Date: Sun, 6 May 2018 23:48:42 +0000
From: Micah Allen <Coqkilla@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Bully Wins Chapter 10

THE BULLY WINS: CHAPTER 10
by Micah Allen

"Wanna spend the night, Joshy Boi?"

The question seemed to linger in the cool evening air, as if it had been
caught in a circulating breeze. Hunter puffed smoke from his lips as he
stared out at the sky. Josh didn't know how to answer. He wanted to scream
"yes" but he couldn't get the word out right away. He hated going home,
he'd never go back there again if he could get away with it. The only
person he cared about in that house was his younger brother, Max. But right
now that didn't even matter. He only cared about spending time with Hunter.

"It's okay if you don't want to," Hunter said casually, filling the
silence. "I mean, it's fine if you wanna go home or whatever."

"N-no, I mean, uh, yeah, I'd like to. Spend the night, I mean," Josh
stammered. He was kicking himself internally for sounding like such a
moron.

"Cool," Hunter said simply. He threw his cigarette into a puddle near the
edge of the patio. "Let's go watch a movie."

Josh was glad to get back into the relatively warm house. He was shivering,
and Hunter laughed to himself as he led the younger boy inside. "Go get the
dryer started and then we can pick out a movie," Hunter said, shutting the
sliding door behind him. Josh nodded and headed off down the hall. He could
still hear Hunter laughing at his predicament when he reached the garage.

Since it had gotten dark outside, the small windows on the large garage
door looked slightly unnerving. Josh wondered if someone walking or driving
by would be able to see him in his underwear. Deciding not to risk it, he
left the overhead light off, opting to use the little bit of light flooding
in from the hallway as his guide. It was hard to see, but he managed to
change the laundry over into the dryer and start it before racing back
inside, the cement floor chilling the soles of his feet as he ran.

Just as he reentered the house, he had a sinking suspicion that someone was
watching him. When he looked back, there didn't seem to be anyone there
– the garage was totally empty. Weird.

When Josh returned to the living room, he was surprised to find that Hunter
wasn't there. He considered waiting for him, but figured he must be in his
bedroom. He walked down the hallway in search of him. Just as he was about
to enter his bedroom, Hunter suddenly emerged, startling the boy. "Fuck,
dude. Why so jumpy?"

"J-just...I don't know. Your house is creepy at night," Josh said.

"What? You scared, Joshy?" Hunter said with a sly grin. He pressed himself
against Josh's body, slowly pushing him against the wall of the hallway.

"N-no," Josh said, clearly lying.

"Damn. You're so nervous. I can feel you shaking," Hunter whispered in the
boy's ear.

"I'm just cold," Josh replied. "It was freezing outside, and the garage-"

"Are you scared of me, Josh?" Hunter asked. His lips had formed an innocent
sort of smile, and Josh couldn't help but feel intimidated by it.

"Maybe a little," Josh said. "I mean, I'm new to all of this...sex
stuff..."

Hunter frowned and backed off a little. "I was just messing with you,
dude. You don't have to get all serious. All houses can be creepy at night,
but if it really freaks you out, just stay with me and I'll protect you."

The last part sounded vaguely patronizing, and it made Josh regret speaking
up at all. "I'm fine," he said simply.

"Okay dude. Anyway, figured you'd want to take a shower to warm up."

"I'm fine-" Josh started to say again, but the look on Hunter's face made
him think otherwise. The older boy's eyebrows were raised in a suggestive
manner. Why would he want him to take a shower? Then it dawned on him...the
`sex stuff.' He must have wanted Josh to be...ready. "Yeah, I should take
one," Josh said.

"Smart guy. Towels are already in there, dude. Come out when you're ready,"
Hunter said, heading back into his room. Jos could see that Hunter had
pulled an old television from his closet and was starting to set it up in
the far corner of his room. The thought of potentially sleeping with Hunter
ran through the boy's mind and he quickly pushed it aside.

"Hey, throw me your boxers," Hunter said, reappearing at the door. Josh was
halfway down the hall already. He stopped and turned around before
hesitantly pushing the starchy boxer shorts down his slender legs. He could
practically feel Hunter's eyes burning into him as he balled them up and
threw them over to him.

"You're gonna give them back when I'm done, right?" Josh asked nervously,
covering his genitals with his hands.

"I've got you covered, man," Hunter said with his typical arrogant smirk.

`Fucking A,' Josh thought to himself. He entered the bathroom and shut the
door behind himself. He considered locking it, but he didn't want to lock
Hunter out in case he needed to come in for whatever reason.

He looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was a mess, and he looked
generally disheveled. The stress of the day's events, mixed with his lack
of sleep from the night before were starting to make their presence known
on his body. A shower was definitely what the doctor had ordered.

It took some work to get the water in the shower tolerable to Josh's
skin. First it was way, way too hot, and the room steamed up
immediately. Then it was too cold, and Josh already had enough of that
waltzing around in his underwear. After several adjustments, Josh finally
got it right and climbed in. The water felt damn good on his body, but the
pressure was a little high, stinging his skin slightly. He grabbed the bar
of soap that was sitting on the shelf and rubbed some off on his hands,
then began lathering himself up.

Josh cleaned himself carefully, making sure to give every body part
attention. When he was almost finished, he realized that his ass probably
needed some care, `just in case.' He wasn't sure if Hunter would go there
or not, but the older boy was unpredictable, so he made sure to clean his
hole as best as he could. It was still a little tender from the events of
the previous night, but much of the discomfort had gone away throughout the
day.

As Josh gently rubbed his soapy fingers against his hole, he thought about
what he would do if Hunter really wanted to fuck him again. He didn't
totally like the idea of being treated like a girl, but he found himself
craving the attention Hunter had been giving him lately. Sure, the older
boy was probably just using him, but Josh didn't mind. It felt good being
wanted. He knew he would do whatever Hunter asked of him. It was the best
he'd felt in a long time.

