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Elliot and Drake C-3
I looked for Nolan as I entered the Freshman hall. We saw each other and both lit up. "Hi buddy," we both said at the same time. Ready for after school?"
"Oh yeah. Can't wait to learn more."
"Drake. There is so much I can teach you. You can't begin to imagine."
We talked and as we did I saw Elliot hanging near us. He had to have overheard all we said. Too bad. I did not need him as a friend. I had Nolan and my brother. I walked off with my new friend, ignoring Elliot.
Later in the showers Nolan and I stood next to one another. Jerry again called us Fags and Mike said we were going to get ours. Elliot stood off to the side silently watching. I looked at him. His two flunky buddies did not bother me. I walked over, closer to his naked body.
With a low voice, I said, "Like to look? Maybe you would like to touch?" I lost my self-control and forgot I had not meant to hurt him. "You are a pussy. You know what pussies are good for? You ready for me to fuck your pussy?" I tried to stop myself, but something had control of my tongue.
Nolan came over. "Leave him alone, Drake. Look at him."
I stopped talking and looked at Elliott's eyes which were releasing tears. He knew I saw him crying. He turned and shuffled to his locker like a zombie. I turned to Nolan and raised an eyebrow. Elliot did not have his towel around him. He let it drag on the floor from his hand. He walked naked and did not seem to care.
"Don't be like him. Be better than he is."
"Thanks, Nolan. I forgot." We walked into the locker room. My locker was next to Elliot's. We had selected these back when we were friends. Elliot was sitting naked, towel crumpled at his feet. He stared at the floor. He wiped his eyes and sniffled. I took a chance and put my hand on his thigh.
Softly I spoke the Elliot. "Sorry, Elliot. Sorry I was a dick. You'd better get dressed. You will be late." He turned and looked at me giving me the most dejected look I had seen from anybody. His look reminded me of how I must have looked after he rejected me. I had my brother to pull me out. Now I had Nolan. Who did Elliot have?
I dressed. Elliot kept staring at the floor not moving. I began to worry. Mike and Jerry walked by. Seeing Elliot not dressed they made a comment about not giving the Fag a show and walked away laughing. Elliot resumed crying softly. Nolan arrived. I pointed at Elliot. Nolan, bless him, reached in Elliot's locker, and found his underwear.
"Dress, now," he commanded though his voice had a concerned quality to it. He placed the boxers in Elliot's lap. "Dress or two boys are going to dress you." He grabbed the boxers and knelt at Elliot's feet opening the waistband.
Elliot took the boxers from Nolan. "Thanks, but I learned to dress myself long ago." His attempt to make a joke was said in a monotone.
As he began to put the boxers over his feet, I said, "Maybe you forgot how."
Elliot gave a weak laugh but continued dressing as Nolan handed him the next item of clothing he needed. Elliot finally stood and as if he were in a daze, wobbled. Nolan and I put our hands on his biceps to steady him. He looked at our hands as if he did not know what they were. His eyes were rolling towards the ceiling. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead. His legs were shaking. His behavior scared me. Something was not right. I looked behind Elliot's back at Nolan. "Office," I mouthed.
Elliot was collapsing as I grabbed him. "Help me." Nolan wrapped Elliot over my shoulders in what I later learned was called a fireman's carry. With Nolan steadying me, we navigated the hallway. The minute we entered the office, the secretary pointed to the room sick kids were placed in as she reached for her phone. "Mr. Jeffers, main office, now."
The principal, Mr. Jeffers, skidded to a stop at the door. He knelt next to Elliot feeling his forehead. "Call 911," he directed the secretary. One of you get a wet towel. The other one grab a blanket from the closet. I handed him the towel. Elliot was shaking and his lips were turning blue. The shaking stopped and Elliot lay motionless. "You learned CPR, Drake. Start mouth-to-mouth." Mr. Elliot started chest compressions as I pinched Elliot's nose, tilted his head, opened his mouth, and began breathing for him. I was crying. I had Elliot's life in my mouth as I breathed oxygen into Elliot's lungs. My crying could not get in the way of what I had to do. I fought for strength to focus on what Elliot needed. I heard the siren's wailing. I did not stop. Neither did Mr. Jeffers.
