Puppy. I know how I went about things was unforgivable, and what you just said confirms that to me. It's that guilt and sorrow that has led me to your house, Puppy, make no mistake."

"What do you mean, for the protection of Cindy? That sounds crazy; you know I would never hurt her."

Watson shook his head. "No, no, I didn't mean it like that. I wanted her to have a fresh start, a clean slate Puppy. I wanted her to forget as much as she could about Greenstone and the life she came from. I guess I saw you as a connection to that and tried to suppress it. But, I know what you're thinking, and yes, I realise it was not one of the best decisions I have ever made in my life."

"You got that right," I replied, tense but controlled.

"I didn't realise the impact it was going to have on the both of you. I thought with you going to live with your new family and Cindy starting the process of coming to live with me that you would both be too excited to worry about each other and would eventually just move on."

"Mr Watson, a friendship such as ours and what it was based on is not some kind of phase, you know. It ran deep, more, deep than anyone will ever know. Being out of contact with Cindy was like having an arm removed."

"Puppy, I am trying to tell you that I get that now. Cindy has always asked about you; that has never stopped."

"And what have you been telling her?"

"Well, obviously, now, the truth."

"And before?"

"I said that you had moved away and left no contact number."

"So, exactly what you told me about her then."

"Yes," he admitted solemnly.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. This visit from the man I was so angry with was leaving my mind torn in two. I wanted to hate him for the treatment he had given me in Burger King and for the way he had tried to keep Cindy and me apart. But, the other part accepted his reasons and respected him still. I felt if he had been any other man, my thoughts would have weighed wholly to the former, but I just could not bring myself to be that angry with him as thoughts of past memories flashed through my mind. The truth was whatever had been going through the mind of this man I had known and loved for so many years, he was still a good person.

"You realise Cindy and I talk on the phone, right?"

"No… no, I didn't, but I'm not angry or concerned with that."

"So can we just rewind to the beginning? Why are you here? You said it was about Cindy."

"Yes, that's right; I'm here to make amends, Puppy. I want to let you know that you are free to see Cindy whenever you want… that's of course if it's okay with your parents," he revealed, looking up at Max as if to judge his approval.

"Wow, that's great," I said, a sudden burst of excitement filtering through me.

"I thought you would be pleased."

"Thank you. It means so much to me."

"And Cindy, Puppy."

"She knows?"

"Yes, I told her this morning."

"Does she know you are here?"

"No, and I would rather that part be kept a secret. None of my family knows I am here."

"Why not?"

"My wife thinks that Cindy still needs that fresh start. She has nothing against you, Puppy, not in the slightest, but she was the one who didn't want Cindy to have contact with anyone from the home."

"It's funny, but I had a feeling you couldn’t have thought up this whole thing. You’re just not like that, Mr Watson."

"Yes, well, let's just see how things go, and for now, if you want to see each other, perhaps that can be at the park or someplace, at least until I have explained to my wife what decision I have made in respect of the both of you."

"Deal!"

"Well, I suppose I better get going and let you folks enjoy your evening. Thank you for inviting me into your home Mrs Chase, Mr Chase," Watson nodded.

"You're welcome, Mr Watson; thank you for giving Jensen such good news," Mum gushed.

Dad saw Mr Watson out while mum and I just stared at each other, thinking how great today turned out to be. I went over to her, and she collected me in her arms, kissing me on the forehead.

"Well, that was interesting," Mum remarked.

"You're telling me," I replied, shaking my head.

 

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After my dinner and shower, I spent the next hour on the phone with Cindy as we excitedly chatted about the latest news. She admitted jumping up and down on her bed for ten minutes when she found out, something I found amusing. It was good to hear her voice happy again. There were times when I wondered If I would ever hear the old Cindy I knew at the home. Lately, she had been so down, and I knew that was because of our lack of contact. But I guess it was different for me. I had Steven, mum and dad to take my mind off her. Not to mention this whole saga with Dave, which had been taking up a lot of my brain capacity lately.

