Exposed

Exposed: Chapter 11

Between James taking care of family business and some rainy weather, it had been slow going on the Troy project. However, James need a new focus and Troy was it. He'd reserved one of the conference room at the cafeteria for a meeting to discuss the next steps. When James and Brock were in NYC, Kip and Lance had organized a crew to finish the last of the clean up of the quarry, and they were ready to move into phase two.

At the meeting were James, Brock, Kip, and Lance. They were joined by Mr. Gregg, Coach Montoya and Walter Gracie.

"I and Mr. Gregg took a walk out to Troy yesterday, and we were very impressed," James said. "Kip and Lance, thanks for picking up the slack while I and Brock were dealing with my dysfunctional family issues last weekend."

Kip and Lance had begun to bond, and both smiled as they accepted thanks from the entire group.

"What are some ideas for the next phase?"

"When all the brush and junk were removed from around the pool, it was really amazing," Kip said. The pool was actually a crescent shaped depression of three to four feet where stone was being quarried when they tapped into a spring and it filled with water. "I think we need to make that a central feature."

"I agree," Lance said, "I was thinking lights and maybe some water effects. That water is so clear, and the way the stone is colors it looks way deeper than it actually is. Maybe we should have a contest to create a myth about the pool to use in the Trojan Games."

"I like that idea," Mr. Gregg said, "I have alway thought there should be some mythology connecting the games and the school to Troy."

James asked "So Lance and Mr. Gregg, would you be interested in figuring out what to do with the pool, and seeing if the English or History teachers would be interested in a mythology project." Both readily agreed.

"If it's okay with everyone," James said, "I have a several friends in the Drama Society I would like to ask them about ideas for things like a stage, lighting, and sound."

Walter suddenly spoke up, and said, "I think you boys are gettin' ahead of yourselves. There's no infrastructure out there. All the things you're talking about are gonna need power. Where are you gonna get that?" Also, the weather will soon get bad, and there ain't a road or a walkway to the place that works during the rain and snow. You're also going to need some professional help, with some of that. I won't be having a sixteen-year-old installing electrical or water lines. Finally, who's got the money to pay for all these ideas?"

Everyone looked at James, and he said, "Well I'd better call my mother. Brock, can you continue the meeting while I make a call?"

James walked away from the table and called Julia. At a few minutes James said loud enough to get everyone's attention although they could hear only one end of the conversation, "What really? I can really do that?... Sure, I'll give Shane a call tonight. ... I did not know that," James said looking right at Lance who suddenly got very uncomfortable.

When James returned to the table he said, "My mother has control of Pierce International, but somehow I think everyone here already knew that." Lance's discomfort increased. She just told me that she's asked accounting to set up a fund for this project under my name. Apparently, she is testing me. As it turns out the closest division of Pierce International with the expertise to help with the project is something called Bradley Shipping and Logistics. It seems Lance is familiar with that company."

Kip jumped in, and said, "Interesting, however noon classes start in ten minutes and I have to take a piss before French class how about we meet again Friday, and the meeting ended.

While everyone was getting up, James said "Lance, I need to talk with you."

Lance sat back down and so did Brock and Kip. James looked at Kip and said, "I thought you had to take a piss."

"I do, but I think I need to be here for this conversation. So get it started, because I can't hold it much longer."

"Okay Lance, did my mother or father threaten your family?"

"No," Lance said.

"I sort a did," Kip said, and then told James about the meeting he had with Lance in the infirmary the night of `The Altercation.' "So, don't be mad at your parents, be mad at me."

James looked at Lance, and Lance smiled, and said, "The way I see it, Kip and Brock were just trying whatever way they could to keep a stupid situation from turning into a bad situation. I talked with my father and my mother afterward, and frankly they are glad things didn't get any worse; my mother was particularly embarrass about the way she behaved. They are also very happy we are friends, at least I hope we are friends."

"Absolutely, we are friends. In fact, I think the four of us need to go see you father about what he can do to help us, can you arrange that?"

"Sure, would Sunday work? I'm sure mom would want to have you guys for dinner."

"That sound great. I'm glad we are all friends, but I really have to piss," Kip said, and ran to the restroom to the sound of laughter.

