Date: Thu, 5 Jun 2014 14:30:57 -0500
From: Douglas West <brawlinauthor@gmail.com>
Subject: Brawlin Chapter 5

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All things in this story are completely fictional any resemblance to actual
events, people or places are completely coincidental.

Thanks!

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5

Josh-

Josh sat in his Algebra class, unable to pay attention to anything
Mrs. Heart was saying. Nervousness ran through him like static. Each time
someone spoke to him he waited for "so you were spying on Rob Tilton in the
shower?" to be the next thing out of their mouth. Yet, to his surprise and
despite his nervous tendency, no one had said a word to him. Just like
every day had been for the past two weeks, no one gave him a second glance,
and for the first time he was absolutely thankful for that fact.

"You ok man?" Luke said, leaning over from his seat adjacent Josh's own. It
was the first time he had been on time enough to get a seat in the middle
of the room near Josh. Most days Luke was ten to fifteen minutes late. Josh
figured that he was really worried about him if he made such an effort to
be punctual today.

"Yeah man I'm fine, just got a lot on my mind. Kind of nervous about
tonight's game and match and all." Josh replied, fumbling over his words as
he tried to come up with a coherent lie.

"You just didn't show up to our practice last night after football was
over. I thought something might be wrong."

"Oh, sorry about that bud. I just... had to get my mom's car back to her
and then she asked if I wanted to go out to dinner. I couldn't say no. I'm
sorry I should have texted you."

"It's cool man, just calm down, breathe. Everything's gonna be fine. I've
got you paired against some junior from North tonight so it won't be a big
deal. You'll kick the shit out of him I promise! You've improved so much in
just a week! All you needed was a little fine tuning." He whispered,
smiling at Josh boldly. Josh knew that Luke was proud of him and his
progress. It made him feel good, even if he knew Luke was only using
him. Josh couldn't exactly call it using, he guessed, because it was more
of an agreement between the two. Luke would train Josh to get back at Rob
and Josh would join Luke's roster. Win, win for both. At least it seemed
that way on the surface.  But Josh couldn't shake the feeling that there
was something more to it than that. He didn't trust Luke, and trusting
wasn't something that was difficult for Josh.

"Thanks man..." Josh replied, he leaned down to look at his text book, as
if he was actually keeping up with what Mrs. Heart was referring too in the
chapter. He just couldn't keep up the charade conversation. Every time he
let his mind wander it landed on the shock in Rob's eyes and the genuine
surprise etched in every feature of his face.  Josh didn't think Rob
capable of such a reaction. He hadn't really thought him capable of what
he'd witnessed in the shower either for that matter. To think of stone cold
Rob Tilton fingering himself in the locker room showers, it was so odd to
think about in retrospect, up until that moment Josh had believed ice ran
through Rob's veins.  What was worse, every time he closed his eyes, he saw
the perfectly shaped mounds of Rob's ass rhythmically tensing and loosening
with each thrust of his finger. Josh would never forget that. In fact, the
things he was sure he was going to face might actually be worth going
through, just for that memory.But Rob had said his name, hadn't he? Hadn't
he said 'Josh' just before he came? Or rather, just before they came.

Josh just couldn't be sure... It was all too complicated.


Rob-

Fifty-five, fifty-six, fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty, one,
two... he had been counting like this for twenty minutes, watching the
minutes change on the clock of his truck each time he made it to sixty. It
was his safety net, he always counted when his nerves got the best of
him. Clocks, ceiling tiles, steps, usually his counting fix consisted of
running for exactly forty-eight minutes each day and counting his calories,
whether bulking or cutting, exactly. But he always needed more when he
became nervous, the urge coming over him like a wave and pestering him like
an itch. He'd attempted to breathe the way that he was taught, to relax
himself, bring himself to equilibrium. But it never worked. The only thing
that seemed to work was whiskey. Yet even that was somehow drawn into his
counting compulsions tonight. One shot every five minutes, one sip of his
gentleman jack and diet every minute on the dot. It was only just now
starting to work its magic, as he felt the warmth of his fourth shot spread
out slowly as it slid down his throat.

How could he face Josh? He'd heard Rob say his name, Rob was sure. But Josh
had cum too hadn't he? Wasn't that cum he'd found on the floor where Josh
was hiding behind the doorway? He hadn't imagined that... Josh had been
watching him. He had cum watching him. The thought made him tingle and that
scared the shit out of him. He didn't need that, he didn't need that
temptation, he told himself over and over.

