Date: Mon, 18 May 1998 02:46:38 EDT
From: Kris J Stevens <romyandmichelle@juno.com>
Subject: MALE BLACKMAIL (BOYS NIGHT IN III)

MALE BLACKMAIL 
PART III OF "BOYS NIGHT IN"
By: Kris Stevens
<romyandmichelle@juno.com>

 WARNING: Disclaimer: This is a fictional story is based upon characters
from the television series "Dawson's Creek", created by Kevin Williamson.
This story in no way reflects the feelings or attitudes of the cast and
crew. They are not my characters, I am only having my way with them. 
---This story is written as if the characters are od adult age. The
actors that play these characters are of adult age ( 19 and 22 and ? ).
It contains male/male sex, and if you are not interested in that sort of
thing, please do not read on. This story is a continuation of my first
"Dawson's Creek" story, BOYS NIGHT IN, and my second story OH BROTHER,
and will be much more pleasurable to read and make a whole lot more sense
overall if you refer to those before going on. I don't like to waste too
much time explaining background info,  so if it doesn't make much sense,
it may not be my fault. Please read these stories first. If you enjoy it,
please feel free to send me comments. Thank you! What follows may be a
little corny, but certainly nice to think about!
NOTE: This is before the beauty pagent episode of Dawson's Creek

MALE BLACKMAIL

Sweat slowly trickled down Dawson's forehead as his mind stormed to think
of how to get out of the mess he was in. It had all happened just
yesterday, but it seemed that the whole situation had been playing over
and over again in Dawson's mind for years. Dawson had gone over to
Pacey's house with his camera to film a short movie for class. Pacey had
offered Dawson the use of his house for the horror movie that Dawson had
intended to film, when Dawson's own mother had forbid Dawson to ever film
any more movies in their own house. When Dawson arrived to film the
movie, Pacey was not yet there,  he had been held up in basketball
practice. Doug, Pacey's older and very attractive brother had invited
Dawson into the house to wait until Pacey got there. Before Dawson could
realize what was happening, Doug began seducing Dawson, and the two had
made love on the kitchen floor, Dawson's camera filming all the while.
When the two traveled upstairs for further passion, Pacey suddenly
arrived home.There Dawson was, trapped upstairs with Pacey's older
brother that he had just made passionate love to (and they were both in
the nude). Pacey had just arrived home, and started calling around the
house to see who was home. Well, of course Pacey had found them shortly
after, and had very little trouble piecing all the clues together. 

Pacey had erupted in anger, and stormed out of the house without saying a
single word to either of them. At least, Dawson had *thought* that Pacey
directly stormed out of the house after finding him with Doug. After
Dawson had gathered his clothes and went to retrieve his camera
equipment, Dawson found that the video tape in the camera was missing.
"Pacey must have the tape," Dawson had thought. What did he intend to do
with it? What was he going to do about Pacey? He needed to talk to him
badly. Dawson sat slumped on his bed. He was certainly in a pickle.
Pacey was mad as hell over what he had done, and Dawson could not
help but feel that Pacey had a right to be upset. Even though his first
experience with Pacey had not been so long ago, Dawson had felt
comfortable with thinking of Pacey as his secret boyfriend, and he was
sure that Pacey had thought of Dawson the same way. Giving into his urges
with Doug had been cheating on Pacey, and perhaps with the worst of all
people. Dawson knew that Pacey resented his brother a bit because of his
good looks, and the way that Doug had always picked on him. Some way,
Dawson would have to work things out with Pacey....and hopefully get his
video back. 

Dawson lifted his head from his pillow as he heard the phone ring to
life, and picked it up. "Hello Dawson", said a bitter voice on the other
end of the line. It was Pacey.

"Hey Pacey!", Dawson said at he alertly sat up on his bed. "I'm so glad
that you called. I really need to talk to you about yesterday and work
this all out."

"I don't think that you're going to be happy about hearing from me
Dawson," Pacey heavily breathed. "You know the video that I stole from
your camera?". 