Friday was the last soccer game of the regular season. Mill Brook was already in the playoffs, but the game was crucial for seeding. It was also a nasty wet and cold evening. While James was a regular at the soccer games, in the past, he would not have risked pneumonia sitting in the stands. However, now the threat of death would not have kept him away. After the problem at practice on Monday, Joel and two of his friends decided to quit the team so, Lance was moved from defender to midfield.

Both the Trojan and the Middlefield Bears were evenly match and undefeated, and the weather didn't help the players. To make matters worse, toward the end of the game the temperature dropped to near freezing. It wasn't until the final five minutes of the game that Kip got Brock the ball in scoring position and the Trojans went up 1-0. The rest of the game was a brutal test of wills and a very physical game which came down to a heroic save by the Trojan goalie to give Mill Brook the win.

After the game James went back to his room, stripped off his clothes, and took a warm shower. He was drying off when there was a load banging on his door. When he opened it he found Brock shivering still wearing his uniform.

"What the..."

"The water heater in the locker room gave out!" Brock said as he grabbed James and pulled him back into the shower.

"I just finished my shower..."

Brock's teeth were beginning to chatter and James knew he need to get warm quickly, so he helped Brock pull off his uniform.

"Fuck, I can't believe how cold I am. I bet my cock is just a nub."

James reach down and grabbed it then said, "Nah, that's about what it always is."

"Asshole!"

Soon the water began to cool. Clearly Brock wasn't the only soccer player in the dorm trying to get warm.

"Let's get you dried off and under some quilts."

Brock got into bed and James got another quilt out if his closet and then crawled into bed to share his body heat. Cuddled up together, it didn't take long for Brock to warm and stop shivering.

"Do you think Kip is alright," James asked. "He had to be freezing as well."

"His girlfriend came up for the game. She's a Freshman at Boston College, and her cousin lives in Concord. She often stays with her cousin so she can spend time with him. My guess is she's got Kip plenty warm."

The two were spooning and Brock was the big spoon. He had his arm around James and was absent-mindedly teasing one of his nipples. Brock said, "I committed to Fordham today."

"Is that what you want?" James asked.

"I think so, I really want to play D1 soccer. For a Jesuit school it seems pretty gay friendly. With my parents being alums and growing up in New York, I think I can handle the culture. I guess I just have to find out."

"That's good to hear, because yesterday I accepted my offer to Columbia. Now for the big question. Do you want to be roommates?"

"Absolutely."

James rolled over so he could kiss Brock, and when he did he noticed Brock was very hard. He took hold of Brock's cock and said, "It seems somebody's meat had thawed out."

"Yeah, I guess that happens when you're in bed with a hot stud."

"So, what do you think we should do with this?"

Brock had also taken hold of James' cock and was slowly stroking it, and said, "More importantly, where are we going to put this? Hey I have an idea, how about right here." Brock then rolled onto his stomach and spread his cheeks. Suddenly, Brock gasped as he was completely caught off guard by the feeling of James' tongue probing his ass.

"Oh fun....," Brock started, but James clapped a hand over his mouth and said, "Careful stud, this isn't the 33rd floor of a New York high-rise." Brock nodded and buried his face in a pillow.

By the time James finally slipped his cock into Brock's hungry hole, the soccer hero was nearly insane. Like their first time, James started slow and tender, but Brock demanded more. The jock was ready to test his limits.

Though they were still getting to know each other's bodies and hot spots, James already knew Brock couldn't last long when his prostrate was being pounded: however, the upside was that only minutes after cumming he would be ready to do it again.

Before James even dumped his first load, Brock had already given up three. Brock was completely hooked. James was his drug, and he never wanted to be sober again.

In the morning it was still raining when James woke up. He and Brock had spent the night cuddled together warm and safe in each other's arm. He wasn't ready to leave that security and comfort, but nature was calling. So, he carefully untangled from Brock, and headed to the bathroom. It wasn't long before Brock joined him.

"So what are your plans for this miserable Saturday?" Brock asked.

"Nothing really, this isn't my Saturday to work in the library, so normally I would get breakfast, do laundry, clean the room, you know the sort of things spoiled rich kids expect the help to do when they are at home."

"Do you need help?"

