Date: Tue, 17 May 2011 14:38:07 -0600 From: Matt Davidson Subject: No Control: Part 1 Should you be reading this? This story contains descriptions of sexual interactions between consenting males and if its illegal where you are then, don't do it! If someone says you cant and doesn't have a good reason however, then I quote my favourite author on this site, "Fuck Em" try it, you never know! I do occasionally use derogatory terminology in my work, and I apologize if this causes offence to anyone. It's not meant that way at all. Also sorry for any spelling mistakes, I get a little dyslexic at times. No Control: Part 1 MAX *Thump thump thump* What was that god-awful noise... *Thump thump thump* Sounded like someone beating on my door... Aw fuck. Slept in again. Dad wont be happy. I rolled out of bed and grabbed my pair of dirty jeans, pulling them on as I rushed to the door, my Tshirt from the night before still in place. I stopped in front of the door and took a deep breath. Fully prepared for what was on the other side. I slowly pulled the door open and WHAM. Well, dad was in a good mood today! One might think I'm being sarcastic there, but really, he didn't grab me and put me through a wall, and after the shit I've seen, a backhand is like my fathers version of a tender hug. I lept to my feet and stood straight, starring at the floor. "Good morning sir. Sorry I'm late sir." "Get your ass out of the fucking bedroom and feed the horses you little dipshit." Wow, he really was in a good mood today! Normally me sleeping in would have earned me a few extra slaps, but all I get is a tongue lashing? Gonna be a bright day today! I tried to keep positive as I pulled on my socks and grabbed my jacket; positivety helped dull the pain from my hellish existence. I walked through the kitchen, past my step-mom and sister who were already at the breakfast table, and I certainly didn't meet my fathers eyes as I marched past him. I pulled on my boots and stepped into the cold. Glancing at the thermometer I saw that it was minus 35, and that was without the wind! Out here on the prairies, it could get to minus 50 sometimes with the windchill. I walked across the acre separating the house and the barn and stepped into the relative warmth of the hayshed. I didn't look like much, standing at 5'8", but the life I lived had given me more strength then any other 17, no wait, 18 , year old I knew. Lifting the 50lb hay bail in one hand, I walked the few steps to the barn and stepped inside. I split the bail into three separate piles and was just setting the last one down when the horses came meandering into the barn. Ignoring me completely, they went immediately to their meal. Sighing I left the barn and again walked to the house, quietly opening the door and starting towards my room. "Do you know what day it is today Maximillian?" My immediate answer was MY BIRTHDAY! But I knew that wasn't what he would say. My dad, or mom for that matter, had never celebrated my birthday. In fact, before I had started school and met other kids, I hadn't even known that it was a day to be noted. "No sir." "That's because you're stupid and useless. Today is the day that I start planning your sisters birthday party." "Excellent sir. Is there anything I can do to help?" "No you'd just fuck it up. Get your things ready and meet me in the car." Nodding I went to my room and collected my backpack and then quietly left the house and entered the freezing car, starting it with my dads keys as I sat down so it would be warm when he arrived. I allowed my mind to wander as I sat in the slowly warming car, knowing I had at least 15 minutes before he would walk out and get us on our way. Today was Friday, probably another reason why dad was so chipper. Every Friday I went back and forth between my divorced parents houses, changing custody. From my physically violent dad, to my oft uncaring mother. Regardless, I liked my moms a lot more, better to be invisible then to be beaten. But I would be done with high school in a few short months, then I could get away! Go do whatever I wanted. I had survived 18 years of some of the harshest tortures, I could survive for a little longer. 