Exposed: CHAPTER 15
For once James wasn't the first to wake up. When the first light of the morning filled the room, Brock woke up refreshed, horny, and ready to celebrate. He slowly slid his hand down James' torso until he reached his boyfriend's morning wood. James took it in his hand and gave a couple of gentle pumps. The huge piece of manhood throbbed in Brock's hand and James let out a soft moan.
"Someone appears ready to play," James said. "Give me a few minutes to get ready, and my ass is all yours Big Boy." Brock liked it when James called him Big Boy and his cock twitch against James' thigh. James climbed from under the covers, and suddenly groaned in pain.
"What's the matter?" Brock asked with concern.
"Charley horse," James said through clenched teeth.
Brock got up and began massaging James' thigh, and said, "The swimming and drinking caught up with you. Now that you're a jock we need to make sure you are eating like a jock. First, we need to make sure you are drinking enough water to stay hydrated. Second, we need to make sure you are getting enough calcium, magnesium, and potassium."
"I'm not sure I like where this is going."
"It's not just your diet, it's also your weights and training plan. As of today, you and I are fitness buddies."
James flopped back on the bed, and said, "Now I know I don't like where this is going."
"According to the experts on the internet, a stronger core makes for better sex," Brock said.
"Oh, so now you think my performance in bed is subpar, do you?" James shot back.
"Not today, hot stuff. I'm not letting you put me on the defensive. You know what I mean. You are great in bed, but I notice your little insecurities about your body."
"Insecurities, what insecurities are you talking about?"
"Well, like how whenever Kip or Weston walk in the room, you slip on a shirt," Brock said.
"Okay, I have to admit, you guys have great arms and chests and I do feel a bit inadequate when the three of you are all ripped and shirtless. I guess I wouldn't mind a little more definition," James said less defensively.
"I want you to feel comfortable walking around at swim meets."
"Oh shit," James said now a bit panicked. "I forgot about swim meets and speedos."
"What's the big deal, about a speedo. You swam for Coach totally naked, and you have nothing to be ashamed of in the cock department."
"That's just it. I look like a circus freak in a speedo, and jammers aren't much better."
"First, we should all be that freaky, but second, you're in good shape and you'll be surprised what a little lifting will do to define your muscles and give people something beside your cock to stare at. I am always surprised how strong you are. It's just that you don't look strong. We can fix that with a little time in the weight room and a bit of a diet change. I'm not talking about making you into a muscle god like Weston, just adding a bit of pop to your pecs, some awe to your abs, and some bang to your booty."
"Damn, you'd better find yourself a rich sugar daddy, because you ain't selling that sad ass attempt at rapping."
"I don't need no sugar daddy. I got me a sugar hunk."
"Yes you do babe, yes you do. And as much as I hate the thought, I admit I could use some time in the gym, but now what I need is jock cock up my ass. So, I will be right back," and James headed for the bathroom.
"It wasn't long before James was back and ready to play. He wasted no time dropping to his knees and sucking his boyfriend's leaking cock. Brock was very excited and James had to be careful not to trigger something premature. Of course, with Brock's short refractory time, James wasn't afraid Brock would be one and done. However, the first orgasm was always the best and James intended to work Brock into a frenzy before giving him that first incredible, mind-blowing release.
Several times James had Brock on the edge of cumming, only to back off and leave him desperate for release. Finally, James pushed Brock backward onto the bed and with a knee on each side, straddled Brock's tight abs.
"Are you tough?" James asked, and Brock nodded.
"Can face the challenge? Brock nodded.
"Can you laugh in the face of pain?" Brock growled.
"Let's see if you can," James said and lined Brock's dripping cock up with his hole. Without warning James twisted Brock's nipples and slid down on his cock. Brock let out a yelp that was a combination of equal parts pleasure and pain. James had to spend some time getting used to the feeling of fullness. Then he leaned down and kissed Brock.
When he was comfortable, James asked Brock, "Are you ready?" Brock nodded, and James began riding up and down on Brock's steel hard cock. After a few minutes, James pushed Brock's hands above his head. Then buried his nose in Brock's warm hairy pits. Brock's scent was like a rich complex perfume.
Between the pheromone heavy musk of Brock's pits, the pounding James was giving himself on Brock's swollen cock, and the feel of his own cock grinding into his boyfriend's shredded abs, it was James who lost control and iced Brock's torso with a cum glaze.
As James released his load, his ass clenched, and Brock began pumping two days of cum into James' eager hole. It was a total orgasm. Every muscle, every neuron, and all of his senses were engaged in the most complete release imaginable. The only blemish on the moment was the realization that he might never again experience such a perfect moment of lust, love, and sexual stimulation.