"Yes...", Dawson spoke, shifting uncomfortably. "I was hoping to talk to
you about that. Did you watch it?"

"Of course I watched it Dawson." Pacey snapped.

"I thought so...", Dawson sighed. "Pacey...listen...what happened was
just....I don't know what to say. It's just something that happened."

"I appreciate your in-depth explanation Dawson." Pacey said. "So....I did
something that also just happened."

"What are you talking about Pacey?" Dawson said. Something was up.

"Dawson....I don't know how to tell you this", Pacey sarcastically said.
Dawson could sense that this was all leading up to something very
unpleasant. "After I watched the video of you and my brother...I
just...well, I made a copy of it. And somehow....that copy just somehow
got sent to Cliff."

"What?" Dawson screamed. "You sent the tape to Cliff? Jen's Cliff?" 

"The very one." Pacey said on the other line. Even though Dawson could
not see Pacey, Dawson could tell that a big smile was pasted on his face.
"I left it on his doorstep just a few hours ago. Special delivery. I
think that he will be talking to you very soon Dawson. I hope that you
have fun! Ciao!". With that, Pacey hung up the phone. 

Dawson's hand shook as he placed the phone down. "Fuck!", he said softly,
then again much louder."Fuck! Fuck you Pacey!". Dawson didn't think that
he could react in any other way. Had he really done it? No....Pacey would
never do that. Pacey had been really angry, but he would never do
something as mean as that. He had just been really mad, and had told
Dawson he gave the video to Cliff to freak him out. It was just a really
mean joke, and nothing more. In just a minute, the phone would ring, and
Pacey would tell Dawson that he had just been joking. He was his best
friend. Or had he *been* his best friend?As Dawson waited by his phone
for several minutes, and as the shock began to slowly die down, Dawson
began to ponder that Pacey might actually be angry enough to really do
such a thing.

What if he really had sent it to Cliff? What would he do then? Man,
Cliff? Cliff was the one of most macho guys in the entire school, and he
didn't seem to like Dawson very much. He had been cordial to Dawson over
time, but Dawson was sure that Cliff saw him as nothing more than a
possible obstacle in getting with Jen. Cliff was so....well, Dawson was
sure that Cliff would not be one to stay quiet about this sort of thing.

 If Cliff did find out, then how would he act around Dawson? Dawson hated
to admit it, but he found Cliff very attractive. If Cliff found out, then
after he had humiliated Dawson in front of the entire school, Dawson was
sure that he was going to steer clear of him for the rest of his life.
Dawson would hate that. As much as he resented Cliff for all that he was,
Dawson could not help but be attracted. Cliff was a football player, and
that meant a hot body with a broad chest, and a hot ass topped off with
hot muscles. Dawson had more than once had to force his eyes away from
Cliff as he walked down the school halls, his brown hair, his sexy eyes,
his strong chin that was always covered with the bristly hairs from a
poor shaving. And Cliff knew that he was sexy. He often wore thin white
tee-shirts to school, ones that clung tighly to his firm chest and
muscles, that outlines his pecs and nipples. For the bottom half of his
body, Cliff often wore tight jeans that clung to his firm ass. Whenever
Cliff walked down the halls, an erection would always form in Dawson's
pants. More than once, Dawson had been forced to hold his folder close to
him in order to hide his excitement. While Dawson had learned how to keep
his eyes away from most of his school mates (as not to give his secret
away), whenever Dawson saw Cliff, it was almost impossible to do so. 
Dawson felt his tool stiffen as the images of Cliff filled his head.
Reaching into his boxers, Dawson have his cock a quick tug to readjust it
to a more comfortable position. He didn't feel much like walking the dog
after all that had happened.


