Date: Mon, 21 Mar 2005 20:27:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Virtual Insanity <virtualinsanity78@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mack and JD

This story contains male/male consensual relationships of a romantic and
sexual nature.  If it is illegal for you to read this type of material,
please adhere to your laws.

***For my fans, please note that this story is not like my normal ones in
that there will be a running authoritarian theme and even a point of abuse
in this story. This is a much more sexual story than my usual as well. I can
assure that all ends well, though.***

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			Part One

James Devin McKay and Mack Cardoni.

	JD McKay shifted self-consciously from one foot to the other,
watching as a group of twenty or so of West Central High's finest male
seniors ran up and down the basketball court.  He heaved a sigh and
sniffled, swiping at his nose with his shirtsleeve, which he had stretched
so that it hung down over his hand.

	JD was just short of tall, around 5'10" and as skinny as a rail.
His sandy brown hair was made up of frizzy curls, true evidence of his
biracial heritage, the black, white and latino mix that had somehow blended
to make him.  It was obvious to anyone who bothered to look that he was
uncomfortable in his own honeyed-vanilla skin.

	First of all, he was stoned out of his mind, having smoked half of
his small stash of weed some time between the hours of eleven am and noon
while he was in the park two blocks away from school, skipping his Senior
Composition class.  It was the kind of college prep course that he hated
even though he was passing it with flying colors.

	He didn't quite fit in with the stoners because of his flawless
grades.

	And he sure as hell didn't fit in with the guys that were racing
back and forth, dripping sweat all over the shiny gym floor.  Not that he
couldn't be an athlete if he really wanted to, but the testerone got to
him, like some kind of heady cocktail.

	JD was gay.  He'd accepted that before his eleventh birthday when
his cousin Desmond shot a load of cum down his throat.  They were just
messing around, neither of them very sure what they were doing...but each
one knowing that whatever they were doing felt damn good.

	JD wasn't supposed to suck Desmond off, they were both supposed to
jerk each other off in JD's bedroom while Desmond was sleeping over for his
eleventh birthday party the next day...but somehow, JD hadn't been able to
resist.  The cock was there, hard and pulsating and ridged...and JD had put
his mouth on it.  >From there, there was no going back.  What was he
supposed to do, spit it out?  Not when it felt so good, when the texture
entranced him and the feel of it pounding against his tongue felt so right.

	Ever since then, he'd had the hardest time being around any guys.
His mind was constantly racing, wanting to know if the guy went for other
guys, how big his cock was, what it tasted like.

	JD leaned back against the hard, brick wall of the gym, bit his lip
and started playing with his elbow.

	When he'd found out that he had to take a gym class in order to
graduate in his last semester of high school, he hadn't thought much of it.
His counselor had told him that there were only two classes available that
would fulfill his course requirements.  Weight Training or Team Sports.  JD
could just imagine himself in a room full of guys, pumping iron,
sweating...and groaning.  At least in team sports, he had a fighting
chance.

	Or so he thought.

	It turned out that the guys who signed up for the team sports class
were all a bunch of buddies who had played on teams together for the past
four years of high school.  They played football together, or basketball or
baseball or were on the wrestling team.  Then, there was JD.  The obvious
misfit of the group.

	There was an odd number of students in the class and when it came
time to pick teams, he always ended up being the odd guy out.  Which was
almost a good thing, if it didn't make him feel like a loser every time it
happened.

	Add to that the fact that these guys were hands down the hottest
guys in the school, the guys with the best bodies, the ones who were dating
fucking cheerleaders and JD realized that he was in over his head.  Which
was why he had to get high some time before the class started, otherwise he
would be fidgeting and twitching trying to keep his dick down.  Yeah, the
weed initially made him very horny, but he always found a spot to jack off
after that first high and somehow he had made it through the first two
weeks of the class.