45 minutes later my dad pulled up in front of my school, and I got out of the car without a word. Before he drove off, my dad said quietly "Try and do SOMETHING right today." "Yes Sir." As he pulled away I felt a great weight slowly lift off my shoulders, as it always did when the distance between me and my father increased. I smiled for the first time that day and walked into the school. Barley five steps in, I was accosted by Alexis and Daniel, my two best, and only, friends. Alexis was a big girl, not pleasantly plump, not portly, just fat. But I loved her like a sister, and her soul was the most beautiful I had ever encountered. Daniel was the polar oposite, standing at 5'10", his perfectly sculpted muscles outlined by the tight shirt he was wearing, and his skinny jeans gripping his perfect ass, and he knew he was gorgeous. He was also the only openly gay student at our school, and I respected him greatly for it, seeing as how he got teased on a regular basis. As this thought careened through my head, I noticed Cole and his jock-squad marching down the hall towards us. Speaking of teasing... "Hey there little miss piggy, faggot, and farm boy." Daniel smiled his perfect smile at the 6'5" giant and responded with a "Hey sexy!" Cole's face twisted into an angry scowl and his fist was moving before most people could have thought possible. When it came to punches, I wasn't most people. I knew just how to turn to make it hurt less, just how much you had to move to dodge, and god forbid, just how to counter them. Grabbing Daniels belt, I pulled him back about two inches and Cole's fist swung by, the wind rustling Daniels hair. Daniel was still smiling and I was again awed by how calm he was all the time. Cole went to swing again, but the bell rang and a teacher stepped out of the nearest classroom and looked our way. The bully wisely turned and stalked off, seeking easier, less observed prey. I smiled widely at Daniel as they marched away. DANIEL I think I almost peed myself there. Good god if Max hadn't pulled me back that would have hurt! I turned from Coles back and looked at Max, meaning to say a quick thanks, but the words caught in my throat. He was smiling. I loved it when he smiled. Max could light up a room, with his amazing green eyes and his almost perfect teeth. Not to mention he was built like a Greek statue. His muscles rippled under his too small Tshirt, and his arms where as big as my thighs. God how I'd love to see how this stallion was hung! I quickly pushed those thoughts from my mind however. Over the three years I had known Max, I had never been able to tell if he liked guys, or girls for that matter. When pressed, he always just responded with a smile and "I've never really thought about it Dan!". Snapping back to the present I returned Maxs smile and said "A little birdy tells me it's someones birthday! Happy 18th stud!" "Yeah! Happy birthday big-bro!" chimed in Alexis "Aww, don't bother you guys. It's no big deal. Just another day." Max turned to walk down the hall but I grabbed his arm, meaning to spin him around to face us again. I wasn't surprised when all I managed to do was get pulled along for a step before Max stopped and smiled at me again. "Max, baby, its your 18th! Last time I checked we did live in Canada, when we young distinguished folk can become intoxicated through legal use of that mysterious and malicious substance adults only speak of in whispers!" Alexis rolled her eyes at me and stepped in-between me and Max. "Your going to your moms house today right? Sooo, tonight we're all going to go to your house after school and then get ready and hit the clubs! You are the youngest of us after all, so its about time you hopped on the party bus." "And I have just the place in mind!" I said with a giggle. Me and Alexis were planning on dragging our gorgeous friend to the citys biggest gay bar, Twisted Element. After begging and pleading with my parents, I had managed to convince them to part with a substantial sum of money to fund our misadventures. Max looked at us sceptically before nodding and starting off. His departure reminded me and Alexis that the bell had rung already, and we all scampered away to our classrooms. The day passed by slowly for me, I didn't really like school. I got average grades, and didn't really excel at anything in particular. My day picked up however during last period, gym, also the only class I shared with Max. I walked into the locker room and B-lined it for the back row, where me and Max usually met. No one else would change around the school `fag', but Max made a point to stick by me. At first he got called gay a lot for it, but after you calmly rip a locker door of its hinges and throw it at the guy mocking you, the rest tend to mind their own business. Max was already sitting on the bench, and had just finished pulling off his shirt. DAMN! I almost missed the highlight of my day. Max stood and pulled down his pants, and I noted excitedly that he wasn't wearing underwear. "Forget something today there stud?" I asked, my cocky grin firmly in place Max stopped pulling his pants down and blushed furiously. STUPID STUPID STUPID I told myself. All I caught was a glimpse of his thick black pubic hair. If I had stayed silent how far might he have gone? Ah well. "In a rush this morning Max?" Max smiled "Yeah, you could say that." I was Max's best friend, and I thought I knew him better then anyone. I noted with concern how his mouth smiled, but his eyes became stern. We changed in silence, Max stepping into the curtained showers to change into his shorts, then left the locker room and joined the rest