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Notice: The contents of this story is purely fictional not based on real life happenings in my life or anyone elses. All names are fictional. The content matter of this story may contain intances of love and sex between males teenagers. It also contain some content of violence. If this is not what you like reading or it is illegal for you to read this material because of age or laws go somewhere else. This story is copyrighted by it's owner and may not be copied or published elsewhere without the owners permission. Author's note: If you like the story let me know...please put Blackmail in the subject line otherwise the spam assinator will happily assinate it. Hey I found and urban dictionary - it was so awesome. Sam Lakes |
Blackmailby Sam LakesCopyright © 2007 All Rights ReservedChapter Nineyoungnhung: Hey Mark! Julian exited messenger, stood up and dove on to the bed next to Taylor. “Hey! Hey! I can almost smell the fresh air of New Zealand.” “Yeah, me too babe, hey print the chat log, and we’ll add it to his file. You nervous?” Julian frowned, “Meh! I’ll print it later. As long as you get there before he tries to give me some surprise sex, I'll be okay,” said Julian. “Meh?” Taylor smiled and shook his head, “You are such a dork.” “Grundel licker,” giggled Julian. “Mmmm,” Taylor wiggled his eyebrows, “Ya wanna bonk?” “Meep!” Julian said, in a low sexy tone, then fluttered his eyelids. Taylor leaned into Julian for a kiss, whispering, “Dork” right before their lips touched. For the next hour, it was all boy on boy. “Dude, you look so emo!” laughed Taylor. “Feh!” Julian adjusted himself in the mirror. His jeans were tight, clearly showing off his wears and his t-shirt hugged his body like a second skin. “I think I look – hot,” replied Julian to Taylor’s comment, “Besides, I have to be a gerb.” “Gerb?” “The opposite of n r b - no reason boner, G R B it stands for good reason boner.” “Dude you’ve been urban dictionaring far too much.” “Feh!” sneered Julian playfully, “Babe? Do you think I should perhaps do my eyes.” “But it really does bring out my eyes.” “I said it’s too emo! You’ll look like a boy ho.” “Fucktard!” “Come on, let’s go.” The two drove to a pizza parlor, collected a medium pizza and left for the motel. Ten minutes later, a black Hummer pulled into the parking lot. Julian pushed the speed dial for Mark Johnson. “Hello” said a voice. “M-Mark?” stuttered Julian. “Yeah, is this Matt?” “Yeah, I thought I’d get us a pizza. You get a room, and I’ll call you, in about five minutes to get the room number, then when I arrive, they'll just think I’m the pizzaboy.” “Oh, cool. Good thinking,” replied Mark, as he got out of his Hummer. Julian hung up, as they watched Mark enter the motel. “Dude, that guy’s got money with a capital ‘M’” said Taylor, as he jotted down the license plate number. Ten minutes later, Julian got out of Taylor’s car. “Make sure you leave the door ajar, so I can get in,” said Taylor, nervously, “Is the recorder on?” Julian nodded. “I love you babe.” “You too,” said a nervous Julian, as he turned and left for the motel room. Julian stood outside of room 122, took a deep breath and tried to relax. It was impossible, so he knocked on the door. The door opened and Mark Johnson stood looking at Julian without saying a word. Finally, Julian spoke, “Hi, uh, Mark?” Mark nodded. Julian continued, “Uh, pizza!” and handed the pizza to Mark. “Thanks,” Mark said and they moved into the room. “Nice room.” “Yeah, not bad. So, you’re Matt?” “Yep, the one, the only, Mathew Yang,” said Julian. Mark continued to stare at Julian. “Is something wrong?” “No, you just look a lot younger than I thought.” Julian sensed that this was going to be a bust – the guy would tell him to leave. He could only think of one word. “Genetics,” he half smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “Oh, I forgot to get drinks. I’m sure the motel has a soda machine.” “Yeah, they do.” “Oh. I’ll go get us two sodas.” “Hey, I’ll get them. You got the pizza,” he smiled, “What do you want?” “Uh, Dew, if they got it, or Pepsi – Coke, whatever.” As soon as Mark left the room Julian headed for the bathroom, grabbed a wad of toilet tissue, wet them and stuff them in the door latch recess so that Taylor could open the door when he did the bust. He decided to strip, in hopes it would take Mark's attention off of asking any other questions about age.” As soon as he heard Mark at the door he opened the door hiding all but his head behind the door. After Mark came in, he gently closed the door, and then followed behind Mark. When Mark turned around, he saw Julian’s naked body. He couldn't help but stare. “You said get comfortable,” muttered Julian, coyly. Mark took a step toward Julian, placed his hand on Julian’s hairless chest. Julian blushed and thought “Hurry up Taylor!” as Mark’s hand moved down, and took hold of his penis. “You are so…sooo hot,” he said, dropping to his knees, still holding Julian’s flaccid penis and then taking it into his mouth. Julian moaned as his penis began to grow. “I’m only fifteen.” Mark pulled off and said, “You want me to stop?” “Do you?” “No,” he said