When he was satisfied that he was clean enough, Josh shut off the water and
hopped out of the shower. He wrapped himself in a clean towel that was
folded neatly on a rack above the toilet. At that point he realized that
his dick had stiffened substantially, so he waited a few moments for it to
go down before nervously heading back to Hunter's room.

"Took you long enough," Hunter said. He was laying on his bed with his arms
behind his head, exposing the hair under his arms. He'd taken his shirt and
shorts off, so he was just in a pair of white boxer briefs that hugged his
body tightly. Josh selfishly thought that the dark bruise beneath his eye
made him look even more charming somehow.

"Uh, hi," Josh said awkwardly, holding the towel tightly around his
waist. He looked around the room and saw that the television had been set
up while he was in the shower. It was an old Sony TV that looked pretty old
and very heavy. There was a DVD menu on the screen.

"Usually when I invite a girl over to watch a movie we just end up
fucking," Hunter said. "Not really in the mood right now, though."

"That's fine," Josh said as coolly as possible. "I'm kinda tired."

"Yeah, me too. I figured you didn't sleep much last night either," Hunter
said, looking up at his ceiling.

"Um, hey Hunter? Can I have my boxers back?" Josh asked innocently.

Hunter smiled softly. "Just grab some of mine. Top drawer."

Josh walked over to Hunter's dresser and opened the drawer as
instructed. Socks and underwear lined the drawer in a disorganized
fashion. There was also a large open box of condoms at the front, though
most of the contents were missing. Josh gulped before picking up a pair of
black boxer briefs, similar to the ones Hunter usually wore. He held them
up and looked at them. "There's some old ones in the back, I never get rid
of my shit like I should," Hunter said. Josh put the underwear back and
searched around for an older pair. He found some white ones that looked a
little off color, and sure enough they were size small.

The boy left his towel on as he stepped into the briefs. He pulled them up
his slender legs and waited until they were on completely before removing
the towel. "Much better, dude," Hunter said. They were a little tight, but
they'd been stretched out enough that they fit snugly and comfortably on
his growing adolescent body.

Josh turned to Hunter shyly. "So what now?" he asked.

"I'm pretty fucking tired. Let's just watch a movie and go to sleep,"
Hunter said. "There's a sleeping bag under my bed." Josh felt a tinge of
disappointment, but it went away pretty quickly. Part of him was hoping
that maybe Hunter would invite him into his bed. The other part already
figured that wasn't going to happen, and was just happy to be spending the
night with his new "friend."

As Josh reached under the bed for the sleeping bag, Hunter hopped up to put
in a movie. He grabbed one off of his shelf and squatted down to put it
into the DVD player. Josh side-eyed the older boy's ass from a
distance. When Hunter stood again, Josh turned back to the bed. There was a
lot of junk stored under the bed, but eventually Josh pulled out the
sleeping bag. As he pulled it out, something was dragged alongside it: a
handgun.

"Dude, be careful," Hunter said, noticing the gun next to Josh's feet. He
quickly leaned over the boy and picked it up. "Sorry, shoulda grabbed the
sleeping bag myself." He climbed back onto his bed and reached behind it,
placing the handgun on the floor behind it.

"Why do you have a gun?" Josh asked casually, unrolling the sleeping bag
onto the floor.

"It's for protection," Hunter said, laying back down onto the bed. "Gotta
keep my Joshy safe."

Josh laughed at the joke. He decided not to push the issue any further. If
Hunter wanted to talk about the gun, he'd talk about it. That's just how he
was.

After Josh had the sleeping bag sprawled out, Hunter threw down one of the
pillows from his bed. Josh caught it and placed it at the open end. Once
his bedding was in place, he climbed into the sleeping bag and zipped it
up. He placed his head down onto Hunter's pillow – it was soft and
smelled just like him. Hunter started the movie; it was Fast and the
Furious, one of the earlier ones. Josh had seen it before at Brian's
house. "I've seen this one a thousand times. So many hot chicks, dude,"
Hunter said. He got up one more time to go shut the bedroom light off
before getting back into bed.

Hunter was right, there were a lot of scantily clad women in the movie and
all of them were hot. There were also some hot guys as well. Josh couldn't
help but rub his stiffy as the movie went on. After a while he sensed
Hunter doing the same thing up on his bed. Eventually, though, sleep crept
in and Josh passed out.

The sound of the sliding door to the patio caused Josh to stir. He rubbed
his eyes and tried to look around. The television had been turned off and
it was clearly very late. He heard the familiar sound of a lighter coming
from outside. Hunter had stepped out for a cigarette.

Josh tossed and turned, trying to get back to sleep but it was too
challenging. Eventually Hunter came back inside and climbed back into his
bed. Josh could smell the cigarette smoke coming back inside with him. "You
awake, kid?" Hunter asked quietly.

"Yeah," Josh said softly. "What time is it?"

"It's almost two o'clock. I can't fuckin' sleep," Hunter said.

"Me either," Josh said. For a while they were both silent. Feeling brave,
Josh eventually asked a question that had been plaguing him all along. "Why
do you like...doing stuff with me?"

Hunter was quiet for a minute. "I don't know. Why?"

"Just a question," Josh said. He felt defeated, like Hunter wasn't going to
answer, but the older boy finally spoke up.

"I guess because you like it, and I can tell you like it," he
explained. "Sometimes girls act like they want you but all they want is
attention. I could tell you actually wanted me, which makes it kinda fun I
guess."

"How'd you know I wanted you?" Josh asked. "I didn't even know..."

"So you admit it, finally, huh?" Hunter laughed.

"I just mean...I don't hate it, I guess," the boy replied.

"I'm pretty good at reading people," Hunter said. "Plus you get a boner
every time you're around me. And as much as I tease, you could poke an eye
out with that thing, so it's pretty fucking obvious."

"Oh," Josh sighed. He couldn't honestly deny it as he was hard at that very
moment.

"Any other deep questions, kid? Now's your chance."

"The deal with Brian..."

