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"AGaiNSt thE GRoiN" 06
WriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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It did tickle his interest, knowing how Jeremy knew Marco, but some things were more important.
Comparing notes for another hour or so, Tom found Marco could go either way, "So, depending on the guy, you can top or bottom? Hmm, that's a new one on me." Generally speaking, "Now, if it were myself, I'd rather have you do stuff to me!"
Perhaps generally speaking, Tom also meant it as a hint, which Marco responds, "What do you think your boyfriend will think about that?"
"Oh, Scott's not my boyfriend. Just really good buddies. We've been that way since like, forever."
Speaking on both of their behalf, Marco says, "I found out, Ivan's going to be off his feet for some time. He broke both legs. Maybe you and me can get together and do some stuff?"
"Like, help heal your partner's wounds, while you watch?" Tom suggests.
"With your nips wired together?"
"Really?" Tom was almost tasting the nip pain. "I never done that before...I mean...being `attached' to another guy?"
Adding light comedy to it, "Just be careful you don't sit on his legs!"
To prove one of his quirky needs, based on giving and taking, Marco took Tom to the closet that he and Jeremy had been, very recently. Whereas Jeremy had Marco sucking him off, Marco turns the table on Tom.
Soon as they were in the spacious closet, Marco's demeanor changes rapidly, "Strip your shirt!"
Eating up the discipline, Tom replies, "Yes, sir!"
He salutes!
From the energy emanating from Tom, Marco smiles, thinking Tom could be a great addition to the private, Saturday night parties.
The shirt comes off.
Not the first time Marco has admired Tom's sheet of fur, "Oh man. I could certainly get into all this!"
Tom was put back a few steps, thinking he was supposed to be there for Marco. Instead, right now, with Marco bent in half, licking his hairy chest, sucking each nip, hands busy elsewhere, he felt free to help Marco out of his regulation shirt. It was tough, trying to handle the duty, lifting a shirt over a dude's head, when he's bent over, tongue-teasing nips!
"Chill a minute?"
Looking into Tom's eyes, keeping his lips moist at the same time, Marco has already slipped into the bottom role, "Whatever you want, hot man!"
What Tom had thought he wanted, was working up to having his chest flush against the shelving, Marco implanted and `torturing' the hell out of his ass.
Right now though, his fur wet around the nips, "I was hoping I wouldn't be the only one getting nips worked over?"
"I can play it that way," Marco replies.
Though, for the life of him, Tom could not think what that meant, "Oh? Like, how would that go?"
Taking his shirt out of Tom's hand, Marco takes both in his, placing both palms on his chest, saying, "Simple...you do me and I'll do you!"
Marco wasted no time in feeling Tom's nip with the tip of his tongue.
For certain, Tom didn't balk at it, it feeling immensely awesome. Then, he started to get jealous.
"All-rightey-then...if that's the way you wanna play it, boss!"
"What tha?" Marco exclaims.
Taking matters into his own hands, Tom butts his chest up against Marco. Not stopping there, he backs Marco up to the corresponding shelving. Like one romantic lover did to him, finding out he rather liked being subdued, Tom grabs Marco at the wrists and pins them overhead.
Not stopping there, Tom set out to make sure Marco could not possibly plant his lips on him. Spying some intravenous tubing, Tom whips it off the shelf with a one-handed pull. He ties it around both wrists and the shelving partitions.
"You're not fighting me," Tom observes.
A smile to his lips, Marco says, "Yeah, how `bout that!"
It also was not the first time Tom, at his trick's request, had wanted to be secured down, before the oral workover, leading to a forced fucking, himself the victim of himself!
"Yeah," Tom replies, backing off, viewing Marco's bondage as a work of art, "how about that," he was more proud, than wondering how doing it came so easy.
What was much easier, the position Marco was in, made it quicker for Tom to swipe the regulation, blue crotch covering down Marco's legs.
Tom sees, "No undies, Marco?"
"Easier to show off," Marco responds.
A thirst coming upon him, Tom didn't wait for rationality to kick in, falling into a squat.
Marco sweetly complains, looking up at his hands.
Lips pursed, they were gliding up and down Marco's shaft. Tom was feeling the need to balance the cock on his lips while unbuckling his own belt.
By accident, the instance of allowing Tom to overpower him, put him in tubing bondage, and the ensuing pleasure, Marco's reaction to the inner, Tom's tongue teasing his barrel, made his head drop back. Looking up at his arms, tubes strangling them, it made Marco smile. Without even thinking about it, he could have slipped both wrists out. Instead, he forced himself into the bondage position, grabbing hold of the sides of the shelf, which held it together.
