Date: Wed, 1 Apr 2015 20:48:15 -0400
From: David-Aidan Mackey <damackeynyc@gmail.com>
Subject: Speech Debate Sex and More: Part 12: Carrot or Stick? Yes, Please

Hello Nifty Readers! Apologies that this chapter took a little longer than
expected. As you can see, the chapters are actually getting longer and
longer each time.  There are still more chapters on the way.....and a
possibility of a side line extension once this main series comes to a
close. Fingers crossed!


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Carrot or Stick? Yes, Please.

By D A Mackey




	For a lot of people, maybe even most people, the week of Final
Examinations is full of late night study sessions, Red Bull, espresso and
stress fueled panic attacks complete with existential melt downs.  For me,
it was like closure: a sweet and easy goodbye to a course and a teacher who
had helped me expand my horizons just a little bit more. Or, if they
hadn't, and I had been bored and coasting or worse, completely uninspired,
then it was a lovely "Dear John" letter to end the torment and make a clean
break.

	I floated about without a care in the world. At least not an
academic one. This was my final Finals week and I wanted to make sure I
remembered it. It signaled the end of a very significant portion of my life
to that point and the changes I had gone through to get there.  I pushed
the other hypotheticals that buzzed around this transitionary time to the
back of my mind.

	What would happen to Daniel and I, what the summer might hold in
store, and our futures,...I did not want to think on that. Not yet. This
week was special to me for a different reason, reminding me where I came
from and the person I still was inside, keeping me grounded as the rest of
my life swirled in semi-organized chaos.

	I was in one of my daydreaming modes, having just handed in my
final exam to Dr. Plarston. I was going to miss her after graduation, but
she had given me her personal email address in case I wanted to keep in
touch in college. I was lost in a fantasy of my future educators, men and
women I had yet to meet, when a 200 lb boulder of man flesh crashed into me
from behind.

	The breath was squeezed from my body like I was an old balloon and
I swear I could hear my ribs creak when Ian gathered me up into a crushing
bear hug.  My feet dangled uselessly half a foot above the ground and he
shook me from side to side like a dog with a chew toy until I got dizzy.

	"Put me down, jack ass! You're gonna kill me!" I croaked, hoping he
could hear me as the darkness crept in on the edges of my vision.

	As quickly as it started, it was over and I gulped air into my
lungs with audible gasps.

	"Dude!" Ian exclaimed, "You are the absolute best!"

	"Thanks," I replied, unsure what he was driving at. "I know that
already, but it's always good to hear."

	I winked at him and he favored me with a broad smile and a punch to
my shoulder that sent me reeling backwards. He steadied me with one massive
arm and a blush that said he still wasn't always aware of his own strength.

	"I just finished my US History final," he continued, "and I think I
blew that mother fucker out of the water! At least, I knew most of the
answers right off the bat."

	I smiled at him with genuine happiness. I hadn't done much to
improve his academic efforts. Not really. Just a few pointers here and
there about study techniques and ways to remember things for taking tests.
It seemed as if my meager efforts had paid off for him. I was thrilled to
have provided some minor assistance.

	"I'm glad to hear it, Ian," I said and did my best to return his
friendly punch to the arm, but with little effect.  As I watched Ian's
joyous expression begin to return to normal, I saw something from the
corner of my eye that caught my attention.

	The annex with its cadre of small benches and big lush trees was
filled with students milling about between tests. At one of the benches,
the one closest to my favorite reading tree, sat a familiar figure.

	"I'll see you later today, Ian. I have to go, okay?" I said to the
big wall of man that stood between me and my next task.  Ian turned and
followed my line of sight.

	"Be careful," he cautioned, understanding what I was about to do
without me saying it outright. "I'll see you later. Text me if you need
me."

	I nodded and gathered myself.

	I stood behind the seated figure for a moment, taking deep breaths
and steadying my nerves before I spoke.

	"Hi," I said quietly, "mind if I join you?"

	Amy looked up at me from her crossed-legged seat on the bench. Her
eyes were wide and I realized immediately that I was not going to get
anywhere, even with the best of intentions.

	Her face twisted in such a way as to actually mar her physical
perfection. I didn't think it was possible, but the hatred I read on her
features finally made her appear ugly for the first time in my memory. Her
arched brows drew down and her mouth became a thin, pinched line slashing
across her face. Her knuckles were white as she clenched the leather strap
of her handbag to her lap as if it were a life preserver; not for her, but
rather for me. If not for the crowd of people around us, none of whom were
paying her any attention, I would wager that she would have launched
herself at me and torn me limb from limb with her bare hands. Manicure be
damned.

	When she spoke, it was through teeth clenched so hard that I
imagined I could hear them creaking under the pressure.

	"Get the fuck away from me."

	There was no doubt that she wanted to do me harm. Real, physical,
lasting damage. Her voice was pure murder. I suddenly wished that I hadn't
approached her alone like that, that I had asked Ian to remain behind the
tree and on high alert in case she decided to put her previously threatened
machinations into real world practice.

	I was just beginning to formulate a response, plan a way to get out
of there as fast as possible and reassess the situation when Amy's eyes
went wide once more and her face drained of color, even through the
makeup. She stared past my shoulder.

	"Hey!" Katy chirped behind me. I turned and saw the reason that Amy
had been so thoroughly cowed.

	"Hi, Katy," I replied.  She smiled at me, one graceful hand resting
easily on my shoulder. I watched her face transform just as quickly as
Amy's had. She looked like nothing so much as a very stern mother figure
getting ready to lay down the law.

	"People are speaking, Amy. Don't you have somewhere to be?"

	Amy's mouth hung open and her jaw worked silently. I thought I saw
her eyes begin to moisten with what I could not bring myself to believe
were tears.

	Amy didn't cry. I barely believed she was human, so she COULDN'T
cry. But she wore a look that I recognized immediately. I had worn it
myself. Many times.  The irony was I had usually worn that look BECAUSE of
Amy.

	But there was no Daniel to come to her aid. No Ian or baseball team
to back her up. Not even her army of minions to support her. That was all
gone for her now.  I know, logically, that she brought it all on
herself. She well and truly deserved what was coming to her. Unlike me and
the countless other tormented souls on the bottom of the social hierarchy
who were treated with impunity for simply existing, Amy had actually
accrued the malice that now rained down upon her.  But, I still couldn't
help feeling a little bit sorry for her.  Only a little.

	Amy gathered her bag without a rebuttal and stalked off towards the
main building. Just like that, Katy was her usually smiling self. It was
beyond strange to NOT be on the receiving end of a popular smack down. I
felt like I had just watched a lioness turn on and dismember a decrepit
former ruler, put her out of her misery for the good of the pack. It was
heartless and cruel in a way, but it was the way of the world, both in the
animal kingdom and most especially in high school.  Which of the two was
more "human" is up for debate.

	"Are you excited for the last home game?" Katy asked, Amy totally
forgotten, no hint of remorse or pity for her former mistress even grazing
the edge of her voice. "Everyone is going to be there!"

	"Of course," I said quietly, doing my best to keep my conflicted
emotions to myself for the time being. "It's going to be a great game, I'm
sure."

	Katy leaned close and put her lips next to my ear.

	"Try and keep your hands to yourself until the game's done okay? We
can't have our star player distracted."

	She winked one mascaraed eye at me and promptly sashayed away
towards the senior parking lot, leaving me a little slack jawed myself. And
even more conflicted.

	Katy had not been exaggerating when she said everyone was going to
be at the final home game.

	Our normal audience (yes, I realize that a sports event does not
usually call its' spectators an audience, but everything is at least a
little bit of theater when you get right down to it) was more than tripled
from the 30-40 we normally expected to well over 100 students, teachers,
administrators, parents, and friends crowding the aluminum bleachers. I
smiled to see that Dr. Plartston even sat demurely on a seat between the
Upper School Headmaster and Coach B. Unless I missed my guess, Coach B's
leg came into contact with Dr. Plarstons' more often than was absolutely
necessary.

	After all, it was late Spring; the birds and the bees and all of
that.

	I felt a little sense of foreboding as the game started. This was
going to be the final time I would ever be here, doing this, sitting and
chatting with the young men who had inexplicably become my friends over the
past few months. I wondered, or rather assumed, that each and every one of
them had gone through this end of the season transition countless times
before, so the effect was much reduced for them. But for me, this would be
the first time that something I had participated in with a group, came to a
close.  I wasn't exactly sure how to respond, or even if the situation
demanded a response at all.

	I actually contemplated buying a little autograph book and having
all the team members sign it for me.  But, thankfully, I thought better of
it and decided a simple masculine handshake and a hope for continued
friendship would suffice.  That's what people did in these situations,
right? No emotional outpourings or sincere showings of true feelings.  That
just wasn't done.

	Apparently, High School sports are at least somewhat of a rigged or
choreographed spectacle. This was the final game of the season and a send
off for a large chunk of the team as they headed into college. They wanted
to go out on a bang, so to speak.

	Thus, Coach B had arranged for the opposing team to be a rather
underfunded, brand new, 2-22 team.  Most of the guys that lined up to shake
our hands before the game began wouldn't need to shave more than once a
month. Their largest and most developed player would just barely give me a
run for my money, and I'd never swung a baseball bat in my life.  The fact
that Coach B felt that he didn't even need to stay with the team to coach
the game, but rather sat in the stands with Dr. Plarston spoke volumes of
what he thought of the other teams' chances.

