Date: Mon, 27 Jan 2014 20:37:38 -0500 From: David Gaingridge Subject: Play Or Be Played Chapter Three Disclaimer: The following story is a work of gay fiction. It contains sexual acts between males in high school as well as with males beyond high school age. There are scenes of humiliation, some of them graphic. If this subject matter is offensive to you or if you are too young to be reading it, please exit now. You have been warned. This story is the property of the author under copyright laws, and may not be used elsewhere without written consent. Do not read this if you're a minor or are offended by gay situations. Even though nifty is free its services are not so before you begin reading please take a few minutes and donate: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ----- Play Or Be Played: Chapter Three "A, we gotta get to the school ASAP!" I practically shouted after reading the message from 1346. "What? Why?" Aaron groggily said still recovering from his high. "1346 just sent us a message and they dropped that blackmail heart off at the lost and found with our names on it!" "Shit!" Aaron exclaimed, "we gotta go!" As we hurriedly pulled on our clothes I couldn't help but sneak glances over at Aaron's magnificent body. God he was like a Greek god. He had muscles on muscles and even with his clothes on he still was the hottest thing to ever walk this blessed earth. We rushed out to Aaron's car and drove off towards the school. As we pulled out of the neighbourhood I looked back and a thought popped into my head: the blackmailer had to live in either the house beside me or the house beside Aaron in order to see our (how do I put this gently) after-school activities(?). Aaron looked over and asked what I was thinking. I told him my theory and he agreed with it. However, the two families that lived there weren't the most plausible suspects: The Rowntree family lived beside me (which consisted of Gary and Margo and their kids Ben who was 3 and Ian who was 1) and Mrs. Stewart who lived beside Aaron (an 89-year old widow). Our hope seemed to crumble when we debated the likelihood that each of those would be the blackmailer. Gary and Margo were too busy dealing with their little ones that they wouldn't have time to watch us and Mrs. Stewart always flew south for the winter after the Christmas holidays. A light bulb suddenly went off in my head. What if the blackmailer was only in one of those houses for a little while? Like a babysitter for the kids or someone to check up on the place for Mrs. Stewart. However, this new thought just seemed to open up even more possibilities of who the person was since it could be almost anyone from the neighbourhood. I exhaled a bountiful breath in frustration. Aaron looked over and me and gave me a weak smile. "It'll be ok," he said. "We'll get through this." I could see through the words he was saying that even he was starting to second guess himself on the outcome. He then took my hand in his and continued driving. Sometimes actions do speak louder than words. ----- As we neared the school Aaron looked over and said that he had a gnawing feeling in his stomach that we were supposed to come here. It did feel like this is what the blackmailer wanted us to do, but in all honesty, what choice did we have? Aaron let go of my hand as we pulled into a spot outside the front entrance. My hand felt cold like it was missing its best friend (which is true since my right hand is the one I always jerk off with). "You ready?" I asked him. "Let's go," Aaron said as he took a deep breath and proceeded towards the school. We walked up to the lost-and-found which was located just past the front offices. Darren Jefferson, who was on the lacrosse team with me, was working the booth. And that's not all he was working. He stood about 6'1, muscular build (not as defined as Aaron, but close), had short cropped, brunette hair and sea-blue eyes. He was dressed in a plaid button-up and dark-washed skinny jeans that really clung to his body (the counter that he stood behind was the height that I could only see his jean-clad junk and from what saw he was definitely packing). "Hey guys, what brings you here?" Darren was a pretty nice guy and one of the hottest in school, but he didn't let that go to his head. "Hey Darren," I said as I fist-bumped him. And then I paused trying to think of words of how I was gonna ask for a note that basically said Aaron gave me a BJ. "We're...uh...looking for...uh...something," Aaron stammered. "Sure guys, what was it?" "When Brad fell earlier some of his notes scattered around and we were just wondering if they were returned," Aaron stated. I was impressed at how he had been able to think so quickly on his feet the best I could come up with was that there was a note depicting an erotic blowjob scene that we needed before it was leaked to the entire school. Darren reached around to a box filled with papers and handed it to us. "This is all the papers that are found around school. It's not really organized so have fun looking for it." We thanked him and began rifling through the massive amount of paper. I was coming up blank and had thought we'd been tricked when Aaron pulled out a sealed envelope. He showed it to me and it did indeed have our names written on it. We handed the box back to Darren, thanked him, and left. By the