Date: Mon, 24 Apr 2000 02:13:32 -0700
From: Cal Speed <calspeed@mailcity.com>
Subject: A Teen Jock's Humiliation Chapter 9

A TEEN JOCK'S HUMILIATION

Copyright 2000 by Calspeed


CHAPTER NINE


Cal examined the virgin ass which was being presented to him as a gift of
love.  Ryan had a hell of a nice ass.  It was large and firm, with a hairy
crack and a light tracing of hair on the cheeks.  Ryan had had a lot of fun
over the last couple of days with Cal's butt.  Cal decided that he would
definitely get the most out of now deflowering Ryan, and show Ryan a damn
good time while he was at it!  He knew he had plenty of time; Ryan's father
worked the swing shift and wouldn't be back to the trailer for hours.  And
Cal had caught his second wind after his ordeal in Steve's shed earlier in
the day.

Cal reached up to pull the shirt off Ryan's back.  He balled it up and
threw it in the corner since he knew that would tweak Ryan a little.  This
left Ryan completely nude except for a thin gold chain he wore around his
neck.  Cal admired the muscular sweep of Ryan's back.  Ryan leaned over to
open the drawer of his nightstand.  He pulled out a tube of K-Y Jelly and
tossed it to Cal.  Cal grinned as he caught it, then set it down on the
bed.  Ryan grabbed his bottle of beer and took a few more swallows.  Then
he leaned down and pulled a short length of rope from under the bed.  Ryan
saw the surprise on Cal's face.

"I thought I would be using this on you," said Ryan.  "But you can tie me
up if you want."

"You kinky guy!" exclaimed Cal.  "Hmm, you planning to escape?"

"Nothing could get me away from you," smiled Ryan.

"Well, let's just make sure," said Cal.  Cal got off the bed and took the
rope from Ryan.  He gently picked up each of Ryan's wrists and tied them to
the headboard.  Ryan watched him with absolute trust.  Cal grabbed a couple
of pillows.  He put one under Ryan's head and one under his pelvis.  Then
Cal positioned Ryan so he was lying down with his butt raised in the air.

"You comfy enough?" asked Cal.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Cal got back on the bed, straddling Ryan, and turned his attention back to
Ryan's pristine ass.  "So I'm the first inside the back door, huh?" Cal
asked.

"Yes."

"Cool," said Cal.  "Um, Ryan, who knows that you're gay?"

"Well, you're the only one I've ever told.  Scotty told me a year ago that
he knew.  I don't think my dad is interested enough in me to care one way
or another."

"What about Steve and Rick?"

"Well, I guess they know now!" laughed Ryan.  "Maybe they suspected
already.  I mean, when they were talking about girls or competing to dick
the most chicks, I didn't join in.  You know, Rick tried to get me to suck
that monster of his."

"Did you?" asked Cal.

"Hell no!" exclaimed Ryan.  "He's not known as `Rick the Prick' just
because of his donkey dick.  Rick can be a real asshole sometimes."

Cal grinned.  "You're kind of mixing your metaphors, aren't you?"

"What?  Oh, I get you.  Yeah, I guess so."

"Sorry, I shouldn't have interrupted," said Cal.  "So is Rick bi then?"

"Well, he claims to be straight," said Ryan.  "But I think he's got a
hardon for Steve."

"Yeah?"

"Oh, I don't know.  He lives two doors down from Steve and they've known
each other all their lives.  I just think he's a little jealous of my
friendship with Steve.  Um, bud, I thought my ass was going to get some
attention here!"

Cal grinned and grabbed a handful of Ryan's meaty butt.  Man, it was all
muscle!  Ryan didn't seem to have an ounce of body fat on him.  Cal slapped
the right cheek.  Ryan started a little.

"Just warming you up!" said Cal.

"I can see I'm going to regret this," said Ryan, turning his head to wink
at Cal.

"No way, bro!  I promise you won't," said Cal.

Cal slapped the left cheek, harder.  Then Cal remembered something.

"Ryan, I don't have any condoms."

"Neither do I.  Do we need them?"

"Well, ordinarily I would use one," replied Cal.  "But no one has ever been
up my butt without one.  I should be pretty safe.  And based on your
history, you ought to be clean.  I'm willing to go for it.  But it's your
butt and your call."