Thirty-three, thirty-four, thrity five... a sip every thirty seconds now.

It was pitiful, Rob thought, sitting in his truck, hiding away from
everyone, listening to silence. He just wanted to get drunk. It was so much
easier when he was drunk. He didn't have to think about what he should
do. Just like tonight... he knew what he should do. It was only a matter of
actually doing it. But the more he drank, the more he didn't care.


Josh-

He found himself on the edge of the woods, slowly drifting away from the
crowd and the bonfires, toward the darkness surrounding their little
fighting ring. He had arrived only an hour ago, as soon as the game had
finished they were piling into Luke's car and heading to the middle of
nowhere, twenty miles outside of Rockshire. He had barely had time to
shower and he'd never felt so exhausted in his life. But as soon as he'd
entered the clearing here in the woods, the thrill of the fight had filled
him. The setup alone was incredible, the fires were manned in a triangle
halfway between the center of the clearing and the edge of the wood. Within
that triangle the spectators filled out to watch each match, forming a make
shift ring for the fighters to step into. Josh himself had just stepped
into that ring only moments before. And he'd won.

He'd won. He'd actually won, Luke had been right, he totally whipped the
shit out of the kid he'd faced. He looked down at his shaking hands as he
continued to walk towards the endless darkness of the surrounding woods, he
felt awful, yet he also felt good. He didn't know what to make of it. On
the one hand, it felt so wrong to hurt another human being. Yet, on the
other hand, he'd never experienced such a feeling of pure triumph. He'd
won, not with a team as he had earlier on the field, but by himself. No one
else could share in this victory. It was all his. The he couldn't keep from
asking himself over and over "is it supposed to feel this good?" should it
scare him to feel so good?

Everything had faded for him while he'd been out there. His anxiety about
Rob, his stress over school and even his burning desire to knock Logan
Dulls teeth in, had all flown out the window. He hadn't even heard the kids
name, over the anxious pounding in his own chest, before they'd begun. All
he'd felt was the heat of the fire on his skin, damp from sweat, and the
gleam in his opponents eyes. Those eyes, he thought back, they were green,
but nothing like Rob's, nothing like the eyes he'd locked on to yesterday
in that shower.

The chilled air was beginning to wrap itself about him as he continued to
walk. He had no idea where it was that he was headed, realizing now that he
was suddenly immersed in the shadows of the tree line, the fires of the
clearing just barely visible in the distance. He looked up to see a half
moon floating quietly above his head. He was just beginning to think about
heading back as he stared up into the sky, until he heard a branch snap
somewhere in the night. It startled him, but not enough to make him think
it was anything more than some nocturnal creature wandering the woods. That
is, he'd thought that until he felt the breath on the back of his neck and
the arms wrap around him from behind. Josh felt a warm length of a body
press against him as a hand covered his mouth. He tried to scream but just
before he could he felt soft whispers at his ear: "shhhh" it said, softly.

The warm breath flowed against Josh's cheek, laced with the strong scent of
whiskey and cinnamon. Immediately Josh knew who the person behind him
was. It was Rob. He began to struggle as the realization dawned on
him. This was it, he thought, Rob was going to offer up his payback
now. Rob would drag him further into the woods where no one would hear him
scream and have his lackies join in. How had he been so stupid as to wander
off by himself? Eventually, he broke free, despite Rob's tremendous
strength, spinning around to face his attacker head on.

"What the fuck are you doing?!?" Josh yelled, "If you brought me out here
to jump my ass I swear to god Rob I will..." He suddenly forgot everything,
absolutely everything, as he felt warm lips press up against his own. For a
moment, he almost reared back in disgust, as if somehow by kissing the man
before him was somehow declaring his sexuality to the world. But it felt so
right. It was all he could think of as he let his lips part, just slightly,
so that the tip of Rob's tongue could slip past. He had kissed girls, and
for all intents and purposes it felt exactly the same physically, but
somehow this was something else entirely. It felt, for the first time in
his life, as if he was doing what he should. It was such a shock to him
that he felt as if he had forgotten how to kiss. As if a camera crew was
going to pop out at any second and tell him he was on some reality
show. And just as quickly as it began, it was over. Rob's head was backing
away slowly and Josh's fears went into overdrive with every inch it moved.

They stared at each other for a moment, Rob looking embarrassed. Josh was
sure that the shocked expression on his own face wasn't helping at all, but
he couldn't help it, he was shocked.

