Date: Tue, 22 Oct 2019 18:48:00 +0100
From: Cliffy B <bootusrim@gmail.com>
Subject: Desperate Times 9

Desperate Times 9

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All events are fiction. All characters are a figment of imagination. All
character's represented in this story are 18 or over.

Hanging out with Bobby at the library was nice. We talked, we laughed, we
had a good time. Didn't do any actual work, and thankfully we were able to
get a table far away from the front desk - away from the librarian - so we
didn't have to whisper or pretend to be doing work.

I really like Bobby; not just because he's hot and I find his dimples cute
when he smiles or laughs; he's also genuinely good company. He's smart,
funny and easy to talk to. I'm pretty sure I smiled the whole time we were
together. Though, what we did in the old humanities building never came
up. It's almost like it didn't happen.

The sound of the buzzer for lunch disrupts our conversation. Our opinions
of Mr Pinnie - the Vice Principal - and my worries will have to wait for
another time. Getting our stuff together, I'm a bit disappointed. Not only
does it mean we'd be going our separate ways, but I also have nowhere to go
during lunch. I think it's best to stay clear of the computer room. I
really don't need to see the two nerds again. Ever.

"So, where you off to now?" Bobby asks, rising from his chair and making
his way towards the exit.  "Uh, dunno. Not really got anywhere to be." It's
a bit sad that after 7 years I've never really made any friends that I can
spend time with at lunch and breaks.  "Want to come hang out on the field?"
Following behind Bobby; I'd go wherever that round, perky ass took me.
"Sure, I'd love to." Bobby looks back, flashing me a sweet smile as we join
the crowd of teenagers.

Sitting under a tree, shaded from direct sunlight - though still feeling
the July heat - we eat our lunch while watching other guys playing
football, some younger boys play wrestling, some playing tag. The noise a
mass of voices, words impossible to discern from one another.

So far, we've mostly eaten in silence, but I have to ask Bobby the question
that's been on my mind since the coach ride. I don't know why I'm so
nervous about asking it though. Is it because I'd be asking the one
question that's been filling me with dread ever since I realised my own
sexuality at the age of 13?

"So, Bobby. Can I ask you a question?" Swallowing the last bite of my
apple, I decide to just go for it. What's the worst that can happen?
"Sure. Ask away." Bobby replies, before putting more crisps into his mouth.
"Feel free to tell me to go fuck myself, or whatever, but ... what's your
sexuality?" I wanted to just ask if he's gay, but for some reason, I feel
like that's too ... accusational? If I ask about his sexuality then he can
choose to answer it however he wants; nothing leading.  "Heh, I thought
that'd be obvious by now. Though, with all the extra genders and stuff, I
suppose you can't be too certain," Bobby puts down his crisps and looks me
in the eyes, "I'm gay, Tim." He smiles at me as I feel a blush rise in my
cheeks.  "Sorry, it's just ... didn't want to assume, y' know?" I'd hate
for someone to assume my sexuality. But maybe that's the internal
homophobia in me talking.  "It's cool. So, how about you? Gay, bi,
curious?" Bobby's question is more direct than mine. He seems much more at
ease talking about this than me.  "Yeah, gay aswell." I can't look him in
the eyes. I turn away, looking back over the sun-bright field and all the
other students going about their lunchtime lives, oblivious to how much of
a momentous occasion just happened. I actually came out to someone! I can't
suppress the goofy smile that's currently stretching my lips.  "Cool. Well,
I guess, if you wanted to do more ... stuff, like during English, at some
time, I'd be cool with it." Looking back at Bobby - a small blush mirroring
my own - I have the sudden desire to kiss him. However, while no one's
around us, it's still way too public to be doing that.  "Yeah, I'd be down
for that." Sharing a smile together, I think I've got my first official
`friends with benefits'. Sweet!

We chatted throughout the rest of lunch. I found out Bobby's known he's gay
since he was 10. Well, he knew he liked boys rather than girls
anyway. Apparently, he used to play `doctor' with a neighbour when they
were kids. This went on until around 13. According to Bobby, the inclusion
of cum to the game scared them both. He didn't tell me who but insisted
they no longer lived next door. Might have to check out who his neighbours
are. Just in case he's lying.