"No, but you and Kip do. How about we clean that stink hole you and he live in."

"But that will take all day," Brock whined.

"Then we'd better eat a good breakfast."

"Fine,"Brock said grabbing James and pulling him into the shower. Brock winced and grabbed his thigh.

"What's the matter?"

"Well, in case you didn't notice, I took a pretty good beating last night."

"Hey, I'm sorry. I'll take it easier from now on," James said with as smile.

"Don't go getting a big head. I can take what you got all night long. These are soccer aches."

"Let me take a look at your leg," and James dropped to his knees. "Yeah, you have a couple of nasty bruises on the back of your legs, and this one on your right thigh looks really ugly. I think l know the play you got this one. At the time I thought is was dirty play."

"Yeah, there were a couple of times I was sure they had no intention of making contact with the ball, but they were never flagrant enough to draw a card."

James began to gently kiss the bruise, and Brock moaned. James said, "Turn around, I know something that will take your mind off of that bruise."

When James and Brock finally finished their shower and got dressed, Brock look at his watch and said, "There's no way we're making breakfast in the cafeteria. Where do you want to eat breakfast?"

"I don't care. Dunkin' Donuts is fine by me."

Brock got a smile and said, "If we're going to Dunkin' Donuts, let's go to the original Dunkin' Donuts."

"Really, where's that? In Quincy. It's only an hour drive and what else do the have to do on a Saturday when the weather is so crappy?"

"Okay, let's go."

Quincy, Massachusetts may be know as the birthplace of Presidents John Adams and John Quincy Adams, but it's also the birthplace and home to the original Dunkin' Donuts. During WWII, William Rosenberg worked in the Quincy shipyards. He noticed that there weren't good options for lunch in the area and started a business selling sandwiches, coffee, doughnuts, and other snacks from a truck. After realizing that over 50 percent of his business was in donuts and coffee, he started a donut shop called the `Open Kettle' and sold coffee for a dime and donuts for a nickel. When he noticed the customers were dunking their donuts in their coffee, his shop got a new name and the world's largest donut franchise was born.

The original store has a retro flare and is a Mecca for true Dunkin' fans. Brock and James orders a variety dozen donuts, a couple of sides of bacon, and coffee. James looked at Brock and said, "I can't believe you aren't sick today. As cold as you were last night, I was actually a bit worried and thought about calling the dorm parents to check you out."

"Well you gave me a good dose of vitamin Cum."

"Somehow, I don't think an ass full of cum is a miracle cure." The boys had both gotten tested for STIs so they could dispense with the condoms. Brock had never had sex with anyone, but decided to go with James as a show of support and brotherhood.

"Perhaps not," Brock said, "but I think it will require significantly more testing before we can definitely state its efficacy, or lack of efficacy, to a medical certainty. In fact, I think I might need a booster when we get back to Mill Brook."

"Not before we tackle that swamp you and Kip call home. FYI, when we start living together, you better clean up your act."

"Did I just hear, `when we start living together'?"

"Unless, you don't want us to live together next year."

"Brock smiled and said, "Gobble, gobble."

Before they left, James went up to the counter and ordered 12 dozen donuts. When they got back to Mill Brook, James sent a text to the dorm twitter feed, `Free Dunkin' Donuts in the commons." Before long the sound of doors opening and closing and guys running down the stairs could be heard all over the dorm. James and Brock laughed as they watch 144 donuts disappear in 15 minutes.

When Brock opened the door to his room, James stepped back and said, "Phew, you guys are just stank. It smells like a cross between ass, a jockstrap that hasn't been washed all season, and Axe body spray. Why in the hell do teenage jocks think Axe smells good?"

"Oh, it isn't that bad, and I know you like my smell. I know you stole a pair of my boxer briefs," Brock said. James couldn't help smiling, because as much as he hated to admit it, he really did find everything about Brock, including his smell, sexy.

"Whatever," James said, "It will take us all day, if we wash all this laundry it the dorm washing machines. Put all you clothes in a baskets, and I'll do the same with Kips's. We can go down to the Longfellow Laundromat and do everything at one time. Also, make sure to strip you bed. Maybe you've noticed that my bed doesn't smell like a dog has been sleeping in it, that's because I wash my sheets occasionally."