"Was that... was that your, y'know, first time?" Rob finally said.

"Kissing? Fuck no!" Josh said, defensively.

"No, no... I mean, y'know..." Rob stared at him as if he should know
exactly what he was referring too but Josh didn't have a clue. He cocked
his head to the side questioningly as he stared into Rob's eyes.

"I mean with a guy." Rob spit out, almost painfully, it made Josh wonder
what had happened to the confident little spit fire who had kissed him just
now.

"Oh... that, yeah, it was" Josh felt himself blush, "you?" he desperately
hoped Rob would say yes. Though he had no idea why. It was almost comical
how they were having this conversation. As if they had just done something
completely normal.

"Yeah..." Rob looked down at his feet, "I really liked it" He whispered.

"So did I" Josh said, feeling the sense of serenity he had felt when Rob
had first leaned in surge back through him.

"You did?" Rob looked back up surprised.

"I mean, yeah... you couldn't tell?" Josh only now became aware of the
predicament he had growing in his pants. He attempted to adjust himself
casually, not wanting to freak Rob out, but to his dismay Rob's eyes were
following his hands every move. And to Josh's relief Rob pressed himself
back to him, closer this time than even before.

"I was thinking of you..." the hot whiskey breath hit his ear again. Josh
hadn't drank a single drop tonight and yet he felt more drunk than he ever
had in his entire life. The confident little spit fire was back. "I would
ask if you liked what you saw... but I'm positive you did" Rob grinned,
before launching back at Josh's mouth roughly.  It was as if he was being
cornered by an animal, Josh thought, as Rob pressed him up against a nearby
tree. "You were stroking, right there along with me, you were stroking
yourself, weren't you?" His words came in short bursts between kisses. Josh
tried to speak but nothing came. His mind was in sensory overload from the
lips against the skin of his neck and the hard grinding thrusts of Rob's
waistline against his own.

"Just tell me..." Rob said, between the tiny bites at Josh's neckline,
"that you're as into this as I am?" Rob was caressing Josh's bare chest
now, still shirtless from the match he'd just won, nibbling at the area
just above his right nipple. How did he expect Josh to answer him? He
couldn't answer with words. He grabbed Rob by the collar of his button down
shirt, spinning him around so that he now was backed against the tree. Rob
looked surprised, his eyes wide with curiosity. Josh wanted to show him
that he was more into it than anything he'd ever experienced in his
life. He needed to show him that he wanted him. God did he want him.

He began kissing Rob's neck as his hands fumbled with the belt and buttons
of his jeans. He wanted to touch it, needed to touch it, as if his life
depended on it. He'd felt it against his thigh when Rob pressed him into
the tree and from that moment he'd known he needed to feel it. He looked up
to see Rob's head arched back against the oak. His eyes were closed,
breathing heavy as Josh began to stroke him. It felt incredible, like
nothing he'd ever felt before, even if he had his own equipment between his
legs, it still felt completely different. It was as if by holding his cock
he held all of Rob in his hands. He was just about to pick up the pace when
suddenly Rob caught his arm. He noticed Rob staring off into the distance
toward the direction of the clearing.

"What's up?" Josh said, fearing that someone might be coming their way.

"I see lights" Rob said, still holding Josh's arm in place, not allowing it
to move, but not removing it from his dick either.

"It's just the fire, man..." Josh said, anxious to return to what they had
just been doing. Josh leaned in to kiss him yet again, Rob didn't resist
him, but just as their lips touched Josh heard a buzzing from the bundled
jeans about Rob's ankles.

"Fuck... Do you mind?" He smiled, beckoning Josh to fish the phone out of
his jeans for him.

"Ignore it" Josh said, back at Rob's neck again.

"Josh, trust me, something is wrong. Just get the damn thing." Josh found
it quickly, handing it to Rob begrudgingly, because honestly, he'd rather
have thrown it into the woods for interrupting their moment.

"Hello... what? Seriously?" he said, staring at Josh wide eyed. "Ok, thanks
buddy, stay outta trouble." Josh shot him a questioning look as Rob quickly
pulled up his pants, took him by the arm and began guiding them further
into the woods.

"Rob? What's wrong buddy?" Rob stopped them immediately at Josh's words.

"Don't call me that" He said, grinning at Josh as he spun around to kiss
him softly, "I don't want to be your buddy" and at that they were off
again.

