Exposed

Exposed: Chapter 5

It had been years since the old stone quarry had been used for anything besides a place to dump unwanted junk. Being out of sight of the campus some locals had started using it as a dump for tires, furniture, and old appliances. Additionally, weeds, bushes, and small trees were growing anywhere they could get a foothold. For many of the sixty plus student volunteers, this was their first time seeing the quarry.

The quarry was cut into to side of a hill. Although, in its overgrown state it was hard to tell, the size of the quarry, its entrance was nearly twenty yards wide, and it extended sixty yards back into the hill. Fifteen yards past the entrance, the quarry widened out to forty yards to create a large open space surrounded by 15 to 20 foot vertical cliffs formed when blocks of stone were cut away. It was easy to see why this had once been called Troy, standing in the quarry felt like standing in the middle of a fortress.

Brock had a megaphone and got everyones attention. "First of all, Kip, Lance, James, and I want to thank you all for coming to help us on this project. If you haven't signed in, be sure to do so before entering the quarry, also be sure to put down your shirt size because everyone who works on the project is getting an `I helped build Troy' T-shirt'."

"Also, before you start, see Lance. He is our quartermaster for today and will give everyone a pair of leather work gloves. He will also be checking out tools, and has water and snacks for everyone. Kip, James, and I will be leading the clean up teams. The goal for today is to get as much of the quarry clear as possible so we can see what we are working with. So let's be safe, work hard, and have some fun!"

Soon boys were busy loading junk into dumpsters and piling loads of Limbs, brush, and weeds onto Walter's trailer to be hauled to the compost pile. The more junk and overgrowth that was removed, the more exciting the quarry's potential became. Of particular interest was large trench along one wall that was filled with water from a spring three or four feet up the side of the quarry.

By the time the Chapel bell ran for lunch all of the junk and most of the undergrowth had been removed. It's amazing what a motivated group of 60 young men can do. Brock grabbed the megaphone and said thank and to leave the equipment with Lance. They were only working in the morning so the tools were stored and locked away, and the dumpsters closed before, Brock, Kip, Lance, James, and Coach Montoya headed back to the campus.

The afternoon was pretty dead on campus. The football team left right after lunch for their game along with several bus loads of faculty and students. The rest of the students either went into town, went home, or just chilled.

Around 2:30, James was reading when there was a knock at his door. When he opened it, Brock said, "I'm bored."

"Where's Kip."

"He went home. They're celebrating his grandmother's 80th birthday tomorrow."

"Okay, come on in. I was just reading. You're doing homework on a Saturday afternoon?"

"No, I'm reading for fun."

"Reading for fun!? You are a nerd."

"Yes I am, and proud of it."

"Do you have any games?"

"Yeah, I have scrabble, chess, a couple of trivia games."

"I mean fun game."

"I get it, you want to play something like Chutes and Ladders or Candyland," James said sarcastically.

"No, video games."

"What do you want to play."

"How about I kick you ass in Fortnite."

An hour later, Brock was cursing at James' TV, "Fucking game. That's it, you're better at Fortnite than me, you're smart than me, and you have a bigger dick. I give up. You're the king, and I'm just a peasant."

James laughed, "I didn't know we were in some kind of competition."

"Don't pretend you don't get off on beating me. I can see it in your eyes every time you best me in something. You're a mean one, Mr. Spangler," Brock said, "but after I piss, we're playing a real man's sport, thumb wrestling."

As he got out of the beanbag chair he's sat in for the last hour, Brock moaned. "My back is sore."

"I bet. You and Kip seemed to be in some kind of contest this morning to see who could outwork the other. Is everything a competition with you."

"Pretty much. It's what motivates me."

When Brock was finished in using the bathroom, James threw a pillow on the floor and said, "Take your shirt off and lay down on your stomach." James then got a bottle out of his dresser.

"That's not lube, is it? Brock asked.

"No, it's not lube! What are you thinking, `He kicked my ass in Fortnite now he gets to fuck me'?"

"Hey I'm a gay newbie. I don't know all of the rules."

"Well maybe that's what the gay jocks do, but the gay nerds give massages."

James sat astraddle of Brock, warmed the oil in his hands, then began massaging Brock's shoulders.

"Oh damn, that feels good. Where did you learn how to give a massage."

"Rex taught me."

"Your English au pair?"

"Yep."

"That must have been one sweet Summer."

"He taught me a lot: how to give a massage, how to make the perfect omelet, how to ride a motorcycle, how to roll a joint, how to kiss and to... Well, he taught me a lot."

"Didn't your parents check this guy out? I mean it sounds like he was great for you, but not really what most parents would want in someone looking after their son."

James laughed, "No I guess not. He was recommended by my aunt, my father's sister. She is not at all like him. She and I have always had a special relationship. She met Rex in London, I think the guy she was seeing at the time was bi and was also seeing Rex. So, when she found out Rex was looking for a job in New York for the Summer, she put him in contact with my father."

