Date: Thu, 31 Aug 2023 23:12:03 -0500
From: William Marshal <williammarshal5301@gmail.com>
Subject: Exposed Chapter 14

Exposed: CHAPTER 14

The next day, James and Weston got to the Field an hour before the start of
the game. There weren't a lot of Mill Brook fans in the stands. However,
Brock's parents were there and he was really surprised to see his mother
and Aunt Sydney. James ran up and gave them a hug and asked, "What are you
guys doing here?"

Julia said, "We saw Florence and Nelson at supper last night, and they said
were coming to the game today. They asked if we would be interested in
joining them, and we thought that you might be here to watch Brock and the
rest of your friends. So we decided to surprise you."

"Let me introduce you all to Weston Jackson," James said. "He is also
friends with Brock, Kip, Lance, and half the team."

Weston shook hands with the Champlains then when he did so with Julia, she
said, "Weston Jackson? Your father wouldn't happen to be Issa Jackson."

"Yes, it is, ma'am," Weston replied.

James looked a couple of rows up the stands and saw Michael watching, and
it suddenly dawned on him that his mother and aunt were not here just
because of a chance meeting with the Champlains at a restaurant.

The game wasn't really much of a contest. Pittsfield came up though a
weaker part of the bracket, made even weaker when the top seed was upset in
the first round. At the half, James went to the restroom and bumped into
Michael. "What's going on,"James asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't play innocent with me. You were the only person, outside of Dean
Meyers and Mr. Gregg who knew I was coming to this game with Weston
Jackson. So, you called her, and she decide to come out to meet Weston. The
only thing I don't know is how she managed to rope Brock's parents into
this game. So, how am I doing?"

"Pretty good," Michael said. "Sorry about the intrigue. I should have just
let you know up front what is going on."

"Yes, you should have. FYI, in a few years I will be running Pierce
International and if you and your employer ever want to work for us again,
you won't ever try to play me for a fool again. Also, Weston figured out
the entire dorm switch and who you are."

The look on Michael's face told James that things weren't going to be good
when he reported everything to the home office. "One more thing," James
said, "This stays between you and me, you will not report this to the your
boss."

"Why not?"

"Tell me this, if you tell them what I just told you, will they replace you
with someone else?"

"Most likely."

"I don't want that. First, because I like you. Second, I think you and I
can work together. Who knows what the next person would be like." Michael
and James both smiled, but before they parted James said, "Oh, and one more
thing. After you've listen to Weston's and my conversation, please erase
it. That was a private conversation and I would like it kept that way."

"How did you know?

"I didn't until just now, but if I were you, that's what I would have
done," James said with a wink.

It was at the instant the Michael realized two things, James wasn't just
some ordinary kid, and he was someone who was going places. Michael decided
that his best career path was not getting in James way, but to make himself
useful to James.

The second half of the game was more lopsided than the first, and Brock,
Kip, Lance, and the rest of the starters rode the bench so the second team
could get some play time in the post-season. After the game, Brock's
parents went to congratulate their son. Brock was again the team's leading
scorer and a shoo-in for All-State, and likely High School All-American
honors.

James and Weston, decided to stay in the stands and just wave to their
friends. They would have plenty of time back in the dorm to congratulate
and celebrate with them.  As soon as the Trojan headed for the locker room,
James' mother, aunt, and the Champlains said goodbye to James and Weston
and headed back to New York. Both of the Brock's parents were surgeons and
they had a full day of surgeries scheduled for the next day. Beside they
would be up for the game on Saturday, and Thanksgiving was only a week
away.

James and Weston were back at Mill Brook a good two hours before word
spread that the team bus was on the outskirts of Concord. Soon, several
hundred boys were headed to the soccer field house to welcome the team
home, James, Brock, and the rest of their new dorm mates included. When
Brock got off of the bus and saw James, it was all the boys could do not to
kiss right there in the view of half the Mill Brook student body.