Josh was beginning to realize just how drunk Rob was. At first he'd thought
he was only a little tipsy, but as they fumbled through the woods, Rob
stumbling and cursing as they went, he realized it was much worse. It made
him feel as if he had taken advantage of Rob, even if he knew that was
ridiculous, but still the feeling was there.

"Rob are you going to tell me where the fuck we're going?"

"The match got raided, we're going to my truck. This is Sam's property and
it backs up to mine. I'm parked on my side of the woods."

"Raided? What the hell does that mean?"

"Raided as in cops and they were searching the woods."

They came to the edge of the tree line and just as Rob had said, his truck
- a black Chevy pickup, was there awaiting them. Josh hesitated on what
exactly to do. He knew he couldn't go back into the woods, but, what would
happen if he went with Rob? He'd have no way of getting home and he didn't
exactly trust Rob even if he had just shoved his hand down the guys pants.

"Getting in?" Rob called from the illuminated area beside the truck where
the driver side door he had just opened stood ajar.

"You're drunk..."

"It's a field Josh" Rob said, smiling as he nonchalantly unbuttoned his
jeans and began to piss. Josh hadn't noticed until just now that Rob wasn't
wearing any underwear. It immediately made his softening dick rock hard
again. It was masculine, confident and just plain hot as hell. His desire
to have his hands on Rob again returned with a fury as he slowly approached
him, stalling his pace just enough to reach him as he was giving his now
flaccid dick a shake. Josh caught it, slamming Rob up against the side of
the truck, as he planted a furious kiss on the guys lips. Again, Josh
wasn't resisted.

"God damn that feels good" Rob sighed as he stared up at the starry sky
above their heads. Josh felt Rob's strong arms wrap around his own broad
shoulders as he was forced closer in to Rob. "Come home with me..." He
whispered in Josh's ear, "Don't think about it just say yes."

"Yes." Josh said, before he could even think.

Rob fished Josh's hands out of his pants to place the keys in it instead,
"Since you're nervous" he said, flashing that smile at Josh.

"I don't know where I'm going!" Josh said, as he watched Rob move around to
the other side of the truck.

"I'll show you." Josh heard him say as he climbed into the driver's seat to
sit beside Rob.

Sure enough they eventually made it, with absolutely no help from Rob,
considering he passed out in the passengers seat within two minutes of
getting in. Josh let him sleep though as he gathered his thoughts. He
wasn't sure what he was doing. It was exciting, fun and fuck if he didn't
like, no loved, kissing Rob. But, wasn't this the same guy he wanted to
beat the shit out of? Wasn't that what he trained every single day for?
Wasn't this man, who looked so peaceful sleeping beside him, his enemy? He
knew it sounded dramatic, but it was true wasn't it? He just didn't know.

As soon as they neared the house though, Josh's worries melted away. He
woke Rob up to ask where he needed to park the truck and he was met with a
cheshire grin, "here is fine. Race you to the pool!" Rob exclaimed as he
jumped from the passenger seat and bolted up the small incline to the
houses back patio. Josh shook his head as he watched the blonde bounce his
way across the back yard. He couldn't help but wonder if this was even the
same person. Up until an hour ago he hadn't thought Rob capable of smiling,
much less acting like a giddy schoolboy, but Josh wanted more. Whether Rob
was his enemy or not, Josh wanted to keep seeing that smile.

"You know, the last time I was here you were kicking my ass in this very
pool." Josh said, as he approached the edge of the pool. Rob was already in
the water, his skin glittering in the pools golden underwater light, as
naked as the day he was born.

"Do you hate me?" Rob said in reply. Josh was shocked by the question. It
was as if Rob had been reading his mind in the truck. But Josh wasn't so
naive as to fall into Rob's games. He'd fallen into them before and even if
he wanted to hook up with him it didn't mean that he trusted him. At least
that's what he kept telling himself.

"What do you think?" Josh asked.

"I think that you joined Luke's roster... you obviously are interested in
payback." He said, moving to the pools edge, resting his elbows on the
ledge.

"Wouldn't you?" Josh said, desperately trying to keep his body language
under control. He wasn't enjoying the fact that this conversation was
turning serious. He wanted the giddy school boy back not the arrogant
prick. Although, at this point Josh wasn't really sure if payback was
something he was interested in. Maybe it never was. Maybe all along he had
been more interested in finding out why: why they fought, why they brought
him into it all, why Rob always looked sad.