Brock groaned as James working his lats. "Your aunt sound a bit sketchy."

James chuckled, and said, "Aunt Sydney isn't sketchy, but she certainly isn't conventional. She has an amazing ability to read people and can tell if they are good or bad, and what they need. I think that's why she recommended Rex, she somehow knew what I needed, and who could give it to me."

"Is she like magic?"

"Who knows, but in the past they would have certainly said she has some extraordinary power."

The more James work on Brock's muscles, the more he relaxed. Eventually James said, "Roll over, let's do your front."

Again, Brock loved what James was doing. James worked his arms and pecs, before moving on to Brock abs. Brock was totally into it when James said, "Well that should help you. Now take two Ibuprofen, and let's go to dinner."

Brock suddenly became aware of how hard his cock was, and how much he was expecting more. James stood up, and Brock quickly rolled over hoping James wouldn't notice his erection.

James just smiled, and walked into the bathroom.

At dinner James and Brock sat with their usual groups. Since so many boys went home for the weekend, and the kitchen was occupied with making Sunday dinner, Saturday nights were sandwiches and salads. It wasn't bad, but not really what excited teenage boys. So, after dinner Brock caught up with James on the way back to the dorm and suggested they go out for ice cream.

On weekends, juniors and seniors whose parents had signed releases, could check out and leave campus. "I thought we'd drive over to West Concord. There isn't much chance of running into Mill Brook students over there."

Brock drove to a little ice cream store he and Kip often went to when they wanted to be alone. They found a booth at the back of the store that was completely by itself where they could talk.

Finally, Brock asked the question that he was itching to ask, "How many guys have you had sex with."

"Well, that's pretty forward of you, but I'll tell you that if you tell me how many people you have had sex with."

Brock thought for a bit then finally said, "None, I'm a virgin."

"A gay virgin?"

"No, a virgin. No guy and no girls."

"So what about all the stories of you and the locals?"

"They're all lies I made up so I wouldn't get teased about being afraid or being gay. So now you now another of my embarrassing secrets."

"Hey buddy, we all embellish our resume'; besides, it could be worse."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, suppose you'd decided to have sex with a girl just to have a story you could tell the guys, and she got pregnant. I think that would be worse. I know a lot of guys don't see it that way, but I do."

"Okay, I told you my sorry truth, what's yours?"

"Besides Rex, four?"

"Four! Anyone I would know?"

"Yes, two."

"Are they current students?"

"Look, I promised them the same discretion as I promised you. Frankly, I would think you would be concerned about your own confidences if I would be willing to betray theirs."

"I guess you're right. So why did you tell me about Rex?"

"Because neither of us care that anyone knows, and neither of us feel there was anything wrong. Moreover, my mother knows and understands, and my father can fuck off."

"Wow, you have balls. Aren't you afraid your father will cut you off? I would be."

"No. Look, it's not that I am that principled, I would probably have pissed in my pants several time when James Pierce Sr. threatened to cut me out of his will, Except that Summer I was left home alone, I found the combination to the safe in my father's study, and I discovered my grandfather left me, and me alone, a trust I gain access to when I turn 18 in three months. Also, I receive a fairly substantial monthly allowance as a stipulation of my grandfather's will. I spend very little of it, and most of it is deposited into an investment account managed by Rex's partner."

"So you are rich," Brock said.

"No, but I will be."

"Fuck, hot, hung, and rich--you will have every boy, gay, bi, or straight lined up to try to snag you."

"Well, you are the only person, other than Rex, that knows I know about the trust and about my investment account in the U.K. I expect you to keep that a secret."

"I will," Brock said, "but why are you telling me it in the first place? Not just the trust fund, but about Rex, the number of guys you've had sex with, your relationship with your father, any of it. You are so far beyond where I'm at, I must look like a child to you."

"Before, I answer that question, I want you to answer one for me."

"Okay."

"Why did you ask how many guys I've had sex with?"

"Wow, this is going to sound stupid now...," Brock said, and looked down at the table. "I guess I was kinda wanting to see if maybe we could... kinda see each other on the DL. I'm not ready to come out, but I thought maybe you and I could hang out...do a little messing around... who knows... I asked that to find out if I even have a chance. I guess it was just a clumsy attempt to find see what you like... it didn't work, and now I am so embarrassed."

James reached across the table and took Brock's hand, and said, "Look at me...come on look at me." Finally, Brock managed to look at James. Then James continued, "Of course you have a chance, I am just hoping I also have a chance with you." Brock smiled and nodded.

