Chapter 28  

The following fictional narrative involves sexually-explicit erotic events between men.  If you shouldn't be reading this, please move on.

In the world of this story, the characters don't always use condoms.  In the real world, you should care enough about yourself and others to always practice safe sex.

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The town of Stafford, the Sunrise Arts Center, and the characters in this story are fictitious.

Special thanks to Mickey S. and Drew Hunt, who have provided inspiration, advice, and encouragement throughout the writing of this series.

>From chapter 27:

"A penny for them," Louis said.

"I was just thinking how cool it was that Whitney kissed us."

"Uh huh."

"He's really a great guy."

"Sure is."

"Hot, too." I added.

He chuckled.  "Judd, you don't know the half of it."

I thought for a minute about what he'd just said.

"Are you gonna tell me what you mean by that?  What do you know about how hot Whitney is?"

Chapter 28


Oh shit!  Me and my big mouth!  I was going to have to tell Judd about the night Whitney took my anal cherry.  I should have told him about that when we first became a couple, but I'd promised Whitney I wouldn't tell anyone.  I didn't know what the fuck I was gonna do.  I loved Whitney like he was an older brother.  He was such a cool little hunk.  And a promise is a promise.  But I couldn't lie to Judd.  He knew I'd had a few sexual experiences before he and I became boyfriends, but he'd never have guessed that I'd had sex with Whitney.  I would probably be in trouble because I hadn't told him and even more trouble because I hadn't told him sooner.

I rolled over on my side, propping myself up on one elbow.  I looked down at him, trying to figure out how to explain.

"Louis, what's up, man?  You look like you've got some terrible secret you need to confess."

"Well, I have a secret.  I don't think it's so terrible, but you might.  And you've got to promise me not to tell anybody, anybody at all, please babe!"

"A secret about you and Whitney?  You and Whitney." His eyes searched mine.  Then he grinned.  "Fuck, man!  You two did it?  You and the little dude?"

I relaxed when I saw the grin.  "Yeah."

Then he looked more serious.  "How many times?"

"Just the once."

"You'd better tell me about it."

So I told him how I'd campaigned with the pictures to seduce Whitney and then showed up on his doorstep when I turned eighteen.  (See chapter 5.)  I explained that I'd had oral sex with some of my buddies at the high school, but that I'd never been fucked before.  I reminded Judd this was before he and I were together and that I'd thought Whitney was hot from the first time I saw him.

"So, tell me all about it."

"Baby, I really don't think I should say any more.  Whitney told me flat out it would never happen again and made me promise not to tell anybody.  I've broken my promise to him because I couldn't lie to you.  But I don't think it would be right to go into details.  He was doing me a favor."

Judd grinned again.  "Yeah, like fucking you would be a favor!  He's a lucky bastard that you chose him.  So, okay, no details.  Just tell me this.  How's he hung?"

I giggled.  "Not as big as you, lover, but in proportion for a guy his size."

"Was he pissed when you showed up there?"

"Hey, didn't I say no details?"

"Aw, come on, Louis."

"Well, actually, he had just gotten out of the shower.  His hair was wet and dripping, and he was naked except for a towel around his middle."

"Man, I'd love to see that."

"You perv!  So, yeah, he was surprised and a little worried when I first showed up.  But I gave him the puppy dog look and begged him."

"What were you wearing?"

"Tight short shorts and a cutoff shirt."

He laughed.  "Man, no wonder he fucked you.  Nobody could have resisted that outfit and the puppydog look.  So when he fucked you, was he rough?"

"No, he took his time opening me up.  He was going so slow I had to beg him."

"Yeah, I've heard you beg."

"If I begged you now, would you fuck me?"

"That might be arranged."

"You know I've got to tell Whitney?"

"Yeah, I guess you'd better.  I think he'll understand.  And you can promise him I'll never tell anybody.  I can see why he wouldn't want that information to get around."

"For sure.  Now, what have I gotta do to `arrange' for you to fuck me?"

"Kiss me, you fool!"  He grabbed me and pulled me down for a long kiss.  I was so relieved he wasn't mad at me that I almost sucked his tongue out of his head.  

