Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2012 08:29:51 -0400 From: Sean Williams Subject: The Trap Chapter 18 The Trap Chapter 18 The biggest red Hummer to ever be seen in the State of Vermont rolled in front of a secluded hotel in the woods. "Happy Endings Bed and Breakfast," said a large and strongly-built jock as he stepped out of the vehicle, reading the sign. "Really, dude?" As the jock walked toward a cabin, the cabin door suddenly swung open and a ridiculously handsome young man wearing a black polo shirt and shorts stepped out. "Jonah, bro," said the young man, "you have no idea how happy I am to see you, man. You're a life saver." Jonah shook his head in confusion. "Um, where the fuck are we, Rider?" "I'll explain later," said Rider, handing his bags to Jonah. "Let's just get outta here." "This place is like right down the road from East Bumblefuck," said Jonah, throwing the bags into the rear of the Hummer. He clapped Rider on the back. "I don't know where I would have ended up if I made a `right' instead of a `left' at the maple syrup factory." Suddenly, Colby ran out of the cabin, Arun trailing behind him. "Rider, wait!" he shouted. "Where are you going? Dude, don't go." Rider did not turn back, but walked toward the car and opened the passenger side door. "Did you seriously drive a Hummer all the way from Princeton?" he asked Jonah. "What does this thing get, like 5 miles per gallon?" "Four," said Jonah. "Destroying the environment, four miles at a time. Ready to head back?" "Yeah," Rider replied. "Question." "Shoot." "Did you make the trip all in one night because you look pretty wiped out? I hope you didn't inconvenience yourself, bro. Did you really drive all the way up here overnight?" "Um... yeah..." said Jonah. "Sure. I did it all in one night." Jonah decided then and there that he would not tell Rider about a little sexcapade he had had the night before. In fact, Jonah had been asleep on the couch when he got the call from Rider the day before to come and pick him up. Rider had not told him then what happened, why he needed him to come so soon, but they were buds, so Jonah changed out of his pajamas, put on some jeans, and hopped in his Hummer right after he got the call. Jonah made lots of stops on the way: at Home Depot (to get a new shutter for his doggie door), at Navajo Burger to get a Tomahawk Triple Aneurysm Burger with Extra Feta Cheese, and at a Blockbuster once he made the decision that he had made so many stops and was taking so long with the trip that he would have to spend the night some place. If he was spending the night somewhere, he had to have something decent to watch. He decided to crash at a local motel and after watching the movie he rented (Capricious Caterpillar Women of Mars) he headed down to the motel bar for a drink before hitting the hay upstairs. After a few strong drinks, Jonah found it hard to watch the baseball game playing on the bar TV and he barely noticed when someone sat down on the bar stool beside him. Jonah did, however, hear a young man say: "Are you fucking serious, man? Just give me my fucking drink!" "I'm gonna need some identification, son," said the bartender. "Listen," said the guy, "my name's Derek and I'm a senior at the college down the road. We just lost the most important lacrosse match of the season and I'm fucking bummed. Please, man, just give me a drink." "I'm sorry." "Dude, it was my fault we lost the match. I really need a drink. I don't have any ID on me. Can you help me out, bro? I'm 23." Jonah suppressed a laugh. The kid talked a good game. It was probably true about the lacrosse game because Jonah noted that he wore lacrosse shorts and he had turf marks from grass on his legs, but there was no way in Hell this kid was 23. Twenty, tops. "Here," said Jonah, pulling a ten dollar bill out of his wallet and placing it down on the bar. "Let me get a Grey Goose on the rocks because I'm starting to get bummed that this kid lost his game. I'll drink to better times ahead for the fallen lacrosse hero... or some shit like that. Nothing worse than losing a big college game." "We don't have Grey Goose." "Fine. Whatever vodka you have then." The bartender shrugged and came back half a minute later with the murkiest looking vodka Jonah had ever seen. He was reluctant to offer it to the kid, but he looked like he needed something. After taking it down in one shot, Derek placed the glass down on the bar and shook his head. "I don't know how much you paid for that, but that's basically just moonshine. I wouldn't be surprised if bartender Joe made that concoction in the back in a wheelbarrow." Jonah laughed. "Probably the case, man. Was any of that true about the lost lacrosse match and