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1. This story is fictitious and any resemblance to persons living or dead is pure coincidence.
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3. This story is about deep and enduring friendship, but also about "hot, sweaty, lust driven passion sex" that transcends friendship in as much as it can be born from it.
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Charles Rubin

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January 2017

Chapter 6: Superman wears Red

 

"Dude, Davis, where are we going? We are so gonna get busted... let's get off school property!" Aaron, one of Davis' classmates, reluctantly followed his friend down the deserted school hallway toward the music classroom.

"Aaron, dude, no one's around! All the teachers are out for that teacher-learning conference thing remember?" It was barely one in the afternoon but since it was a staff professional day everyone at Clement Woods Middle School, including Malcolm the custodian, had packed up early and now the premises was as quiet as a mouse. Except for two 8^th graders about to get up to no good.

"Davis if we get busted I am never going to forgive you, I just got ungrounded last week." Aaron wore red tracksuit pants with a quicksilver t-shirt and gym shoes. His trademark backpack, with its superman logo, bulged with books, extra clothes and the other assorted paraphernalia of a middle school boy's life. Aaron's hair was ear length and strawberry blonde, though he had it undercut so that it was less hot and bulky in the warming spring weather. He wore blue framed plastic spectacles that yelled `geek!' but this boy was anything but nerdy at heart. A recent transfer to Clement Woods, Aaron's family had opted to give him a new start here after he experienced bullying at his previous school in the neighboring town of Palmersville. It was, at best, a temporary reprieve since all the middle schools in the area eventually fed into the same high school but for Aaron it was at least a chance to breathe.

As the boys approached the music studio, Davis held the padded door open and asked his friend to hold it. He then walked a few steps into the familiar room and pulled out his phone, putting on a Linkin Park song at full volume. The tinny recording echoed out into the hallway and Aaron shifted nervously.

"Dude that's too loud! Someone will hear us!"

Davis smiled as he carried out his plan. Shouting over the music, he replied, "I know right? Super loud! Now close the door." Aaron didn't need much encouragement and quickly shut the studio door.

Silence ensued. Utter silence. Not one note from What I've Done could be heard through the insulated walls. The door opened again as Davis turned the knob and as it swung inward, the noisy record could again be heard. Davis stopped the music, much to Aaron's relief, and beckoned his friend to come inside. Davis had many plans for their afternoon.

"Hey man, that's pretty cool. I never knew this room was, like, so sound proof."

"It sure is, and no one's going to hear or see us in here."

"Okay, so yea, what does that mean?"

Davis knew that the next steps would have to be handled delicately. He had prepared as much as he could for this day, but, as Gene always liked to say, no plan ever survives battle.

"Look, this stuff, it's kinda personal for me," Davis put on his most authentic fake innocent and awkward look. "I trust you, but you can't tell anyone about it, cool?"

Aaron, more at ease in the supposed privacy of the music studio, became emboldened by his curiosity. "Sure man, whatever, I'm cool with anything."

Moment of truth, Davey boy. Davis thought to himself as he pulled out his phone and began speaking the lines he had prepared for some days now.

"There's.. this girl.. I really like her but I don't know if she'd like me back."

Aaron turned his eyebrows up, "Okay, so?"

Davis opened his photo gallery and passed the device to his friend, pressing his phone into Aaron's hand as he sustained the physical contact just a tad longer than might be ordinary.

"Do you think I'm hot enough for her to like?"

Aaron couldn't help but blush a little as he looked at the photograph. It was of Davis, topless, standing in the mirror taking a selfie. In the grand scheme of things, it was a pretty tame picture, but to Davis it was the first bait.

"Dude why are you showing me this? I'm a guy."

"Exactly," replied Davis. "So you know what a guy should look like, right?" It was weird logic at best, but also a test of how repulsed Aaron might be. From all indications, he was hardly deterred.

"Aaron dude, it sucks trying to always take selfies, I was hoping you could help me take some pictures on my phone that weren't so lame."

"Pictures?"

"Yea, you know, like those magazine pictures where there isn't a fucking selfie stick spoiling everything." There it was, the pitch, the first cast of the fishing line.

"Erm, I dunno man, what do I know about taking pictures?"

"Can't be that hard right? Here, give it a try? Do me a favour!" Davis knew he probably had Aaron, but it didn't hurt to encourage and flatter.

"Erm, okay, sure. How do you want to do it?"

The boys spent the next twenty minutes horsing around with Davis' phone camera, with Aaron taking various lame, weird, crazy and otherwise nonsensical pictures of his friend in a variety of poses with whatever furniture, backgrounds and props the music studio afforded. Davis remained clothed throughout. After a while, though, Davis removed his shirt and started to do more poses such as those used by bodybuilders (to great comic effect). The shots gradually became more and more suggestive, with Davis directing his friend to take shots of him with pouty lips, mock pinching his nipples, reclined backward on his elbows, lying on his tummy but raised on his elbows with his legs bent at the knee, all the while looking more and more seductively at the camera... and through it, Aaron himself. Eventually, Davis lost his shorts and was down to his boxers and socks, at which point he did begin to notice Aaron's bulge starting to grow discernably.

Paydirt. The devious imp thought to himself.

"Okay dude, I think that's good... if this girl don't like what she sees after all these photos she don't know a good thing when she sees it!". Davis hoped that his photographer had liked what he saw as well. The time had come for the second phase of the plan.

"Now your turn dude!"

Aaron immediately threw his hands up defensively. "hah... no way dude, my mum checks my phone every night, she'd fucking flip a dick if she saw weird ass pictures of me like that". Davis, however, would not be dissuaded.

"Well just take them then upload them to some cloud drive your mum doesn't know about. Dude it's hard to find a day like today when we can sneak in here."

Aaron mused that Davis' logic certainly sounded sensible and practical, and there was something oddly persuasive about a sexy blonde 14 year old wearing nothing but boxers and shorts asking him to also take sexy pictures.

They started off, as they had with Davis, with fairly tame and lame shots. Aaron posed with various musical instruments and school furniture in shots composed to give the impression of coolness, culture, intellectualism and sophistication, insofar as teenage creativity defined those anyway. Gradually, Aaron became more comfortable and permitted shots of his abs and biceps, before following in his friend's evil footsteps and baring it all in a topless shot. Davis drank in the sight of his friend, who by all accounts was a good-looking specimen of an 8^th grader. Regular sports and boyish vanity had given Aaron a lean and toned torso, with the beginnings of a six pack and a stylish v-line the trailed down into his pants. His pecs were not as defined as Gene's, being more flat, but two brown coins marked where delicious nipples were and Aaron's skin was milky white after a winter of indoor sports. The boys snapped a few more sets of Aaron in many of the same poses Davis had used, and Davis could feel his cock getting hard.

Eventually, Davis started taking joint shots of them together. Two sets of abs side by side, two biceps side by side, two half chests side by side. Aaron was still wearing his red track pants but Davis could feel a heat rising from Aaron's skin and decided that the moment to pounce had come.

From their most recent we-fie position, sitting shoulder to shoulder on the floor, Davis turned his head toward Aaron and, without preamble, began gently licking his friend's neck. Aaron giggled at the ticklish sensation but did not pull away.

"What are you doing, dude?" asked Aaron between squirms. Davis did not reply but instead placed his left hand on the floor over Aaron's right, and with his own right hand, started gently stroking his friend's nearest exposed pec.

"Dude..." Aaron tried to move away but found himself pinned to the floor by Davis' hand. "What are you-ahh.." Davis had switched from Aaron's neck to his ear lobe, causing a tingle of sensuous feelings to run down his spine. Davis moved his right hand up to Aaron's face and turned it so that they now were eye to eye. A mouth kiss sealed the boy's fate like a fish on a line.

"Mmmhhmmm, mmmpphhh..." Aaron mumbled something incoherent as the boys kissed, instincts and hormones taking over. Davis had taken Aaron's left hand and guided it to rest on top of his now steel hard member, barely kept in check by the thin cotton boxers. Aaron followed his gut and began kneading his friend's crotch gently, reveling in the feelings of touching another guy's junk. Aaron didn't know if Davis was gay or not, but all he knew in that moment was that this felt too damn fucking good to walk away from.

Twenty four minutes later, Aaron found himself leaning over one of the classroom's chairs, left foot on the ground and the other raised, right foot on the seat. The chair's backrest was toward him such that Aaron's was half straddling the chair from behind without actually sitting on it. His dick was fully hard and bounced rhythmically as Davis pounded him gently from behind. A small brown bottle of poppers lay open on the nearby teachers' table, explaining Aaron's flushed and glazed, dreamy expression as well as his disinhibited moans as he took his friend's cock up the bum.

Davis fucked his friend in the long, practiced, gentle strokes he had come to favour, making sure to use his mushroom head to its fullest effect, massaging Aaron's insides from sphincter ring to prostate, nurturing and tenderly cultivating not one but two teenage orgasms that he hoped would be memorable for both of them. Aaron, for all his earlier reticence, had become quite submissive and vocal, especially after he started taking hits of the poppers.

"Davie... Davie... Oh Davie babie... uhhh uhhhhh uhhh uhhh..." Aaron was moaning and giving off little hussy boy whines of pleasure as he surrendered entirely to the mad skills of his school friend.

"You're so hot Aaron... so tight... such a fucking hot arse... you're gonna make my cock shoot inside you? You want that?" Davis half whispered half gasped his own dirty talk as he hugged Aaron from behind, his sweaty chest slapping against his friend's equally slick back. Davis' chin was hooked onto Aaron's shoulder, a position he had come to favour after experimenting with Gene.

"Davie... it's so good... so deep... ahh... fuck...ahhh.." Aaron could feel an orgasm building. It was not far off.

"Tell me when you're gonna come, Aaron. I want to feel you cum."

"Almost there... almost there..."

Davis slid his hands down from Aaron's pecs and grasped the 14 year old's family jewels. With his right hand, he formed a ring using his index finger and thumb at the base of Aaron's dick while his three remaining fingers applied some pressure to the teenage ballsack that was on the verge of bursting. Davis' left hand went to Aaron's dickhead. Palm down, Davis lightly grasped the sensitive glans like a water balloon and began polishing the head which was slick with pre-cum and dried spit from an earlier 69. In the short months since he had moved in with Gene, the padawan had picked up quite a few new tricks. In any event, it was more than enough to bring the first timer over the edge.

Almost as if on cue, the door to the music studio opened and Aaron's eyes widened in horror as the music and math teacher, Mr Eugene Tanner, walked into the studio carrying his briefcase and an armful of ring binders. Unfortunately, it was already much too late.

"Oh my god... Davis... oh my fucking goddddddddddddddd aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Aaron's cock spasmed madly, firing half a dozen strong jets of cum onto the chair and floor beneath and in front of him. Aaron's cumming caused his ass to exert several contractions as well, but Davis successfully resisted the nearly unstoppable urge to cum as well. He was not done, yet.

Aaron, literally caught with his pants down, looked at his math teacher like a deer caught in the headlights. "Mr Tanner, I... I can explain... you see...I... Ahhh!" Aaron's attempt to elucidate was cut off by a strong thrust from Davis, whose hard cock still impaled his friend. "Davis, dude, stop it... can't you see... ahhh...fuck."

"I don't think Davis is done with you yet, Aaron." Gene said rather nonchalantly as he walked over to the teacher's desk and put his things down. "But I'm very interested to hear your explanation of what's happening."

The situation was feeling surreal to Aaron. He was still feeling weak and dizzy from a most awesome orgasm and his friend, whom he knew was Mr Tanner's legal ward, was still fucking him in oh-god-so-good long strokes. He had to think of a good explanation, a plausible one, something that would get him out of this mess. Instead, he discovered that it was nearly impossible to form sophisticated excuses with a turgid mushroom head cock expertly pounding his prostate. Struggling futilely against rising waves of carnal pleasure, Aaron managed a garbled "I, uh... ahh.. photos... Ughh... Davis...ahhh... fuck..." before losing his train of thought once again.

Davis, who all this time had worn his cheeky, mischievous smile, was making eye contact with Gene, including making funny faces and fake O-faces in parody of his friend's conflicted state of pleasurable discomfort. Naturally, Aaron couldn't see this since Davis continued to him tightly from behind as he kept up the pounding, not that it occurred to him at that time to even try and look back. His attention was fixed on Mr Tanner, who did his best to keep a straight face as his role in the gag dictated.

Pulling another chair up, Gene sat himself down almost in front of Aaron, who was pointedly naked and sweating, his hair disheveled and plastered against his forehead. Sweat dripped from his chin and his face was still flushed from the last bits of a popper high. Noticing this, Gene reached over and took the bottle of poppers in his hand. Placing it to Aaron's nostrils, he gave the boy four more long hits, two in each nostril, before resuming his line of questioning as if it were a routine classroom inquiry. It had all happened so smoothly that Aaron hadn't stopped to think why his teacher was juicing him up instead of telling him off.

"What are you up to, Aaron?" A blatantly obvious question, asked in the most innocuous manner. Alas the boy, now ascending at mach-2 toward another strong head rush, was only capable of babbling in response.

"Davie... oh.. Davie... fuck me...oh fuck your cock into me...". It was as though Mr Tanner was no longer there. All that existed was Davis' cock in his ass, and the angelic chorus of shooting stars that the poppers and prostate massage had simultaneously enkindled in his hormone hazed head.

"Tell him how much you love it, Aaron" Davis stage whispered into his buddy's ear.

"I love it...god I love it..."

"What do you love?"

"Your cock.. your cum..."

"What do you want, Aaron?"

"More... your cock... your cum..."

"Show me how much you love it, Aaron. Moan, show me. Moan for me." Aaron, who was now putty in Davis' hand, saw no reason not to oblige.

Aaron began pushing his ass backward in time with Davis' strokes, willing his tunnel of love to loosen and open for ever deeper penetration. His eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he started breathing loudly through his mouth, gasping between animal moans and whines. His hands, surprisingly to Gene, went to his nipples which he started to pinch, causing his groans and yelps to grow in volume. Aaron's tongue darted in and out of his mouth, seeking and dancing with an imaginary Other. The boy's body may have been there, in the music studio classroom of the middle school, but his mind and spirit were currently on a higher plane of existence. Davis grabbed Aaron by both hips and kept up his fucking, gradually increasing the pace as his own orgasm approached. Gene smiled at his boy lover, marveling in admiration at the first-class handiwork that had been executed this day. Through a hidden nanny cam they had installed earlier, Davis knew that Gene would time his entry as close to catching Aaron mid-orgasm as he could. It was so hot, watching their plan unfold so perfectly, and the fun was not over yet. Aaron's eyes snapped into focus as he felt Davis jackrabbit him toward another cum. Right in front of him, sitting with one leg folded across the other, was his math teacher, who had caught them fucking. Yet somehow nothing seemed wrong or out of place to him anymore. There was a rightness, a sensual hotness, to being so free and open. Aaron's words ran unfiltered as he came a second time, without anything touching his cock.

"Mr Tanner I'm cumming!!! Oh I'm cumming!! Look at me cum!!! Ohhhhhhh ohhh ohh ohhh oohhh... fuck!!! Fuck meeeee!!!" Aaron could feel his orgasm pound in his head. He sensed, rather then felt, his dick spewing another massive load as only a horny young teen was capable of producing. He was floating, as if detached from his body, and when he felt Davis grip him tightly from behind, he experienced a sense of peace and existential fulfillment when the dick in his ass jumped for joy and filled his insides with warmth.

Davis let go of Aaron, letting the other boy slump forward to the floor. Hands reaching out on reflex to break his fall, Aaron found himself kneeling right between Mr Tanner's legs, his palms on his teacher's thighs. Still spent and dizzy from the mind shattering cum just seconds earlier, Aaron panted heavily as he struggled to regain his breath. His legs were folded under him as he sat on his feet, face tilting forward as it came to rest right against Gene's groin. It was soft, smelling of detergent and cologne. Aaron closed his eyes and relaxed, turning to present his left cheek to the fabric and letting the weight of his head rest shamelessly on the man's crotch like a pillow. Gene absentmindedly stroked his fingers through Aaron's hair and brushed the side of the boy's face, as one might soothe a puppy falling asleep in one's lap. Long moments passed before Aaron started speaking, his voice now quite sober.

"Mr Tanner?"

"Yes, Aaron?"

"I'm so so so dead ain't I?" Aaron hid his face in the fabric in front of him. Somehow it had not quite registered that he was directly over his teacher's crotch.

"Why do you say that?" Gene continued the conversation as if they were discussing football, or ice cream, or cars.

"Because you just caught us gay fucking in your classroom and... OHHH MY FUCKING GOD!" Aaron suddenly realized where his head was resting and bounced back until he ass planted on the floor. "Ohhhh my fucking God I just planted my face in your junk, ohhh fuck I'm so sorry Mr Tanner!".

"It looked as if you enjoyed it, Aaron. You cummed not once but twice right in front of me." Gene was now wearing a wry half smile, but kept his composure for the most part.

"No way... no fucking way! It was Davis, he tricked me, he made me do it! Fucking Davis!"

