Date: Sun, 21 May 2023 04:26:10 -0500 From: Fang Saito Subject: Cadence - Chapter 24 This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real people or places is purely coincidental. This story is the property of the author and is protected under copyright laws. The author retains all rights. No reproduction is allowed without the author's consent. Conversations and feedback are appreciated to Greyson B. via email at hokkaidohotel86it@gmail.com. I love hearing from readers. If you enjoy this story, please support the Nifty archives today with a thoughtful donation by visiting https://donate.nifty.org/. This story will contain graphic depictions of sex between males of teen and adult ages (M/m, m/m). If this is an issue for you or the laws where you live, you are obviously in the wrong place. I've had a couple of people ask, so I thought I would start a quick mailing list. If you would like to be notified via email when a new chapter drops, just email me at hokkaidohotel86it@gmail.com and I will notify you at the appropriate time. Cadence Part 24 It felt weird for Cade to not be heading out to the bus. In a funny way, it felt as "naughty", if perhaps in a different way, as what Cade knew James was wanting. The longer he waited by his locker, the more out of sorts Cade felt, sure that there was a problem at home that he could be fixing, if only he had taken the bus. Or that James was playing a prank, and had left. Or worse, that James had forgotten about meeting him, leaving Cade both with no ride home, and also abandoned. But no, Cade knew he was being unreasonable. It was not even five minutes after classes had let out. In fact, glancing at one of the clocks on the wall, he knew that if he really needed to go, his bus would not even be leaving for another eight to ten minutes. The part of Cade who had accustomed himself to never rocking the boat at school found himself desperately wanting to go catch that bus. The bus was safety, routine, normalcy. Instead, the part of him that craved this new attention from James easily won out, no matter the strain on his nerves. Within moments the inner debate was ended, and Cade was rewarded as James swooped in out of nowhere, throwing an arm around his shoulders. Cade jumped, but quickly laughed. "Got what you need?" asked James. "Come on." James removed his arm, but by all of his body language motioned for Cade to follow him. By this point, the halls were barely half empty. But this meant they were also half full, and Cade was so self conscious about what they were up to, that he felt like every other student around them knew as well. Soon enough, James had led them to an unoccupied area of the school. Cade was surprised that they weren't back in the theater props storage room again, and said so. "Are you kidding?" laughed James. "The theater geeks are all stressing themselves out with after school practices for their fall show coming up right after Thanksgiving break." "So? You said this semester's show was being practiced on the other side of the school, and that the room we had been in was old storage." When James didn't answer, but instead kept leading Cade on, he added, "And didn't you say you were one of those `theater geeks'?" "I'm just support staff," said James, still laughing teasingly. "So I'm not missing anything." Soon after, James pulled Cade into an empty classroom. Cade had no idea why this area of the building was any safer than any other, but he either trusted James, or he didn't. James locked the door once they were inside, and deftly spun Cade around where they were face to face, bringing him in for a kiss. Cade was left breathless, both from the suddenness, and from the sheer intensity of the kiss. His senses were overwhelmed with the smell and taste of the boy towering over him. Then something occurred to him. "Spearmint." "Huh?" muttered James as he pulled back slightly, a grin on his face. "Your breath smells like spearmint. It did the last time we kissed at school. But it didn't last weekend." James grinned in a way that made Cade want to blush. Maybe he was. "Yeah, I chew gum here at school." "Isn't gum not allowed?" "Don't you know it!" James laughed, pulling Cade back in. This time, as their lips locked once again, James started rubbing his hands up and down Cade's back. Deciding to pay him back this time, Cade began working his hands up under the taller boy's shirt, teasing his fingers into the waistband of his pants. James reacted by sucking in his breath and grinning, even as they continued kissing. Cade must have gotten into his own head, because the next thing he knew, he found that he was facing away from James, his hands supporting himself on a desk in front of him. James was leaning over his back, kissing his neck and working his pants down just barely past his ass. This was such a new experience for him, having sex for the first time fully clothed. James had applied some kind of lube, and Cade fought to relax and push back, as the bigger teen pushed his thick cock inside, inch by careful inch. "Oh, fuck," moaned James, still looking above the smaller teen, pressing against his back. "You are so god damned tight. I love you so much." Cade melted at the sentiment, fully relaxing as he laid his chest against the top of the desk, laying his head on its side. James planted one hand on the desk behind Cade's head, to support his weight, while the other was planted in Cade's back, between his shoulder blades, pinning him fully. As the older boy began picking up speed and plowing him properly, Cade lost himself in the feeling of having his bowels opened so fully, stretched so thoroughly, bred so deeply. With every thrust, Cade was reminded of just how fat the cock inside him was. Just how much he had to concentrate initially, for it not to tear him open. James represented so many firsts for Cade. It was his first real crush, now his first real love. Not just his first boyfriend, but also his first sexual