"Since we're going to be exclusive, and we both should be clean now, I'm
okay if we don't use one."

"Okay," said Cal.

Cal then pulled apart Ryan's cheeks to expose his tight puckered hole.  Cal
leaned forward and flicked his tongue at it.  Then he swirled his tongue in
a circular motion.  Cal darted his tongue in and around Ryan's pink hole.
Ryan sighed.

"Nice, man," said Ryan.  "It's like a little, wet, double-jointed finger
down there."

Cal started laughing and had to remove his tongue.  "I aim to please."  He
picked up the K-Y and squeezed some onto the fingers of his right hand.  He
slopped some around the outside of Ryan's hole and then gently tried to
push his index finger inside Ryan's ass.  But Ryan's hole was shut tight.

"I need to loosen you up.  Relax a little," said Cal.

"Okay, I'll try," grunted Ryan.

With a little more effort, the tip of Cal's index finger pushed into Ryan's
virgin hole.  Cal very gently slid it in and out, attempting to widen the
opening.  Then he slid in a second finger.  He pushed both fingers in up to
the first knuckle.  Ryan yelped.

"You okay?" asked Cal, anxiously.

"Uh, I guess so," said Ryan.  "Is this supposed to be fun?"

"Give me a little time bud."

Cal pushed the fingers in a little further, up to the second knuckle.  He
slid them in and out gently.  Then he removed his hand.

Cal looked down at his own throbbing, six inch dick.  He stroked it a few
times, admiring the feel of the bumpy ridges beneath the soft, smooth skin.
He had a fair amount of precum oozing out, which he smeared around.  Then
he slicked up with some more K-Y.  He spit on his hands and rubbed that
around his dick as well.

Cal crawled forward and positioned his meat at Ryan's back entrance.  He
gently tried to nudge his dick inside.  But Ryan's hole had shut tight
again.

"Push like you're taking a dump," urged Cal.  He pressed harder against
Ryan's puckered hole.

All of a sudden, Cal's dick popped inside Ryan's no longer virgin butt.
Ryan groaned.  Cal started slow, long, smooth strokes to try to get Ryan
used to the invasion.  Cal could see Ryan grimacing.

Cal kept up the slow strokes, gradually pushing further in so he was
rubbing against Ryan's prostate.  Ryan began to relax his body.  Cal
reached up his right hand to grab Ryan's shoulder.  Cal liked the feel of
Ryan's hard muscles as he ran his hands slowly down Ryan's muscular back.

Ryan looked back over his shoulder.  Despite the pain he was feeling, Ryan
had to smile.  Cal had an expression of mixed concentration and joy on his
face that Ryan easily recognized.  It was the same expression that Cal wore
when he played baseball on the high school team.  When Cal had been
ignoring him at school, Ryan had taken to going to all the home games just
to watch Cal.  Ryan had loved the cool confidence and athletic grace Cal
displayed when playing.  Ryan didn't really understand the fine points of
the game but he could see that Cal loved it and was a natural.

Cal began to pick up the pace, rhythmically forcing himself in and out.
Damn, he thought, Ryan has a tight asshole!  It felt like it was clamped
around Cal's dick.  And pleasure was mixing with the pain for Ryan as Cal's
pistoning cock continued to rub his prostate.  Ryan began lifting his ass
to meet Cal's pounding.

Cal held Ryan firmly at the hips, pummeling his meat in and out of Ryan's
hot ass.  Cal leaned forward, his sweaty chest pressing against Ryan's
back, and nuzzled Ryan's neck.  He opened his mouth and ran his upper teeth
down the back of Ryan's neck, scraping the skin.  Ryan turned his head and
Cal kissed his cheek.

Cal shortened his strokes now as he hammered away.  His balls slapped
against Ryan's butt.  Ryan was moaning loudly now and humping the pillow he
was lying on.  Cal leaned forward and grabbed Ryan's gold neck chain with
his teeth.

Cal was in heaven.  The fact that he loved this man made the sex even more
intense.  All his senses were alive.  He breathed heavily as he lost
himself in the experience of Ryan's body.  Cal knew he was close now; his
balls were beginning to lift.  He reached up and unconsciously ran his
fingernails sharply down Ryan's flanks.  Ryan jumped.

