Date: Sat, 28 Feb 2009 06:07:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mill Town Boys-13

Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION. Any similarity between my characters
and real people, places, or events is merely a coincidence. This story
contains descriptions of imagined sexual activity between teenage boys. If
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Mill Town Boys-13

"An Unlucky Number"

The members of the city council slowly raised their hands to vote on
whether or not to close the Community Center. There was stunned silence as
it became apparent that the motion had carried by one vote. I was out of a
job.

"No," Trev groaned softly as he counted the hands.

Shouts of disapproval came from the audience and the council President was
forced to bang his gavel to get order.

"I'm sorry, Derek," Mr. Clements said gently. He put his hand out and I
shook it. "You did a great job getting the folks out tonight," He said with
a small smile, "It just wasn't meant to be."

Momma gave me a sad glance, and Trevor looked as if he might cry.

"It's all right," I said to them, "it'll work out." I wasn't sure if it was
true, but our Daddy had taught Trevor and me that a man stands tall when
there's trouble. I slowly got to my feet and gave a small wave and a forced
smile to the crowd that was looking my way.

"Thanks, y'all," I said softly, as the crowd broke out in applause. "Let's
go home, Momma," I said, and I saw there were tears in her eyes.

She nodded and we were on our way.

* * * *

The mayor phoned me the next day and apologized for having to make such a
tough choice. He told me that I could finish out the two weeks until school
started, and then I would be done.

"Bastard!" I said under my breath as I hung up the phone. "Didn't even have
the balls to come over and tell me to my face."

Over the next several days, a steady stream of well wishers stopped
by. Each offered their sympathy and their thoughts on the city council's
actions. I tried to take the high road and not criticize, but honestly, I
wasn't feeling too kindly toward the council.

It was about closing time a few days later when Craig and Jared Olson came
to the office.

"Hey," one of the twins said softly.

"Hey yourself," I grinned.

"We're really sorry about them closing this place," the kid continued.

"Thanks, it's been kind of special being here. I'm glad I had a chance to
meet you guys." I tried, but couldn't keep from asking, "Um, and which one
are you again?" I laughed.

"I'm Craig," he grinned. "That dufus is Jared."

"You guys look so alike; I can never tell you apart."

"Well, we just wanted you to know we were sorry," Jared replied with a sad
look.

"Thanks, it means a lot."

"For what its worth, Dad thinks the council made a big mistake," Craig
offered.

"Well, they apparently did what they thought best."

* * * *

Trevor had stopped by several times in the days after the vote. We also
talked on the phone. But, we never worked it out for him to stay
over. Actually, I made up a few excuses so I wouldn't have to be alone with
him. I was always the strong one when there was a problem, but this time I
just couldn't do it. I knew Trevor was trying to help, and I could see the
hurt in his eyes when I didn't respond. But, it's never been easy for me to
accept other people's sympathy or kindness. I also knew I'd probably just
fall apart if we were alone. I felt like shit and really didn't want anyone
around.

* * * *

Josh, one of my friends from high school, called and talked me into going
to a party.  I don't know why I agreed, except for the fact that on some
level, I probably wanted the pain of the last few days to go away.

"It'll be like old times," he laughed.

"Yeah, I remember those times," I replied, still amazed we hadn't gotten
into more trouble than we did.

Josh had ended up working at the mill after high school. He said the work
was hard and dirty but the money was steady and it paid the bills. "It's
not bad," he said softly, but without enthusiasm.

* * * *

"Damn, it's good to see you again," I said when Josh opened the door.

"Derek, my man!" he grinned, inviting me in. "Get this man a beer!" he
yelled to no one in particular.

Moments later I had a bottle in my hand. Okay, it's still not quite legal
for me to drink, but it's only a few months away, and at that moment, I
really didn't give a shit.

Three hours later I had loosened up and was starting to having a good
time. Josh passed a joint around, and, for the first time in three years, I
took a few hits with him. The night got better after that. Within a short
time I was so smoked up, the worries of the last few days had gone away.

"So, Derek, you have a girlfriend these days?" Josh stammered, clearly lit
up from both the alcohol and the herbs.

"Naw," I grinned, "not since that bitch cheated on me and got with
Collins."

Josh laughed, "Yeah, Jessica might have been a bitch, but she did have a
fine ass!"

I smiled and had to agree.

"Speaking of ass, you remember Danny?"

"The JV running back that used to party with the team?"

