Date: Tue, 4 Jul 2023 02:42:34 -0500 From: Fang Saito Subject: Cadence - Chapter 29 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. The story is racing toward its completion. Here's to a solid ending! Cadence Part 29 The boys were dropped off at home by Nathan on the Saturday before school started. They hadn't heard from Duncan since that last weekend, so they didn't know what to expect. He wasn't there, but surprisingly the fridge and cabinets had been recently restocked. Cade was still dreading their next face to face. He wasn't sure what he thought of his "uncle" at the moment, and wasn't sure how he was going to react the next time they saw one another. He was also worried about how mad Jordan got when Duncan's name got brought up. In fact, he had to sit Jordan down that night and have a talk with him. "I think we need to have a reminder about Duncan," Cade said. "As long as I get to bunch him in the balls and call the cops," Jordan exclaimed. "And maybe get some bikers to beat him up!" "If only we could," sighed Cade. "Instead, we have to suck it up and act like it never happened." "No way! He was way too mean to you!" Jordan shouted. "And what happens if we do call the cops, Jor-bear?" "He goes to jail!" "Right before we get split up and go into foster families," reminded Cade. "And actually, I'm probably too old for a foster family. So you'd go back to some Sarah or Kevin, and I'd be living in some group home for the next four years. If we're lucky, we'd see each other in that wonderful group therapy once a week." The reality hit Jordan. Speechless for a moment, he pouted. "There's gotta be something we can do. We can't let him hurt you like that." Cade reached over and hugged Jordan. "It was a one time thing. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again." "Promise?" asked Jordan, clearly unhappy with the lack of answers and options. "I'll go back to Sarah, if it stops him hurting you." "Look," said Cade. "Just go... go make sure your bag is ready for school Monday or something. We just need to remember that this has to stay between us! We can't let this get out and screw us up." He shook his brother's shoulders gently. "Right?" When Jordan didn't immediately answer, he shook him a bit more for emphasis. "Right, Jor-bear?" "Right," Jordan groused. "I still want to beat him up, but I'll let you handle it. Assuming DM doesn't do something!" Cade shot up at that. "What? Did Nathan say something?" "No, but you know DM. He's about done with Duncan," said Jordan. "He really wants to step in and send that bastard to jail." "Well it's not something to worry about right now, okay? Let's save the fight until we have to deal with it. For now, I just wanted to remind you to stay quiet about it with your friends and teachers at school." Jordan just rolled his eyes adorably and they moved on with their weekend. And since it was still the weekend and James knew they were home, he started begging to be able to come back over and see Cade before school started back up. Cade really wanted to see James, but didn't think it was a good idea. He had tried calling Duncan's number and had only gotten his voicemail, but that didn't mean he couldn't end up stopping by on Sunday. In fact, that seemed to be his M.O. for the last few weeks leading up to Christmas. Therefore, Cade promised James he could come over after school on Monday, assuming something didn't come "come up with Cade's parents". First period Monday, Cade had barely gotten settled at his desk when his teacher told him that he needed to report to the office. There were lots of "oohh"s from about half the class, even though most of them didn't know Cade well enough to assume he was in trouble. He grabbed up his bag and headed to the office, where he was asked to take a seat. He watched with disinterest while two students were given late passes, and a mom made arrangements to check out her darling "Becky" later that day for a doctor's appointment. About ten minutes later Mr. Jordan, the guidance counselor, came out of the back leading another boy. He saw the other kid out, and then waved for Cade to come back to his office. "Well, Mr. Dylan," he said as he arranged himself behind his desk. "What do your Thursday afternoons look like?" When Cade looked at him with confusion, Mr. Jordan smiled and took a flier out of a manila folder, spinning it around and sliding it across the desk. "Looks like you got your wish, kiddo." Looking over the flier, Cade realized that it was advertising for students to sign up for a new "Gaming Club", specializing in Dungeons & Dragons. It looked like it would be for an hour and a half, every Thursday right after school. It meant that Cade was going to have to work something out with Jordan, with the worst option being that his brother was going to be left alone for a time. But it also meant that Cade was going to have to figure out a way to get home for himself. If he couldn't get himself home, then he couldn't participate, himself. He would have to think about this. "The good news is," said Mr. Jordan, "we were able to contact a program that allowed us a certain number of permissions for downloading and distributing the materials needed. The books and whatnot. Obviously we won't have whole books, but we will be able to print out copies of an introductory box set, and start from there. Perhaps with time, we can find some funds to acquire copies of some of the basic books. I understand that there are three?" "Yes, sir," said Cade. "The Player's Handbook, the DM's Guidebook, and the Monster's Manual." "So, this Thursday is the first meeting. Right after seventh period, in pod E, room 5." "Yes, sir," said Cade. "Is there anything else I should know?" "That depends. As