"Oh, god!" yelled Ryan.  "Fuck me!  Fuck my ass!"

Cal had the most extreme orgasm of his young life when what seemed like
gallons of his hot jizz exploded into Ryan's ass.  He reared back, pulling
back Ryan's neck chain with his mouth until it broke.  Cal's body shook
uncontrollably as he shot rope after rope up Ryan's ass.  As Ryan felt
Cal's hot cum squirt into his butt, he lost it himself, his seven incher
spurting into the pillow beneath his crotch.

Cal's body finally began to relax and his breathing returned to normal.  He
left his still hard dick inside Ryan's ass as he collapsed on the bed,
pulling Ryan on his side so that the two of them were in a spoon position.
Ryan, his hands still tied to the bedposts, felt Cal's arms slip around him
and Cal's head rest on top of his.  The two were silent, sharing each
other's warmth.

After a moment, Cal noticed a serious expression on Ryan's face.  "Gee, was
it that bad?" asked Cal.

"No, no," said Ryan.  "I mean, it hurt at first.  A lot!  But then it was
wonderful.  It was like my insides just, you know, melted."

"Yeah, I know.  That's how I feel when you do it to me," smiled Cal.  "But
then why so serious, sweetheart?"

Ryan was silent for a moment.  "Well, Cal, it's probably the wrong time to
ask this but I was thinking.  You know, you never had gay sex before
Saturday.  And we all forced you; I did my share.  And it's all been so
fast since then.  Are you really okay with all this?  You know, the gay
stuff and everything?"

Cal thought for a moment.  "Well," he said.  "I've thought about it too.
As to sex, well, I think I was just in denial about my sexuality.  I mean,
I like girls too.  But I realize that I've always been attracted to guys.
I was just trying to ignore those feelings.  And to tell you the truth,
I've learned that I really like your dick in my mouth and up my ass."

Ryan smiled.  "Okay, but I still feel a little guilty about what I did to
you."

It was Cal's turn to be silent.  "Look," said Cal finally.  "However it
started, I've experienced something with you that I can hardly explain.
You . . . take me out of myself.  You make me want to live up to your idea
of me.  I've never felt that way about anyone.  Do you understand?"  Cal's
blue eyes looked intently into Ryan's hazel ones.

Ryan found he could hardly speak.  "I know what you mean," he choked out.
"I want to be a better person when I'm around you.  I am a better person
when I'm around you."  Tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.

Cal hugged Ryan close.  Tears started running down both of their faces.
Ryan felt he could just lose himself forever in Cal's warm embrace.  But
the moment ended quickly when the front door slammed shut.  Ryan stiffened.
"Who's that?  That can't be my dad already!"

The bedroom door swung open and Steve walked in.  As he took in the sight
before him - Ryan's and Cal's nude bodies entwined in the clear afterglow
of sex; both their faces tear- stained; Ryan's arms tied to the bedposts;
Cal's dick still up Ryan's ass - a look of surprise passed over Steve's
face.  Ryan turned bright red as he realized that it was being brought home
to his oldest friend that he was gay.

Steve was surprised but not that Cal and Ryan were having sex.  He had
fully expected that.  What surprised him was that Cal was fucking Ryan and
not vice versa.  Steve could not understand why Ryan would be willing to
take another man's dick up his ass.  And why had they been crying?

Cal pulled his now flaccid cock out of Ryan's butt; it made an audible
plop. Ryan tried to wipe his tears on his pillow.  Cal thought he should
say something.  "Hi, Steve."

"Hi, Cal.  I brought your clothes," said Steve.  "I thought you might be
needing them."  Steve set down the pile of Cal's clothes, which had been
left back at the shed, on the foot of Ryan's bed.

"Oh, thanks, Steve," said Cal.  An uncomfortable silence followed.

Steve walked to the head of the bed and started to untie Ryan's hands.
"Ryan, could you leave me and Cal alone for a few?" asked Steve.  "I want
to talk to him."

Ryan looked at Steve and then at Cal.  Cal silently nodded.  Ryan got up
off the bed and walked toward the kitchen, rubbing his arms to get the
circulation going.  As he passed, Steve remarked conversationally, "you
know, Ryan, you've got cum leaking out your ass."