"So let me tell you somethings about me," James said, "First, I pretend not to like sports, but I really do like watching and playing sports. Outside of tennis and golf, I'm not particularly good at a lot of sports, but it makes me happy when I get asked to play on a team, even if it is just to even the numbers. And as hard as it is for me to say it, I really find jocks sexy--their bodies, not their attitudes. Hell, I've even thought I should work out. Maybe I might have more of a chance with, ....with, you know, guys like you."

"Second, and I'm sure this is not a surprise, I have trouble with social situations, especially with my peers. I don't know the bro code and my defense when uncertain is a quick wit and a sharp tongue. I push people away, because I hate feeling awkward."

`Third, I don't just jump in to bed with a guy, ... well accept for last Summer in Italy. My Italian is pretty weak and Antonio didn't speech more than 10 words of English, so we had to find another way of communicate. My point is, I want something more than quickies and blow jobs on the DL. I want a boyfriend. I want someone I can do things with, talk to, go to when things are shit, and... yes, eventually mess around with."

Brock smiled and asked, "So I have a chance?"

James returned the smile and said, "Yes, you have a change."

After leaving the ice cream store, James drove to a small park build around a lake. The two sat on the hood of Brock's car and talked about nothing deep; they just talked, and laughed, and got to know each other.

As the sun started to drop behind the trees that surrounded the pond, Brock leaned over and gave James a kiss, then said, "I hope that was okay."

James smiled and said, "It was a bit better than just okay."

For the next hour they kissed until all that lit the small pond was a full moon and a few evening stars. Reluctantly, James said, "We need to head back to campus." After one final kiss, they drove back to the school. When they arrived, the football team was getting off the bus. There was no yelling of horseplay by the team.

"It looks like the Condoms lost another." James said.

"Well at least the hall will be quiet."

"Brock, let me off here."

"Why," Brock asked with a note of concern.

"That way no one will see us coming back to campus together."

"What are you doing tomorrow?"

"I need to go to chapel in the morning, because I miss convocation." Students at Mill Brook were required to attend either Wednesday Convocation or Sunday Chapel. A hold over from the days when it was a Congregational Church prep school. "After that, dinner and then I have to open the library for the three or four actual students at this school."

"What are you doing in the evening?"

"Probably homework."

"Why don't you come up and watch the Patriots/Raiders game with Kip and me?"

"And how many other jocks?"

"A couple of soccer players normally drop in to watch."

"I don't think anyone is going to buy that I just dropped in uninvited to watch football with the soccer team."

"Bring you math book and a notebook. We can say my mother is paying you to tutor me. Plus that will give us a reason to sit together."

"I'll think about it," James said and then got out of the car, and walked to the dorm.

That night, James couldn't get Brock out of his head, and even jacking off twice didn't help with getting to sleep. So, when morning came around, James was still tired. The cafeteria didn't serve Sunday breakfast; instead, the would be coffee and donuts before Chapel if he got there soon enough.

The Sunday morning chapel was generally sparsely attended, since most boys went to Convocation, which was much more contemporary and between second block and lunch on a day they have to be awake and up already. The faculty of Mill Brook rotated delivering the sermon and that Sunday it was Dr. Thornhill, French and Latin teacher, registrar, and the most humorless man ever born. It was said, the only time he ever smiled was when marking an `F' on some poor first year student's Latin grammar homework.

James had found an empty pew, one of the many, and was finishing his coffee and third donut when Brock sat down next to him, and whispered, "I couldn't sleep last night."

James replied, "Me neither, I kept having this nightmare about sucking face with some dumb jock."

Brock smiled and said, "Mine was sucking face with some sarcastic nerd."

After Chapel, the small group of boys that attended the service more-or-less walked at a group to the cafeteria for dinner, so James and Brock didn't feel the need to split up. Sunday was a formal dinner, all boys wore their Brookies, and faculty in attendance were in coat and tie. The seats were assigned each week using an allegedly random system. The idea was to promote greater school camaraderie. It was not James' experience that it was accomplishing its goal.

Each table was numbered and students would check a list posted at the entrance to find their assigned table. Two students were assigned to sit at the ends of the table and were the hosts. Food was served family style, and the hosts were responsible for getting the plates and bowls of food from the kitchen and for refilling the water pitchers.

When James checked his table assignment, he was assigned to the same table as three football players who were some of the schools biggest bullies. To make matters worse the only seat left open was between two of them. When he sat down, the one on his right said, "Well what do we have here?" And, the one on his right said, "I think it is the Mill Brook fairy."

James put both of his hands on the table, then looked to his right and said, "Bobby," and to his left and say, "Eddie, Yes, I am gay. However, neither of you should worry that I will hit on you because, well frankly I find you stupid and ugly, to put it simply, you are trolls. If you chose to waste you time teasing me, I can't stop you. However, should either of you touch me I will strike back. If you don't believe me, ask Lance Rush. In the end you may beat the shit out of me, but you will know you were in a fight with a mean ass wildcat who isn't afraid to fight dirty."

