Knots 4

Chapter 12

Andy

I met Matt as he came out of Dr. Walker’s office. “How’d it go?”

“Great. Seems like we’re making progress."

“Good to see you got in the game Friday. Kutcher’s ass is going to be grass.”

Matt smiled. “Yeah, crabgrass.”

We high-fived. “By the way, thanks for telling me what Dr. Walker told you about doing your best for the week. He apologized for not telling me. I actually think I did my best for the week. Now, all I have to do is to run for junior class president. The whole thing makes me feel like some big giant has his hands on my shoulders and is pushing down on them so I can barely stand or walk sometimes.”

“I know how you feel.”

Matt started to say something as he gave me a look that said, “You don’t know how I feel.” But then he glanced at my broken arm, my broken leg, and my wheelchair, and said nothing.

He headed to the elevator. “Talk to you later.”

“Yeah, talk to you later.”

*****

Dr. Walker came out to meet me. “Hey, if it isn’t the Wheelchair Man.”

“Yeah, Doc, I thought I’d be out of this thing on Monday but because of my broken arm I can’t use crutches. I have to wait until my arm heals enough to lean on the crutches. I’m also upset because I have to wait to have sex.”

Walker shook his head. “Is that the only reason you want out of that chair?”

“Not really, but Matt is looking pretty hot, and I’m stuck in this damn wheelchair.”

Doc looked embarrassed and to my surprise he said, “There are things you can do even if you’re in a wheelchair.”

“I know, Doc. But between our parents and everything that’s happened we’re both sort of restricted. Who’d have thought we’d be treated like kids after what we did?”

“You’re right there, Andy. You’re lucky your parents love you. That goes for both of you.”

I wheeled into position after Walker moved one of the chairs out of the way. “I’ve had some boys and girls your age whose parents only want to see them “fixed” so they don’t embarrass them. There’s no communication. You beat the system by going to your parents and confessing. That’s not normal. But now that I’ve been working with the two of you, I realize neither of you are normal.”

I gave him a dirty look. “You mean we’re abnormal?”

“No, Andy. Mature is the right word.”

“I don’t know about that, Doc. What we did was pretty immature.”

He had two glasses of water on the table this time. He took a sip. “I won’t argue with that, but as you know, we all make mistakes.”

“What mistakes have you made?”

“That’s personal, Andy, but I’ve made my share. Trust me.” He paused. “How was your week?”

“Not bad. Went to all my classes and even helped this kid who’s in the closet. I was a little short with him at first because I didn’t want to take the time to talk to him. As you know, I have problems of my own. But you know, helping that kid seemed to help me.”

“Why is that?”

I took a sip of water. “Yes, why. Hmm. I’m not sure. I talked to Mr. Lynch about it and he seemed a little upset because I told this kid he needed to talk to him. I didn’t feel qualified. You know what I mean? I’d have sent him to you, but that wasn’t an option.”

“You didn’t answer my question. Why do you think you felt better?”

“I wish I knew. I just did.”

“You know Andy, when you row your brother across the lake, you get there too.”

I moved back and forth in my chair. “I never thought of it that way, Doc. I tried my best to row him across the lake. Are you saying that’s why I feel better?”

“What do you think?”

“Come on, Doc. Tell me.”

“You don’t get off that easy. Tell me what you think.”

“I guess in a way I helped him row the boat so to speak. Well, if nothing else, I made him promise to go see Mr. Lynch. I don’t know if he will though. So the rowing is only half done.”

Walker wrote something on his notepad. “What are you going to do if he doesn’t go to see Mr. Lynch?”

“I’m not sure. What would you do? Got any suggestions?”

“I may, but I want you to tell me.”

“Damn, Doc. Can’t you answer a question now and then?”

“I could, but you need to learn to trust yourself. The answer is in you. I’m not saying you should decide these things alone, but give it your best shot.”

My good leg began to rock back and forth. I put my hand on it. “Well, I’d hoped that Mr. Lynch would call him into his office in case this kid wasn’t afraid of my threats. But Mr. Lynch would have nothing to do with the idea, so I’m stuck. I could always grab him and drag him there.”

Walker nodded. “That’s one solution. How about another?”

“I could talk to him again.”

“And if he still doesn’t want to go?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m going to give you a little help. I’m sure you’ve heard the saying that you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink.”

I squinted. “What does that mean?”

“What do you think it means?”

I stopped to think. “Well, if we assume Jason, that’s his name, is a horse, and he refuses to drink, then I should just leave him alone. He either goes to see Mr. Lynch or he doesn’t.”