Now off the phone, I lay on my bed thinking about the visit from Mr Watson, wondering what drove him to come over and reveal what he did. I knew he was a good man, and it was fitting that he would eventually come round to the idea of Cindy and me seeing each other again because I knew what kind of person he was. Of course, it was surprising that his wife had been the undercurrent in all this, but I had to accept she had her reasons. There was little to gain by being angry about it.

While I was lost in my thoughts, Dave came into the bedroom and knelt at my bed, pressing his lips forcefully onto mine, making me reel back in shock.

"Wha… what are you doing?" I asked, my face screwed up.

"I heard about your news. I just wanted to congratulate you," he replied, smiling.

"With a sloppy kiss?"

"Why not?" he asked, running his hand up underneath my t-shirt stroking my stomach before playing with the line of hair that was my treasure trail.

"I… um, I think it's a good thing that he came round," I said, swallowing hard as Dave started to push his hand under my sweatpants waistband.

"Hmm, yeah, I think your right," Dave agreed dreamily, starting to massage my rapidly inflating dick before cupping my low hanging balls in his hand and lightly squeezing.

"Dave, uh, I… I don't think this is a good idea."

"Why not?" he asked, smiling, almost evilly. "It's been a while since we have both gotten off. So what’s the harm?"

He continued to work me under my pants, and I watched as his other hand was pleasuring himself through the material of his jeans. Then he got up and started to unzip the button on his trousers before pulling his cock out and wanking it in front of me. As much as I didn't want this to go any further, I was hypnotised by the action. His loose ball sack swung as he worked himself.

Crouching down, he started to tug at my sweatpants, taking them down below my manhood. My cock was rock hard through being played with and watching him pleasure his organ.

"Hey, guys, I was wondering if you wanted to watch…. WHOA!" cried Steven catching us in the act. I went to pull up my pants quickly, but Dave stopped me and carried on. I expected Steven to run off out of the room, but instead, he closed the door and went over to his bed, taking a seat on it.

None of us said anything as Dave continued to work me over while doing himself. I could see Steven watching out the corner of my eye before realising he was holding his fucking phone up filming us. I wanted to tell him not to, but there was something quite erotic being filmed at a time when I was so vulnerable.

"Hey Dave, let me know when you are gonna bust. I wanna get this bit on film," Steven said.

"Like now!" Dave panted. Then without warning, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me up close to his dick before busting all over my face. Shot after shot was soaking me, going in my eyes, my mouth, in my hair and down my chin… it was fucking hot! Dave threw his head back in ecstasy as the orgasm rocked his body. His legs were trembling, and moments later, I too let go, sending a massive rope of cum flying over my shoulder.

"WOW!" Steven yelled, looking impressed.

"It's… been… a … while," I puffed, watching as more and more semen pumped from my spewing penis.

Regret and guilt immediately spread through me, and I pushed Dave off me and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door. I quickly locked it and walked over to the mirror, looking at my soaked face in the mirror. I looked used… I felt used. Why the fuck did I let that happen? I thought, cursing myself.

Stepping my saturated body into the shower, I switched it on before taking my sodden clothes off. I had cum dripping from various parts of me as Dave's seed, and my own ran down my limbs. All I could think about right now was Hunter. Yeah, we weren't together, but I got the feeling we were close to being, and it somehow felt like I had cheated on him. In the process, I had probably screwed Dave's head up further, him thinking maybe our relationship could be on the way to repair.

No Chance, I thought, stepping under the water.

After the episode with Dave and having the time to stand under the shower and think for a little while, something became clear to me - I wanted to be with Hunter and to hell with what anyone else thought about it. Hunter had a loving soul. I could feel it. What’s more, he was on my level, and I wanted him. I wanted him because he made me happy and for that reason only. Whatever people said or thought about him, I was willing to take that risk. I was ready to give him a chance, and if I got hurt, then that was my own fault this time. I was not going to give up the possibility of real happiness just because of idle gossip. Hunter had been honest with me, passionately open and his reward for that would be me giving myself to him.

"Jensen, are you okay in there?" I heard Dave call through the door. I cringed hearing his voice, my body tense.

