The Republic

K. J. Pedersen

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Chapter Four

Johannes Kirkagárd

FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 16TH — so many things were happening.

That morning, at the preliminary hearing, Grundtvig had to answer the charges against him. Lukas and his mother sat in back of the courtroom while his father answered to each charge. The judge was blunt, wanted to be through with the whole matter, and a trial date was then set for the following Monday, November 19th.

When Lukas arrived at school following our lunch break, he met up with me, and told me everything.

Lukas said that to the charge of sedition, Grundtvig pleaded guilty, provisionally, and demanded that the precise legal definition of the specific charge placed against him be made plain at his trial. To the charge of conspiracy to overthrow the government of Anglian Federative Republic, he pleaded not guilty. To trespassing, he pleaded guilty. To inciting public disorder, he pleaded not guilty. And, finally, to criminal conspiracy in interfering with local, national, and international commerce, he pleaded not guilty.

“The judge insisted Fa’r be represented by a lawyer. Either by one of his own choosing, or by one appointed by the state,” Lukas told me in the hallway between classes. “But Fa’r told the judge again he was perfectly capable of defending himself.”

“Was that smart?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” Lukas admitted. “Whatever the case may be, my father wanted to proceed on his own.”

“That’s kind of scary?” I asked him. “What do you think?”

“I think Fa’r understands the trial is a legal formality and the conclusion has been reached already,” he said.

“That’s definitely scary,” I said.

He nodded. A long moment passed. He didn’t want to talk about the hearing. It upset him too much, he explained. So, he changed the subject.

Lukas said, “It’s the last game of regular season this evening.”

The regular season consisted of ten games. The first game was always held on the second Friday of September. And here we were, ten weeks later. Already.

“Tillaburh Academy has only a mediocre program, but their defense is strong,” I said. “If we can keep it together, both offensively and defensively, we should win this without any serious troubles.”

“We haven’t lost one yet,” he said without enthusiasm. “At the beginning of school year I was so excited, and now, I hardly care at all.” He looked into my eyes, and asked, “Is that selfish of me, Johan?”

I shook my head.

“After every practice in August and September, I was so excited. Remember? After our first win, I was ready to take on the world. After the article in the Evening Post that said you were probably the best player we’ve had in the last ten years or so, I was proud. I was so proud to be mentioned along with you, as your ‘right hand,’” he said. “And now.... And now I don’t care. I just want it all to be over with.”

I understood where he was coming from.

“If we win this one, we’ll win the Shire Championship,” I said. As we were the only team in North Lancascir, so far, to have gone undefeated this season, we’d win the title by default.

Lukas offered a little nod, and said, “Then it’s on to the Liberian State Championship.”

I smiled at that. It had always been a dream of mine to go to the Championship games, to the final, and to win.

There were only two games in the State Championship series. The series started on the first Friday of December. All the shire champions were matched up according to their average evaluation score. The losers were eliminated and the winners had their scores reevaluated accordingly. Then the Championship Final was played the following Friday afternoon in Corpus Christi between the two teams that had the highest average evaluation scores. The game was always played in the Corpus Christi University Stadium. From there, it was televised live.

Our score so far was in the top twenty in Liberia. If we played well, we might still have a chance to go to the Championship Final. It would be a first for Sceofeld. I definitely wanted that — to go. To win.

“I shouldn’t be saying these things to you,” Lukas said. “Football is important to you.” There was a wistful pause. “It used to be important to me too.”

“Lukas — ”

“I’m tired, Johan.”

I put my arm around his shoulder. “After this game, Lukas, we’ll see where things take us. Play your best.”

“You know I will.”

* * *

I was the first one in the locker room that afternoon. After I undressed and placed my clothes in a pack, I laid back on the wooden bench between the banks of lockers, my legs over the sides, and bare feet on the floor. I had one arm back behind my head. I was looking up at the ceiling, at the water pipes, electrical conduits, and heating tubes. The air in the locker room was cool, almost unpleasantly so. Still, I laid there and relaxed.


I jerked upright suddenly to find Matthias-Paulus. He was at the end of the bank of lockers, his arms crossed over his chest. As usual, he looked smug.

“Hey,” I said.

He walked towards me. “What’s up?”

“Just relaxing before we have to catch the bus.”

I still straddled the bench. He sat across from me the same way. He leaned forward a little so his knees touched mine.

“Cold in here,” he said.


“You have goosebumps, man.”

I rubbed my hands over my arms briskly. “Did Rheinhardtsón forget to pay the bill?” I joked.

