Date: Thu, 10 May 2012 00:58:10 -0600
From: Matt Davidson <m-davidson@hotmail.ca>
Subject: Straitjackets and Starlight

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Also, if you're looking for a story with a lot of sex, look elsewhere.
There's no sex in this chapter, and probably not in the next one either.
But if you're looking for a decent story, then read on.

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Sorry this chapter took so long to get out guys, but sadly life tends to
throw curve balls. On the upside I got my computer back! So my boyfriend is
free to play flight sim at all hours of the day on his computer again. On
the downside, I'm picking up extra shifts at work because of the patio
being open. Seriously, do me a personal favor if you like this story, and
the next time you think to yourself "I should go out for dinner tonight!"
Dont. Just stay in and give all the poor chefs of the world a break.

Things get a little steamy in this chapter, so for all those who've been
waiting for sex... keep waiting. I said a little steamy.  Just a
little. Also sorry for any spelling mistakes, but I DO write these stories
at 3am when I get home from work, I tend to be on the sleepy side.

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Straitjackets and Starlight: Part Four


-=Elliott=-

I awoke several hours later, and glancing at my clock saw that it was now
6:30 am. I yawned and started to rise off my bed before I felt his arm
around me again. Suddenly the haze of sleep cleared and I remembered the
events of last night. And Devon was still there, with his arm wrapped
around me and his breath warm on the back of my neck. His chest was tight
against my back and I could feel his hard on pressing against my ass
through his boxers. It felt... hot. Not just sexually hot, but temperature
wise, his cock was like a rod of fire against my skin, and I felt my blood
begin to boil. I couldn't help but rub my behind into him a little, trying
to coax as much contact as possible without waking him. I was painfully
hard, as I usually was in the morning, and now would usually be the time
that I dealt with it, before I had my morning shower. But this... was
incredibly sexy. And hot. A dream come true even. If only he wasn't wearing
boxers. His cock was just resting comfortably along my crack. I had to
touch it.

I HAD too.

With as little movement as possible, my hand crept across my body and
around behind me. His cock was straight along my crack, and from what I had
seen of him at the pond I knew that he had to be peeking out of those
little boxers at least a bit. My hand gently slid between my ass and
Devon's crotch and I felt my fingertips lightly brush against the bare skin
of his shaft. Ok, maybe he was sticking out more than a little. It felt
like at least 4 inches of burning flesh were exposed. I stiffened as I
heard Devon moan in his sleep at my touch. I quickly withdrew my hand and
he moaned again, then tightened his arm and thrust his cock against me
aggressively. I let a little gasp escape me at that. His breathing was
ragged now, and he was holding me so tight it would have been painful if I
wasn't in a state of complete bliss.  Without even realising what I was
doing, I grasped my seven inch length and slowly stroked up and down my
shaft. Devon gave another thrust against me and I felt a little lubrication
on my lower back. He was leaking... I wonder how far I could get him
without him waking up. I slowly moved up a little farther, so that the next
time he pushed forwards he would push his head between my cheeks.

I should have stopped, I know. He was my best friend, and even if he would
sleep with me and hold me while I was down, and offer comfort, I know he
didn't want this. But it felt so good, I wanted him inside me. Fuck, I knew
I probably couldn't handle the whole of him without a lot of lube and even
more time, but I wanted it so bad. I heard him growl a little in my ear and
he pushed forwards again, and sure enough, he was leaking enough that his
thrust sent his cock between my ass cheeks and I felt his head brush
against my hole. Holy fucking hell. I tightened my grip on my own member
and started a faster rhythm, while still trying to avoid making too much
noise or moving at all. I felt Devon shudder as his cock head was encased
in the muscles of my ass, and his tip was pressing against my tight
opening. I was so close, just one more thrust and I'm sure I would cum. I
flexed my ass as tight as I could, trying to spur him into movement again,
to push me over the edge into sweet oblivion, but all I did was wake him
up.



-=Devon=-



I woke up groggily and felt Elliott get out of bed.  Did he jump up really
fast or was I just in that slow motion state of half sleep? Before I could
even really focus my vision, I heard his bedroom door open and then the
bathroom door close. Jesus, was that kid flying? I yawned and stretched a
little. I looked down and saw that almost half my cock was sticking out of
my boxers.

And I was horny. My god was I horny. It felt like I had come just to the
edge of an orgasm, then suddenly stopped. I heard the shower start in the
bathroom across the hall and again looked at my erection. I knew it was
above average. Statistically I was double the national standard, sitting at
10.5 inches when fully hard. And was I ever hard right now. If Elliott had
just gotten into the shower, I had at least 30 minutes before he emerged.

