Aiden's War - 7. Knight Takes Bishop

The whole car ride home I tried to hold back the tears. I’d been cast out of the one group where I’d felt accepted for who I was. Mom knew I was angry and sad and kept offering me support, or something to eat, or anything to make me feel better. I couldn’t stand it and finally I snapped at her later that night at home.

“Stop trying to help me! You don’t understand! You don’t know what it’s like and you never will! Just please leave me alone! Okay?”

“It might help if you told me why you’re so angry,” mom suggested.

“Everyone hates me!” I cried. “No one understands. No one even cares!”

“I’d like to help you, Aiden. Please let me.”

“You wouldn’t understand,” I insisted. “You’ve never been a faggot.”

“Don’t use that kind of word!” mom insisted.

“I’ll use whatever words I want to use! And I’ll tell you something else, I’m not going to school on Monday either. No one wants me there. No one cares!”

“If you’re being bullied at school you need to tell me,” mom said. “Please, Aiden.”

“Whatever… You just don’t get it.”

I spent the whole weekend feeling very sorry for myself. On Monday morning I did go to school, but only because I knew there was only one person who I could talk to about what had happened to me. I asked Mr. Hartley to see me during his free period and he agreed. I was probably going to fail English from missing so many classes, but I didn’t care. I found Mr. Hartley waiting for me in his classroom alone sitting at his desk. I sat in the front row seat in front of him.

“So what’s on your mind, Bishop?” he asked, tenting his fingers on his desk in front of him.

“I’ve been cast out like a leper!” I exclaimed, bursting into the tears I’d been holding back all day.

“Well that’s not at all melodramatic… Mr. Jackson, I’m going to need a little more information here.”

“It’s all because of that stupid jerk Billy Roberts!” I explained. “We had a meeting of what was left of the Alliance and that douchebag showed up and ruined everything! I gave him what for, and then I was the one who got in trouble, just for telling the truth about what a cowardly piece of shit he is!”

“What kind of trouble are you talking about?”

“They kicked me out of the Alliance!” I exclaimed, brushing the tears away. “All because I called Roberts out to his stupid ugly face. It’s bullshit!”

“Okay, first thing I need you to do is to calm down and stop acting like a toddler, because being an angry mess isn’t going to solve anything.”

“I’m pissed off!” I snapped.

“And that is fine. You just need to channel that anger into a more healthy direction. It’s interesting that Roberts is the one who caused all these problems for you. Roberts has become something of a thorn in my side lately as well. I’ve been able to maneuver all the pieces into their proper place, but he is the last piece standing in the way between us and our goals. Unfortunately, his connection with my Knight has made it a much more difficult endgame. In fact my Knight has become an obstacle of sorts at this point.

“I’ll do whatever you want me to do if it brings that asshole down,” I offered.

“Again, I wish it were that simple. All I need from you is to keep your eyes and ears open for any information you think might be useful. It could be anything, I’m not sure yet what it will be. But something you hear or see will prove to be useful to me by the end of the school year.”

“I don’t understand how Roberts losing valedictorian will help you become principal,” I said.

“It’s not so much who loses it, but who gets it that’s important. Just trust me when I say that there are certain people who will be very pleased about how it all plays out, and that it will be necessary for certain people to know that I was the one who made it happen, and for others, even those close to me, to be left in the dark. This is a delicate operation. We’ve already got one contender out of the way. These things must be done delicately. All you need to worry about is giving me any information you might think I’d find useful. I’ll take care of the rest.”

“And the Alliance?” I asked.

“You got kicked out of a club that doesn’t even exist anymore,” Mr. Hartley said.

“That was my point too!” I replied. “It’s bullshit!”

“So what are you worried about? Who kicked you out? Was it Mr. Sanders?”

“Yeah!”

“So what’s to stop you from being around any of the other members of your little club? Start your own club if it makes you feel better.”

“I wish it were that easy,” I replied.

“What’s hard about it? Gather up your friends from the club and offer them something better than what they had before. If they’re really your friends they’ll be happy to join you.”

“What if I don’t have any friends?” I asked.

Mr. Hartley sighed. “Listen Bishop. When I was your age, I was in the same situation. No, I wasn’t kicked out of a gay club, but I was rejected by people who were supposed to be my friends. It’s not fun, believe me. I was a little guy like you and I got more than my share of abuse. Believe it or not, being a little gay chess-playing nerd isn’t the key to being popular. When I told my best friend I was gay, he abandoned me, and worse, he became the worst bully against me. He knew all the right buttons to push against me. He did things to make my life as miserable as possible. Getting strung up naked by your ankles is just one of the tricks those people know how to play. There are worse things…”

“What did you do to him?” I asked.