"Mm-mmmmmm," Marco sighs, when he finds that the `grab' has flexed his hips forward.
Tom did stop a second, when he felt the windpipe get clogged, but then went right back on it!
Then Marco could not help it, wanting to get Tom's mouth to cover him deeper, slipping one hand out.
Feeling a hand on the back of his head, Tom knew it wasn't his own, because he was feeling up his own cock and balls. Knowing the case, Marco probably getting free, he didn't care, sucking away.
Soon, Marco knew the time was near, slipping the other hand out. He says to himself, ripping another line of tubing out of a package, "Don't know why I didn't think of this myself!"
From squatting position, to bowled over onto his ass, Tom says, "I almost got you off, boss!"
"Yeah, good thing you didn't!"
If indeed they were in some kind of roles, it was being changed up again, Marco hoisting Tom up by the wrists.
Placed against the opposite shelving, Tom knew what the case, arms placed up against the vertical girders, "I had a sneaky suspicion you'd come around!"
Tom joked, but in the preliminary stages of his bondage, Marco having to reach overhead to tube-tie his wrists, he could feel the fruits of his labor rubbing against his ass crack.
"You know what they say...what goes around, `comes' around!"
Marco didn't even lower his arms. Like, his shaft had a hidden GPS, it found it's piercing way through the valley of Tom's crevice.
"Agh-gh-gh," Tom growled, feeling the tip of Marco's hard rod in the stages of insertion.
Call it `no mercy', but Marco sought out the pleasure, even though at the cost of Tom's pain!
"Yeah!" he rammed. "Yeah...yeah! Yeah!"
Tom was in pain all right, but not just from his ass accommodating Marco's massive fuck tool. The pounding of his ass made his bod press harshly against the metal shelf. Not which he was ready to complain about it, but rather chocked it up to added benefit, one of his balls sacs was wedged against the girder.
With each punch of Marco's cock, it drove Tom wild, "Ooh," deeper drive, "oh-h-h-h," sac pressured against metal, and so on...
The really weird thing, when Marco was ready to shoot, he wanted Tom to take it down the throat. However, he could not unwind the plastic tubing, it showing resistance.
"What the fuck?" Tom exclaims, feeling Marco's wet pubes drag up the front of his bod.
Not being able to get what he wanted, Marco took it to the extreme, climbing up like a monkey, to where he could force himself down Tom's throat.
Even though Tom got a slurp out of Marco climbing up the shelf and himself, he says, "I got a bad feeling about..."
He never finished voicing his opinion, of how the shelf could keel over, bringing them both down, being plugged up to the tonsils!
At least he could get some jolts, while Marco now worked himself into unloading, Tom's fingertips with the ability to reach Marco's pecs!
It only took about a minute, not enough time for the shelving screws to work themselves loose from the walls.
Slowly, like he had finished a workout at the gym, `the monkey' climbs down.
Tom got several jolts on the way, Marco keeping close to him, wet cock, still drooling, slapping against his chest...stomach...pubes...
Not over yet, Marco slips to his knees, hastily taking Tom into his mouth.
"Oh no," Tom half-jokes, "here we go again!"
It was sweet, real sweet, having his cock tongue worshipped, while a pair of hands roughly worked his hairy nips!
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Second time awake, Scott's eyes opened with less reluctance. Not which he comprehended his surroundings the first time around, other than white walls flanking all sides, "Where am I?"
In addition to a more colorful surrounding, a face leans over his bed, saying, "Welcome back to the land of the living, Scott!"
He could've been dreaming, Scott making a reality check, "I'm awake, right?"
"Right now you are, but a few minutes ago...well, you'll be glad you weren't!"
What the cute cub wasn't telling, is the moment the catheter was whipt out of Scott's dick!
He probably should have been asking the circumstances surrounding why, instead Scott more attuned to the bright smile, cute rounded face.
Getting his wires crossed, tangled up in what was and what is, Scott asks, "Are you Chris?"
"Chris?" the dude works on him, finessing the sheets, fluffing a pillow, "There's no Chris here. I'm Enrique."
In a nutshell, Enrique gives a quick history of his job, head of the Volunteeria, Teen Ambassador program, of which he is the department chair.
For Scott, Enrique is speaking too fast, "I don't get it."
What Scott was not getting, not only all the details of why Enrique was there and not a qualified hospital prof, "That's okay," Enrique stops, stands casually at Scott's bedside, "it'll be awhile before you know what happened to you and how things are now. I'm here to help you through that transitionary period. Hungry?"