"Be out in a minute," I called, as cheerfully as I could muster.

"Okay, just checking," came the response before silence. I breathed out a long breath and turned off the shower before grabbing a towel and drying myself.

Time to face the music, I thought.

Generally, in the evenings, it would be just me, Steven and I in our room while Dave would sit downstairs with the folks, but not tonight. I knew the reason why as well. Also, instead of sitting or lying on his camp bed, he was on mine playing with my leg hair as we all watched TV. I knew what he was up to, and his touching me was making me feel awkward, but what could I say?

"Ca… can I sleep with you tonight?" he asked, his question making me swallow hard.

"Uh, I don't think that's a good idea, Dave."

"But why, I thought things-"

"Were what, back to normal?" I cut him off. "Look, Dave, what happened back there should not have been done."

"Made a good video for Xtube, though," Steven remarked, giggling.

"I don't know what that is, Steven, but that video stays on your phone unless you want it trodden on," I said, serious. I turned my attention back to Dave. "I'm sorry if I gave you false hope. I really should not have let that happen between us."

"Then why did you, you must feel something?"

"I think a lot of you, Dave, but I don't feel like that towards you anymore."

"Oh," was all he said, letting his head drop… a sight that was becoming a trademark for him.

"I don't want to lie to you Dave, I mean, I could sit here and pretend everything's normal and kid myself that we could get back together, but I can't, especially now," I said, wondering what can of worms I had just opened by saying… especially now.

Dave looked up at me giving me a sideways look. "What does that mean, especially now?"

"Just saying, that's all," I replied, nervous.

"You're a crap liar, Jensen Stibbings!"

"O.oh, Jensen, Dave is using the surname. You’re in trouble now," Steven remarked.

"Fuck off, Steven, I know why he said that, don't I Jensen," Dave spat, turning back to me.

"I don't know what you mean."

"So, has he fucked you yet?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, Dave, I have boys falling at my feet, so many, I am exhausted through all these imaginary people you seem to think I am seeing."

"Don't be smart with me, Jensen. You know what one I am on about."

"Hunter, by any chance," I sighed.

"Well?"

I sat for a moment, thinking through my response. "You wanna know? You REALLY wanna know?" I asked, feeling slight anger in my belly. Steven looked over, seeing the mood was starting to change.

"Yeah, I wanna know."

"You might not like the answer," I said, sitting up.

"I know I won't, but I wanna know anyway."

"Okay, Hunter has been asking me out every day for ages now, and I have kept saying no. At first, it was because we were on a break, and I was loyal to you, and I thought there was a chance we might make it. Later on, it was because I felt guilty towards you. Even though I knew we were finished, I still didn't want to hurt you. Lately, I have been tempted, I'll admit it, but still, I didn't think I was ready to jump into another relationship, plus the fact I knew it would upset you."

"And now?" Dave asked, folding his arms.

I took a deep breath. "Tomorrow, Hunter is going to ask me out again, and I am going to say yes. I want to be with him, Dave and I want you to accept that."

Dave put his hand up to his mouth and burst into tears. I looked at Steven, who glared at me shaking his head.

"Don't look at me like that, Steven," I barked. "I am fed up with sacrificing my own happiness for the sake of others all the time. I've done nothing wrong here."

"God, you know how to make a person feel shit," Dave sobbed.

"I'm not going to live my life in secret Dave, sooner or later, you would have found out, and I didn't want… I don't want… it to be like that."

"He'll ruin you, I swear. You don't know what you are letting yourself in for."

"Are you saying that for any other reason apart from the fact you are angry with me or…"

"I'm saying it because it's true. He’s an asshole. As soon as he's bored with you, you'll be history. Mark my words."

"I hate to get involved, Jensen, but Dave is talking sense. I have heard about Hunter from other people. My position is clear; just be careful."

I huffed. "Well… well, thank you, I will."

 

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Morning swung round like a catapult, and I was awoken to the sound of Steven shouting at mum downstairs.

