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In This Cruel World
Benji narrates
In the week between Valentine's Day and his 16th birthday on February 29th 2000 Duncan came out to all our friends. It's almost like nothing has changed. Most people it turns out suspected him to be gay already and it never got in the way of things. I'm so proud of him and jealous at the same time. I don't want to be known as gay like Duncan or Adam Reid, even though people still like them. I just can't. It's not for me; it's not how I think I can survive. While I envy the crap out of their decisions I just can't follow suit. And besides that, I'm not even sure I'm gay anyways.
On the subject of Adam, he's the reason I quit swimming and waterpolo, and tried to get Duncan to as well. I can't stand that he got Duncan's virginity. The other reason is that it's a lot like soft-core porn. Naked guys before and after in the change rooms, scantily clad hot asses, ample bulges on the guys and firm breasts on the girls barely covered by shreds of lycra on deck and in the pool. But here's the thing; guy or girl, it does the same for me I'm ashamed to say. Then one look at Duncan and I'm faced with the impossible hope of hiding an erection in my speedo. No, I want nothing to do with any sport that puts my state of arousal on such display.
At school on Monday following the coming out party Duncan threw for himself, while playing cards in the cafeteria with a group of friends our resident loud-and-proud self proclaimed `queen' of the school approaches us.
Evan Marshall has no tact at all, "Duncan, hey there stud! I heard the wonderful news. So now that you're officially family, do you want to be my boyfriend?"
The kid really irks me, and practically everyone in the school. This is just an example of why. He has to trail-blaze his way to Duncan the first opportunity he gets and be the first to ask him to be his boyfriend. While Duncan may be new to being out there is too much `heat' on him. I don't expect that any other gay dude at school will be blowing their cover by asking him out today or any time soon.
As for dating Evan? Just because Duncan's out now doesn't mean he's lost his senses! Evan's all political and in-your-face; Duncan's still the same as he was yesterday. He really doesn't want to be gay or straight around here, heeding Yvonne's advice he just wants to be a normal kid with his friends. He has all he needs right now and when he does want a boyfriend it won't be front page news. And it definitely won't be Evan. When it happens, even if I should be able to see it coming from miles away I'm sure it will come as a shock to me, because I want him to want me. I'm in love with the idea that he's in love with me.
What's that saying; discretion is the better part of valour? Getting up from his chair to face Evan, Duncan tries discretion, "Wow, thanks Evan. I appreciate the thought, but I'm sorta just happy for now that my friends support me. I've got a lot of catching up to do with them now that I'm not hiding it from them."
Evan gets loud, "Well let me know when you want a real man."
Everyone at the tables all around turn and look at us as Evan turns his back and storms off. Kimi pulls Duncan back down to his chair and gestures to everyone, "What? Would any of you date Evan Marshall? Just because my boy is gay doesn't mean he's a princess too!"
Duncan punches my brother and in an angry hushed voice lets him have it, "Thanks Kimi. Thanks for standing up and announcing to the whole school that I like dick!"
"I didn't stand up," Kimi argues.
Richard shrugs his shoulders at us, "Dick shmick. He's got you there Duncan, he didn't stand up."
"Fine. Whatever. Anyhow, my mom's booking the arena for my birthday, sweet sixteen finally," Duncan says and tosses his one remaining card on top of the pile. Poor Cameron takes four hearts and the queen of spades!
"Sweet sixteen my ass! You're only turning four leap boy," Katy says.
Duncan hits her where it hurts, "Yeah? Say that when I get my learners permit and you want a lift to the mall!"
She retorts, "Just because your parents have a car doesn't mean they'll let you drive it!"
Duncan loves to do voices. He's really good at it too, not that I let his ego know it. He offers his best impression of our parents Finnish accented English, "No? Mom's taking me to my learner's test next weekend! That's right. And who doesn't get to drive her parents car? Hmmm, who could it be? Your boyfriend has his learners permit. Cam? Nope his parents trust him. Richard? His hippie tree-hugging parents believe in saving the planet with public transit. Kimi's too young and Yvonne's mom doesn't have one yet either. Who's that leave? Oh I know! That would be you Xadia!"
Cameron turns to Richard, "Dude, I think you just got dissed by the son of a real tree hugger! I mean tree doctor!"
Katy mouths the words blow me' to Duncan. In response he points to himself and mouths back gay'.
As Jase walks by with a hot dog in one hand and his guitar in the other Duncan gets up from the table, "Saved by the bell, see ya'll later. I've got some strings to pick. If ya wanna hear us do some Izzy Stradlin you know where we'll be. Jase finally conceded that Izzy after Guns 'N Roses is still a musical genius!"
"Nah, but say hey to Jase," I salute as I shuffle the cards for Cameron to deal.
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Duncan's birthday party is going to be Tuesday, February 29th. Towards the end of his shift the Friday beforehand I stop by the arena. We planned on using one of the ice pads while late night shinny takes up one of the other ice pads. On occasional days it's just Duncan and I that play as we want time with just each other, and therefore don't always invite our friends with us.