moving to take Julian’s cock back into his mouth. The door suddenly opened. “FREEZE!” shouted Taylor, who was dressed in his uncle’s police uniform. Julian jumped back. Mark was totally stunned. “Mark Johnson, You have the right to remain silent and refuse to answer questions. Do you understand?” said Taylor. “Oh God! Oh, God, this isn’t happening,” Mark said. “I’m afraid it is. Are you aware of the crime you have committed? That boy is a minor.” “Nice try, kid, the room was bugged. You told him you were fifteen, and he didn’t stop.” “I’m ruined! Just kill me, you can say I resisted arrest,” cried Mark. “Sorry, but no. You should have thought about the consequences of your actions,” said Taylor. “Officer, isn’t there some way we can get around this – without Mark going to jail. Please there’s got to be something,” pleaded Julian. Mark looked up and through his tears, saw tears rolling down Julian’s face, then he turned to look at Taylor. “I understand where you’re coming from. Life as you know it, would be over, but you have to realize that if I let you go, I’d lose my career. But I know this kid. I know he has a really bad life – you were probably going to hit him up for some money after this – right?” “Yeah,” admitted Julian. Taylor let out a big sigh, “I’ll tell you what, Mr. Johnson. I know Matt wants to go to an art college. He’s good enough, he could get a scholarship, but he needs money to live on and for books and such. I figure about $30,000. You think you could manage that – it would have to be in cash, and today – right now. I’ll see to it he manages the money properly.” “Young man, get dressed. You will accompany Mr. Johnson to his bank. I expect you back in one hour. If you’re not, I will put out an APB. You will go to juvy, and Mr. Johnson, you’ll be going to jail, and I can guarantee the media will be at your house in an hour and a half,” said Taylor, sternly. Two hours later, Julian and Taylor were lying on Julian’s bed. The money, $30,000, was locked in the ‘vault’. “Yeah,” muttered Julian, “Taylor?” “Yeah, babe?” “I don’t want to do it anymore.” “Do what?” “What we did today. I got hard…it felt good,” Julian said, just above a whisper, as Taylor felt a tear upon his chest. “Babe, it’s okay. The same thing would have happened to me. You weren't cheating, and you weren't whoring. We were just blackmailing. We can get out of here now. What happened today is in our past. You and me, we have a future together.” “I love you.” “I love you, too.” When Taylor arrived home, he found his uncle waiting up for him in the kitchen. “You’re late,” smiled Uncle James. “Only five minutes.” “You got spouge in your hair. You should tell Julian to be more careful. ” Taylor’s hand immediately went up to his hair. “Gotcha,” laughed Uncle James, as Taylor turned bright red, and he looked away. Still not looking at his uncle, he uttered, “I’ll leave.” “That’s not necessary. You guys look good together.” Taylor looked at his uncle as tears welled up in his eyes. “God, Taylor,” Uncle James snickered, “Most people find a soul mate, you found your emo mate!” Uncle James laughed. Taylor couldn’t help but smile, as he wiped the tears rolling down his cheeks, ‘I am not emo!” “Meh! You are – face it!” he laughed. Taylor stuck his tongue out at his uncle and they both laughed. “I really love him, Uncle James. He means everything to me.” “Duh! It’s so obvious. You should tell your dad.” Taylor disposition suddenly soured. “I wouldn’t tell that bastard fucktard shit!” “Taylor, he loves you.” “Yeh! Riiiight! That’s why he dumped me on his brother. Fuck him!” “He didn’t dump you on me. He just couldn’t take you with him.” “Why? Why! If he loved me, he’d have worked out something! I always knew mom didn’t like me. He wasn’t at home much, but I thought he liked me! Does he know I’m a fag? Is that it? Does the sight of his faggy son make him sick? He dumped me like I meant nothing to him. You didn’t see him when he told me I had to live here! TOTALLY COLD, LIKE I MEAN, NOTHING!” “True, I didn’t see that,” said Uncle James calmly, “I saw a man whose heart was broken because he was too stubborn to listen to me. Who was afraid his son would hate him if he knew the truth of why he wouldn’t take you to New York. And why did he think that? Because he overheard you and Matt being totally homophobic about some kid at school and how fags should die! I tried to tell him that you weren’t like that. But he wouldn’t fucking listen.” “My dad is – is g-gay?” stuttered a stunned Taylor. Uncle James rolled his eyes and then got up from the table, grabbed the phone and punched in some numbers. “Erik, this is James, put Martin on the line,” Uncle James looked over to a still bewildered Taylor. “Hey, bro I am sick and tired of being stuck between two extremely stubborn gay boys, cuz either way I turn, I’m getting fucked! So, gay dad, please talk to your gay son, and get your asshats off.” Uncle James tossed the phone to Taylor and left the room. Editor's Notes: I love it. Did anyone see that coming? It was something that actually entered my mind, but I didn't really think it would be that quick. Darryl |
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