Matthias-Paulus shrugged. Then he grinned at me. “What were you doing? Thinking and daydreaming, like your dumb-fuck brother?”

“You’re an ass,” I said.

He shrugged. “How’s your knee feeling?”


He touched my knee and then slowly ran his hand upward onto my thigh, on the inside.

“Man,” I said, and my voice cracked a little, “listen — ”

“I’m not trying to — ”

“Matti told me you tried to give him a hand-job in the bathroom.”

He grinned again, and asked, “What, would you like me to try the same?”

“You are unbelievable!”

“I’ll take the as a compliment.”

You would.”

He laughed. His hand remained on my leg, and then he massaged my knee some. “Does it hurt?” he asked.

“No. It’s healed.”

He wrenched my kneecap. “I can change that!” He laughed.

I grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand away. Usually, Matthias-Paulus didn’t flirt so openly, so I was curious why he was now. He looked me up and down, stood, and opened the door to my locker. He pulled out the sports bandage I kept there for extra support, and sat across from me again.

“Put your leg out,” he said.

“I can wrap my own knee.”

“I never said you couldn’t,” he said. “But you let Lukas and Andreas wrap it, so why not me too?”

“Jealous?” I teased.

He grabbed my knee again and I winced instinctively and jerked away from him.

“Man, hold it out straight,” he said. “Like that. Yeah. Right on.”

I let Matthias-Paulus have his way.

I watched him, and realized he was just trying to be brotherly. He wanted to prove his loyalty and friendship. That was all.

After he had finished wrapping my knee, I thanked him.

“Anytime,” he said.

Then I put on my jersey, shorts, socks, and shoes. Soon all our teammates had joined us in the locker room and were getting ready for the game.

The coach came in a few minutes later, and gave us the obligatory pre-game talk. This was an away game, and the Academy’s bus was waiting outside the gymnasium to take us to Tillaburh, so the coach made his pep-talk short and to the point.

Lukas stood behind me where I sat, leaned forward, and let his forearms rest over my shoulders. I didn’t react as if I was embarrassed, and I didn’t resist.

“We’ve seen the videos,” he said. “We know where Tillaburh’s weaknesses are. They’re with their offensive strategies. Keep that in mind. Keep also in mind our own weaknesses.”

He stared at Markus and then at Lukas. It wasn’t subtle, and we all understood what was meant.

“Play like a team, and we’ll win,” he said. “Play like you’re two teams, and we could very well lose.” After that was said, he asked, “So, who’ll lead us in prayer this evening?”

Tórsten volunteered.

And with that, as usual, Lukas left the locker room.

* * *

As we disembarked from the bus and walked out toward Tillaburh Academy’s gymnasium, Lukas caught me by the elbow. He grinned at me. It was his old grin, his old cheerful, happy, carefree grin. He draped his arm over my shoulder, and said, “I’ve been thinking.”

“About what?”

“The way I’ve let you down,” he said. “You know I don’t mean to.”

“I know, brother.”

“I should’ve never said those things to you earlier about me not caring anymore. It isn’t fair of me to let my worries spill out over you too.”

“They don’t.”

“Bullshit, Johan,” he said. “You lie badly.” Then he drew his arm tighter so our heads touched. “We’re going to win this game. And then we are going to win the next and go to the Championship Final too.”

I wrapped my arm around his middle, put my hand on his side, then suddenly dug my fingers in between his ribs.

“Hey! No fair!” he protested. “Tickling is not fair!”

“Is too,” I said.

“There’s an unwritten rule somewhere against — ” He never finished because he was laughing so hard. He was red-faced and couldn’t defend himself against my onslaught, though he tried.

“Truce!” he declared.

“A momentary truce,” I agreed. Then I leaned forward, and whispered, “We’ll finish this later. But ... only if we win.”

He offered me a lewd smirk. “Oh, Johannes Josef, my lad, we are definitely going to win then.”

* * *

There was only one point during the game where things got rough, and where I thought we might fall behind and never catch up again. Tillaburh did not play well offensively, but their defense held us in check.

We had managed to stay one point ahead of Tillaburh throughout the first half, but the score was tied when their team captain broke through our defense in the first two minutes of the second half. And then, again, they had the ball. A tall, lanky, fast boy on their side scooped the ball right out of Antonius’ hands. It was amazing. And the look of surprise on Antonius’ face really was priceless.

Then they were ahead by one.