“Nothing,” Mr. Hartley laughed. “What could I do? I was powerless to stop him. I wished I had someone older and wiser who could offer me support and advice. I swore to myself that when I got older I’d be the kind of person that someone like you could count on. I hit the gym every day and I still do. I graduated and I never saw the guy again, until I saw him at a bathhouse up in Pittsburgh.”

“What’s a bathhouse?” I asked.

“You’ll find out about that when you’re older. What I’m saying is you don’t need to worry about revenge or anything like that. Just handle your own business, be yourself, and don’t worry about these pawns you’re stuck with every day at school. Eventually, high school will end and you’ll never see these people again, any of them. Revenge at this point will just get in the way of our goals in the long run.”

“What if I don’t have any goals besides revenge?” I asked.

“Then you need new goals,” Mr. Hartley replied. “Here’s one for you: Get me the information I need to bring Mr. Roberts to heel. Once he’s out of the way and I’m put in charge of this place things will finally begin to change.

“Yeah… I just hope Roberts does something really stupid and we can nail him.”

“Don’t dismiss Mr. Roberts so easily,” Mr. Hartley said. “Despite his flaws, I can assure you that he is a formidable opponent. He’s no pawn. He is tenacious, and his friends are fiercely loyal to him. This won’t be an easy operation. Billy has truly earned valedictorian. We won’t just have to give it to someone unworthy of the title, we will have to take it from its rightful owner. The thought of handing something so prestigious to someone as undeserving as Sarah Taylor is repulsive to me. I’d rather Mr. Roberts win. Sure, he tends to coast by on talent and lacks effort at times, but he’s far more deserving than Miss Taylor. He earned the title. But in order to get what I want, I have to take it from Billy and give it to Sarah. It makes me ill to think about it, but it has to be done.”

“I don’t care if he deserves it or not,” I replied. “I want him to feel the same way I feel right now. I want him to know what it’s like to lose what matters most.”

Mr. Hartley thought about what I said before he spoke. “No… I don’t think that will be possible. What matters most to Mr. Roberts isn’t some title. He’ll get over it. His friends are what matters most to him.”

“So we turn his greatest strength into a weakness,” I said. “Don’t just take valedictorian from him, but take his friends from him too, just like he did to me.”

Mr. Hartley smiled. “I’m beginning to think you’re more cutthroat than I thought, Bishop!”

“I just want him to know what it’s like to feel betrayed,” I replied. “I’ve lost everything because of him.”

“Then perhaps your lust for revenge may just be useful after all. Bishop, I want you to stick close to Mr. Smith. He may just be the key to both of us getting what we want.”

I smiled. “I’ll do it.”

I left Mr. Hartley’s room ready to get to work. I didn’t know how exactly we could take Billy out, but I knew I would have a part to play. Dustin had said people were going to be hurt along the way, but he never thought his best friend would be the one to get hurt. I wanted Billy to suffer just like I had. I wanted to take away his best friend.

I had two items on my agenda. The first was to get back into the good graces of Dustin. The second was to reestablish my connection with Brett Reilly. The problem was how to get to either of them without Billy being around. Dustin and Billy were always together at school, and Brett was still at home recuperating from his broken leg. I would need to find a way to get to them alone at their houses.

I knew I could ride my bike from Mon City to Donora if I really pushed myself. It was about a six mile trip along the river, but it was a busy highway. I knew my mom wouldn’t have even considered letting me ride my bike on such a dangerous road, so I’d have to keep it a secret from her. Since Easter vacation was coming up, I decided to go on Good Friday. It was perfect. Mom would be at work on her double shift that day, and Dustin was sure to be home and not at a baseball game. I mean, I didn’t want to ride all the way to Donora for nothing. I knew it wasn’t a perfect plan. Dustin might not even be home that day. And just showing up at someone’s house was way outside my comfort zone. But even if Dustin wasn’t home I knew Brett was stuck at home because of his leg, so at least some good would come out of it. And I could use the exercise anyway.