"Yup, that's him," Josh drawled, "he's still around, want to go to his
place?"

"What for?" I giggled.

Josh gave me a stupid grin. "He still likes playing football." He laughed.

I shook my head, "What the fuck, he graduated, right? A year or two after
us?"

"Yeah, but he's still around. Come on," Josh said, drunkenly tugging at my
arm.

One of the other guys saw Josh reach for his car keys and quickly took them
out of his hand. "You're too fucked up!" he said with a laugh, and put them
in his pocket.

Josh protested, but couldn't get them back. He shrugged and gave me a dumb
"so what the fuck do we do now?" kind of look.

I don't remember too much after that. I think a couple of hours must have
gone by, and I woke up on the floor. There was drool on the side of my face
and I needed to take a wicked piss. My head was still foggy, but I was
slowly coming out of my stupor. As I stood with one hand on my cock and the
other propped against the bathroom wall, I let loose a solid stream,
sighing with relief. I managed to get most of it in the toilet and not on
the floor. Zipping up, I congratulated myself on my accuracy. I remembered
the sign over the urinal at the diner, "We aim to please! You aim too,
please." I laughed and flushed.

The door opened just as I was washing my hands.

"Oh, sorry," Danny said as he quickly tried to close the door.

"No problem," I mumbled, not looking up from wiping my hands dry. Then I
saw who it was, "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Oh, Josh called a couple hours ago and invited me over."

Danny took my place in front of the toilet and unzipped.

"No need to leave on my account," He said, pulling his dick out and
starting to pee.

I had gotten almost out the door but looked back. He gave me a smirk, and a
slight nod of his head, hinting that I should come back in. I looked at
Danny's rock solid build, firm chest, arms, and legs. I was fascinated, he
had been a stand out running back in school, and he still looked
fine. Staring at him, I drunkenly followed his lead.

I stepped back into the bathroom and closed the door behind me.

We both knew what was going to happen. One time, I had watched Danny get
down on all fours to give Nate Collins a blow job, and while he was busy
with that, another guy stuck his dick up Danny's ass. When there weren't
any girls at a party, Danny sometimes filled in and helped a few guys
out. He had gotten the reputation of being one of the team's party boys.

Danny finished peeing. Looking in my direction, he slowly pushed his jeans
and boxers to the floor. His ass was even better looking than when he was
in high school. I saw those tight gluts and couldn't resist. He looked into
my eyes and I reached down to my crotch.

I unzipped and pulled out my cock. "I could use a blow job!" I said simply.

Danny didn't hesitate and went right to work. He got on his knees, and took
my dick into his mouth. I once said he was talented on and off the
field. He hadn't lost any of his skills. I looked down at him with my cock
in his mouth and felt a little detached from what was going on, it was as
if my dick was on its own.

I let him suck me for maybe five minutes, and then I needed more. "Any lube
around here?"

Danny reached for his jeans and searched through several pockets. He
finally pulled out a small tube. He popped the top and squirted out a glob
of clear gel. Still on his knees, he reached back with two fingers and
dutifully slicked up his hole. Then, he gave me a grin and wrapped a
slippery hand around my cock. Stroking it a couple of times, he greased the
full length of my dick. He stood up, wiped his hands on a towel, and faced
the toilet again. This time he bent over, placed his hands on the tank and
spread his legs.

I was rock hard. I ran my hands up and down his back as I got comfortable
behind him. My cock stood out like a baseball bat. I stepped closer and it
naturally slipped into the crease of his ass. I gave a little pump and my
cock found the spot and snuggled tight against his hole. The sight of my
dick nestled between his cheeks was awesome.

I gripped my shaft firmly at the base and slowly pushed. I added pressure
until it penetrated his tight anal ring. I let the head of my cock slide an
inch into his rectum and I stopped right there.

"Like it up the ass?" I asked in a somewhat disinterested tone.

"Yeah," Danny softly replied, obviously embarrassed. He shifted his butt,
trying to get more comfortable with me being in there. I love the feel of
an ass wiggling on the end of my dick.

I could tell he wanted to be taken, he wanted it badly.

"Well, if you like it up the ass, you're going to love this," I said,
pushing my dick a little further into him. "I'm the best damn fuck you're
ever going to have."

"Oooooh," Danny whimpered as my dick settled in, "it feels so good,"

I really didn't care if he liked it or not. I needed an ass, and he wanted
a cock, so it was all good.