"Next question," Hunter said sharply.

"Why?" Josh asked.

"Because you'll find out soon enough and I don't want to talk about
it. What else you got?"

Disappointed, Josh thought for a moment. "What about your friends?"

"What about them?"

"Why do you want them messing around with me, too? Isn't that sorta..."

"Gay?" Hunter said, sitting upright. "Look, they're my brothers. I'd die
for either of those knuckleheads. Vince is a horny little shit, if you
haven't noticed, and he's also a fucking virgin."

"He is?" Josh asked, surprised. "No way."

"Yeah, you lost your cherry before he did, and I'm sure it hurts him pretty
fucking badly even if he won't admit it. If you didn't notice, he's pretty
bad at talking to girls," Hunter said.

"I noticed," Josh said. He thought back to the party when Vince was
striking out with Sarah's friend Jasmine.

"I try to help him, but he can't control himself. Honestly I didn't expect
him to be so open to messing around with a dude, but I'm happy to share my
toys if it gets him off," Hunter said.

"He's a little mean sometimes," Josh said.

Hunter laughed and jumped off the bed. He crawled down to where Josh was
and straddled him on top of his sleeping bag. "I'm a little mean sometimes
too, Joshy," he said in an evil voice. Josh could feel his entire weight
crushing his body, and it made it difficult to breathe. He felt trapped.

"Hunter, s-stop," Josh breathed.

Hunter relented a little, laughing wickedly. "What else you got, kid? Ask
away."

Josh thought for a moment. "What about Mark?"

"What about him?"

"You wanted me to...do stuff with him...but I don't think he likes it that
much," Josh said.

Hunter considered the statement. "Mark's been my best bud since we were
kids. We grew up together. We get each other. He's hung up on Teri because
he thinks she's better than him," Hunter explained. He hopped off the
ground and onto his feet, placing one foot lightly on top of Josh's
stomach. Josh could see him folding his arms, looking around the moonlit
room. "Mark's a tough guy. He doesn't like to admit when I'm right, but I'm
right on this one. Having someone you can fuck around with whenever you
want is pretty fucking cool."

"And I'm really the one you want to fuck around with?"

Hunter brought his foot down to Josh's crotch and applied pressure, causing
the boy to sigh. "This faggy shit appeals to you, right? So why are you
questioning it so much? Just let it happen, dude."

"It's just so...confusing," Josh said. "I like girls, and..."

"...and boys, right?" Hunter asked, knowing the answer. He rubbed his foot
in a circular motion against Josh's crotch. The boy's boner was
unmistakable, even through the thick sleeping bag.

"I guess," Josh said quietly.

"No, not boys. You like men, Joshy," Hunter clarified, increasing the
pressure in his foot. "You like men like me, Mark, and Vince. Admit it."

"I don't-"

"Admit it, Josh," the older boy ordered. He stopped circulating his foot
and just held it against Josh's crotch.

"F-fine, I like men," Josh relented. "I like doing this stuff with you
guys. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it."

"That's right, Joshy," Hunter said. He crouched back down onto the floor
and started unzipping Josh's sleeping bag. Once it was unzipped, he flung
it open, revealing the younger boy beneath. He gently rubbed the boy's
chest, tracing his fingers from nipple to nipple. "I made you into a man
last night, but you still act like a boy. Wanna touch a real man's body?
Feel." He grabbed Josh's hand and brought it up to his own stomach. Josh
swallowed hard as he felt up Hunter's hot, hard body.

"Hunter..." Josh whispered.

"Yeah, that's right boy, you like sayin' my name," Hunter said
lowly. "Touch me. You know you want to."

Josh brought his hand down slowly to the fabric of Hunter's boxer
briefs. He stopped for a moment, running his finger along the edge. He
could feel Hunter's body respond, the feeling of Josh's fingertips clearly
exciting the older boy. He ran his fingers down the front of Hunter's
boxers, running them along the outline of his rigid penis.

"I knew this would happen. I knew it from the moment I met you," Hunter
whispered. "Grab it. Grab it hard."

Josh did as he was told, wrapping his fingers around the cloth-covered
erection. He gripped it as hard as he could; it felt massive in his
hand. He wanted to yank the older boy's underwear down as urgently as he
could, but he was also enjoying the moment. Hunter was clearly doing the
same.

"How's your ass doin', by the way?" Hunter asked out of nowhere. Josh could
feel his face turn red. He was glad that Hunter couldn't see it in the
dark.

"It's...better, I think," Josh responded uncomfortably.

"Did you check it in the shower?"

"Y-yes," Josh answered.

"Cool," Hunter said. "I probably coulda gone a little easier on you last
night but I was impatient."

"It's okay," Josh said. "I can handle it."

"Can you, Josh? Damn, you might wanna be careful, saying shit like that,"
Hunter said with a laugh. "I'd fuck you right now but I'm pretty fucking
tired." He rubbed himself through his boxers. "There is something else I
wanna try, though," he said.

"What's that?" Josh asked innocently.

"You ever eat a pussy, Joshy Boi?" Hunter asked. Something in his voice
gave the younger boy goosebumps.

"N-no," Josh said.

"That sucks. It's soooo hot, dude. Licking her clit and making her
squirm. Fuck," Hunter said with a sigh. "Getting a chick to cum is probably
the greatest feeling in the world."

"Sounds pretty hot," Josh said. He wasn't really sure where this was going.

"I wonder if..." Hunter said, trailing off. He backed off of Josh's body
and grabbed him by his ankles. Josh lost his breath as he felt Hunter raise
his legs up against his chest. "Hold them up for me, Joshy," Hunter
ordered. Josh did as he was told, but he was scared. He felt vulnerable
with his ass pointed upward. What was Hunter planning?

"Hunter," Josh heard himself whisper.

"Yeah, who owns you, Josh?" Hunter replied. He gripped the boy by his hips
and sank his fingers into the waistband of his underwear. With one swoop,
he had them off of the boy's butt and up his thighs, right next to where
Josh was holding his legs. Josh shook as the older boy leaned and gently
licked along his ass cheek. He could feel his hot breath against his hole.