"I would... but I'm not so sure that joining Luke's roster is the best way
to do that." Rob said, staring at Josh with his usual determination. Though
this time, at least, the icy gleam was gone.

"Isn't that just like something a rival would say?"

Rob gave a slight hmph before replying, "Luke Gallow is no fucking rival of
mine."

"Really? That isn't the way he tells it." Josh said, satisfied with the
fact that he was holding his own with Rob for the first time.

"Not surprising, but I'd have to consider someone an equal before I'd
consider them a rival."

"And Luke isn't an equal?" Josh said, agitated at the arrogance in Rob's
tone.

"He's a piece of shit, Josh" Rob said.

"Compared to what? People who invite you to a party and then stab you in
the back? At least Luke has the decency to do it from the front." Josh
said, his agitation boiling over into anger.

"Do you always get mad so easily?"

"Do you just act like your better than everyone or do you actually believe
it?" Josh watched as Rob's expression of confidence faded to sadness.

"I'm sorry..." Rob said, pausing for a moment as he closed his eyes, "It's
just that... I don't like you around him."

"Jealous?" Josh said, causing Rob to roll his eyes.

"If he finds out that you're, y'know, gay... just be careful" Rob was
struggling to get his words out. Josh found it so strange, because
normally, he was such a smooth talker. His worry though touched Josh
somehow.

"It isn't like I trust him... I don't trust anyone here, not really." Josh
sighed.

"That's probably a good idea." Rob said, still looking sad.

"Especially not you" Josh continued, with a grin, causing Rob to chuckle.

"That's probably a good idea too. Are you getting in or are you going to
stand there all night?"

"I don't exactly have a suit." Josh said, cocking an eyebrow up.

"You're making excuses..." Rob replied.

"Isn't it cold?"

"It's heated. Please come in." Rob pleaded.

"Fine... turn around." Josh said with squinted eyes.

"Something to hide Tex?"

"I have an 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours policy' and you didn't
show me yours."

"I think I did a lot more than just show you mine."

"Around..." Josh said, crossing his arms.

Rob laughed, turning around only to prop himself up in order to take a
seat, facing Josh, on the pools ledge. Rob left his legs spread wide,
leaning back to rest on his arms, allowing for his entire body to be on
display. Josh took all of him in just as he had that day in the
showers. Only this time he relished in being able to see the man from the
front, the dusting of hair on his forearms and legs, the treasure trail
leading down to the trimmed golden flecks around his semi hard cock, his
button nipples, and of course the beautiful set of low hanging balls
resting in a bunch on the pool side. He was so beautiful. Josh could have
just sat there staring all night.

"I've shown you mine..." He said, as Josh slowly began unbuttoning his
jeans, inching them down his waist.

"You're bigger than me" Rob said once Josh was fully naked. Josh wondered
what he meant. He looked down to the hard as steel dick between his legs,
thinking about how he should have been embarassed. Strangely though, he
felt completely comfortable being on display for Rob.

"I think you're perfect." Josh blurted out before his brain registered what
he was about to say. His proclamation brought about a pained expression on
Rob's face. It was only there for a moment but it was painted plain as day
for Josh to see. Rob sifted through the water to the steps of the shallow
end. Josh wasn't sure what he had said, but whatever it was it had changed
Rob's mood for the worse.

"Rob?" Josh said, afraid that Rob might be getting out for good. He didn't
want him to leave. He made his way around to Josh, walking by him casually
as if heading for the pool house, "Whatever asshole" Josh said.

Suddenly Josh felt naked heat at his back, pressing against him as they
slid through the air. Josh could do nothing as Rob tackled him into the
water below. Josh felt himself flounder in the water in a desperate attempt
to surface and Rob was still there, pressed near to him when they floated
to the top, grinning just as he had in the truck. Josh found himself
wishing that Rob would smile like that more often.

They laughed and sputtered as they wrestled in the water for what seemed
like hours. Josh realized, as they played, that this was what he had longed
for, ever since he had moved to Rockshire, someone he could simply have fun
with. The kissing and naked water wrestling were certainly great bonuses,
but, more than anything, it was the company that he was most thankful for
presently. Or at least it was, until Rob suddenly stopped, drawing himself
in only centimeters from Josh's face.

"I'm so glad I kissed you." He said, pressing his fingertips against Josh's
cheek.