We undress and share a shower first, my ploy to see him naked for longer, touching each other with our eyes but not our hands. Once we begin suiting up it's the usual pranks like him snapping straps on me and me keeping him from getting his jersey on by holding it over his head and holding one of my gloves under his nose. For those that don't know, hockey gloves are the worst smelling pieces of gear in the game. They're an acquired scent, and as much as sports gear is a fetish for me, gloves are still just too nasty.
Fully suited up to hit the ice we start wrestling alone in the change room. We're pretty equally matched so things are never one sided. Today with him in my full nelson I manage to stuff his head into a pocket in his hockey bag, trying to make him submit because of the smell. Dumb idea there, neither of us get put-off by this. In fact it's got to be my biggest turn-on. We begin to grind instead as he rhythmically lifts his hips to mine. I release the submission hold on him and he flips me over onto my back, on the ground. He straddles me and continues humping me through our equipment. At first his face shows worry, like maybe I'm going to stop him. I flash him a smile and I can see relief instantly wash over him. The grinding get more intense and the jerseys soon are off. I love the look of Duncan in his equipment and start kissing the exposed part of his abs.
He reaches down to adjust a growing problem, "Aw fuck Benji! The smell of our equipment and the sight of you in yours is giving me a boner that's really starting to hurt!"
As he tries to adjust himself I figure to get a hand in there too. I'm a little too over-excited and push the cup the wrong way, actually hurting him a bit as we undress quickly, with the urgency of two very horny teenagers. In a flash I am deep-throating his man meat. It's another concession I've made to keep Duncan from straying from me. We break this off for more passionate kissing. When I start fondling him he feels a renewed pain.
"Why don't you put a cup back on? That way we won't do any more damage," I suggest. My ulterior motive is that the image of him dressed in one is what I've been getting off to for the last couple months.
"Sure, but how do I get off then," He asks.
I reach into his hockey bag and pull out his old baseball jock that I know he keeps there. It's a traditional jockstrap with a pouch for the big yellow Bike banana cup, and straps that wrap around his legs and leave his backside fully exposed. I know he stores it in his hockey bag as a back-up just in case he forgets to toss in his regular hockey one. Duncan takes it from my hands and slid into it as best he can while hard. I rest him on a mixed pile of our equipment, pushing our skates far to the side.
"Bend over the pile Dunc," I suggest.
He does as I say, one of our helmets sticking uncomfortably into his abdomen. I adjust the pile of equipment and he bends over it again as instructed. Clearly wondering what my intentions are, his face is nearly buried in the seat of my well worn red CCM Supra pants. He inhales deeply.
I ask, "Did you just smell my pants?"
He smiles, "Yeah. Don't act all surprised; you know anything of yours turns me on. The sweaty crotch of your hockey pants that you've worn for a couple years now? Benji they're like winning the jackpot!"
Believe me; I'm not put off, "Fuck, that's hot!"
Jealousy for Adam prompted me to try and keep Duncan from straying from me again. As far as he knows I've recently developed a liking for it, but the only reason I ever muster up the nerve to rim Duncan is that I want to please him and I deeply need his affection.
Duncan squirms and thrashes around a lot as I poke and massage his hole with my tongue. Sensing what he likes I start to really suck on it rather than just lick and poke with my tongue.
He can't contain it, "Ungh! OMG! What are you doing? Don't ever fucking stop that! Holy shit yeah!"
"Dunc, you smelling my pants like that, your face buried in the seat makes me need to have yours," I say after a good amount of attention to his hole.
Duncan seems so relaxed under my ministrations. I just take my time and make him feel good because it makes me feel good in turn to please him. Sucking on his hole with my tongue prodding him gives Duncan a series of highs. Almost like mini orgasms. Everything is so right and we feel so comfortable and peaceful while still horny as all hell with him bent over our hockey gear.
I pull my tongue out and start to lick the area around his opening in long, soft passes. He's so relaxed that when I try a finger it goes all the way in with no resistance. He wiggles as I twist it around and move it in and out of him. I'd swear he's purring like a cat almost! The feeling seems to turn from comfortable to pleasurable when a second finger joins the first.
"I have to tell you Benji; I could almost fall asleep under your tender touch if not for the moans and grunts that I'm uttering!"
A note of need enters his sounds when I get a third finger spreading him. I pull my fingers from him and start an assault on him with my tongue again. He shares, "Words can't do justice to the feeling."
I can imagine. Duncan is incredibly sensual. I don't know that by comparison of experience with anyone else per say, I just know that when it comes to being intimate he's very good at it. I'm slowly realizing that maybe I'm not so in control of things as I thought. He just has this way about him of evoking a desire in me, and that where he leads me, while I may object at first, I know I want to follow. He won't ever lead me astray or do me wrong. I could really love this boy. I mean I do really love him, but I could fall in love with him too if I'm not careful.
I pull away and leave Duncan feeling the cool air on the area I just lavished attention on. I can see goosebumps on his back.
Duncan looks over his shoulder as he hears me rustle in my hockey bag a few feet away. This moment is seared in both our memories with the intensity of a thousand suns. I pull out a condom and a sample packet of lube.
He cracks that smile again. In a soft, sweet voice he asks, "Whacha planning there bucko?"