Ryan blushed again but kept walking.

Steve smiled and then slapped Ryan's bare butt as he left the room.  Steve
closed the door and looked at Cal.

"I've been doing some thinking today, Cal.  I want to make things right."

Cal looked suspiciously at Steve.  "What do you mean?"

"Well, where should I start?" said Steve as he plopped down on the foot of
the bed.  "Okay, Cal, why do you think I did all that stuff to you up on
the mountain?"

"Well, I suppose because you didn't like me."

Steve laughed.  "Yeah, that was part of it I guess.  When you came to
school, I pegged you right away as a typical rich kid jock, looking down
his nose at the rest of us.  Then when Scotty pointed out that Ryan had
this huge crush on you and you were purposely ignoring him, well, I really
started to dislike you."

"You knew Ryan liked me," exclaimed Cal.  "You knew he was gay!"

"Sure," said Steve.  "I mean, I grew up with the guy!  He never got
interested in girls so I figured he was gay.  Didn't seem like something he
wanted to talk about though."

"You're okay with it?" asked Cal.

"So he likes to fuck guys and get blow jobs.  So do I.  Now I don't
understand why he doesn't like pussy, or how he could take a dick up his
butt.  Oh!  Sorry, no offense."

Cal smiled.  "None taken.  You don't know what you're missing, Steve."

"Well, maybe," said Steve, doubtfully.  "You know, Rick wanted to make Ryan
our fucktoy.  Threaten to tell everybody if he didn't do what we said."
Steve laughed.  "Rick can be such a jerk sometimes!  I told him that if he
ever suggested that again, I'd be pleased to finish him off after Ryan beat
the crap out of him."

Cal was confused.  "So what about up on the mountain?"

"Oh, yeah."  Steve looked down at his shoes.  "Well, my best friend was
pining away for you and I didn't know how to help.  Then you showed up.
Perfect!  I figured I'd give you a ride home, maybe have the car `break
down' for a while and make sure you and Ryan got to talk.  I didn't know if
you would be interested in him, or, you know, that kind of relationship,
but I wanted to give Ryan a chance."

"Why didn't you?" asked Cal.  "Why did we go through everything else?"

"Well, when we were sitting around, you tried to talk to Ryan but he just
clammed up.  He was way too nervous.  I needed to do something to force you
guys together, preferably with you a little vulnerable so he wouldn't be so
nervous."  Steve paused and looked Cal in the eye.  "Plus, you pissed me
off.  You were acting like you owned the place.  I figured we might as well
have some fun and teach you a lesson while we were at it."

Cal thought for a moment.  "Okay, so you stripped me.  But before you gave
me the option of doing what you said at each stop, you tried to bargain for
my watch.  What if I had just given you the watch?"

Steve smiled.  "I knew you wouldn't give up your grandfather's watch.  If
you had, then you wouldn't have been good enough for Ryan anyway."  Steve
shrugged.  "And I would have gotten a pretty nice watch."

"What if I had just refused to play along?  Would you have left me up
there?"

"To freeze to death?  Fuck, no!" said Steve.  "I would have given you a
ride home.  Probably stripped you and maybe forced you to suck our dicks or
something.  But I would have got you home."

Cal was getting angry.  "Okay, so I understand you wanted to push Ryan and
me together.  And you thought if I didn't have so many clothes on, maybe
something would develop.  But you also let Scotty whip me, Rick sell my
body at a bar and you took my cherry!  Plus you got those photos of me
getting fucked."

Steve shrugged again.  "Well, I was still trying to teach you a lesson in
humility.  And the photos were just for leverage if things didn't work out.
But I'm sorry about going to Joe's Place.  I didn't want anybody other than
the five of us involved.  Have you heard anything from that?"

"Well, no, not yet," admitted Cal.

"I don't think you will," said Steve.  "The guys who hang out up there
don't come into town much.  And nobody much listens to anything they say
anyway."

"Okay, Steve, I guess I can forgive you for the ride home since it brought
Ryan and me together.  But that doesn't explain what you've been doing
since we got back."

"You're right.  And that's what I've been thinking about."  Steve shook his
head.  "Why I've been so hard on you after it was clear that you and Ryan
were getting together.  And, well, after I started to like you.  I mean,
you took everything we did to you without complaining.  You lived up to
your end of the bargain even though we were taking advantage of you.  I was
proud of you, man."

