Date: Fri, 23 Dec 2011 23:28:28 -0500 From: Sean Williams Subject: The Trap Chapter 9 The Trap Chapter 9 "What I said before," Arun began, dripping wet as he stepped out of the shower. "It wasn't true." "What, baby?" asked Colby, following Arun out of the shower. He put his arm around him and kissed him on the neck. That was followed by a slap on Arun's firm ass, hugged tightly by the white towel. Colby pulled Arun closer to him. He wrapped his arms around him. "It wasn't true," Arun continued. "That... that wasn't my first time." "But you said..." "I know what I said, Colby," said Arun, cutting Colby off. Colby never let go of Arun and the young man felt warm in his big, strong arms. "I lied. I've done it before. You didn't have to worry about hurting me." Colby rested his head on Arun's shoulder. "I don't care," he said. Colby's face touched Arun's. "It doesn't matter. It's just so awesome to be with you. Even just in the same bed. I know you're a big grouch when it comes to your bed, my dude." "Colby, man..." "No, let me finish," Colby interjected. He looked at his buddy through the reflection in the mirror they faced. "You should know that you never have to do anything you don't want to do. I'm not a jerk. Alright... maybe I'm a rich, yuppie jock with a silver spoon up his ass, or something, a trust fund, and two private parking spots at Princeton, but I love you, man. You never have to worry about me doing you wrong." Arun turned around and looked Colby in the eyes. Had something changed? "But you know all that by now," Colby said, completing a thought. He hugged Arun and the young man hugged back. "I was hoping that you might want to ride my yuppie cock for half an hour as part of an... um... early morning rich boy sexual escapade, but if you don't want to, I totally understand, my dude." "Bro..." "I have an idea!" shouted Colby. "Let me make you breakfast!" "I don't really have a hankering for burnt... well, burnt anything..." "No, I won't burn it. I can throw down in the kitchen, my dude," said Colby. "Let me just run to the store and get the ingredients." An hour or so later... "You're gonna be late to work," said Colby, shoving a forkful of Canadian bacon down his throat. "I don't care," Arun answered. He had to admit that Colby made some mean flapjacks. "I wanna tell you something." "Oh my god!" Colby exclaimed, standing up and pushing the chair back in the process. Arun had to smile at how cute Colby looked in his tight rugby shorts and sporting two days worth of brown stubble on his chin. "You've screwed evil, rich white dudes before, haven't you?! I knew it! Let me guess... You've already had the entire Stanford crew team... and the diving team, too... That shouldn't really come as any surprise." "No, that's not it," said Arun. "Dude, sit down." Obediently, Colby sat down. "I want to tell you something and I just want you to listen. Alright?" "Yeah, ok," said Colby in a subdued voice. "Anything. You can tell me anything..." "Remember how I told you before that that wasn't my first time? I mean... last night... how last night wasn't my first time?" "Yeah. Um... that just happened. And? I'm so over it." "You're so over it?" laughed Arun. "Sooooo over it," Colby cooed. "Well, I wanna tell you about it," said Arun. "I feel like I have to, Colby. I need to tell you about my first time. It was... intense." Colby pushed aside his plate of food and rested his face pensively on his hands. His elbows were rested on the table. "Are you... um... all ears?" Arun asked. "I'm all ears." "So, like I said," Arun began. "You weren't my first. I wish I could give you that dubious honor, my dude, but, alas, another cock beat you to it." "Damn." "His name was Dunbar," said Arun, "and, honestly, there where times when all I would think about was this kid. It was definitely unhealthy, I can admit that now, but I was young..." "You still are, man." "I know, but you could say I was young and stupid," Arun said. "This Dunbar kid... I thought I would spend my life with him, the rest of my life. He was just an incredible guy. Dude, shut up, and just listen. It's not like I'm reading from Chapter 1 of Grapes of Wrath or something. I'm only twenty, my dude. This story isn't that long. I have lots of life left in me to live. At least I hope so. Anyways, this story isn't that long... "I didn't meet him at Stanford. This dude, Dunbar. Actually, I met him in Alabama. I probably never told you that I lived in Alabama before I moved to California. You didn't know that, did you? I was born and raised in Alabama; lost the accent on the six hour flight from Birmingham to San Fran, I guess. Yup, born in Alabama. I'm a small town boy and that's