Date: Thu, 28 Jan 2021 00:48:30 +0000 From: AP Webb Subject: D'n'M Part 4 Chapter 9 All the characters and events in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, either living or dead, is entirely unintentional. The story is copyrighted and may not be reproduced in any way without the express permission of the author who can be contacted at: pjalexander1753@gmail.com PJ D'n'M Part 4 From Chapter 8: `Fuck me!' were, once again, the first words to occur to him, quickly followed by, `Oh shit!' as he pulled his hand out from where it had been so enthusiastically exercising and realised it was dripping with cum. What the fuck to do with it? Oh well, nowhere to wipe it so nothing for it but to lick it off. Not bad, not bad at all. That was a surprise. He'd have to try it again next time he had the opportunity which, as he well knew, was likely to be in the very near future, as soon as he got home in fact. Oh shit! Home! He was definitely going to be late, and what on earth was he going to tell his mum? `Oh mum, sorry I'm late, I stopped to watch two guys going at it like fuck in the locker-room at the gym. It was way hot. I shot four times!' He didn't think so. ********** Chapter 9: It wasn't until later, when he was lying on his bed trying to work out how much of what had happened that evening he could tell M during their standard evening phone call (obviously he couldn't `out' Eddy or reveal his relationship with Tye), that two things occurred to Dan. The first was that he had left the gym still without the dog-tags, and the second was that the sight of Tye and Eddy fucking had caused him to have one of the quickest and most powerful orgasms he could remember. He knew he'd be telling M all about the photo shoot and how the new Dan Reed had not only been tested but had also totally smashed it. He'd been tested by the similarity with the Mr. Roberts scenario but had managed to push back against the memories and associated emotions that had almost overwhelmed him. He'd been tested by Eddy's economy with the truth and attempted manipulation of Dan into allowing `art' photos of him to be sold to who knew what sort of magazines. But he had stood his ground and refused to let that happen, forcing Eddy to accept a much more limited use of the pictures for the gym publicity revamp only. And he'd been tested by the whole `girlfriend photos' idea which he'd acknowledged to be a total non-starter even before it had got off the ground. So three huge gold stars for the new Dan Reed. What a shame he'd stopped going to see Please Call Me. She'd have been impressed with how he was shaping up. Not to worry, because M was bound to be impressed and his opinion was way more important than that of any old counsellor, even Please Call Me (who wasn't even very old). Thinking about his failure to retrieve the dog-tags got him annoyed all over again and it also brought back into his head the image of Eddy being comprehensively fucked by Tye with the inevitable, and strangely unsettling, reaction inside his sleep shorts. He was on the verge of doing something to relieve the demands coming from between his legs when he felt his phone vibrate. "Hey M, how ya doing? You'll never believe what happened to me tonight." "That makes two of us," came the reply. "I've done it!" "Huh?" "Told the team I'm gay. I've totally come out!" The mixture of excitement and relief in Milo's voice was unmistakable. Straight away Dan knew that his news would have to wait for another day, M's was way more important. "So what happened? And how come you didn't give me the heads up in advance like we agreed?" "Sorry about that D, but I didn't know it was gonna happen tonight. It just sorta crept up on me." Milo sounded almost apologetic. "But it was awesome, D. Just awesome." "Okay, so it was awesome, but I need details. Tell me!" Dan demanded. And he did -- need the details -- he wanted to live every moment with M. He wanted to feel as if he had actually been there for one of the most important moments in the whole of M's sixteen years on the planet, one of the very few that he, Dan, hadn't been directly involved in. "Well, basically, it was Ms. Boyeda's fault," Milo began. "At the start of practice tonight she announced that she'd managed to set up an extra match, one that's not listed on this term's competition schedule." "So?" queried Dan. "What's that got to do with you suddenly deciding to come out?" "Shaving," was Milo's brief and enigmatic answer. "Now, if you'd just shut up and let me explain you'll find out." His tone was more exasperated than annoyed. D was sometimes so impatient. "Oh, okay. Just get on with it." Dan wanted to have the last word, at least, the last word before Milo continued his story. "The match is gonna be against Shepton Academy. They're one of the best teams in the Southern league. Ms. B has been trying to set up something with them for a while and now it's gonna happen -- on Saturday!" Dan could hear the excitement in M's voice and knew just what a big deal it would be for him -- his first inter-school competition since becoming vice-captain of the team. A great deal of his self-esteem and also kudos within the team would be riding on the result. "It was Dods who made me realise I'd have to fess up, though that wasn't his intention when he whispered to me that there was gonna have to be a new round of shaving ahead of the match or the Ballbreaker would not be happy." "So?" Dan couldn't understand why the team's routine of mutual shaving should catapult M into one of the most momentous decisions ever. "Well, it just didn't seem fair to let some guy on the team be assigned to me for shaving, especially if he was a newbie." "I still don't get it." There were times, Milo thought, when D, usually really sharp, could be incredibly dim. "Jerking-off together? The Cum Brotherhood? Come on D, think about