Normally, I would think it was weird to masturbate in Elliott's bed, but I
was almost beyond rational thought at this point. I looked over to the
bedside table and saw a box of Kleenex. Perfect.

I slowly peeled off my boxers, listening carefully for any noise signalling
someone's approach. Once I discarded the underwear, I lay back down and
rested my head against the pillow. Elliott's smell was all around me, and I
found it arousing. The faint smell of the cologne he wore, mixed with the
faint smell of sweat and a little musky odor. I had never really thought of
Elliott sexually before, but I did now. I imagined him laying just like
this, naked, with his hand tight around his cock. I saw him moaning and
thrusting into his hand and eventually spraying his juice all over his
chest. I moaned loudly and worked my shaft with my left hand, and fondled
my large balls with my right. I always leaked a lot, and there was more and
more lube for my hand as it slid up and down my slick shaft. My right hand
left my sac and rubbed my hairless stomach, my fingers unconsciously
following the lines of the eight pack I worked so hard to maintain.

Before long I felt the pressure start to build, and I let out a loud gasp
as I started to cum. I had my eyes shut tight, so I didn't see where most
of it landed, but I felt confident that I got almost all of it on me.

I lay there for awhile, gasping and letting my sense return to normal after
the brief moment of ecstasy, before I heard the shower shut off across the
hall. I quickly grabbed a couple Kleenex and cleaned myself up, then pulled
up my boxers. I stood and gathered up my shirt and was about to sit back
down when Elliott walked into the room with a towel around his waist.

I put on my best 'I-didn't-just-jerk-off-in-your-bed' smile and Elliott
smiled back.

"Hurry up and get dressed, I need to run to my house and get clothes and
shower before we head to school." Elliott nodded and soon we were in my
Jeep driving the few blocks to my house. After a really quick shower and a
change of clothes we headed off to school.

The first half of the day passed quickly, and uneventfully. At lunch I
wandered into the cafeteria and one of the guys in my afternoon English
class waved me over. I saw Elliott sitting with a group of people from his
grade, and decided I would go and join him in a bit, after I found out what
what's-his-name wanted. I was still struggling to remember when I heard
someone from across that table call him Riley, and I was thankful for
that. I had hundreds of books memorized, but it took ages for me to
remember people's names. As I got closer, Riley looked at me and said

"Hey Dev, would you be up for a party on Wednesday?"

I took a moment to think before I answered, since I had never been to a
high school party before. And since I was still technically a freshman, I
was surprised I would be invited. But what the hell.

"Probably yeah, can I bring a buddy of mine? I still don't know too many
people and a familiar face would be good."

"Yeah sure. It's a field party," So it would just be a really big fire and
a bunch of trucks in the middle of a field with loud music and a billion
people "so you can bring as many as you want. I'll text you the place in a
bit."

I smiled and nodded before I made my way over to Elliott's table. I saw a
couple faces I recognized from middle school, but I had never met most of
the people around my friend. Despite being able to put up a good show of
being self confident, I REALLY hated meeting new people. I wasn't shy, I
just disliked the whole process of introductions.



I took the empty seat beside Elliott, he had probably saved it for me, and
set down my bagged lunch. Elliott teased me about it, but my mom still
packed my lunch every day. I didn't mind, since the stuff she made me was
usually a lot healthier then the crap the cafeteria put out, but I did see
a couple of odd looks from the people around me. I sat there kind of
awkwardly, waiting for someone to say something, feeling like the most
socially inept individual in the school.



-=Elliott=-



I watched all the kids watch Devon out of the corners of their eyes. He
hadn't said anything yet, but just sat there with his little half smile and
opened his bagged lunch. He had the confidence that most people work to
attain their whole lives, if anyone else had just sat down without a word,
it would seem awkward, but with him everyone seemed to be content just
looking at him. Finally I spoke up.

"This is Devon, I was telling you about him earlier. He's my best bud and
we go way back. Dev, from left to right that's Andrew, Carrie, Ian and
Tom." All the kids Devon didn't know waved as I said their names, and Devon
gave a warm smile and nodded to each in turn. Soon the conversation resumed
and everything was normal. I still caught Carrie, the only girl at our
table, looking at Devon out of the corner of her eye. A little stab of
jealousy tore through me, but I couldn't blame her. I stared too. I noticed
that Ian was also trying to cast little discreet glances, and I catalogued
that information for later. Gay or just curious... I'll find out some other
time.



I was still thinking about how Ian wasn't half bad looking, when Devon
spoke up. "You guys are all freshmen right?"  Everyone nodded and he went
on.