However, once James and Brock were safely behind their locked room
door. Brock wasted no time stripping James of all his clothes, then
shedding his own. To say that Brock was merely horny, would be to say that
a category five hurricane was just a Spring thunder storm.

It wasn't long before Brock was on his back, legs pulled back, and begging
James to breed him. James soon had his tongue on and then in Brock's
ass. Brock was moaning and his cock was dripping cum, like a Sugar Maple
gives up its Spring sap. However, Brock wanted more and it wasn't long
before James was pounding Brock's ass like he was a two bit whore." It
didn't take long for both boys to cum, Brock on his own chest, and James
deep in Brock's tight hole. When he'd finally stopped cumming, James lapped
up the semen from Brock's abs and savored the taste of his boy.

Once the high from the orgasm passed, the physical exhaustion and the
excitement of the game finally caught up with Brock and he began to fall
asleep. James started to get up and go to his own bed, but Brock pulled him
back, and sleepily said, "Cuddle me." So James pulled up the covers, and
the two of them drifted off to sleep in the comfort of each other's arms.

Friday morning, James woke up around at six. He always set his alarm, but
he rarely needed it. Unless he was extremely exhaust or sick, his body
clock was set to begin the day at six. So James slowly got out of bed,
trying not to wake Brock and headed for the bathroom to start his morning
routine. After taking a shower and drying off, James slipped into a full
length fleece bathrobe with a hood. Mill Brook wasn't the sort of place to
waste money on extra heat. It also didn't let the boys cook in their rooms,
but it did allow coffee pots, and James was coffee lover. So it was that
most days before breakfast, James spent half-an-hour wrapped in his robe,
enjoying a cup or two of coffee, and reading the New York Times on his
iPad.

At seven, James shook Brock and said, I'm going to get dressed and head
over to the cafeteria for breakfast. James enjoyed breakfast and like to
eat slowly while continuing to read the Time. On the other hand, Brock,
Kip, and most of the rest of the jocks would sleep as long as they could,
grab a quick shower, then head over to wolf down some breakfast before
heading to class. Weston was one of the exceptions to the jock morning
schedule, and recently he and James had started eating breakfast together.

That morning, Weston had already grabbed a plate of biscuits and gravy and
some scrabbled eggs and was sitting by one of the large window that looked
out toward the athletic fields. After getting his food, James joined him.

"Where's Brock?" Weston asked.

"Now that he has a private shower, he's reverted back to his old wake up
time which is O'shit I'm Late For Class."

Weston laughed, "Yeah, I grew up in a house that ran on Annapolis time. At
the Academy 0600 is wake up for plebes, and Dad insisted Marcus and I be up
and going then. Mom was the only person in our house exempt from Annapolis
time. Dad makes breakfast every morning, and when Marcus and I were old
enough, we were expected to help with breakfast. That is still true when we
go home on break. Dad even expect Yasser to live on Annapolis time when he
visits."

"Mornings were always my private time during the Summers when I was growing
up," James said. "I would wake up around six, and then go to the pool to
swim. My father was a competitive swimmer in college. My grandfather had an
olympic length lap pool install when father was in kid and showed an
interest in swimming."

James then looked out the window, and said, "Swimming was one of the few
things I and my father ever did together. He actually taught me to swim,
and even when we were the most pissed at each other, we could get in our
own lanes and swim."

"You swim!?" Weston asked.

"Wait," James said a bit perturbed, "I just share something personal and
what you got from it was I can swim."

"Oh buddy, I am so sorry. That was insensitive and selfish of me. It's
just, that I am joining the swimming team this year. Mr. Knopf is the swim
coach and he is trying to rebuild the swim team after everyone either
graduated or quit last year." The old coach was an ass, and had run the
program into the ground. So he was forced to move on, and the school hired
a new P.E. teacher and swim coach.

