Well. "Slow writing pace" was kind of an understatement apparently. Lots of real-world stuff popped up that demanded my attention the last few months, but I've finally got a good chunk of the much-requested Cal saga to share with you. Look for the final installment soon, but in the mean time enjoy a tasty Thanksgiving snack.
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Chapter 43: "Breaking Away"
"Your mother and I didn't raise a faggot. Get your shit sorted Cal." Click.
Cal stared at his iPhone for a second, then set it down. He was either numb, or ready to explode--he wasn't sure which. Had his dad always been this shitty? He didn't think so--he remembered being happy as a little kid--but then the cancer had come and taken away more than her. Or something like that. Whatever. "Fuck you anyway, you bitter fuck," Cal muttered. He took a swig of the Bulleit Matt had gotten him two weeks ago to celebrate breaking away from all the bullshit in their lives. It'd seemed like a great idea then, still glowing from the weekend's sex and eager to slip Sir's leash. And Matt had made up his mind to go to the cops anyway, so it really only changed things for Cal.
Obviously he'd moved every penny he could out of any accounts his dad could touch, and the trust was all his, so it wasn't like he was going to end up on the street. Hell, even the condo was in his name as part of some scheme to save on taxes. Take that, asshole, he thought with bitter satisfaction as he swallowed another mouthful of the smooth whiskey. He'd be fine.
He wished Matt was there though. But the defense lawyer they'd found (they weren't idiots: Matt knew better than to just show up at the police station) had said there'd be no point. He'd negotiated with the D.A. and Mat was going to turn himself in, go through a pro forma booking and preliminary hearing, then get bailed out. The whole thing would take a few hours, with Matt sitting in the police station with the lawyer while they did paperwork; Cal couldn't go with him to hold his hand. Not literally, obviously--they weren't into doing any of that PDA shit--but still. Show some moral support and all that good stuff. The least he could do really--his friend could probably use a hug, and Matt'd been so great to him even when he was being a shit.
He could use a hug himself actually. It was stupid: it wasn't like his Dad cutting him off was any big surprise. Just...fuck it, never mind. He scrubbed his face and took another sip, vaguely surprised to see the rocks glass was empty. Looked like he was gonna get tore up after all. Not too much though, a small voice said, don't black out before Matt gets back. Cal indulged himself in a brief daydream as he refilled his glass, picturing Matt's long arms around him, and how the taller man's torso would feel under his hands. He could imagine it perfectly: the tight-woven feel of the blue dress shirt Matt had worn to the lawyer's, the way his warm muscles would flex underneath it, they way he smelled with that stupid Kroger's brand shower gel he always used, the thick fabric of his jeans pressed up against Cal's, the lumps that'd be growing under both of them. Cal's anyway...he was already boning up.
"Damnit," he muttered. They were still gonna have to say something to the brothers to get ahead of the goddamn videos, but compared to telling his dad he was a dick sucker that'd be easy. Not to mention what Matt was going through. After that they could tell Sir to go fuck himself, and then he and Matt could spend a few days in bed screwing each other's brains out. But until then they'd been forced to go along with the daily bullshit. Sir had only let them jerk each other off one time last weekend and to make it worse Bryan had texted him last week with a dick shot and a note saying how sorry he was that he had to go out of town for a few days and "wouldn't be able to deliver that package you want so much in person." The sight of the plum-sized head in Bryan's grip, dripping with a fresh load of cum, had gotten him instantly hard and left his ass aching. For his own sanity he knew he should delete the text, but instead he found himself looking at it a couple of times a day, unable to resist. Now it was Thursday, and that one load he'd shot hadn't been near enough to drain almost two weeks of jizz that'd backed up. Especially since he spent his mornings watching Matt get edged next him; it was all he could do not to drop to his knees and start sucking. That'd been increasingly tough to endure anyway since he and Matt had started doing stuff, but it was even worse since his cherry got popped because now he knew what he was missing. The slightest twitch of the butt plug was enough to remind him of the things the tall jock had done to him--not to mention Bryan and that Coke can he called his dick--and so he was hard almost constantly. He'd been hitting the gym nonstop, doing insane reps to try and clear his head, but the last few days he'd had to hide in a corner while he was changing so no one would see the giant wet spot in his briefs; Matt said he'd had the same problem. At least the tall jock had gotten some accidental relief. Cal had waken up two nights ago to the sound of Matt whimpering in distress from a nightmare, or that's what he'd thought until Matt had groaned and pressed his tool into Cal's backside and unleashed a torrent of cum--apparently wet dreams were tolerated by the goddamn wrist monitors. Only those though: the moment Cal had started rubbing one out in the hope that they weren't being monitored at night he'd gotten a painful warning shock in the ass. Not painful enough to take his hard on down, but he knew it would be if he tried to finish. So he'd just gritted his teeth in the dark, unable to get back to sleep with the smell of Matt's fresh load filling the bedroom.