relationship with someone of his own choosing. His first romance, his first in-school kiss, his first in-school climax. Hell, James was the first person he had had sex with in his own bed, and the first time he had ever topped someone. James was his first public sex, with the blowjob in the movie theater, and now here he was, his first time getting fucked while still clothed. And now he was left in a sexually frustrating conundrum. Being fucked like this felt so good. James' cock was hitting all his buttons, both physically and psychologically. But between being bent over the desk and his pants still being mostly up, he couldn't reach his rock hard cock. He couldn't stroke himself, and nothing about the angle was moving his member against the fabric of his tight bikini briefs. All of it was so overwhelming, drawing Cade further and further into a mindless, timeless, blissful state. He was so horny, but he was being fucked so good that he wasn't sure he would have had the energy to jerk himself, even if he could have reached. "Ugh-ugh-ugh, oh fu-, fu-, fuuuuuuuuuck!" moaned James, losing the rhythm he had built, thrusting deep one last time, and then collapsing forward as he emptied himself into the small, tight ass beneath him. Cade was so used to Duncan awkwardly laying his weight on the small teen, that he thought nothing of James' weight, being probably half of the older man's size. "That felt so fucking good," said James, lifting himself up and pulling Cade's slighter body up with him, his arms wrapped around Cade's bony chest. "I love you so much." James held them there, Cade basking in the glow of all the warm feelings he took from the teen behind him, adoring his love. After a moment, James cock slipped from Cade's swollen sphincter, and he fought to clench his cheeks together, willing his hole to close and not drool the mess he knew was up inside himself. James released him and began pulling his own pants up, straightening himself out and obviously preparing to leave. Still horny as hell, and feeling a bit colder at realizing James wasn't going to get him off, he started fixing up his own pants. Cade was a little dejected, disappointed that James wasn't going to reciprocate. But he felt it would have looked childish to complain about it. It left him feeling confused as they left the classroom. He felt as empty and hollow as the halls they walked through, and it sucked the glow from what they had just done. Only a short time later, James dropped off Cade in his driveway, giving him a kiss and thanking him for the arrangement. It was obvious that something was off with Cade, but the older teen assured him that nothing bad had happened by staying over after school, and that the experience had been amazing. Cade had brushed off his initial feelings and had agreed that he loved James, and had certainly enjoyed himself. And he had. Now that the initial moment had passed, his anus still twitched at the thought of how well he had been stretched, how amazing the sex had been. Therefore Cade was reeling and flushed with a renewed sense of lustful love as he entered the house. Duncan's car had been in the driveway, and sure enough the man was sitting on the couch with Jordan, as Cade's younger brother was excitedly telling their "uncle" about something that had happened at school that day. Cade said "hi" and tried to see if he could slide on by, without getting caught up too much with them for the moment. However, Cade had barely made it to the bedroom hallway before Duncan had seemingly bounded off the couch and caught up with him, leaving Jordan alone, mid sentence, on the couch. "Hey there. Did you have fun?" asked Duncan, having reached out and grabbing Cade's bicep with his larger hand. "Yes, I had fun," said Cade, trying to pull away without seeming rude, and without showing any blushing. "Can I please go to the bathroom, Duncan?" Duncan grinned, excitement showing in his face. "Is that because you need to `empty the evidence', as it were?" When Cade blushed, Duncan's eyebrows raised in delight. "It is, isn't it! Oh my god. You still have his load up in there." He started pulling the teen into the master bedroom. "That is so hot." Cade barely had time to react before Duncan had playfully tossed him in the direction of the bed. By the time he had sat up, the bedroom door was already locked, and the man's shirt was already halfway off. Cade had no choice but to cooperate, to keep his own clothes from being torn as they were pulled from his body. He was tossed face down on the bed, and Duncan's stubbled face began eating out his ass, the razor burn from his five o'clock shadow destroying any attempt at the boy enjoying the rimming he was receiving. When he cried out at the discomfort, Duncan finally came out of his lustful haze. "Sorry," he said breathlessly. "Sorry about that, Babe." Duncan moved up on the bed behind the small teen, chuckling. "But I guess if I can't suck that teen boy load out of you, I'll have to fuck it out of you." And that is what he did. With no prep work, no foreplay, no pretense of permission or even interest, Duncan lined up his cock with Cade's red, swollen anal lips. He didn't shove quickly, but he used his size and weight to press the full length of his man-size cock into Cade with one, steady push. Once he bottomed out, feeling Cade's inner cavity of cum squishing against the skin of his cock, he held it there, trying to picture the boy that had ravaged his own boy. His libido was stoked by the thought of Cade having sex with another young teen. His cock swelled as he pictured that, of course, Cade would be the bottom. He couldn't picture the tiny boy as anything but a bottom, as nice as Cade's cock might be. So thrilling was the idea of knowing his cock was where another teenager's cock had been just a short time ago, that he barely needed a dozen thrusts before his cock expanded, adding his adult load to that of the other boy. Mortified and