"But then you kept it up!" said Cal.  "Embarrassing me at the gas station
with Jason and then ordering me to the shed."

Steve paused for a second.  "I don't have many good qualities but I am
pretty honest.  At least with myself.  And I've thought it through."  Steve
took a deep breath.  "I thought I was still trying to teach you a lesson in
humility but I wasn't.  You see, I love Ryan.  Not in the way you do.  Oh,
hell, maybe in that way too, I don't know!  But he's my closest friend, as
close as a brother, and I can't imagine not being with him.  Even though I
was trying to push you two together, once I saw you guys with each other, I
was afraid I was going to lose Ryan.  Even though I liked you, I hated you
for splitting me and Ryan apart.  Does that make any sense?"  Steve looked
questioningly at Cal.

"Yeah, I guess," said Cal in a low voice.  "But you have nothing to worry
about, Steve.  Ryan loves you too.  And I would never come between you
guys.  I don't want him to lose anything by being with me.  I mean, I do
want to spend time with him alone, lots of it!  But I figured we could all
hang out a lot too."

Steve looked at Cal and shook his head.  "You really are a cool guy.  I
guess Ryan has pretty good taste.  Well, I went too far with you and I am
sorry.  Please accept my apology."

Cal silently looked at Steve.  He was pretty sure Steve wasn't much in the
habit of apologizing.  But Steve had really put him through the wringer
over the past few days.  An apology really didn't seem enough, somehow.

"Well, if you'd just as soon I left, I understand," said Steve as he got to
his feet.

"No, Steve, it's not that," said Cal.  "But if you really want to make
things right between us, I think you need something more than just words."

"Like what?" asked Steve.

"Well, you took my cherry.  I'll call it quits if you let me take yours."

"Forget it," said Steve flatly.  "I fuck other people.  Nobody fucks me."

Cal just looked at him.  Steve hesitated.  "Look," said Steve, "how about I
give you a blow job and we're even?"

Cal thought that was probably quite a concession on Steve's part since as
far as he knew, Steve had never sucked cock before.  Cal took a deep
breath.  "No," said Cal.  "You were a real asshole to me and I think your
asshole ought to pay."

Now Steve was silent.  He had never heard Cal so forceful before.  He
didn't mind that; he thought people ought to stand up for themselves.  And
to be fair, he had previously had Cal tied up or blackmailed or otherwise
at a disadvantage.  Steve thought about Cal's demand.  He sure didn't want
to be butt-fucked.  But he had fucked Cal and allowed Scotty to fuck him
too.  Steve really wanted to make things right with Cal.  Was his butt too
much to give up for friendship?

"Okay, I'll do it," said Steve finally.  "But you can't tell anyone, except
Ryan I guess."

Cal was surprised that Steve had accepted his offer.  Steve was actually a
standup guy decided Cal.

"Fine.  Now come over here," ordered Cal.

Steve warily walked over and stood in front of Cal.  Cal swung his legs
over the side of the bed and stood up.  He looked Steve up and down.  Steve
looked damn good!  He was wearing a black leather jacket over a gray
sweater and tight faded jeans.  The clothes nicely set off Steve's swimmer
build and blond hair.

Steve was giving Cal a once-over as well.  Steve had had several occasions
to view Cal's naked body but he once again admired Cal's muscular form and
healthy good looks.  Cal's six inch dick was pointing straight out in front
of him.  Steve decided that if he had to be fucked, Cal wasn't a bad guy to
be fucked by.  He was a sweet guy and nice looking.  And his dick wasn't
huge; it wouldn't be like getting split open by Rick's giant cock for
instance.

Steve took off his jacket and tossed it on a chair.  Then he reached into
the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a condom.  Steve silently
handed the condom to Cal.

"Put your hands together in front of you," said Cal.  Cal turned and picked
up the rope that had tied Ryan to the headboard.

"Hey," said Steve.  "I didn't agree to be tied up!"

Cal just looked at him.  Steve recalled how he had tied up Cal on the
mountain and in the shed.  Steve sighed and held his hands in front of him.
Cal smiled and quickly tied Steve's wrists together.