"Hunter, please don't," Josh pleaded softly.

"You want me to stop?" Hunter asked. He moved to Josh's other ass cheek and
licked it gently.

"Y-yes," Josh whimpered.

"Okay," Hunter replied. "I'll stop...when I'm done." He leaned in and stuck
his tongue right against Josh's asshole, eliciting a deep moan from the
younger boy's throat. Josh had never felt anything like it before in his
short life, and couldn't help but tremble as Hunter started working his
tongue all around the boy's hole. He was thankful that he'd been sensible
enough to wash himself well in the shower.

"Hunter!" Josh moaned, gripping the soft material of the sleeping bag
beneath him. Hunter reached up and covered the boy's mouth with his hand.

"Shut the fuck up. Ma's gonna be home any time," Hunter commanded. He
couldn't help but smirk as the younger boy whimpered beneath him. He
immediately shoved his tongue back into the boy's ass and began eating his
hole deeply.

"I can't...please stop..." Josh begged. Despite his pleas, he did nothing
to fight off the older boy's advances, and his erection became almost
painfully hard as it rubbed against the underwear that had been pulled up
to his thighs.

"You're still a little puffy. I bet I could fuck you if I wanted to,
though," Hunter said lowly before continuing to lap at Josh's hole. "You
like that, Joshy? You like it when I eat your boi pussy?"

"Y-yes!" Josh whined. He found himself to be a little disappointed as
Hunter backed off of his ass. He watched through the moonlight as Hunter
stood up and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs,
lowering them slowly. He could hear the slapping sound of Hunter's dick
smacking against his belly as it was freed from its cotton constraints.

Hunter knelt down in front of the boy and pressed his dick up against his
hole. He then spit a big wad of saliva down onto his cock, rubbing it with
his thumb until it was entirely slick. He rubbed some of the spit into the
crack of Josh's ass.

Elsewhere in the house, a door slammed shut. Hunter's mom had come
home. Josh was about to speak, but Hunter covered his mouth again. "Don't
let her hear you, Joshy," Hunter said with a mischievous grin that
practically sparkled in the darkness. "Don't get me in trouble, dude."

Josh breathed heavily into the palm of Hunter's warm hand as he felt the
older boy's dick line up with his asshole. His eyes widened as Hunter began
pushing in gently. The rebellious teen was smiling brightly as he teased
the younger boy with his big dick.

"Damn. Not gonna lie, I probably would've fucked you if my mom hadn't come
home," Hunter whispered into Josh's ear. "There's no way she wouldn't hear
us, though. Let's just go to bed." He removed his hand from Josh's mouth
and hopped up off of him before climbing into his bed. Josh was left with
his hand-me-down boxers still at his thighs and a massive hard on resting
on his belly.

"Hunter..." Josh said quietly.

"Yeah, dude?" Hunter replied.

"When you have girls over...do you make them sleep on the floor?"

Hunter snickered at the question. "No," he said. "I never let them sleep
over."

Josh felt the familiar tingling of butterflies in his stomach again. The
statement made him think that perhaps he meant more to the older boy than
he realized. Were they truly becoming real friends? After a few minutes of
silence, the two boys fell into a deep sleep.

When Josh awoke, he was surprised to feel the warmth of the sun enrobing
his body through the sleeping bag. Normally he was up before the sun was at
its fullest. He checked the time on his phone – it was already 9:00!

The boy jumped up onto his knees and saw Hunter still asleep on his bed. He
was laying on his stomach, his firm ass sticking up in the air. Josh shook
him gently. "Hunter, dude," he whispered. "Wake up. We slept through your
alarm!"

Hunter stirred gently, stretching his arms out. "I didn't set it," he said,
still sounding tired.

"We're gonna be late for school," Josh complained.

Hunter snickered. "We're not going," he said. "Go back to sleep."

Josh was confused, but didn't want to argue with an exhausted Hunter. Still
pretty tired himself, he crawled back into his sleeping back and willed
himself back to sleep for a while. Eventually the sound of Hunter stirring
woke him up again. When he opened his eyes, Hunter was standing near his
dresser, searching through his drawers.

"What time is it?" Josh asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Almost 11," the older boy replied. He was wearing a tight red muscle tee
and gray athletic shorts. When he found what he was looking for, he tossed
it to Josh. It was a small pair of black Nike gym shorts. "Time to get up
and go, Morris," he said with a smile.

Josh sat upward and removed his legs from the sleeping bag. He felt
Hunter's eyes on him as he slipped on the athletic shorts. They were pretty
snug on his body. "Do you got a shirt?" Josh asked.

"You don't need one. The sun's out," Hunter said dismissively, reaching his
hand down. Josh took it firmly and allowed himself to be pulled to his
feet. He wanted to complain about not having a shirt for their run, but he
didn't want to whine any more than he already had.

Josh slipped on his sneakers and grabbed his phone. He was surprised to see
that there was a text from his mom. "Have fun," it read. He realized he
hadn't even bothered to let his parents know he wasn't coming home that
night. When he checked his message log, however, he saw that there was a
text sent from his phone reading "spending the night at a friend's
house. Love you." He felt a lump in his throat as he came to the
realization that Hunter had sent that text from his phone.

"What's up? You coming?" Hunter asked, standing at the doorway.

"N-nothing, yeah, let's go," Josh said, putting his phone on Hunter's
dresser. He finished tying his shoes before following the older teen into
the hallway.

The air felt chilly against Josh's skin as soon as he stepped out through
the door. The sun was out, but the weather still hadn't warmed up enough
for it to really get warm. "So what do we do, Runner Boy? We gotta do some
gay ass stretches or something?" Hunter teased.

"You don't stretch before a workout?" Josh asked.

"Not really," Hunter said flatly.