The next morning's training session should've brought him some relief. He'd been rock-hard and dripping throughout, the line of precum running all the way down to his freshly-shaved nuts by the time the video was over--his dick was basically a nonstop leaky faucet the last couple of months, he realized. The sight of a muscle guy that looked like him getting plowed by a monster cock was bad enough, and the stim from the probe had been worse than usual too: both of them were whimpering by the time they got to the quiz. But the memory of those warm jets of cum leaking into his crack the night before kept coming back to him: he'd even felt Matt's head flare as the tall jock cut loose, or at least he thought he had, and his asshole had ached with the desire to have that uncut shaft let loose inside him instead of on him. Sir had known what'd happened too, because he'd instructed Cal to get on all fours on the bed and then told Matt to lick him clean everywhere he'd come. They'd already showered that morning, but Cal had given Matt shit about the free orgasm he'd gotten and shown him the evidence, so Matt had known where to go. Starting at the base of Cal's spine, he'd run the tip around in circles until he hit the top of Cal's crack. When he hit the top of the valley between Cal's glutes he'd begun licking in earnest, prying Cal's cheeks apart to lap at the hairless skin. The morning's shave had made it extra-sensitive, and by the time Matt was halfway down Cal's fists had knotted in the sheets as he began helplessly pushing his hips back, unable to stop himself. When Matt's tongue finally reached the delicate skin near the base of the butt plug Cal had become a trembling wreck. There'd been no question how he was going to answer when Sir had asked if he wanted to get fucked. Sir had told them that since Matt had already come that day he was done, but he could use the butt plug for ten minutes to see if he could get Cal off hands-free. As it happened Cal had barely lasted a minute: Matt had started slow but once he found the right angle it was the shower all over again. Cal had begged him to go harder, for fuck's sake, to PLEASE GOD DADDY RIGHT THERE DON'T STOP oohhhh GOD!!! and then he'd exploded, his hips bucking to meet Matt's hand even as he wished he could feel their bodies coming together instead. The orgasm was intense, but over so fast he barely felt any relief. It'd made him realize the difference between coming and fucking, and how much he'd learned to crave the sensation of a warm body on him and inside him. Of course Sir hadn't let him get off since then, never mind with Matt or anyone else, and so the whole exercise ended up being another form of mind-fuckery.
So once more the smell of his precum was tickling his nostrils: just that fast he'd seeped through his jeans. Again. He growled in frustration as he gave his aching unit a quick squeeze and felt a sizable glob leak into the fabric; his conversation with his dad pushed to the background by his pent-up testosterone. Hands shaking he slopped a healthy shot of bourbon into the glass and tossed it back--whiskey dick might be the only way he was going to keep from getting his ass lit up at this point. If it weren't for the fact that he and Matt had agreed to come out to their friends at the same time (well, Matt's friends: he was still repairing the bridges he'd spent four years burning) he would've rubbed one out on the spot. Fuck what anyone said, he was going to burst if this kept on much longer.
So of course that's when the probe started up again. Just a light tickle, but God it was right on that spot, the one that Matt hit when Cal was riding him, the one that Bryan's monster battered until he'd screamed in ecstasy. "Nooo..." he slurred, "I can't...." But his head was spinning from the booze and all he could do was tip back onto the sofa and squirm; it was a fight to keep his hands confined to his nipples and thighs. He threw one leg over the back of the sofa and whimpered; how could barely being touched drive him so crazy? And spreading his legs just pushed the probe up against his insides in a way that made it worse--but that he didn't want to stop. He knew he was squirming like some sorority slut begging to get pounded--just like he had begged Bryan and Matt to fuck his own brains out--and the thought just turned him on even more. He could feel his dick dribbling nonstop, and knew he'd have to change his underwear again.