“Pass the ball to Godric,” I shouted to Andreas, who had the ball.

Godric was free.

But Andreas didn’t hear me. He ran with the ball, and was pulled down.

It looked bad; Tillaburh had the ball again. Their team captain was good, I had to admit, and he ran with the ball.

Lukas and I, with a look, coordinated our attack, and brought him down. And that was the end for Tillaburh. They lost their momentum after that, and we were merciless. Everything came together for us after that. We played like a team, just as the coach told us we must.

And we won by three points.

Matthias-Paulus tackled me around the waist and pulled me down onto the sod with him. “That was so awesome!” Then he straddled my chest. I grabbed his waist, but before I could throw him off, Tórsten had tackled him.

Tórsten and Matthias-Paulus were wrestling about, jubilant. Andreas jumped into the fray, followed by Antonius and Godric.

“We’re the Shire Champions!” the totally straight Antonius shouted as he leaned in and gave Matthias-Paulus a quick kiss on the forehead.

I stood up just in time to have Lukas bump into me aggressively. He was looking fierce. He grabbed the back of my head and a handful of hair. He pressed his lips to mine.

I was stunned.

“We slaughtered them!” he said and let the fierce look drop like the mask it was. He smiled from ear to ear, and those dimples of his formed at corners of his mouth.

“You were awesome, Luki!”

He leaned forward again and kissed me. I let the moment carry me. I kissed him back and my hands went to his waist. I could hear the shouts of victory from my teammates, but it was background noise.

The kiss lasted for less than five seconds.

“Break it up, boys!” Andreas said to us and laughed.

“Boy-fuckers. Faggots.” That was Markus.

I heard Godric say, “Lighten up, Marky. We won. It’s on to the Liberian State Championships.”

Lukas let go of me and stepped toward Markus. “Marky, c’mon, brother, we won. It’s all good.” He held out his hand for Markus to shake. The expression on Lukas’s face was open, hopeful, and thoroughly sincere.

At first Markus looked surprised. Then his expression clouded for a moment. Behind his eyes, I saw, his emotions warred. Suddenly then his expression hardened. He knocked Lukas’s outstretched hand away with the back of his own hand. I heard his knuckles crack sickeningly against the back of Lukas’s hand, bone against bone.

Lukas let out a pained yelp, jerked his hand back, and shook it vigorously at the wrist. “Ow! Fuck, Markus! That hurt!” He cradled his hurt hand against his chest.

“God, Markus, lighten up,” Godric said.

“He’s trying to let bygones be bygones, man,” Tórsten told Markus.

Markus’s eyes bored into Lukas’s. “Go fuck yourself, Grundtvigsson.”

“Yeah, that’s it, Markus, storm off like the brat you are,” Matthias-Paulus yelled. “Get out of here, you shit; fuck off!”

Godric looked out towards Markus, looked back at the rest of us, shrugged his shoulders, and trotted after his best friend.

I watched Godric and Markus walk into the gymnasium together. Then I turned to Lukas. He massaged his hurt hand with the other. The levity was over.

* * *

After the game Mattæus and his girlfriend met us outside the locker room. Lindi had her arm around my brother’s waist and her thumb was caught under the waistband of his trousers. She held onto him possessively, I noticed, and then understood what Matti had tried to tell me about her, that she was too intense about their relationship, and that it made him uncomfortable.

“Good game,” Lindi said. “You were awesome, Johan.”


“So are we getting ice cream or what?” Matti asked.

Matti had driven our car out to Tillaburh and was going to drive us back to Sceofeld.

“There’s a victory party tonight at the coach’s house,” I said. “Because we won, and have gone undefeated, we’re the new Shire Champions.”

“Two years in a row,” Lindi said.

We’d lost the first championship game the year before, badly, but, at least, we’d gone, and played as well as we could.

“You can come to the party too,” Lukas told Matti and Lindi. “Coach wouldn’t mind if the team captain’s brother and girlfriend showed up.”

“I don’t know,” my brother said.

I put my hand on his shoulder. “Come on,” I urged him. “You might as well. We’ll go to a movie afterwards.”

Matti looked at Lindi. She nodded enthusiastically.

“I guess so,” he said.

“Great,” I said.