"Steven Chase, you come back down these stairs immediately!" She yelled, and I heard Steven stomp back down. The arguing then become muffled as they must have gone into the lounge and closed the door. I got up and went to the bathroom, feeling it was better not to get involved. Dave was nowhere to be seen, and I wondered why, seeing as he was usually the last to get up, barring rare occasions.

Draining my bladder, I wandered out and downstairs to fix some breakfast. Usually, mum would have something ready to eat for me but not this morning. Just then, Steven came charging out of the lounge and into the kitchen.

"Don't you walk away from me? I want to know what the hell is going on Steven,"

"Nothing is going on mum, can you just drop it, Jesus!"

"I hope to GOD for your sake you have not got your brother involved in this." I looked up, assuming she was talking about me.

"Got me involved in what?" I asked, getting worried. Mum looked at me before going to the drawer and pulling out something.

"I am going to show this to your father. God help you, Steven. God help you when he finds out. My Son, doing this, it's… It's impossible."

Mum came over to the table, slammed two small bags down on it, and glared at Steven. He looked pale and scared, which worried me because Steven very rarely looked worried about anything.

"Do you know anything about this, Jensen?"

"I don't even know what it is?" I replied.

"Tell him, Steven, tell your brother what you have been doing!" she yelled through her now flowing tears.

"Mum, please, he doesn't need to know." Steven wined.

Mum picked them up in her hand and shook them in front of me. "This Jensen, this is called Crystal Meth, and your brother has been injecting himself with it, or smoking it, the stupid, stupid fool!"

"I haven't been doing-"

"Crystal…"

"Meth, it's a drug, Jensen. Steven, you wanna know what people turn into on this stuff?"

"Mum, I haven't done anything; I was just going to try it, that's all."

"Go get your iPad. I want to show you."

"Mum, we really don't-"

"GO GET YOUR IPAD NOW!" she screamed, almost hysterical. I cringed, never having seen her like that before. Steven quickly went from the lounge and came back with the tablet in his hand.

"Do I wanna see this?" I muttered.

"Turn it on," she barked. "Turn it on and give it to me. By the way, you are grounded for six months for this. I am so ashamed and angry with you… you have NO IDEA!"

With her hands shaking, mum Googled some images and placed the iPad on the table. In front of me were what looked like before and after pictures of various men and women who had taken this drug?

"Wow, are they the same people?" I asked, trying to calm the room.

"Look at it… Steven, LOOK AT IT," she bellowed, seeing that he was indeed not.

"I don't need to look at it. I can tell by Jensen's face how bad it is." Mum held up the iPad and shoved it in Steven's face.

"Do you want to end up like that? Well, do you?"

"Mum, will you please stop shouting at me? I said I was sorry."

"Sorry that you got caught, so tell me, when did you plan on putting this crap into your veins, at school, at Billy's, where?"

"I don't know. I might not have done okay?"

"Lies! Why would you have it if you didn't plan to use it?"

"I was just keeping it for someone."

"Don't fuc… don't you dare insult my intelligence Steven, you are in enough trouble. Get ready for school, go… get out of my sight."

Mum sat down on one of the kitchen chairs and wiped her eyes. "I just can't believe it, my own son dabbling in that filth," she muttered, more to herself, I suspected.

"Where did you find them," I asked softly.

"In the chicken coop, at first I thought it was you, you know because you spend most of the time down there, but I knew you wouldn't have had a clue about this stuff and… I just can't take it in."

"Steven admitted it?"

"He had to." She spat, looking at the doorway as if he was still there.

"Why?"

"Because I said if it wasn't him, then it must have been you, and I was about to come upstairs and tear layers off of you for doing that. That’s when he admitted it."

"I'm glad he did, and you're right. I didn't know what they were, only that they look kind of like the thing nurses use for blood tests."

"Did you know anything about this… have any inkling this was going on, Jensen?"

"No, none at all. Would you like me to speak to him?"

"It might help to find out what is going on in that thick head of his. Of course, he isn’t going to tell me. He never tells me anything."

"I will talk to him… by the way, where is Dave?"

"He said he needed to get out. I know my shouting at Steven caused it; I think it reminded him of being at home, as his mother shouts at him a lot. I didn't mean to scare anyone. I’m just so angry with Steven right now I can't help it."