time we reached Aaron's car my hands were shaking. I don't know if it was from the cold or this whole situation, but I needed to get back to equilibrium. I looked over at Aaron and saw that while he appeared to be calm he was taking deeper than normal breaths. As we got in his car Aaron jacked the heat up and we tore into the envelope. Inside was indeed the heart as well as another one (oh goody!) that read: "Roses are red, Violets are blue, I own you boys, And that is the truth XOXO" "We need to end this. I can't keep walking around in fear that someone might reveal that..." Aaron trailed off. "You're gay?" I half whispered it finishing Aaron's thought. Aaron breathed a deep breath and said, "will you please text that guy. I can't keep this up for the rest of the year." I didn't want to push him because I saw how he had reacted earlier. I just wanted to know what he meant when he said that he couldn't keep this up. Instead I just said `sure, A," and left it at that. "Come on, we gotta get back home." As Aaron and I drove off I wrote 1346 an email that read. Aaron and I talked about what we should say in it before I sent it just so we were both on the same page. The email that I sent read: "We got your note. Aaron and I need to get out of this blackmail. What do we have to do to stop this torture?" ----- The rest of the night was pretty uneventful for me. Aaron dropped me off and we both decided he shouldn't come in after the eventful day we just had. We said goodnight (no kiss which I was a little upset with, but it was still pretty light when he dropped me off). My dad was making dinner when I got in. We chatted for a bit and talked about the day. I decided just for now to leave out my big news since I thought I could handle this on my own. As I was setting the table he was telling me that his company wanted to send him to California where its main office was located this weekend. I interjected him with `that's great, Dad! Congrats!" "Thanks, but that means I'll be gone for almost two weeks and I can't do that to you." "Dad, you know I wouldn't do anything while you were gone. I haven't had hookers here in almost 8 months," I teased. I didn't tell him what kind of hookers those might be. "I know and I'm so proud of you, son," he teased back. "Dad this is big news for you! You should go!" "I know, but I'd feel better if someone was here with you." "Dad I'm 18! Do you really wanna get a babysitter for me?" And that light bulb went off in my head again. "Besides, I don't think there are that many babysitters in the neighbourhood left," trying to act all nonchalant. "Well there's always Mrs. Appleton down the street," Dad teased. "But no, I didn't mean a babysitter just a friend to stay with you so I know nothing's happening to you or the house. Oh, there's your friend Chris. He used to babysit a few neighbourhood kids. Or did he just babysit his younger brother? Fucked if I can remember," he laughed as he said it. Chris...yeah he did babysit his younger brother when his parents were both working. But he doesn't do that anymore...or does he? I mulled this over as I filled our glasses with water. Was he looking after the Rowntree's kids when he saw Aaron and I? "I could ask Chris' dad if he would mind staying with you for those days if you want," Dad offered. I immediately froze. The blackmailer and the victim in one house together for almost two weeks?! Images of what that looked like began to flash through my mind. I could just imagine him pummeling my ass until it was good and raw on every surface in the house. Him having me beg him to suck him off while he recorded every second of it. "Son, are you ok?" "Huh? Uh...yeah fine. Could I get Aaron to stay over instead? We've uh...got that test next week and he's in my class so it'd be better if he was here not Chris," I babbled. I really need to be like Aaron in a situation like this. "That sounds fine. Let me know soon though because I have to let my company know. But right now let's eat!" ----- After loading the dishes into the dishwasher I texted Aaron asking if he wanted to stay over for the next week and a half. He said he'd have to think about it. Me: "I have to know soon. My dad has to give an answer ASAP" Aaron: "Yeah it's just..." Brad: "What?" Aaron: "Everything that's gone on the blackmailer basically has open season on us if I say yes." Brad: "We'll keep all the blinds open" I didn't hear from Aaron for a good twenty minutes so I assumed he was still trying to figure out what to do. Brad: "I think I know who the blackmailer is. So if we can unmask him, will you stay over?" Aaron: "Yes! Who is it?" Brad: "Sweet! And I think it's Chris." Aaron: "Awesome! We'll make a plan tomorrow. Night, B." Brad: "Night, slut" I then added a winky face on the end. Aaron: "Now I'm really looking forward to these two weeks" he gave me a winky face too. ----- Ms. Williams was out sick at school the next day. We were all pretty bummed until I saw her replacement: Mr. Richards – a tall, handsome man who looked like he played for the football team in college. He had to be no more than 26 at the most. He had short black hair with a little gel in it, a little scruff on his face, and a dress shirt that showed off his sculpted physique. Not to mention his dress pants showed off his best "ass-ets." Aaron was right beside me and whispered "you know I'm still here, right? Stop drooling," he teased. After seeing Mr. Richards I wanted to kiss the hell out of him right there and fuck him until we both came. Hey, I'm young and horny...I can't help myself! "Ok, let's get down to business. I see from Ms. Williams schedule she wanted to talk about the power of suggestion today. Ok I've got a good example from a tv show that was on when you were oh...four or five. These teenagers go on a field-trip to the Salem Witch Trials where they're given cards that either say townsperson or witch," Mr Richards said as he was walking around the room. "While doing 17th century chores and interacting with their peers they must decide if the other person has a witch card or not. While a few people are accused of having a witch card it's not until the very end of the episode where it's revealed that no one had a witch card. The teacher didn't create the witches, the students did. But the mere power of suggestion led them to find something that wasn't there." I tried to pay attention to Mr. Richard's lecture (I really did!), but his incredible body was distracting. As I gazed around at the other students I couldn't help, but notice most of them were distracted by his handsomeness as well. I don't really remember much else from Mr. Richard's lecture (I was too busy counting how many ab muscles I could see through his slim fitting shirt (I counted eight, but he kept moving so I had to keep re-counting). Mr. Richards ended the class as the bell rang and wished us a good rest of the day. As Aaron and I filed out of the classroom I couldn't help sneaking more glances over at Mr. Richards. God he was the second most beautiful man in that class. I started imagining Aaron and Mr. Richards having sex and my dick rose to attention. I covered my books in front of me as we left the class. A few times when Aaron and I were walking through the hallway I would purposely lower my books and take a few more steps forward rubbing my hard cock against his perfect buns. He would just look back and smile each time. As we reached our lockers I looked over and see that his dick was straining against the front of his pants as well. "Someone's happy to see me," I joked. "He's extra happy now that we know who the blackmailer is and that we're going over to see Chris after school. Not to mention the fact that it's just you and me in your house alone for almost two weeks." "I can't wait!" "Y'know how we planned on going over at 4:30 to interrogate Chris?" Aaron said turning to me. I nodded in agreement. "Well we have an hour and half to kill..." Aaron trailed off allowing me to fill in the blank. "I think I have some ideas," I said as we closed our lockers and walked outside, our dicks (covered by our books) were leading the way. ----- As soon as we got inside my house Aaron and I tore into one another like two wild animals in heat. I grabbed his dick stroking it through his pants. I could feel his dick leaking pre-cum like crazy. Aaron grabbed by tight buns kneading them in his hands. He started playing with my whole which was somewhat successful given the tightness of my jeans. He finally picked me up as we still made out like beasts and carried me to my room. He lay me down on my bed and began dry-humping me through our clothes which were so wet with sweat they were practically another layer of skin. "Blinds," I managed to sputter. He looked down on me in a sea of confusion. "The blinds, we should shut them." "Why? Chris doesn't have us by the balls now. We've got him!" "Yeah, but there are kids next door." "Fine," Aaron raced over to the window and then pounced back onto the bed. We made out as our hands traced over the other's body. He felt so good on top of me. I felt so safe. I grasped his firm buttocks in my hands played with the firm flesh. Aaron pulled my sweater up and unbuckled my jeans leaving me in my underwear. I felt so exposed compared to him so I pulled his button-up off and unbuttoned his pants and he too was left in his underwear. Even though I had already seen Aaron in this state before, I always get in such a state of awe when I see Aaron's body. He literally had muscles on his muscles. Aaron caught me looking and he made his pecs dance. God, I couldn't help myself. I wanted him. All of him! He lowered my underwear as I lowered his. Both of our dicks stood perfectly straight up when they were released (well they stood up before, but even more so now!). Aaron led me over to the bed and began kissing down my body until he reached my fat cock. He slowly began teasing the piss slit lapping up my hot pre-cum. He traced his tongue all over the tip of my dick until I was practically screaming for him to suck me. "I didn't hear a please," I knew that he was teasing me. "Please Aaron suck my cock, your hot mouth makes me feel so good!" I blurted out. Aaron didn't listen, instead he continued to lick the tip of my dick then trace a vein from the tip of my cock to the base. I moaned in pleasure then groaned in agony over his delicious torture. He finally engulfed me taking me all in one go. Comparing the first time that he sucked me to now I was impressed by his improvement. I marveled at his talented throat muscles as he took my flaccid cock almost without any problems. "God, A, you're a born cucksucker," I groaned out. "Yeah, you love it don't