Josh sighed. He started showing Hunter some basic stretches that he often
used to do before a run. He tried explaining what a lot of stretches were
for but Hunter wasn't really paying much attention, despite replicating the
stretches correctly. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hamstrings are stretched and all
that shit. Can we run now?" Hunter finally asked impatiently.

"F-fine," Josh said, just as Hunter took off down the sidewalk. Josh rolled
his eyes in defeat and followed the older boy like a loyal
puppy. Eventually he caught up to Hunter, and the pair moved to the edge of
the street since there was more room and very little traffic.

The pair zig-zagged around the neighborhood, with Hunter leading the way
most of the time. Josh wasn't totally familiar with this part of town, so
he was comfortable letting the older boy show him around. Eventually the
sweat and sun had warmed up his skin, so he didn't even worry about the
fact that he was missing his shirt. They kept a steady pace, and Josh
realized how much he missed running every day.

After a while, Hunter started slowing down. Josh noticed him huffing and
puffing, and eventually he had to stop, bending over to catch his
breath. "Don't say it," he said, breathing hard.

"Hunter..." Josh said.

"Josh. Don't."

"The smoking...you gotta-"

"Fuck! What did I just say?" Hunter yelled, kicking a rock at the younger
boy's feet. Josh couldn't help but laugh.

"That you, Bailey?" a voice called from behind the pair. They both turned
around to see a police car slowly rolling up next to them. Josh felt a
little nervous.

"Fuck do you want, Rocky?" Hunter asked, recognizing the officer at the
wheel. Josh could see that the cop was young, probably in his 20s, with
colorful tattoos all over his tanned, muscular arms. He had sunglasses over
his eyes and some light facial hair on his face. The word "studly" came to
mind when Josh saw him, but he tried to dismiss the thought. It wasn't
right for a boy to look at an adult like that.

"You little bitch, I should pull you in right now for skipping school," the
officer said gruffly. Hunter just rolled his eyes. "Who's the kid?"

"His name's Josh. Josh Morris," Hunter said.

"He looks young," the officer said, removing his sunglasses. Josh noticed
he had extremely intense eyes. They reminded him of somebody. "You out here
corrupting the youth of today, Bailey?"

Hunter snickered. "That's irony if I ever heard it, Rocky," he replied.

"Ouch. That hurts. Hop in," he said.

Hunter looked at Josh and nodded to the car, instructing him to get in. The
officer got out and opened the door, allowing the pair to crawl
inside. Josh felt weird – he'd never been inside a cop car before.

"Are we in trouble?" Josh asked Hunter as quietly as he could.

"You are," Hunter whispered to the boy. He flicked one of Josh's nipples
and laughed. Josh covered his sweaty chest with his hands as the car moved
forward.

Josh listened to the officer speak into his radio periodically, but never
did he mention anything about picking up a pair of class-skipping
teens. Hunter kept lightly touching Josh's body, first the outside of his
leg, near the hem of his shorts. He also kept pinching Josh's nipples. "You
cold?" he whispered with a sly grin, acknowledging the fact that the boy's
nipples had gotten hard. Josh kept shoving the teen's hands away, scared
that the officer would look back and see them. The man had put his
sunglasses back on, so Josh couldn't tell where he was looking through the
rearview mirror.

Eventually the vehicle pulled up in front of Hunter's house. "Let's go,"
Hunter said to the boy.

"We're really not in trouble?" Josh asked the officer as he climbed out of
the car.

"How cute," the officer said with a laugh. "No, I don't bust my brother's
friends if I can help it. Take it easy, kids. And stay off the fuckin'
streets."

"His brother?" Josh said, shutting the door behind himself.

"You're gonna tell me who keeps giving you those black eyes one of these
days, Bailey," the officer shouted through the open window of the passenger
door. Hunter threw his middle finger up as the car sped off, turning at the
end of the street.

"That's Mark's older brother, Rocky," Hunter said, lighting up a
cigarette. He sarcastically offered the smoke to Josh, who passed it
up. "He's a douche."

"He coulda busted us and didn't, though," Josh said. Hunter just shrugged.

"He busts my balls enough to make up for it," Hunter said. "You wanna fuck
him?" he asked, staring directly into Josh's eyes.

"N-no," Josh stammered.

"Relax, dude. You're so easy to rile up. That guy thinks he's Rocky Balboa,
hence the nickname," Hunter explained. Josh had no idea who that
was. "Enough of the fucking cardio. Let me finish my smoke and we can go
lift some weights. You're looking a little scrawny."

Josh looked down at his body self-consciously. Hunter just laughed.

Once the older teen was done with his cigarette, he flicked it to the
ground and the pair went inside. "Ma sleeps `til the afternoon, so keep
your voice down," Hunter said. Josh remembered that she was a waitress who
worked nights at a local hot spot. They went out to the garage and Josh
felt a little intimidated by all of the workout equipment.

"Okay, I'm gonna start you out with really basic shit," Hunter said,
leading the boy to the weight bench. "I'll start you off with lighter
weights and you can work your way up to the heavier ones. Since you're a
runner, you really don't need to get big like me. If you come over every
day or so though, your body will thank you for it."

Hunter started the boy off with some light bench presses. Even though he
wasn't in bad shape, Josh had a difficult time sustaining proper form and
it caused him to struggle through the instruction. Hunter did his best to
correct him and worked him through a series of basic arm
workouts. Eventually Josh was starting to get the hang of it.

At some points, Hunter would swap places with Josh to let the boy
rest. Josh was in awe as he watched Hunter lift. His muscles were usually
kept under a leather jacket, and until recently, Josh wouldn't have ever
guessed that Hunter was built like was. He was stacked without being overly
muscular, and Josh couldn't help but get a boner watching him. It didn't
help that Hunter had thrown his shirt to the ground at some point,
revealing his broad, toned chest and stomach.

Late into the workout, when Josh was leaning back on the bench, he couldn't
help but stare at Hunter's crotch. The older boy had been spotting him, and
smirked when he realized what Josh was doing. "Kid, you're going to be a
pain in the ass, aren't you? Never had a gym buddy check out my junk so
much."