* * *

There was a lot of junk food, soft drinks, cookies and brownies, and ice cream at the party. The coach and Godric were grilling burgers on the back porch, despite the chilly weather. Inside, the stereo was on. Some of my teammates were dancing with their girlfriends. It was then I became acutely aware of the fact that everybody on the team had a girlfriend except for Lukas and I. (Well, actually, Andreas’s date wasn’t his girlfriend; they’d only been dating for a few weeks.) Even my brother was there with his girlfriend. The fact wasn’t missed by the other boys either. They’d seen Lukas kiss me full on the mouth, not just once, but twice, after the game. Suddenly, I felt at odds with my teammates.

Nothing was said though.

I found myself suddenly, irrationally worrying about what Coach must’ve thought about me. I imagined something like this: That little faggot pervert doesn’t seem queer though.

Lukas could sense my discomfort and took me aside. He said there was nothing to worry about. “Nobody’s judging us, Johan.”

The funny thing is that I’d never come out to them; I’d been outed by a rumor. One which had morphed from a lie into the truth. I knew Markus was behind the rumor at every point along the way too. At first the rumor had it that I was straight but indulging my natural sexual curiosity under Lukas’s influence. Then it was said I was bisexual, but mostly straight. Next it was said I was bisexual, but going through a ‘gay phase.’ And then finally, the rumor resembled the truth exactly: Lukas and I were both gay, the only two boy-fuckers on the team, and boyfriends. I’d never denied it, at any point, and thus had confirmed the other guys’ suspicions. But nobody acted like they cared, except for Markus. And he was just being mean.

Where everyone else mingled, Markus and Lukas kept to opposite sides of the living room. Lindi was enjoying herself. And even Matti seemed to be having an okay time (despite Matthias-Paulus’s rough and aggressive posturing). The one time that Markus and Lukas did get close enough to make eye contact, they glared at each other hatefully.

I wound up on the couch after eating two burgers and a small bowl of potato chips. Andreas’s date sat next to me and made small talk. Then she was flirting. She leaned against me and got all touchy-feely. Andreas was standing right there; he rolled his eyes. I don’t think he cared one way or the other. Then Antonius’s girlfriend sat on the other side of me and let her hand brush against mine in a not so subtle attempt to annoy Andreas’s date. She let her hand rest on my thigh, and uncomfortably close to my equipment. Next the two girls were trading barbs.

I got out of there before epithets like ‘whore’ and ‘cunt’ were exchanged.

It was approaching ten, and Coach told us to wrap things up.

That’s when I noticed Lindi lead Matti outside onto front porch. She was angry. He was defensive. They were arguing.

I stayed back a few feet but closed in on them enough so that I could listen.

“This is the first time we’ve been out for.... How many weeks has it been?” Lindi demanded.

“Two, Lindi. Two.”

“You’re with Shane and Wulfric just about every day after school. And you’re with them most evenings and nights too,” she said. “Every time I call, you say something like, ‘Sorry, Lindi, Shane and I are doing this, or going here, or whatever.’”

“He’s my best friend.”

“Sometimes I think you two were made for each other,” she said. “You’re both completely immature.”

“Speaking of immature, Lindi — ”

“Don’t you talk to me like that.”

Someone jabbed my ribs.

I spun around. It was Lukas.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“Lindi and Matti are having a ‘tiff,’” I said.

He rolled his eyes.

Matti said, “You’re jealous of a boy, Lindi. A boy. Okay. My best friend. There is no reason for — ”

“You only have time for Shane,” she said. “Of course I’m jealous.”

“This is bullshit!”

“Yeah, you said it!” Lindi noticed me then, and demanded, “What are you staring at?”

“Why don’t you two just kiss and make up,” I said.

“If you want her to shut up, Matti, stick your tongue down her throat,” Lukas said.

“I know where you stick your tongue, Lukas.” Lindi glared at him. “And so do you.”

Things got really unfriendly after that, though not another word was spoken until we got back to the car.

* * *

We were supposed to go to movie, but Lindi was angry. She told Mattæus if he didn’t treat her like a girlfriend maybe they should break up. Matti told her to stop being so jealous because it was unbecoming and to relax. They argued back and forth until, finally, Lindi had enough, and had him drop us off at her house.

“With pleasure,” Mattæus told her.

Lindi called him a few choice words, and then got out of the car, and walked up the drive towards her house.

Matti glared at her back, angry.

“God, I can’t believe that!” he declared. “Did you hear that, guys? She jealous because I spend time with Shane!”

Lukas whispered to me, “Maybe she has good reason to be jealous.”

“I heard that,” Matti said. “Shut up, Lukas.”

Then Matti turned on the radio and pulled away from her house, still fuming.