I told him a bit about my own discovery of being gay. Though, it's not as
exciting as his. Never had any girlfriends, always felt awkward talking to
them. Not in a `you're pretty and make me tongue-tied' awkward, but an `I
have nothing to talk to you nor any interest in talking to you' kind of
way. When I noticed my eyes lingering on other guys in the changing room
and thought about them when I was wanking, it became difficult to deny what
I am.

The most interesting thing I learnt, however, is the only other person who
knows he's gay is his brother, Wayne. He didn't go into detail of how it
happened, just that Wayne's really accepting of it. If only he knew how
accepting he is.

With the sound of the bell going off to signal the end of lunch, a mass of
students make their way back towards the school buildings. Picking myself
off the floor, slinging my bag on my back, I give my phone a quick
check. In all the excitement of finally being able to talk to someone about
my sexuality, I've completely forgotten about my phone. Usually, I'd be
constantly checking it.

Using my thumb to unlock, I notice I've got a Whatsapp message. Opening the
message, I can't hide the smile when I realise it's from Lee: `Hey man you
able to meet me before practice this afternoon?' Wonder why Lee wants to
meet me? Maybe he wants to fool around? Or maybe he's going to kick the
shit out of me? I know which one I prefer.

Quickly replying to him; confirming I can meet him, I follow Bobby back
into school. An hour of physics revision before freedom. Fun.

Physics was boring and uneventful. On the plus side, it seems I'm pretty
well prepared for the exam on Friday.

Lee had messaged me some time during 5th period, asking to meet at the
changing room after class. Making my way through the crowd of students, I
walk over to the sports hall. A sloped roofed building in amongst tall,
flat roofs makes it stand out.

Going inside, I take the first left to the changing rooms. Pushing my way
through the two doors, I'm hit by the smell of sweat, mud and
chlorine. Stereotypical smells for a school changing room. The place itself
is pretty much standard. Several rows of benches with hooks take up the
centre, the outside walls lined with lockers. However, there aren't enough
lockers for everyone. Mean's you have to share. I've been lucky to share
with Noah, a member of the rugby team. He's originally from Australia,
still has a bit of the Aussie accent. He's also part Filipino, a
combination that's pretty good to look at. He's pretty well built as well
from all the rugby playing, so it's been nice to have an excuse to talk to
him over the years.

Sitting on the bench under my hook, I can't help but be worried about why
Lee wants to meet me. Either its something he can't talk to me about in
front of the others or something he doesn't want to be caught doing by the
coach. Or both.

Looking at my phone - it's 3.26. We've only got about 19 minutes until the
rest of the team get here, so I doubt it's about fooling around. Punching
someone doesn't take 19 minutes though ...

I snap my head to the sound of the changing room doors opening. I see a mop
of blond hair, the fringe longer than the sides, swept to the right, just
short of covering his eye. The fringe turns towards me, a wide smile on
Lee's face as he spots me.

Walking towards where I'm sitting; his uniform's a mess. Shirt untucked,
blazer and tie probably in the bag slung over his right shoulder, top
couple of buttons undone so you can see the top of his chest.

Dropping his bag on the floor, Lee sits down opposite me, our knees about
half a meter apart.