Bobby and Eddie, who were a head taller and looked at each other over James head, then both laughed. Bobby said, "Damn Spangler, what the hell got into you? That was some hot sauce." "

Yeah," Eddie said, "we've got to show that kinda fire some respect."

For the rest of dinner, James actually had a civilized conversation with Bobby and Eddie. While dessert was being served, Bobby said, "James, you're the smartest guy in our class. I am struggling in Trig. I just don't understand Mr. Zimmerman's explanations. Do you think you could help me out."

"I don't do other people's homework!"

"Chill Jimmy...I mean James...I don't want you to do my Trig, I want you to help me understand. You see, I want to be an architect, but if I can't get a handle on the math, I might as well look at a career in politics."

James smiled and said, "Well then, for the good of the nation, it is my patriotic duty to help with Trig."

Bobby and Eddie both laughed, and James said he'd be in the library at one and could help then.

At five after one, Bobby showed up along with three other guys from the jock floor. Bobby said, "I hope you don't mind, but when my guys heard I was getting help in Trig from the class brain, they asked if they could come to."

"Sure," James said with a smile. It took about an hour to identify and correct where each of the boys was going wrong. It seemed James had a talent for explaining math and his students were able catch on quickly. James couldn't believe how good it felt to help the guys understand the problems and the process. Their appreciation was also a shot to his ego.

By 4:30, the library was dead and James started turning out the lights, and checking the stacks and study rooms. He started at the top floor. And worked his way down. When he got back to the main floor, he found Brock sitting on the circulation desk.

"What brings you here?" James said. "I know it isn't a book."

"Hey, I've got three books checked out right now."

"Two books on fitness, and a biography of David Beckham don't count."

"How do you know that's what I have checked out?"

"I am a library aide. What do you think we do all day if not stalk our potential boyfriends reading list."

"So we are boyfriends then."

"Are you deaf, didn't you hear the word potential?"

"My mom calls it selective deafness."

"So what do you want?"

"A little time with a certain library aide."

"Let me finish locking up," James said.

"When all of the doors were locked, James came back into the main reading room, and Brock was nowhere to be seen.

"Brock, where are you?"

"Back here."

James walk back to a reading area with chairs and couches. Brock was laying on one of the couches, and said, "Come give me a kiss."

James smile and lay down next to Brock. Brock smiled and gave James a kiss. Soon their tongues were wrestling for dominance. Brock began unbuttoning the dress shirt James was still wearing. When it was open Brock began kissing James's neck and playing with his nipple.

"Don't you dare give my neck a hickey!"

"How about here," and Brock began sucking on James' chest. Soon James was trying to pull Brock's T-shirt over his head. Soon both boys were shirtless and rubbing each other's torso.

Brock was running his hands over James chest, when he said, "A couple of months in the gym, and I could make these pecs pop."

"Well, just one day of maybe being boyfriends," James said, "and you're already trying to remake me in your image."

"No, you're the one who wants to look more like a jock. I'm just saying you have the genetics and frame to make that happen. I am just fine with the way you are right now." Brock said and began teasing James nipple with his tongue.

Brock was wearing athletic shorts, and there was no way to hide his boner. "James put his hand on the front of Brock's shorts and teasingly, asked, "What's this?"

Brock smiled and said, "It just won't behave when I am around you."

"Is that right?" And James grabbed Brock's cock through his shorts and began stroking

Brock moaned, and soon James was pushing down Brock's shorts and underwear. Brock's cock sprung free and slapped against his abs. James grasped the raging jock cock and began stroking it as he aggressively French kissed the jock it belonged to. Almost instantly, Brock's dick was pulsing ropes of warm, ivory cum onto his chest and abs. It was amazing, and hot, and so mind blowing. All Brock could do was moan and shudder with each volley of jizz.

James reached for a box of tissues on the side table and began cleaning Brock's chest. After a minute of recovery, Brock said, "Your turn."

James gave him a little kiss and said. "That will have to wait. If I don't set the alarm soon, security will come check. Besides, it's supper in 15 minutes."

As usual, James and Brock sat with their own groups at supper. The topic of the table that evening was: who was the greatest captain of the Starship Enterprise, a debate James had heard before and found it even more inane the second time around.

As he was about to leave and head back to the dorm, Dean Meyers walked up, and said, "Mr. Spangler, your mother had sent a driver for you. Pack whatever you need for two days in New York."

"Did she say what this is about?"

"No, she said you should call her once you are on your way."

James got up from the table and headed back to his room. A few minuted later, Brock showed up. When he saw James was packing he asked, "What's going on? Is there something wrong?"

"My mother want me in New York for a couple of days, but I don't know why."

"You are coming back, aren't you?"

"Yes...I think so."

Brock closed the door, grabbed James and gave him an intense kiss. Then said, "Promise me you're coming back."

"I promise."

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