of the class in the gym. We started running laps around the circular room, Max seemed lost in thought so I ran beside him in silence. Once the laps were done we gathered around the coach and waited for instructions. Cole was sitting beside the teacher like an obedient lapdog, and coach looked upon everyone in the same light, or lights rather. If you played on a sporting team, he loved you. If you didn't, he hated you. Oh, and if you were me, then he went out of his way to make your life hell. "Wrestling today kids!" I groaned. Coach went on to explain the rules before finally saying "All right, first round! Daniel, in the ring with Cole." FUCK. Fuck fuck fuck. This was going to hurt like a bitch. I stepped onto the padded mats and looked at Cole, who was grinning evilly from across the short expanse. Coach blew his whistle and Cole dived at me, his head hitting my midsection and blasting the wind from my lungs, and me from my feet. He landed on top of me and delivered a vicious punch to my ribs, and then another and another before coach finally blew the whistle. "Daniel! What the hell was that! Gotta get some defense boy!" I crawled off the mat and collapsed on the floor next to Max. I looked up at him meaning to assure him I was ok, but the fire in his eyes gave me pause. He looked really angry, he always did when someone made fun of me, but this was different. I didn't have to think it over long before Max spoke up. MAX "Coach, I'll wrestle the victor." My voice was icy calm. That mule brained ass had hurt my best friend. Didn't they know what it was like to get hit all the time? Have nothing but hate aimed at you? It hurt, and more then just on the surface. Maybe Cole should learn a lesson. "All right Max, in you go then." I stepped into the ring and walked right up to Cole. "Your going to regret doing that." I walked back to my starting position and stood there. The whistle sounded. Cole began his charge, arms outstretched towards me. I thought of the hate in his eyes, the whimpers still coming from Daniel. I felt my anger growing and I tensed. Why was Cole moving so slow? Couldn't he see the holes in his defence? Ah well, best to capitalize. My fist snapped out and connected solidly with his solar plexus, stopping him dead in his tracks. His eyes were wide with an expressions of shock, and he slowly fell to the floor, wheezing. A brief thought flashed through my mind that I had seriously injured Cole, but I decided that I hadn't hit him that hard, he was just winded. ``Cole! That was the most defencless charge I`ve ever seen, wheres your head at kid! Bah, captain of the team my ass." The rest of the class was uneventful, even coach knew that Daniel shouldn't go into anymore matches, and no one wanted to fight me for some reason. Once class was done we headed back to the locker rooms and sat down on the bench in our lonely row. "Hows the ribs?" I asked Daniel, real concern filling my voice. "Oh its nothing, I'm fine." he tried to smile it off, but when he lifted his arms to try and pull his shirt off, he winced and dropped his arms to his sides again. "Here, let me help you." I walked behind him gently lifted his arms straight up, grimacing as he winced. Then I gently grabbed the bottom of his Tshirt and lifted it up, the bottoms of my wrists just barley touching the smooth skin on the sides of his abdomen. Once I got his shirt off I folded it and placed it beside him as he sat on the bench. He was blushing for some reason, and I thought maybe it was because it hurt to much to move to take his shorts off and he would need help with that too, but didn't want to ask. "Want help with the shorts too?" I asked, smiling reassuringly. "Nope!" was the too quick answer. "I think I'll just stay sitting down for now. Sitting. Here. Without moving." He smiled nervously and looked away as I shrugged and pulled my Tshirt off. I had other things on my mind anyways. Like the way his skin had felt when I brushed against it. So warm and soft... I was glad I had the excuse of no underwear to go change my shorts in the shower, because it would hide the fact that I was obviously aroused. I was a virgin, and had never even masturbated before. Trust me you grow up the way I do, you learn to just ignore the hormones. And unless I was mistaken, Daniel had a noticeable bulge in his shorts as he sat there. Did he actually get turned on? By me? I was ugly, I knew it. Dad always told me so, so did mom. I was awkward and stocky and didn't know my own strength sometimes. Ah well. I pulled my jeans on and noticed with relief that my erection had gone away, and walked back into the locker room, still shirtless. Daniel looked up at me, likewise attired, and didn't look away. I stopped short and looked down uncertainly, thinking I had left something hanging out. Seeing nothing I looked at the still starring Daniel and asked "Whatcha looking at?" "Just...you... never