"You can do it again. I, I wouldn't mind." Josh said quickly, feeling the
hard length of Rob's cock push against his thigh as their bodies began to
touch. Josh reveled in the feeling of the heavy breathing against his
cheek, the pressed heat of their chests mingling in the water, the
smoothness of Rob's shoulders as Josh rolled them in his palms. He became
lost in the kiss, their pruned lips and wet noses flitting against one
another's, as he began to grind into Rob harder.

He felt carnal need and desire creep up his spine as they made out. Shivers
rolled through his body as he touched his fingertips to the nape of Rob's
neck, massaging the soft tissue there. He wanted to feel more of him as he
moved his hands down, over Rob's shoulders, down his back to his ass where
he cupped each perfectly sculpted mound. Josh felt as if he were getting
high off of Rob's scent, his sweet zesty cologne mixing with the lingering
woody smell of the bon-fires, it was heavenly. He was so high in fact, that
he couldn't be sure where the groans he was hearing were coming from,
himself or Rob. Either way, he didn't care, Rob wasn't pulling away.

"I could eat you alive." Josh said, moving from Rob's mouth to kiss the
muscular gap between his neck and shoulder.

"Mmmm, is there anywhere where you aren't hairy Josh Holt?" Rob said
grinning as Josh felt delicate fingers mingling with the peach fuzz of his
ass cheeks.

"Wouldn't you like to know." Josh growled as he snatched Rob by the wrists
and backed him into the corner of the shallow end. "Your hands stay here."
He commanded pinning Rob's hands behind his head. He felt the roughness of
stubble on stubble as he went in for another round of kisses causing Rob to
moan.

"Is this what you wanted Rob?" Josh asked as he began to play with Robs
nuts beneath the water, amazed by their smoothness, so much different than
his own. "Do you want me to keep touching you like this? Does it make you
feel good?" Rob only nodded his head softly in response.

"I need to hear it Rob. Tell me you want this." Josh said through gritted
teeth. He wanted desperately for Rob to want it. He, like Rob in the woods,
needed to hear that he was as into it as Josh was. He needed to know that
it was honest. That it was what they both wanted - that despite whatever
may come, this moment, was honest to a fault.

Rob stayed silent for a moment, Josh bowed his head turning to leave until
his wrist was caught, "Yes... yes I want this."

It was all that Josh had needed to hear as his hands moved to cup Rob's ass
again, hoisting his legs up. The move surprised Rob, his body going rigid
in Josh's hands.

"I can't do that Josh..." He spoke quickly as he tried to pull away from
Josh. Josh used his left hand to firmly keep him in place, putting force on
his ass which caused their cocks to grind together again.

"Trust me" Josh said consolingly, stroking Rob's cheek with his now free
right hand. "I would never hurt you" He added, as he let his right hand
linger down Rob's chest and abs straight to his cock. He used his left
hand, still at Rob's ass, to hoist Rob up even higher allowing his calves
to rest on Josh's shoulders. He began stroking Rob vigorously, smiling as
he watched the man squirm, his midsection floating in the water caught
between the wall and Josh. Josh took the opportunity to dip down lower into
the water, placing Rob's legs around his head, allowing him access to kiss
and taste Rob's incredible sack. It tasted wonderful and he had the urge to
taste it fully. He contemplated going for it, simply taking Rob in his
mouth, but a blowjob was something he had only seen in porn and he wasn't
sure how comfortable Rob would be with it. But the desire to taste wasn't
gone, so in lieu of a blowjob he decided instead to place each of Rob's
smooth nuts in his mouth one at a time. The act forced Rob to moan
furiously with every move of Josh's mouth.

"Fuck Josh!" Rob cried out suddenly.

"Don't cum yet" Josh said, spitting out a mouthful of Rob's ballsack as he
spoke. With Rob's admission, Josh stopped stroking, not ready for their
pool games to be over just yet. At Josh's abandonment Rob's hand
immediately flew down to finish what Josh had started. He wasn't exactly
sure where such a dominant streak had developed inside of him but before he
even knew what he was doing Josh was rising up to slap Rob's hand away,
letting Rob's legs fall off his shoulders in the process. He was sure that
Rob would be pissed, but instead, Rob only bit his lower lip and simply
nodded, prompting Josh to lock lips with him for what felt like the
millionth time that night.  The millionth time, Josh thought to himself,
but each kiss only left him longing for a million more.

Josh moved into position, lining up each of their dicks shaft to shaft
beneath the water. Rob let out a sigh, as he rested his head in the nape of
Josh's neck, giving in to the rhythmic strokes.