"I guess that's what Mums do," I said.

 

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We met Dave at the top of the road where he had texted Steven and said he would be. But, unfortunately, we were all in bad moods for different reasons, and none of us had much to say about anything really until Steven spoke.

"I am in sooooo much trouble," he said, shaking his head.

"What were you thinking, Steve?" Dave asked.

"I don't know. Billy’s brother got hold of the stuff and mixed it up, said it was good shit."

"You know how anti-drugs I am, Steven. I can't feel sorry for you because I'm glad she found them. You could have killed yourself."

"Spare me the lectures, Dave; do you know what I have just had to put up with? Oh no, that's right, you ran out on me!"

"I went because I don't like raised voices. I had enough of that with my own mother."

Steven nudged me. "You're quiet?" he said.

"I don't know what to say, Mum is distraught right now, and I don't like seeing her like that."

"Neither do I; she’ll get over it."

"Nu-uh, not this one, Steven, this one might be a step too far. So have you taken that stuff?"

"No, I was debating whether to though, you know, just to try it. It's not like I would get hooked or anything."

"Can you hear yourself, Steven? You are talking about injecting something into your bloodstream, this isn't like smoking weed or anything, and this is what Heroin addicts do. You know what school has taught us about drugs. They are dangerous, man!"

"Dave, I haven't even taken any of this stuff," Steven insisted.

"But you were thinking about it."

"Jesus, can we drop it? Please, it's like being at home with Mum again."

 

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Entering the school gates, Hunter came over to me and said hello, greeting Steven and Dave, too, politely.

"So, everyone geared up for the weekend?" he asked, smiling.

"Now is not a good time Hunter," Steven remarked.

"Oh, sorry, hey Jensen, can I talk to you for a moment?"

"Hunter, why don't you stop hanging around us? No one wants you here," Dave spat all of a sudden.

"Dave, fucking hell, why do you have to be so rude?" I barked.

"Well, he never hung around us before, and now just because he has the chance of getting into your pants, he is like your fucking shadow."

"Perhaps I better leave you guys to it," Hunter said, squeezing my arm.

"No, wait, I want you to stay. Dave is just childish. Why don't you come with us and join Billy and Jessie."

Hunter shrugged and followed us over. Everyone tapped fists and said hi to Hunter while Billy and Steven had a separate conversation.

"I've been busted," Steven remarked, not caring who in the group heard.

"Busted?" Billy repeated, in what way.

"My mum found the Meth."

"Oh, my fucking… you're shitting me, right?"

"Nope!"

"Meth?" Hunter whispered in my ear."

"Long story, Steven had two bags of Crystal Meth hidden, and our mum found it."

"You take Crystal Meth. I never had you down for that, but hey, cool."

"Hunter! I don't take it. It was Steven that got caught… and what do you mean, cool?"

"My brother takes it sometimes, so I know all about it."

"And do you?"

"No, but hey, you gotta try most things once, I guess."

I shook my head. "Not while you're with me, you don't."

"With…"

"Me, yeah, you heard me," I smiled.

"Serious, you mean you'll go out with me?" Hunter asked a little too loudly. The group stopped talking, and all looked at Hunter before switching their eyes to me. I cleared my throat.

"Uh."

"Whoops, sorry guys, I doubt you wanted to hear that," Hunter said bashfully.

"You know what, Hunter, I don't care who hears. So yeah, that means I'll go out with you."

I expected the group to gasp in horror, but instead, they all smiled, barring Dave and went back to their conversations. Even Jessie didn't seem to give a shit, but if I were any of them, I would not want to go up against Hunter if he was angry with you. Except for Steven, I don't think anyone would stand a chance, that's how well built and hunky Hunter was. He even had the right name for his build.

"Big mistake!" Dave suddenly spat before storming off into school, with the others watching on, wondering what was up with him.

"I'll go see if he's okay," Billy said.

"No, Bill, leave him… we can't keep pandering to him when he hears something he doesn't like. He needs to deal with this," I said, grabbing Billy's arm. I looked for Steven's approval and got the nod from him.