	Daniel got to pitch a few innings as well as take a turn at
shortstop. Watching Daniel in his tight white baseball pants lift his leg
and hurl that ball towards the terrified freshman at home plate stirred
something in me. I had to remember Katy's advice and struggled to keep my
hands to myself.

	Ian, however, followed no such logic. He smashed an over-the-fence
home run in the fifth inning and, after his victory lap and fist pumping
machismo, returned to the dugout where he promptly slapped my ass so hard
that my feet left the ground; I yelped like a puppy who just got his tail
stepped on.

	We won the game handily and I completed filling out the stats sheet
I was charged to keep before the final runner had crossed home plate.  I
handed the sheet to the assistant coach and took my seat on the dugout
bench while the rest of the team lined up single file for the "good game"
handshake that was customary.

	"Get up, dude," Ian commanded from outside, his body far and away
the largest in the long line of athletes.  "You're a part of this team
too. Get out here and shake some hands."

	I had never taken part in this ritual with them previously. When
our games ended, I always just began my duties of packing up the equipment
and tidying up the dugout while my teammates completed the ceremony.

	Daniel looked at me and smiled broadly. He jerked his head and
motioned for me to come and join them. I rose and walked towards him, still
unsure of my place in all of this, or if it was really okay for me to be
there. I stood in front of Daniel and behind Ian near the back of the line
with the rest of the Senior players. Paul and Gordon were last in line.  I
felt Daniel's fingers on my shoulders, his strong grip kneading the tension
and unease from my muscles. He leaned forward and placed his lips close to
my ear.

	"Don't worry babe. Just breathe. It's alright. You deserve to be
here."

	Before I could stop myself, before I thought of the possible
ramifications, I felt my hand rise and grasp Daniel's own on my left
shoulder, squeezing him tightly in my fingers.

	"Thanks," I whispered, struggling to control the ever growing mass
of emotions that swirled inside me.

	An above average intellect does nothing to prepare you for the
undulating sea of hormones and feelings that growing up can sometimes be.
In fact, now that I think about it, intellect may actually be a hinderance.

	"You two sure have gotten close since Prom," Tall Paul quipped
jovially from just behind Daniel.

	Ian burst out laughing, a raucous and booming chuckle that drew
eyes even from the still cheering crowd behind the chain link fence.

	"Dude, you need to get your eyes checked," Ian shot over his
shoulder, shaking his head in disbelief at Paul's apparent obliviousness.

	Daniel and I turned to look at Paul and Gordon who exchanged
confused and bewildered looks. To his credit, Daniel's hand never left my
shoulders until the first player of the opposing team held out their palm
to him.

	The final walk to the locker room was a clouded mixture of elation
tinged with the sadness of an ending. Jokes and jockeying were exchanged
all around, of course, but the light hearted boyishness that usually
pervaded the air after a game was lessened.

	For my part, I began to shelve the bags of bats and balls and
clipboards as I normally did. I took my time now, trying to remember the
feel of everything, the smell, the detail of the mesh bags beneath my
finger tips and the plywood storage shelves I threw them onto.  I doubted I
would ever have the opportunity to do something like this again. Though it
was never something I had ever thought I would do in the first place, it
was amazing how quickly it had become almost precious to me.

	I wasn't used to endings like this. The closest thing I could
compare it to was that sinking feeling I got when I finished a really
engaging novel, turned the last page and had to say goodbye to the
characters and plot lines I had grown so fond of as they came to life in my
head. But even that kind of ending was different; that literary sadness was
tempered by the knowledge that I could always turn to the first page once
more and find myself right back there, in their world, part of their
life. There was no turning back to the beginning now.  This book, this
chapter, this piece of my life was coming to an end; when that back cover
slid shut, there would be nothing left but memory for me to relive.

	If you ever find yourself in a place like that, where you KNOW for
certain that this is the last of something, do your best to burn it into
your heart, for it can keep you company and warm your soul in the darkest
of times.

	"Get in the shower, Mr. Manager," Gordon's voice suddenly slurred
from the doorway to my storage closet, shaking me from my rather dark
internal philosophical musings.

	He had a length of white towel wrapped around his waist but was
otherwise naked. Even in my heightened state of emotional conflict, my eyes
traveled over his smooth and toned torso, slid down to the outline of his
average cock beneath the terry cloth.

	"Hmm?" I asked, raising my eyes so as to not stare. Well, not for
too long.

	I'm only human, after all, and a gay one at that. Anyone with
working eyesight would stare.

	"Come on! Don't be shy. We've all got one. Plus we've already seen
yours," Tall Paul added, his head popping into view above Gordon's
shoulder, a smile on his pale and newly-freckled face. The warmer weather
and increase in sun exposure was not easy on men of Irish descent like him.

	"You guys go on. You're the one's who got all sweaty."

	"Don't sell yourself short," Gordon admonished lightly. "Math and
stats and filling in paperwork is sweaty work too. Come on. It's just us
Seniors."

	Paul and Gordon both looked at me with open, questioning eyes. They
weren't eager for me to join them for any nefarious or even remotely sexual
purposes.  I got the distinct impression that they actually wanted me there
because they truly felt I belonged.  I felt my throat clench and my chest
tighten, the sincerity of their overture hitting me harder than I would
have anticipated.

	So I nodded, flipped the light switch to the storage room, closed
the door behind me for what I guessed would be the last time and followed
my friends down the hall towards the already steam filled Shower Room.

	Paul and Gordon dropped their towels and headed to their respective
shower heads without stopping to see if I followed. Though I had seen the
guys in the shower many times before, it was still a bit of a surprise to
have that much taut and tantalizing man flesh on such ready display. Like
stepping into a real life wet dream.

	Paul twisted under the stream of hot water and turned to urge me to
join them beneath the spray with a jerk of his head. I did my best not to
watch his long, thin cock dangling between his lean thighs. I had no such
luck with Daniel.

	He was in the middle of the group, Paul and Gordon to his left, and
Ian to his right. Like the Sun beside a flashlight, he was all my eyes
could truly see.  He was facing me, his black hair pushed back from his
face and glistening like ebony silk. His beautiful brown eyes drank me in,
standing in the doorway, still in my uniform. He raised his eyebrows and
his face took on a air of lust and starvation.

	I kicked off my baseball shoes and stripped my socks from my feet,
uncaring where they landed or even if they got wet. I wouldn't be needing
them any time soon anyhow. I kept my eyes on Daniel while the other guys
chatted and washed themselves as if we didn't exist.

	I fumbled with the button of my pants, unzipped them and pushed
them to the floor. I watched Daniel's eyes follow them as I stepped out,
shivered a bit as his gaze traveled up my calves, my pale thighs, and came
to rest on the bulge in my white jock strap. I grabbed myself and pushed my
cock and balls towards him a little, loving the way his pupils widened.

	My shirt followed quickly after and finally, I pushed my jock to my
ankles and took a step towards the shower. How many times had we been here
before, the two of us? Naked together in this very shower, the rest of the
world a forgotten blur outside the tiled walls?

	The tip of Daniel's tongue traveled across his bottom lip and I
felt my skin tighten in goosebumps. My body seemed to recognize our
surroundings, wanted to commence with what it normally did when it was
here, in this room with Daniel.

	The little rivers of soapy water that flowed across Daniel's hairy
chest reminded me of watching my own cum drizzle slowly over him. I felt my
cock twitch. Daniel's dark brown nipples stood out, hard and erect on his
rounded pecs, and my mouth watered, my teeth wanting to bite down on the
little nubs of skin and taste him on my tongue.

	His stomach tensed, each muscle suddenly becoming a distinct
rectangle, covered in soft black hair that joined like a river to flow down
the center of a valley, leading to the square forrest above his cock. His
shaft was thickening, the skin plumping a bit, the thick vein that ran
across the top pulsing slightly before my eyes. I watched a little more of
his foreskin pull back from his cock head, exposing it to the hot water as
his dick rose another centimeter towards full mast.

	The water shocked me when it hit my chest. I hadn't been paying
attention as I walked forward, only focusing on the man I loved displayed
in all of his erotic glory before me, like a Christmas feast I was
forbidden to touch. I sucked in my breath against the change in temperature
and my eyes fluttered closed, breaking my contact with Daniel.

	"Jesus Christ. I know I've seen your cock before, but still...God
Damn, Dude, that thing is massive!" Paul nearly giggled, his voice cracking
unusually at the end of his outburst, making his face flush red in an
instant.

	"Thanks," I replied meekly, letting the water run over my body. I
tugged at my cock a bit, since that was the current object of conversation
and felt it respond immediately, growing longer and thicker beneath my
hand. Daniel's own beautiful cock was already at half-mast, standing almost
horizontal but still arching gently towards the floor a bit.

	"It is impressive, isn't it," Ian added from behind Daniel.

	His head was full of shampoo and his arms were raised to his scalp,
his chest and back drawn up to form a hugely intimidating triangle of
strength. When you are that large and that well developed, there is little
that can shame you, certainly not your cock: Ian's average member was fully
hard and pointed straight at the ceiling, twitching slightly. Paul and
Gordon took no notice of it, or seemed not to; but I certainly did.

	I remember when I had taken that rigid shaved cock to the base and
sucked the cum from him until he trembled beneath my touch. The memory went
a long way in inflating my own dick.

	Daniel stared at my hardening cock openly, as did the others. His
cock bobbed and expanded in time with my own, growing harder by the second,
as if they could sense their mate close at hand.

	"It is very impressive," Daniel said languidly. Ian snorted from
behind him as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair, his cock still at
attention.