all?" "Yeah, it was all true. Our season is basically fucked and most of it was my fault. I think I might have to lay low for the next few weeks. I wouldn't be surprised if Coach already put a hit out on my head." "Wow, is that how you guys roll around here?" "Basically, man. Lacrosse is big time in these parts." "Well, it can't be that bad," said Jonah. "It's just one match. It's not like you lost a leg or an arm or something. You'll feel better in the morning, my dude." "Not after that moonshine I won't. Fuck. I don't want to go back to my dorm. I seriously don't wanna run into anyone right now. You think I could spend the night with you?" Jonah coughed and looked at the lacrosse jock. "Um... excuse me?" He covered the growing bulge in his shorts with a carefully placed hand. "Can I crash with you for the night?" and Derek placed a strong, calloused hand on Jonah's muscular thigh. "Dude... I'm not..." "Neither am I," said Derek. "C'mon, bro. You're staying here, right? Let's head up to your room." Jonah had not done anything like what was about to happen before, in fact, he was about as straight as they come and had barely even looked twice at another dude, but something was happening. Something had changed. This kid Derek was muscular, about 6 feet tall with slicked back black hair; he was still a little sweaty from his game and had a look of needy desperation in his eyes. Jonah was a little drunk, a little horny, and all he could imagine was pinning this tight assed jock down and splitting him in two with his pulsating dick. He imagined pushing the handsome jock face down in the bed and pushing his dick as far down into his ass as it would go. He could almost feel the lacrosse stud's ass twitching around his throbbing cock. He could hear his soft moans in his ear. "Alright, let's go," said Jonah. Derek did not need any convincing, especially since it was his idea. As soon as Jonah closed the door, Derek was pulling off his shirt and pushing down his shorts. His dick slapped up against his abs with a loud smack. Jonah pushed him down on the twin-sized motel bed and began pulling off his own polo shirt. "I think this bed is too small for us, man," said Derek. "We might actually break the bed." "Shut up," said Jonah, consumed with lust. "Stop talking. I just wanna fuck. I wanna fuck you so hard." Completely naked, Derek turned over so that he was face down and ass up in the bed. "Fuck me," he said. "I wanna feel your dick inside of me." Before Derek knew what hit him, he could feel the full weight of Jonah's muscular 200-lbs against his back. With one arm, Jonah pinned Derek down on the bed. The bed creaked with their combined weight, and Jonah began shoving his dick into Derek. "Oh fuck," said Derek. "Dude... fuck... Ah! Fuck me! Oh my god! AHHHHH!" Jonah's dick was average length at about eight inches long, but it was unusually thick and the way that he shoved right up the lacrosse jock's tight, hairy asshole had the stud gripping the bed sheets. "You like that?" asked Jonah. "You like feeling my dick inside you?" "Oh, God, yeah," Derek cooed. "I had... I had no idea... Ah! I had no idea you would be so fucking huge! Fuck me! Fuck me senseless, dude! Make me forget that stupid fucking game!" "You want me to fuck you hard?" asked Jonah. "You want me to fuck you senseless? I'll fuck you senseless all right!" Jonah flipped the lacrosse stud over, without pulling his dick out of his ass, and laid down on the bed. Derek was riding him now and Jonah pushed him further down on his cock. "Giddy up, cowboy!" Derek waved his arm in the air like he was riding the prize steer at the rodeo and Jonah lifted his beefy body off the bed, fucking upwards into Derek's bucking ass. With one arm, Jonah forced Derek's body down against his own. Derek reached back and ran his fingers through the dense blond hair on Jonah's chest. "Fuck, I'm close," said Derek. "I'm gonna cum so hard." "Oh yeah?" asked Jonah. "I want you to cum on me, Derek. Cum all over my hairy chest." Derek slowly stepped down from Jonah's dick and positioned himself over Jonah's chest. Jonah licked his lips and squeezed his nipples in anticipation. "Shit! Here I come! Ah! Fuck! Ah!" Derek bathed Jonah's chest and abs in hot, sticky cum as a jolt like electricity coursed through his body. "Oh fuck! Oh my fucking god!" "I'm gonna cum, too!" said Jonah. "Fuck, man, I'm next." Without knowing what he was doing, Jonah opened his mouth wide and wrapped his lips around Derek's oozing dick. It was a spur of the moment decision. Really, not a decision at all, but a pure act of lust. With Derek;s dripping dick in his mouth, the first shot of hot cum spurted out of the short, fat dick of 6'4, brick shithouse Jonah