I'm quite unsure of myself but I want to do this for him, "Your birthday present. I want to give you my virginity for your birthday. Do me the honour Dunc and let me love you back?"
He rolls over and sits on the floor. It's cold and disgusting, but he doesn't seem to care, "C'mere."
I do as he bids me and he envelops me in a hug. I think we both know that if he could transfer all his love in one embrace that's exactly what he's doing right now.
Urgently, but as sweetly as I can, I ask, "Can I try to make love to you?"
(That's what we called it then, and still do, not f**king, or anything likewise demeaning.)
He doesn't ask me if I am ready or anything like that. He just takes the condom packet from my hand. While he tears it open I dump out everything from both of our bags and lay them on the floor, and spread out the large towels across them. Duncan lies down on the bed I've made for him and stretches out, sighing contently. I straddle him and slip my hard member between his cheeks like a hotdog in a bun. I've generously lubed myself up for him already and my erection feels so good nestled between his cheeks, slipping between them; the full weight of my body pressed against his.
Duncan can't even be bothered to remove the cup or jockstrap. Either that or he knows I want him in it. He confirms the latter, "I want you to ride me until I shoot without touching myself!"
I kiss his neckline, lick up his spine and nibble on his earlobe that's turned my way.
I gradually build up the nerve to stop the simulation and get to it. After reaching over him to grab the condom I fumble around for a while, first it's backwards, then it's loose at the end. Oh well, at least it's on. I grab the lube packet to make things go smoothly. Wow, they sure don't give you much, I've already used it all before I put the condom on. I mention this, "That's all there is. Don't give you much, eh? That's enough right?"
He nods to me that it's fine. Twisting back to kiss me he says, "Benji, I couldn't care if you just injected a litre of lube up me or plan to ride me dry. I'll be just fine because you're about to claim what I've long ago signed over the deed to you for. That's right, no matter what I did with Adam, I long ago promised myself that no matter where or when, if you want this, it's all yours. I'll even tattoo it there for you, `exclusive property of Benjamin Hannu Hartkainen'. I love you."
As he feels the presence of my body over his again I let out a satisfied sigh, "I love you too Dunc. Happy birthday Baby."
In I go, slow and easy, surprisingly against no resistance. It's a perfect fit if I do say so myself when I bottom out. I wish I had a camera to see this; my chest is pressed just below his shoulder blades as my hips rise and pull back, then fall down in a forward motion until I'm buried to the root in him.
Over and over our hips work their magic as I kiss the slightly salty nape of his neck. He wraps his arms around mine so that his hands are on top of mine, spreading my fingers apart and lacing his between mine. We're far from quiet to start, and we get louder as we go. I can last, for my very first time I'll give myself that.
The condom keeps slipping because of the pool of lube in it, and I'd really like to feel him naturally so I let it fall off and onto the floor, brushing it aside. When I'm just going easy he tells me, "Oh Benji, your manhood is just so comfortable and satisfying in me. It's perfect. You're perfect."
I guess that's a good thing, but it really scares me so I start going harder on purpose. When I'm thrusting and hitting him a little harder the angle changes and he comments, "Yeah, I know your penis was made for me; it's way better suited for my g-spot than...never mind. This feels so perfect."
When I thrust downward like that it creates intense sexual pleasure for me too. For minutes it feels like I can blow at any moment but I'm not falling over that cliff. He echoes my thoughts, "I feel like I'm there just from your actions alone!"
But he never quite reaches climax. I have jerked off in bed at night with hockey shorts he'd worn earlier in the day a few dozen times now, and he's done the same after some convincing on my part. I think it's hot and he's admitted that his body tends to agree. He gets me even hornier when he fishes around for a jock. His, mine, I don't know for sure, and don't care. When he gets a hand on one he puts it on the ground and buries his face in the cup, the gasket creating a seal around his nose and face. The slight aroma is all the aphrodisiac he needs as he manages to wet the inside of the cup he's wearing with intense blasts of his semen.
"Oh fuck Benji! Oh yeah, oh fuck yeah!"
Hearing his orgasm I lean back and start slamming away harder than ever, pumping into him with pure lust. I stop dead on the way out as my orgasm overtakes me. My legs quiver against his buttocks and I collapse on him, driving deep inside again. I for sure know I can feel each convulsion of his throbbing cock. The orgasm is so intense for both of us; he groans loudly. Normally I just suck in a bit of air when he gives me a silent blow job and I climax, but nothing is quiet about this. I do believe I make little yelping sounds as I shoot my load in his love chute. With hardly a pause I start slowly rocking again, "This is how much I love you Dunc."
We last even longer this time until we can't take any more. He raises up onto his knees a little and frees his erection. With his face still buried in the same musky cup he blasts the floor with cum. The pulsation as his muscles contract and relax over and over again milks my second wad inside him at almost the exact same time. I wrap my arms around him and we collapse on the floor under my dead weight.
I feel like the luckiest kid in the world as my sweaty and naked best friend and I both try to capture our breath after letting me make love to him. I feel so good. Not just the euphoria from orgasm either. Is this what love is; that I want to cry for joy because it feels so good with him in my arms?
[to be continued]