Dawson's Cliff day-dreaming was suddenly brought an end when Dawson heard
a rapping on the door. Was it who he thought it was? Dawson thanked God
that both his parents were at one of his mom's work's annual television
broadcasting conventions. They would be staying in the capital city
overnight. If it was Cliff, it would be hard to explain what he wanted to
mumsy and daddy. After almost tripping downstairs, Dawson ran to the door
and peered out the eye hole. A gasp escaped his mouth as his eyes fixed
upon who was standing on his porch. It was Cliff. He had clearly seen the
video of him and Doug, and now had come to confront him, Dawson thought.
What would he do? Was he going to tell the entire school about Dawson?
Cliff had resented Dawson ever since he formed a relationship with Jen.
When Cliff had seen the video, Dawson bet that he had seen it as a chance
to get back at Dawson for annoying him in film class, as well as getting
in the way of the girl that he wanted to date. That fucking Pacey! How
could he have done such a thing? " I'm as screwed as I can be", thought
Dawson." My life had come to an end!" A million different horrible
thoughts ran through Dawson's head, each one causing his stomach to
wretch and his body to shake.

"Open the door Dawson," Cliff's gruff voice commanded, "I know that
you're in there Dawson. I think we need to have a little talk about a
little video, if you know what I mean." Dawson again brought himself to
look though the eye hole, and now saw the video clutched in Cliff's hand,
as he waved it back and forth, a devilish smile fixed upon his face. "If
you don't open the door right now Dawson," Cliff continued, "I may have
to go into detail how well I know how to use the TWO VCR's in my house.
I'm sure that Jen and Joey would like to see your little movie very much,
as well as every other student in Capeside."  Dawson felt his knees
buckle. He was trapped. That fucking Pacey had him trapped. He would have
to do whatever Cliff wanted. Perhaps he would have to do all his homework
for the rest of his life. Perhaps we would be cleaning the locker room
floor with his tongue. Whatever Cliff wanted, Dawson was going to have to
do. With a heavy sigh, Dawson opened the front door. "I thought that you
would see it my way," Cliff smiled, as he happily walked into the Leary
home. As usual, Cliff was sporting his thin white tee-shirt and skin
tight jeans. Dawson could see Cliff's nipples though the fabric, and
spotted a few chest hairs sprouting from the collar. Dawson felt his cock
stir the slightest bit.

"Dawson, Dawson, Dawson," Cliff smiled, holding up a video tape in his
hands. "Somebody gave me this present today, with a note attached
saying..."If you want to get Dawson, then this is how to get him". Well,
I couldn't help but be intrigued. After I watched the video, I knew that
I had struck gold. I had always thought you were a fag". Dawson flinched
slightly at the crude comment, but continued to listen. "You've been a
pain in my butt this entire year Dawson, and I think that from now on,
things are going to change around here."

"What do you want Cliff?", Dawson said meekly. He would have to be very
careful not to make Cliff angry.

"Hmm....what *do* I want," smiled Cliff. "That's a very good question
Dawson. There are so many things that I've wanted for a long time. And
now....it looks like I am going to get them."

"Like what?", Dawson asked, trying to control himself from breaking into
tears.

"Well, for starters....", Cliff said, as he began to pace around the
room, "I've always hated my Algebra homework. I think that you'll be
doing it for me the rest of the year. For seconds....I want you to wash
and wax and vacuum my car every weekend. You'll also be writing all my
papers in English Class, and in History. I'll also be wanting a
substantial cut of your Video Store salary. Things that any good *friend*
who keeps secrets deserves." The commands shuffled through Dawson's head,
as his feelings about the whole awkward situation began to form. What
Pacey had done to Dawson was crueler than anything he had ever
experienced, and it was making him angry. And now....here was Cliff,
being more an ass than Dawson had ever given him credit for. It was all
too much for Dawson to control. Dawson's face began to flush as the anger
boiled over, his mouth opening despite his mind's commands that he keep
Cliff happy.

"Fuck you Cliff", Dawson spurted, realizing his mistake all too late.

"What did you say?" Cliff said as his face exploded in anger.

"Nothing....", said Dawson.