"I'm sorry!" Josh exclaimed, when he realized he'd been caught.

Hunter tugged at his dick through his shorts. "Oh well. You worked pretty
hard today. I guess I'll give you a reward." He brought his crotch down to
Josh's face and let his bulge rest against the boy's head. Josh held onto
the bar above him and lifted himself upward so he could place his face
between Hunter's meaty thighs. He normally wasn't so bold, but working up a
sweat with the hunky rebel had worked him up.

"Dude, you're so boned right now," Hunter teased, pointing out the tent in
Josh's shorts. "I knew you'd like this shit. Called it from day one." He
stood back a bit and started pulling his shorts down his muscular
legs. Josh could see a big wet patch in Hunter's underwear where he had
been working up a sweat. Hunter's dick was starting to grow and he teased
Josh by placing his erection right up against the boy's face. Josh inhaled
deeply as he felt the older boy's hardness through his boxers.

"Such a little slut," Hunter teased. He then turned and walked away from
the boy, leaving him hanging. When he returned, he had something in his
hand. "Turn over," Hunter ordered, walking to the opposite side of the
weight bench. Josh nervously did as he was told, flipping onto his front
side. His sweaty skin felt sticky and slightly uncomfortable against the
material of the bench.

Josh looked behind himself to see Hunter pulling his underwear down his
legs, revealing his huge boner. The older boy then got up close behind josh
and slapped his dick against the boy's butt. "Pull your shorts down for me,
boy," Hunter ordered. "Slowly." Josh reached back and timidly started
pulling the back of his shorts and underwear down, revealing his small,
round ass to the older boy. He could feel Hunter's eyes drilling a hole in
him as he exposed himself. Hunter leaned in and licked his cheeks briefly
before yanking his shorts down, apparently growing tired of the teasing.

Josh could see that Hunter had a bottle in his hand; it was clearly the
same lube he'd brought to his house just a few nights prior.

"Hunter," Josh said nervously. "What about your mom?"

"If you're quiet, she won't hear you," Hunter replied, rubbing some lube
onto his fingers. Josh jumped as he felt Hunter's fingers suddenly probing
the entrance to his ass. "Don't wake her up, Joshy." Josh covered his mouth
with his forearm to keep from making any noise.

Even though Josh had mostly recovered from losing his virginity earlier in
the week, his hole still felt tight around Hunter's finger. Even more so
when a second finger was added, then a third. "I don't think I can do this,
Hunter," Josh whined.

"But you're going to," Hunter clarified. After fingering the boy for a
moment, he removed his fingers. Josh could feel the weight bench shake
slightly as Hunter straddled the end of it, lining the head of his cock up
against Josh's entrance. He could hear the slick sound of Hunter applying
lube to penis before he started pushing it against the boy's tight
hole. Josh groaned loudly, and Hunter gave his ass a hard slap. "Shut up,
Joshy," Hunter grunted.

"It hurts," Josh complained.

"It's going to hurt a lot more if you don't keep quiet," Hunter
commanded. He kept pushing, forcing Josh to groan into his
forearm. Eventually he had his dick all the way inside the boy. "I'm all
the way in. You ready, Joshy?" Hunter whispered. He didn't wait for a reply
before he began bucking his hips, pulling his dick out and then immediately
pushing it back in. He started with small motions but after a few seconds
he was already fucking the boy hard. The weight bench shook with every
thrust, and pretty soon the older teen had worked himself into a steady
rhythm.

"Hunterrr," Josh whined, as he felt his ass being assaulted by his one-time
bully. It didn't hurt nearly as much as it had before, but the feeling of
being filled up by Hunter's big dick was intense and overwhelming. He
couldn't help but moan sharply with every thrust of Hunter's hips. He could
feel the older boy's sweaty nuts hitting against him as he began to pick up
speed, slamming his cock deep inside him.

Hunter gripped the boy's hips roughly. He was now grunting with every
stroke. "You're so fuckin' tight, kid," he said gruffly. "I'm still worked
up from last night. I'm gonna fill you with cum."

"Fuck!" Josh choked. He could feel his hard dick pressed tightly against
the weight bench, and the friction was bringing him to the verge of
cumming, too.

Hunter gripped the boy by his sides near his ribcage and brought him upward
so he was up on his knees. He aimed his dick upward as well, so he could
press the boy's back against his own chest and stomach. He wrapped his arm
around Josh's chest, and the boy gripped his bicep for support.

"Yeah, you like that, huh Joshy?" Hunter said, slowing the movement of his
hips, grinding into the boy in a circular motion.

"Y-yeah," Josh gasped. His dick was rock hard and leaking pre-cum all over
the surface of the weight bench.

"Show me you like it, Joshy," Hunter whispered in his ear. He had his chin
planted firmly against Josh's shoulder, and he was looking down at the
boy's boner with a strange inquisitiveness. "Cum for me."

Josh didn't need to be told twice as he urgently grabbed his hard, aching
cock and stroked himself. Hunter began fucking him swiftly again, hitting
the spot deep inside the boy that sent him into an almost immediate
orgasm. Josh moaned loudly as he blew his load all the way across the
weight bench, some of his cum landing on the floor clear on the other side.

As Josh blew his load, his asshole tightened against Hunter's big dick. The
older boy moaned into Josh's shoulder as he came deep inside his
asshole. Josh could feel the teen's dick spasm deep within him, and both of
them seemed to fall instantly into a sweaty heap on the bench.

"Fuck," Hunter said after they had both caught their breath. "That was
good." He pulled his dick from Josh's asshole, the process of which felt
super uncomfortable to the younger boy. He felt empty when Hunter was out,
and just sat quietly on his knees as he heard the older boy pull up his
shorts and underwear, the waistband of his boxers snapping against his
skin.