When we broke the kiss, he grinned at me.  "Confession is good for more than the soul, it seems.  It sure has you turned on."

"That's not the confession, that's my hot lover."  

He rolled me over onto my back and then straddled me with his arms and legs.  Leaning forward, he gave me another quick kiss before sticking his tongue in my ear.  I began giggling.

"What's wrong?" he asked, breathing in my ear.

"Your cock is grinding against mine and you're tonguing my ear.  You're making me crazy!"

He grinned.  "I'll show you crazy.  I'll make you forget all about Whitney!"

I pulled his face so our noses were practically touching.  "Aww, babe.  When I'm with you I can't think about anybody else.  When I'm not with you, you're all I think about.  You're all I need or want.  Dammit, I want you. Now!  So quit talking and start lovin' me up."

He licked the end of my nose and said "Yassuh!"  But he didn't go for my ass.  Instead he started licking and sucking on the skin in the curve between my neck and shoulder.  He knew that was a particularly hot spot for me, and right on schedule I began to moan.

"Judson Thomas, you are supposed to be fucking me."

"No, babe, I'm making love to you, and I want you to remember who your lover is."

With that he went back to licking, working his way slowly down my chest to my pecs.  I thought he was going to work on my nipples, but he kept on going and eventually lapped his way to my belly button.  I squealed when he stuck his tongue in there.  

He put his hand over my mouth.  "Dude, my folks are upstairs.  Let's not wake them up."

I glanced at the clock on the bedside table.  It was 2:30.  

After he had me practically frantic and I was thrusting my hard cock into the air, he stuck a finger in my mouth.  Dutifully I sucked on it as if it had been his perfect pecker.  Withdrawing the finger, he simultaneously took my cock in his mouth and reached under my butt, where he shoved the wet digit slowly into my twitching hole.  I had to put my hand over my mouth to muffle my shriek of delight.  It probably only took two or three minutes before I came, I was so worked up.  

After he had swallowed most of my eruption, he pulled back enough to catch the last of it in his mouth.  He opened his mouth to show me the stuff on his tongue and grinned.  I pulled him down so we could kiss and he could feed me some of it.

Then I pushed him away and grabbed my knees, pulling them up to my shoulders.  "Okay, stud.  It's time."

He grabbed the lube and poured some of it directly on my hole, which was still twitching.  I jumped and gasped.  He giggled and stuck his finger back inside, wiggling it around, stroking my nut.  "Man, this is torture.  When are you gonna just quit shittin' around and fuck me?"

"Has anybody else ever made you feel this good, Louis?"

"Never!  Not once!  There's nobody like you!  Is that what you want to hear, you bastard?"

He grinned.  "Yup."

It took him only seconds to put lube on his cock and line the tip of it up with my hot, hungry hole.  He shoved gently, but he didn't stop until he was completely inside me.  I gasped and then relaxed for a moment.  As he began to pull back, I locked my feet behind his ass.

He looked me in the eye.  "You ready?"

"Honey, I been ready."

He chuckled and began to pump, maddeningly slowly at first, but with increasing speed.  

I always accused Judd of being a butt slut, `cause that boy surely did like to have his ass played with.  But I was the slut that night.  I had to bite on a finger to keep from waking his parents with my blissful groans.  He came fairly soon, but I don't know how he lasted as long as he did, since we'd both been so hot when we started.  

I think he collapsed on top of me.  I think we may have kissed.  

The next thing I knew it was broad daylight.  I could still taste my own cum.  Judd was lying with his back to me, and, since he'd kicked off the covers, I was able to admire his shoulders, back, butt, and those fantastic soccer-player's thighs.  I got up, went to the bathroom, and then got back in bed.  Snuggling up against him, I began to lick the back of his neck.

He sort of purred.  Then he rolled over onto his back and grinned sleepily at me.

"What time is it?"

"Ten thirty."

"Well, I guess we won't be going to church."

"You didn't really plan on going did you?"

He grinned.  "No, not really.  I told Mom and Dad to go ahead, that we'd be up late."