It turned out to be a good day to make the six-mile trip along the Mon on Route 837. It wasn’t raining and the temperature was warm for late March. My mom had already gone to work and she wouldn’t be back until the following morning. I could pedal six miles of relatively flat road in less than a half hour. The only problem would be trying to avoid getting squished along the highway. I had looked up the trip on the computer and knew I could cut across the big park north of town when I got to Donora called Palmer Park and get to Brett’s house very easily, since he lived near the park.

The trip was uneventful and soon I found myself pedaling up a much steeper hill than I’d anticipated to get up to Palmer Park. The map hadn’t told me I’d be going up such a steep hill! Donora had basically been built on a huge slope leading down to the river. Eventually I made it to the top of the hill and into the park. I was surprised Donora had anything so nice. It had a faded sort of glory about it, like at one time it had been a much nicer place than it was currently. I think the whole town kind of had that feeling about it. I rode through the park and out the other side into the town of Donora. I knew Brett lived nearby, and I found his house easily. It was bigger than any house I’d ever been in before. I was definitely in the nicest part of town. I parked my bike in the driveway and knocked on the door. From inside the house, I could hear Brett shouting for me to come in. I was surprised the door was unlocked and I walked right inside.

“Who is it?” Brett shouted from the living room to my left. I peeked inside.

“It’s me,” I said.

“Oh! Hey Aiden!” Brett said. I wasn’t expecting him to just be wearing a pair of boxers and nothing else. He looked pretty rough. He had a monstrous cast on his right leg. The room had been set up for Brett to live on the couch, and it kind of smelled. He set the guitar he’d been playing onto the floor beside him and scooted himself into a seated position. He was pudgier than I remembered and it looked like he hadn’t shaved since his accident. He looked like he’d been dropped off on an abandoned island with no razor or shampoo. I never expected someone like him to look like such a slob.

“Hey Brett,” I said awkwardly. Sitting as he was in his boxers, I could see right up the leg of his boxers to his dick. It looked pale and floppy resting on his large balls. Fortunately, he tugged on the boxers and covered himself more modestly.

“Dude, can you hand me that shirt on the floor?” he asked. “I guess I kind of look like Jabba the Hutt here lately.”

“No, you look fine,” I lied.

“Liar,” Brett laughed as he pulled the shirt on. It stretched and strained against the increased size of Brett’s belly. “I can always tell when people lie to me. I think I’ve gained fifteen pounds since the accident since all I can do is eat and sit on my ass all day.”

“Okay, you do look a little rough,” I said.

“Just a little? You’re too kind. So what brings you to this shit hole town? I thought you lived in Mon City.”

“I do, I just wanted to stop in and see a few people over here since we have the day off of school.”

“Anybody I know?” Brett asked.

“You, of course,” I said. “Maybe Dustin…”

Brett squinted at me. “Now why would you have come all the way over here to see Dustin?”

“He’s my friend. I just wanted to see him.”

“Your ‘friend’ huh? You sure about that?”

“Yeah. I need to talk to him about some stuff going on at school.”

“Well as your friend, let me remind you about our previous conversation. If you’re going to Dustin’s house, you’d better be careful.”

“You’re so suspicious. It’s okay. I know Dustin can be a wildcard, believe me. Anyway, I just wanted to stop in and see how you were doing. You’ve been out of school since the accident.”

“Just living the dream, as you can see,” Brett replied. “That odor you smell is either week-old cum, piss, or shit. Maybe all three. I’ve had to do all my biological functions in here because I can’t put any weight on this leg. I snapped it in half on Dustin’s dirt bike.”

“I heard you almost lost it,” I said.

“It was pretty nasty I hear. I couldn’t tell you because I don’t remember any of it. I don’t even remember the accident. One minute I was riding in the woods on the bike, the next I woke up in the hospital with Billy next to me. I guess I was in and out of it, but I don’t remember anything. So now I just sit here day after day on my fat ass, getting fatter, watching porn, jerking off, playing video games, and playing guitar. It’s a hard life, I know!”

“Don’t you get bored?”

“Dude, you have no idea! I never thought I’d get tired of masturbation, but I can barely stand to look at my dick anymore. Half the reason I started playing around on the guitar was because I couldn’t stand the boredom anymore. I’m thinking about a little project, but yeah, I’m always bored.”

“I heard they’re going to make a video game that will let you play guitar,” I said.