"Jensen's right. Leave him for a while; he’ll come around.

I eyed Jessie, who was starting to put two and two together. Whoops!

 

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How does a mother deal with the fact her child might be taking drugs? It was a question I kept asking myself for most of the morning as I sat watching Steven during class, wondering if this was going to form into a bigger problem. Sure he smoked weed now and again, but it brought home the conversation Dr Listern had had with me about his son and how he had been found dead because he had moved from weed onto harder stuff. So perhaps Steven was right, maybe he just wanted to try it, I mean, it's not like he was hooked on weed, and he had taken that before without issue. Part of me was even tempted myself. After all, I had enjoyed that night at the park where I had got mangled on marijuana, so it was natural to wonder what this other stuff was like. Mind you, the thought of putting a needle in my arm didn't feel me with joys.

Overwhelming, though, was the fact mum was upset, and it crushed me to see her like that. I planned to watch over Steven like a hawk to make sure he made the RIGHT choice when deciding whether to try this meth stuff; after all, he was my brother, and if mum said it was that bad, it must be… and those pictures, God!

As the bell went for the end of Technology, everyone left the class, and I wandered to my next lesson. Steven said he was off to buy a can of Coke and left me to make my way there which I was starting to handle just fine. The school was large, but slowly, little landmarks began to remind me of where I was, a staircase here, a picture there, for example.

Walking down the corridor, I saw Hunter coming towards me. His shirt was, classically for Hunter, un-tucked and his tie loose as he slickly walked in my direction. With his shoulders back and head forward, He looked confident and comfortable in his skin, that bad boy image both intimidating and fucking hot.

Before we could pass each other and without saying a word, he grabbed my arm and pulled into some kind of storeroom and locked the door.

Before I could get a word out to ask what he was doing, he was slamming me up against the wall. He started to kiss my neck franticly while squeezing my hips, and I couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure as he did.

"This is what you've wanted for a while, isn't it," he growled seductively, making me moan and yelp quietly. He continued to kiss me while starting to undo the top button on my shirt.

"W-w-wait, we're gonna be late for class."

"Fuck the class. This is more fun," he whispered, continuing his assault on my torso. He undid my tie and threw it to the floor, and pulled out my shirt that had been tucked into my trousers. Then, running his fingers through my hair, he passionately kissed me on the lips, burying his tongue deep into the reassesses of my mouth like a wild cat. I was grunting through my nose, enjoying his contact with me as I tried to respond to his kiss even though I was a novice.

Hunter had managed to unbutton my entire shirt now and was running his hands all over my chest as if there were holes he was trying to stop liquid from running out of it. He was like an animal, and it was such a turn on. He then took his right hand, plunged it deep into my trousers, and grabbed hold of my bits.

"Someone's horny," he remarked in my ear, feeling the dampness I suspected. He then undid my trouser button and let them drop to my ankles, just leaving me standing in my boxers which I might add did not stay there long as he yanked them down.

"Did you shower this morning?"

"Last night, why?" I asked, wondering why he would ask. I was about to find out as he abruptly twisted me around and again pushed me against the wall causing me to put my hand out to stop me from burying my face in it.

Suddenly I felt the most amazing feeling rush through me, which caused a high pitched yelp to escape my mouth as it felt like he was licking my ass with his tongue. "Ooooh, ahh, ahh, oooh my God, what is that?" I panted.

Looking down, I could see a string of pre-cum that was now hanging the length of my legs as my cock begged for release.

"It's called rimming, and I thought you might like it," he said, drawing breath. He then placed his hand between my legs and started to wank my wet dick, continuing to bury his tongue deep into my hole. It was a feeling I would be hopelessly inept at describing as waves of pleasure infiltrated my mind.

Moments later, he stood up, and I heard him spit into his hand before he rubbed it into my hole. "wh… what are you doing?" I asked, nervous and excited all in one.