"Hey mate, glad you came." Lee's misty blue eyes give me a quick lookup and
down.  "No worries, what's up?" I click the knuckle of my left index
finger, nervous of what he might say next.  "Well, I can't stop thinking
about our conversation on the coach on Friday," his smile drops into a more
serious expression, "I've never been able to just unload to anyone like
that before. A real weight off my shoulders, you know? Been actually,
genuinely happy last few days." A smile returns to Lee's face.  "Anytime
dude." I return the smile, not knowing what else to do or say.  "I mean,
maybe what happened in my car after helped as well," Lee gives me a sexy,
sly smile. Maybe he enjoyed it as much as I did? "So, I just wanted to make
sure you were cool with what happened." Cool with it? I'm very cool with
it!  "Yeah, dude, totally cool with it." Was that a bit too enthusiastic?
"Awesome, cause, if it's alright with you, I'd be up for doing it some
more." Lee has a very friendly, warm smile plastered on his face. Does he
just want to wank together? Or does he want to do more?  "Uh, um, yeah
... yeah, I'd totally be up for more." Wait, this might be a trap
still. Get me to confess that I want to wank with him, then beat the shit
out of me for being gay!  "Cool," Lee's smile beams at me as he straightens
back on the bench, "I don't suppose you're free after practice?" Fuck, he
must be horny.  "Uh, yeah, yeah should be. Parents aren't home till like,
after 7, so can come back to mine if you like?" Well, there's no way back
now. I've just invited the captain of the football team back to my empty
house to fool around. If there's any time for the rest of the team to jump
out, now would be it.  "Really? Fucking sweet, man! I'd love to! Shame we
have `training'." Lee seems genuinely excited, and no ones jump out to
punch me. So, maybe this isn't a trap?  "Yeah, don't suppose you know why
coach has insisted we have one more training session, do you?" Maybe if we
can find a reason to bunk it off, we can get to mine earlier.  "Something
about putting the rivalry to bed. Coach didn't say much." Rivalry? What
rivalry? "Prefer to just go back to yours now, to be honest," Lee gives me
another sexy smile, "but, coach knows my dad. I'd be in shit if I missed
it. What with being the captain and all." So much for trying to bunk off.

Turns out the `rivalry' was between the rugby team. They also lost their
final tournament, meaning neither side have bragging rights. Something that
the coaches couldn't leave un-address, apparently. So, to settle the score,
they came up with a game that neither side has any great experience with -
Rounders. Britain's answer to baseball.

The changing room now packed with two sports teams, there's not much room
to move. Taking off my shirt and hanging it up, I realise I've got a slight
problem; I'm not wearing any underwear. How am I going to do this without
anyone noticing? Taking off my shoes and socks, I take out my football
shirt and shorts. Putting my top on, I hope that enough of it can cover my
ass, so no one can notice the lack of boxers. With a deep breath, I quickly
slide my trousers down my legs and off my feet, replacing them with my
shorts, in what I feels like record time.

Looking around I try to see if anyone noticed, however, everyone's still
talking, laughing and messing around. Not a single person seems to have
taken any notice of my naked white buns. Looking down at my crotch, the
outline of my dick is noticeable for anyone to see. I doubt anyone would
make a big thing about it, not wanting to be thought of as gay for looking
at another dudes cock, but it's still making me self conscious.

The game was a good laugh. Just as the coaches predicted, it was a pretty
even competition. But in the end, the football team ran out 56-49
winners. Unfortunately, there's no trophy to go with it, but we do get
bragging rights for the week! As an added bonus, no one seemed to notice my
dick. Well, I did catch Lee having a quick look down, his eyes seemed to
widen a bit. Maybe in surprise.

Getting back into the changing rooms, taunting Noah for not being able to
hit a ball, I go to my peg with Noah and start changing. Starting with my
top, replacing it with my shirt, I glance over at Noah, talking to another
guy on the rugby team, his shirt now off. Giving his developed pecs and six
pac a once over, I toe off my trainers. Just as I go to pull down my shorts
a brain wave hits me; why not keep your shorts on and wear your trousers
over them? Genius!

Saying good-bye to Noah, I walk out to the school parking lot. Finding
Lee's blue Vauxhall without much trouble, I sit on a wall close by to
wait. It's at this point that my nerves return to me. Not that Lee's going
to beat the shit out of me, I'm pretty sure that's not going to happen, no,
I'm nervous about ... being good enough for him? I mean, I'm not ugly or
out of shape or anything. Have a developing six-pack and my torso's pretty
long, so if I work at it I'm sure I could even get an eight pack. It's
just, Lee's ... really good looking. Defined jawline, features that fit on
his face perfectly and from what I've seen in the changing rooms a decent
six-pack and nice defined pecs. He's only really seen me in the murky light
of his car. What if - in daylight - he realises he doesn't actually like
the way I look?