Because Matti was driving and Lindi had been sitting in the passenger’s seat, Lukas and I were together in the backseat. And neither us had wanted to sit up front after Lindi left.

Lukas wrapped his arm around my shoulders and rest his head against mine. We got comfortable together and cuddled. In the rearview mirror, I could see Matti smirk and shake his head.

The music time block ended and an announcer informed us the next hour block would be devoted to a political debate between the three primary candidates running from our district in the AFR for the Senate of the Terran Republic.

Political campaigns were not as drawn out as they had been during the Era of the Democratic Republic. I’d read that in those days the campaigns often spanned many months and cost many millions, particularly in the years following the Great War, and up until the end of universal suffrage. Nowadays, the electoral season was short, dense, and aimed exclusively at the middle- and upper-classes, as it mattered not at all what the disenfranchised wanted.

The polls would open on December 3rd, the first Monday of December, and so, naturally, the candidates were all out in force trying to advance their positions. After the votes were counted and certified by the electoral commission on or before the 15th of December, the newly elected representatives would swear allegiance to the Republic, and to uphold the Constitution, and take their seats that same day, New Year’s Day.

None of us wanted to hear the debate and Matti changed to radio station again and again in a search for music (his type of music, that is). When Matti finally found what he wanted, Lukas and I groaned.

“It’s either this or silence, you two,” he said.

“Then silence it is,” Lukas and I said together.

* * *

Because Matti was driving, I wasn’t at all surprised when he pulled up in front of Shane’s apartment. My brother jumped out of the car and ran up the footpath to Shane’s front door.

A moment later, Matti and Shane came out of the apartment, talking, gesturing with their hands. They were already deep in conversation. Then Matti handed his keys to Shane.

“Hey, guys, how’s it?” Shane said as he got into the car on the driver’s side.

Lukas shrugged. “We’re out prowling.”

“It’s looks to me that you two are doing something else entirely,” Shane said with a mischievous smirk.

“Yeah, something,” Lukas said and rolled his eyes.

Matti got in on the passenger’s side.

“Shane’s driving?” I asked him.

He was sarcastic. “Looks that way.”

“You have a driver’s license, right, Shane?” I asked.

Shane didn’t answer.

“Fuck,” I said. “No license.”

“So what?” Matti said.

“What if we get pulled over?”

Matti slugged Shane’s shoulder. “Then Mac Cormac gets arrested.”

“Fuck,” I said again.

Shane was annoyed. “I know how to drive, Johan.”

And Shane drove fine, though aimlessly, north through Acbeorg and Lifrapol æt Acbeorg and then west across The Bridge into Niew Lifrapol. Matti and Shane were in the front seat, talking, then arguing. It was funny to listen to them go at it. They agreed on so many levels that their arguments were futile. These were driven, primarily, by semantical differences, and clarifications of position, and.... They argued for argument’s sake!

“You two shut up,” Lukas said finally.

Shane looked at us in the rearview mirror. “As soon as pull your hand out of Johan’s breeches.”

“Wish it was you back here, with my hand down the front of your trousers?” Lukas countered.

“Nah,” he said. “Johan’s more my type.”

“Ow!” Matti said. “He got you, Luki. Admit it!”

Lukas implied that Shane and Matti were secretly lovers then. They went along with that because it was meant as a joke (though I knew Lukas believed that Shane was, in fact, in love with Matti). Apparently Matti understood that Lukas believed he was bisexual, and this ‘joke’ was one that seemed to embarrass him a lot more than it did Shane for that reason. The language got pretty raunchy though when Lukas described the sex acts they were performing with one another in bathrooms at Sceofeld Academy between classes.

My brother had enough when Lukas said that Shane loved to kiss Matti’s balls and suck the tip of his cock.

“Shut up, Lukas,” he said. “That’s nasty.”

Lukas was taken aback by the tone of voice. “Man, I was just kidding,” he said.

“It isn’t funny,” Matti said.

Lukas grumbled, stung by the scolding.

Things settled again after a few minutes and Shane turned on the radio. Fortunately, he had better taste in music than my brother.

Lukas was sleepy and leaned back against me and we unfastened our seatbelts. Then he unfastened the front of my breeches and his hand slipped down the front of my underwear again. We held each other, closed our eyes, and then my hands were on his cock, too. I cupped his balls in one hand.

“Jesucristus, you two!” Shane said. “Why don’t you just give each other a hand job and get it over with?”

“If you don’t like it, stop looking in the rearview mirror,” Lukas said.

Matti laughed.