feeling blatantly used, the moment he was able, Cade rolled out from under the man and started pulling his clothes together so he could leave the room. As he made it to the door, Cade looked back at the man that had just carelessly and coldly fucked him as that foster bastard two years ago. Duncan was just sitting up on the edge of the bed, shirtless, with his pants around his ankles, tangled in his shoes. He had a stupid, almost drunken grin on his face. Cade wanted to spit at the thumbs up the man gave him as he let himself out of the room, closing the door behind him. Not able to figure out if he was surprised or not, Simon was the first to broach the subject of Cade's date during that Friday's D&D game. "So, how did it go?" Seeing Cade's blank look, he added, "The date, numbnuts. How was last Saturday? "It was really pretty awesome." Cade didn't go into too many details, but gave enough to satisfy everyone and let them know they weren't getting anything more. Later that night, Nathan and Cade were left cleaning up, the others having either left or gone upstairs. Nathan took the opportunity to bring the topic back up. "So last weekend went well? Are you seeing him again?" "I already have," giggled Cade. "Well, I mean I know you see him at school all the time." he paused, then, "Ooh." He laughed. "You've been busy. And speaking of, how did Duncan take it?" "He's surprised me," said Cade. "He seemed to be a hundred percent on board with it." Cade didn't add that he had been almost too on board. "Well, if you need another weekend, my parents were cool with Jordan staying over another night. You know that if they knew-" "But they don't," interrupted Cade. "And they won't." He stared down his best friend. "You promised." Pause. "Right?" Silence from Nathan. "Right?" Cade asked more forcefully. Finally Nathan sighed. "Yes. I promised." Cade gave his friend a hug. "Thanks. I know you've got my back." "Well speaking of having your back," said Nathan hesitantly, "The fuck happened with Simon?" "It's solved," answered Cade. His head was turned, not wanting to let his friend know his thoughts on that can of worms. "You know he was really cut up about how insensitive he was that time. He very fucking well can wait to get his own girlfriend to get sucked off," Nathan said in frustration. Then seeing the flush that came to Cade's cheeks, his jaw dropped. "You didn't," said Nathan in awe. "Please tell me you didn't." "You made him pay for lunch!" Cade tried to explain. "What?" exploded Nathan in disbelief. "After that whole fight, you what, sucked him off at the mall?" Cade hung his head, trying to hide his face. "I didn't want to owe him," muttered the smaller teen. "And I hated how awkward he was making it." "Fuck, Cade. You wanted to pay him back for $5 in tacos with a blowjob?" Seeing how utterly messed up Cade was getting over this conversation, Nathan sighed. "I'm going to drop this for now, because I love you like a brother. But Cade, we are going to have to address this. The way you are looking at all this is seriously fucked up." When Cade looked up at Nathan in something between confusion and fear, Nathan added, "You are one of the smartest people I have ever met, my guy. But seriously, you are in a fucked up situation, and I'm reaching the end of my belief that you are handling this right. I want to help you here." "I've got this," said Cade. It was clear to both of them that he was trying to convince himself as much as he was Nathan. "I'm trusting you," said Nathan. "But I want you to keep something in mind. Look at me." He waited until Cade would look up at him, and their eyes locked. "If something happens to you, I could be charged as an accessory because I know everything that's going on." Cade winced at that. "And Cade? Look at me. Jordan knows what's going on, I almost guarantee it." Cade's face lost some of its color. "So that means that your brother could be charged as an accessory if something happens to you. I'm going to drop this for now, but I want you to add that into your equations from here on." Cade nodded. They didn't say anything else for a time, and once they finished straightening up, they threw on a movie and started talking about holiday plans. Nathan wanted to know what Duncan's Christmas plans were. Last year, Duncan had come back and had been living with them through the holiday months, but he hadn't so far this year. In fact, he seemed to have been busier at work, giving them more grocery money, but coming around less. "My parents don't know what's going on, but they have asked whether you guys wanted to come over for Christmas break. You know, stay for a few weeks." "Really? That could be really cool." "They even asked me if you would like them to invite Duncan over for Christmas day. They aren't a fan of him, because they think he leaves you and Jordan alone too much. But for you, they are willing to invite him over." "I'll think about it and talk to him," said Cade. "Oh, and since next week is Thanksgiving, what would you think about maybe seeing a movie on Saturday? I can squeeze in a little extra money. But last week it occurred to me that Jordan hasn't been to a movie theater in too long." "Always the perfect big brother," said Nathan as he smiled and gave Cade's shoulder a squeeze. "Let's make it a day at the mall, shall we? Oh, and should we invite the rest of the party?" "Sure," exclaimed Cade. "Should be a blast." "And you're coming over after school on Wednesday, right?" asked Nathan. When Cade gave him a questioning look, he added, "For Thanksgiving? Unless Duncan has said something about trying to do something Thursday?" "Oh. No, he hasn't yet. I haven't thought to ask." "Then it's settled," said Nathan, a determined look on his face. "I'll tell my folks that Duncan has some kind of work issue and is out of town on Wednesday and Friday. They'll snatch you up so fast, you won't know what hit you." Nathan laughed goodnaturedly. "It will be epic."