you?" Aaron just became more energetic with his cocksucking after that. I saw him blush a little at the praise, but I knew he liked it. We then got into a 69 position with Aaron now playing with my hole and me sucking his dick. I now realized why Aaron was squirming so much when I played with his hole! Having a tongue and finger play with your hole really gets you horned up! I feverishly sucked on his cock but I just couldn't keep up with the copious amount of pre-cum Aaron was producing. It tasted so good though that I kept sucking to see if there was more (and I was definitely rewarded). Suddenly I felt a sharp pain and I looked down to see Aaron sliding a lubed finger into my ass. I groaned in pain which reverberated around his cock sending a wave of pleasure through Aaron's body. Aaron repositioned his finger and rammed it against something inside me that made me shudder. I groaned again in response. "Yeah that's it. Moan like a little. You fucking love this. You love being a bottom bitch, don't you?" I could only moan around Aaron's cock in response. And then suddenly I felt my dick start to spasm and release the pent-up load it had been aching to release. I groaned around Aaron's cock as my orgasm overrode my body. At the same time Aaron came in my mouth and filled me up with his hot man-seed. I shot load after load onto my stomach while Aaron coated my mouth and throat with his cum. We both came down from our orgasmic bliss at the same time and fell into each other's arms. We were still breathing heavy as I lay my head onto Aaron's shoulder. In retrospect this was a bad idea since the next time I looked at the clock it was 4:25. "Shit," I exclaimed realizing how late it was. "What's wrong?" Aaron said still groggy from his nap. "It's 4:25, we have to go!" We hurriedly put our clothes back on and sprayed ourselves with cologne to hide the musk of man-sex. We dashed down the stairs, pulled on our boots and coats, and ran outside. At 4:32 we were two houses down from Chris' house when we went over the plan one more time. We were gonna talk to him reasonably and if that didn't work we were gonna threaten him and charge him with basically anything we could just to get out of this mess. We were turning into the Reynolds' driveway when Mrs. Reynolds began backing out the driveway. She stopped us and asked how we both were and said that she missed seeing us around the house. We told her we just had to discuss with Chris regarding school. She told us to go right in as Darren was studying with Chris and they always kept the music very loud. I thanked her and waved her off. We walked into the house and sure enough we could hear the music blaring from the entryway. We made our way upstairs reveling in the fact that in just a few minutes our lives would be so much better. As I reached the top stair my phone started buzzing and I quickly hit it to make it stop. Thankfully I don't think they heard it over the music. "Do we go in or do we knock?" "I don't think they'll hear us over this," Aaron said indicating the music. We turned the doorknob and opened the door. And just as we were about to call Chris out on everything he'd done we stopped dead in our tracks at the sight that we beheld. Darren and Chris were both naked on the bed in a 69 position. While our victory was sweet it was also short-lived because Aaron said "what the fuck?!" and broke the two horned-up teens apart. And at that moment I hadn't seen anyone try to get dressed as fast as those two. They slowly dismounted from one another and began pulling on pieces of clothing. "Brad? Aaron? What the fuck are you guys doing here?" Chris demanded. I laughed and said, "we were coming to tell you that we're done being blackmailed by you. Oh and I saw what or should I mean who you were doing." "What blackmailer?" "Don't act all innocent. We know it was you who caught us. And now you and Darren are 69-ing. Isn't that a little hypocritical?" I said. "What are you talking about?" Aaron leaned over and said, "Brad I don't think he's the blackmailer." "Will someone please explain to me what's going on?" Darren said. And there we were all at a stand-still. An impasse if you will. By now Chris and Darren had put on all of their clothing (though half of it belonged to the other person). And almost right on cue, our four phones vibrated. I pulled out my phone and almost fainted again. I hadn't hit the end call button I had accidentally picked up the call. And it was from a blocked number that only had 1346 listed as the name...the blackmailer had heart our entire conversation and they now knew about Darren and Chris. I checked the message and, sure enough, it was from 1346: "Hello Aaron, Bradley, Christopher, and Darren. What a surprise it was to find that all of our top athletes secretly have the hots for one another. I'm sure two of you are wondering who I am. Well that's the thing. See A & B thought I was Chris and they were coming to confront you because I caught A giving B a BJ. And now I find that C & D were giving mutual BJs. Isn't it funny that crazy twists like this bring people together? Now what to do with the four of you? I'll let you know...XOXO" Thank you all for the feedback on my story! This one is a little bit longer than the previous two since I have 4 midterms this week...so this will be the last chapter for a little bit.