He did his bathroom thing, then we both showered.  When we were finished, we pulled the sheets off his bed and remade it.  Where I'd been lying there was a stain from his cum seeping out of my ass.  And we'd both gotten pretty sweaty, too.

"Ah, the pleasures of the morning after," I said.

"I'll gladly change sheets after a night like that."

"So you're not mad at me?"

"No, babe.  You knew I had sex with Tommy.  And I know Whitney's not the only guy you've done it with, either."

"Well, Whitney was the only guy before you who did what you did last night.  But that belongs to you, now, bud."

We showered together and then went upstairs in search of food.  There was a note from his mother saying there was a strata in the oven.  The oven was turned off, but the strata was still warm.  We had it with oj and then glasses of milk and English muffins.

"So, what's on the agenda for today?"  Judd asked, having just swallowed the last of a muffin and reaching for another.

"Babe, we promised to go to Jon Baker's house this afternoon."

He looked puzzled.  "Remind me why we're doing that."

"Honestly, what's with you?  One good fuck and your mind goes blank!" I said in mock exasperation.  "We're supposed to help Frank Cummings and Stuart Blount write up a proposal for the principal about starting the GSA group."

He took a swallow of milk.  "Oh, yeah, I seem to remember something about that.  But why are we doing it at Dr. Baker's house?"

"Because that's where Mr. Cummings is spending the weekend, dufus."

He grinned at me and said, "Oh.  Cool."  And my heart melted one more time.


At Gala's end Stuart insisted on sticking around Sunrise until I was ready to leave.  There were crews coming in the next afternoon to help take down decorations, etc., so we didn't have to do all of that.  I noticed that Gary was waiting to leave with Jerome.  About 2:00 Jean and Ralph, Gary and Jerome, Stuart and I left.  I thanked the others, gave them all hugs (except Ralph), and said I'd see Jerome and Jean later that day.  

"You are coming home with me, aren't you?" I asked Stuart.

"Well, I've got my car here.  And I'm wearing my tux.  I should probably just go on home.  What if someone saw me coming home in daylight in this outfit?"

"Chicken!  So your neighbors would know you'd been out all night.  Is that so terrible?"

He gave me a strange look.  "Well, Whitney, now some of them will be able to guess where I spent the night."

"Oh, bullshit.  Besides our friends, there were only a few couples there when we danced.  And you know none of them were your neighbors."

He seemed to relax.  "Okay, I'll meet you there."

When we got inside my house and the door was closed, I put my hands behind his head.

"God, I've wanted to jump your bones all evening.  You're so gorgeous!  Kiss me, you handsome devil."

He chuckled and complied.

"You look pretty studly yourself, there, Whitney."

"Why don't you go on upstairs and get undressed, and I'll be along as soon as I've locked up down here?"



"No.  First we're going to talk."  He took me by the hand and led me into the family room.  He more or less pushed me into a chair and he took the one facing me.  I was pretty sure I knew what was coming, but I waited for him to speak his piece.

"I'm puzzled."



Well, it was very late.  Or early.

"Whitney, we didn't go to the Gala as a couple.  We deliberately decided not to do that, didn't we?"


"Getting the band to play that song and asking me to dance was very romantic."

"I'm glad you thought so, too."

"Nice music, nice words.  They were meant for me, I take it?"


"That's very sweet.  But when you did that you outed me.  Surely you knew that."

I got up, went to him, took his hand and pulled him up.  I led him to the sofa where we could sit side by side.  I kept his hand in mine.  "The longer the evening went on, the more I wished I could be spending it dancing with you.  You looked so great.  I kept getting glimpses of you and thinking that you should have been there as my partner.  So when the crowd thinned out, I wanted to do something, make some kind of gesture, so that you'd know that I really do love you, Stuart."  I kissed the back of his hand.  "And, as I said, there were only three or four couples besides our good friends there, and I doubt that there will be any repercussions."

"I love you for what you've just said.  But still, you could have let me decide when I was going to be outed."

"I'm truly sorry, babe.  I did something impulsive.  I hope it won't make trouble for you."

He turned our hands around and kissed mine.  "Does this mean that we're a couple?"