I understand it, they need experienced players that can run games. Is that you?" "I don't know," said Cade in surprise. "I've never tried running a game. But I guess I could try?" "Well, come in and meet the faculty adviser on Thursday. I'm sure he will get things sorted. For now, go on and get to class. The secretary out front will get you a pass back to class." "Thank you, sir." "Oh, and here," said Mr. Jordan, handing Cade the manila folder. "Take these and hand them out as you see appropriate." Cade took the folder, seeing that it was a dozen copies of the same flier. Back in class, Cade thought about it, and decided the best he could think of was to give one to each of his teachers and talk to them about it. Most were teachers that had AP classes, and would know other teachers with classes full of nerds like himself. Then at lunch he talked to Ms. Finch, who let him put copies up on the two entrances to the library. Still having heard nothing from Duncan, Cade let James drive him home, and they were home only a few minutes after Jordan. His little bro gave them a small amount of ribbing before they ended up back in Cade's bedroom, behind a locked door. This time, Jordan agreed not to come back and mess with them like he had the time before. "Oh, fuck. I've missed you," said James, as he grabbed Cade and began kissing him the moment the door was closed. "I've missed you, too," muttered Cade in between their kisses. Then as they pulled away, he said, "More than you know." James started pulling the younger boy over to the bed. "What does that mean?" "Oh, nothing. It's just, Christmas break didn't start out too good." "Is there somebody I need to go beat up?" James joked. "No, nothing like that," said Cade. "My uncle and I... kind of... got into it. He said and did some... not nice things." "Oh, baby. Come here." James pulled Cade up close and made him lay down in the bed together with him. They were still clothed, but the bigger boy pulled Cade against his chest, holding him in a big spoon, little spoon, and began stroking his hair. Cade sighed and relaxed into his boyfriend. It was still kind of weird having a boyfriend. In a lot of ways, Cade felt like he was too young to be having a boyfriend. He was only fourteen. He was just starting high school. James was sixteen and a junior. That was a pretty big difference. And speaking of big differences, James had eight inches and 60 pounds on him. And that was nothing to the fact that Cade was basically lying to James about everything. Literally everything about his home life was a lie. And now, here was this wonderful guy, being so sweet, and Cade just didn't deserve him. What was James going to do if he found out that Cade had been basically raped not two weeks before? That the last man to have been inside Cade was when he had allowed himself to be tied down, and hadn't even gotten a good look at what the guy looked like? Cade couldn't remember three quarters of what he had done with Greg that night, but considering the bruises and how sore he had been, it must have been a lot. Suddenly Cade was filled with shame. How could he realistically do anything with James now, knowing he didn't even know the face of the last man to have shoved his... thing inside him? Cade started to cry. He was able to keep his vocalizations quiet, but his shoulders still shook, and his chest heaves slightly. "Babe? Hey, are you okay?" James could obviously tell that he was crying, and that just freaked Cade out even more. A wave of embarrassment flooded over him, and he fought to control his emotions. "Hey, what's going on, man? Should I go get your brother?" "No," Cade managed to get out. "I'll be okay in a minute." He worked to catch his breath and speak in a normal tone, hiding both how much he was upset, and his embarrassment. "I'll be okay in a minute." "No problem," said James, playing with Cade's hair and kissing his neck. "I love you, babe." Cade, for his part, tried to concentrate on James' attention, and let it bring him back to the present. Soon enough, he had his negative emotions back locked away, and was starting to moan softly at the older teen's lips and teeth on his neck. Before long, James could tell that Cade was getting into it, and his other hand began to roam, as he continued attacking the smaller boy's neck. Soon enough, his hand had worked under the hem of Cade's shirt and was exploring his belly. Then his fingertips began teasing at the waistband of his jeans, causing Cade to suck in his belly and moan louder at the attention. Before either of them really knew what was happening, Cade's pants were unbuttoned and his cock had been pulled out of his briefs, slowly and achingly being stroked by James' talented fingers. James had also ceased his feast on the younger teen's neck, and was now nibbling on his earlobe. It wasn't long, however, before he slid away enough to roll Cade onto his back and straddle him, working his way down to begin sliding his tshirt up and off. From there, he worked down and took Cade's hard organ in his mouth. Cade hissed in satisfaction at the hot, wet mouth sliding down his shaft. It was only as he began enjoying James' attention that he realized that he had been so out of it that he couldn't remember jerking off since that night, more than two weeks ago. The head of his cock was now hyper-sensitive, and he began thrusting up into James' eager mouth. Cade fought to help James as he managed to get Cade's pants and underwear off. James moved down to begin licking and sucking at Cade's balls, while slowly stroking his hard shaft with one hand. Cade tried to reach down and take over stroking himself, but James giggled into Cade's taint as he teasingly slapped Cade's hand