"Okay," said Cal.  "Bend over the desk."

Steve turned and leaned over Ryan's desk, resting his forearms on the
desktop.  Cal moved behind him.  He reached down and began to pull Steve's
sweater up over his head.  Cal pushed the sweater down Steve's arms until
it bunched up against his bound wrists.  Cal did the same with Steve's
T-shirt.

Steve's powerful back was now exposed.  Cal admired the broad shoulders and
muscular lats.  He reached his hands around and ran them down Steve's
smooth chest, feeling the big pecs and the ripped abs.  Cal moved his hands
up to play with Steve's tits, twisting them roughly.  Cal heard the quick
intake of Steve's breath.  Cal pulled out Steve's nipples and then let them
snap back.  He reached up and gently stroked Steve's blond hair for a
moment.

Cal unbuckled Steve's black leather belt.  Then he unbuttoned and unzipped
Steve's tight jeans and pushed them down below his knees.  Cal admired the
view of Steve's muscular legs.  And Steve's bubble butt was outlined nicely
in his tight white Jockey briefs.  Cal looked around front and could see
the heavy bulge of Steve's cock and balls.

Cal slipped his thumbs beneath the waistband of Steve's briefs and pulled
them down.  Steve just stared straight ahead at the wall, standing stiffly
as Cal took in his essentially nude body.  Steve was really a fine looking
man, thought Cal.  He particularly liked Steve's smooth, white, almost
hairless butt.  Cal put a hand on each cheek and kneaded Steve's ass.

Steve felt Cal's hands drop from his butt cheeks and then heard him pull
the belt from Steve's jeans.  Steve looked around and saw that Cal had
folded over the belt and was taking some practice swings.  The heavy
leather belt snapped through the air.  Steve was about to protest when he
realized that Cal was pretty much doing to him what he had put Cal through
up on the mountain.  He had stripped Cal, bound Cal's hands, and allowed
Scotty to whip Cal with his own belt.  Steve gritted his teeth and figured
that he could take whatever Cal was planning to dish out.

Cal swung the belt against Steve's ass.  It landed with a loud swat and
Steve jumped a little.  It stung but didn't hurt all that bad.  Cal landed
more strokes, each one harder, across Steve's butt; first one cheek, then
the other and then across the crack.  Then repeated.  When Steve's ass was
a nice rosy red, Cal dropped the belt.  Steve felt like his ass was on fire
and thought he probably wouldn't be too comfortable sitting down for a
while.  Even so, he knew that Cal hadn't been putting his full force into
it.

Cal pulled apart Steve's bright red cheeks to expose his pink asshole.  Cal
ignored the K-Y still sitting on the bed.  He thrust his right hand in
front of Steve's mouth.  Steve knew what to do; he had made Cal do the same
thing back at the clearing.  Steve opened his mouth and started to lick and
suck on Cal's fingers.  Cal moved his hand down and started to insert his
index finger into Steve's hole, using Steve's spit for lube.  Cal realized
then that Steve had been sucking on the fingers that Cal had just had up
Ryan's butt.  Oh well! thought Cal.

Steve closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he felt Cal's finger probe
his asshole.  Steve had fucked enough ass to know he needed to relax or
this would really hurt.  He remembered to push like he was taking a shit.
He felt Cal slide in first one, and then two fingers.

Cal looked around at Steve's cock.  It had lengthened somewhat but was
still far from erect.  Steve did not seem to be enjoying this.  Cal reached
over with his left hand and picked up Ryan's almost empty beer bottle.  As
Cal drained the last few drops from it, he looked at Steve's face.  Steve's
eyes were shut tight and there was a grimace on his face.  Cal thought for
a moment.

Steve felt the fingers leave his butt and knew what was coming next.  He
heard the sound of a condom package being ripped open.  Steve took a deep
breath and tried to relax.  The penetration when it came was worse than he
anticipated.  Cal was not all that big but Steve felt like his asshole was
being stretched wide open.  Cal was being very gentle but Steve's ass felt
completely occupied.  Steve groaned.  The invader slowly pushed in and then
out of Steve's virgin butt.  Then it stopped.

"So how does it feel?" asked Cal from the far end of the room.