"Well, I just got an invite to a field party on Wednesday night, and some
familiar faces would be great. You guys all seem cool, want to come with me
and Elliott?"

I chuckled a little at his assumption that I would just come with him no
matter what. I mean, it was true, he beckoned I followed, but still.

All the kids at the table agreed eagerly and gave their phone numbers to
Devon so he could text them more information as soon as he knew
it. Eventually it was time for classes again, and Devon gave me a pat on
the back and went off to his afternoon advance placement classes. I sighed
and made my way to my locker and started gathering the books I'd need for
my afternoon classes. I saw Mark heading down the hall towards me and I
practically tried to climb into my locker. As it was, I just leaned down as
if something I needed was at the bottom, and he walked right by. Either
ignoring me or not noticing, I didn't really care. I wasn't up for a sneer
or a gibe comment from him. I gathered up my stuff once he was out of
sight, and sped off to my English class. It was my only AP class, and I
loved English more than any other subject. Despite Devon's view of me, I
did read a lot. I just, you know, read like a normal person. I didn't like
talking about books with Devon though, because where I had read an
impressive couple hundred books, I knew Devon had read (and memorized)
thousands. But Devon wasn't in AP English 101, so I felt a great deal less
intimidated by his intellect.



I managed to get into class just before the late bell rang, and took my
seat in the back row. Carrie was sitting in her usual spot next to me, and
as soon as I sat down the teacher announced we were going to be watching a
movie. The room was silent as he slowly, so damn slowly, set up the old
clunky TV and VCR. Soon enough, an old 80's film with actors butchering
Hamlet was droning on in front of the class and the teacher was sitting at
his desk. I could see a solitaire game reflected quite clearly in his
glasses and I chuckled to myself a little.



Carrie passed me a piece of paper and I read the only words written on it.

*Wow, Devon is way hotter then you said he was. Like holy hell.*

I smiled and wrote my response on the line below her writing.

*I know, you should see him naked. He IS god's gift to humanity.*

I glanced at the teacher and passed the paper back.  The rest of class
passed quickly, and me and Carrie filled up two more papers after that one
with idol conversation about how Devon compared to other guys, and some of
his more... private attributes. I learned that she was currently dating
Andrew, the guy we had been sitting with at lunch, but that it probably
wasn't going anywhere, and she had a huge crush on Ian, but he had totally
ignored her for the past eight years of school. I told her I thought it was
because he in the closet, and she said he must be. He was pretty cute but
had apparently never even kissed a girl before. In fact it appeared he
didn't really have any friends at all, just acquaintances and that he never
got close too and he always went straight home after school.

As we left class I was feeling like it was a good day. I enjoyed making new
friends, and Carrie seemed to like chatting with me.  The whole school
basically knew I was gay, and it didn't seem like anyone really cared. Even
our religion teacher didn't seem to treat me any differently than any other
kid. Maybe I could survive high school unscathed!



-=Devon=-



I sat in my Jeep on Wednesday night outside Elliott's house waiting for him
to come out so we could head to the party. If I understood the directions
properly, then we had about a half hour drive to get to the field where it
was taking place, and Elliott was taking FOREVER to get dressed. It was
already 10:15pm and we needed to get going. I was just about to give up and
go inside when he ran out his front door and hopped in the Jeep beside me.

"Sorry, couldn't get my hair right! Let's go, what are you waiting for?"

I found myself struggling to come up with something to say for a few
seconds. Elliott looked... hot. He had obviously put a lot of effort into
his appearance and it showed. He was practically glowing, and my tongue
wasn't really listening to my brain in light of his beaming face.  Finally
I just decided to forgo talking and gave him my biggest smile and pulled
out of his driveway.

The drive ended up taking us forty-five minutes, since I got lost at one
point, but at around 11pm we pulled up to a ring of pickup trucks and SUV's
all parked around a blazing bonfire. There were at least 80 people around,
and as soon as we parked Andrew and Carrie ran up with relieved looks on
their faces.

"Thank god you guys are here, we don't know ANYONE. It looks like there's
people from a couple different schools, and their all in grade 11 or 12, we
were so alone! Ian didn't end up coming."

Before I could respond, Riley came up struggling with a massive cooler. I
quickly grabbed one end and helped him carry it to a cluster of other
coolers.

"Thanks man, that fucker weighs a tonne! There's a whole buncha' beer in
there, help yourself. There's no way I can drink it all tonight."

I nodded my thanks and grabbed three beers from the cooler and headed back
to where Andrew, Carrie and Elliott were standing next to my Jeep. I passed
them each a beer then reached into my backseat and grabbed a water
bottle. Andrew gave me an odd look and Carrie laughed aloud.