“See, I told you the answer was inside you. The trouble with most of us is we believe we can fix the problem when actually, the only one who can fix the problem is the person with the problem. Jason came to you because he wanted you to fix the problem for him. And to your credit, you realized you weren’t qualified. You may not have understood that you couldn’t fix it, but you at least sent him to someone who could help guide him just like I do with you.”

It was like a light went on in my head. “Is that why you don’t answer any questions?”

“Yes, in a way. Think of yourself as that horse. Can I force you to drink or to change?”

“Hmm. I guess not. I have to decide. Only I can make that decision, and you’re here to guide me. Lead me to the water so to speak.”

He wrote something down just as another question popped into my mind. “But how can I row my brother across the lake if I don’t help him solve the problem?”

“What do you think?”

“Another one of your questions I see. Let me think. Hmm…It’s like the horse and the water. I can row him across the lake, but he doesn’t have to get out. I could grab him, force him off the boat, and knock him into the water, but then it was my choice and not his. He has to decide. I see it, Doc. Damn, you’re good.”

He smiled. “Thanks. But I’m only your guide, just like you’re Jason’s.”

“Okay. I’m going to talk to him again on Monday and tell him that it’s up to him if he goes and talks to Mr. Lynch and leave it at that.”

“Is that all?”

“Hmm. I could tell him I’ll be there for him if he needs to talk. But I’ve already told him I’m not qualified.”

“How about if you ask him some questions and then let him answer them? Let him find the answer inside himself just like I do with you.”

I grinned. “Great! Now I’m going to be Andy Gibson, Boy Psychiatrist.”
Walker glanced at the clock on the wall. “Give it a try and see what happens. What else would you like to talk about?”

“Sex.”

“What about sex?”

“Doc, I’ve done some terrible things. I love sex and there’s no way I’m going to stop having it. But I’m conflicted. After what Matt and I did, sex seems different now. Not like wrong, but for lack of a better way of saying it, all the romance is gone.”

“Were you or are you boyfriends?”

“No. Matt never wanted to be tied down. That’s part of the problem. He likes being a free spirit. Ironically, that’s the way most people would describe me. But I’d be Matt’s boyfriend at the drop of a hat.”

“Given what you said about you being a free spirit, would you be happy being tied down to one person? Keep in mind you’re only sixteen, and there are a lot of free spirit years ahead of you,” he said with a smile.

“I know. But it felt so good when Dillon and I were together. I want that.”

“How did that work out for you?”

“Like shit. Pardon my French.”

“Why was that?”

“He led me to believe he was committed when he wasn’t. He lied to me.”

He jotted something down on his pad. I sure wish I could see that damn pad.

“Let’s assume for a minute that Matt decided to be your boyfriend, when all the time he wanted to be a free spirit. Do you think that would affect your relationship? As far as that goes, you think of yourself a free spirit too. Could either of those things affect your relationship?”

“Damn, you ask some hard questions.” I paused to think. “Doc, this is high school. Kids go together and break up all the time. It’s all one big experiment. So why not Matt and me? If it works, fine. If it doesn’t work, that’s fine too.”

“Are you saying broken hearts don’t count? Didn’t Dillon break your heart? How did that feel? Didn’t you consider suicide at one point?”

My parents or Matt’s talk too much.

“Well, uh, yeah.”

“So broken hearts do count?”

“I guess so. Yeah, they do.”

“Let me make this simple, and don’t think that this is my philosophy of life, but can’t you and Matt just be friends with benefits? This allows you both to be free.”

“Are you saying that we could just mess around with anyone while we’re together? That kind of free?”

“I’m not saying anything. This is something you and Matt have to decide between you. This is not my decision to make. I’m only rowing the boat. From everything I’ve learned from talking to you and Matt, you have one of the best and strongest friendships any two guys can have. You talk and discuss things. Most guys don’t do that. Hell, most couples don’t do that. You don’t know how lucky you both are. So talk and decide. It’s up to the two of you. But of course, as long as you two are still restricted, all you can do is talk anyway. And that’s probably a good thing. Keeps sex out of the equation for a while.”

He looked at the clock again. “Looks like time is up.”

“Doc, I think I could sit here and talk all day.”

“Maybe so, but you have to go out into that cruel world and practice the things we talked about. Sitting here talking won’t do any good. So go out and give this week your best just like you did last week.”

“Thanks, Doc.”

Randy and Derrick

Noland, Derrick, Randy, and Greg headed to the pool after lunch. Noland had planned ahead because there was a twelve by twelve wrestling mat, condoms, and lube at the side of the pool. He pointed at them. “Greg put those there for your convenience.” Noland moved to a chaise lounge that sat halfway between both ends of the pool and across from the wrestling mat. “I’m going to sit here and watch.”