"We will take it now." An EMT knelt next to me and he placed a mask on Elliot. They ripped open Elliot's shirt. I was pushed to the corner with Nolan. I felt his arms around me and heard, "Clear." Elliot's body jerked and an EMT put a stethoscope to his chest. He nodded to his partner. Nolan and I stayed out of the way as Elliot was placed on a gurney and wheeled out of the school. I moved to look out the office window to see the ambulance with my former friend drive off.
"Come to my office." I saw Mr. Jeffers and two police persons and Nolan, but I saw nothing else. Nolan sat me in a chair. I heard questions and answered them. The only thing I did not add was Elliot's and my falling out. Could this be my fault? What happened to Elliot? Nolan brought me a cup of water. I smiled at him. We were told our parents had been called. We were to wait for them.
"My dad will not be able to come. His work is important, and he does not leave it. Can I go home with Drake."
I felt bad for Nolan. However, the principal told us that he had contacted Nolan's dad and with his permission Nolan could ride to my house. Mom arrived and Mr. Jeffers praised Nolan's and my quick response when Elliot collapsed. He further told my mom that the EMTs said that Elliot had shown all the signs of a heart attack. Now I felt worse thinking this was my fault. I caused his stress. Heart attacks were caused by stress, that I knew. But what fourteen year old boy got a heart attack? Mom stopped at the middle school and picked up Toby before we went home. I had trouble talking so Nolan filled Toby and mom in on what had happened.
At home I sat on the couch staring at the floor. I could feel tears in my eyes. Nolan and Toby sat next to me trying to comfort me. They both had their arms around me. Nolan lay his cheek on mine. Toby's head lay on my shoulder. Every so often I would shiver. The phone rang. Nolan's dad called to say he was on his way to get Nolan. When he arrived, Nolan hugged me and kissed me not caring that his dad or my mom were watching. I kissed him back. After they left, I sat staring at the floor. I heard the phone ring.
"Drake," my mother called. I went and she handed me the phone. Elliot's mom had called to talk to me. "I want to thank you Drake. You and Nolan's quick response saved my son's life."
"What happened?"
"He had a heart attack. The immediate cause is unknown, but it was good he had it because the doctors have discovered Elliot has Type 2 diabetes. He will be okay. They want to keep him for a few days to stabilize him and get his blood sugar under control. He is conscious and wants to see you and another student named Nolan."
I relayed the information to mom after I said goodbye. I asked if Nolan could go with me to the hospital tomorrow? She told me to go shower. After I did, mom came to tell me Nolan was coming back to spend the night and we both could go to the hospital in the morning.
Nolan returned. After dinner we hung around as if in a daze. Later, we prepared for bed. Nolan slept with me. We slept naked and kissed, hugged, and cried a lot. Toby joined us, not for any boy sex but for comfort.
When we arrived at Elliot's room and peaked inside, we saw Elliot was hooked up to tubes and wires, but his eyes showed he was happy we were there. When his mom stepped out to give us privacy to talk, Elliot apologized after he thanked us. We told him to forget it. "Nope. I won't forget it. I was a dick. I promise that when I get out of here, I will make it up to you. For two Fags, you are cool. I might try some of that stuff with you if you let me."
I felt Elliot's forehead. "Are sure you don't have a fever? Did the EMTs drop you putting you into the ambulance?"
Elliot just smiled that cute smile he always gave me before our troubles. When we finally left, he blew me a kiss. Yep. They had dropped him, on his head.
Elliot was released three days later. He had to stay home until the weekend and had a doctor's appointment Monday morning for a checkup and clearance to return to school. With our parent's permission, we spent the night at Elliot's keeping him company and sleeping together on the extra bed in Elliot's room.. When the weekend came, Nolan and I stayed all day and night with Elliot. His mom had to work so this helped her.
We sat on Elliot's bed. "Guys, take my PJ's off. Please?" Both Nolan and I must have looked uncertain. "I'm okay guys. It will be more stressful if I do not try this.
We shrugged and took off Elliot's PJ's leaving him wearing his briefs. "Could you guys undress, please. Show me what you do."