“What? No way! That’s cheating. Look at this,” he grabbed the guitar next to him. “This is a Seagull Cedar Original Dreadnaught. Brand new. My mom bought it for me for my birthday last week. This sucker sounds like heaven would sound like if God had a guitar. Of course, as long as Eric Clapton is around, God does have a guitar…” Brett laughed to himself. I didn’t get it. “But anyway, the only problem with this guitar is it’s too new. I think an acoustic guitar needs to age for a while for it to really sound good. You know what I mean?”

“I didn’t know you knew music stuff,” I said.

“Oh dude! Music is the only thing that’s kept me sane through this. It’s really helped me figure out what I want to do with my life after school. I think I want to get into music therapy and maybe work at like a children’s hospital or something. I just love it, the way it feels, the way it makes your soul get all warm inside, the goosebumps when you hear something really awesome… It’s almost better than sex.”

“So you just play guitar or can you play other stuff?”

“Piano, organ, trumpet, trombone, saxophone, bass guitar, tuba, a little bit of drums, and skin flute,” Brett replied. “I’m really good at that one.”

“Skin flute? Oh! You mean sucking dick!” I replied. “I’ve never heard it called that before. How about a demonstration?” I asked.

Brett laughed. “Sorry dude! I only play one of those!”

“Billy…” I said.

“Yeah,” Brett replied. “So what is it about you and him?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, every time his name is mentioned you get this look on your face like someone farted. I heard about what happened at the meeting. I wouldn’t have kicked you out by the way, Billy wouldn’t have either. He told Dougie to take it back and we both think he overreacted. Sometimes Billy needs his butt kicked or he won’t learn anything. But even before that happened, you’ve had this thing about my boyfriend. What’s up?”

“I just… I’ve always thought he was a bit of an asshole to people.”

“Just a bit of one?”

“You admit he’s an asshole?”

“Dude, I’ve been with the guy for years. I know he’s an asshole. Hell, he’d tell you straight up he’s an asshole. He doesn’t mean to be that way. It’s nothing personal. He just has no people skills.”

“Then why do you stay with him? Why do you put up with him?”

“Because I know there’s more to it than the sarcastic asshole front he puts on. When you love somebody you don’t worry about their faults so much. I’m a hyperactive nitwit and he puts up with me even when I drive him crazy. And trust me, I drive him crazy all the time.”

“Yeah, but that’s different.”

“How is that different?”

“Well, you can’t help being hyperactive.”

“What if he can’t help being an antisocial smartass? What if that’s just the way his brain works too? What if he acts like that because he can’t process social things as easily as other people do just like someone dyslexic can’t process words? Look, I know Billy comes off like a douchebag sometimes. People think he doesn’t care, but he really does. He’s just not good with socializing. Sometimes he’s trying to be funny but he just ends up sounding like a douche because he’s so sarcastic about everything. And really, a lot of the sarcasm is just a shield to protect himself. He doesn’t mean anything by it.”

“It sure felt like he meant it when he said he’d slap the braces out of my mouth,” I said. “I mean, if there’s a problem with his brain or something maybe he should get it looked at.”

“Yeah… People who have problems with their brains should just learn not to be so annoying,” Brett snapped.

“Yeah! I mean no! Oh! You tricked me! That’s not what I meant!”

“Maybe, but it is what you said. Look, Aiden, I get that you don’t like my boyfriend, but maybe you don’t have to be such an asshole about it yourself.”

I sighed. “Okay, point taken. I’m sorry. I just don’t understand how someone so nice can be boyfriends with someone who’s such a jerk.”

“Billy stuck with me when I was at my worst. A few years ago, people were wondering how Billy could stay with an asshole like me. He never gave up on me, even when I turned into a total douchebag for a while. Why would I ever give up on him? You know, maybe if you talked to him and got to know him you’d understand more why he is the way he is and why I love him so much. Once you get to know him I know you’d like him. He’ll be over soon if you want to stay and…”

“No, that’s okay. I need to get going anyway.”

“Oh that’s right! You’re off to see the redhead.”

“Yeah,” I replied.

“Okay, how about you do me a favor and I’ll tell you a shortcut to get to his house faster. Can you bring me one of the bottles of pop in the refrigerator?”

“Sure,” I replied. I went to the kitchen, but I only found two-liter bottles of pop in there. Fortunately, that’s exactly what Brett wanted.

“Caffeine-free Pepsi?” I asked.

“Caffeine fucks with my Adderall,” Brett replied. “I would kill you right now if it could get me some Mountain Dew,” he joked.