"Oh, it's. . ."  Steve's eyes flew open.  He looked down and saw the unused
condom sitting on the desktop.  Steve then craned around to see an empty
beer bottle hanging half out of his asshole.

Cal was standing across the room smiling at him.  "I'd never put my dick up
your ass if you didn't really want it," said Cal.  "And my dick is reserved
for Ryan now anyway.  So your butt is still technically a virgin I guess."

Steve saw red.  "You asshole!" he exclaimed.  Steve turned towards Cal and
started to lunge at him.  Cal stepped back in alarm.  Pure rage covered
Steve's face.  But Steve tripped on the jeans and underwear bunched around
his ankles and stumbled to his knees; hitting the floor hard.  The beer
bottle fell out of his ass and rolled away.  Steve stayed kneeling on the
floor, his hands still bound in front of him.  The rage seemed to disappear
from him as quickly as it had arrived.  Cal eyed him warily.

"I guess I look pretty stupid," said Steve as he clambered to his feet.  He
then reached down with his bound hands and awkwardly pulled up his briefs
and his pants.  Cal said nothing.  Steve noted that he hadn't called Ryan
for help.

Steve looked at Cal.  "I guess I shouldn't get mad at you for NOT fucking
me," he said finally.  "I suppose I deserved that.  Hell, I know I deserve
worse than that for what I did to you.  So are we friends now, Cal?"

Cal smiled.  "Yeah, we're buds now."  Cal stepped forward and untied
Steve's hands.  Steve pulled his T-shirt and sweater back on.  Cal pulled
off the bed the gray blanket Steve had wrapped around him back at the shed.
He folded it neatly and handed it to Steve.

"Thanks for the blanket, Steve.  That was nice of you."

Steve looked at Cal for a second.  Then he surprised Cal by embracing him
in a bear hug and kissing Cal right on the lips.  He pressed firmly and ran
his tongue lightly across Cal's lips.  Damn! thought Cal.  Steve is a hell
of a kisser!

Steve released Cal and stepped back.  "There," Steve said.  "That's to show
that I'm completely okay with you and Ryan.  And that I want us to be
friends."

"Thanks, Steve."

Steve picked up his jacket and headed toward the door.  He paused.  "I
better let Ryan in so you two can get back to whatever you were doing."
Steve's killer smile spread across his face.  "You know, Cal, I didn't
think you needed any more of those humility lessons but after the beer
bottle thing, I'm not so sure.  So, next lesson is tomorrow.  You come by
my car in the parking lot before school.  I am going to stick a butt plug
up your ass.  You're going to have a hardon all day!  So you may want to
wear some baggy pants to disguise it!  Oh, and I'm going to check
periodically that you still have it in.  If you're lucky, I'll check in the
boy's room or somewhere kind of private.  If you're not, maybe in the
cafeteria during lunch!  Seeya tomorrow bud!"  Steve laughed as he walked
out of the room.

Cal sighed.  Was Steve kidding?  Cal wasn't sure.  Steve still had those
photos and Cal knew he would have to do what Steve said.  He shouldn't have
been so damn cute with the beer bottle!  But Cal had been very careful; he
knew it couldn't have hurt Steve.  Maybe he should have just fucked him?
But that would have meant breaking his commitment to Ryan.  Oh well, he'd
better show up at Steve's car tomorrow morning to see if Steve was serious.
He'd wear some tight boxer briefs and baggy khakis just in case.

Cal realized that he was getting a little cold.  He saw his clothes piled
at the foot of the bed where Steve had left them.  Cal reached down to pull
out his boxers and started to step into them.

Ryan had been waiting in the kitchen while Cal and Steve talked.  He had
confidence in both of them and hoped that they were working things out.  It
had taken all of Ryan's will power not to rush in when he heard the
commotion.  But he thought that Cal could take care of himself and that if
he wanted Ryan's help, he would call for him.  Ryan was awfully relieved
when the door opened and Steve came out smiling.  Steve just gave Ryan a
quick hug and left without saying anything.  Ryan walked back into the
bedroom.  He was just in time to see Cal pull on the pair of boxers that
Ryan had masturbated into outside the shed earlier today.  Ryan groaned.
How was he going to explain his cum all over Cal's underwear?

"Why are these all gooey?" asked Cal.


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Love, Cal