"Hey mate, you all ready to go?" Deep in my fears, I didn't notice Lee
approaching.  "Sure." Jumping off the wall, I plonk myself down in the
passenger seat. "You remember where my house is?" While giving directions
to the field, I had pointed out where I lived.  "Yeah, I think I can find
my way." With a smile; Lee puts the car in gear and pulls out of the car
park.

Driving out the school gates, the paranoia's starting to make me sweat more
than the heat. Looking at the left side of Lee's face, straight nose just
the right size - not too big, nor too small - straight lipped, eyes
concentrating on the road, I decide I need to get my myself out of my mind.

"Hey, Lee. Tell me to fuck off, or whatever, but ... how come you're so
cool about doing ... stuff with another guy?" It might be that he's just
horny, but I just feel there's something more in it. Something about the
way he opened up to me on the coach, the way he asked to see my feet while
we wanked and the excitement he had when I said he can come over. Maybe I'm
just reading into it too much, I don't know.  "Huh?" Lee takes his eyes
away from the road to give me a quick glance of confusion. Am I messing
this up?  "It's just most guys would think it too ... gay to ... wank with
another guy." Seriously, suggesting that he's gay if he wanks with me is
not a smart move!  "Heh, I suppose they would," Lee gives another glance at
me, this time with a smile, "though, believe me, they didn't always think
that." Lee looks over at me again, this time holding contact with my eyes a
little longer before returning to the road. "I suppose I wasn't entirely
truthful with you Friday." Oh shit, this is where he's going to reveal he's
been lying to get me to do gay stuff. He's probably going to take me
somewhere to beat the shit out of me. Teams probably already there
waiting. Rugby team too!  "I told you that I hadn't wanked in over 2 weeks
to try and explain the boner I was throwing in my shorts," I'm confused,
"see, I didn't sit with you because coach told me you were feeling bad, I
just said coach wanted me to talk to you to get some time to talk to you."
Lee fell silent. A serious look on his face. Am I meant to say something?
"Why did you want to talk to me? I mean, you could have talked to me at any
time." I really have no idea what Lee's trying to tell me here.  "Alone I
mean. Where we wouldn't be interrupted." Lee takes a long, hard look at me
before continuing. "I guess if we're going to be doing stuff together I
should tell you; I'm pretty sure I'm bi." Oh shit. Was not expecting
that. "Hope that's cool with you, mate." Lee Metcaff. Captain of the
football team. Blond stud. Is bi?  "Uh, yeah ... yeah, that's totally cool
with me." Should I tell him about being gay? I mean, he did just come out
to me.  "Don't take this the wrong way or anything, but I've noticed you
checking out other guys," shit, "so, I thought you might be into guys, you
know. And I haven't done anything with any other guys but been really
wanting to try. So, I noticed you looking at other guys and wanted to see
if you'd be interested in fooling around. Experimenting," Lee seems nervous
as his speech quickens, "Went better than I thought it would, to be
honest." Lee looks over at me, a big smile on his face.

Shit. What do I do now? Do I tell him I'm gay? He's already sussed it out
that I'm scoping out other guys, so I doubt it'll come as a major shock to
him. Plus, he's right. If we're going to be fooling around he should know
the truth.

"I didn't realise I was being so obvious. But yeah, I wasn't being honest
with you on the coach, either. I'm not interested in girls ... I'm gay."
Pulling into the driveway of my house, I've now come out to two people
since I left this morning.  "I wouldn't say it was obvious. I only noticed
because I was doing the same thing." Putting the handbrake on, Lee turns
off the engine and looks at me with a smile.  "Heh, fair one. I hope you're
okay ... with me being gay and all. I understand if you don't want to come
in." I look down at my lap, fearing the worst.  "No problem with me, mate."
Lee smiles wider as he gets out of the car.