Brett told me about the shortcut through the woods behind his house that would lead me there in five minutes on my bike, though he did warn me to watch out for trees. Up in the woods, I found the spot where Brett had wrecked along the path. Dustin’s dirt bike still lay there in the woods several feet from the site of the crash. It was a simple downhill slope from the top of the hill where the dirt bike lay to Dustin’s house. I had to say, as impressed as I was with Brett’s house, I was shocked at how dilapidated Dustin’s house and yard were. I knew the guy was poor, but this was squalid. I almost rode right back up the hill out of embarrassment for the guy.

I didn’t leave though. I parked my bike against the house and knocked on the front door. I could hear country music playing from the upper floor so I banged a little louder. After a minute or so, the door opened. There stood Dustin wearing just a pair of faded blue jeans and no shirt. Good lord it was like looking at a Greek god. Well, maybe a Greek god who hadn’t eaten enough as a child. He smiled when he saw me.

“So, I’d like to say I’m surprised to see you, but Reilly just called to tell me you were coming over,” Dustin said.

“He did?” I asked.

“Yeah. Told me to be nice to you. I guess Billy told him about the meeting. Unless you did?”

“I didn’t tell anyone but Mr. Hartley about what happened. Not even my mother. She doesn’t even know I’m here. I can keep a secret,” I said.

“That’s a good quality to have. Must be why Mr. Hartley trusts you so much. I was beginning to wonder what he saw in you. Well, come in off the street and come inside,” Dustin said. The inside of the house was no better than the outside, except maybe it was cleaner than I’d expected.

“You want a drink or anything? Mon City’s quite a ride.”

“Maybe a Coke?” I asked.

“Sure,” he said. I followed him to the kitchen where he brought two bottles of Coke out of the refrigerator. We sat down at the kitchen table together.

“So what brings you all the way over here?” he asked.

“Well, first I wanted to say I’m sorry for the way I acted about the Tyler incident.” I said.

“Oh… That’s okay. I guess I got a little carried away. I didn’t mean to spook you.”

Dustin took a drink of his soda pop and a drop of condensation from the bottle dripped down and rolled down his smooth bare chest. God! I wanted to lick it off for him! He was so freaking hot.

“Yeah… I just… I didn’t mean to fly off the handle like that.”

“It’s okay. You know, I thought you were avoiding me because you were embarrassed about blowing me,” he said.

I choked on my pop. “Embarrassed? No… No I wasn’t embarrassed about that.”

“Because you have nothing to be ashamed of. I liked it.”

“I’m not ashamed,” I replied.

“It’s just some guys, they suck a cock and they get to feeling all weird about it and…”

“No, it’s cool. I’m gay, dude. I’ve sucked Tyler’s dick before. I’m not ashamed to be gay.”

“You’ve blown Tyler, eh? That explains a lot.”

“What does it explain?”

“Why you were begging me to not hurt the guy. Hey, the heart wants what it wants.”

“I do not want Tyler,” I insisted.

“Then what do you want, Aiden?” Dustin asked, leaning forward, and looking at me with those hypnotic steel blue eyes. They were almost gray. They were the perfect color to go with his dark red hair. I had to look away from his gaze.

“I… I wanted to apologize about the way I acted at the meeting,” I said.

“You mean telling Billy off? Billy gets told off all the time. He doesn’t care. I’ll bet he’s already forgotten about it.”

“I didn’t mean about Billy. I mean about the way I treated you. I shouldn’t have said anything about you trying to hit me.”

“Oh that? That’s nothing!” Dustin laughed. “I know you were just angry about Miss Winston and everything. We’re cool.”

“That’s good. I’d hate for you to be mad at me.”

“How could I be mad at you, Aiden? You’re like a little brother to me.”

“Yeah. And you’re like a big brother to me. I know I freaked out at the time, but I think it’s cool you were willing to defend me like you did. No one’s ever done anything like that for me before.”

“It’s alright. Hey, you don’t mind me hanging out without a shirt on, do you?”

“Oh, I don’t mind. I kinda like it actually. You’re nice to look at,” I said awkwardly.

“You are too, Aiden,” Dustin replied. “So, is Tyler the only guy you’ve been with?”

“I don’t know that I’d say I’d been with him. I just blew him from time to time. The only other guy I’ve been with is you.”

“I guess if you want to count that.”

“How would you count it?” I asked.