"Awww FUCK!" he shouted in frustration. Summoning up his last shred of willpower he levered himself off the couch, took a swig out of the bottle, and staggered into the bathroom as fast as he could before his determination collapsed. Shucking off his sticky clothes he jumped in the shower without bothering to let it heat up in the least. "Motherfucker!" he gasped as the icy water sluiced over his flushed skin. But it did the trick: his balls weren't any less blue, but his dick shrank up fast and the shock of the cold spray overwhelmed the sensations coming from his ass. He leaned against the wall for a while until he was shivering; when he finally soaped up for a quick scrub his nutsack had contracted into a walnut and his dick was numb. At some point the probe had turned off as well; maybe it'd given up in the face of his opposition, or maybe he'd just gotten lucky. "Thank Christ," he muttered and shut the water off, shivering. Drying off was a challenge--he was kind of unsteady--but he managed to get most of the water off before staggering into his bedroom and grabbing a pair of clean jeans and a tee shirt. He was pretty buzzed he knew, but if he didn't get out of the condo and find a distraction he was going to end up with a load on his chest and a white-hot poker up his ass. Not to mention that Matt'd likely have to go through the same thing. Fuck, where was he?! Cal checked his Rolex and realized that it was only 3:00; their--Matt's--lawyer had said they'd probably be there until after dinner.
There was no way he could stay here that long. He'd barely held on a few minutes ago, and he could feel Bryan's text tugging at him, demanding just one more peek. If the butt plug started up again while he was drooling over the sight of that fat cock...shit. Cal jumped off the bed and grabbed the keys to his truck--he had to get out of there.
The gym was out: he'd already put in 90 punishing minutes that morning after he'd dropped Matt off with the lawyer, and he was too fucking sore to do that again. He couldn't drop in on Hannah or the rest of the study group either: they'd turned in their project on Tuesday and it'd be weird if he just showed up looking to hang. So Sigma Nu it was. He still wasn't really tight with anyone there (well, anyone anywhere really, except Matt), but at least his semester of fence-mending seemed to have made a bit of a difference: he didn't get the group side eye when he walked in now, and a couple of the guys had warmed up to him enough that they could shoot the shit for a bit. That'd work. He turned onto Buffalo Street and headed up the hill to the house, careful to keep at the speed limit. He'd realized too late that his driving was...not great, and a DUI was not something he needed right now. Thank God it wasn't far, and there were even spots free in the house's tiny parking lot. He pulled into a spot veeeerrry carefully and got out; he was definitely wobbly.
It was cool and dark inside, the fresh spring air not completely hiding the smell of stale beer and the lunch buffet, but it was quiet and he'd be distracted there, which was the point. He could hear the big screen TV going in the common room, booming with the unmistakable sounds of a Marvel movie. There were only two guys in there when he walked in though: Cade Anderson and Jason Stevens, sitting on the couch. At the sound of his footsteps they twitched, jerking apart furtively. "Uh, hey guys," he said.
They both relaxed when they saw who he was. He hadn't brought up the cooler incident with them, but he had helped himself to the bribery booze they'd left, and once it'd been obvious he wasn't going to rat them out to the brothers they'd actually gotten kind of friendly towards him. Not buds exactly, but they'd hung out and chilled with some beers a few times and...the guys were actually pretty cool. No different than they'd been before he knew they were hooking up, actually.
"Hey Brenner, what's up?" Anderson asked. He'd had been the first one to recover from Cal's interruption, and the readiest to warm up to the new Cal.
Cal shrugged. "Not much, just bored in the condo. Thought I'd hang. What's on?"
"Iron Man 3. No gym?"
"Nah, I did that this morning. I'm wasted."
Anderson gave him an appraising eye. "Yeah, kinda looks it... You wanna hang?"
Cal shrugged. "Sure, if it's cool."
"Yeah, 'course. Jason, move over." Stevens obliged, conveniently moving his stocky frame closer to the senior's so Cal would have room at the end.
"Wanna beer?" Anderson dipped his hand into the Igloo at the foot of the couch and pulled out a can of Coors to match the open two on the scarred coffee table.
"Sure thanks, appreciate it." Cal popped the top and gave a little toast. "Cheers."
Things were pretty quiet after that, aside from a few comments about the movie or a request for more beers. Cal was feeling too buzzed to carry on much of a conversation, and the other two didn't seem to be looking for one. He could hear a few of the other brothers coming and going, but it was a nice day out and everyone seemed to be making the most of the warm May weather. As the movie went on the other two slowly but surely began inching closer. Nothing obvious, but each time they shifted around or grabbed a beer the gap between them got a little smaller. Finally, just when the Mandarin was unmasked as an actor, Anderson took the plunge and slipped his fingers into Stevens'. Nothing too obvious, but it was definitely there. Cal felt a mix of amusement and jealousy, as well as warmth, flow through him at the sight before he forced himself to stop staring. When he looked up Anderson was studying him under his dark brows, a his expression a mix of uncertain challenge and satisfied smirk. Cal didn't say anything, just tipped his beer in silent salute and took a swig. Anderson's expression widened into a smile and he returned the gesture, squeezing Stevens' hand in the process. The stocky junior just looked relieved. