The Barrier
By Wes Leigh
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With a long, drawn-out sigh, Jack opened the dating site again and scanned the offers for dates that had piled up in his inbox. Apparently, a gay fifteen-year-old was extremely popular. As before, Jack immediately rejected all the guys sending naked pictures or lude messages. It still left quite a few to read through.
This time, he looked for a guy in college. No more middle-age guys trying to rediscover their teenage years. Jack came across one guy that looked promising. The message itself was playful:
What's up, Jack? My name's Brandon. I'm a junior at State, majoring in Business. You can check out my profile if you want to know more about me. Don't see any reason to repeat all that jazz, right? So, you're seriously cute and I'm sure every old fucker on the planet is hitting on you. I get some strange ass offers myself, since I'm twenty and have a cute enough face, ROFL. Anyway, thought I'd drop you a line. Us young dudes gotta hang together, right? Keep the old pervs away, right? Anyway, let me know if you wanna do some stuff. I'm down for just about anything.
That last part made Jack a little nervous, but he pulled up Brandon's profile and checked the information in it. As he'd said in his chat message, Brandon was twenty, a junior at the local university, and interested in finding other gay guys to hang out, have a good time, and enjoy life. Brandon seemed to be carefree and open about who he was, which was a huge improvement over Jack's first date.
When Jack discussed it with his dad, his dad had only one thing to say. "Be careful, Jack. These college guys like to party—"
Jack interrupted his dad. "I know, Dad. I'm still not legal when it comes to alcohol and pot. Not gonna happen. I don't like either one, and that's not something I'm changing just because I'm going out on a date."
His dad blushed red and asked, "Do I need me to get you some ..." His voice trailed off in embarrassment.
"No, Dad," Jack replied, a bit embarrassed himself. "You don't have to get me anything. It's just a date."
His dad nodded and mumbled, "Okay, this guy looks alright."
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Brandon pulled up in front of Jack's house driving an older Buick. His parents probably had money, but not too much of it. The car was nice, but had seen a few years. It still impressed Jack. He had a year to go before he could start Driver's Education, and even when he had a license, he knew it would be years before he had his own car.
Brandon waved at Jack as Jack trotted down the sidewalk to the curb. "You ready for some hot action?" Brandon called out his car window.
Jack hesitated, frowning.
Brandon laughed. "I'm talking about the game, bro! We're playing our in-state rivals tonight. Gonna be a GREAT game!"
Jack nodded and walked around the front of Brandon's car, opening the passenger door and sliding in.
As he buckled his seatbelt, Jack saw Brandon checking out his body.
Brandon nodded and said, "Your pics on the site don't do you justice, bro. You're seriously hot!"
"Ummm, thanks," Jack replied. "You're, uhh, really fit."
Brandon smiled. "I work out every week." He flexed his biceps and said, "Gotta keep the guns tight, right?"
Jack nodded.
Brandon put the car in gear and pulled away. "Glad you could make it. This game is gonna be righteous. You ever been to a college basketball game?"
"No."
"Oh, bro! You're in for a treat. You're gonna have a great time!"
"Sure. Looking forward to it," Jack replied.
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The game was definitely exciting. A hard-fought battle right up to the last minute, with the home team pulling out a four-point win. Sitting in the middle of college students, Jack was surrounded by rabid, screaming fans. At first, it made him nervous, but eventually he joined in and had fun. When the final buzzer sounded, the college section erupted in mayhem. Jack found himself hugged and chest-bumped from every direction. His ass was squeezed twice, and he was fairly certain someone tried to grab his crotch. Brandon stayed close, providing some protection, but Jack didn't mind too much. As wild as the celebration became, he still enjoyed himself.
Fighting their way up the stadium steps, Brandon and Jack eventually made it to the exit and outside into the cool night air.
Brandon threw his arm around Jack's neck and asked, "Did I promise you a good time, bro? Did you have a GREAT time?"
Jack laughed and replied, "Yeah. I really did. I want to do this again!"
"Good," Brandon said, pulling Jack against his side in a tight hug. "I'll make it happen."
They found Brandon's car and climbed inside. Getting out of the stadium parking lot took a good half hour, and Jack's stomach began to rumble.
"Hungry, bro?" Brandon asked.
Jack nodded.
"Me too." Brandon pulled out his cell phone and punched a contact. "Hey, dude! What's to eat?" He listened for a bit, then looked at Jack with a smile. "Righteous, bro! We'll meet you there." Jack shut off his phone and looked at Jack. "Some of my buds ordered pizza. You wanna hang out with us and get some grub?"
"Sure," Jack replied. It was a Friday night, and his dad had given him permission to stay out later than normal. "I love pizza."
"Righteous!" Brandon replied. "You're gonna fit right in. The guys are gonna love you."
"Uhh, Brandon, there's just one thing."
Brandon glanced over at Jack. "Yeah?"
"I'm fifteen. I don't drink or smoke, okay?"
Brandon nodded. "It's cool, little dude. We'll keep the smokes in a bedroom so you don't have to smell it, and no one's gonna try to make you drink. These guys are all chill. You'll have a good time. Promise."
Jack smiled with relief. His second date was going a lot better than the first.
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Brandon's friends did seem pretty chill, just as Brandon had promised. They greeted Brandon and Jack with fist bumps and pointed to the kitchen where the pizza and beer were located. Brandon even asked one of the guys if they had something else to drink, and the guy pulled cold Pepsis from the refrigerator, telling them to help themselves to more when they finished those.
Jack munched on pizza, listening to the college guys laughing as they recalled the highlights of the big game. He didn't try to join in; basketball wasn't something he knew that much about. But the guys didn't seem to mind. They included him in the conversation and asked him a few questions about his own life as a high school student.
Jack found himself relaxing and having a good time.
Brandon disappeared at one point, leaving Jack alone with a couple of other guys. They were talking about the new Avengers movie and the great special effects, when Jack noticed Brandon was gone. It seemed strange to Jack. After all, they were on a date together. Maybe Brandon was just taking a leak or something.
Jack walked back to the table and picked up a slice of pepperoni pizza. He took a bite as he wandered out of the kitchen and peeked in the living room. Brandon wasn't there. But there were two guys sitting on the couch, really close together, kissing and rubbing each other's crotches. Most of the lights were off, but Jack could clearly see that both guys had boners as they kissed and groped each other.
Jack gulped and slipped back into the kitchen. Not what he was hoping to find.
He tossed his empty soda can in the trash and walked down the hallway toward the bathroom. The door was open, and no one was inside.
There were a few bedrooms at the end of the hallway. The doors were closed, and Jack could smell the sweet odor of burning pot. Well, Brandon had warned him there'd be smoking here. Jack wasn't upset about that, but he was getting a little irritated that Brandon had disappeared without saying anything first.
Jack walked back to the kitchen. The two guys he'd been talking to were gone now. The kitchen was empty. Jack sat in a chair, munching his pizza, looking around bored. He heard a muffled groan coming from the living room. It sounded like someone in pain. He stood up and peeked around the corner.
On the couch, there were now four guys, all in various states of undress. One guy was completely naked, his pale white butt lifting and falling as he impaled himself on another guy's thick cock. The second guy hadn't even bothered to take his clothes off. His pants were still around his hips, with his dick sticking out of his underwear. The naked guy was doing most of the work, slamming his ass down on the other guy's cock while another guy yanked his pants down to his knees and stood on the couch, positioning his cock in front of naked guy's face, who eagerly began sucking it.
Jack watched, wide-eyed, as the live porno action played out in front of his eyes. He was no prude. He'd seen similar behavior many times, but always before it was on his computer screen, not right in front of him, complete with groans and moans.
Naked guy pulled off the guy he was sucking and gasped, "Fuck me harder, Clay."
Clay apparently was the guy with his pants still on and his cock sticking out through the zipper. He pulled his cock out of Naked Guy and hurriedly yanked his pants and underwear down to his knees. Jack was impressed. Clay looked even bigger and thicker now. Clay aimed his cock at Naked Guy's ass and pushed forward, sliding up inside in one quick thrust. Naked Guy moaned and began aggressively sucking the cock in front of him. Clay pulled out and hammered back inside, shaking Naked Guy's body as Clay began pounding his ass.
One of the guys looked up and saw Jack standing in the doorway to the kitchen. He waved and motioned Jack to come in and join the fun. Jack shook his head and turned away, running into Brandon's chest.
"Oh! You're back," Jack said.
"Yeah, just wanted to have a quick smoke with my buds. That okay?" Brandon asked.
"Sure. Yeah. I guess."
Brandon smirked and nodded his head at the living room. "You like what you see?"
Jack blushed. "I didn't mean to stare. I was just surprised they were doing it right out in the open like that."
"Like I said, these guys are chill. They don't mind if you watch, and you can join in if you want. It's all good."
"Ummm, that's okay," Jack said. "I'm not ready to do that just yet."
"Hey, I get it, bro," Brandon said, smiling and leaning in to kiss Jack on the lips. "Takin' it slow is cool, too." He pulled back to see Jack's reaction to the kiss.
Jack smiled, unsure how he felt about all this. Brandon was cute, and he had a great body. Though he was feeling a bit nervous, Jack decided to let Brandon make the next move.
Brandon saw Jack hesitate, but when the younger boy didn't object to the first kiss, Brandon leaned in again and kissed him a little longer, with a bit more pressure.
Jack sighed. Despite his nerves, the kiss was nice. He lifted his head and allowed Brandon to kiss him again.
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Jack's eyes were closed. His focus was on the kiss that kept going and going. Lips pressed together. Breath mingling. Tongues dancing. So this was what it felt like to kiss someone, not some silly peck on the lips, but to deeply and passionately kiss. To make it even better, Brandon was gently stroking the side of Jack's face, rubbing one thumb down Jack's cheek, caressing Jack's neck and collarbone. Jack felt himself melting under the older boy's touch. He didn't want to move too fast, but his body was responding, and his brain felt confused and disconnected.
Brandon's hand slid down Jack's arm, massaging Jack's upper arm, then forearm, before sliding down to Jack's hip. Brandon's hand felt so hot, resting there, gently rubbing Jack's bony hip, then sliding around to cup Jack's butt.
Jack knew he should stop Brandon, but his body felt warm all over. His cock was swelling up in his jeans, and he felt Brandon's body pushing against him. Brandon was hard too, and their cocks rubbed together slightly as Brandon pulled Jack against him.
Jack shook his head, breaking the kiss and slid his hands between them, pushing against Brandon's chest. "Wait, Brandon. Hang on. I'm not ready to do that yet."
Brandon frowned. "It sure feels like you're ready to me." He looked down at Jack's pants tenting out between them. Brandon put his hand on Jack's boner and squeezed, pressing down so hard Jack actually winced from the pain. Brandon didn't notice or didn't care. He squeezed Jack's cock again and said, "This tells me you're having a good time, bro."
Jack shoved Brandon back. "I'm not your bro, and I said I'm not ready."
"Come on, Jack," Brandon said, smiling and looking him up and down. "You're hot as fuck, and I want a piece of that. Just chill out and go with it." He moved forward, reaching out to put his hands on Jack's shoulders.
Jack slipped sideways, avoiding Brandon's clutching grasp. "I said no, Brandon, and I mean it!"
Brandon shook his head. "You know you want this. You've wanted it all night, and now you're backing off at the last minute? Bro, don't fight it. You're gay. We're all gay. We'll make sure you have a night you'll never forget."
"Take me home, Brandon. Now," Jack insisted.
Brandon chuckled. "Don't tease me like this, bro. You want this. I know you want it. So let's kiss some more. We'll take it nice and easy, and then you and I will go in one of the bedrooms and have some privacy. You're probably not ready for the kind of shit they're doin' in there—" He pointed toward the orgy on the couch. "—so we'll take it slow, just you and me, and I'll break you in." He moved toward Jack, leaning down for a kiss.
Jack didn't let Brandon get close enough to kiss. He punched Brandon in the stomach, not to hurt him, but hard enough to get his attention. As Brandon doubled over in pain, clutching his stomach with both arms, Jack walked out of the kitchen, past the guys slurping, pounding, and groping on the couch, and out through the front door.
As he walked down the sidewalk in the cool night air, he heard Brandon calling from behind him. "Hey, fuck you, asshole! Don't call me again, you fuckin' little tease."
Jack pulled out his cell phone, angrily wiping away the tears on his cheeks. He opened the ZipChat app and scrolled down to the only person who could understand and tell him what he needed to do.
The end of THE BARRIER, Chapter Seven