where I knew Dunbar, in my town. It's funny, my town is pretty small, only about twenty thousand people, and we went to mostly the same schools, but he never knew who I was until high school. It was like those movies where the girl is in love with the guy forever and he has no idea who the Hell she is and she's like 'But I've been sitting next to you in every class since first grade...' Not as bad as that, but until me and Dunbar fucked in the eleventh grade, he pretty much had no idea who I was. "Don't look like that, Colby. I used the f-bomb... I was referring to my hole... Grow up. But I digress, my dude. In spite of pretty much growing up with Dunbar, he had no idea who the fuck I was. He was pretty much your stereotypical Southern jock, kind of a big and handsome football player with a killer grin, but I always thought there was more to him than that. "Dunbar liver two houses down from me, by the creek. Where we live, there are lots of these like semi-swamps. That's what I used to call them: semi-swamps. Just like these small lakes with rivers and streams running into them surrounded by trees. People go out there to hunt and fish. Me and Dunbar lived on this dead-end road right by the creek. This may sound totally crazy, but I think Dunbar's Dad might have been the guy that spraypainted my family's house when I was five. Some hicks decided it would be awesome to spray paint the Indian family's house and my Dad walked out of the house one morning to find all kinds of stupid shit spray painted on the walls, the door. It was pretty bad. I always thought it was Dunbar's Dad, kind of a big, dumb country hick, but I always thought Dunbar was different. I don't know, I always felt like there was this look in his eye. He had these big, expressive brown eyes..." "Like yours?" asked Colby, interrupting. "No, not like mine," answered Arun. "Dunbar had these fucking amazing eyes. He was just the total package, at least that's what I thought when I was sixteen. I didn't really know I was gay. I mean, I knew. But, I didn't put that label on it. I just thought, some guys are really hot and I would totally love to see what their weiners look like." "Labels are stupid," said Colby. "Labels are stupid," echoed Arun. "Well, even though Dunbar came from a family of good ole Alabama bigots, I... I don't know. I loved him. Even before I really knew him." "How did he... um... finally, like, acknowledge you? I mean..." Colby struggled to find the words. "I know what you mean," said Arun. "Here's how it went down," and Arun's face assumed an excited expression and he sat up straighter in his chair. "My Dad had been planning my college career since I was a sperm racing up my Mom's pussy. Stop making faces. I'm serious. I think he probably read Advanced Calculus books to my Mom's belly when she was pregnant with me." "I had a feeling you were good at Math..." "Shut up, yuppie!" shouted Arun. "Well, my Dad figured that the icing I needed on the cake, that is... the perfect punch to my application to the venerated educational institutions of America was something sports related. Basically, my Dad forced me to join a sport in high school, even though I was your typical 110-pound high school weakling at the time." "You're not anymore," Colby noted. "No, but I still feel that way sometimes," Arun admitted. "After going down the list of all the sports my hick town offered, my Dad twisted my arm and got me to join the baseball team. Yup, baseball." Arun paused and flexed his arms for a grinning Colby. "That's where these bis come from. You know you love 'em. You can lick 'em later." "Now? Can I lick 'em now?!" "Colby, shut up. Anyway, I joined the baseball team and, seriously, I had to be, like, the only Indian baseball player in the fucking state of Alabama. It was a little ridiculous. But, actually, it turned out that I was good at baseball. Really good. Probably the best pitcher that the school ever had." "That's awesome," said Colby. "Really fucking awesome." "...I joined in the tenth grade," Arun continued, "and the coach seriously doubted that this little Indian kid could play so I never left the bullpen, but he played me starting junior year and I got really good. Good to the point that one of the big papers in Alabama did a story about me. I became a minor celebrity, if you want to call it that. At least, people sort of acknowledged me in a way that they never had before. At the end of junior year, I learned that I had lettered in baseball and I went to this dinner where all the jocks in town were being honored with awards and stuff." "And Dunbar was there..." whispered Colby. "And Dunbar was there. He was looking at me. He was at the