Brock came inside James twice more that morning, but neither came close to the first. Later, as Brock held James in his arms, he had to smile at his own greed and entitlement. Most guys would give their right nut for one of his mediocre orgasms, and here he was moping that he might have just had the perfect orgasm.
James sensed what Brock was thinking and said, "Don't worry babe. You haven't yet seen near all of my bag of tricks."
Brock smiled, and said, "You are my sexual sensei, but I am your personal trainer. It is time to get ready for Sunday dinner, then we hit the gym."
All James could do was groan.
Sunday dinner in the Mill Brook cafeteria was the school's Thanksgiving feast. Most Sunday's only those faculty who were assigned to supervise the meal showed up, but on special occasions most of the faculty and their families would be present. Of course, none of the students got to choose who they sat with, even at holiday feasts. So the mythical dining lottery put James as the co-host of a bunch of unruly freshmen. The other senior host was Monty Peterson, a nice guy, not the sharpest crayon in the box. However, Monty was an honest sort, and never failed to repay his debts. Monty was one of the linemen James had helped get through chemistry, and he and James had actually become kind of friends through the tutoring session.
A couple of the freshmen were beginning to feel cocky. It often happened around Thanksgiving that some of the freshmen would begin to lose their awe of the upperclassmen and become a bit insolent, some just became assholes.
Dirk Rogers, was a recent a transfer from another school and had missed being a witness to `the altercation.' Dirk decided to challenge James's seniority, and said, "So Spangler, I hear you're a fag."
James bristled at the question and said, "Fag is not an acceptable term to be used at Mill Brook. A more appropriate term would be to ask if I'm gay. Of course, I would say yes."
"Gay, fag, homo, what's the difference? It's still gross no matter what you call it."
Monty put down his fork and said, "Mr. Rogers, I think you should find another table."
"Why?"
"Because you stink," Monty said. "You reek of bigotry and ignorance, and your stench is ruining my meal."
"Fine, I'm sure there are plenty tables of normal people," Dirk said as he stood up. Then he turned to the other freshmen and said "Come on boys, l see an empty table over there." None of the other freshmen got up. "Come on, I said let's go!"
Still none of the freshmen moved. Finally, one of them, Matt Epstein, said, "Monty is right, you stink and none of us want to be associated with you. Maybe you got by saying shit about gay people and minorities in Tennessee, but in Massachusetts most people, even if they are stupid enough to think that crap, aren't so stupid they would say it out loud."
When Dirk first stood up and demanded the freshmen follow him, the students seated at the closest tables began paying attention to what was going on, and now they began to applaud Matt standing up to Dirk. Dirk looked around and realizing he as in a decided minority, got red-faced, and yelled, "Fuck off all of you, just fuck off." Then he stormed out of the cafeteria.
Monty picked up his fork, and said, " I believe Mr. Rogers won't be returning after the Holiday. Yet one more thing to be thankful for."
"Amen," Epstein said, and the table burst into laughter. Sitting at the faculty table, Dean Meyers smiled sensing the winds of change at Mill Brook Academy.
James was walking back to the dorm with Brock, Kip, and Lance after dinner, when Lance said, I'm sorry James. Watching Rogers make an ass of himself today, reminded me that was where I was just a few weeks ago."
James said, "Lance, you were never like that kid, and we have both changed since then. If you remember, I wasn't an innocent victim."
Lance grabbed his shoulder and said, "I remember," causing everyone to laugh.
Kip asked, "What do you guys have planned for the day?"
"The gym is open from three to five today, so James and I are starting our new workout plans today."
James groaned, "Do we have to?"
"If we want to make a difference before your first swim meet, we do."
"What kind of difference?" Kip asked.
Brock tugged on his shirt, and Kip said, "Oh that."
"Did you tell Kip!?" James said as he punched Brock in the arm.
"Ow," Brock said, "I didn't tell him, he told me."
"I'm sorry," Kip said, "I just noticed one day and asked Brock about it."
"I'm feeling left out of the conversation," Lance said.
"It's just James feels self-conscious about his body and always puts a shirt on when Kip or Weston are in our room," Brock said. "Ow, now why did you punch me?"
"Because you just told Lance, you big Neanderthal."
"Oops," Brock said.
"I get it," Lance said. "I always thought I looked pretty good until I started hanging out with the Gorilla Gang."
"Gorilla Gang?" Brock asked.
"Yeah, you didn't know that's what the sophomore guys called you, Kip, and Weston?"
"Ouch," James said.
"What's wrong with being known as a gorilla?" Kip asked.
"Nothing, if you're a fan of small penises," James said. "The average male gorilla is packing only an inch and a half erect."
"That can't be true," Kip said.