Scott had to think on it, not sure of whether he was hungry, thirsty, "What happened to me?"
He began to cry. Knowing this could be a natural response, "Good question," Enrique puts a tissue in Scott's hand.
When Scott's hand remained stationery, Enrique took it back and dabbed the tears away.
"Am I still dreaming?" Scott realizes the possibility, of his dream man, Chris, a vague memory.
Then, Scott's mom walking in, seeing the aid sopping up eyelids, he jumps the gun. Instead of a sweet hello, he exclaims, "It's not what it looks like, mom!"
Regardless, you think a mother, who has not connected with her son for the past 22 days, is going to worry about a man, studying her son's face up close, anything but doing his job?
Jumping out of her way, Enrique stood there, giving the mother and son space, saying, "Scott just came back to earth an hour ago!"
It felt good, his mother's touch, love, warmth, but over her shoulder, Scott wasn't ignoring Enrique. Her ear was right there, so he could not thank the orderly for, at least dabbing the tears.
Between the two, Scott and his mom, there was quite a flood of tears. Then, something weird, which Scott could not comprehend, happened.
Lifting herself off Scott, his mom looks up, "And thank you so much for everything, Enrique."
"Aw shucks, Mrs. Juarez, it was nothing," Enrique swats the very idea away.
Scott had to ask, "Do you two know each other?"
Enrique says, "I think I better leave you two alone."
"Mom?"
His mother sat down in a chair and then proceeds to pull it over to the bed, saying the whole time, "Everyday I came to visit you. You should have seen me, dressed up like a blue mummy!"
Not that he would, Scott replies, "I didn't know."
"Of course you didn't, Scotty. Even though I wasn't sure if you could hear me or not, I talked with you. I wondered if you heard me. Doesn't really matter. Important thing is, you are back with me now."
It didn't answer Scott's original question, "How did you and Enrique meet?"
"He's such a sweetheart. When everyone else was busy, he volunteered to come and visit with you. Sometimes he wasn't on the clock. Isn't he a nice boy?"
Well, Scott pictured a boy as being 11-years old, though to her, any guy under 25 might be a boy to her!
"Very nice," Scott didn't detail. Instead, he moved away from the sensitive subject, "How's the store?"
"The store," his mom choked up, "is no more, I'm afraid."
Here and there, Tom rambling on about different subjects, Scott says, "Tom said there was a tornado, it blew down the high school?"
"Not only the high school, Scotty. It took my store and dozens of other businesses and hundreds of homes. Most important though, it didn't take you away from me. Aren't we so blessed?"
"Yeah, mom," Scott suddenly remembered, after forgetting about the man upstairs, "we are. What are you going to do now?"
"Right now I'm staying in the shelter at the church."
"What about the house?" Scott suddenly got `heartburn' over what might have happened to it.
"Do you remember me telling you `the best things in life aren't things'?"
"Let me guess, the house is gone, too?"
"Let's not worry about that now. When you are up and out of that hospital bed, we'll talk about it."
Scott was worried about some `things,' which were probably gone by now; memorabilia, some awards, his condom stash and other important stuff.
"Too bad it couldn't have happened after graduation."
He walked right into this one, "Scotty," his mom moves her hand on top of his, "you know we have to trust in the Lord over this one?"
"Right," Scott wasn't too joyed, though smiled at his mom. With nothing to talk about, he shot the breeze, "so, the church is still there?"
Thinking about it, his mom wasn't sure whether to bring it up, but being Scott did, "Yes, the church is, but pastor is not."
"He got swept away?"
"No. He survived, only to have a heart attack. I'm sorry, son, but he's gone."
Scott knew the pastor was around after his dad died and probably was closer to his mother than himself. However, he was being cool about it, "That's a shame." Then Scott thought about it, the last segment of his dream, recalling, "I don't suppose a dude named `Dodge' is our new pastor?"
His mom looks strangely at him.
"Forget about it. Tell me, who's the new pastor?"
Where Scott lacked enthusiasm, his mom made up for it, "Oh, a nice young man who has just graduated with a theology degree, from St. Louis University!"
If his mom liked this guy, probably Scott didn't. Only one thing spiked his interest, "Young and nice, huh?"
"Yes, in fact the church was thinking about hiring him as an assistant pastor, long before the tornado took to our town. I'm not sure I told you I was on the committee?"
She didn't, but Scott wasn't bent out of shape over it, "Nope, but that's okay."