"Elliot, you just got out of the hospital, for cripes sake. You had a heart attack. That is serious shit. There is no way we will do anything physical with you. We will not demonstrate anything sexual for you. We can talk. Nolan and I will care for you. I've got an idea, when you go to see the doctor, I'll go with you. No Nolan and I will go with you. We will ask him if you are well enough to engage in sexual activities."
I tried to look stern. I saw Nolan trying not to laugh. Elliot did laugh.
"Hey, let's do that. My mom will freak out."
That's when I knew Elliot would be okay.
We played X-Box in Elliot's room and watched TV streaming movies. That capability gave me an idea. I'd wait until Elliot got doctor clearance.
Monday Nolan and I went to school; Elliot went to the doctor's.
Elliot returned in time for lunch joining Nolan and I at the table. Elliot had a salad, with vinegar and olive oil dressing. "I have to change my eating. The doctor is sending me to a nutritionist to teach me how to eat so I manage my diabetes. He said my diabetes and fast food contributed to my heart attack. I need to cut back on carbs and fats. Eat more protein."
"What did he say about you know, that thing we talked about."
Elliot gave a grin. "Well, since my mom was in the room, I had to speak cryptically. When he said I was cleared to resume normal activities, I asked him if that meant all activities. I emphasized the word all. He got my meaning. He is a great pediatrician. He gets that teen boy's needs are best not talked about in front of mother's. He told my mom that he wanted to talk to me in private. When she left, he asked if I meant masturbation. I told him yes. Then he asked me if I wanted to have intercourse? I told him not with a girl. He gave me safe-sex pamphlets that I put in my pocket. He called my mom back. He told her he cleared me for all activities except ice-hockey."
"You do not play ice-hockey."
"I do not even ice-skate, Nolan."
We laughed. Mike and Jerry came over and gave Elliot a weird look.
"What? I want to sit with these two. They saved my life. The doctor said I needed to start walking to build up my heart. They are joining me."
Mike looked at us. Elliot, these weirdos are fags."
"Mike, use that word to refer to my friends again, and heart attack or no heart attack, I'll kick your ass. Yours too, Jerry."
Mike and Jerry walked away mumbling Fags in low voices.
Our parents were used to us staying with Elliot and they were okay with us doing so. Elliot's mom fed us and got ready to leave. She worked the night shift this week and was glad we could watch Elliot. We wished her a safe shift. She left and we went to Elliot's room where I put my plan into action.
"Elliot, you wanted to see what gay boys do?"
He nodded.
"Rather than Nolan and I showing you, I think I will use your internet to show you. Let's relax."
We lay next to Elliot. I pulled up gay porn featuring two twinks. I had checked this video before this evening. Two boys started making out. Then they stripped and began mutual jacking off. They next scene was the two giving blow jobs followed by bare anal. By the time we got to the end of the making out part and Elliot was rubbing his crotch. I reached over and undid his belt, his button, and lowered his zipper. Nolan helped by fishing Elliot's cock from his briefs. Nolan and I stripped so we were nude from the waist down.
I saw Elliot swallow as the movie moved to the mutual jack off part.
"Guys. Can we do that?"
"Let's get naked," I said.
Elliot was cut like us and like us was between five and six inches long. He had a full bush for a fourteen year old. Nolan and I were shaved.
"What do we do guys?"
"You and I jack each other for a while. Then I'll switch with Nolan." As we jacked, Elliot stared at the TV where oral action was taking place. I could tell he was close so I gave Nolan a turn. Elliot did not last much longer. He was a wild boy the closer he got to his release, wiggling, thrusting, and moaning. As his first spurt hit his stomach, I leaned over and put my tongue in his mouth. He kissed me back as he screamed.
When he calmed, I told him to watch and learn. I crawled over Elliot and took Nolan in my mouth. He turned and we showed Elliot how we 69ed. Both of us came thrusting and moaning.
When things calmed down, Elliot asked if he could try that. I offered him my dick still coated with my cum and Nolan's spit. There was nothing hesitant about the way I was attacked. He sucked me so hard and long, I felt myself getting hard. I put my hands in Elliot's hair as I fucked his mouth and came.
Elliot licked his lips. "So good. What have I missed all this time." Then he grabbed Nolan's cock put his mouth on it and sucked all the way to its base. I envisioned many good times with the three of us. Elliot might be a rookie, but he was becoming an awesome cocksucker with one lesson.