"Damn, you really fucked that thing up," Hunter said, pointing out the mess
of sweat and cum that covered the weight bench. "Wipe it down and come
inside. I'm gonna go take a shower." He grabbed his muscle tee from the
floor and threw it into the wash before heading in.

After Hunter had reentered the house, Josh finally eased himself off of the
bench, his skin sticking to its surface as he pulled away. He pulled up his
shorts and grabbed a towel from the wall that had the washer and
dryer. There was also a spray bottle of water sitting on a shelf, so Josh
used that to clean up the mess they had made on the weight bench and
surrounding floor. Once it was all cleaned up, he put the bottle back on
the shelf and threw the towel into the hamper that sat next to the
washer. It was then that he noticed a neat little pile of clothes sitting
next to the dryer – they were HIS clothes. Someone had folded them up
for him. Could it have been Hunter's mom? He wondered what she must have
thought, seeing some random boy's clothes in her dryer.

When Josh went back inside, he saw a woman in a pink robe through the
doorway to the kitchen, which was the last room at the end of the
hallway. "That you Hunter?" the woman asked when Josh closed the door
behind him. He nearly choked, afraid the woman would see his disheveled
appearance and wonder what he had been doing with her son just moments
earlier.

"Uh, hi," Josh said quietly as the woman emerged into the hallway. Her
brown hair was frazzled and she was covered in wrinkles. Josh couldn't
place her age beyond "old" but figured she might be younger than she
looked.

"Well hi there," the woman said sweetly. She had some kind of accent, like
the people on Jersey Shore. "You must be the friend Hunter had over last
night."

"Y-yes, I'm Josh," the boy said innocently. He felt uncomfortable as the
woman swiftly approached him and grabbed his cheeks gently.

"I'm Mrs. Bailey, you can call me Ma," the woman said. She was a very fast
talker. "All of Hunter's friends call me that. The people at the diner,
too. What's your last name, Josh? Do I know your parents?"

"Morris," the boy said.

"Morris! Helen Morris is your mom? Wait, no, no, no, her son died. Eileen
Morris? That's it, right?" the woman said ecstatically. "And your dad is
Willy or Bob something-or-other?"

Josh was overwhelmed by the lady's erratic behavior. "Y-yes, Eileen is my
mom and Bill is my dad," Josh said.

"Okay! I know them! They come to the diner all the time, but never
together..." the woman trailed off. "Nevermind! It's not important. How are
you, hun? You hungry?" The woman grabbed Josh by his sweaty arm and
practically yanked him into the kitchen. She started clumsily opening and
closing cupboards, pulling out whatever ingredients she could see. "I'm
making myself a sandwich. Tuna and mayo and mustard and, uh, tomato. I
think. And lettuce. But, oh, I'm out of bread, so I'll use tortillas. Make
a quesadilla instead. Pepperjack and cheddar. You want one? You think
Hunter wants one? Growing boys, growing boys," the woman said. Josh thought
about answering but couldn't get a word in.

Ma continued her desperate search through the kitchen as Josh waited. He
could see bags under her eyes and bruises on her arms. "So how did you meet
Hunter?" the woman asked, throwing several tortillas onto a long stretch of
paper towels.

Josh took a breath, worn out by the woman's talk. "We have some classes
together," he lied.

"Do you know Vince? Do you like him? He's a loud one, ain't he?" she
laughed. "Such a good boy, though. And Mark. You'll love Mark. You're
probably already friends with them, right? What am I saying? Sorry, I don't
mean to ramble, but I work nights so I don't get to see Hunter
anymore. They grow up too fast. He doesn't come home much on the
weekends. Never did get along with his father. Bless his heart. Two peas in
a pod, those boys. Never could get along."

"Uhhh, I like Mark, and Vince," Josh said.

"Good boys, those two. Mark's Italian. His whole family. You know his
mother is a fantastic cook. I never had her cooking but it's all anyone
talks about when they come to the diner. `You should hire Patsy! Patsy's a
great cook!' Oh, please. Those Italians are making carbonara in the womb
now. Have you heard that? I think there's something in the water over
there. I'm not impressed," Ma continued breathlessly. "And that Vince. Poor
thing. Such a troubled kid. Just wants to be like his friends. Such a
sweetheart. Kid has a mouth on him, that's for damn sure, but a good
kid. His parents are sweethearts. They love that kid. He's a good kid, like
my Hunter."

"Y-yeah," Josh said. "They're all really cool. Uh, you must be really close
with Hunter."

"Did he say that? Did Hunter say that? Well, bless his heart, I love my boy
so much. I wish he'd come around more, I only see him here and there
nowadays, always doing homework with his friends or lifting weights. He's
my baby boy, my only son," she rattled on.

"Y-yeah, we've been hanging out a lot," Josh said. At this point he was
just trying to stop the woman from running out of oxygen. "We went to a
party Saturday, and, uh..."

"Oh no, no, no Josh, don't let his father hear that," the woman said,
throwing something into the microwave. Josh couldn't focus on what she was
doing anymore. "I mean he's not here. You're safe. Did I scare you? Don't
worry, he's a good man. No, he doesn't want his boy out at parties or doing
drugs. He's `old-school' as you kids say nowadays. They fight a lot, those
two. Very similar personalities. They got into a fight just the other
night. Sunday night. Did Hunter tell you that one? Real loud talkers, those
two. Tom hadn't seen his boy in, what was it, three weeks? Neither of us
had. But it's okay. I know my boy, he's out there having a good time. Well,
you know, he gets into his fair share of trouble, he's a teenager, I say!
But Tom is old-school, like I said. Are your parents like that Josh? Are
they old-school?"

"Ma! You chewin' Joshy's ears off already? You just met the kid," Hunter
said, emerging into the room. Josh was relieved to see him. His hair was
glistening.

"Oh, Hunter, my baby," the woman said, running to her son and throwing her
arms around him dramatically. "You're home so early. Did you stay home from
school again? Are you still sick?" She threw her hand onto Hunter's
forehead to check his temperature. She then turned to Josh, "My boy was
sick yesterday, after his fight with his dad. Y'know, the crud's going
around. It's flu season."