"I did think I explained some it while you were in your coma?"
"Maybe," Scott shrugs both shoulders.
Right after, he recalls the two dudes in his dream, from the coffee hour at church, "He wasn't, by chance, Ivan or..."
His mother jumps the gun, "His name is..."
Just then, the door opens. In walks a handsome gentleman, saying, "This must be our hero!"
This took Scott a few steps back, `the hero' part, but not only were those words making his heart pump faster!
"Pastor Steve, how nice of you to come!" His mother gets up and hugs him.
Would have been nice if he were gay, to go along with being hot', but a man can't have everything. In fact, the impression Scott gets, "Mom, are you and Pastor Steve, like, close'?"
As if were in deed, presenting the man as her beau, "Scott, this is Steven Law."
He sure did seem gay, the way he hung onto to Scott's hand, smiling as he said, "It's so good to meet you, Scott," flashing his brighty-whities, "your mom has told me so much about you."
Silently, Scott was praying, `God, why have you failed me?' "Uh, nice to meet you too."
"Scott?"
"What, mom?"
She paused.
Rather than put her through the next segment of chat, Steve cuddles his hands around the shoulders, nudges her to the door, "Why don't you leave this to me, Mrs. Suarez?"
A bit on edge, Mrs. Suarez says, "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure. Trust me, I've been through this before."
First, Scott thought Steve a little too young to be fratenizing with his mom. Though, it's not unheard of, a dude hooking up with a `grandpa'. It gave Scott a flash back to the past, or rather sometime during those 22 days, first impressions of Tom and Dirk Caulley...
"So, where do I begin?" Steve walks back in.
"I'm not a baby. You can start right at the part, where you're making the wedding plans?"
Scott knew that look, like his mother had on her face, the look a person gets when they smell something repulsive.
Though, Pastor Steve handled himself well, "Wedding plans? Who's getting married?"
So, Scott thinks on it, maybe they are still in the dating scene and Pastor Steve hasn't popped the question, "When did you start being pastor of the church?"
They had a nice ole chat, pastor telling about his college years, at St. Louis University.
Scott thought it a good time to get something off his chest, and he didn't mean shaving it!
"I know we're not in church, but I have a confession to make?"
"Hold on. Let me go out to my van and get `the booth!'"
"Booth?"
"Yeah. Think of it as confession-on-the-move, people who never come to church, but feel the need to confess their transgressions."
"Let me get this straight," Scott is taken in by the pranking, "you've got this person-sized box in the back of your van and..."
"And it looks like I've got you there, Scott!"
It felt weird, the pastor pointing two fingers at him, thumbs up, much like Tom or one of his other buddies at school would do, "Okay, so do you even drive a van?"
"That I do. Now, what's on your mind?"
Scott wanted to say, `him', but gets down to business, "Right before all this happened, I..."
"Oh, sorry to interrupt, but I was supposed to also be the bringer of bad news, which considering it's now water under the bridge, the principal of your school, the one students refer to as `the nun'?"
"What about her?"
"Hm," Pastor Steve pulls at the fibers of his beard, "not sure you will be able to understand this?"
"Try me."
In all honesty, Pastor Steve wanted to, but refrains from such behavior, "Okay. Here goes. The nun' is not a her,' but a `he.'"
Didn't phase Scott much. Recalling 22 days ago, when he sat on his ass in the hallway, "I was wondering why her legs were so hairy."
It made Steve laugh, "Then I guess you're not all that surprised?"
Nothing much was surprising Scott these days. His first weird, gay thing, was when Tom told him he liked getting punched in the stomach. When Tom took it to further heights, pinching his nips hard, he had to admit his mate, off his rocker!
With all that has happened, Scott first wanted to make sure he had the right ear listening, "How do you feel about that, a guy wanting to be a girl?"
Smiling, in a relaxed position, arms folded across his chest, Pastor Steve says, "A person has to be who they feel they are, or else they'll go plum-crazy, I reckon. How about yourself? How do you side on the issues?"
He wanted to get back to his mom and Steve, the wedding plans, but also had an interest, "I'm for it...I mean, guys being gay."
"Yeah, I'm cool with it too. Have some gay friends, do you?"
`Why?' Scott thought, so you can take them away to some Christian boot camp and force them not to be?
Rationalizing things here, the pastor already said he was cool, so went with it, "I do...but you've gotta promise me something?"
Right off, Steve unfolds his arms and with his two `boy scout fingers', crosses his heart, "Promise!"
"You won't tell my mom anything about what I'm going to say. It'll devastate her."