"Oh you said something pal. I heard you!", Cliff suddenly walked forward
and pushed Dawson against the wall. Dawson's body slammed loudly against
the plaster as Cliff continued to walk forward, placing his arms on each
side of Dawson, pinning his arms against the wall. Dawson had forgotten
that Cliff had also been a member of the wrestling team. Cliff was bigger
and faster and stronger than Dawson. Dawson had made a *huge* mistake.
"You better watch what you say you little fucker!", Cliff yelled at
Dawson. "Unless you want that video to be made available to every person
in Capeside." Cliff's face was only inches from his captive's, his body
uncomfortably close. Dawson could feel Cliff's breath spread across his
face, and could smell his musky cologne. "I don't think that I like what
you said to me, Mr. Leary." Cliff said with a menacing face. "I don't
think that I like what you said to me at all."  Dawson found Cliff's
words difficult to listen to. The closeness of Cliff's hot body,  the
awkwardness of it all, his sweet breath brushing his face was too much
for him. Dawson's cock was springing to full mast , which became very
noticeable to Cliff through Dawson's thin boxers. Cliff's eyes traveled
down to the boxers, then traveled back up to Dawson. Dawson felt the
blood rush to his cheeks, and waited to Cliff to react to what he was
seeing. For what seemed like forever, Cliff only looked right back at
Dawson. Slowly, however, a sly smile began to spread across Dawson's
face. Suddenly, Cliff thrust his pelvis forward, pressing his body
tightly against Dawson's. Dawson gasped as his cock swelled at the sudden
friction and pressure. Through the thin fabric Dawson could also feel
Cliff's tool, which was clearly as hard as Dawson's. Dawson's mind began
to spin.

"I don't like what you said one bit...", Cliff continued, seeming to pay
no attention to the fact he was pressing his cock against Dawson's, "I
think I am going to have to shut that mouth of yours right now...". Cliff
locked his eyes into Dawson's and began to move his face forward.
Dawson's head instinctively tried to move back, but could not move. Cliff
moved in and pressed his lips lightly against Dawson's at first, then
pressed harder. Before Dawson realized what he was doing, he was inviting
Cliff's tongue in, letting it trash wildly inside his mouth. Cliff thrust
and searched every inch of the eager mouth, not letting go until his body
forced him to pull away and gasp for breath. As he pulled away, Cliff
released his hold on Dawson, and backed up. Dawson lurched his body
forward to the new freedom, stepping a few feet away from the wall. Cliff
was smiling, and once again locked his eyes onto the full mast displayed
in Dawson's boxers. "I knew that you wanted me Dawson," Cliff laughed.
"Pacey told me that you did."

"He told you WHAT?", Dawson gasped. "What was that just then? What's
going on?".

"I think that I can explain that", a voice said. Pacey stepped out from
the kitchen smiling. Cliff turned his head and smiled, welcoming the new
guest to the Leary home. 

"Pacey?", Dawson yelled. "What are you doing here? What's going on?". 

"Oh...I think that you deserve a little explanation," Cliff smiled.
"Pacey? Would you like to explain?".

"Well Dawson," Pacey said sporting a devilish grin. "I was so mad when I
found you with my brother. I didn't know what I was going to do. I saw
that tape in your camera and took it, because I had a pretty good idea of
what it had been filming. When I took that tape and watched it, I wanted
to kill the both of you. I've had to compete with my brother my entire
life, and I felt like now I was going to have to compete with him for
you. But, after I talked with my brother about what happened, I came to
understand that you didn't seem to have much say in what happened. I
couldn't be mad at you for that." Dawson shook his head in
disbelief...what was going on?

"I watched the tape again, and I know that my brother seduced you. You
would be crazy not to have given in on your body's urges," Pacey
continued. "My brother is hot, well, I know that he is hot to other
people, not me of course. That would be sick. I can just tell by the way
that people react to him that people find him attractive. But...I thought
about our relationship a lot, and came to the conclusion that if we were
both attracted to people, then we should both act on it to satisfy our
urges. But TOGETHER. Then I thought of Cliff. I knew that you wanted him,
and why the fuck wouldn't you? He hot!". Cliff began to blush slightly as
Pacey spoke. "I 've seen Cliff a lot in the locker room at school, taking
showers after practice, you know....since I had basketball practice, and
he had his sports too. Anyway, I used to watch Cliff because he was so
sexy, and I noticed that he would sometimes get an erection when taking
showers with the other guys. So, I decided to take a chance and give
Cliff a package."

"I opened my door, " Cliff said, taking on the story, "And found a note
saying "I you want to get Dawson, then watch this. If you know what I
mean by this, then give me a call....Pacey." Well....I certainly wanted
to get you Dawson. When I watched that video, I was in heaven. I'm sorry
about all the hard times that I've given you. I just couldn't deal with
the fact that I wanted to fuck a guy. I mean, I realized that the whole
reason I started hounding Jen to go out with me was so I could get close
to you.When Pacey gave me that video, I knew that he was aware of how I
felt, and maybe this was my chance to get what I wanted. So....I gave
Pacey a call."

"And I thought that we would all meet here." Pacey continued. "I knew
that your parents would be gone tonight, so what better chance? I want
this to happen Dawson, and so does Cliff." Cliff nodded in agreement. "Do
you want this Dawson?", Pacey asked.

Dawson remained silent for a long time, as his brain tried to take in all
that he had just heard. It was crazy. It was just simply crazy. But...it
sounded so good. "Why not?" , Dawson said, smiling. Pacey and Cliff both
gave each other a juvenile high five, which caused Dawson to laugh. 

"Why don't we celebrate this arrangement with a drink?", asked Pacey, as
he walked into the kitchen. Pacey then re-entered with a 24 box of beer.
Soon, each of them had drunk their share, and any inhibitations that they
had about the whole night before were now gone. Taking Dawson's hand,
Pacey led Dawson to the couch, and motioned for him to sit down. "Cliff
and I talked, and we want to, well, put on a show for you."

"Just watch Dawson," Cliff said, once again flashing his sexy smile.
Placing his hands on Pacey's shoulders, Cliff began to tug at Pacey's
shirt, and tossed it aside. Dawson's eyes scanned his lover's body, the
lightly tanned well toned chest, a thin outline of stomach muscles, the
small collection of chest hairs between his nipples and the thin circle
around them, the even thinner trail that went down his stomach. Pacey
then rested his hands on Cliff's chest and began to rip at the thin white
tee-shirt. Ripping the shirt away, Dawson leaned back at the sight of
Cliff. His chest was that of a greek god's. His pecs were firm and tight,
sexy brown chest hairs covered him, trailing down his stomach to his six
pack. Football and wrestling and all those sports had done their job to
create a body that once again caused Dawson's cock to leap to full mast.

Next Cliff began to tug at Pacey's shorts, and removed them. Pacey was
now left in his underwear, his erection well outlined by the thin fabric.
Bending down on his knees, Cliff then took the elastic band in his mouth
and pulled them down, finally releasing Pacey's erect cock, which sprang
to attention from it's nest of thick brown hairs at 5 1/2 inches. Dawson
shifted on the couch. This was almost much for him. His cock was
throbbing, demanding attention, and Dawson was forced to start rubbing it
through the fabric of his boxers. Pacey then pulled down Cliff's tight
jeans, which at once released his beautiful erect cock at 6 inches. "He
wasn't wearing any underwear, " thought Dawson. "That's what I had always
figured." Now that the two were undressed, Cliff motioned for Dawson to
rise and move to them, which Dawson gladly did. With his hands, Cliff
pulled down Dawson's boxers, which at last freed his 7 inch cock. 