Hammersmith. "Mmmmm," Jonah mumbled, his mouth full of dick and cum. "Dnnn temme mmm grrfffffrrr brbbbb thissss." "What?" asked Derek with a big grin. "I can't understand you. My cock is still in your mouth." Jonah playfully spit out Derek's cock and said: "Don't tell my girlfriend about this." "Um... I don't know your girlfriend, dude." "Oh yeah." "In fact, you never even told me your name. Not really fair, bro, since I told you my name was Derek." "I'm Jonah," said the Princeton jock, licking the last bits of cum from his lips and swallowing them hungrily. "Jonah Hammersmith." "So, yeah," Jonah lied. "I made the trip all at once. I didn't spend the night... at a motel or anything. No lacrosse guys involved. Nothing like that..." "Jonah, what the hell are you talking about?" Rider asked. "Nothing. Nothing at all. So... um...are you gonna tell me what happened and why the fuck I had to drive all the way up here?" "Jonah, chill out, man. I'll tell you on the way back to Jersey." Jonah shrugged and started up the car. Colby continued to approach. "Did you seriously call Jonah Hammersmith?" he asked. "Yep." "Rider, don't do this to me, man. What you saw... It's not what you think." Rider rolled down the passenger side window. "Oh, so I didn't see you tongue wrestling Arun then." "No, that part is what you think..." Colby began. "I don't know what happened. It didn't mean anything. I didn't even know that he was coming." "Why is he here, Colby?" Rider asked. "Dude, I don't know. It's Arun. He just does whatever the fuck he wants. I don't know... He says he wants me to go back to California so I can take down Gruder" "And..." "And I don't give a shit about that," said Colby. "You know that." Rider had to admit that Colby, shamefaced and wearing only a wifebeater and shorts, looked pretty irresistible right then. Rider's heart told him that he loved the big idiot, but he had begun to realize that their lives were carrying them in different directions and that their stars were misaligned. They did not seem to be meant for each other as Rider had initially thought. "This just wasn't meant to work out," Rider began. "When I first saw you on my doorstep all those weeks ago, I was so happy. I thought `Finally, he showed up! The man of my dreams right on my doorstep' But I was wrong. I love you, man, but I don't think you can ever feel the same way about me as I do about you. It's time for me to move on. Go back to California with Arun, Colby. Move on with your life. Get your father's company back. That's your destiny, bro. You and me... we had good times, but it just wasn't meant to be. I'm sorry, man." "Rider, don't do this to me." "Colby, you and Arun can drive the car back to Jersey. You can stay in the beach house as long as you need to, until you're ready to head back to California. I'll just stay at Jonah's place." Jonah gave a nod of friendly recognition to Colby, who he knew from Princeton. Colby, heartbroken, ignored it. "Rider, don't do this. I need you, man. I need you so much right now." Rider made no reply. He turned to Jonah. "Just go, man," he said. "Rider..." Colby whispered as the Hummer pulled away from the cabin. A few moments later, Colby felt an arm on his shoulder. "Let's go back to Cali, man," said Arun. "Now is the time. We don't have long to stick it to Gruder. We have to act now." Colby, head down, said: "Alright, Arun. You win. Let's go back to California." He handed him the keys. "You can drive." Arun walked back into the cabin to get Colby's bags. When he emerged from the cabin again, he was followed by Dr. Janus. "It's a shame you guys are leaving so soon," said Hugh Janus, Harvard professor. "I was looking forward to the company. Are you sure you don't want to rest for a little while before you hit the road again?" "I'm exhausted, Arun," said Colby. "Maybe we should just spend the night here. I mean, it's already paid for." "Yes, spend the night," said Professor Janus. "I've been so lonely lately and you boys are just what the doctor ordered. We can have a steamy night together, just the three of us. And if you wouldn't mind giving me your friend's number, perhaps I can meet reconnect with him if I happen to be driving through Jersey..." "You know what," said Colby, walking toward the professor and brandishing a fist. "Fuck you!" Arun held Colby back. "If it wasn't for horndogs like you, me and Rider would be fine! All I wanted was for us to be together and guys like you keep fucking it up!" "It's not worth it," said Arun. "Let's get outta here." Colby shook his head and followed Arun to the car. [TO BE CONTINUED] [Thanks for the support, dudes, and e-mail me with comments and corrections. Also: http://robotsinmasquerade.blogspot.com. Later, bros.]