"Swear it," he holds up his hand, like in court.
Scott hesitated. The worst that could happen, he could be thrown out of the house...but then, there was no longer any house, "I-I-I...I'm gay."
"Oh really," Pastor Steve says, like he didn't have a care in the world, adding, "me too!"
"Ya-you? But you're a pastor!"
"Yeah, I know," Steve acts silly, "I prayed to God about it and him, knowing I'm gay, he still said, `go give it a shot!'"
Tensed up, Scott lay flat on the bed, exhaling a huge, "Whew!" Then it occurs to him, "What about my mom?"
Misinterpreting this, Pastor Steve says, "Oh, don't worry about her. For now, the church is acting as a shelter for the homeless. We're also networking, getting misplaced people housed and jobs, if they are to be had."
Scott just lay there, studying Steve. He was beautiful! Only negative, he wore the white collar, so he couldn't get a glimpse of what lay underneath the `black'.
"In fact, today, I was alerted to a job proposition which might appeal to your mom."
Suddenly the door pops open, Enrique entering. Scott is whacked out of his gourd, when he addresses Pastor Steve, "Hey, babe, you two getting along okay?"
He didn't bend over and kiss Steve, but Scott knew something was up.
"We're getting along just fine. I was filling Scott in on his mom's new job. Maybe you can fill in the blanks?"
He would have, if Tom didn't pop back in, "Hey, bro," but the wagon didn't stop there, "Rique, what's up?" The only person he hadn't met, "Hey," Tom says to pastor, but he did flirt, "Nice beard there, bro!"
"Thomas!"
"Oops!" Tom knew he was in trouble with his mate, staring at him.
"This is, `Pastor' Steve from the church," Scott lectures.
"Oh right," Tom is close enough to kiss, "the white collar. Now I get it!"
"Great," Enrique cuts in, "now that we know each other, can you two vacate the room so I can get Scott's vitals?"
Tom, having met Enrique several days earlier, says, "Let me know if it's gotten any bigger!"
Scott could've decked Tom for such a remark, in front of Pastor Steve.
However, the pastor could carry his own weight, standing, patting Tom on the shoulder, "Can't wait to find out, eh?"
There...another person finding out Pastor Steve is gay!
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As time went by, Scott mended. Out of his ordeal, he learned something he wished he hadn't, that he had to have a hole drilled in his skull, to relieve the pressure. Of course he wanted to know where and the doc pointed it out.
Of course, his buddy was there, Tom making an awful face, saying he hoped it would never happen to him, or which Scott thanked him for his sensitivity!
Come to find out, Scott's mother, whom he hadn't known had some credits towards nursing, went back to school, at the same time, assuming the position at the hospital, which Enrique vacated.
Pastor Steve was great, counseling him and his mother, about the gay' issue and for Scott, it was a great way to come out. Come to find out, something which did move him, when his mom came to talk to him one of those 22 days, she told him of a gay couple who came into the book store. Instead of against the witnessing', she found it interesting. They invited her out to group meetings and as a result, was the deciding vote at church, when hiring Pastor Steve.
His mother drilled into Scott's head all those years, `when one door closes, another one opens.' For Scott this seemed all so true, especially where his mother was concerned, about her beliefs and how they were changing, at least for his own good.
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School was held in a shopping mall, what was left to half of it, which included students from the public high school. Unfortunately, Scott missed the last month of school, but still graduated. The last bit of his grade was riding on the term paper he and Tom were teaming up for.
After Enrique finished up on his vitals, which did not include measuring his cock from top to base, he ducked out, Tom entering.
"I meant to ask," Scott says, watching Tom comfort himself, with not sitting in a chair, but the foot of the bed, "what was the outcome of our team report?"
"Our report? Uh, don't you want to know first, how come Enrique and I are good mates?"
"Not when attending college in the fall is riding on your incompetence, bro?"
Holding a hand over his heart, Tom replies, "Oh, now that hurt, right here, bro?"
Scott lightens up, "Opposed to your bottom?"
Crossing arms in front of himself, Tom says, "So, do you want to know of my incompetence or what?"
Tom had rose to the occasion, finishing up the team paper and printing it out.
"I was right there, when classes resumed, the paper in my hand," Tom recalls.
"Okay, so you handed it in. What grade did we get?"
"Well, now that's a little complicated," Tom smiles, still comfy holding his chest in his arms.
"The grade, Thomas?"
"Next day we got our papers back, but we...I, didn't get ours."
"You didn't hand it in?"