"Yeah, Ferguson was an ass. I almost went out for swimming my freshman
year, then I learned he was the coach and I crossed my name off the signup
list. He'd been giving me shit all the time in P.E. and there was no way I
was going to swim for him. Why didn't you go out for swimming before now?"

"I really needed an off-season between football and lacrosse to work on my
grades, and I thought Ferguson was an ass as well. Besides, I am not that
great of swimmer. I only got into swimming as a kid because Marcus was on a
swim team. It was a sport that we could do together."

"So why go out now?" James asked.

"Well, I will be reporting for what the Academy calls Plebe Summer in June,
it's like the Academy bootcamp, and I want to polish up my swimming
skills. Also, I really like Coach Knopf and want to help him get the
program back in shape. So, after classes today, we're going to find out how
good of swimmer your really are."

"What!?"

"I told Knopf I would help him find some swimmers, and you're now drafted."

"Hey buddy, in case you didn't know, we are now all-volunteer."

"Yes, and I volunteered you. Come on, you can at least show me what you
got. Please."

"Only if you can talk your roommate Malik into trying out."

"Malik is a swimmer?"

"No, a diver. Well actually he is a tumbler, and last summer a number of
the nerds got together for a swim party. Malik was a star on the diving
board. He is fearless and has amazing control of his body. I'm pretty sure
he could be turned into a respectable diver."

So it was that after classes James,Weston, and Malik met Coach Knopf at the
pool. Malik was the first to show his skills. While he didn't know the
dives, Malik had all the skills, somersault twists, backflips, and to top
it off he was a quick learner."

Knopf was very happy with Malik. He had no divers and even if Malik could
only do the basic dives he would put up some points in duels. Next it was
James turn.

Knopf asked, "What do you see yourself swimming: sprint, distance?"

"I prefer distance," James said.

"Do you want to try the 500 yard freestyle. That's 20 lengths of the pool."

"Sure, I can try that," James said trying hard not to smile.

James was wearing board shorts, and Weston asked, "Don't you have something
less baggy to wear? Those shorts are going to be a drag."

"I tried on my speedo, but it was too small. At home, I usually just swim
naked."

"We're all guys, Weston said. James shrugged and stripped out of his
shorts.

"Damn Spangler," Malik said, "is obvious now why you speedo wouldn't fit."

Weston added, "Apparently when they were hanging out dicks, Spangler didn't
realize he was standing in the horse line."

There was some serious laughter, and James just smiled. Finally, James got
on the starting block, and Knopf said, "on your mark...get set..." and the
starter gun fired. James exploded from the blocks and swam under water a
third of the length of the pool, then when he did a flip turn rather than a
touch turn, Knopf's started to get excited. As Knopf called out to splits,
Weston began to realize this could be big.

When James hit the wall to finish his last lap, Knopf looked at his
stopwatch in disbelief. James pulled himself out of the water and lay on
his back taking deep breaths. Weston grabbed a towel and said, "Geez
Spangler, have a little modesty," as he threw it over James' cock and
balls.

"I'm too winded to give a shit. I can't believe how out of shape I
am. James Sr. would have kicked my ass if we were racing."

"Who's James Sr.?" Malik asked.

"My asshole of a father," James said. "We are not on the best of terms, and
one of the few things we ever do together is swim, which usually turns into
some kind of race to see who is best."

"Spangler," Coach Knopf yelled, "your time was 4:57.11."

"Sorry, Coach," James said, "I just seem to be out of shape. I'm sure I can
get better."

Knopf smiled, "Shit, that time would have put you in the top ten at last
years State Finals. A little time in the weight room and you will be in the
medals." Knopf looked at Weston, Malik, and James, and said, "You three
have just put this team into contention for League."

When they got back to the dorm, Weston opened the door to James' and
Brock's room without knocking and walked right in.

"What the...." Brock yelled. He was standing in the middle of the room
drying himself and wasn't expecting company.

"Champlain," Weston said, "nobody gives too shits about your teenie
weenie. Besides none of have our binoculars."