"I think you're getting a bit insulting." Brock said half joking and half irked.

"Eww ick, what the fuck is this?" James asked.

Brock laughed and said, "That my friend is Kip's pocket pussy."

Next time, I'm wearing latex gloves and a surgical mask; maybe even a hazmat suit."

Brock gave James a nasty look, telling he'd gone too far.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, so sorry," James said very contritely. "Sometime I just don't know when to stop. Can you forgive me for being so prissy and judgmental?"

Brock knew he had James off balance and turned that table by playing up his hurt feelings wit a sad, pouty face.

"Stop," James said, "you're breaking my heart."

Finally, Brock smiled and said, "Gobble, gobble," and James returned the gesture.

When they got to the laundromat, they filled six washers with, casual clothes, workout gear, underwear, towels and bedding. When all the washers were loaded and running Brock and James had time to talk.

Brock asked, "Are you going to be able to live with me. I promise I'll try, but I am pretty sure I won't keep things as clean and organized at you do."

"Maybe you haven't noticed," James said, "but I have a bit of Obsessive/Compulsive Disorder. I think we need to come to an arrangement on housekeeping expectations. How about this, you try your best to help keep the place clean, and I will try my best not to be an asshole."

"Wow, I guess I got the easy part of that deal."

"Ouch!" James said, "Rub my nose in it, why don't you."

"Sorry, I couldn't let the opportunity just go by. I guess I'm just a bit worried that one morning you're going to wake next to me and realize that dumb jocks with six inch cocks are a dime a dozen, and you can do better. So I get a bit defensive whenever I feel you are pointing out my flaws."

James laughed a little, then said, "Sorry, I'm not laughing at you, I am laughing at how nerdy I am. My Grandfather Piece filled his time with hobbies after he turned the company over to my father. When I would visit him, he would tell me about them. One of his hobbies was coin collecting, but for him it was more than just owning a coin, it was knowing the history and culture surrounding the coin. He told me the phrase a dime a dozen' would be $1.78 a dozen if the phrase kept up with the rise in a inflation, or "$15,000 dollars a dozen" if you where talking about the price of 1796 dime."

"Sorry buddy, you have lost me. Even if guys like me are $15,000 dollars a dozen, that's still peanuts to you."

"My grandfather told me, the real value of something rare isn't it's list price, but how much you are willing to pay to acquire it and how much it will take to induce the owner of it to sell it to you. He then said what people see when they read about a new record for the sale of a coin or painting is the monetary value; however, there is another value they don't see, the value you place on something when you've been searching for it for a long time and finally find it. So, to torture this metaphor a bit more, there may be a million Brock Champlains in the world, but it took me a long time to find mine, and I ain't giving him up for cheap, and especially over a few baskets of stinky clothes. So, I have one last thing to say, then we are putting this conversation behind us... Gobble gobble."

Brock smiled and replied, "Gobble, gobble."

When the laundry was finished and folded or put on hangers, they went back to the dorm. While Brock put the clothes away, James swept the room and dusted. When Brock came back from taking out the trash, James was finishing making the beds.

"This is amazing, it didn't look this good when we moved in here. Hey, and what's the smell?"

"Clean?"

"No that other smell."

"As a joke, on my 13th birthday, mom gave me some room spray she found from this essential oil catalog. I liked it and had her keep ordering it for me. She occasionally tries new scents, and I thought this one fits you and Kip more than me. It's call `Man Cave,' and is supposed to smell like the woods."

Brock gave James a kiss, and said, "Thank you."

After supper Brock was laying on James bed, and asked, can I spend the night down here. Kip isn't coming back until the morning when we go to Lance's home for dinner. I want him to see the room in pristine condition. Plus, the Condoms lost their last game. They'll all be drunk and pissy."

"Of course, you can spend the night, but just so you know, tonight I am playing cards with some of my friends. I am sure you are welcome to join us."

"What kind of cards?"

"Tonight, it's Pitch, do you know how to play."

"I've played before."

"Are you any good? I hate to lose."

"I'm good."

Around seven, there was a knock on the door, and when James answered he said, "Hey Toby, is the it time for the game?"

"Yeah, we're headed over now."