table next to mine - we were all grouped around these big round dinner tables with cheap plastic table cloth - and at one point I looked over my shoulder and I saw him staring at me. I looked away and then I looked back and there Dunbar was, just staring. When our eyes met, he winked at me and smiled. Oh my god. My hand was resting on the table and it just started shaking. I was like 'Is he seriously looking at me? Why? What the fuck is going on?' My Mom noticed and she asked me if I was alright. I said I was, but I wasn't. My cock was so hard. Even if this jock wanted to lure me into an alley to beat the crap out of me... I don't know. No one had ever looked at me like that in this stupid hick town, and it wasn't just anyone, it was fucking Dunbar, the kid that I had been lusting at since my dick decided to start growing to enormous length and girth when I was ten." "Enormous length and...?" "Shut up. I didn't care if he wanted to beat me up. Dunbar was looking at me... This big handsome kid with puppy do eyes. Even his hair was handsome. Isn't that dumb? I didn't care what he wanted..." "Arun..." said Colby, with a softness in his voice. "Colby. I told you to just listen, so shut the fuck up, alright? Just listen. I'm sorry, man. Please. Just listen." Colby nodded and Arun continued: "So Dunbar was winking at me and my heart was beating a mile a minute. When I went up to get my letter, I tried so hard not to look in Dunbar''s direction because I probably would have had a seizure in front of the entire crowd. So I didn't look at him again, not then, but he came up and found me after the ceremony was over. I had walked outside of the restaurant and I was just staring down toward the creek by myself. I don't know what I was thinking. Probably something realy stupid. But next thing I knew, I could hear steps behind me. They got closer and then they stopped. Someone was standing next to me. I didn't look over, because I knew who it was. 'You hate it here, don't you?' he asked. It was Dunbar. 'I think you know the answer to that,' I said. 'I guess I do,' Dunbar said, 'but I love it here.' His voice had this hesitation in it like he was scared or nervous. I don't know. It was more amazing than I imagined. 'I love it here,' Dunbar said again. 'I wonder why...' 'Whaddaya mean?' And I thought I had pissed him off so I said something like: 'Well, I just meant that you're from here. Yous grandparents live down the road from you. You kinda belong here. People always look at me like "Seriously, what the fuck are you doing here?" Dunbar laughed and put his arm around me. 'I didn't know you swore,' he said. 'You sure can swear, too!' 'Shut the fuck up,' I said, and Dunbar laughed some more. 'It's too bad that you hate it here,' said Dunbar. 'This town isn't that bad, at least, well, if you hunt and fish like me. You should come deer huntin' with me sometime.' 'I'm a pacifist,' I said. 'You're a what?' asked Dunbar. 'You're from the Pacific? That's what I figured. I don't care where you're from. I think, I don't know... I think you're kinda cool and it's weird that we don't know each other.' That's when I explained to Dunbar that we had been going to school together since we were kids. Dunbar acted surprised, but I could see that he already knew that. I guess the key was that he had never had an interest in me before. Go figure. 'You wanna go for a walk?' Dunbar asked. 'But my parents are back there,' I said. 'I should meet them or they will flip their shit. They would seriously call the National Guard and demand a nationwide search if I was like five minutes late to supper.' 'Um... do you want me to tell them that I can walk you home? My parents can make it home without me,' and before I could say 'Hell, the fuck no!' Dunbar was running inside. I could see his body as he turned and ran into the restaurant. God, he had an incredible ass. And arms. It was like he had been carved by an evil lust god for me. I could not have dreamed up a more perfect person. Even the way his hair fell down a little bit over his face. I don't know. He was just such an awesome kid. Not long afterward, I saw the door swing open and Dunbar came back out. He smiled and shook his head. Honestly, I had watched him so much over the years that this was a move that I was so familiar with. 'Your parents were a little confused,' Dunbar said, 'but I explained to them that we just wanted to talk about school and sports or whatever. They agreed, but I wouldn't be surprised if they followed us all the way in their car.' 'You wouldn't be surprised?!' I asked. 'I would be shocked if they didn't follow us all the way in their car...' '...Now all I need to know is where you live,' said Dunbar. 