	"How do you even work with something that big?" Gordon asked. I
couldn't tell if he was genuinely curious or just trying to
instigate...something.

	But I didn't have time to formulate an answer before one was given
for me.

	"It's simple really," Daniel said.

	The hot water was as nothing to the jolt of pure white hot
electricity that rocketed through my body when Daniel's hand closed around
the base of my shaft and jerked me towards him, pulling my whole body
forward in a rush

	My chest thumped into his, my hips and painfully erect cock ground
roughly into his stomach. His free hand gripped the back of my neck and
pulled my open-mouthed face downward to meet his in a kiss that sent my
entire world hurtling into darkness.

	I don't know how long we stayed like that, Daniel's kiss freezing
me in place, my tongue following his in a lazy dance around my mouth. My
cock pulsed a small jet of precum that I felt slide across Daniel's firm,
hairy, stomach. His moan against my tender lips made it clear that he'd
felt it too.

	When he pulled back he was smiling at me as if we'd just won the
Nobel Prize, beaming with such love and joy that I was very nearly
overwhelmed.

	"Wow," Paul whispered, catching my attention. His eyes were wide
and he seemed frozen in place like I was.

	Ian laughed.

	"Seriously. Ditto. Wow." Gordon added, his voice for once not
slurred, but crisp and clear.

	"We're together," Daniel started.

	He pressed my body to his and slid his strong hands down my back
and rested them firmly on my ass, squeezing my cheeks gently. My eyes
fluttered a bit and I heard Daniel continue,

	"We have been for months now. Okay?"

	Silence.

	For moments that stretched on for weeks in my head, no one spoke.

	"He asked you a question, douchebags." Ian finally interjected, his
hands on his hips, his still rock hard cock pointing at Gordon and Paul
like a wagging finger of admonishment.

	"Yeah. Yeah. We got it." Paul and gordon tripped over themselves to
respond.

	I will never be sure if they answered because of Ian's imposing
physical form or because they actually got it. From the wide eyed
bewildered looks they still wore on their slack jawed faces, I doubted they
had fully processed the new information. But they hadn't run screaming in
terror from the shower either. So that was something to hold on to.

	"Well for my part," Ian said snidely but breaking any lingering
tension, "I don't think one little kiss and a grab on the ass is going to
prove it to me."

	Daniel's neck nearly snapped when he whipped his head around so
fast to face his teammate. Ian stared back innocently and winked. I knew
exactly what he was up to, and so did Daniel. I just hadn't expected him to
be so forward so soon and in front of the others.

	I was still trying to process Ian's overt dare when my shoulder
blades slammed into the cold wet tiles of the shower wall. Daniel's hands
were on my chest, pressing me backwards, pinning me where I stood. My eyes
were wide and rolled in absolute terror.

	What was he doing?  He looked at me, his fingers digging into my
skin lightly, pressing gently, letting me know that he was there, he was
supporting me. He brushed a gentle kiss against my quivering mouth,
momentarily stopping my fears, and then moved his lips to my ear.

	"It will be fine baby. Just watch me, and remember... I love you."

	Those final three words echoed in my head over and over again. It
felt like a dream, something that couldn't possibly be happening, not to
me.

	I watched Daniel's eyes slowly lower from my face, but he never
broke my gaze. One of his hands stayed on the middle of my chest, pressing
into me, feeling my heart beat racing at light speed. His other hand
gripped the base of my still rock hard cock.

	His tongue made contact with the tip of my prick and he flicked a
drop of precum from my slit. He took it into his mouth and tasted me. I
watched the light in his eyes crackle like a sparkler on the fourth of July
when my essence coated his tastebuds. I saw the fire ignite behind those
deep brown pools. As usual, he mesmerized me so that even Paul and Gordon
muttering, "holy shit," in tandem only just registered on the edge of my
consciousness.

	Daniel opened his mouth and I watched the pale pinkish skin of my
cock head outlined on his wide tongue and shivered again, for a much
different reason this time.

	He sucked me inside, closing his full soft lips around my girth and
moving his tongue in ever increasing swirls and flicks against my slit and
the super sensitive underside of my shaft.  He took his time and my body
shook beneath his tremendous efforts.

	He pushed a third of my length into his mouth and I felt his finger
nails raking into the skin of my chest, leaving small red furrows in their
wake, like a signature that named me his. My fingers, balled into fists
held tight at my side until that point, loosened; I moved my hand to the
back of his head, winding through his wet silken hair, urging him to
continue, go further, take all of me.

	Something about the semipublic spectacle, our friends and teammates
standing so near, ignited something in Daniel. He began bobbing along my
shaft quickly, taking more and more of me into his throat each time. I felt
my sensitive cock head press into the strong muscles of his throat and then
felt them loosen as my cock sank ever deeper into him. Soon, his hot breath
tickled my pubes and his throat muscles pulsed around my entire cock, now
engulfed inside him.

	"Oh fuck, yes, baby," I moaned.

	 My head fell back to the tiled wall and my eyes closed so I could
focus more on the intense pleasure he was giving me. He held me inside for
a few moment before pulling me out entirely so he could kiss and lick the
entire length of my shaft and take my aching balls into his warm wet mouth.
He pulled them both inside and rolled them on his tongue like dice. My
raging cock laid like some kind of massive scar across his perfect olive
skinned face, his beard hair tickling the underside. He moaned around his
full load and released me.

	"I want to taste your cum," he sighed lustfully.

	If I had been able to pay attention to anything other than the
beautiful man kneeling at my feet I would have seen Ian's, Paul's, and
Gordon's eyes go as wide as tea cups when they heard those words come from
Daniel's lips.

	I also could have seen that all three of them were erect and
leaking pre cum. Ian made no pretense and slowly stroked himself with one
massive hand as he watched his buddy get ready to take my cum into him.
Daniel's hands slipped down my sides and rested on my hips. He kissed the
base of my cock, where my hips met my plate and stared up at me with
longing.

	"Please?" He asked quietly.

	I nodded.

	He opened his mouth once more and took me inside, his cinnamon
colored eyes gleaming, his skin flushed and still glistening with a mixture
of water and the sweat from his effort on my shaft. I thrust forward and
felt him open as my cock disappeared into him.

	His hands reached around me and grabbed at my ass, kneading and
prodding at my muscles, pulling me forward so he could take more of me into
him. He urged me to guide my cock. I obliged.

	Slowly at first but with increasing speed I began to push my
hardness in and out of his mouth, watched as his lips accommodated my
girth, his eyes alight with pleasure.

	His fingers continued their work on my ass and one eventually found
its way to my hole. He pressed lightly and I felt my cock spew a large
blast of precum into Daniel, who took it gratefully with a loud moan.  I
nodded down at him, hoping he would understand what I wanted.

	He did.

	He pushed his thick finger slowly inside me, letting my ass get
used to the new invader, driving me onto my toes. He wiggled it inside me
and I knew this wouldn't last much longer.

	"Again...god, yes, Daniel....again!" I whined and grabbed onto his
hair roughly.

	I pushing his head further onto my crotch. His finger sank all the
way into me, to the final knuckle. Daniel's eyes were wild with lust when
my vision could focus enough to see them. My body writhed against his hand,
fucking myself on his one digit as he rapidly invaded my hole, in and out
in and out, each time arching his thick digit forward to brush my magic
button.

	"Ahhh...oh fuck...baby...I'm gonna cum...fuck, don't stop."

	His finger took on a blistering pace and I felt myself climbing
higher and higher, my muscles tensing on their own, my hole lost to a
firestorm of pounding pleasure. My fingers gripped Daniel's hair as tight
as I could. Daniel read the signs and pulled back from my cock to open his
mouth with about two inches of me still inside.

	Each blast of my cum that hit the back of his throat made him moan
loudly, echoing and bouncing from the tiled walls so that it seemed to rain
down on me from everywhere, auditory proof of his pleasure. In the midst of
my orgasm I thought I heard similar sounds come from the other boys arrayed
behind Daniel. By the fourth or fifth stream Daniel closed his lips over my
twitching member and held me inside him, gulping down my offering with
ease.

	My head spun and I found it difficult to catch my breath. Daniel
added to my pleasurable distress when he rose from his crouch to kiss me
deeply, pushing his tongue into my mouth with characteristic gusto. I
tasted my own seed, still coating his tongue, and my mind daze began anew.
Daniel's strong hand on the back of my neck stabilized me and kept me from
sinking to the ground on legs that refused to work properly.

	When his kiss ended and he pulled back from me, his fingers lightly
stroking the nape of my neck to reassure me, I stared into his eyes and saw
boyish glee and pleasure dance across their surface like shadows of soaring
birds over a calm lake.

	He pressed his forehead to mine and kissed me lightly, contentedly,
uncaring that the others witnessed our little moment of closeness.  The
warm breath of his contented sigh played like a summer breeze across my
skin. His still erect cock ground into my hips in small circles and my arms
encircled his waist without forethought, pulling his body closer into me.

	"See?" he whispered, "Nothing to worry about."

	"Holy...Jesus Christ!" Paul squeaked, his voice cracking once
again.

	Gordon stood at his side with his mouth hanging open. My vision was
just clearing enough to take in the three men who surrounded us and had
watched Daniel's display and my own eruption.

	Ian's cock twitched in the open air and a river of thick white goo
slid down his shaft, occasionally dripping to the floor in a viscous
stream. Gordon's prick was at attention and slick with precum while Paul
seemed to struggle to remain on his feet, his long thin cock pulsing to the
rhythm of his heart, a visible pool of his seed being washed down the drain
some two feet in front of him.