“I’ve had more blow jobs than I can remember. Actually, I’ve had more sex than I can remember. We’d have to at least fuck for it to count as us being with each other.”

“And how would we go about making that happen?” I asked.

“You mean fucking?”

“Yeah.”

Dustin smiled. “So you got a taste and now you want more huh?”

“Something like that,” I replied.

“You ever been fucked before?” Dustin asked.

“Nope,” I replied.

“A virgin, huh? And you want to lose it with me, is that what you’re getting at?”

“I wouldn’t say no,” I replied. “That is, if you want to.”

Dustin grinned. “Aiden, you’re a little horn dog! I like that! Okay, let’s get serious about this. I never bottom for anybody, so you’d be the one getting it.”

“I’m okay with that,” I replied. “I want it like that.”

“You realize once you go there there’s no going back? Even if you regret it later, you can’t go back to the way things are now. It’s not like getting a drink of water. The thirst for more never goes away.”

“I’m ready for it,” I replied confidently.

Dustin smiled. “Let’s see how serious you are about this. I want to rim you. What do you think about that?”

“What’s rimming?” I asked.

“Oh, you are too cute! It means I want to lick your asshole.”

“With your tongue?”

Dustin laughed. “Well I can’t exactly lick it with my toe. So how about it? You want to try it?”

“You… You mean right now? Here?”

Dustin laughed. “Well we would go up to my room, but yeah. Why not?”

“I… I just want you to know I didn’t come over here for that reason.”

“I knew it. You’re chickening out.”

“I’m not! I just…”

“You’re not ready for that.”

“I’ve never even thought about doing that to somebody.”

“You wouldn’t. I’d be doing it to you. So what do you think?”

“Are you going to fuck me too?” I asked.

“I’ll do whatever you want to do, except bottom for you. You’ll have to get somebody else to try that. You want to get laid, I can make it happen. Whatever else you came over here for doesn’t matter. The point is you’re here now and we both want it. We could go upstairs and have some fun together. Besides, I owe you a blowjob.”

“You’d be willing to suck my dick?” I asked.

“Unless you don’t want me to.”

“No, I mean yeah… I mean… Tyler never wanted to do anything but get sucked.”

“Then Tyler was missing out. We can suck each other at the same time if you want to. Do you want to do that?”

“I think so…” I replied.

“What about getting fucked?”

“I don’t know… I mean, you’re really big.”

Dustin smiled. He stood up and undid his jeans and let his big dick flop out. “It is pretty big isn’t it? But you know what? It’s not as thick as you might think, and that’s what would make it hurt. A dick like this is built for pleasure, for both of us. Touch it.”

I reached out and took hold of Dustin’s dick. He was right. Even though it was longer than mine, I could put my hand around it just as easily as I could around my own.

“See, it’s not so scary. You came all this way for a reason, Aiden. Whether you want to admit it or not, you knew you wanted this to happen. I want it to happen too. I really like you and I think you’re cute. I want to do things to you no one has done before. I think that would be fun. What do you say?”

“Will you stop if I ask you to?” I asked.

“Of course. I want you to enjoy it. It’s no fun if it hurts too much.”

I stood up, still clutching Dustin’s dick in my hand. I began sucking his nipple. Dustin groaned with pleasure. His chest was so smooth and fit. He rested his hand on my head and his fingers ran through my light brown hair. I wrapped my arms around him and ran my fingers up and down his spine. The goosebumps that formed on his skin told me he liked it more than words ever could.

I let his nipple slip out of my mouth. “I want it,” I said.

Dustin tucked his dick back into his jeans and smiled at me.

“You’re sure? There’s no turning back.”

“Yeah. I want you to fuck me,” I replied.

“Let’s go upstairs to my room,” he suggested.

I followed Dustin up the stairs and down the hallway to his room. It was cleaner than I expected it to be. I noticed the trophy from the chess tournament proudly displayed on a shelf right away. It was in a more prominent position than his award for leading the high school league in batting. The radio continued to play country music. Dustin stopped me at the foot of the bed.

“Take off your shirt,” he said. I slipped it off. Dustin slid his hands up my sides and massaged my chest. I shivered.

“Not bad,” he said. “You’ve got a nice body.”

“You don’t think I’m too scrawny?” I asked.

“I think you’re perfect. I like guys with your build. You’re kind of like a shorter version of Billy.”

“Insult me, why don’t you?” I joked.

“No, that’s a complement. Billy’s one of the hottest guys I know.”

“I know someone hotter,” I said, looking into those grayish-blue eyes of his. He blushed.

Dustin dropped to his knees and undid my pants. They dropped to the floor leaving me in just my underwear. “Good old tighty-whiteys… Let’s see what you’ve got in here,” he said. He gave my underpants a firm tug and they joined my pants in a heap around my ankles. My dick sprang free and quickly grew to its full length. “Very nice!” he said. “I would have never expected you to be packing something like this!” He ran his hands up and down my hips and he groped my ass. “What are you, seven inches?”

“Not quite…” I replied.

“Still, very nice. You’re going to be a real stud when your body figures out what it’s doing. Okay, let’s get naked,” he said, tugging off his jeans. I kicked myself loose from my pants and slipped off my socks. Dustin lay down on his bed and invited me to join him.

“How should I lay down with you?” I asked.

“Well, if you’d like to sixty-nine you can lay that way. If you want me to rim you first, you could lay on your belly.”

“I want to sixty-nine first,” I said.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Dustin smiled. “I want to suck that cock!” I lay down beside him in the proper position and Dustin took my dick into his mouth. I’d never felt anything like it! I looked down to watch my dick slowly slide in and out of his mouth, slick with Dustin’s spit. He swirled his tongue around the head and all around it. The he let me slip out of his mouth and he jacked me off a little bit. He stopped that and looked down at me.

“You know, the idea of a sixty-nine is that we both suck each other’s cock,” he grinned.

“Oh! Right!” I said, blushing. “I’ve never had my dick sucked before…”

“You’re too fucking cute!” Dustin said. “Come on, suck me.”

I took hold of Dustin’s dick and took as much of it as I could into my mouth and began to slide up and down the shaft. I gagged on its length.

“Don’t worry about how much you can get in your mouth,” Dustin instructed. “Just enjoy what you can handle. Lick it around the head. Just do to me what I’m doing to you. Like this…” Dustin demonstrated his technique on my dick and I tried to imitate what he was doing to me on him. Dustin was much more skilled than I was. He easily handled my seven inches, even deep throating me. My tongue was wearing out and he seemed to be just getting started.

“Get on your belly,” he said. “I want to rim you now.”

I did as he said. Dustin’s hands massaged my ass and spread my cheeks apart. I felt my asshole being exposed. He slapped his dick against my asshole and ran it between my cheeks a few times. Then he repositioned himself and buried his tongue into my secret place. I screamed with pleasure, trying to muffle my sounds of passion into his pillow. Dustin stopped, reached up, grabbed his pillow and threw it on the floor.

“I want to hear you squeal,” he said. Then he went back to work on me. I lost all sense of time and dignity. I squealed alright! I begged him for more, thrusting my ass backward toward him. I wanted to keep going forever, but every tickle of Dustin’s tongue just made me want to be fucked even more. I couldn’t take much more. I didn’t want to cum before I got fucked but I was very close!

“Oh god, please fuck me!” I begged.

“You want this big cock in your ass?” Dustin asked.

“I want it!” I cried.

“You want me to get a condom?” he asked.

“No! I just want you! I want you in me.” I replied.

“I’m close to nutting. You sure you want my load in you?”

“God yes!” I squealed. “Just please fuck me!” I thrust my ass urgently toward him.

Dustin popped up to his knees and reached over to his nightstand. He pulled out some lube and squeezed some of it onto my asshole. It felt cold, but it warmed up quickly. Dustin’s thumb penetrated me, and then more of his fingers worked their way in and out of me. I couldn’t take it.

“I’m ready! I’m so ready!” I exclaimed. “Please fuck me! Please!”

Dustin pulled my hips upward and spread my legs apart. He slathered the lube all over his dick and then he lined himself up.

“You ready? Last chance to turn back. Tell me you want it.”

“Fuck me!” I insisted, almost growling it as an order. I’d never wanted anything more in my entire life. Dustin’s dick touched my asshole. I could feel the heat of it. I felt a lot of pressure on my backside and I felt myself opening up and accepting Dustin into my body. My virginity was replaced with eight inches of hot cock. I took the whole thing until I felt Dustin’s hips press against my ass. We stayed like that for a moment as Dustin allowed me to get used to his dick inside of me. Then he began to withdraw. When only the tip was left, he plunged into me once again, and so it went, faster and firmer as we allowed our bodies to become one.

“I’m ready to shoot,” Dustin cried.