"Damn it," Brock yelled, "I don't have small penis."

"Wow, someone is sensitive today."

"Sorry, I guess the game tomorrow has me a bit on edge."

"I get it," Weston said. "However, I have news. I want to introduce you to
Mill Brook's newest jocks, James and Malik."

"Really?"

"Yes, known for swimming long distances at incredible speed, meet James
`the Orca' Spangler; and renowned for arial acrobatic twists and
somersaults, I presents Malik `the Dolphin Masood."

"That's great," James said. "After last season's debacle, the swim program
can use all the help it can get."

After Weston and Malik left, Brock pick James up and gave him a kiss.

"Ouch," James said. "I haven't swam like that since this Summer, and I am a
bit sore."

"Ly down and let me give you a massage," Brock said. "You've give me enough
lately, so I think I owe you."

"You know what else you owe me?"

"What?"

"A fuck."

"How do you want it?"

"The massage, deep and hard. The fuck, long and sensual."

Brock gave James just what he asked for. It seemed every time Brock topped
he had some new twist to add, and it just drove James wild. It was like
Brock could read James' mind and knew what he needed to achieve the most
intense orgasms. Brock was proof of the old adage, it's not the size of the
boat, it's the motion of the ocean that matters."

After Brock dumped his second load deep in side him, James stared to get
up. Brock grabbed him and said, "Where are you going?"

"If you must know, to do a little clean up. I love your cum, I love the
taste of it, I love the smell of it, and I love the feel of it shooting
into my ass. However, I am not into having it drip out of me all night then
rolling over into a cold puddle of jizz. I'm sorry, that's not the romantic
image of sex anyone ever mentions."

Brock laughed, "I know, but it's the reality when you decide to do more
than fuck and run. Let me join you for that shower; then, we can cuddle up
and sleep in your bed. We can have the fucking bed, and the sleeping bed."

"That works for me, but I don't think that when one of our friends sits on
you bed you should tell him he's sitting on the fucking bed."

"True, Kip and Weston wouldn't give a fig, but it would freak Lance out so
bad he might just end up burning his pants and underwear."

"Yeah, Lance has come a long way," James said, "but thinking about to guys
fucking each other's brains out might just be too much for him to handle."

After showering and bushing their teeth, James and Brock cuddled up in
James' bed with James using Brock's chest for a pillow. James said "Gobble,
gobble," and Brock returned it. James marveled at how quickly sleeping with
Brock had become so comfortable and so normal. His feel, his warmth, his
smell were the most satisfying and relaxing thing James could imagine. In
Brock's arms was were James knew he belonged.

Saturday morning, seemed to roll around sooner than normal. This time it
was Brock who was up early. The game championship game was at 2:00 and the
coach had scheduled the morning to get his team's minds focused on the
game. At 9:00, the team would have breakfast with any parents that wanted
to join them. Coach Montoya wanted to give the team plenty of time for
their food to settle before the game. Brock's parents had driven up the
night before and were going to be at the breakfast.

Julia and Sydney were picking James up at nine o'clock for breakfast and a
family meeting, which James was trying hard not to think about. He had no
idea what the meeting was about, but he was sure it involved crap he didn't
want to hear.

When James heard the shower turn off, he got out of bed and walked into the
bathroom. Brock was using both hands to dry his hair, and the sight of his
hairy armpits was a turn on to James who reached out grabbed Brock's cock
and then licked his right nipple.

"Oh, fuuck," moaned Brock, "You're going to get my all boned up before I
have to eat sausage and pancakes with my parents."

James continued to hold the now hardening cock as he gave Brock a
kiss. Then James said, "Score a couple of goals for me today, and you will
also be scoring something special tonight."  James then gave Brock a couple
of firm strokes causing Brock to nearly cum.

"Fuck, I am so horny right now."

"Good, a little desperation will sharpen your game," James said as he
stepped into the shower. Brock started to follow, but James put his hand on
Brock's chest and said, "No, no, first the win, then the fun." Brock again
moaned.