mind." He blushed and looked down. Without taking his eyes off the floor he said "Mind helping me with the new shirt? Cant seem to get my arms in the right position." I smiled and walked over to him. He was standing now, and as I stood in front of him our bare chests touched. I stopped for a second, even leaned into him a little, relishing the contact, before moving to put his shirt over his arms. He reached out a hand and stopped me, slipping his other hand behind my waist and pulling me towards him, his face coming closer to mine and his eyes starting to flutter closed. I felt everything around me acutely, his warmth against me, his bulge pressing against my leg, his soft hands pressed into the small of my back, his breath, smelling of mint gum, and his light scent of sweat and deodorant... and it didn't feel right. I placed my hand on his chest and gently pushed him away. "I'm sorry Dan... just not here. Not now." Daniel looked crestfallen and hurt, but he nodded and put his shirt on himself. We walked from the locker room in silence and went to our respective lockers and gathered our things, since school was now out. I met Daniel and Alexis again at the same doors as that morning, and we headed to my house. Daniel had apparently found his smile again, and gave no indication that he even remembered our mishap in the locker room. As he and Alexis talked about the many marvellous miracles of alcohol, I kept to my own thoughts. Why HAD I stopped Daniel? I was obviously aroused by him, and a better person couldn't be asked for. So why then my hesitation? I decided it was because we were both caught up in the heat of the moment, and if I wanted to kiss Daniel, which is didn't even know if I did! But if I did, I wanted it to be because I wanted to. And I decided as we climbed into Daniels BMW and started off towards my moms house, I actually did want to. DANIEL "Max! Come out of there and let us see you! The limo will be here soon and we have to be outside!" Max had been locked away in the bathroom for almost 30 minutes getting showered and changed, and who knows what else. Both Alexis and I were excited to see the results. In the three years all of us had been together, none of us had ever seen Max get dressed up, and neither Alexis nor I knew what to expect. A voice from the other side of the door caused me to step back. "All right. I look like an overdressed peacock though." I giggled as the doorknob slowly turned and then gasped as I saw Max. His hair was perfectly spiked, shining raven black, and he wore a tight fitting crimson dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a pair of black skin tight jeans I didn't even know he owned were hugging his legs and showing off everything that ought to be shown off. I let out a low whistle and Max blushed, his eyes twinkling. "All right, come on hot stuff, we need to go outside and hop in that limo! Alexis is already outside." I started to turn away but Maxs hand gently caught mine and pulled me back. "Dan, I'm sorry about the locker room, I just..." "No, no. Shhh. Don't worry about it stud, it doesn't matter it was just-" Maxs arm slid behind my waist and pulled me in close to him and suddenly his hot breath was in my face. I could feel his body heat through our clothes and felt my knees go a little weak. Was he always this warm? Then our lips were touching and nothing in the world ever felt so good, so right and my hands were around his waist, and he was pulling me to him tightly and god he was warm and I couldn't stop kissing him and it was wet and amazing and oh god he was so warm and soft, but hard as iron but amazing and the kiss and his lips and then... it was over and he was pulling away from me. I felt empty without his lips on mine, but then I looked into his eyes and saw the honest caring there. He actually cared about me! It was the warmest feeling I had ever had the privilege of enduring. "We should probably go outside..." He said, winking and letting his arms drop from my back. "Yeah... what are we doing again?" My mind was going a thousand miles a minute and I didn't know what to do, what I was doing, what day it was... "Club? Getting me drunk? Limo? Come on Dan!" I snapped too and we both hustled outside. MAX I felt as if I were walking on sunshine despite the fact that it was pitch black outside. Dan had actually kissed me back! So he wanted it to right? Yeah, he did start it after all. We piled into the waiting limo and Alexis gave us a weird look. "Your both glowing... whats up? And Max you look amazing by the way." I looked at Daniel and we both burst out laughing, assuring Alexis that it was nothing. We enjoyed a few glasses of champagne in the limo as it drove across the city before pulling up in front of Twisted, our destination. We got out and walked up to the big double doors, presenting our ID's to the scantily clad bouncer. I didn't quite understand why he