Part 3 of the story of D'n'M, just like Parts 1 and 2, includes sex between teenage boys, some of it non-consensual. As before, it is the characters themselves and how they react to events that are key to whatever success the story achieves.
All the characters and events in the story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, either living or dead, is entirely unintentional.
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PJ
D'n'M Part 3
From Chapter 16:
The run was good for both of them, it went a long way to easing the stresses of Dan's difficult day and it gave Milo the opportunity to stretch his legs after a day spent indoors and inactive. It was also a chance for them to talk, well, for Dan to talk and Milo to listen. Running side by side meant there was no potentially awkward eye contact as Dan repeated Dods' explanation of the circle-jerk incident. He sneaked a crafty side-long glance across at M when he mentioned the `stallion' comment, the smile on M's face confirming that he was pleased. By the time they got back to the house and the smell of Roger Reed's home-made lasagne, Dan felt he was well on the way to convincing M to swim in the tournament, assuming Ms. Boyeda was willing to have him back after he'd missed that morning's final practice. But there was still the unspoken matter of Zephan and what he'd been saying. When he heard about that, Dan was sure that M would majorly freak and they'd be back to square one.
Chapter 17:
The smell of the food and Roger's shout of, "Half an hour boys," as they panted their way into the kitchen meant their after-run shower was a lot less awkward than M feared it might be. He still wasn't sure how D felt in the bright light of day after jerking him off the night before. Sure, D had said he was fine with it and that it was his choice to do what he'd done and it was just his way of giving M something good to remember the day by, but could that really be true? In all the times they'd jerked-off together as young teens, D had never shown any interest in touching M, much less jerking him off, even though Milo would have been over the moon had it ever happened. What if D was now really regretting his actions and was reluctant for them to share a bed as they always had or be naked together again for fear of M expecting a repeat performance?
Minutes later, all these anxious questions were answered. As soon as they got to D's bedroom he began to strip off. His boxer briefs were half way down his legs when he glanced up and noticed that Milo hadn't moved.
"Come on duffer, hurry up and get naked, unless you're planning to shower with your kit on," joked Dan before disappearing into the bathroom to pee and turn on the shower.
Seconds later Milo was as clothed as a new-born. He joined Dan who tested the water temperature and pronounced it, "Perfect," before stepping in. Milo hesitated, still unsure how close up and personal D was prepared to be.
"Fuck's sake M, what's wrong with you today? You getting in here or not? I'm starving and want to get downstairs before dad decides to eat all his own cooking. He's done it before, you know." Which was true!
They both quickly set to with soaping and scrubbing and Milo was rinsing his hair, fingers combing through his almost buzz-cut, when Dan suddenly stopped wiping the suds from his chest.
"Hey, neat. I like it. How does it feel?"
"Ugh?" was Milo's clueless response.
"The hairless pits? They look good but doesn't it feel strange?"
Milo ran his hands over his oh-so-recently denuded arm pits and considered D's question.
"To be honest there wasn't much there to start with so I don't really miss it cos I'd never got used to having it. My legs feel weirder and I do miss my treasure trail."
Dan nodded. He remembered how keen M had been, a few months before, to show him the first hint of the line of pale hair that had begun to form a narrow pathway from tummy button to pubes. He knew M felt that this development somehow meant he'd properly crossed the line from kid to nearly-but-not-quite adult. He thought back to the delighted look on his friend's face that day and wondered how long it would be before something like it returned. He put out a hand, intending to test the newly-smooth torso but stopped just before making contact. He sent a questioning expression in M's direction. Milo nodded. Dan gently ran his fingers up and down the former line, stopping just short of the neat tangle of soft brown hair above Milo's dick.
At this unexpected contact Milo was instantly reminded of a recent English literature lesson. The class had been studying the writing of a South American poet he had never heard of and reading one of her poems. At the time he hadn't paid much attention and certainly hadn't really understood it but it suddenly bounced back into his mind and equally suddenly made sense. Sweet Torture the poem had been called and that exactly summed up how D's fingers felt as they came dangerously close to the root of his dick. The result was horribly predictable. Milo turned red with embarrassment as he started to harden. His hands flew down in an attempt to hide it before D was aware of what was going on. As if!
"Come off it, M. We both know what a hard-on looks like, and if you look down here," he said, pointing at his junk, "you'll see I've got one too."
And it was true, D's recently-achieved six inches of arrow-straight teenage dick was hard and pulsing and very ready for action.
"Oh fuck M, look what you've gone and done," he jokingly complained. "I can't go downstairs in this state and we both know there's only one way to guarantee perfect dinner-time dick behaviour. I'll race you to the finish." And before a shocked and disbelieving Milo could organise his scrambled thoughts, D was frantically jerking-off like a pro (which, of course, like all teenage boys, he was). Thankfully half his mind (yes, that half again) was quick to unfreeze and took on the responsibility of sending the necessary instructions to Milo's right hand. The race was on.
For the next few minutes the only sounds were the sliding of hands on soapy dicks, the faint moans of masturbatory pleasure and the running of rapidly cooling water. It was Dan whose moans were first to increase in volume and his cum that won the race to decorate the shower wall. What he didn't know was that M had deliberately slowed the pace of his jerking-off in the hope of seeing D unload. He wasn't disappointed and the sight of his friend's cum shooting out and sliding down the wall quickly brought him to a highly satisfying climax of his own, his payload making its own journey to oblivion.
"The champion. Ta dah!" crowed Dan. "I knew I would be, now let's get out of here before the water turns icy and my balls never work again." He was out of the shower and energetically drying off before Milo's dick was even partially deflated, but he quickly shut off the water and stepped out of the shower, rapidly catching up with Dan in the undeclared race to get dry and dressed (more of D's clothes), with the result that they achieved the half hour deadline with a couple of minutes to spare.
Towards the end of dinner, after Helen Reed had off-loaded the day's usual list of dental disasters and horror stories, Dan's dad casually mentioned his conversation earlier in the day with Gerry de Beer. Although he had brought it up in a deliberately low key, almost off-hand way, he saw Milo instantly freeze and a rabbit-caught-in-the-headlights look appear on his face.
"I'm sorry M, I didn't mean to startle you, I just wanted you to know that your dad knows something of what happened with your mum and that he's hoping to be back home by the weekend."
After nearly half a minute of silence (a surprisingly long time -- check it out) Milo realised he still had the power of speech. "Thanks for telling me," (he didn't sound convincing). "What does he know, exactly?"
"We didn't speak for long so I just told him an edited version of what you told Mrs. R last evening."
"How did he take it?" Milo became aware that D, sitting next to him at the kitchen table, had taken his hand and was gently squeezing it. It was a very welcome and reassuring gesture.
"He sounded pretty upset and said how sorry he was not to have been there to stop things getting so out of hand. He's doing everything he can to get a flight back asap." Roger was picking his words with care. In reality Milo's dad had been incandescent with anger and had used language to describe his wife and nephew that wouldn't have been out of place in an army barracks. It was clear from what he'd said that a serious reckoning was coming and that it wouldn't be pretty. However, Roger Reed said none of this to Milo.
Before he could stop himself, Milo asked what, for him, was the most important question, "Does he blame me for what happened?" He sounded so wounded, so vulnerable, that Helen immediately stood up, walked round the table and threw her arms around him.
"You can get that idea out of your head right away," she vehemently declared. "There is no way you're to blame for any of what happened and we're all here to make sure your dad understands that."
"Too right," echoed Dan, squeezing harder, and Roger nodded in agreement.
"I need to hear you say that you believe this is none of your fault," Helen continued. "You do believe it, don't you Milo?"
Did he? Mrs. R sounded convinced but he genuinely wasn't so sure, after all, he had more or less willingly jerked-off and sucked Zephan in the past, so maybe it was pretty much okay for him to expect Milo to go along with other sex stuff. Crap! This was all so confusing.
"Milo," it was Helen's voice that broke through Milo's thoughts, "tell me you believe that none of it was your fault." She sounded very insistent.
He nodded. It was the easiest thing to do. There was no way he was going to explain to D's mum and dad why he had these doubts about whose fault it was, no way he was ready to reveal his sexual history, especially as it included experiences with Tom. Not even D knew everything. So nodding made it possible for everyone to feel better, drop the subject and move on.
Later, up in Dan's room, the atmosphere was decidedly odd. It wasn't tension or antagonism or, in fact, anything negative, it was, well ... odd. For a start, it had been at least ten minutes since either boy had said anything and that wasn't because they were listening to music, watching t.v. or playing a game. They were lying side by side on the bed doing nothing at all, although, in fact, there was a lot going on -- in their heads. They were both deep in thought, M continuing to mull over the concept of blame and responsibility (the issue of his parents was as far back in the darkest corners of his mind as he could push it) and Dan wondering how the hell he could bring up Zephan's mouthing off at the park without M going into meltdown.
Eventually Dan felt he could not put it off any longer.
"M, there's something I've gotta tell you, and I don't think you're gonna like it."
Milo was, at first, startled to hear D's voice after such a long silence but then he suddenly sat up but didn't look at Dan as he said, "It's okay, you don't have to spell it out, I know what you're gonna say." There was a slight but clearly discernible quiver in his voice.
"I don't think so."
"I didn't have any stuff with me when I turned up so I'll just get my clothes from the laundry and then I'll be gone."
"Gone? What the fu ... what are you talking about? I didn't say anything about you going. And why would you think you're going anywhere? You know you've got a home here any time you want it."