When James finished his shower, Brock was already dressed and ready to
leave. The coach told the team to wear their Brookies to the breakfast, and
did Brock ever look hot in his. Brock was tall and handsome, and it had
been a while since his last hair cut, so the natural curl had returned
enhancing Brock's Ivy League preppy jock appearance. Now it was James who
didn't want to wait to satisfy his animal needs.

"How do I look," Brock asked.

"Hot and spicy, so get out of here before I lose control and rip your
clothes off of you to get to that sexy body of yours".

Brock smiled and gave James a kiss. Then went to breakfast. James wanted to
jack off so bad to relieve the tension, but figured he should be just as
desperate for a win as a Brock.

At breakfast, Julia and Sydney seemed to be avoiding the topic that
necessitated their meeting. Finally James said, "Mom, Aunt Sydney, you said
you needed to talk with me, but not we are spending time talking about
everything except what is so urgent it can't wait until I'm home in three
days."

Julia looked at Sydney, then took a deep breath and said, "It's your
father."

James got up to leave, and Julia said, in a tone James had never heard from
his mother, "Sit your stubborn ass back down."

James sat down, and in a petulant voice said, "Fine, what has JMP Sr. done
now."

"Your father has cancer," Julia said, "and the odds are not in his
favor. He and Courtney flew to Switzerland for an experimental treatment
yesterday. Before he left, he signed a document giving you medical and
legal power of attorney if he ends up unable to make decisions for
himself."

"What kind of cancer is it?" James asked.

"He has a brain tumor," Sydney said. "Depending on the course of treatment,
there is a significant chance he will live, but in a non-functioning
state."

"Why in the hell, would he chose me!" James said, getting emotional.

"Because, he has no one else," Sydney said, "He knows your mother and I
won't do it. Your mother won't do it because of their marital split, and I
won't do it because as big of an asshole as he's been, I still love him."

"So the bastard chose me because he thinks I can't kill him!"

"No," Julia said, "because he knows that no matter how much you hate him,
you also still love him and won't let him suffer."

"Fucking asshole," James said as tear began to well in his eyes. "I still
don't understand why you have to tell me this now."

"Because," Julia said, "as soon as the game is over, Sydney, I, and my
attorney are flying to Zurich. New York allows for a bifurcated
divorce. What that means is a judge can declare James and me single, while
the rest of the divorces is settled. That will allow both of us to remarry
immediately. Your father wants to marry Courtney before he loses the
ability to make decisions."

"What about the prenup? And, why can't Courtney be his power of attorney."

"The agreements reorganizing the company and redistributing shares made the
prenup meaningless," Sydney said. "In essence your father settled his
divorce and most of his estate when he signed the documents. All that
remains is the 10 percent of the company he retained, the mansion and its
possessions and his personal investments and property. I am the executor of
his will. You will get his shares in Pierce International, the mansion, and
any furnishing art, etc. he inherited with the mansion. When they are
married, Courtney will get his personal investments and the Summer house in
Maine."

"As for why Courtney can't his power of attorney," Julia said, "for the
same reason, Sydney and I can't. She can't make the hard decision if it
comes down to it."

James sat still for a while then said, "This was a shitty way to tell me
all of this," James said. "You knew if we were in a public place, I
couldn't scream and vent."

Julia and Sydney looked at each other then in unison said, "We're sorry."

James smiled and said, "I love you two too much to hold a grudge. You're
forgiven; however, I have three more questions, well actually I have a ton
of questions, but three I want answers to now. The first is when does my
father get this procedure."

"On Tuesday," Sydney said, "they are going to do an exploratory surgery to
map the tumor and get biopsies. There is considerable risk to that
procedure. If the tumor is what they think it is, they plan to operate
after the first of the year. That will give James and Courtney some time
together before the really risky surgery. When I talked to your father, he
is hoping that you and I will go to Zurich for a few days the week before
Christmas."

"Tell him, if I decide to see him, I may have a friend with me. If that's a
problem, then..."

"I already told him," Sydney said, "and he is fine with that. Actually, he
would like to meet Brock."

James was a bit taken back that his father wanted to meet Brock, but soon
was ready to ask his second question. "Is this tumor the reason my father
didn't put up more of a fight about losing control of the company?"

"Neither Sydney or I knew about the tumor," Julia said, "but we think
so. We have learned that it was your father's attorneys that insisted on
you getting 40 percent of his company stocks. He wasn't happy, but he also
didn't fight like we expected. We thought it was because he knew he was
caught, but now maybe....I don't know....maybe he just didn't want to spend
the energy."

"Okay, my last question. When are you two getting married?"

"Why do you think we are getting married?" Julia asked.

"Because, the ring Aunt Sydney is wearing was given to you by Grandmother
Spangler, and I'm pretty sure the ring you are wearing is the same ring
Grandmother Pierce is wearing in the portrait of her and grandfather
hanging in the library at the mansion. My guess is Sydney got grandmother's
jewelry."

Julia looked at Sydney and said, "He doesn't miss much." Then she said to
James, "We are planning a civil ceremony on Valentine's Day."

"Am I invited?" James asked.

"Of course," Julia said, "We were hoping you'd give the brides away."

At the game, James sat with his friends and Julia and Sydney sat with the
Champlains. James decide he wasn't going to dwell on the news about his
father, and he for sure was not going to say anything to Brock or any of
his new friends. He didn't need sympathy over a man who'd for the last ten
years been a father in name only. Besides, he'd have plenty of time to
think about it over Thanksgiving.

The game was a good distraction. As expected, the team the Trojans face was
much tougher than the team they played in the semifinals. The enemy also
understood that the only chance they had to beat Mill Brook was to shut
Brock down, which they did in the first half. The Trojans went into the
locker room down 2-1. The only score for Mill Brook came when Lance broke
from mid-field with the ball and managed to get the ball to Kip who scored.

Coming out of the locker room to start the second half, James could see the
determination on Brock's face. Brock was a true competitor and the
possibility of losing never entered his mind; for Brock the only question
was how his team were going to win, or more importantly what he had to do
to get his team the win.

The Trojans got the ball to start the game and immediately went on the
attack. Obviously, Montoya had spotted a weakness in the opponents defense
and the Trojans exploited it. A quick fake freed Brock and Kip got him the
ball in stride, Brock beat the last defender, froze the goalie, and buried
the ball in the back of the net. The game was tied, but the opposition made
defensive adjustments and again kept Brock from getting the ball. The game
came down to a Trojan corner kick in the last minute of the game. Kip
normally took the corner kicks, but suddenly Kip and Lance dropped into the
box and the opposition wasn't sure what what going on, and before they got
a chance to sort things out, Brock kicked the ball in high curving arch
that curled into the far corner of the net. The Trojans quickly
transitioned into a pressure defense and never gave the opponents a chance
to get off another shot on goal.

The team mobbed Brock in celebration. The second half of the season his leg
was golden, and everyone knew it. Of course, James was bursting with pride
in his boyfriend's success. There really was no question that Brock was the
tournament MVP.

James was so excited he started toward the field, when Michael grabbed
James' arm and whispered in his ear, "Unfriendly photographer on the
field." James looked who Michael was indicating and recognized the guy.

"I think he's been following me and Brock. I've seen him around campus and
town."

"He freelances for the Post and Enquirer as well as a couple of legit
publications," Michael said. "He could be up here shooting the game. There
are a lot of New York boys on this team, but I wouldn't count on it."

James stayed with Michael in the stands, and when Brock waved for James to
come down to the field, Michael noted that the photographer was trying to
identify who he was waving to.

"Go say goodbye to your mother and aunt, then go back to your dorm,"
Michael said, "Brent and I have a little puzzle to solve."

James did as Michael said. When he was saying goodbye to his mother and
Sydney, James also told them about the photographer and they agreed to be
on the lookout as well.

Back at the dorm, James wasn't so sure what to do. Then for some reason, he
decided to sent his father a text, "Joined the Mill Brook swim team." James
then started reading `The Catcher in the Rye' for AP English.

About an hour later, Brock walked into the room looking a bit perturbed,
and asked, "Where did you go. I thought you'd come celebrate with me and
the team."

"I wanted to, but..." and James explained about the photographer.

Brock's expression softened and he said, " I get it. That probably would
have been bad. I was all ready to plant a big full-on kiss on you. I keep
forgetting that you aren't some ordinary guy."

James kissed, Brock and then said, "I would have loved that kiss, and you
don't know how good it makes me feel that you see me as just one of the
guys. I am so sorry that we have to be on the DL because of the
company. You don't know how much I want to stand on my balcony in New York
and yell: Brock Champlain is my boyfriend, and he is the sexiest stud in
the world. P.S. His cock is perfect."

Brock laughed, then said, "You could yell that from your balcony and no one
would hear it. However, I like that part about the perfect cock."

"Well, I think it is time you put it to its most noble use."

There was a knock at the door and both boys said "damn" at the same time.

When James opened the door, it was Michael. He said, "Good, you're still
dressed. Brent and I would like you two go somewhere public. We want to see
if this photographer follows.

"Sure," Brook said, "We haven't had supper yet, and my boyfriend was just
about ready to suggest we go out and celebrate my two goals."

James smiled and said, "How about House of Pizza."

"That's a great place," Michael said. "If he shows up there, it's not a
coincidence. When you get there, just do what you normally do when out with
friends. Brent and I will take care of the rest."

When they got to House of Pizza, it was still early, and there wasn't a
crowd. So James and Brock grabbed an out of the way table. The conversation
was for the most part about the game, the coming holiday, and the English
essay due on Monday. While they talked, James did notice Michael was
keeping a close eye on the photographer.

The photographer didn't have a camera in the pizzeria, but seemed to be
using the camera in his phone to snap an occasional photo, maybe even take
a video. If guy was looking for a kiss, or handholding, or any other signs
of affection, it was a disappointing evening. After eating, James picked up
the check, and the boys left. As they drove out of the House of Pizza
parking lot, James did notice one car seemed to have four flat tires.

When James and Brock got back to their dorm, there was a party going on to
celebrate the State Championship.

Gilbert Hall was three stories, and originally the top story was supposed
to be a faculty salon where the teachers could gather to share ideas and
socialize. However, the building's original heating system was inadequate
to heat the space, and a shortage of fund prevented any thing but a basic
finish to the walls. So, the space went largely unused beyond a storeroom
for outdated relics of the schools past, and the occasional rendezvous for
an illicit relationship. However, that night determined boys had hauled
cases of beer and ice chests up three flights of stairs. It didn't take
much persuasion to convince Brock and James to join the party.

The party went until one in the morning, when Mr. Gregg sent a text to Kip
saying, "Your time is up. Any longer will cost another bottle of The
Glenlivet. So the party broke up. Fortunately no boys broke their necks
stumbling down the narrow back stairs of Gilbert Hall and back to their own
dorms.

When James and Brock finally got back to their room. James began stripping
the clothes off of Brock. As it turns out, Brock is a silly drunk and
couldn't stop laughing. Everything seem to be funny. However, James
eventually got the clothes off of them.

"Now what?" Brock asked.

"Now you fuck me."

Brock started laughing, and said, "I don't think I can. I think the
Brockster is a bit too intoxicated to rise to the occasion."

James said, "Little Jimmy seems to be in the same boat."

"So what are we going to do?"

"We're going to sleep well, and in the morning, we are going to fuck like
two horny teenage studs. Gobble, gobble."

"Gobble, gobble," Brock replied.

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