it! Imagine you're new to the whole shaving thing -- majorly cringe-making all by itself, and you've never jerked-off with another guy before -- another whole level of embarrassment, and you're new to being a CB -- something that should make you feel pretty special, and then a few days or weeks later the guy who you did all that with suddenly announces he's gay, has been all along but never told you. Ask yourself, how're you gonna feel?" "Oh yeah," Dan replied. "Awkward." "And the rest. So during practice we talked it through, Dods and me. He said it was my choice and he'd back me up whatever I decided. I bet everyone else thought we were standing at poolside talking about the Shepton match but really I was bricking it, thinking I might be about to turn my life into a total nightmare." "Fuck M, I can't imagine how scary that must have been. I shoulda been there for you." "Yeah, I wish you had been., even with your potty mouth! But it was all so sudden and unplanned. But Dods was great." Dan couldn't help but be a bit jealous when he heard that. He was M's best friend and it should have been him, Dan, who'd been there to give M the support he needed. But, as he silently acknowledged to himself, Dods was a good guy and a pretty decent Dan substitute in an emergency situation. "So what happened, you know, once you'd decided to go through with it?" "After me and Dods had talked and I'd made the decision, he went and had a quiet word with Ms. B -- there was no way I could talk to her -- and at the end of practice, before we went back to the locker room to organise shave partners, she called all the guys together, said there was going to be an important announcement and everyone was to listen really carefully and not interrupt or say anything. Then she looked at me, I looked at Dods, he looked at me. None of us said anything. You could tell that all the guys had no idea what was going on. I knew that I should have been doing the talking but it was like my brain had forgotten how to make words or someone had stolen my vocal chords. I was completely dumb. I looked at Dods again and this time he started speaking." Milo's voice had got quieter and quieter, almost as if he was talking to himself rather than to Dan on the phone. "What did he say? Hey, he didn't just out you, did he?" Dan was appalled at the idea that Dods might do something so brutal. The question shook Milo out of his reverie. His reply to D was unusually sharp. "No, of course he didn't. You know Dods better than that. He's a good friend." "Yeah, sorry." Dan did know better and he was sorry. "So what did he say?" "It was pretty embarrassing really, he started saying how proud he was of me and reminding everyone about the three-schools' tournament and how I'd swum so great in the last relay and won the race and the whole competition even though I'd been bullied by Zephan and how most kids wouldn't have had the balls to do that -- Ms. Boyeda gave him a dirty look -- and how I was a great vice-captain and an even better friend." The words poured breathlessly from Milo's mouth as if he was in danger of forgetting them or as if they were burning a hole in his mouth and needed to be got out before they set him on fire. "Every word true," added Dan, "As well as being a really great way of softening up the other guys ready for the shocker at the end. Clever. Did it work?" "Yeah, you're right, he told me afterwards that that had been his plan, get everyone on my side and then explain the gay thing, but everything went completely mad before he got to the bottom line." "Mad? How?" "I could tell that he was just about to make the big announcement, and I was so nervous I could barely stand up, when Ben, you know, the best back-stroker on the team, called out, `And now you're gonna say that he's gay. Tell us something we don't know!' Wow! I couldn't believe what I'd just heard and my jaw almost hit the floor, Dods looked like he'd been pole-axed and even Ms. B seemed surprised." "You said it. Wow! What a shocker. Did Ben say how they all knew?" "All he said was that I was never gonna win an academy award and the rest of the team wasn't blind or stupid." "Is that it?" Dan couldn't believe it any more than Milo had. "No clue to how they'd worked it out?" "No, nothing. I've always been really careful and never done anything that might give it away. At least, that's what I thought. Even running out on that circle jerk, I knew it was because I was afraid it'd give the game away if I stayed, but the other guys just thought I'd chickened out. Anyway, before we got into all that, Ms. B stepped up and said that I had her full support, that whether anyone on the team was straight, gay, bi, unsure or anything in between meant nothing to her. All she was bothered about, she said, was how everyone performed in the pool, not in bed!" Dan could hear the smile on M's lips. "She may be the Ballbreaker but she's definitely one of the good guys." "Too right. She even gave me the thumbs up and a smile when we left her on poolside while we went back to the locker-room to sort out the shave partners. There's no way she didn't know what was going to be happening once we got there." Milo's appreciation of his coach and his captain was clear and, having got to this natural break point in the story, he'd have liked to stop there and settle down for the night. Dan, though, had other ideas. "So there was nothing?" Dan asked, still keen to understand the team's apparent total acceptance of M's sexuality. "Nothing negative or off in the way the team treated you? No-one said anything bad?" "That's right," replied Milo sounding just as surprised by the team's reaction as D obviously felt. "Not even any sideways looks, not that I could see, anyway. I reckon it's all down to Tom." "To Tom? How'd you make that out?" "Well, like Ms. B told you before, she'd been trying forever to get rid of the anti-gay attitudes of some of the team back in the day but hadn't got anywhere. Then, when those two gay swimmers got done over, Tom stepped up and got it sorted. Ever since then there's been no trouble. It's like the `so what, you're gay' attitude has become part of the team's DNA or something. Thinking about it now, I don't know why I didn't realise that and have the guts to come out before. It's obvious it would have been okay. So much grief and stress for nothing. Stupid me." "Hey, knock that off, you're not stupid. You didn't come out before because you weren't ready." Even more than earlier, Dan wished he and M were in the same room, not speaking on their phones, so he could give him a hug. "Yeah. Maybe. But D, I'm out! I'm really out! I can't tell you how that feels." "That's fantastic, M. I'm totally happy for you." And he was, happy for M, but still not happy for himself, having missed such a momentous event in M's life. He felt as if he'd let him down bigtime. He also felt cheated out of being part of something so important. He could think of nothing further to say. There was silence between them for several seconds before Dan remembered where M's story had left off. He was keen to get it back on track. "So, the shave partners, wasn't that all a bit awkward, you know, after the `big reveal'? What did you do, make out you were already paired up with someone?" Dan could only imagine how uncomfortable poor M must have felt when it came to pairing up, having just come out. After all, whoever got paired with him was most likely going to be tarred with the same gay brush once news of M's gayness got round -- an almost certain social death-warrant in high school. But he had underestimated the strength of team spirit among the swimmers and the fact that M's sexuality had been pretty much common knowledge, albeit unspoken, for months. "No, I didn't have to do any pretending. There were three `newbies', you know, guys who haven't shaved before - Drew, he's new at school and a butterfly champion in his old district, Grey who was in the relay team with me and Dods and a breaststroker called Trace" At the mention of Grey's name Dan perked up, switching from `mostly listening' to `full attention' mode. Was it possible that the plan that he and Dods had cooked up was actually going to come together? That luck was on his (and M's) side? "Oh yeah, Grey. I think I remember him," said D, disingenuously. "So who did you get paired with?" "Dods announced that, as captain, it was his job to choose partners for the newbies and that everyone else could sort themselves out, then Dods, me and Ben the backstroker took the newbies over into one corner of the locker-room. Ben got paired up with Trace, Dods got Drew and that left me with Grey." `Yes!' exclaimed Dan (although not out loud) as he punched the air. He was mightily impressed with Dods' skilfully sneaky manipulation of the situation, making sure that M was paired up with the boy who they -- Dods and Dan -- knew to be, 1) gay, and, 2) crushing on M. Things could not have worked out more perfectly. At the very least Dan owed Dods a congratulatory high five next time they met. "And are you okay with that?" Dan asked. "With Grey as my partner? Yeah, I s'pose," replied Milo equally disingenuously (two could play that game). "At least he didn't react like he'd been sentenced to spend time with a mad axe murderer." `No, I bet he didn't,' thought Dan. What he actually said was, "That all sounds as if it couldn't have worked out better, even if you'd planned it. I'm sooo pleased for you, M. I wish I was there with you now so I could give you the biggest hug." And that was 100% the truth. Then a thought hit him, one that should have occurred to him before, one that had the potential to blow all of the team's positive reaction to M's `news' completely out of the water. "How about tomorrow? It'll be all round school. Have you thought how ya wanna handle it?" "No need," was the unexpected answer. "Before we all showered and left for home Dods called everyone together again to remind them of the golden rule." "Oh yeah, what's that?" "Just like in the movie, `What happens in the locker-room stays in the locker-room.' And I wouldn't want to be the guy who decided to break it. So it's sorted. Nothing to worry about. And I feel much more confident now that when I do decide to completely come out I'll have the backing of all the guys on the team." Milo sounded completely confident, more confident than he actually felt, but he didn't want D to know that and start worrying. Time enough, later, to stress about any negative fall-out. For now, he was relieved that things had gone so much better than he could ever have imagined, yes, relieved and also tired. "And my backing too M, don't forget about me." "As if I could. I know you'd be at my side every step. But now I need to sleep, it's been a big day. Goodnight D. See ya tomorrow." "Goodnight M. Sleep well." "I will. And D?" "Yeah?" "Thanks for caring." "Always." Dan's smartphone went quiet and he reached over to drop it on the floor by his bed, but instead of switching out his bed-side light and settling down to sleep Dan reached down under the waistband of his sleep shorts to grab hold of the serious hard-on that had been growing throughout M's description of the events in the locker-room that evening. For some reason that he really couldn't get his head around he found the story of M's coming-out and his pairing up with Grey to be a total turn-on. If he was going to get any sleep that night he had to get rid of his stiff inches, and there was only one way guaranteed to do that. Five very satisfying minutes later he was mopping cum off his panting torso, a vivid picture of M and Grey doing the same thing to each other still clear in his mind. 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