"I'm bringing Brock. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, just make sure he knows the rule."

When Toby left, Brock asked, "What rule?"

James said, "The first rule Game Club, is you don't talk about Game Club." Then James started to laugh, "Sorry, nerd joke."

"That was a joke?" Brock snarked, "Nerd jokes are almost as funny as dad jokes."

"My bad, I forgot that jocks have such sophisticated taste in the humor department."

"Now, James there's no need to get snippy. Not everyone can appreciate the subtle political and social satire of a good fart joke."

James smiled and said, "Anyway, game night is off campus, so we try to stay on the DL. Since you are my guest, every thing goes on my tab. The rental of the facility and the snacks are included in the cover charge. When we check in, you'll be given a card with your name and the name of the person that invited you, me. Whenever you get a beer, soda, whatever, someone will stamp your card. There is not a limit, but if the social committee thinks you're getting too drunk, they will check a box on the card to cut you off. Oh, and if you lose the card or fail to turn it in, it's an automatic $100 fee. The other rules are have fun, don't be an asshole, and treat everyone as your friend."

"How long has this `club' existed?"

"This is the second year we've been doing this. Last year, it was pretty small, but this year we've been inviting others to join."

"How do you join?" Brock asked.

"First, you have to be invited by an existing member to one of game nights. If you fit in and there isn't an objection from the original members, you are asked to join. Now, let's go. I hate being late."

The place they were headed was just a couple of blocks from the campus, so they walked. It was an old stone dairy barn that was in the process of being converted to a wedding venue. However, until it was complete, the owner was happy to take the Game Club's money provided they didn't tear anything up and no one called the cops.

When they entered and checked in, James was surprised to find several other jocks were also there, include Tanner from the lacrosse team.

"Brock, what are you doing here?"

"James invited me. How about you."

"I love to play games and I like good conversation. I got invited to one of game nights and was totally hooked. After I became a member, I invited a couple of guys from my dorm, and they wanted to join as well. We are called the Jockus Caucus by the rest of the members."

"That is so cool. It's like you are bridging the jock, non-jock social divide."

"We think so, and I hear you are bridging it as well."

"I hope that doesn't bother you."

"No man, my brother is gay. When he came out, I learned it's impossible, at least for me, to be homophobic when someone you love and care about is LBGTQ+."

"I just hope the rest of the team will feel the same way."

"I'm sure they will. Hell, if the soccer team can step up and do the right thing, so can the lacrosse team. Plus, I'll remind them that if you don't play, it's like taking 27 percent of the points off the scoreboard before the season even starts." In addition to being the lacrosse goalie, Tanner also posted the team stats on the web.

The way the game was set up was that two teams would play and the winner would stay at the table until every table had completed the round. Then teams that lost would find a team they hadn't played before and the next round was ready to play. At the end of the evening, the team that had the most wins was declared champion. There weren't any prizes and everything was just for fun and bragging rights until the next game night.

James and Brock were doing well, until the third game when Brock overbid his hand twice and took them set both times. While they were waiting for the final tables to finish the round, James sidled up to Brock and grabbed his crotch, then said, "FYI, I know where Mr. Gregg keeps a spare cane, so don't play stupid again."

Brock smiled and said, "I might be scared if I didn't know you liked those almost as much as I do."

James laughed, and said, "Well, it's a good thing we're not playing poke because you just called my bluff."

At the end of the night, James and Brock came in second, and after turning in their cards headed back to the dorm. "So, if you don't mind my asking, how much did that cost?"

"I won't know for sure until I get an email, but my guess is between $125 to $150. I usually just round to the next 100 when I pay the treasurer."

"That was really a lot of fun," Brock said. "Anytime you need a partner, just let me know."

James replied, "You can count on that."

"Once back in the room, James asked, "What time do we have to leave tomorrow?"

"I told Kip and Lance to meet at my car by 10:30. It's only an hour and 15 drive to the Rush's and dinner isn't until 12:30, but I wanted to give us a little time."

"Okay, I'll set the alarm for 7:30," James said.

"Why so early?" Brock asked. "We don't need three hours to shower and dress."

James, just stared at Brock and finally a lightbulb went on, and Brock said, "Oh, maybe you should set it for seven just to be sure."

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