Again, Tom was getting heart failure over the remark, coming from his best friend, "I handed it in. What do I need, a cam recording of me handing it to the teacher?"
"Sorry," Scott accept overstepping boundaries.
"He said to me," Tom mimics the sourpuss teach, "`meet me after school, Mr. Collins'. Like, what choice did I have?"
"And?"
"I figured he probably he didn't get any head last night!"
"Can we skip the jokes, Tom?"
Then, Tom tells it like it happened...
"Okay, so I went there...it was next to Macy's. For privacy, the windows were papered up and they didn't have to lower the metal gate. Just a lock on the door, which after I walked in, hadn't notice Gallo locked it behind me.
Gallo tosses the paper in front of me, saying, "Take a look at that."
"I asked, what's wrong with it?"
"He told me, when Tom, you, submitted the title, it was `Against The Grain'?"
"I said, `Yeah. So?'"
"Then Gallo tells me," Tom again mimics the prof, "`Take a closer look, Mr. Collins.'"
"Oh, shit! We have a typo!"
Tom would someday fill Scott in what really happened after that, but just settled on them getting an A' on the term paper, using his eloquent way of bullshitting is way out of an a' versus `o' typo.
Scott was so pleased, he wanted to kiss his bud, but Tom said just good, hard fuck would compensate!
When the doc came in, Tom took his leave.
Starting his story and having to leave out some of the grisly details, had set off his cock, into the hardening stages.
Finding a mens room, Tom took to a stall, whipt out his dick and began recalling that fateful `day of the typo', remembering clearly as if it were happening...
Gallo takes off his jacket, loosening his tie, the prof says, "You're right Mr. Collins. `We.' Now, the question is, what are you going to do to rectify the situation, so you and Scott both are able to graduate?"
"Well, if you have a pen, I can just change the o' to an a'?"
"Nah, it's not gonna cut it," the prof strips off his shirt, down to his muscled, bear bod.
"Well, I do think it's kind of harsh giving Scott and me a `D' for one little typo?"
Flipping through, Tom doesn't see any other red pen markings, except the circle around the word, `Groin' on the cover!
"Do you think your college professor is going to be lenient, Mr. Collins?"
Lighthearted, nothing much bothered Tom, especially when the cards were in his favor, "Depends on what he's into!"
"My sentiments exactly. Up to you, if you want to step into my office, strip down and maybe we can get that grade up to an `A'?"
What a stalwart hero, Tom stepping up to the plate, telling Scott, "Not for myself, but I did it for you, bro!"
"What a pal!"
With Tom's intro, a short version of what probably led to a complicated meet up, Tom sat there, waiting to see if Scott wanted to hear more.
"Well, you going to tell me, or do I have to tie you down and..."
"No, bro. That's not you. Trust me there," Tom knew Scott really didn't do it for him anymore.
Nah, Tom, after working that term paper up to an A', he was in the big leagues when it came to no pain, no gain'!
"Forget about me, then. What about you?"
Tom says, reluctant to discuss such a sensitive matter, "Don't know if I should?"
"What's stopping ya? We're all alone here?" Scott provokes.
Truthfully, Tom says, "Well, since you had that thing ripped outta your dick, I wasn't sure you were ready to get stiff yet?"
"I'll take my chances."
For Tom, that was the go ahead.
Scott joked now, Tom getting comfortable, lying down, a little lower than Scott, heading falling to about the knee, "Uh, now I think I'm getting hard!"
"Oh, so you don't need to know what Gallo and me did?" Tom finds Scott's stick shift through the sheets.
"Thomas?"
He knew that phrase, like something sharp ringing in his ear.
"Okay, so this is how it went..."
Whereas Scott thought it was only sex, he found out what a perfect match Tom and their teacher.
"First thing to come to mind, was if Gallo was going to report me or something. You know, well as me, bro, how it goes when a student hits a teacher?"
"I know the rules. Wanna speed this up?"
A dirty little thought fill Tom's mind, his mate wanting to see if that thing implanted in his cock, ruined it, or could he still get it up?
"Okay, okay, so Gallo made sure no one could get in and we headed for the mens room. Heading towards it, he stops and reaches in his desk drawer, pulling out a rope. We get there. By the time we do, Gallo has stripped off his shirt."
"Hot! What was he like?"
Tom knew exactly what his bud was targeting here, "Hair everywhere, from his shoulders, right on down to..."
"Okay, I got the picture. Next?"
"I know your house got blown away, but some of us were more fortunate. I still had a school uniform. I was about to get outta mine and Gallo stops me."
"He changed his mind?"