"I sure as hell hope so.  Now, can we go upstairs and make love?"

"Maybe.  But I want to get this clear.  We are together now?  That means you aren't going to be sleeping with Chave or Asa or anybody else who comes on to you or looks needy?"

I laughed.  "Yes, Stuart.  I'm sorry it took me so long to realize what a lucky bastard I am to have you in my life.  I promise not to do anything to screw that up."

"Then at some point we have to talk some more about how much I'm going to be out in this community."

"Yes, of course.  And I apologize again.  Now, go on upstairs, please.  I'll be up in a moment."

I took a few minutes locking up and lowering the thermostat and turning out lights.  By the time I got upstairs, Stuart was coming out of the bathroom naked.  When he saw me, he grabbed me and squeezed me so hard I could hardly breathe.

"You know, Dr. Pell, I kept getting glimpses of you, too.  You were so smooth, presiding over your grand affair, schmoozing all the folks with the big bucks.  And with your hair that way, wearing your tux, you looked fuckin' fantastic."

"Why thank ya suh," I said, in my thickest southern accent, batting my eyes..  

"Now," he said, "get out of those duds and get in bed.  It's late, and we've got some lovemaking to do!"

When I'd hung up my tuxedo and done my bathroom duties, Stuart was lying on his back.

"Come lie on top of me.  I want your hair to fall down around our faces while we kiss."

Because of the difference in our height, as I kissed him my cock was leaking onto his belly, and his monster was poking me in the balls.  It was a pretty erotic situation, and soon we both needed more.  

"You want to put that hard dick of yours where it belongs?" I asked, stifling a yawn.

"Of course, if you're sure you're up for it."

I humped my cock against his belly and said, "You couldn't tell I'm up for it?"

He grinned.  "Yeah, but I also saw that yawn."

"Never mind.  Just fuck me, please."

He rolled over, flipping me onto my back.  Then he grabbed the lube from the night stand and got us both slicked up.  His penis was big, but I was so used to it that he entered without trouble.

"You okay, Whitney?"

"Oh, yeah.  Better `n okay."

He began to move in and out of me slowly, occasionally hitting my prostate, but not on every stroke.  Slowly in and out.  In and out.  Nice. . . .

The next thing I knew he was leaning over me, his mouth next to my ear.

"Whitney, don't go to sleep on me, babe."  He was laughing at me.  I think I must have been half asleep.  It had been a long day, an exciting day.  I'd had several drinks, and though I had been running on adrenalin, now I was wiped.  But the last thing I wanted to do was doze off in mid fuck, so to speak.

I shook my head to wake up.

Stuart was really laughing at me by this time.  "Oh, man, I've done gone and got me an ooolllld lover!  Why don't you just give it up gramps, and get yourself some shut-eye?"  Saying that, he pulled out and lay on his side next to me.  

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm sooo sorry."  

"It's okay, babe," he said, still chuckling.  "Just relax."

I rolled over and put my head on his chest.

When I woke up, the room was full of sunlight.  The clock on the night stand said 10:30.  Stuart was lying on his back, his arm across his eyes, and his cock hard, making a nice tent in the covers.  Mortified by having fallen asleep in mid coitus the night before, I slipped out of bed carefully, so I wouldn't wake him, and went to the bathroom.  Then I went downstairs, turned up the thermostat, returned to the bedroom, and slipped back into bed.  

Burrowing down under the covers, I sought and found his tentpole cock, which I took into my mouth.  I hadn't been working on it very long when he groaned and a hand found its way to my head.  

"Morning, babe."

"Mmmmmfff," I replied, his dick still in my mouth.

"A hummer.  What a great way to wake up.  Don't stop."

So I began to hum "Lover, When I'm Near You" as I sucked.  Even with his dick in my mouth, the melody was recognizable and he laughed.  "You're such a romantic, Whitney."

Later, after he'd fucked the cum out of me, we fixed breakfast together.  Well, at that hour it was brunch.  We were both starved, so we made lots of scrambled eggs, link sausages, grits, and biscuits.  Stuart made even better biscuits than Pearl, our family cook.