"You were right Pacey," Cliff winked at Pacey, "Dawson does have a huge
cock". Pacey then came from behind Dawson, and wrapped his arms around
his body, placing his hands onto Dawson's chest. Cliff, from the front
bent down onto his knees and took Dawson's large cock in his mouth.
Dawson released a small moan of pleasure with the touch. First, Cliff
focused his mouth on the head, sucking with a mad eagerness of a passion
held back for too long. Slowly though, Cliff began to take in more and
more of the cock. Dawson moaned with great pleasure, his body beginning
to buck and move with the pleasure that Cliff' mouth was giving him.
Pacey was serving as support for Dawson, pressing his body against his
back, Pacey's erect cock resting between the cheeks of Dawson's ass.
Pacey's hands traveled up and down Dawson's firm chest, the sensual touch
arousing Dawson all the more. When Dawson pushed forward, Pacey also
pushed forward, the pressure of Dawson's ass cheeks sending wild
sensations throughout his body. Soon, Cliff was able to take in almost
all of Dawson's cock, his sucking becoming wilder and faster as Dawson's
thrusting became more eager. Dawson groaned and moaned with the
sensations of pure pleasure that the mouth was creating. Sweat trickled
down Dawson's chest, and the blood began to flush his body.

Dawson's body screamed for release, and before long, Dawson could not
hold back any more. A wild orgasm exploded through Dawson's body. Cliff
pulled his mouth away and allowed Dawson's waves of cum to shoot all over
his hairy chest. As the orgasm surged, Pacey thrust his pelvis forward to
give his cock the pressure it demanded. Knowing that he was going to have
to wait to be inside Dawson's ass, Pacey then backed away from Dawson and
used his hands to give his cock the final sensations it needed to send
Pacey over the edge.  Sensing what was coming, Dawson turned to Pacey and
caught the streams of cum shooting from Pacey's cock.

As the two orgasms came to an end, Cliff and Dawson laid down onto the
soft carpet, and allowed Pacey to lick the cum of their chests. After he
had finished with Dawson, Pacey moved onto Cliff. Licking the cum away,
Pacey matted down Cliff's thick chest hairs with his tongue. Cliff softly
moaned as Pacey took one of Cliff's nipples in his mouth and began to
suck, then moving onto the next nipple. While Pacey's wild tongue sucked
at Cliff's nipples, Dawson ran upstairs and returned with his jar of
vaseline. As Pacey continued to suck on Cliff's chest, Dawson opened the
jar of vaseline and scooped out a generous amount. Taking his hands,
Dawson rubbed the vaseline onto Cliff's erect cock, Cliff gasping at
Dawson's soft touch. When Dawson's lubing was done, Dawson then laid onto
his stomach, and slightly lifted his cute ass into the air. Pacey pulled
away from Cliff and motioned for Cliff to mount the hot young stud he had
wanted for so long. With some hesitation, Cliff bent down and placed one
of his hands onto Dawson's hip. Using his other hand to guide his tool,
Cliff entered Dawson, which caused Dawson to release a small grunt. With
time, Cliff began to enter more and more of his cock into Dawson, each
thrust causing him to release a loud moan of pleasure.

Pacey was not to be left out. Taking the jar of vaseline, Pacey spread
some onto his once again firm cock, and approached Cliff. With some
difficulty, Pacey was able to enter Cliff, who let out a small cry of
pain. "That fuckin hurts!", Cliff said. "Is this how it feels to you
Dawson?". 

"It only hurts for a short time, and then it's replaced by pleasure,"
Dawson said between his heavy breathing. Soon the three of them had
formed a rythym, thrusting and pulling together. Moans and grunts filled
the room, the cries of great pleasure. Sweat poured from all of them, the
musky smell of man filled the air, turning all of them on even more. The
thrusting became quicker and more urgent, their bodies commanding them to
give release. Soon, they could not hold back, and Pacey and Cliff both
exploded in orgasm together. Cliff let go a primal scream as his cock
began to shoot it's load. Waves of hot pleasure shot through their
bodies. After the orgasms were over, the three collapsed onto the floor,
and struggled to catch their breaths. 

"That was fucking awesome", Cliff said, then gave Dawson a quick kiss on
the lips."I never imagined that it could be like this". 

"Either did I," Dawson smiled, "But obviously someone did,". Dawson
turned his head to Pacey and winked. That night, the three of them slept
together naked on the floor.

THE END

Any Comments? Please! Kris Stevens <romyandmichelle@juno.com>