"It is," Brock said, "The boy is a walking encyclopedia of facts about penises and testicles."
"I still don't get what that has to do with the first swim meet," Lance said.
"Brock thinks if I tone up my body especially my thighs, my cock won't look so showy in my speedo." James said.
"Who the fuck cares," Lance said, "If I had your meat, I'd be more than happy to hang it in the window."
"Really, even if it were on display for your mother and aunt to see."
"I guess I didn't think about that. You know, I really should put on some muscle mass if I am serious about trying to play college soccer. That game gets pretty physical. Do you mind if I work out with you guys?"
"The more the merrier." James said.
So at 3:00. James, Brock, Kip, Lance, Weston and Malik were waiting for Mr. Knopf to unlock the gym doors. "What's this?" Knopf asked.
James said, "Since I decided to go out for the swim team, I thought I might need to put on a bit of muscle. So Brock is my trainer."
Knopf looked at Brock and asked, "Do you know anything about weight training for swimmers?"
"I have done some research," Brock said, "I can show you the plan, and I would welcome feedback."
Once inside, Brock handed Knopf the plan he created for James' workout. After looking at it for a few minutes. Knopf said, "Mr. Champlain, I am very impressed. You've done you research, and judging from your body, you know your way around the weight room."
"Thank you, sir," Brock said with a smile.
"Do you play any Winter sports?"
"No sir, I usually use the Winter season to get ready for lacrosse."
"Would you want to be my student assistant? There is always a coach supervising the weight room, but they really don't have sport specific workout plans. If you would help the team with workouts, I could stay in the pool and work with individuals on technique."
"That sounds like fun," Brock said. "Can Kip also help out?"
"Absolutely. I'll let the other coaches know what you guys are doing, so they know I have approved you working with the swimmers and divers."
So, while Weston did his own workout, Brock and Kip started working with James, Malik, and Lance. After stretching, the first exercise was dumbbell bench presses followed by pull-ups. In total Brock had ten exercises in the plan that targeted the muscles most used by swimmers and divers. While Lance had spent time in the weight room, neither James or Malik were that familiar with it. So, in addition to demonstrating the proper technique for each exercise, Brock explained the muscles that were being targeted, and gym etiquette.
When they finished the workout, James and Malik were actually getting excited about strength training. As the guys were getting ready to leave, Knopf stopped them and said, "Brock and Kip, I was really impressed with the way you worked with the guys. Don't be surprised if some of the other coaches want you guys to do the same for their boys." James could see how much Coach Knopf's praise meant to both Brook and Kip.
Back in the dorm, James checked his phone and found that his father had replied to his message about joining the swim team. The message from JMP Sr. was simply a smiley face. James smiled and went to grab a shower. He wasn't really that sweaty, but he didn't want to explain to Brock how a dumb little emoji could make him so emotional.
After getting out of the shower, James decided to call his mother. She answered on the third ring. "I hope I'm not calling too late," James said, "I don't really know what time it is in Zurich."
"It's almost midnight, but neither Sydney or I are sleepy. This trip is playing havoc with our sleep."
"Are you still planning to fly back from Europe next weekend?"
"Yes, we have already made plans....your father and I are now single....we're still not divorced....but we are single."
James heard his mother's voice crack, and he asked, "Mom, are you okay."
"Not yet...but I will be. Sydney and I are going to be happy...and I think your father is going to be happy...at least I hope so."
"Mom, I miss you."
"I miss you too," Julia said, then added, "Promise me something."
"Sure Mom, whatever you want," James said.
"Promise me you won't settle for anything less than being happy. I need you to be happy for me, but most importantly, I need you to be happy for you. I know I'm not making sense, but no one in our family is very good at being happy. I need you to change that, to change our family. I need to go...but please promise me you will do what makes you happy. Promise me you won't put off being happy."
"I will. Mom, I promise I'll be happy."
"Thank you," Julia said and hung up the phone.
James was sitting on the bed wiping away tears when Brock walked into the room after finishing his shower. He saw James and asked, "What's wrong...what..."
Before Brock could get another word out, James had him locked in a passionate kiss. When James finally, broke the kiss, he looked his boyfriend in the eyes, and said, "Brock Champlain, I love you."
Now it was Brock's turn to get emotional, and he said, James Spangler Pierce, I love you too." Then it was his turn to kiss his boyfriend.
Following several minutes of deep kissing, the boys finally needed to come up for air. After a couple of deep breaths, Brock said, "Don't get me wrong, I am thrilled to hear you say you love me, and I am more than excited to say those words to you. But what happened to we have to wait until Thanksgiving?"
"My mother just made me promise that I wouldn't put off doing what makes me happy, and nothing makes my happier than you."
"You know what would make me very happy right now?" Brock asked.