As we ate, I apologized again for almost dozing off the previous night.  

He grinned.  "Well, I guess now that I've got me an elderly partner, I'll have to adjust my expectations."

I threw a biscuit at him, but he caught it and put it back on the plate.  

I chuckled.  "Okay.  Next year when we get back from the Gala, to which I hope we're going together, remind me to have a cup of coffee when we get home."

"Okay, gramps."

After we'd eaten and cleaned up the mess, we had a nice, sexy shower together.  Then he put on his tuxedo to go home.  We decided that we'd keep spare clothes at each other's houses after that.  

He was going home to change and go to a meeting at Jon Baker's place about the new gay/straight students' club at the high school, and I was going to Sunrise to help clean up after the party.


On Wednesday night of the week following the Gala, Frank was spending the night at my house.  He'd told me he was staying for a while after school to do his preparations for the next day.

I'd fixed spaghetti sauce so we could eat whenever he got there. A tossed salad was cooling in the fridge.   It would only take twenty minutes to cook the pasta, and we could have a drink while that was happening.

When he got inside the front door, he dropped his book bag.  (I'd always carried a briefcase, but Frank said his kids would make fun of him if he did that, so he carried a bag like theirs.)  I met him and gave him a hug and kiss.

"Welcome home, lover.  I can say that, can't I?  I know you have your own place, but I like to think that home is wherever we both are."

After he returned my kiss and squeezed one of my buttocks, he said, "If we are going to have a commitment ceremony this June, what would you think of my moving in here?  Or we could find a new place, something that was ours, jointly.  I'd be willing to get rid of my condo.  But I know this is your family home, and it might be difficult for you to part with it."

"I want us to live together as soon as you're ready, Frank.  Let me think a bit about whether I can part with this place, please."


In the kitchen, after I'd poured each of us a glass of the merlot I'd had breathing, we clinked glasses.  

"So, how was your day?"

"Something momentous may have happened.  Or it could amount to nothing."

"What do you mean?"

"I gave the principal the proposal for the GSA group, you know, what Stuart, Louis, Judd and I worked on Sunday afternoon."

"Yeah.  So what happens now?"

"Well, if it were something like a philately club, he'd say yes and we'd get on with it.  At least if it were a proposal as well thought out and argued as the one we just gave him."

"But that isn't going to happen here?"

"Nope.  He's going to `run it by the board,' meaning the Board of Education, in view of its controversial nature."

"Damn!  I didn't know he was so spineless."

"Well, you know academic administrators.  `Cover your ass' is the prime rule."

"Any idea how the board will react?"

"Not really.  We'll have to see what happens.  If we had a few influential friends it might help."

"But we do!  Or at least I think a few could be mobilized."


"Yeah.  How about a former DA and prominent member of the bar?  How about his law partner?"

He thought about that for a moment.  "Well, neither Burke nor Chave is known to be gay in the community, not by many at least.  But if this got nasty, they might both be outing themselves if they supported the proposal."

"I've had another idea.  What about a prominent reporter for the Sentinel?"

"You mean Asa Grey?  Wouldn't he be compromising his objectivity if he got behind us?"

"Well, yeah, I suppose he would.  But Whitney knows him, and I think I'll have a talk with the director tomorrow when I'm at Sunrise."

"Couldn't hurt, I guess."

During the conversation, I'd forgotten to put the pasta in.  So we had another glass of wine while it cooked.

Once during dinner I noticed that Frank appeared to be in pain.

"Something wrong?"

He grinned.  "No, just a twinge.  I'm getting stiff in the back.  Must be age.  I'll need to work on that at the gym Saturday."

I was awakened by a loud thump.  The green digital readout on the bedside clock said 2:12.  

When I noticed that Frank wasn't beside me in the bed, I got up.  A light was on in the bathroom.

When I got there, I found him on the floor unconscious.  I knelt beside him.  He was breathing, but I couldn't make him wake up.

I crossed myself.  "Oh, God, please don't let this be happening," I prayed as I grabbed the phone with shaking hands and dialed 911.  "Weren't you satisfied when you took Will?"