Greg was hot. He stood about six feet with a head of blond hair. He was a hundred and sixty-five pounds of lean muscle. His abs were ripped and he had a strong lean jawline that any model would envy. He stripped, and once he was naked Derrick and Randy could see that his cock hung down four inches.

Randy stared at it. “What’s that thing like when it’s hard?”

“You’ll soon find out.”

Derrick and Randy stripped and all three jumped into the pool, swimming around for a bit before Derrick swam over to Randy and pulled him in for a kiss. Greg swam to them and waited for Derrick to finish before kissing Randy and grabbing Randy’s dick, which was already hard. Derrick kissed Greg and let his tongue slither in and out like he was fucking his mouth with his tongue. Randy swam under the water between them and took each of their cocks into his mouth one at a time until he needed to come up for air. Derrick and Greg’s lips and tongues were still locked together.

Greg broke the kiss and pointed to the air mattress floating at the other end of the pool. “Randy, jump on and lay on your back.”

Randy laid on his back with his nice, straight ever-growing dick sticking straight into the air. It had grown some over the last year and it was an impressive instrument of pleasure. Greg and Derrick grabbed the air mattress and pulled it to the shallow end. Greg took Randy’s cock in his mouth while Derrick licked and sucked on Randy’s nipples. Randy’s eyes rolled back in his head. “Shit, this feels so damn hot.”

Derrick gave Randy a deep tonguing as Randy groaned through the kiss. Greg pulled off his cock and went to Randy’s nipples as Derrick now moved down to Randy’s cock and sucked it in before letting it out of his mouth so he could lick around the head and shaft before taking it back in again. Greg went back to Randy’s nipples, ran his tongue around each of them and then gently sucked them in his mouth before going down to his balls and giving them the same treatment.

“Oh, fuck,” Randy managed between moans. “I can’t believe I’m going to get paid to do this shit.”

“Not today you don’t,” Noland remarked.

“You know what I mean. Today is for your watching pleasure.”

Noland raised his wine glass in a toast.

Then to Randy’s surprise, Greg rolled him off the air mattress. When he came up for air, Greg pointed to the wrestling mat. No words were necessary. They got out, their bodies slick with water. Greg grabbed Randy by the hand and pulled his naked body into him so his now six-and-a-half-inch cock pressed against Randy’s. Their chests touched and slid smoothly against each other as they pushed their dicks together while deeply sucking on each other’s tongues.

Derrick knelt down behind Randy, spread his cheeks, and began rimming his hole. Derrick licked Randy’s hole, spit it in, and then licked around before trying to give him a light fucking with his tongue. Randy groaned through his kiss with Greg who sucked Randy’s tongue into his mouth and locked their mouths together. Greg rubbed his hands up and down Randy’s back before reaching down and grabbing each of Randy’s ass cheeks, squeezing them, massaging them, and then giving them a light slap. A chill spread through Randy’s body.

Randy broke from the kiss, panting. “Shit, Derrick, I don’t remember your tongue feeling so damn good on my ass. Don’t stop.”

Greg put his index finger to Randy’s lips, placed his hand behind Randy’s head, and pulled his lips into a kiss as their tongues melted into each other and their cocks hungrily pressed against its twin. Randy pulled back. “I need my cock sucked.”

Greg had been instructed to do whatever Randy wanted. They needed him and wanted him hooked. Greg licked his way down to Randy’s straight stiff cock and took it deep into his mouth before pulling back and massaging the most sensitive spot with long licking motions as he moved his hand up and down Randy’s shaft.

“Damn, you’re good,” Randy managed to gasp out.

“I aim to please.”

Derrick moved from Randy’s ass to Greg’s beautiful cut cock, took it into his mouth, and gave it the full treatment before licking his balls and then flipping his tongue rapidly on them both before taking each one into his mouth, rolling it around, and then spitting each one out with a pop.

Randy pulled out of Greg’s mouth. “Stop! I feel like I’m going to cum. Fuck me. I want to feel that beautiful cock in my ass.”

Greg pulled his cock out of Derrick’s mouth, pushed Randy down on all fou

rs, knelt behind him, rubbed his cock against Randy’s hole, and then pressed gently. Derrick grabbed a condom and slipped it on Greg’s dick.

Greg pressed his cock against Randy’s ass. “Are you ready for this big cock, young man?”

“Yeah. Give it to me.”

Greg teased Randy’s pucker with the head of his cock. He slapped it with his cock a few times before pressing the head gently into Randy’s warm waiting ass. He pulled it out and then did the same thing five more times.