	"We're gonna leave you to it then," Ian said.

	No one moved.

	Ian cleared his throat and we all jerked to attention.

	"Right, guys? Off we go."

	He jerked his head and raised his eyebrows to indicate that the
other guys should exit the shower as quickly as possible.

	Paul and Gordon shuffled towards the exit but before they reached
it, while I was still in the middle of scoping out Paul's high, tight,
hairless ass, he turned.

	"Does this mean you guys are boyfriends now?"

	He seemed embarrassed by the question, and the word "boyfriends"
was awkward on his tongue. His eyes dropped to the floor the instant the
label left his mouth, unable to look at either Daniel or me. Daniel rolled
off of me and leaned against the wall at my side, his hand finding my own
and lacing his fingers through mine.

	"Don't worry about it. We're together and that's all that matters
right now. Just thought you should know is all."

	I marveled at his calm.

	He had just revealed something about himself and about US to his
friends that could very well have shifted the entire balance of their
relationship, thrown all of the past four years into an entirely new light
and effectively ended their friendship.  It very well still could. Paul and
Gordon were obviously processing all of the information and lack of
information, drawing conclusions and formulating questions I was sure they
would ask us later.  Thus far, the signs were positive, but one can never
know which way the winds will blow, only adjust the sails accordingly.

	"Do you still like girls?" Gordon asked sheepishly.

	His question was obviously meant for Daniel, though he didn't look
at either one of us. His still rigid cock gave me the hint that both Paul
and Gordon would eventually reconcile to this. I mean, their bodies
obviously had no problem with watching what had just happened.

	Daniel smirked a little and snorted a small laugh.

	"Maybe. Yes? No? I don't know, really. But it doesn't matter. I'm
with David now and as you can tell," he reached over and gently fondled my
softening cock, making my eyes go wide again and sending an ice cold shiver
down my spine, "he is most definitely NOT a girl. So it doesn't matter."

	Ian grabbed each of the two boys buy the shoulder, gave Daniel and
me a sly wink and a gentle lick of his lips, and lead the group from the
shower.

	I released a breath I felt like I had been holding inside since the
moment Daniel had kissed me in front of them.

	"What are you thinking?" Daniel asked softly, his hand still
holding mine but a hint of vacillating disquiet in his tone.

	I had gone with him on his seemingly reckless voyage of voyeurism
before our teammates, but I hadn't been in the driver's seat. Daniel had to
be wondering if I would be angry or upset with him for revealing us, though
we had made no real try at remaining hidden.

	"I'm thinking that you are amazing, and that I love you. And that
was one of the bravest things I've ever seen, not to mention one of the
best blow jobs you've ever given me."

	Daniel let out a raucous laugh and swung around to kiss me again.

	"If you liked that, you should see what else I can do," he added
coyly. "Come on, let's get going. We have the Baseball Banquet tonight
remember? We've got three hours to get home, get dressed, and get back.  I
need at least an hour of that for other things..."

	I can't remember another time I had been motivated to get dressed
that quickly in all my life.

	Luckily, Daniel had prepared and packed the clothes he needed to
wear for the Banquet before he came to school that morning.  We decided to
spend the intervening time at my house. My parents were gone to a
conference for the weekend and my little sister was staying with her
friend. She had decided that it was better to remain under someone else's
parental supervision and give up the freedom she could have enjoyed by
staying home in order to avoid having to acquiesce to my commands as the
older sibling left in charge.  Fine by me.

	Daniel helped me pick out an outfit for the evening that he laid
out on a chair: a pair of well fitting dark blue jeans that Daniel said
made my ass look good enough to eat, a white button down shirt with a
skinny black tie, and a grey sport coat that he had bought for me a few
weeks ago after a particularly enjoyable evening in which his toes had
curled so hard, his feet cramped for a full half hour.

	My mind wandered.

	It was a sure sign of my distracted thoughts that I paid little
attention to Daniel who lay on his stomach across my bed in his black jeans
and black suit jacket. He was, of course, perfection; I would be hard
pressed to decide wether I preferred to stare at his ass when it was
clothed in denim or displayed in all of its naked glory.

	I shuffled the note cards in my hand and paced back and forth in my
cramped room, wishing that we had chosen Daniel's larger domicile so I
could take more than two steps before I had to turn and pace in the
opposite direction.

	"You'll do fine, baby," Daniel said reassuringly from his prostrate
position. "You always do."

	"It's the Valedictorian speech!" I huffed. "They record it and send
copies to every student after graduation! I can't be just FINE!"

	My nerves were getting the better of me. I had received word only
24 hours previous that I had clenched the Valedictorian spot and would thus
be giving the speech at graduation in a few days. While my initial glee at
having beaten my rival nerd, Elizabeth, for the top honors hadn't
completely faded, the reality of my situation had begun to take effect.

	Sure, I was a member of the Debate team, but I hadn't had to speak
in front of people I KNEW, people who knew ME, and had spent the past four
years with me.  This was, as they say, a horse of a different color.  After
Daniel's show for the team in the showers a few hours ago, I wondered if
this would soon become a horse of rainbow colors. The fallout remained
uncertain.

	"If you wear your current ensemble I can assure you that no one
will even remember you spoke at all," Daniel said as he eyed me up and
down.

	He was right about that.  My outfit was still draped over my chair
and I paced my room in nothing but a pair of rather tight bright green
undies. I don't know why I hadn't thrown them out years ago, they were far
too small for me now. My bulge pulled so hard against the fabric that the
elastic at the legs left a 2 centimeter gap and didn't even touch the skin
of my thighs. Daniel stared at me hungrily.

	"You might not, but trust me everyone else will," I groaned.

	Daniel maneuvered himself off the bed to stand beside it. He caught
my shoulders between his arms as I made another whirling pass and stopped
my pacing.

	"Read me some," he said. "I'll do my best to listen and give you my
thoughts, if I can stop looking at you."

	His strong grip on my cock through my underwear coupled with a firm
kiss made me forget my fears for a moment. I cleared my throat and shuffled
my deck of note cards to the first one.

	"My fellow students, teachers, administrators, parents, and
friends," I began shakily. "We stand here today at the cusp of our
futures."

	Daniel's arm over my shoulder directed me towards my desk. I was
engrossed in the mediocre words I had written and barely noticed the change
in location until my thighs bumped into the wood.

	"Go on," he urged, "sounds good so far."

	"The past four years have taken us from our first bright day on
this campus, through the twists and turns of academic achievement."

	Daniel kissed the nape of my neck and the words blurred on the card
before me.

	"Baby," I sighed. "How am I supposed to concentrate on this speech
when you do that?"

	His hands were on my hips, his thumbs working their way underneath
the elastic of my undies.

	"You just read and let me worry about the rest." He kissed my neck
again.

	"We have all grown," I continued, "not just physically, but as
people. And this school helped us to do that."

	Daniel pushed my underwear below the curve of my ass and my cock
flopped out and landed with an audible thump onto the top of my desk. I
lost my concentration for a moment and had to struggle to regain it.

	"We have been shaped by the devotion of our teachers and their
unswerving diligeeeAAhhhhh oh, my god!"

	Daniel's tongue snaked a very light line down my lower back and
through the valley of my ass. I hadn't even heard him kneel behind me but
he pressed his face to my cheeks and buried himself between them. His
tongue darted over and around my hole, just teasing it lightly, not trying
to enter.

	Just as quickly as I felt him there, he disappeared.

	"See, if we can practice this and get you through the entire speech
while I...have some fun with you...then it should be a breeze when you
actually have to give it."

	His lips were pressed to my ear, his teeth clamping down lightly on
the tender skin. His body was pressed to my back and I arched my ass into
him by instinct, my eyes closing, brain igniting with passion.

	"Never gonna happen," I admitted.

	There was no way in hell I would ever be able to get through this
entire speech if Daniel was toying and twisting and tweaking my body.

	"Maybe not," he admitted, "but it's going to be a lot of fun
trying, huh?"

	He nipped at my ear again and my cock throbbed in response.

	"But right now, we gotta get you dressed and out the door. We have
30 minutes to get back for the banquet."

	My heart sank, realizing we didn't have time to continue what
Daniel had just hinted at. Not right now anyway. I had squandered what
little chance there had been with my nervous pacing and unnecessary
anxieties.  I sighed and nodded as I felt Daniel's body grow distant from
me to return to the bed. He sat on the edge placidly, hands folded in his
lap.

	I turned to look at him, my cock still hanging from my underwear.

	His eyes widened a bit. I saw my advantage and took it.

	"You sure I can't convince you to skip it?" I asked demurely,
grabbing my semi-hard cock and wagging it in his general direction.

	"Oh, you could convince me, I'm quite sure. But then you'd miss out
on my surprise," he said, barely concealing his obvious desire in his eyes.
His pants betrayed him, tenting out in front of him, the slimming black
doing little to hide what was lurking beneath.

	"Surprise?"

	Daniel nodded.

	"What surprise!?" I asked gleefully as I plopped myself down across
his lap, my arm going around his shoulder and giving him a peck on the
cheek.

	"You'll just have to wait and see, Beautiful."

	He turned my face to kiss me and I melted into him. I could feel
the hardening length of his shaft against the still bare skin of my exposed
ass, only one thin layer of black denim between me and an hour of ecstasy.
God, how I wanted to waste that hour with him!

	"Okay, I'll take your word for it."

	I leapt from his lap and started towards the clothes he had laid
out for me, stuffing my cock back into my too-small underwear in the
process.

	Daniel leaned back on his elbows and watched me dress, instructing
me to turn and show him my ensemble every few moments. I strongly believe
that he just wanted to check out my body in various states of undress, but
I didn't blame him then and I don't hold it against him now.  Not that I
was anything much to look at, not in comparison with him or Ian or even
Paul and Gordon. But Daniel had a way of making me feel like the most
perfect boy in the world, the most pristine and desired, the most
beautiful. Just when he looked at me.

	We were only 10 minutes late to the banquet. Daniel had spritzed a
bit of Calvin Klein Obsession cologne on his neck while we walked to the
car. That had ended with a make out session that very nearly derailed the
entire evening.  Something about that particular scent...  But we made it,
all the same.


	The banquet itself took place in the gym.

	Long folding tables were set up in an open rectangle right on the
basketball court, with the team taking the longest table under the
hoop. The bleachers had been pushed back and the entire gigantic room, much
too large for the rather small gathering, glowed under the huge dangling
fluorescent lamps.  The tables were covered with white table cloths and
arranged with blue and green accents. Folding chairs lined the outside ring
for the team and the spectators to sit and eat from the buffet table near
the entrance.

	I was struck by the difference between this gathering and the
swanky affair that had been Prom. The term "banquet" implied an English
Country Estate type atmosphere, at least to me. I was rather shocked to
find that the set up would not have been out of place for any Church Bazaar
on any given Sunday in any State below the Mason Dixon Line.

	Players and coaches, teachers and parents all milled about the room
at their ease, taking seats at the table to eat the barbecued chicken, corn
on the cob and cornbread offered as sustenance for the event.  I was glad
for the much more casual vibe, having just barely survived the more formal
prom setting.

	When Daniel and I entered, Ian greeted us almost immediately. He
was dressed smartly in a tailored suit, marking him as the most
well-dressed among the spectators who, like Daniel and I, wore some
combination of jeans or khakis with polos and button downs.

	"You guys look nice," Ian said casually, his red plastic cup
clenched easily in his massive fingers.

	"Thanks," we replied in tandem.

	"So," Daniel started, "how are Paul and Gordon taking things?"

	"Well enough," Ian said. "Neither talked much on the way to drop
them off, but they seem alright now. I don't think you have anything to
worry about."

	Daniel smiled at his friend, our friend, and clapped him on the
shoulder.

	"You've been really great with all of this. I can't tell you how
much I appreciate it."

	"We both do," I added.

	Ian shrugged.

	"Hell, hot sex is hot sex, right? Plus, the two of you are good
together. This one had a tendency to brood a bit and it could get fuckin'
annoying as hell before you came along," Ian joked and returned Daniel's
friendly clap on the shoulder.

	"He's sexy when he gets all dark and moody, though," I replied to a
round of light hearted laughter.

	"If you say so," Ian added. "Come on, Coach is getting ready to
announce MVP in a bit. We should take our seats."

	With that, Ian turned and walked towards the long table reserved
for the players and Daniel and I followed.

	"So you think I'm sexy when I get broody and moody, huh?" Daniel
whispered so that only I could hear.

	"You're sexy when you just stand there and exist, baby."

	His strong grip on my ass made me jump a bit.

	"I don't deserve you, you know that."

	"I know," I joked, "but now you're stuck with me."

	His hand lingered on my lower back as he lead me towards the center
of the table. I glanced at the name cards arrayed before the folding
chairs, searching for my own name as we neared the center of the table. I
didn't see it anywhere and my trepidation grew steadily.

	Ian pulled out a chair near the very center of the long table and
Daniel found his spot next to him, right in the middle. Even Daniel's hand
on my back couldn't halt the shock when I read my name on the white card
placed to his right.

	What was my name doing in the center of the table?!

	Surely that was a mistake! I should have been down at one of the
ends, mingling with the freshmen and sophomores who would move steadily
inward as their baseball careers progressed over the coming semesters. I
was a senior, of course, but I'd never expected to be placed with the
actual players in the seats of honor.

	"Surprise." Daniel whispered, pulling out my chair and motioning me
to sit. "Well, a small part of it. Coach asked me if it was alright. It was
his idea."

	I sat in the seat numbly and did my best not to blink, scared I
would dislodge a tear and give away my feelings. This was a room full of
athletes after all.  Tears were something to be shed after losses or
injuries, not moments of unexpected joy and belonging.

	"I don't know what to say," I murmured as Daniel took his seat
beside me.

	His hand rested on my thigh beneath the table and squeezed
gently. He didn't remove it. Gordon sat to my right and I suddenly felt
very much a part of something. I had feared that our last home game that
afternoon would be the end of this camaraderie only to find it extended to
this evening. It bolstered my small hopes that perhaps this would just be a
transition to something different and new. Not a final curtain. My heart
raced at the prospect.

	Just a few short weeks ago, I had no close friends, no one to whom
I felt beholden or very much cared about beyond a passing interest.  Things
had changed so quickly and I had grown accustomed to feeling included. With
that inclusion, came the near crippling fear that it would all come
crashing down and I'd be thrown once again into my former state of
loneliness.

	I hadn't truly felt lonely then. But then, I hadn't known what I
had been missing. If I were to return to that place now, knowing what I
knew, feeling what I felt, the loss would be devastating.

	 A vision of Amy flashed in my mind and I made the note to attempt
another reconciliation. If I felt that fear after only a few weeks, she
must have been terrified after four solid years of being on top of the
social world. Her world must have been transformed in some rather horrific
ways.

	"Don't listen to any of those jerk offs, David," Gordon leaned in
to whisper to me.

	"What?" I asked.

	My eyes must have been wide and my face a mask of fear or
worry. Gordon nodded towards the end of the table where I noticed a few of
the younger players looking in my direction and whispering to each other,
occasionally laughing to themselves.

	To be honest, I hadn't even noticed them. Gordon must have assumed
that my apparent showing of emotion on my features was a direct result of
the whispers and twitters coming from the younger students.

	"Guess they figured something out," Gordon continued. "Pay them no
mind, they are just ass holes trying to be cool."

	So, it seemed the younger players had been paying more attention to
the little hints and whispers about me and Daniel than our closest friends
had been. If they knew, or assumed, then it was only a matter of time
before the rumor was completely enmeshed to all levels of the
UpperSchool. At least I had some warning. I would have to prepare Daniel
for what was most likely coming our way.

	"Can I have your attention!" Coach B bellowed. "Everyone, take your
seats please. Settle down."

	The room quieted quickly. There was a reason Coach B was a coach
and not a teacher. He could command a room with ease. Parents and teachers
and athletes alike began to shuffle to their chairs and turned their
attention towards Coach who stood at the center of the array of tables.

	"As you all know, we had a fantastic season this year. Any time you
can win more than you loose, you can call it a good season. And we
certainly did that."

	The room applauded and Coach B waited for the noise to die down
before continuing.

	"Now, none of that would have been possible without the efforts and
skills of these young men behind me."

	He swung his arms wide to indicate the team, which amazingly,
included me.

	"They gave their all to this team and displayed great skill and
prowess throughout this season. While each and every one of them deserve to
be named Most Valuable Player for this season, that honor can go to only
one player. It was a hard decision to make, but one man stood out above the
rest. His personal skill, selfless devotion to his teammates and
willingness to do anything and everything for our little group went above
and beyond. Ladies and Gentlemen, please put your hands together for our
MVP...Daniel!"

	The room broke into waves of applause and cheers that rang from the
iron rafters. Daniel stood slowly to receive his applause and my heart
swelled in my chest. I clapped so hard I thought my hands might bleed. When
the room quieted, Daniel took a deep breath and began his acceptance
speech.

	"Thank you Coach B, and thank you to every player that worked so
hard this season. Without you, I never could have done this. As most of you
know, a lot of what this award symbolizes is leadership. Courage and
bravery in the face of obstacles and interference. For that reason, I can't
accept this award on my own. The man sitting next to me has shown those
qualities far and away more adamantly than any one I've ever met. He's
shown not only me, but the entire team what it means to be a man, to face
your fears with openness and honesty, and in the process to change the
world around you for the better. So I thank you for this award and I ask
that you put your hands together for our team manager who made this team
worth playing for, David."

	As Daniel spoke, my hearing faded to a buzz in my ears, my heart
beat the only sound I could focus on. The wild applauding and standing
ovation started by the seniors on the team passed in my eyes like
slow-motion images in a silent film. Daniel's arm on my shoulder and
Gordon's urging from my right somehow managed to lever me onto my feet but
I was unable to react with the expected smiles.

	I felt like I had just been struck by lightning.

	"Surprise, my love," Daniel whispered into my left ear.

	The tear I had worked so diligently to hold at bay broke though and
traveled down my cheek. Daniel brushed it away with a gentle flick of his
thumb and smiled at me.


	The remainder of the "banquet" passed by like a dream. I shook
hands and nodded and smiled as best I could, but I was only ever able to
utter a simple "thank you," to their heart felt congratulations.  As the
evening wore on and people began to trickle back to their cars to head
home, I was still in a state of shock.

	Daniel never left my side. His hand on the small of my back held me
up and encouraged me, lending me his strength while sending the signal that
he was my protector. He smiled proudly at me whenever someone approached,
beaming at me and reveling in the attention everyone was paying to the man
he so obviously loved.

	The fact that this man was me had yet to truly sink in.

	Daniel didn't push my response. He let me work through the varying
emotions on my own, never asking if I was okay or needed anything, simply
standing by my side with resolute determination, a sure sense of himself
and an even more sure sense of us.

	I didn't think it was possible to love him more than I already did,
but I was proved wrong.

	So very very wrong.

	The drive back to his house was made with my fingers laced into
his, squeezing him so tightly I could feel my pulse and his joining
together, humming in concert through our skin.

	I was still a nearly silent shell of my usual self when we arrived
at Daniel's house. Daniel ushered me into the living room and had me sit
and get comfortable on the large white leather sofa.

	"I'm gonna go get changed, babe. I'll bring you something,
too. Back in a bit."

	He kissed me on the top of my head and bounded off towards his
room. I stared at the giant big screen TV and tried in vain to organize my
thoughts.

	"If it wouldn't be an insult, I would write you a check for
everything you've done for my son," came the familiar voice of Daniel's
mom. I turned by wrote, still a little in shock and numb, to find her
ensconced behind the big kitchen island. She wore a gorgeous white and gold
sleeveless dress and held her keys in her hands. She smiled at my warmly.

	"Sorry, sweet pea," she said gently. "Didn't mean to startle you."

	"You didn't, Ma'am. I'm sorry, Daniel just surprised me is
all. Still processing it."

	She beamed at me.

	"So he decided to share MVP, did he? God, I love that boy. We did
good with him, didn't we?"

	"You KNEW!" I squeaked.

	She nodded gently.

	"He's my special boy. We've always been close. He asked my advice
when Coach B told him he'd be getting MVP a few days back."

	Any organization of my thoughts and emotions I had been able to
achieve to that point was once again thrown into massive disarray.

	"So...," I mumbled sheepishly, unsure why I was still hesitant when
the truth was very apparent. "So, you...know, then? About us?"

	She nodded again.

	"I saw the way he looked at you that first day you came here to
tutor him. Didn't want to assume anything, but it's become more and more
clear that my Daniel has found his first true love in you. And, my sweet
boy, his father and I couldn't be more thrilled for the both of you."

	I wanted to cry. So I did.

	Hot tears streamed down my face. I couldn't have stopped them if
I'd tried. Daniel's mom rushed towards me on beautiful white high heels
that click-clacked against the tiled floor. She sat down next to me on the
couch. Before I could react my head was cradled on her shoulder and her
gentle hand smoothed my hair.

	"Hush now, sweet boy. No need for the tears. My son loves you and
you obviously love my son, right?"

	I nodded against her shoulder and the tear continued to flow.

	"So much it hurts sometimes," I sobbed quietly.

	"Shhh," she quieted me tenderly. "He's my son and I will love him
no matter what. Forever. You love him and he loves you. That makes you
family, sweet pea. You'll have a home here for as long as you want
it. Quiet those tears now. It's a happy time."

	She pushed my head from her shoulder and wiped my tears from my
cheeks and placed a gentle kiss to my forehead.

	I nodded to her, my eyes still watery, my heart expanding in my
chest. It was all just so much. The Banquet, Daniel, and now his Mamma. I
never thought it possible for a heart to break from happiness, but I was
rapidly pushing towards that possibility.

	"I just came to grab our keys. My husband has the memory God gave a
goldfish and left them on the hook. We are headed out for the evening and
Adam is back at Vanderbilt until next weekend. You take care of my special
boy okay? Be good to him, and be safe."

	"I promise."

	She kissed my cheek again and wiped an errant tear from my skin.

	"Call us if you need us. I'm off!"

	She rose from the couch and scuttled towards the garage
door. Before closing it behind her, she flashed me a motherly smile that
very nearly set my waterworks flowing all over again.

	She was gone when Daniel returned, dressed now in a pair of flannel
Pajama bottoms and a black tank top, a similar outfit over his arms for
me. He must have misread my tear stained face because he dropped the
clothes the moment he saw me and rushed towards me instantly. In a flash my
head was on his chest and he, like his mother before him, stroked my hair
and quieted my fears.

	"I'm sorry baby. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm
so so sorry."

	He apologized over and over, panic rising in his voice.

	"Kiss me," I commanded, pulling away from him.

	He looked at me, confused.

	"Just kiss me," I repeated when he hesitated.

	He pressed his lips to mine and I leaned into him, letting my body
collapse onto his, my tension and fears and happiness melt over his skin
like a wave breaking on the rocks. My wet cheeks pressed to his face and I
breathed him in, not just his scent or his breath, but him. His
selflessness, his passion, his love for me mixed with all of those
qualities I held on my own, like cream blending with coffee to make
something new, until you couldn't separate his from mine ever again.

	When I couldn't take anymore, I broke our kiss and snuggled to his
chest, laying my smaller body on top of his entirely. His arm wound around
my shoulder and he kissed the top of my head.

	"I love you, David," he whispered while his finger tips ran over my
forearms.

	I beamed. I smiled into his chest, feeling the heat of his body
radiate into me, through me.

	I knew he loved me, of course. And he knew I loved him in
return. But that night it felt like I'd discovered a secret part of the
already deep river that was our love for each other; a portion that
miraculously tunneled to the core of the earth, rising from the primal sea
beneath, connecting us to the very beginning of time.

	"I love you too, Daniel."

	We stayed snuggled together on that huge white couch for a long
time. Silent, but not needing to speak.

	"Are you hungry baby?" Daniel asked after an eternity.

	"I could eat," I said in typical Southern non-committal style.

	Daniel gently unwound himself from around me and rose from the
couch.

	"Get comfy," he said, throwing the discarded pair of pajamas in my
direction, "I'll grab some snacks and something to drink. I'm in the mood
to watch a horror film. Sound cool?"

	"As long as I can shield my eyes against your chest, I'm down for
something cary," I replied as coyly as I could manage.

	"That would be the major reason I'm in the mood to watch that
particular genre, babe," he quipped. "I'm not an idiot. Now, get out of
those clothes. Give me a little show while I grab us some food."

	I laughed and stripped down to my underwear for him before pulling
on the red pajama bottoms and white tank top he'd picked out for me.

	In short order we were re-seated on the couch with a bowl of
popcorn, chips and salsa (whole-grain chips because his mamma was on a
health kick again, I was informed) and a bag of double stuffed Oreos Daniel
found hidden behind a bag of granola. Unfortunately, there was only Almond
Milk to dip them into, but you can't win them all.

	Daniel picked something from the massive collection of DVDs arrayed
in leather bound binders and alphabetized on a shelf beneath the massive
TV.

	To top it off, he had found a bottle of red wine and opened it,
pouring two glasses while the previews were still playing. After one sip it
was readily apparent that neither of us possessed the necessary palette to
enjoy the Vino.  It was left untouched for the rest of the evening.  I
snuggled into him as the movie started and turned my face up for a kiss. He
complied and the film began.

	I couldn't tell you what the movie was about. Or who starred in
it. Much less the outcome. Not even sure if any character even survived the
entire two hour event. We didn't make it through the first five minutes
before Daniel's arm over my shoulder and mine resting on his chest had
evolved into our tongues wrestling in an intense make out session that set
the movie to mere background noise.

	Daniel positioned himself flat on his back on the sofa and pulled
me on top of him. His kisses moved across my face to the side of my neck,
his soft stubble scratching at my skin and making goosebumps rise on my
arms.

	"Yes, baby," I moaned as his fingers slipped beneath the elastic of
my pajama bottoms to cup my firm ass beneath his big palms.

	He squeezed me tightly and pulling my body upwards with sheer
force. His lips moved to my collar bones, kissing and licking gently and
driving me crazy. My hips thrust against him and drove his pelvis deep into
the couch.

	"Fuck me, Daniel," I breathed softly. "Be my MVP, baby."

	I knew it was corny, even as the words left my lips, but I didn't
care.

	I knew how to get Daniel's motor running full force. He pushed
himself from the couch and pushed me up along with him. Without another
word, he stood, took my hand and lead me towards the kitchen.

	He yanked my arm hard and twisted my body around so that my chest
faced the big center island. His hand, firmly placed in the center of my
back between my shoulder blades, pushed my chest to the counter and forced
me onto my toes. With a forceful yank he tore my pajama bottoms from my
hips and legs, pooling them around my ankles.

	"You want me to show you what the MVP can do?" he said, his lips
closing around my earlobe.

	I nodded and bit my lower lip. I wiggled my ass back and forth and
screamed in pleasure and pain combined when his open palm smacked smartly
into my bare skin as he spanked me.

	My hard cock pressed firmly into the wooden counter beneath the
marble top, pulsing my clear precum onto the shining cabinets, running
slowly down their slick surface. Furniture polish would have to be added to
the weekly shopping list. My thin cotton tank top did nothing to stem the
cold of the hard stone on my skin; my nipples were at peak attention.

	"You liked that? Huh?"

	I nodded.

	He spanked me again, a little harder and I moaned.

	Another river of precum joined the first on the cabinet below. I
don't know how Daniel had known I would respond to this rougher side of
him, especially after our hours of cuddling and the emotions he'd driven me
to over the past few hours. But there are many many ways to show love.

	"I didn't hear you. I asked you if you liked that."

	"God, yes. YES, I liked it," I hissed.

	His palm massaged the spot where he'd smacked my bare skin.

	"You want me to do it again?"

	"Yes." It was barely a whisper, an elongated hiss through clenched
teeth, my cheek pressed to the cold counter and my fingers gripping the
edge preparing for what I knew was coming.

	"Yes, what?"

	"Yes, MVP."

	A third smack echoed through the empty kitchen and my entire torso
scooted forward on the counter from the force of his swat. Suddenly his
lips were at my ear again, his open palm kneading the sore skin where he'd
just punished my tender ass.

	"You tell me when to stop, if it gets to be too much."

	I nodded and wiggled my ass again.

	It was far from being too much. I wanted more.

	I wanted him to empty his raw unrefined passion into me, to wash me
with everything he had, all the raw masculine strength he had to give. I'd
had so much love showered upon me today, so much joy. Daniel seemed to
understand that I needed to feel alive in my physical body, too.

	A fourth spank had me moaning his name into the marble counter as I
bit my lip again to keep from crying out.

	"I love your ass, baby. Do you wanna know why?" his iron voice
taunted from behind me.

	When I tried to twist my torso to see him, he pushed my chest back
to the counter with one hand. My hole throbbed and my cock spewed another
gush.  I didn't understand how I could feel so dominated and yet so safe at
the same time. But I didn't think too hard on the subject, just floated on
the dichotomy. I craved what he was doing to me, craved more of his touch,
the roughness of it. No teasing my nerves slowly this time. Just ratcheting
up the dial to 10 from the get go.

	"Why do you love my ass?" I whimpered, answering his question.

	"Because it's mine."

	I nearly passed out.

	He was correct. My ass was his to do with as he wanted. As was the
rest of me: body heart and soul.

	"Get on your knees and suck my cock," he growled, "Make sure you
get it real wet. It will be easier for you if my cock is nice and wet."

	The pressure between my shoulder blades that held me to the counter
was suddenly gone; before it was even fully absent I crashed to my knees,
ignoring the thud and the dull ache that shot through my body, and turned.

	I looked up at Daniel, his chest heaving mightily in his tight
black tank top, his nipples standing out beneath the thin fabric so I
thought I could almost make out their borders. His thick cock was clearly
outlined beneath the flannel of his PJs, a dark spot beginning to form at
the head. My mouth watered and I reached for it only to have my hand
slapped away.

	"Ask nicely," Daniel scolded when he saw the hurt expression on my
face. He winked.

	"Can I please have your cock?" I said quietly, staring at his taut
thighs beneath my palms, feeling his thick muscles tense and imagining the
power of them, the possibility.

	"You sure you can handle an MVP cock?" he teased.

	His eyes burned like golden coals, shining in the light of the
kitchen, his face seeming to gleam with some newfound internal fire.

	"Yes, sir," I replied.

	He reached into his bottoms and yanked out his dick, hooking the
elastic beneath his huge, full balls. He was fully hard, his foreskin
pulled almost entirely back from his head, a drip of precum about to fall
from it. I opened my mouth and caught it on my tongue before it could fall
to the tiled floor.

	"Good boy," Daniel praised, taking my chin in his hand and turning
my face up to meet his smile. "Get it good and wet, baby."

	I could have sworn I was part snake considering the way my jaw
nearly seemed to unhinge and devour Daniel's delicious tool. I sucked hard
and fast, wetting his shaft and head as best I could, my tongue never
stopping. I pushed him all the way down my throat, taking none of the usual
time to enjoy the feeling of fullness and completion I normally sank into
when I held him inside me. This was just the beginning, a utilitarian
necessity for the future schemes I just knew Daniel was concocting in his
passion addled brain.

	I made sure his entire cock, from base to tip, was gleaming with my
saliva when I pulled him out. I was panting from the effort a bit,
swallowing hard as I tried to catch my breath. Daniel's hands under my arm
pits yanked me to my feet like a marionette on silken strings. He pushed me
to the counter, this time pressing my back to the frigid marble and leaning
his chest on top of me. His lips were just millimeters from mine, the feel
of his breath hotter than I could ever remember it. My eyes widened in a
mix of pure lust and unavoidable fear.

	"For your sake, you'd better hope you got my big cock wet enough,"
he growled low in his throat.

	He pressed his lips to mine, dominating me and forcing his tongue
into my mouth. I lost any resistance I may have had and let him overwhelm
me, surrendered my body to his even more. I was lost in the daze of his
powerful kiss, so I didn't recognize the feeling when my bare feet left the
tiled floor. My forgotten pajama bottoms and too-small underwear slipped
easily from my legs as Daniel lifted me straight up off the floor in a dead
lift.  He pushed me high into the air but never broke our kiss until the
last possible second when he'd raised me so far above him I could no longer
crane my neck down far enough.

	His chest bulged with the effort, his shoulders tense and straining
but sure and unwavering. The lines and striations in his big biceps proved
just how physically superior he truly was. My legs rose on their own and I
hooked my ankles behind his back, my hard cock pressing against Daniel's
chest, leaving a stain of precum on his black tank top. My arms hooked
around his neck and I saw him relax a little as I took some of the pressure
from him.

	I felt the warm skin of his palms on both of my ass cheeks,
spreading them and holding me up at the same time, his fingers digging
deeply into my flesh. My ass still ached a bit from his firm spankings. I
could sense his slick, hard cock just beneath my exposed ass, my hole
opened to the air and vulnerable. Daniel spread my ass with his hands; my
spine straightened at the thought of what was sure to come.

	Slowly, I felt my body lower, controlled with ease by Daniel's
unyielding strength, sliding against his chest. The soft fabric of his tank
top tickled the underside of my cock, making me sigh as I grew closer and
closer to his cock head.

	First contact was a rush nothing could have prepared me for. I felt
the heat of his slick dick press into my open hole, my thighs instantly
squeezing around his waist. He didn't hesitate or slow my downward
progression, keeping the pace steady, forcing my body to adapt.

	"Oh, shit!" I screamed and dug my nails into his shoulder blades as
his uncut cock opened me up and pushed deeper inside.

	My ass burned with the pain and pleasure and intense pressure as
inch after inch he sank into me with ease, my spit and passion the only
lube we needed.  It felt like his cock was a good three feet long as it
squeezed into me, filling me up and making my spine go straight, my legs
numb and my vision blurry. I was an incoherent ball of nerve endings and
panting groans by the time his thick hardness slid past my magic button and
I felt my hips settle to the base of him.

	Suddenly, my breath was knocked from my lungs and I grunted; the
room swirled before my eyes.

	It took me a moment to realize that Daniel had slammed my back
against the pantry door. He pressed me hard against the wall, my legs still
clinging tightly to his waist as my ass hovered in mid air, impaled
willingly on his throbbing cock.

	"You like that MVP cock buried deep in your tight ass?" Daniel
growled, quickly pressing his lips to mine in a rough kiss.

	I nodded and whimpered as I felt his cock pulse a little pre cum
deep inside me.

	I felt every last inch of him as he slowly withdrew himself from my
ass, keeping just the head inside, collecting extra lubrication on the
backstroke. He slammed all the way back inside with a hard thrust and drove
every other thought from my head in doing so.

	"Pound me, baby," I begged, my voice a mindless slur. "Fuck me
hard...ohhhh, fuck"

	I was a whimpering ball of near panic and pleasure. He kept me just
on the edge of logical thought, on that blurry line where I knew what was
happening one moment only to be driven by instinctual lust and passion the
next before the tables turned again and logic took over again.

	His cock was like a machine: constant, near super human speed. His
cock glided in and out of me with ease, each time pouring full force into
my prostate and making the world go white again. My finger nails dug deep
lines into his shoulders and back, feeling them tense and release as he
continued to pump into me.

	"Take my cock!  You want my MVP cum deep in that tight ass?"

	I whined my agreement and somehow found the strength of mind to
unwind my arms from his neck so I could cup his face in my hands and kiss
him. I panted through the kiss in time to the powerful thrusts, barely
holding on as he drove me higher and higher, still pushing my back into the
wooden door.

	"Oh fuck....I'm gonna cum baby," I moaned into his mouth, holding
on tight to the nape of his neck as I continued to kiss him while his thick
uncut cock cut through me like a knife.

	I felt my entire body start to tingle, the familiar unhinging of my
soul from my physical body that preceded a hands free orgasm.

	"Don't cum until I give you permission, Nerd."

	My eyes fluttered shut. It had been a while since he'd called me
Nerd like that and it dredged up the sex-fueled beginnings of our
relationship, before love and truer feelings had deepened our bond, when we
were still exploring what we could maybe one day become.

	"God, Daniel...I don't think I can stop it...fuck me harder...oh,
god yes, fuck baby! Fuck my ass with your MVP cock!"

	I lost all inhibitions, I didn't care what came out of my mouth. I
just craved more of what he was giving me, more of the lack of control, the
freedom to just be, just feel him devouring my body.

	"I'm gonna fill your tight ass, nerd. You ready for it? You ready
for this load?"

	He sounded like someone else, but his eyes were still My
Daniel. Still the same soft brown lakes I loved to lose myself in. The
fantasy that burned on their surface couldn't ever hide that, not from
me. But it went a long way in turning up my desires.

	"Cum in me, MVP!" I screamed, "Give it to me, baby. Cum inside my
tight nerd hole!"

	Astoundingly, he increased his speed, slamming himself in and out
of my spasming hole so quickly I couldn't catch my breath, just moan
wordlessly as sight and sound began to fade and my soul disconnect even
more. His balls slapped into my ass, his fingers dug harshly into the skin
until I thought there would be a permanent imprint of him there.

	He growled like some primordial beast, vibrating through our kiss,
a sound rising from deep inside him, from that unbroken line of ancestors
that stretched back to the beginning of time itself...

	and he emptied into me. I felt his cock expand and jet after jet of
his cum spilled into my twitching ass, driving my own orgasm over the
brink. I felt my cum soak into his tank top, trapped between our torsos. My
entire body stiffened as I took his load, my muscles locking in place. I
felt some of his hot whiteness leak from my hole. I clenched tight, trying
to keep him inside.