	The guys stopped playing when Mr. Gilbert blew his whistle, which
meant it was time to hit the shower room.  JD's least favorite part of the
class. Mr. Gilbert considered showers a mandatory portion of the class,
making sure that every student at least went to the locker room for five
minutes.  Whether or not a guy took a shower while he was in there was
debatable, but you still had to be in there.

	JD had yet to shower.  It wasn't like he actually ever broke a
sweat in the class.  Showers were unneccessary for him and even if he
really needed one, he would not go into the open shower stalls to catch
glimpses of the rock-hard bodies soaping up in them.  He knew he would end
up outing himself to the entire school if he did...and probably getting his
ass beat in the process.

	JD made his way behind the group of laughing and rowdy guys down to
the boys locker room.  They passed a group of underclassmen on the way, a
bunch of girls in short shorts and t-shirts, grinning and blushing as the
jocks gave them looks and passed by.  JD was left out of the gentle
flirtation.  Although he was aware of the fact that he was not a complete
dog when it came to looks, he also knew that he was nothing out of the
ordinary.  Not one of those girls would look twice at him, especially after
trading glances with the likes of Eddie Fischer and Todd Langely, two of
the hottest and most popular guys in the school.  He trailed after them and
made his way quietly into the locker room.  He sat down on the bench in
front of his locker, one that was closest to the door and his escape.

	He reached for his sneakers first.  JD had the changing process
down to a science. If he paced everything just right, it would take him
five minutes exactly to change from his gym clothes into his regular
clothes.  He would remain focused on himself at all times and by the time
all was said and done, he would be on his way out of the locker room,
hopefully not capturing anybody's attention.

	He was down to his tightey whiteys and had one leg in a pair of
jeans when Mack Cardoni came bounding into the narrow space, knocking JD
off of the bench as he lunged playfully for a guy who was standing a few
feet away from JD.

	"Shit," JD mumbled to himself, not daring to do more than sit
himself up, his eyes going involuntarily to Mack, who had the other kid in
the headlock.  The agression in the movement was enough to make JD lose his
breath, not because he was afraid, but because it thrilled something inside
of him.  He had always wanted to be on the recieving end of that kind of
playful, rough treatment, but had never been fortunate enough to have any
male friends that were close enough to him to do it. The kid was red-faced
and squirming to get out of Mack's grasp , but there was a grin on both of
their faces to let everyone know that it was all in good fun.

	JD's eyes trailed helplessly over Mack Cardoni's torso.  Mack had
been center on the varsity football team earlier that year and was on the
wrestling team now that the football season was over.  He was well known
all over the school for his ferocious temper and badass attitude.  It was
rumored that he'd told a teacher to shut up once and the teacher had
obeyed.

	Mack was clearly Italian with a broad nose and big ears.  He was
far from cute, with the scar that trailed along the right side of his face
and back to his ear.  Someone had said that Mack's brother was in a gang
and that Mack had been stabbed several times in a gang fight.  From the
guarded look in his almost black eyes, JD could see it happening.  Mack
Cardoni just looked like he'd been through a lot of shit in his life...like
he could handle anything that came his way.

	He was built like a truck, with wide, broad shoulders and a chest
that JD sincerely doubted he could fit his arms all the way around.  He was
bulging with muscles, as if he lived in the gym...and he stood head and
shoulders above everyone else.  Mack was the kind of guy that should never
wear a shirt, JD was thinking to himself, when he realized that he was
staring...because he could feel his cock elongating against his briefs.

	JD's eyes quickly snapped up to Mack's face...just to make sure
Mack hadn't caught him staring...but Mack was staring right back at him,
those black eyes almost bottomless.  JD looked away and stood up, half-in
and half-out of his jeans.  Only then did he realize that he was letting
anyone who wanted to look know what kind of state he was in.  JD's eyes
went back to Mack, but Mack was looking down at JD's crotch.  JD yanked the
jeans over his thighs and zipped up, not daring to even venture a glance in
Mack's general direction.  His heart was threatening to beat its way out of
his chest.