"Nope. He wanted to do it himself."
"Cool!"
"Very. I was ready to drop to my knees right there. Instead I conjured up incredible patience and allowed him to work his way from my tie, down to `the rest.'"
Scott was paying keen attention, not wanting to miss any gritty detail, but also show concern for himself.
"To make a long story short..."
"I `want' a long story!"
It made Tom laugh. When it came to sex, no small detail was too tiny!
"Okay, so I'm naked and he still has his pants on. Then I go out on a limb and ask him if it's okay if I strip off his pants."
"Cool!"
"Yeah, you would think, but Gallo surprises the hell outta me and says that he's the one who should be asking me! You know what that means?"
Scott thinks, "he's handing over the key to the kingdom, to you?"
Tom smiles, at Scott's metaphor, one clever way of getting to a man, through his dick, as opposed to all that romantic shit, "Yeah," he's a good sport about it.
"What happened next?"
"So, I thought he brought the rope for me, but he wanted me to tie him up. For a while, it was him telling me how he wanted it to go, wrists tied together and then the whole loopy thing up over the stall, where the two doors meet."
"Did he have really hairy pits?"
"Dude, he was hairy all over and lots of it!"
Scott tried to make an effort to push himself up on his elbows, to `take a look', but his head started spinning.
"Dude, you want me to get the doc?" Tom asks, seeing the lasting effects.
"No, I want you to get to the good parts, so I can fall asleep and dream about it!"
"Oh. Ok. You sure you can handle it?"
"I'm not hard yet. I'm waiting for you to cure that!"
Tom smiles, thinking Scott so cute, "Well, okay. So, I get Gallo all laced up, arms overhead. I had to stand on the toilet seat to get his arms up and over. When I dismounted, my foot slips, right into the toilet!"
"I always knew you were a klutz!"
"Like, I never heard you say it before?"
"Can we save it for later?"
Tom continues, "So, I pull my foot out and walk outside the stall. You'll never believe what happens next...Gallo tells me he wants to lick my foot off!"
"Ewe, no way bro!"
"Yeah, but I couldn't figure how to do it."
"I'm sure, under pressure, you found a way?"
"Nope. Then things got really weird. In walks Dooz!"
"Dooz!" Scott exclaims. "I almost forgot about Dooz! He's okay?"
Of course, Tom thought of, the sudden interest, "He's fine, was by here to see you a couple of times, but then got too busy."
A little confused, regarding his long-term dreaming and reality, "What did he say?"
"What'd he say?" Scott shrugs his shoulders, "Um, not much. He said he blames himself for letting you into his back room to evade `the nun', that it was his fault you never made it to the shelter."
It was on the tip of Scott's tongue, to see if Dooz mentioned anything about the secret room behind the bookcase, instead switching off, "That was nice of him to come and see me. If you see him, tell him I don't hold him responsible."
"Well, I won't be seeing him in school. You know, we're graduated, bro?"
"Oh," Scott simply says, "did I miss much?"
"Nah. On account of the tornado, the cleanup and all, it was a cheap graduation, held in the church hall. No biggie."
Scott seemed to slip deeper into a depressive move, "I guess our prom idea is history too?"
"Yeah, about that," Tom scratches his sideburn, a nervous reaction, "I hope you don't mind that since you were out of it, I went with `a girl'?"
"Did you fuck her afterwards?"
Vehemently, Tom states, "Ick-no, bro! You crazy?"
It made Scott smile, "Nah. Just testing!"
"So," Tom returns to previous conversation, same time fingering the sheet between Scott's legs, "you want to hear what happened when Dooz got there?"
"How did he, with the gate locked?"
"He's got a new job, custodian at the mall now. There's talk though, the town is going to buy the lot and develop it into a new high school. You know what a small football field the old school had?"
"Yeah. Too bad we went to Catholic school, huh?"
"With that gone, there's no private school to go to. Kids have to go public now. Anyway, Dooz got in because he has a master key."
"Lucky for you, eh?"
Tom smiled, because the joy of sex had once again put his mate into a good mood, "And for Gallo!"
From there, Scott hardly interrupted, hearing how Dooz tested out Gallo's sixpack and beyond.
Out of it, Tom got a new take on gut-punching.
"Dooz asked me if I was up for experiment. I was sure `up' for it!"
"Well, I figured, once Gallo stripped you down, you were already `up' for anything!"
It made Tom feel good, Scott talking like old times, two bro sharing life's experiences.