I plowed on, shoving the head of my cock through the twists and turns of
his insides, until finally my balls were tight against his ass.

"Yeah, that's it!" I grunted in satisfaction as I felt myself bottom out. I
bent a little and gave my cock a small thrust making sure I was all the way
in. The quick jab practically raised Danny to his tip toes.

Danny made some little girlie sounds.

"You really like getting fucked? You want me to pound your ass?"

"Yeah," Danny whimpered, pushing back onto my dick making sure it was fully
buried in his butt.

"Beg me!" I ordered.

"Huh?"

"Beg me, you little slut!"

"Oh God," Danny whined, "don't make me."

"You want it, you have to beg." I said firmly.

"Okay, Okay" Danny moaned, "please fuck me, please?"

Slowly I pulled my dick all the way out, and Danny made a sad whimpering
sound as it left him. I slapped Danny's cheeks with my cock and then teased
his hole with just the tip.

"Tell me what you want!"

"Your cock," Danny moaned, pushing his ass back wanting me inside him,
"Please Derek?"

Hearing him beg like that almost disgusted me; I decided at that point to
just get it over with. I slammed back into him.

"Ugh!" He grunted.

I pulled out, and then plowed in again. I fucking reamed his ass. The
frustration of the last few days, the disappointment, and the plain
horniness that came with being half drunk and half stoned combined to turn
me into a kind of mindless fucking machine.

My mind was swirling. All my emotions were in my dick. I fucked Danny
without regard to what he was feeling or what he wanted. I knew what I
wanted, and that was ass!

Danny groaned as I pounded his hole without mercy. "God, that feels good,"
he whimpered.

I loved the feel of my balls slapping against his butt, it felt
wonderful. The sloppy sound of my dick entering and exiting his hole drove
me nuts. The porcelain top of the toilet clinked each time I fucked into
him, as it rocked back and forth.

Someplace along the way, Danny reached for his dick, and I closed my eyes
as I brutalized his ass.

"Fucker!" I grunted, dicking him again and again. "You want cock? Here's
cock!"

I pounded him as hard as I could. I slammed myself in to the hilt and
worked the head of my dick from side to side. We urgently ground our parts
into one another, my dick and his ass both becoming more needy and wanton.

"Fucking slut," I groaned, putting everything I had into drilling him. We
were reaching a fevered pitch. Like a stallion I was breeding a mare. I
took Danny's ass in long deliberate strokes. My only goal was to fill his
ass with sperm. We went on like that for several long minutes consumed by
raging hormones and lust filled sex.

Finally, I felt the tingle and knew I was only seconds away.

"Gonna cum up your ass!"  I rutted, trying to climb all the way into his
hole. "Here it comes, bitch!"

"Yeah," Danny pleaded as he stroked himself, "Cum", "Oh shit, cum in my
ass."

"Ugh, ugh," I grunted as my cock jerked in his bowels.

Two long streams of juice traveled up from my nuts and shot out the end of
my dick. I grunted as I squirted my stuff deep into his rear end.

"Feel it?" I groaned, "Feel my cum in your ass?"

"Oh, fuck," Danny groaned, letting out a deep breath. He pulled on his dick
furiously, and managed to shoot his own load. "I'm doing it!" he panted.

I watched as several ropes of white goo flew over the top of the toilet and
spattered onto the tile wall.

I held his hips tight against me and thrust several more times, wanting to
stuff my jiz further up his butt.

"Oh Christ," I whimpered, as my legs grew weak, and my orgasm finally
subsided. I took a breath and slowly filled my lungs.

"Oh, God, Derek," Danny whispered as he slowly ground his ass on the end of
my dick. "I had no idea you would be so good. I wanted to do you all
through high school," He confessed.

We stood like that, Danny bent over with my dick deep in his ass, for a
little longer. Then, I slowly withdrew from him and looked down at my very
tired penis. It was streaked with lube and had a nasty brown stain. I
rolled my eyes, and suddenly, the guilt of what I had just done washed over
me.

"Trevor," I whispered, blinking away tears. "Oh God, what did I do?" I
thought to myself. I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes. I couldn't
imagine feeling any worse. I had betrayed the one I loved most in the
world. "Just let me die!" I thought, "Just fucking let me die!"

* * * *

Thanks for staying with the story. Write me at Playbuddy123@yahoo.com with
ideas or suggestions for future chapters. Hugs, J