“Quit toying with my ass, Greg. Fuck me. Stick your cock deep into my hot waiting ass.”

“Without lube?”

“Fuck, you have me so hot I didn’t think about it. Yeah, lube my ass and that cock of yours. I want it all. All the way to the pubes.”

Derrick picked up the lube, put some on his hand, and rubbed it on Greg’s cock before getting more and rubbing it up and down Randy’s asshole. He couldn’t resist sticking his finger inside. Randy groaned. “Damn, that feels good, but I’m hungry for cock. Give it to me, Greg.”

Greg slid his cock slowly into Randy’s ass until his pubes rested against Randy’s cheeks. He started moving in and out, slowly at first, and then he sped up as Randy’s ass got used to his man-meat.

Derrick sat down on the mat in front of Randy, spread his legs so that he could slide his ass toward Randy so his cock was available to Randy’s warm mouth. “Suck me, Randy.”

Greg was pounding Randy’s ass so hard and fast that it caused Randy’s whole body to move back and forth so that when he took Derrick’s cock into his mouth, his mouth slid up and down on his cock. Derrick smiled. “Damn, this is so fucking hot.”

Noland could see the sweat glistening on their skin because of the humidity of the pool area. He hadn’t bothered to tell Randy and Derrick that he had a hidden camera shooting all the action. It was going to fetch a lot of money on the internet, and he wouldn’t have to pay anyone but Greg for the show.

Greg pulled out.

“What are you stopping for?” Randy asked with irritation in his voice.

“Roll on your back. I want to face you so I can jack your cock and rub my hands all over you while I’m pounding my cock deep into your ass.”

Randy willingly rolled on his back with a big smile on his face. “Stick it in me. My ass is ready.” He stuck his feet in the air.

Greg slipped in easily and began pounding his ass hard while jacking Randy’s cock a few strokes, licking his nipples, and then kissing him as he slid his cock in and out of Randy’s warm hole. Derrick moved behind Greg, put on a condom, lubed his dick and Greg’s ass, then slipped in slowly until he was deep in his ass. Greg’s fucking action in Randy slid Greg’s hole back and forth against Derrick cock. Derrick knelt there enjoying the easy pleasure of having that fine looking ass sliding over his cock. Greg came off Randy’s lips, leaned back to grab Derrick from behind the head, pulled him forward, turned his head, and kissed him as he fucked Randy.

Randy’s face was flush with pleasure and his eyes blinked rapidly. “Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Harder!” He took hold of his own cock and began a slow easy jackoff until he couldn’t take it anymore and he had to cum. His hand was going faster and faster while he moaned, “Greg, fuck me. Fuck me. Stick that long dick deep in my ass. Don’t stop when I begin to cum. Keep fucking me.”

Derrick felt his orgasm beginning and left his cock in Greg’s ass as he tried to slide in deeper so that Greg’s ass didn’t move back and forth so easily on his cock. He wanted to slow it down, but it was no use. “Fuck. I’m going to cum. Shit. Assholes. This is so fucking hot watching Randy get fucked by the fucker fucking him. Does that even make any sense?”

“Fuck no,” Randy panted. “But who gives a fuck? Watching you fuck Greg does whatever you said to me too. I think I’m going to cum. Keep fucking me Greg, no matter what.” Randy’s orgasm overtook him; his cock swelled, his balls tightened, and cum began to shoot all over his face. “Shit. Fuck. Keep fucking me. This is so fucking good. When do we get paid? Hell, I might do this for nothing. Fuck! Shit! Oh! Oh! Damn, I don’t think my fucking orgasm is ever going to end.”

When it ended, cum was dripping from Randy’s chin and Greg was still pounding his ass until he felt his own balls tighten and his cock harden more as he filled the condom with his cum. Randy could feel the warmth of the cum in his ass. “Ah, that feels so damn good.”

Derrick was laying back on the mat with a smile on his face. “God, what a great job.”

Greg pulled out of Randy’s ass. “You make a great fuck.”

“Thanks. You’re a great fuck too.”

Greg motioned toward the pool. “Let’s jump in and get cleaned off.” The sweat glistened off their bodies and they ran toward the pool and jumped in.

Noland sat on the chaise lounge with a smug look on his face and a limp dick. He couldn’t get it up. Only money gave him a hard-on.

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Chapter Quotes

What's right isn't always popular. What's popular isn't always right. - Howard Cosell

Fast food is popular because it's convenient, it's cheap, and it tastes good. But the real cost of eating fast food never appears on the menu. - Eric Schlosser

Contrary to popular opinion, the hustle is not a new dance step - it is an old business procedure. - Fran Lebowitz

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