'Two door down from you...' 'What?' Dunbar asked. 'I live two door down from you,' I repeated. 'Really? Oh yeah. I think I knew that. So, um you wanna go now?' I nodded and we headed away from the restaurant. I laughed at my parents with their faces glued to the window, watching me and Dunbar walk away. 'Wow, you really are a Mama's boy,' Dunbar said, playfully nudging me in the ribs with his elbow. 'No, I'm not,' I said. 'There's not necessarily anything wrong with that,' said Dunbar. 'I mean, at seventeen it's a little weird, but maybe where you're from that's normal.' 'I'm from here, asshole,' I said. Dunbar laughed again and his face turned completely red. 'Man, you swear like a whore runnin' outta church. You're funny, man.' Dunbar put his arm around my shoulders again and we walked like that for a good half a mile. This was an old county road and there were no people on the roads, most of the lights in the houses were out. People were sitting down to supper.' When Dunbar mentioned that he was surprised that I was good at baseball, I told him that I basically just studied the sport back to front until I knew everything there was to know. I watched a lot of tapes that my Dad bought. Dunbar patted me on the chest and said: 'That's how you have to do it, man. Game tape. My Dad makes me watch game tape, too.' It was a friendly gesture, but because it was Dunbar... I don't know, it became something totally different. I knew that something had happened, but I figured Dunbar probably didn't notice so why not ignore it? But a few seconds later I saw Dunbar's face turn white as a sheet. It was pretty weird. But then he smiled and his face turned all red. 'Man, your cock is hard,' he said, looking down at my crotch. 'What?' I asked. I was in complete disbelief, my dude. 'I said your weiner is hard, man,' Dunbar said. I looked down and, sure enough, my penis was sticking straight out and making a tent in my pants. 'Holy shit!' I said and I put my hands over my crotch. I know this all sounds... implausible, but it actually happened like this. Seriously. Just then, Dunbar leaned down and whispered in my ear: 'You're cute, you know that, right?' I thought he was making fun of me, so I didn't say anything. I just kept on walking. 'Look at me,' said Dunbar. I didn't want to, but I turned and looked at him. Looked up at him, honestly, because he was a good four or five inches taller than me. As I looked up at Dunbar, he bent down and kissed me on the forehead. 'You're awesome,' he said. I don't think I have to say that he spoke in an Alabama twang. I didn't know what to say so I set my eyes straight ahead and we kept on walking. He reached his hand over and patted me on the ass. Then he just rested his hand on my ass. My ass had gotten big and strong from the practices my baseball coach made us do. I had an awesome ass, and I knew it. So with Dunbar touching me, I suddenly had the urge to look around, worried that someone had seen that kiss and the other stuff, but there was no one in sight. 'I saw a picture of you in your baseball uniform in the paper,' Dunbar said. 'You looked real cute. I thought: "Hey, I know that kid!" I thought your name was Aaron though until somebody told me it was... um... How you say it?' 'Arun.' 'Yeah. Arun. Kind of a weird name.' 'Not really,' I said. 'I mean it's not Cody or Zeke.' 'Zeke? Ha ha. Ok. Um... it looks like we're almost home.' 'Yeah, looks like it,' I said, in response to this statement of the obvious. There it was. The still creek right behind us. It was weird. That thing never changed, but I felt like things were changing fast for me. I don't know. Most of my life in that town, I just wanted to leave, but that night that Dunbar walked me home, I didn't really wanna leave anymore. I used to day dream... and this is totally lame, I know, but I used to day dream about going to the drive-in with Dunbar. Yes, Colby. The drive-in. Some places still have those. I could see us... and this is really stupid... sitting with our heads touching. He could put his arm around me. It would just be nice. And now that I found out that he cared about me, everything just started accelerating. I could see us together. You know, just hanging out. Not even anything..." "Sexual." "Yeah, not even anything sexual. I just thought Dunbar was cool. Really handsome and cool and I wanted to be around him." "I know that feeling. Sometimes you meet someone and you just wanna be around them. Especially when your young..." "Exactly." "Well, what next?" asked Colby, calmly. "Well, outside the door to my house, Dunbar asked me if he could drive me home from school the next day. I usually just walked