“Give it to me!” I replied.

“You sure you want my load?” he asked.

“God yes!” I cried.

Dustin flipped me over onto my back and put my feet on his shoulders. “I want to see your face when I come in you,” he said. In that position his dick was nailing something inside of me that sent me soaring into outer space. My load splattered all over my chest. Dustin closed his eyes and thrust himself balls-deep into me. He pushed my legs toward my chest, but I wasn’t quite that flexible. He made something like a grunt of pleasure as his seed filled up my insides. He released me and allowed my legs to stretch out. He opened his eyes and smiled at me. Then he smeared my load all over my chest and belly. He took my cum in his hand and began stroking his dick with it. I couldn’t believe it, he was hard again! So was I!

“I love cum, don’t you?”

“Who doesn’t?” I replied.

“You ever taste it?” he asked.

“Tyler’s, yeah,” I said.

Dustin milked his dick and ran his finger over the opening. Then he offered me his fingertip.

“Here, taste mine,” he said.

I sucked on his fingertip. Can’t say I’d tasted anything quite like it before.

“Can you put it back in?” I asked.

“I can go again if you want me to,” he offered. All I could do in response was to flip over on all fours and offer him my ass once again. Once I felt the heat of his cock on my asshole I pushed back and welcomed him again into my body. That time lasted longer, but the result was the same, another load inside me, and another load splattered all over Dustin’s bed. After that, we just lay there naked, my back against him, my ass pressed against his softened cock. Even though I was completely spent I wanted it again.

“You want more, don’t you?” Dustin whispered in my ear.

“Yeah…” I sighed.

“You always will. Worse than a drug. It’s never enough.”

I smiled and snuggled against him. He draped his arm over me and held me. His fingers delicately danced on my chest.

“You ever taken someone’s virginity before?” I asked.

“Probably. I usually don’t ask a lot of questions.”

“I loved every second of it.” I pushed myself closer against him. As much as I liked the sex, I totally could have settled for just laying there naked together.

“Yeah, that was definitely like an eight, eight and a half,” Dustin said.

“What’s eight and a half? Your dick?”

Dustin laughed. “No, that fuck. It was an eight and a half out of ten. That’s very good.”

“Oh… I didn’t realize there was a scale,” I said.

“Don’t worry. With a little practice you’ll be hitting the nines. No one’s ever hit the perfect ten before.”

“And what would someone have to do to get to ten?” I asked.

“I don’t know. I’ll find out when it happens. I think they’ll need a little more experience so they can keep up with me. You were great though, for your first time.”

“What would you do if someone ever hit ten?”

“I don’t know. Probably marry the guy or something,” Dustin joked.

“So what happens between us now?” I asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’ve never had sex with anyone before,” I smiled. “Where do we go from here? I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”

“Oh no…” Dustin groaned.

“What?” I asked.

“Dude, stop. Please don’t fall in love with me.”

“I’m not! It’s just… Everything’s different now.”

“No it isn’t!” Dustin insisted. “It’s no different. We fucked. That’s it. People do it all the time. It’s a perfectly natural biological function.”

“That was more than biology!” I replied. “Are you telling me you don’t feel any different about me than you did before?”

“It’s just sex,” Dustin replied. “Why does everybody want to make it weird?”

“Because it is weird!” I said. “You were inside me. You came in me. Twice! That should mean something! How could I not have feelings for you?”

“Aiden, I’m sorry. You’re a good kid and I really like you, but I’m not into relationships. If you want to feel all weird and stupid, that’s your problem, not mine.”

I sighed. “No, it’s cool…” I said. “If that’s the way you need things to be, I understand. I won’t cause any problems. I’m really glad you had sex with me.”

Dustin smiled. “Yeah, I’m glad we did it too. You’re a good kid.”

I rested my head against his chest and just enjoyed being held. “I’m glad you were the first.”

We held each other for a little while longer, but all too soon it was time to get home. I got a quick shower put my clothes back on. Dustin was back in his gym shorts. He walked me back to the door and thanked me for coming over. Then it was back up the trail into the woods, only Dustin told me about a shortcut that would take me back to the park, rather than riding back to Brett’s house. As I was riding along the highway, I began to realize I might have made a mistake riding a bike after what Dustin had done to me. My butt hurt after a couple miles, and I had a real slimy mess in my pants by the time I go home. Turns out what goes in will come out after a while.

It was worth it though!