	We both panted from the effort, but Daniel proved his strength once
again. My back left the pantry door and Daniel carried me in shuffling
movements, his still twitching cock firmly ensconced inside my now sore
hole. I kissed him over and over, using his body like a tether to draw
myself back down to earth from the highest places he had just taken me. I
didn't know or care where he was taking us, just as long as he never
withdrew his thick cock from where it was right at that moment.

	Daniel knelt easily to the floor, keeping himself inside me and
lowering my back onto a very soft rug. I finally had the sense to look
around and discovered he had carried us all the way down a long hallway to
the Den: an oak and mahogany lined room with reading chairs and an elegant
old Hollywood style sofa in dark maroon silk. My back was pressed to a
luxurious fur rug and to my right, the bricks and stones of the huge gas
fireplace loomed.

	"Cliche, I know," Daniel whispered, the machismo and domination now
gone from his voice, "but I can't help it. Fur rug and a fireplace are
just...God you look so beautiful."

	My legs were still wrapped around his waist, his hard cock pulsing
inside my ass and my arms wound around his neck as he rested easily on his
palms and hovered above me. I pulled his face down and kissed him gently.

	"Light that fire place," I suggested.

	Daniel flicked a switch somewhere and the blue and orange flames
soon danced around the faux logs. I stared at him in the new light, watched
the way the yellow and gold and orange danced against his olive skin and
made shadows flicker across his square jaw and broad forehead. I didn't
think it was possible for him to be more beautiful, but he was continually
proving me wrong.

	I pulled his cum soaked black tank top over his head and threw it
aside so that I could run my fingers over his tight chest. I pinched his
nipples lazily and got a jolt of my own in return. My tweak caused his hips
to thrust forward and press his cock a little deeper into me.

	We both giggled when we realized what I'd just done. He smiled down
at me and I pulled him in close for a long and passionate kiss.  The heat
of the fire place wasn't even registering while my hands moved up and down
Daniel's muscled back, felt his deltoids give way to his lats, and then the
strong chorded muscles of his lower back. I came to rest on his spectacular
ass. I couldn't help but pull him closer towards me, burying his rock hard
cock deeper into my cum drenched ass. I pulsed my hole around his girth,
making him shiver on top of me.

	"Do you think you have another one in you?" I asked.

	"For you, Always."

	He kissed me and slowly pulled his cock from my hole, pushing back
in with ease. His tongue flicked lightly into mine, his hips never slamming
into me, just gently and slowly thrusting and clenching his powerful ass
each time he was fully inside me again.

	"God, baby. I love you so much," he moaned as he pushed inside
again.

	"I love you, too. Show me. Give me another..." I encouraged in a
breathy sigh.

	If you asked me to choose which "style" I preferred of the two
options presented that night, I wouldn't be able to tell you.  All I know
is that I was in ecstasy both times.

	Where it took him only minutes before to send my body into a
whirlwind of passion, he took his time now. His cum lubricated my hole
already and I reveled in each and every new sensation he drove into me.

	Deliberate and controlled, masterful, he pulsed his thick cock
every time he pressed into my spot, and smiled when my eyes fluttered
shut. I rocked on the fur rug, Daniel's hips guiding and undulating into
me.

	It didn't take long for the tingles to grow. Slower this time, but
almost agonizing in their intensity. When it happens all at once you can't
really focus on the minutia, just the big picture. But now Daniel was
turning the dial slowly; each new notch I could feel in perfect detail.  I
felt my legs begin to weaken. Then the tips of my fingers start to
tingle. My breathing picked up. My ass began to clench onto Daniel's thick
cock in waves as I lost control in slow but unyielding increments.  My
heart beat increased like a metronome going from legato to andante at a
measured clip. Each new change was slowly building up inside me.  Daniel
noticed immediately.

	"I want you to cum first," he said. "I want to watch your face when
you blow, okay?"

	I bit my lower lip and nodded.

	"Keep doing that...oh, god...and you won't have long to wait."

	He smiled the crooked half smile that had first sent me on the path
to where we were today; my cock pulsed a huge stream of pre-cum mixed with
the last of my recent orgasm.

	"I love your eyes," Daniel said, still undulating his lower body
and sliding in and out of my ass with ease.

	"I love your nose," he continued.

	"Oh, god,..." I groaned.

	"Your lips,..." he kissed me softly. His cock pressed against my
spot and he pulsed his cock into it hard.

	"Your neck,..." His lips kissed and licked softly at the side of my
neck.

	"Your chest,..." he placed one hand on my chest and squeezed,
keeping himself aloft on his other arm.

	"Your adorable nipples,..." He flicked at one softly.

	"Fuck, yes..." I hissed. I felt my balls pulling up. I was close.

	"I love your stomach."

	He traced a line down the center of my stomach to my belly button.

	"I love your belly button."

	All the while, he never slowed or picked up the pace of his hips
and thrusts into me. Constant and steady as if he were keeping time to some
piece of unheard music.

	"I love your beautiful, big, thick cock."

	He closed his fingers around my shaft and squeezed gently.

	"Ahhh...oh fuck. I'm gonna cum again..." I whined, writhing
uncontrollably beneath him.

	"And most importantly," he leaned in to kiss me again, staring into
my blue eyes deeply, still thrusting, and now gently stroking my twitching
cock, driving me closer and closer to where he wanted me, "most
importantly: I love you."

	He squeezed my cock hard and pushed inside me with a final deep
thrust as he leaned into kiss me hard and deep.

	I lost all control of my muscles. I felt my cock spew a long stream
of hot cum, felt it splash into my chest and chin, but other than that...I
was hypnotized by Daniel.

	I lay sprawled out beneath him, joined at three points, lips, cock,
and ass. I was like a puddle. I felt myself spread out and my mind
disappear into nothingness. I never believed in near death experiences,
seeing the white light and the tunnel and all of that.  But I certainly do
believe in extreme orgasm experiences. Maybe your soul leaves your body in
both cases.

	"You back?" I heard Daniel whisper as if from a great distance, his
fingers stroking my cheek softly.

	"Huh?"

	"Your eyes kinda glazed over there for a minute."

	Daniel lay beside me, his back to the flickering fire place, his
head resting on his palm as he levered himself up on an elbow. I wondered
if maybe I had died. Surely no one mortal human had the right to look like
that?

	I hadn't even felt him remove his cock from inside me, or roll off
of me. By instinct, I scooted myself to mirror him and snuggled my chest as
close to his as I could.

	"I'm coming back now," I assured him, feeling myself center and
coalesce into a unified body and spirit. I pressed a gentle kiss to his
lips.

	"Thank you for that," I offered.

	"For which one?"

	I snorted a laugh and playfully slapped Daniel's hairy chest,
letting my fingertips linger on his flushed, glistening skin.

	"Don't make me choose!" I mocked. "They were both phenomenal."

	"At your service, my love."

	He returned my gentle kiss.

	"Well, we need to get cleaned up eventually or else risk ruining
this rug and giving away our fun to the entire family," Daniel quipped
rather matter of factly a few moments later. I would have been more shocked
at the change in tone if he hadn't coupled the outburst with a swift smack
to my still sore rear end. As it was, I yelped, my eyes going wide, and
collapsed into a fit of giggles.

	I was still nervously twittering away as Daniel put an arm around
my shoulder and levered me onto my feet. He kissed me gently and turned
towards the kitchen to collect our forgotten, discarded pajamas.

	I got the encore performance of a lifetime, trailing behind his
naked body by two full paces so I could stare at the round perfection of
the powerful being who had just driven me to explosion...twice.

	He flicked the switch to throw the kitchen into darkness and put an
arm around my waist, pulling me in to snuggle close to him as we walked. He
carried our bundled clothing in the crook of his arm.

	"Shower, then bed, babe," he listed, planning the remainder of the
evening.

	"I make no such promises," I added.

	Daniel laughed. We began to take the stairs up to his room.

	"We have to get up early in the morning. We have a lot of shopping
to do."

	"Shopping?" I asked, confused.

	"Mhmm," he said with a knowing nod. "You do know what's happening
this weekend right?"

	I did know what he was talking about. I just hadn't realized it was
this weekend. Finals week had always been so...final for every other year
in high school.  Of course I would forget that after your Senior Finals
week, you went to the Senior Camping Trip.

	"The Camping trip!"

	"Yep." Daniel agreed. "And I just figured you and I could go get
the gear. A tent, backpack, all that stuff."

	I snuggled in to him a little more.

	"That's very sweet of you. I promise I'll stick to your
plan. Shower and Bed. No funny business."

	"Hey, now!" Daniel interjected quickly, "there's no need to be
Puritanical ya know? I mean, I'm not saying don't touch me! You're allowed
to touch me!"

	I laughed long and loud.

	"I'm allowed to touch you huh? Like this big cock, I'm allowed to
touch?" I grabbed at his semi-hard cock with my free hand and opened the
door to his bedroom with my other.

	The schedule he'd picked was quickly amended. As I intended.

	As they say, turn about is fair play; Daniel had spent a good hour
rocking my world and fucking me senseless. Didn't he deserve the same in
return?  Nay, dare I say it, REQUIRE the same in return!

	We delayed the planned shopping trip by 4 hours when we finally
snuggled in to bed and set his alarm clock.