becuase it was only like two miles, but I said 'What the heck?' and we agreed to meet after practice. "Well, as soon as I walked out of the gym, I saw Dunbar waiting for me in his old baby blue Cadillac, with all the windows rolled down. Colby, you should have seen this kid. He was just so good-looking. I mean, it was ridiculous. And there he was, waiting for me. Lame, huh?" "No, that's not lame," said Colby. "You were only seventeen. We all had crushes like that when we were that age. Maybe your's was different because of your situation and your town and all, but I can relate, my dude. There's nothing weird about that." "So," Arun continued, leaning back in the kitchen chair, "I got in the car and me and Dunbar drove around. He didn't drive me home. I think you can figure out where this is going... No? Really? Wow, you're dense. Let's just say that by the time I finally got home it was dark and I was no longer an honest woman... Wait, am I saying that right? Anyway, we fucked in the back seat of his car, Southern style, with the crickets and coyotes in the background." "Coyotes, Arun?" asked Colby, in disbelief. "Really? Oh my god, and you make fun of me... Ha ha ha!" "Shut up, Colby. Anyhow, after we fucked, I cried in Dunbar's arms, I guess because I couldn't believe what I had done. He kissed me and told me that everything would be alright. I believed him. I really believed him. I remember him just holding me in his arms and I thought, if I die right now I would be happy. He took me home after that. "Well, a couple of days later, rumors started to fly around school that I... well, that I was a fag and that I gave really good head. Can you believe that? I didn't even give Dunbar a BJ we just fucked. But I guess it didn't matter what actually happened. You probably know about those locker room stories, you yuppie. I guess it must have been something like that. "Like I said, what actually happened didn't matter because Dunbar must have told some of his buddies that I was a great cocksucker. Yup. It was like a movie. Kids in school snickering as I walked past. All kinds of stupid notes and comments stuck to my locker. I had a few guys even grab my ass. "I got up the nerve to find Dunbar to ask him about it, because I just couldn't believe that he could do that and, you know what? As soon as he saw me walking toward him in the cafeteria, he pointed me out to a couple of friends and whispered something in their ears. They laughed. It was like someone had just punched me in the stomach. Hard. I wanted to reel over right there, but I didn't want to show that asswipe that I was weak. So I just stood there, staring at him. He winked at me and then made a motion with his hand and his mouth like giving a blowjob. The whole table laughed. That was it for me. I walked out of the lunch room, and then I walked out of the school." Arun looked down at the table. He shrugged, like tossing off a dead weight. "I transferred to a different school for the rest of junior year and senior year," he said. "Somehow I made it into Stanford and I managed to get another letter in baseball, too, senior year at the new shcool. I never saw Dunbar again." Colby sat silently, staring at the table. Arun thought he looked like his mind was somewhere else. "Aren't you going to say anything, white boy?" "I'm just sorry, Arun," said Colby. "I really wanna give you a hug, but I know you would just push me away. You... you are the coolest guy ever... I really mean that... and I can't believe that anyone would do that to you. I just wanna punch that guy. He has a dark soul. I wish I could just punch him. Didn't you ever want revenge?" "Success is the best revenge, my man," said Arun. He stood up and walked around the table to Colby. He clapped him on the shoulder. "I'm charging ahead, and I'm never looking back." "Whatever happened to him?" "To Dunbar? I don't know. I'm sure he's still super-hot, but not for long. He probably has some girl knocked up by now and he's probably gonna grow up to be just like his Dad. A whole family of fucking gorgeous retards. God, I was so fucking stupid." Colby got up and stood in front of Arun. He put his arms around him. "We're going to be alright, right?" he asked. "Us?" asked Arun. "We'll see, man. We'll see. Now if you don't get back in there and clean that fucking kitchen, there will be Hell to pay," and Arun turned around and slapped Colby's beefy ass. Colby bolted up and ran to the kitchen. "Yessir!" he yelled. Arun watched Colby head to the kitchen with a gleam in his eye. His smile faded. Arun knew he would have to skip town when Colby found out the truth. [To Be Continued.] [Happy Holidays...] [COPYRIGHT 2011]