They both turned to look at Davis, who had put on his clothes and was opening some file or other on the classroom computer. Davis turned to Aaron and chirped. "Dude, don't look at me, look at your own words man." He then clicked an icon which brought up the nanny cam recording from just a few minutes ago, audio and all. With a further keystroke, Davis switched the output from the computer's monitor to the electronic whiteboard. Aaron's face appeared, his expression in full heat. Davis turned up the volume so that it was almost as loud as a movie theatre.

"Tell him how much you love it, Aaron"

"I love it...god I love it..."

"What do you love?"

"Your cock.. your cum..."

"What do you want, Aaron?"

"More... your cock... your cum..."

"Show me how much you love it, Aaron. Moan, show me. Moan for me."

"Mr Tanner I'm cumming!!! Oh I'm cumming!! Look at me cum!!! Ohhhhhhh ohhh ohh ohhh oohhh... fuck!!! Fuck meeeee!!!"

 

Davis stopped the video and smirked at his friend, still sitting naked on the floor. "Tell me that wasn't super fucking hot, dude?"

Aaron started to cry. Red eyed and bawling, he curled up into a foetal ball on the floor, whimpering between sobs. Gene thought this contrasted most ironically with the steady stream of white boy cum leaking from his ass. Nonetheless, this turn was unexpected and concerning. They had not intended to distress the boy so much, only initiate and invite him. Perhaps they had gone too far.

Both Gene and Davis moved immediately to sit on the floor beside Aaron. Gene started stroking Aaron's hair and Davis curled up in front of Aaron, in a mirror image position. Davis took the other boy's hands in his own and held them tight. Leaning in, he planted gentle nose licks and kitten kisses on Aaron's face. Aaron cried himself out for another few minutes, but eventually he quietened down. Davis had gradually moved in closer and closer until the boys were lying face to face, arms and legs tangled as they hugged. One boy fully clothed sans shoes, the other naked as the day he was born.

"Aaron?" Davis' voice was tender.

"Mm?"

"I want you to know that you're among friends."

"But I'm a faggot..." murmured Aaron in a hushed tone, as if to speak it more loudly would make it more veracious than it already was.

"Who says that? Who calls you that?" Gene was still stroking Aaron's hair as he asked the question.

"It doesn't matter, it's true." The boy bleated. "The bullying at my last school, I deserved it because I'm a faggot."

Davis grabbed Aaron's head with both his hands and kissed him full on the mouth. Aaron resisted briefly but quickly relented. The boys kissed for a minute or so before Davis broke the contact and spoke again.

"Doesn't it feel good to be a faggot with us?"

Aaron chuckled softly and Gene heard rather than saw the boy smile from the tone of his response. "Well, yea... I guess it was pretty cool. Really fucking cool actually."

Mischief managed. Thought Gene to himself. But now he had crossed another line. If it wasn't bad enough that he was having sex with his legal ward and 8^th grade student, now he was complicit in tempting a second boy into a lifestyle of pleasure, depravity and all the sexy things that could come from that. He thought of his conservative Christian upbringing, the school credentials for which had helped secure him this teaching job. He thought of the bible bashing parents whom he nodded along with and paid lip service to during parent teacher conferences. What would they think of what he had done here today? What would they think of what he had done with Davis over the past few months? Gene's mind turned to the night when Mrs Garrison had scared both him and Davis out of their wits with her theatrics that, though ultimately harmless and well intentioned, had put a pants-staining fear of god into him for a moment that felt like a lifetime. What he was doing here was certainly illegal, but was it truly so wrong?

Questions of philosophy and morality were not his forte, even though his musical studies had offered many chances to contemplate the lives and contexts of composers; their lifestyles and the realities that their compositions spoke to. In the end, Gene decided that if he was fated to face the music, he would do so, but today... today was about offering Aaron a place to feel safe and accepted for who he was. Gene had known, from reading Aaron's school file, that his previous bullying problems had been related to his sexuality. It was the main reason he had encouraged Davis to befriend the new boy, other than being a civil human being to a friendless newcomer. As the boys' friendship had grown over the past weeks, he and Davis had discussed and debated at great length whether to bring Aaron their little circle and, if so, how to go about it without getting them all sent to juvie or the big house. At the end, it seemed, their plan had worked and Aaron was willing to come on board.

Fuck them. Fuck them all. Haters can all go to hell, thought Gene to himself. With that, he leaned down and kissed Davis on the lips, Frenching him for a good thirty seconds barely inches from Aaron's face. Then, he turned and inched toward the second boy, inviting but not forcing. He was met with a hungry kiss and a probing tongue.