"You'll see," he said, starting to take down his trousers. Then, I heard another spitting sound and the slurping of his hand massaging his own cock before he buried the head of it into my ass. Tensing up, I let out a cry and quickly drew in a breath as the invasion took me by surprise, "FUCK!" I yelped as the pain took hold. I felt like I was taking the biggest… well, you know, of my life until he pulled out slowly and then entered me again after placing more spit around the opening of my hole.

Hunter grabbed hold of my hair and yanked on it, scaring me a little because he was being quite rough, but I went with it, wondering if this was what HOT sex was like.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you!" he growled in a low voice.

"Huh?"

"Say it… say, I want you to fuck me."

"Okay, I want you to fuck me."

"As you command," he said, starting to build up a rhythm in my ass. Pain ripped through me, but as I tried to battle it away with my mind, I began to feel it being replaced by a violent urge to shoot my load up against the wall. Hunter was now panting and grunting as he pummelled me hard against the wall. As the pain was now dying down, I got into it, feeling waves of pre-orgasmic sensations building in my stomach. Hunter started to lick my earlobes and kiss my neck as he placed his arm around my chest, under my arms.

"Want me to take you to the next level?" he whispered in my ear.

"And… what… is … that?" I puffed as he fucked the crap out of me, while my cock already aching so bad felt like it was going to spew.

Hunter seemed to adjust his position as if he was now standing on tiptoes. It felt like his cock was now at a downwards angle, and as he went back inside me, I let out a high pitched yelp of ecstasy as he seemed to press a button in my ass that made me almost faint with pleasure.

"Ooooohhhh, fuuuckkking hell," I squealed as he fucked me deep and hard against the wall in this new position. With his loving arms around me and his warm sweet breath near my ear, I spat the biggest load of my life up against the wall and collapsed down on the floor violently, trembling. I had tears running down my face… I was crying for some reason. Hunter's cock had slipped out by that point, with him not being able to hold my sudden drop to the floor. He worked his cock furiously before leaning, asking me to open my mouth. I saw his dick pulse intensely before feeling a thick load of hot cum hit the roof of my mouth, and he let out a long relieving low pitched grunt. Spasms of it were now landing on my tongue.

"Fuuuuuccck!" he wined, still cumming. It felt so much. I had to gulp to get it all down. It was a strange sensation and texture that made me shudder, but it was also hot seeing his face as he orgasmed. For a while, he looked in pain before an expression of satisfaction glazed over his eyes, and he looked down at my pathetic trembling body and smiled.

My face was still wet through the tears I had spent, and my legs felt useless as Hunter helped me back to my feet.

"Wow, you were so tight; I had to hold out there for a while."

"Fucking… what… what did you just do to me?" I asked, still getting over the sensation.

"You didn't like?" he asked, stroking my hair.

"Didn't li… that was fucking amazing, I have never felt like that before, you even made me fucking cry it felt so nice. I don't know what the fuck happened, and… and my legs, that was weird. I just couldn't stand up anymore. wow!"

"Hmm, crying and nice, not two words you hear together all that much he chuckled."

"Where did you learn all that stuff?"

"I don't think you wanna know that, but I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Enjoyed it is an understatement; I’m buzzing! My legs… my legs just went," I repeated, "I don't know what happened. I hope I didn't ruin it for you?"

"Jensen, you were amazing. I am so into you it hurts sometimes, and I'm sorry your first time was in a school cupboard."

"Hey, Steven would be proud of me. What’s more boring than a bedroom when there is this much passion, right?"

"Haha, you continue to surprise me, C'mon we better get out of here."

"What about all the mess?" I asked, looking at the soaked wall."

"Leave it, let the old cleaner find it. I’m sure she'll remember this day for a while."

"We can't leave it, Hunter," I stated, shocked.

"Why not? It’s not like the school is gonna do a DNA test to find out who it was."

We both got dressed and tidied ourselves up, and Hunter went to the door, opening it a crack. As all the students and teachers were now in lesson, the coast seemed to be clear as I saw his hand gesture me out while he kept guard. He quickly gave me a peck on the lips and smiled before we left in opposite directions, with me going to Science to explain myself.

Wow, just… fucking WOW!