away, forcing him to accept the slow, half ignored stroking. Cade whined in frustration, then James popped up and said, "Here, hold these," before playfully shoving Cade's ankles up toward his chest. Cade instinctively grabbed them, then willingly pulled his legs back to his chest as the older teen began attacking his ass the same way he had done his neck earlier. Cade began panting and moaning like mad as James began licking, sucking, and tonguing his hole with abandon. He tried hooking one of his knees with his elbow so that he could go back to stroking his now neglected cock, but once again, James sensed it and swatted his hand away. Cade threw his head back in pleasant frustration, realizing that James was going to be in charge, and that's all there was to it. Cade felt James fumbling around, even as he kept his tongue planted deeply inside his hole, before the older boy withdrew, and nearly as quickly Cade felt the head of his fat cock pressing to slide inside. Cade knew it wasn't going to go in no matter how much spit James had used, so he rolled over to the side and grabbed some lube. Within seconds, Cade was gasping and concentrating on relaxing, as James forced himself slowly and carefully inside. Once James was seated fully inside Cade is when the fun really began. James would thrust in and out a few times, the pull out so that he could lean down and take Cade in his mouth to the root. He would suck Cade for a moment, then lift up and lean forward, spearing him again. Over and over. Thrust and suck. Penetrate and engulf. Both were being teased, both edged, but both not allowed enough to get close to cumming. Eventually James quit trying to do both, and went back to plowing Cade, while stroking the younger boy in tandem to his thrusts. He was careful to pay attention to both of them, however. Occasionally he would stop his thrusts to give his sensitivity a break while he worked on stroking Cade. But every time Cade would start getting close, James would feel his ass clench, and he would stop stroking. Cade was panting by this point, absolutely convinced that he could not last a moment longer. Every time James gave his cock a single stroke, he was convinced that was going to be the one that sent him over the edge. "Please let me cum," begged Cade, squeezing his ankles to the sides of his face in frustration. James let go of Cade's cock, and grabbed his hips, starting a hard, deep rhythm of thrusting that bottomed out hard on each down stroke. "Cum for me, babe!" called out James. Cade took that as permission and let go of one leg, grabbing his shaft and thrumming away on it. The anal contractions his stroking was causing as he jerked his cock were causing James to start hissing at his own thrusting. In the end, the feeling of his ass being filled along with his vigorous stroking was too much, and he clamped down as he began shooting. Of course, the moment he clamped his ass muscles, that was just too much for poor James, and he thrust forward, laying his weight forward as he began shooting off inside Cade. The extra pressure was enough to bend Cade forward further so that while his first shot splattered across one of his nipples, the second and subsequent shots angled higher, flooding his own face with his hot sticky liquid. At last they were both able to come down off the rush of their climaxes, and as they caught their breath, rolled over to spoon again. Cade grabbed onto the arm wrapped around his chest, catching his breath, and started giggling. His giggles soon turned to laughter. Soon he was laughing so hard that he was shaking. James raised his head to look over Cade's body, trying to see his face. "Are you okay, babe?" James asked, smiling as he tried to figure out if he should be laughing as well. "Yeah," said Cade as his laughter subsided. "I think I just needed to fucking let go." He laughed a few more times, raising James' arm up enough that he could kiss the slightly sweaty skin of his forearm. "I think a good, solid fuck was exactly what I needed." James rolled them over so that they were face to face, and began kissing Cade. Suddenly he pulled back. "Is there... is there cum on your face?" He asked with a laugh. "I guess I was really backed up," grinned Cade. "And you managed to hit a pretty good angle there at the end!" The spent the next few minutes giggling and holding one another, before finally getting up and sneaking across the hall to go get a shower together. This was another new and exciting first for Cade, showering with James like this. They fooled around a bit, and eventually sucked one another off before finally cutting off the water and getting out to dry one another off. As they were finally straightening everything up and getting dressed, Cade decided to see if James would help him with his problem. "Hey, babe? Can I ask for a big favor? What are you doing Thursday after school?" "Why?" grinned James. "Are you hoping for a repeat performance?" "Actually it's that thing that you originally saw me in the counselor's office last semester." James gave him a confused look, so Cade explained. "They are starting up a D&D club, and the first meeting is Thursday. I..." He scrunched up his face, hating to ask for help. "I need a ride home?" It was more of a question than a request. "Well, drama hasn't started rehearsals for the spring play yet. It probably won't start up for at least a month." "You could come with me, if you wanted!" Cade looked at James so hopefully. "Really? Dungeons & Dragons? I don't know. It seems a little too geeky to me." "Please? Just give it a shot with me?" James sighed, then leaned in and kissed Cade. He smiled and said, "For you, anything, babe." Cade squealed and hugged James. "Thank you, thank you!"