"Fuck this feels good" Josh cried through his squinched eyes, "I'm not
gonna last Rob." At his confession Rob merely grinned, leaning up to play
with Josh's nipples, squeezing each one softly adding just enough pressure
to slowly work them to hardness.

"God damn!" Josh yelled as he began blasting. He thrust hard into Rob as
each rope of pearly white baby batter shot from his cannon into the pool
water. Rob wasn't far behind him as he shifted himself to Josh's thigh,
thrusting into it mercilessly as he continued to tease Josh's nipples. Josh
became putty in his hands as he melted into Rob's arms, the euphoric
feelings leaving him, as he felt Rob continue to use his thigh as a rubbing
post.  He was completely spent.

Rob shot soon after with an animalistic grown. Josh felt the quiver of
Rob's dick as his hands left Josh's nipples only to snake around to his
back, pulling Josh into a bear hug. Rob squeezed into him with everything
he had as if they were wrestling rather than fucking. Or at least, this was
the closest Josh had ever been to fucking, he thought to himself. He felt
Rob pulse into him exactly six times, each one gaining more momentum than
the last, until finally, Rob too, was spent.

They sat in each other's arms completely limp and dazed for a long
while. Eventually Josh heard Rob begin to chuckle.

"What?" He said, smiling.

"I think we made a mess" Rob said in reply, pressing his cheek to Josh's
shoulders. He was referring to the white globes of semen floating about
them. "I'm sleepy... and I'm pretty positive I'm sober now too" He added,
sighing.

"Let's clean up and go to bed? It's probably 3:00a.m." Josh said.

"Yeah..." Rob said, removing himself from Josh's arms.

They cleaned up the pool, pushing the orbs of cum into the skimmer, picked
up their clothes and then made their way up to the house. It was so dark
that Josh could barely see a thing. He could make out barely that they
entered through the back into the kitchen, passing into a small hallway
with a laundry room and half bath, and then up a small set of stairs to the
second floor. At the top of the stairs was another hallway which eventually
rounded into another. Rob stopped outside of a doorway to their left, Josh
almost ran into him before Rob stopped to turn around.

"There is a spare room across the hall and a bathroom down on the right" He
said flashing Josh a smile which he knew to be fake. He didn't understand
for a few seconds before it dawned on him that Rob did not want to sleep
together. Why had he assumed that Rob would? He felt embarrassed for the
thought as he nodded his head letting Rob know that he understood.

"Good night Rob" Josh said, leaning in awkwardly to kiss his forehead. Rob
only let the kiss linger for a split second before backing away quickly.

"Good night b... Josh" He said before shutting his door leaving Josh alone
in the hallway unsure of what had just happened. It was as if Josh had been
having a flawless dream and suddenly, just now, he'd woken up. He wasn't
exactly sure what he had been expecting to happen after their romp in the
pool. He certainly hadn't been expecting Rob to confess undying love and
affection or anything, but yet, he also hadn't expected to be left standing
outside of a shut, most likely locked, door.

He choked back the lump forming in his throat.  So much for not wanting to
be my buddy, Josh thought. But, had he really been expecting anything
different? Really, if he was honest, he hadn't expected anything at all.
He'd only really been thinking about one thing this entire time, how good
it felt. But what else could he have expected? logically it made sense
didn't it? The way that Rob was handling it? It wasn't as if they could be
together really, so why act like it? Rob was one of the most popular guys
in school. Everyone knew him, knew his family, knew what they did. And
Josh, well Josh had football and scholarship to worry about didn't he? What
would everyone think of them if they were a couple? It would ruin both of
them. As two gay guys, in their positions, the closet was the best place to
hide. An icy chill ran down Josh's spine suddenly though as that thought
passed through his mind:

The closet... Was Rob even in the closet? Was Rob even gay? He had no
idea... he'd just had the first true sexual experience of his life with a
guy that he knew nothing about.

Josh willed his running thoughts away as he rounded the corner into the
bathroom. He pissed and looked himself over in the mirror. He gazed at the
waterlogged mess staring back at him. Despite it all, it still hurt,
looking into his own eyes he couldn't deny the sadness behind them.

After a while he moved silently to the spare bedroom, shutting the door
behind him as he plopped into the bed. He simply lied there staring at the
ceiling until dawn, cursing himself for allowing Rob to hurt him for a
second time, only this time he had to admit he himself was just as much to
blame.