Following him to my front door, I unlock it and let him in. Not had a
friend round since year 8, but that was just to play video games. I'm
hoping this will be a lot more fun!

"So, would you like a drink or -" Grabbing me by the arm, Lee turns me
around to face him. I've never stood this close to Lee before. I can smell
the weak scent of his after save and sweat - pretty manly.  "I want to try
something." Putting his left hand behind my head he pulls my face down, his
lips turning up to meet mine.

I close my eyes for a moment, letting the feeling of Lee's lips pressed
against mine travel to my cock. His left-hand moves to resting against my
cheek as his right does the same on the other side, holding my face as our
lips start to move in sync. Not knowing what to do with my own hands, I
just bring them to hold his hips, feeling the hard muscle beneath his
cotton shirt.

The feel of his tongue caressing mine brings a new wave of pleasure through
my body, causing my now erect cock to jump in my footy shorts; desperate to
escape.

Pulling away from the kiss, Lee's smirks up at me.

"So, where's your bedroom?" Smiling, I lead him up the stairs.  Opening my
door, I'm thankful mum has a habit of making my bed and picking up my dirty
clothes before going to work. I have a generously sized room. The bed's in
the middle of the wall, opposite the door. To the left is a desk propped
under my window. The right has a small entertainment nook; a tv,
PlayStation and bean bag to sit on.

"Nice." Lee looks around, eyes mostly on the PlayStation and 32" TV.
"Thanks." Standing in front of my bed I turn to face Lee, his arms already
outstretched, reaching for my shirt buttons. Starting at the top, it takes
him seconds to have my shirt open, placing both palms against my flat
stomach, moving up across my abs, causing a jolt of pleasure as they pass
over my nipples and pecs, stopping at my shoulders before continuing to
move down my arms, causing my shirt to fall to the floor.

"Fuck you have a hot body, mate." I can feel my cheeks blush as his hands
move back to my pecs, cupping under them, giving a slight squeeze before
rubbing his thumbs over my nipples; causing my cock to twitch more in my
shorts.

Moving his hands to my sides, Lee bends over, attaching his mouth to my
right nipple. I can feel his tongue through the wet, warmth, playing with
the nub, making me let out a soft moan I've been desperately trying to
suppress. I don't know why, but moaning seems like a very girly thing to
do. Not wanting Lee to think I'm a sissy, I've tried to stay quiet,
however, Lee only stops tonging my nipple to move on to my left one, so I
guess he doesn't care.

I give out small moans, my hands down by my sides, fists clenched, watching
the top of Lee's head as he starts kissing down my abs, licking the line
that divides the two sides, eventually ending on his knees, eye level with
my bulging crotch. Undoing the clasp of my trousers, and pulling down the
fly; Lee lets my trousers fall to the floor, pooling around my feet,
revealing my blue, nylon footy shorts. Without any underwear, my fully hard
cock's able to stretch out in the lightweight, thin material, leaving very
little to the imagination. Thankfully I didn't get hard during the rounders
match.

"Fuck mate, this is a beast!" Lee gives my cock a squeeze through my shorts
with his right hand, his left grabbing hold of the waistband. With my cock
bouncing in my shorts, Lee doesn't hesitate in removing my shorts, leaving
them with my trousers, causing my dick to bounce even harder.  "Mate,
that's a beautiful cock. So jealous of how your foreskin pulls back behind
the knob." I bite my lower lip as Lee's right-hand gently caresses its way
up my shaft. Carefully pulling back the foreskin more, causing it to roll
down my shaft, revealing paler, white skin underneath.

Taking my cock at the base, Lee leans in closer, lifting my dick and
slapping it against his cheeks. I just look down at his handsome, smiling
face; partially obscured by my cock, as he runs his tongue along the
underside.

"Smells horny as fuck as well. Fucking perfect." Lee's voice trails off as
he uses my cock like a paintbrush, smearing a drop of newly formed precum
from his right cheek, across his moist lips, over to his left. "Can I suck
it?" Lee looks up at me, wide-eyed and pleading. All I can do is nod my
head, barely believing what I'm seeing, my lip starting to hurt from how
hard I'm biting it.