	JD shoved his gym clothes back into the locker and pulled a
long-sleeve shirt over his head.  When he pulled it down, he realized that
Mack was sitting on the bench a little ways down, chatting with the kid
he'd been horsing around with.  JD slammed his locker shut, slipped his
backpack over one shoulder and pulled his shirtsleeves down over his hands
in a habitual gesture of discomfort.

	He started sniffling as he made his way out of the aisle and wiped
quickly at his nose with his shirtsleeve as he left the locker room.

			                 ***

	Mack Cardoni watched JD leave the locker room, forcing himself to
be calm and to chat lightly with his buddy.  Mack was the biggest guy in
school and everyone was used to him manhandling anybody that stepped in his
path.  He could pick up and toss around the captain of the football team
with no problem. A little guy like JD was like a feather to him.

	Mack pretended total interest in the conversation he was in, while
his mind let him relive the electric feeling he'd felt for the brief moment
that he had allowed him self to touch JD McKay.  He closed his eyes and
reveled in that touch for half of a second.

	There was something about JD McKay.  God, Mack had been trying to
keep the kid out of his head since sophomore year, but he'd never had the
chance to be as close to him as he could be now that they actually had a
class together.  Mack found that with careful maneuvering, he could get
close enough to smell the soap that the other boy used on his skin in the
morning, or the faintest tinge of marijuana lingering on his skin from
whatever smoke he'd had earlier.  He had to fight the urge to just sit and
stare at JD, to count the reddish brown freckles that lined his nose.

	Over the last two years, Mack had made sure to keep his distance
from JD.  He forced himself to do it.  The feelings he had...they terrified
him...and it wasn't about being gay or craving dick or anything like that.
Mack had no qualms about his sexuality, no regrets or wishes to be
different. He was what he was...but what he did regret, the thing that he
did want to get rid of...was his desire for JD McKay.  Because sometimes,
it just got out of hand.

	The dreams he had some nights, he knew would make people think that
he was either sick or deranged.  At times, it was simple things like
wanting to tell JD what colors he could and couldn't wear...and to get him
off of the weed.  To make JD stop trying to prove himself to be some kind
of antisocial badass and just be the smartass kid that he was meant to be.
Then, other times, he wanted to hurt JD...to tie him up, to bind him so
tight that he couldn't move a muscle and torture him.  Those were the
thoughts that Mack didn't want to have. Hell, he knew about all of the S &
M bullshit that people got into, but he didn't just want to play a
game...it was as serious as hell to him.

	And Mack knew that if he chose to, he could seriously hurt
somebody.  The fact that just the sight of JD made him as hard as a rock
coupled with the sick thoughts he was having was his God-given warning,
Mack really believed that.  If he could just keep his mind and his hands
off of the kid, everything might turn out alright for him.

	The thought that this was their last semester of high school, that
in about four months he was unlikely to ever see JD McKay again pressed at
him like a pinched nerve.  If he wanted the kid, he had to make a move.  He
had to do some thing.  Maybe he could keep his head on straight with the
kid. Maybe he could satiate the craving with a simple quick fuck or two.

	This was the thought that had pressed him to shove JD off of the
bench today...and JD's reaction was off the charts.  Mack had spotted the
hardon that JD sported after the incident and it had Mack breathing like a
bull in heat.

	JD had been looking at him, devouring him with those hazel eyes.
There was no doubt in Mack's mind that JD was batting for the right team,
but what was bouncing around in his head was that maybe JD had been turned
on by the rough-housing.  Maybe JD had liked being pushed and shoved just
as much as he'd liked the way Mack looked.  That thought was enough to make
Mack tremble.
	What that would mean was enough to send Mack's blood soaring
through his body, far away from his brain and down to fill up his dick.
What if JD wanted to be hurt just as much as Mack wanted to hurt him?

	God, he couldn't think about it now.  He still had to get through a
science and English class and his cock was hard enough to split bricks as
it was.

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