But Lukas and I stayed together in that position, comfortable, and content. I drifted off to sleep and was only awakened when Shane took a turn too fast and I hit my head on the side window.

I opened my eyes. We were in Tillaburh again. We’d come around, a full circle. How long had we been driving?

“What time is it?” I asked.

“After one in the morning,” Matti answered.

“We need to go home,” I said.

“Yeah,” Matti said.

Lukas was awake now and he nuzzled against me. “Shane, drive Johan and I back to my house.”

* * *

“Are you going home?” I asked Mattæus.

We were parked at the curb in front of Lukas’s house. I was standing at the passenger’s side window, talking to my brother. Lukas stood beside me, his arm around my waist.

“I think I’m going to spend the night at Shane’s,” he said.

Lukas leaned in against me. “C’mon, Johan, let’s go inside,” he said. “I’m tired.”

“Father is going to be so pissed off if neither of us goes home tonight,” I told Matti.

Matti nodded. “Tough. I guess that’s something we’ll have to deal with tomorrow then.”

I wasn’t looking forward to that.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Shane called from the driver’s side, “You two have fun!”

Lukas turned up his middle finger at Shane and stuck out his tongue.

Matti rolled up the window and they drove away.

Lukas and I, our arms around each other, made our way up the driveway and went to front door. Lukas unlocked the front door and the two of us sneaked inside. We made our way across the darkened living room and up the stairs.

Once Lukas and I were safely in his bedroom and the door was locked behind us, we took off our clothes. Lukas was naked about twenty seconds later. I undressed more slowly, still shy about the whole being naked thing, and especially so because the bedroom light was on.

Lukas pulled my underwear down off my hips and down my thighs. He dropped to his knees and tugged my briefs down further and let them drop around my ankles. The he did something he’d never done before — he leaned forward and touched the tip of his tongue against the tip of my penis.

I was already hard, but the sensation was intense, and I cried out his name.

He pushed my foreskin back completely away from the head and further down my shaft. Then he took the entire head of my erection into his mouth. Automatically my back arched, I moaned, and pushed forward, all the way, into his mouth. My hands were in his hair.

“Lukas, oh!”

“You like that?” he asked after a moment.

“Yes, very much,” I said.

Lukas was up again and pushed me down onto his bed. He was suddenly very lusty and his hands were all over me.

“I thought you were tired,” I said, surprised by the ferocity of his playful nips at my flesh.

“Not that tired,” he said and kissed me on the abdomen, just an inch or so above my pubic hair.

Then he took my cock in his mouth again, and I pushed my hips up, thrusting into his mouth. I could believe how good it felt.

“Lukas, stop,” I said and pulled out of his mouth and simultaneously pushed his head away. “Stop, or I’ll come.”

He looked for a moment, and grinned, “That is the general idea, man.”

“I want to do this for you, too,” I said.

And so, we adjusted our position. His cock was just inches away from my face. He was already going down on me again. And I wasn’t sure what to do. Okay, I admit I was a little bit freaked out. I touched his cock, stroked it, then took just the head into my mouth.

Lukas had his arm wrapped around the small of back, across my buttocks, between my legs, and his hand was on the inside of my thigh. So I did the same thing to him. And after that, in that embrace, I felt more at ease and took more of him, deeper. I tried not to gag, and quickly learned how it was done.

He knew what he was doing and sucked on my cock with such desire that I couldn’t help it. I came. I was embarrassed because it was in his mouth. But he obviously wasn’t embarrassed by it at all. He just swallowed and continued to do what he was doing.

I had stopped sucking his cock after I came.

Finally, he stopped, and sat up. “Are you okay?” he asked.

I nodded.

“It’s fine, Johan,” he said. “Don’t be embarrassed.”

“I’m sorry I came like that.”

“I’m not,” he said. “Do you want to stop?”

I shook my head.

“Look, man, if you don’t want to suck it, I understand,” he said.

“No. It’s not that,” I said.

“You are embarrassed,” he said.

“A little,” I said. “But I want to do it for you, too. Really.”

“Go easy,” he said. “At your own pace.”

And I did. When Lukas came, I was surprised by it, and the taste, but I swallowed just as he had.

We rested on the bed for a few minutes, but soon I was hard again, and even though we only had oral sex once that night, I came with Lukas twice more, fucking cock to cock as we usually did.

And though we tried to be quiet, the suspicious look on his mother’s face the following morning at breakfast, indicated that we hadn’t been as quiet as we thought.

* * *

To be continued....