"Whoa there mister responsible, it won't hurt to have one or two beers then
drive home."

I just laughed and said "Better safe than sorry. I just got my license, no
need to get a DUI before I hit the two week mark."

We stood there chatting for a bit before I started urging them to go and
talk to other people and eventually Andrew and Carrie were talking to a
group of freshman from a school across the city. Someone had started
playing dance club music really loudly near the fire and there was a bunch
of people dancing, and Elliott dragged me into the crowd and we danced
together for quite some time.

I wasn't keeping track, but I saw Elliott run to the cooler a whole bunch,
and I knew he had to be feeling it by now.



-=Elliott=-



I couldn't stop laughing. For Devon's sake, I was trying to give the
impression that I was still in control of my body, but I was beyond
drunk. I had never actually drank before tonight, and the burn of the
alcohol in my throat was... intoxicating? Bad pun... anyways. I could
barely stand straight, which was fine since we were dancing and I managed
to make most of my falls look like some crazy form of dancing that I was
making up on the spot. Devon was still beside me with his dashing smile and
strong arms; arms that were wrapped around my middle I suddenly realized. I
heard the murmur of his voice in my ear but didn't understand what he had
said. I turned in his arms and looked into his eyes. They were so
beautiful. I could look into them forever. And his sculpted face, more
perfect then the perfectest of Greek statues. Perfectest... is that a word?
Seems like it should be a word.

I smiled and Devon smile back down at me. He was leaning closer, it almost
looked like he was going to kiss me, but right at the last second he
changed direction and put his mouth next to my ear and said "I think you've
had enough, let's go back to my house."

I wanted to say something cheeky like 'On our first date? I'm not that kind
of girl' but I stopped for two reasons. Even when hammered, I'm not that
stupid. And, I would definitely be that kind of girl for Devon. God, if he
even knew the things I wanted to do to him. I bet he doesn't know I know
how to unbutton jeans with my teeth. Or the magic I can work with my
tongue. Maybe I should tell him? Maybe if I told him he would want to sleep
with me. I should tell him.



-=Devon=-



I practically carried Elliott back to my jeep. He was muttering something
about tongues and pants, but I couldn't understand any of it. Probably for
the best anyways. Once I had Elliott strapped into the passenger side, I
walked around to the driver side door and peered around, trying to catch a
glimpse of Andrew or Carrie. I didn't know how they had gotten here, but
they were both drunk and I hoped they were smart enough not to drive home
themselves. After a minute or so of futile scouting, I climbed into the
Jeep and backed out of the ring of vehicles. As I was about to pull onto
the road beside the field, Elliott suddenly spoke up.

"Dev, can we go to that spot I showed you? It's really clear tonight, I bet
it looks cool."

I thought about it for a second, then decided that hey, what the hell, we
were already up past two am, what's the worst that could happen.

"Sure thing."

"Cool. You're the perfectest."

I was about to comment on how that wasn't a word, then decided that it
wasn't worth arguing with the inebriated. The gully wasn't far from where
we were, and we got there in less than ten minutes. I pulled into the same
spot as last time and Elliott climbed into the back of the Jeep and lay
down to look at the stars. I smiled and climbed in next to him. The bed of
the Jeep was a small one, and my entire left side was pressed against his
right. I heard him sigh contentedly, and I looked at the stars for the
first time.

The northern lights were out tonight, and they cast a dazzling show in the
sky. There was no noise, just the quite sounds of nature; the soft creek,
the faint buzzing of insects, and the swish of wind in the trees. Elliott
was right, this really was a cool place to be. The perfectest, I might even
say.

"I love you Dev." It was said faintly, and I almost didn't hear it since I
was so lost in the skies. I looked left and into his eyes. "I love you too
Elliott, you're the best friend anyone could ever ask for."

He gave me a very sad smile and resumed looking at the sky. I kept looking
at him, because I didn't understand the sadness emanating from him. I loved
moments like this, when it was just me and him, and I had always thought he
did too. So why was he so sad now? Eventually I gave up, and returned to
star gazing.

I don't know how long we both lay there like that, but it was four am by
the time I gently nudged Elliott and we both stood and climbed into the
front seat. We had school tomorrow, and we both needed to take a nap before
the new day started. In no time at all we were at my apartment building and
I helped Elliott up the stairs and into my room. He slowly took all his
clothes off and climbed into my bed and I gave a little shake of my head
and stripped down to my boxers and climbed in behind him. I wrapped my arm
around his middle and pulled him close. His usual smell was masked by beer,
but he was still my Elliott. Forever and always, my best friend.



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