"Yeah, but listen up, Dooz ties me the same way, in Gallo's place. Then, he makes Gallo get on his knees and suck me until I'm firmed up..."
"No way! Our ruff-tuff teacher?"
"Yeah, the same one. Geez, he really had us fooled, eh?"
"Yeah," Scott responds, a glance to his groin, because he wasn't feeling anything.
"To make a long story short..."
"No! I want the long version."
Short giggle, Tom says, "You got it, the long version goes, Dooz making Gallo suck me till he figures I'm really hard. He makes Gallo stand, turn around, back facing me and then reaches in between us. With a hand to Gallo's stomach, he backs him up, until I feel the tip of my cock against the prof's ass-crack!"
"You fuck him?"
"What choice do I have?"
"True."
"So Dooz keeps it up, edging Gallo back, all the time making my shaft warm around the outside, until I was all the way in."
"Then you fuck him?"
"Nope. First Dooz gets himself a piece of rope, stands in front of Gallo, so their stomachs touch, takes both wrists, pulls them behind `me'..."
"You?"
"Yeah. I didn't know what to think, but it felt really cool with my arms stretched overhead and then, to have the hair on Gallo's arms, brush along my sides. To top it off, Dooz and me sandwiching Gallo in, feeling two pair of hands behind my back, man it was almost too much."
"I can't wait till the final curtain."
"Oh, are you still thinking about going into acting, bro?"
"Shuddup about that and finish?"
"Right. Where was I?"
"About to shoot your load up Gallo's ass."
"Well, that didn't happen until Dooz hung one of his own boots from Gallo's balls and then started punching him in the stomach. Man, what a rush. With each punch, it drove my cock in deeper."
"And when did all of it stop?"
"Oh, well, Dooz did tell me, when I was ready to come, to tell him. When I did, he untied both Gallo and me. He had our teach get on his knees and..." Tom laughs.
"What's so funny?"
"Not funny, but weird, he made Gallo open wide. Dooz takes both our cocks and feeds them into his mouth. Oh man, what a rush!"
"I can imagine."
Matter of fact, Scott was imagining it, thinking it something which could happen in the room behind the bookcase!
"I came first and with not much room in his mouth, the goo starts dripping down his chin."
"Then Dooz came."
"Not quite. I pull out. I'm ready to wipe off and Dooz orders me to stand there."
"Orders you?"
"Yeah. It's like, when he gets in this sexual frenzy, he's a different person. I kinda liked it too!"
"So, you were standing there, doing what?"
"Watching him grab the sides of Gallo's head, pulling lips off his shaft till it almost comes out, then shoves back in. I swear, I thought Gallo was going to choke to death, but then Dooz, it's like he knows just when to pull out and dive back in again."
"Did he come soon, or give Gallo sore tonsils?"
"He was beautifully brutal. Man, would I have loved to have been in Gallo's place!"
"To each their own," Scott calls it.
"I know, but for me, Dooz would be my glorified fucker!"
Followed by laughter, Scott asks, "Then that was it?"
"That was it for Dooz. He made Gallo then clean my cock off. Same time, Dooz was stroking up for a second go at it. I almost creamed myself the second time, watching Dooz do Gallo again. Totally hot."
"Did either Dooz or Gallo say anything about this not being their first time?"
"Oh, I'm sure this has been going on for awhile. Much of it was like, Gallo knew exactly what to do," Tom says, feeling good he was there to be a part of it.
"Are you going to get with them again?"
"Nah, not likely. Dooz already busted Gallo for getting me involved," Tom again chortles.
"What?"
"Dooz said he was going to punish Gallo for not getting permission to have me there. Like he `owned' him."
Scott says, "Maybe he did, for all we know?"
"Yeah, but I'll tell you one thing, Dooz's big, fat cock would be enough punishment for any man!"
Just then, they hear someone trying to open the door!
It was Marco's voice, "If you two are done in there, someone wanna come unlock the door?"
"Are we done?" Scott asks Tom.
"With my story, but your cock, bro?"
The fist on the door became heavier, "Open up, or you give me no choice but to bust it down and someone will have to pay for it!"
Getting off the bed, Tom quips, "Don't worry. I'll take it for both of us."
Scott smiles, says, "You already did!"
Someday, Scott decided, he would start from the beginning of his long, long, coma-induced dream, but for right now, Tom was excited enough...
And about Dooz, Scott still wasn't so sure there wasn't a hidden dungeon behind that bookcase. Next time he saw him...
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Copyright 2016 T. Chase McPhee
"AGaiNSt thE GRoiN" and developing segments of this story, may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author.