would be standing outside wearing nothing but leather pants during the middle of winter, but to each their own I guess. Once inside I paused to take in the sights; There was a huge set of stairs in front of us, which Daniel confidently led us up, were we stopped on the landing to get a better view of the place. It was huge, spanning two floors, the top floor being the `club' part. Two bars rested at opposite ends of the building, with white clad bartenders not wearing shirts deftly pouring drinks for the gathered crowds, and an elevated DJ booth sitting to the right. There was a glass box type of thing standing about 10 feet tall off to one side, the purpose of which I couldn't even begin to guess at, and a cage opposite it. Dan grabbed took my hand in his, offering his other to Alexis, and we started off towards the nearest bar. Daniel slid past most of the people then waved at the bartender, who threw him a sly wink and walked over, ignoring everyone else. "What can I get ya hunny?" "Ummm, lets say three porn stars, and three burt Reynolds." came Dan's instant reply. I had drank before, but never been drunk, and I had no idea what Daniel had just ordered for us. In no time the bartender had produced three short classes filled with a weird blue liquid, and three amber colored shots. Dan handed us each a shot and gave a toast, his voice lost in the cacophony of noise, and we all downed the liquid. It tasted like butterscotch and alcohol to me, but wasn't totally unpleasant. From no where Daniel produced two more shots and grinned as he handed them both to me. I shrugged and drank them both, then grabbed my drink and followed Daniel and Alexis onto the dance floor. I was a horrible dancer, but it was still fun. After we had danced for almost an hour, we all needed a break from the heat and went outside for a breather. I took my pack of smokes from my back pocket and gave one to Dan, and took one for myself, not even bothering to offer one to Alexis seeing as I already knew her answer. As we stood there we chatted and I felt truly happy for the first time in a long time. Eventually we headed back inside and continued dancing. It was an amazing night, and one I knew I would remember forever. Finally it was time for last call, and we all walked out. Well to be honest I wasn't so much as walking, but strategically falling towards where I needed to go. I had lost count of the drinks that had been forced upon me, and could barley keep my eyes open. Dan was laughing and trying to hold me up, non too sober himself, and Alexis was just smiling to herself, not even tipsy. We poured ourselves into the limo again and it sped off. We dropped Alexis off and then headed towards my house. DANIEL I smiled to myself as I looked at Max passed out on the bench opposite me in the back of the limo. He was going to HATE me tomorrow morning, but oh well, I would be no where near the grumpy grizzly when he awoke! The limo pulled up in front of Maxs house and I helped him to the door, going so far as to take his keys and unlock it for him. I was just turning aside when Max grabbed my hand, a little roughly but I knew he didn't mean it that way, and looked me right in the eyes. "Can you sleep over tonight?" There was a need in his eyes then that I had never seen before. Not lust (and I'll admit I kind of wished it was) but a sadness, a need to have someone close. I smiled and nodded, running up to the limo driver and bidding him good night. I quick stepped back to Max and took his hand, leading him down the stairs to his bedroom. Max's mom made almost as much as my parents did, but his room didn't show it. He had second hand furniture and nothing more then the basics. I had never been to his dads house but it couldn't be this bad could it? I mean jesus, there were shelves in my garage nicer then the crap in this poor kids bedroom. I noticed Max fumbling with his pant buttons and walked over and helped him undo them, the pulled off his shirt. I felt my dick give an involuntary twitch at the sight of him mostly naked, in nothing but boxers, but tried to hold it back. NOT THE TIME! I was by no one's measure a virgin, and god knew I wanted to tear off those boxers and- not the time... right. I helped Max get into bed and then went towards my usual resting place on the small couch in the back of his room, but Max gently grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bed with him. Without a word he pulled my back to his chest and draped an arm over my stomach. I could feel that he wasn't hard, and doubts slowly floated around my head. Was he just doing this because he was drunk? What did this mean to our friendship? I felt a contented sigh roll across my neck and pushed the negativity from my mind; regardless of it all, I had dreamt of this more then once, and his arm felt so good around me. Hopefully more to come, let me know what you think, M-Davidson@hotmail.ca