"Mhm," Josh said, eyeing the mark beneath Hunter's eye.

"Ma, leave the boy alone. Joshy needs to hit the showers after our
work-out," Hunter said.

"Wait, wait, wait! I made you some quesadillas. Wait a minute," Ma said,
frantically running over to the microwave. She pulled the paper towels out
and handed one to each of the boys. The food smelled amazing. Josh suddenly
realized how hungry he was as he hadn't eaten anything all day. "Dig in!"
Ma said, throwing her hands together. Josh scarfed his down in a matter of
bites.

"Okay, okay, you fed him, Ma. Mission accomplished," Hunter said. He turned
to the young boy. "Left the water running for you," he said, nodding at the
entrance to the hallway. Josh thanked the woman for the food before leaving
the room. "Any time, hun! Nice to meet you!" she said gleefully. Having
avoided any awkward conversations about being shirtless, wearing Hunter's
shorts, or leaving his own clothes in the woman's dryer, Josh felt like he
was walking away from the encounter mostly unscathed.

When Josh was done with his shower, he could hear male voices from
somewhere in the house. They weren't too loud, but they sounded
familiar. He dried himself off and threw on his clean clothes. He thought
about leaving Hunter's old shorts and boxers on the floor, but decided to
bring them out with him. When he exited the steamy bathroom, he could hear
Vince's laugh carrying from Hunter's room.

"Where the fuck were you guys today?" Vince teased as Josh entered the
room. He was seated on Hunter's bed, with Mark sitting next to him. Both of
them had their backpacks on the floor near the bed. "I missed you,
Morris. Your mouth, anyway." He laughed like it was the most hilarious
thing anyone had ever said.

"Keep it down, dickhead, my head hurts," Hunter warned. Vince ceased
laughing and threw his hands up apologetically. While he was distracted,
Josh dropped Hunter's clothes onto the floor. He didn't want to be teased
about wearing them.

"We brought your homework," Mark said, grabbing his bag from the floor. He
reached into it and grabbed a few binders and papers, handing them off to
Hunter.

"Thanks, dude," Hunter said, sifting through the paperwork.

"Vince has yours, Josh," Mark said. He kicked the shorter boy in the shin.

"Fuck, hold on, I have it," Vince said. He pulled some items from his bag
and handed them to Josh.

"You really got my homework for me?" Josh asked in a surprised voice as he
looked over the math and history assignments he had been handed.

"I mighta," Vince said smugly. "Even got your books from your locker. You
owe me for it, though." Josh found himself nodding. He was shocked anyone
would go out of their way for him like that. He didn't even think to
question Vince on how he was able to get into his locker.

"So how was school?" Hunter asked in a bored tone. He picked the sleeping
bag up from the floor and started rolling it up.

"Lame as fuck," Mark said. "Oh, a girl went missing. Olivia something. From
Josh's class, I think."

Josh for a minute. "Olivia Turner?" he asked. He knew her. She was a
heavyset girl who used to sit next to him in social studies back in 8th
grade.

"Yeah, that's it," Mark said, sifting through his bag again. "Nobody saw
her since Sunday."

"She probably just ran away," Hunter said. He sat down on the carpet,
setting out his textbooks. "I mean, who doesn't want to get out of this
place? I'd kill to get out of here, man."

"I don't know, dude. That girl from Brahms High went missing a few months
ago and she wasn't found, either," Mark continued. Josh had seen that girl
on the news. She was a cheerleader from the next town over. Her parents had
been on television, crying and pleading for information. Nobody ever came
forward.

"Well, that's super fucking depressing," Vince added. "Anyway, when are you
faggots coming back to school? This week has been sooo boring."

"Tomorrow," Hunter said. "Joshy and I had a pretty good day, stop bringing
us down. Are we doing this shit or what?"

Josh realized the other boys had their textbooks out as well. "We're doing
homework?" he asked.

"Yeah, we do this shit all the time," Hunter said. "And you'd better pay
attention to what you're doing because you told me the other day you were
pretty close to flunking out."

Josh solemnly opened his textbook. He hated doing homework because he
didn't understand a lot of it. It was too difficult to pay attention in
school.

The group was quiet for a few minutes as they worked on their different
assignments. Most of them didn't share many classes so it was rare that
they had the same homework. "You guys are coming to my house Friday night,
right?" Vince asked, looking up from his math book.

"Going to your house," Hunter repeated. He then looked up briefly, turning
his attention to Josh. "Boys. Listen. Remember "Movie Night"?

Vince laughed. "Fuck, how can anyone forget that? When was the last time we
had Movie Night?"

"Three years ago," Mark replied. "When we were dumb, horny kids."

"What's changed?" Vince asked, inciting a laugh from the others.

"Friday night," Hunter said. "Vince's house. We're having Movie Night
again, my dudes."

"Really? Why?" Vince asked. He then noticed where Hunter was looking. He
looked at Josh, too, and smirked. "Oh hell yeah. I get it. This is gonna be
fucking awesome!"

"Same rules as before?" Mark asked with a deep sigh. It was as if he had
wanted to argue, but stopped himself.

"Same rules," Hunter said. "No cumming `til Friday. This means you too,
Joshy."

Josh swallowed hard. He had no idea what he was in for, but he knew Friday
night would be like no other.

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Okay, I could keep tweaking this chapter for eternity, I'm never
satisfied. Hopefully it's okay! I wanted to up the weirdness a little.

SHOUT OUT to Zach with the Big D, who has been super supportive and
inspiring and, ahem, encouraging. Also THANK YOU to all the readers who
have written me. I know some of you are a little "WTF???" on this
story. Thank you for riding it out. If I missed your email I apologize!

Next time: Three days of no cumming for a group of horny teenage boys leads
to? (Jizz. The answer is jizz.)

Email me at coqkilla@hotmail.com and let me know what you think of this
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