"I am pretty sure I know the answer, but you have to tell me what would make you happy right now."
Brock kissed James again, and said, "It would make me beyond happy if you would make love to me."
James smiled and then put a finger on Brock's lips, then said,"Let me show you how much I love you. Then James slowly traced a line to Brock's chin and eventually to down his neck to the soft jugular notch. Brock tilted his head back in a display of trust and exposed an anatomical vulnerability. Eventually, James' finger continued its downward travel through the cleft formed by Brock's bulging pecs and across his washboard abs. When the finger reached Brock's navel, James again paused before following a treasure trail to a jungle of pubic hair. The finger made its way through the bush before emerging at the base of a hard and erect cock. James slowly moved his finger along the top of Brock's penis like someone walking the plank on a pirate ship. Finally reaching the spongy head, James gently circled it. Eventually a single clear drop of precum formed on the tip. James used his finger to gather the small dew drop and then placed it onto his own tongue.
Brock laid back onto the bed with his cock pointing to the ceiling and his hands locked behind his head. James took a moment to admire his gorgeous athletic stud before swallowing his perfect cock. This time there was no teasing or edging; James wanted a full load of warm thick cum to savor, and Brock didn't disappoint. When he erupted, he filled James' mouth faster than the boy could swallow. Soon cum was leaking down Brock's cock, but yet more kept coming. Finally, Brock was drained and James could clean up any spills before sharing with his lover.
They kissed and their tongues danced in each other's mouths until Brock said, "I want, I need you to fuck me."
James stood up, and Brock grabbed his ankles, but his legs back, and exposed his tight hole to James. After only a moment's hesitation James ran his tongue through the canyon formed by Brock's massive glutes. Brock moaned. Brock barely knew what rimming was, and his first experience was so much more intense than he could possibly have imagined. It wasn't long before Brock needed more, he needed James inside him.
James placed his well lubed cock against Brock's hole. No matter how much Brock wanted James inside him, this was the moment he had to will himself to relax. After a couple of deep breaths, he smiled and nodded. James pushed forward and after a split second's resistance, entered Brock. James slowly pushed deeper into Brock, until finally he was in to the hilt.
James leaned down and kissed Brock, then said, "You are what makes me happy." Brock smiled and replied, "Show me how happy you are."
As James began thrusting Brock wrapped his arms and legs around James. James began driving his cock into Brock's ass, and Brock asked for more. Without warning Brock shuddered and he released his second load, and James responded by dumping his own load deep inside his lover. For a minute the boys shared their orgasms with each other.
Laying next to each other in a post-orgasm bliss, both boys came to the realization that they had bonded in a way much stronger than legal documents or marriage ceremonies could forge. Somehow, in the vastness of humanity they had found their perfect match, their kindred spirits. Neither James nor Brock were naive, they knew that life could throw some pretty nasty shit at them at any time. They also knew their relationship would be tested, perhaps even battered, over time. However, James knew from watching his parents how easy it was to destroy a marriage even when a couple seem to have it all; and, Brock knew from watching his parents how much conscious effort it took to keep a relationship healthy and loving. In the end, both knew what they had was a precious gift, far rarer than it should be in the world, and it was now their sacred responsibility to protect and to nurture.
Brock kissed James, and said, "I love you."
And, James returned the kiss and said, "I love you too."
James looked at his watch, then said, "Shit, I'd like to lay here the rest of the day just sucking, fucking, and cuddling, but I still have to proof my Modern Civilization paper and print it off to turn in tomorrow. Also, don't you have an assignment due in the morning."
"Yeah, we have to just finished reading `Ode on a Grecian Urn' by John Keats, so now Ms. Rush wants us to write our own ode. I am thinking of calling mine "Ode on My Boyfriend's Cock."
James burst into laughter. Then said, "As funny as that would be, keep in mind that when Jerry Moses decide to write an essay on the `perfect fart' in freshman English, Dean Meyers had his mother come to school and sit on the front row while poor Jerry had to read his essay aloud to the class. I thought he might have a mental collapse, or shit his pants, before he was through."
"Fuck, I remember that. Dean Meyers can be so diabolical with disciple. I would have rather taken 20 swats on my bare ass."
"So now picture me sitting on the front row, with your mother on my right, and my mother on my left, while you read `Ode on My Boyfriend's cock'."
"Oh shit! I might never be able to get it hard again." Brock said only half kidding. "I guess I'd better get to work."
So it was, that from late afternoon to nearly 11 p.m., Ian and Brock worked on their projects, with only a short break for supper. As he crawled into bed next to Brock, James' mind turned to the Thanksgiving holiday. All he could do was wonder what drama, crisis, or chaos would he and Brock be walking into at home.
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