With a devilish grin, Lee opens his mouth wide, bobbing forward, a good few
inches of my cock disappearing behind his top lip before I feel the wet,
hot pressure of his throat. His lips close around my shaft as I feel the
soft walls against my sensitive head, convulsing as they try to swallow my
cock down.

The sharp tingle goes through my body, my skin alive with goosebumps, my
knees buckle as I fall back onto the bed. The movement causing my dick to
be wrenched from Lee's lips, the head rubbing against the roof of his mouth
causing another wave of pleasure, making me shudder, forcing my upper body
to lay back on the mattress.

"Real sensitive, aren't you?" I lift my head to see Lee shuffle along on
his knees to get closer to me. Lifting myself up on my hands I watch as he
removes my shoes, socks, trousers and shorts; leaving my completely naked.

Lee picks up my left food and slowly massages it for a moment. His touch
releasing some tension, leaving it wanting more when he puts it back down
on the carpet, reaching back up for my cock.

Holding it with his right hand, his left grabs my thigh as he goes straight
back onto my cock. Once again opening wide, my head hitting the back of his
throat, causing the same electricity to go through me, this time my elbows
buckle, leaving me flat on my back, eyes closed as Lee starts to bob up and
down on my cock.

I can't decide what I like more: the feel of his lips caressing my shaft
and over the flared lip of my helmet or my cock head hitting the back of
his throat, the muscles momentarily giving it a squeeze before it leaves to
be stroked by Lee's lips once again.

What I'm very aware of are the feelings crashing through me. It's a fight
to keep my body still; duvet clenched in my fists, my muscles twitch and
shake, causing me to bounce slightly on my bed.

I wouldn't be able to stop the moans even if I wanted to. An almost
continuous symphony of groans, gasps and wails escape my opened lips as
Lee's sucking mouth works my cock over, giving me pleasure unlike any I've
felt while wanking.

My toes curl on the carpet as I can feel the pleasure intensify. Wave after
wave of goosebumps pass through me, every nerve ending in my cock
overloaded, my balls giving a continuous dull ache of need.

Suddenly, I can feel my orgasm rising. Usually it's a slow build, but with
my cock battering Lee's throat, there's no build-up, just the sudden jolt
from my balls and heat radiating throughout my body.

Sitting bolt upright, I take Lee's soft, slightly matted hair in my hands
and weakly try to pull him away. I try to tell him I'm cumming but my still
open mouth only manages a garbled groan as my cock starts shooting.

My vision going black I lose control over my body. Taking fists full of
Lee's hair I hold him still as I thrust deeper into his mouth, Lee's hands
clasping my thighs offer no resistance as my cock enters his throat,
shooting load after load straight into his stomach. My own grunts are met
by the sounds of Lee gagging, but his head doesn't try to move within my
grip.

Burying my cock as far as Lee's throat will let me; I stay motionless as
the last of my cum is milked out by Lee's throat. Releasing his hair I
slump back on the bed. Completely drained and exhausted, barely able to
catch my breath, I give out rasping pants. I've just enough energy for my
body to convulse as Lee sucks the last of my cum from the sensitive tip,
before letting it fall out of his mouth.

Eyes closed, chest heaving in overdrive, I'm just about aware of movement
beside me. Feeling the mattress weighed down to the right of my head, I
hear the sound of a zipper and rustling of material, immediately followed
by a very strong smell of cum.

I open my eyes as Lee's strong hands direct my face towards the smell, my
lips are met with warm, thick goo. Only able to see the grey of his
trousers, I open my mouth to be met with a strong, salty, acrid taste.
Swallowing it down, I move my head, the cock smearing cum along my right
cheek, and look up into Lee's beaming smile.

"Sorry mate, when you grabbed my hair and started thrusting, I just lost
it. Seems I like it a bit rough." Lee gives a slightly nervous laugh. I'm
only able to weakly smile back at him.

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