"Yeah, but that was before."
"Before what? Shit M, you're not making any sense."
"Before you jerked me off." He moved so he was sitting on the very edge of the bed. His shoulders were slumped. "You said you were okay with it but now you've had time to think about it and you don't want me here cos I'll expect you to do it again and you don't want to and you're not gay and ... "
"Whoa!" Dan was completely bamboozled by M's outburst. What the fuck was he talking about? It took him a few seconds to process just what had been said. "For crap's sake M, you do talk some rubbish sometimes, but this tops the lot." He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed so they were sitting side by side but still not looking at each other. "Number one, what I need to talk to you about has nothing to do with the jerk-off. Understand?"
Milo didn't respond so Dan took hold of his chin and turned it so that he and M were face to face.
"Understand?" This time the word was said with a great deal more insistence. Milo nodded.
"Number two, what I said this morning about jerking you off was true then and it's true now. It was my choice, I wanted to do it, I'm absolutely fine about it. Understand?" Milo nodded.
"Number three, we've been through this `you're gay, I'm straight' stuff before and nothing's changed. I love you, M, for who you are not who you want to have sex with. We're best friends and nothing will ever change that. Understand?"
Milo nodded. His shoulders began to lift.
"Number four, mum would tie my balls in knots if she thought I'd ever done anything to make you feel unwelcome in this house so it's never gonna happen. Understand?"
Milo nodded and smiled. His shoulders returned to their normal alignment.
"And there's probably numbers five, six and seven but I can't think of them right now so we'll just leave it at four. Oh, except, if I'm supposed to be unhappy about jerking-off with you, what was all that about in the shower earlier? Honestly M, you are such a dork sometimes."
Milo's response to this final, friendly, insult was to pivot himself around and pin the top half of Dan's body to the bed, knees on either side of his chest and hands around D's wrists above his head.
"I may be a dork but at least I'm not a weak and skinny wuss."
They widened their eyes and stared at each other, silently daring the other to be the first to blink, but before either did they both, simultaneously, burst out laughing. Milo collapsed sideways onto the bed and Dan wriggled round so his whole body was lying next to M.
"So, if I was wrong about what you wanted to tell me and it had nothing to do with the jerk-off, what was it about?" asked Milo.
"Oh yeah, that." Being reminded of what he needed to say to M filled Dan with apprehension. He felt he could more or less accurately predict how M was going to react to being told what Zephan had publically announced and he wasn't looking forward to it. He decided he needed a delaying tactic in order to put it off a little longer. "I'll tell you about that once you've told me how you're feeling about the tournament, now that Dods has explained about the circle-jerk being a misunderstanding and everyone wanting you back on the team." He was hoping to create a more upbeat mood before dropping the bomb-shell.
"I dunno really," was M's unhelpful reply. "I'm glad that what happened in the shower was more of a mess up than a disaster, but I still behaved like a total dick. I'd be so embarrassed to see those guys again. And anyway, there's no guarantee Ms. Boyeda would have me back. I missed a practice and she's not called the Ballbreaker for nothing."
"But you heard what Dods said, they want you back because they know you can help them win. If you do that you'll go from dick to hero, and they'll still think of you as a cum stallion! Sounds like a win-win situation to me."
Milo couldn't help but smile at the repetition of the stallion description. It might be fun providing a demonstration, and to do that he'd have to be back on the team.
"Yeah, maybe I'd be willing to give it a go."
"Fantastic. I knew you weren't a quitter. All you've got to do now is convince Ms. Boyeda to give you another chance. I bet Dods would be more than willing to help with that. Why don't you give him a call?"
So Milo did. He and Dods spoke on the phone for nearly fifteen minutes, at least, Dods spoke, Milo added an infrequent Yeah', a few grunts and, on two occasions, Okay'. Dan got increasingly impatient, not because he doubted that M would get back his place on the team but more because he really needed him to be in a good mood before breaking the news about Zephan.
Eventually Milo ended the call and turned towards Dan with a tentative, but definite, smile on his face.
"Dods reckons he can swing it with Ms. Boyeda, as long as I'm really, really apologetic and promise to swim my guts out for the team. He says the rest of the guys are one hundred percent on board and that that will count for a lot."
"That's awesome. Congratulations. I told you they couldn't win without you." This was exactly the result he'd been hoping for. M was feeling positive again and it was obvious that it had a lot to do with the support of the rest of the team. Dan was convinced that knowing he was one of the guys' again, would make a huge difference to how M handled the Zephan stuff. Okay, so he needed to make the most of this upbeat moment. He could think of no way of softening the blow any further so he'd just have to go for the sticking plaster' approach -- rip it off and get the pain over with in one hit.
"So, M, the other thing I needed to tell you, it's like this ... "
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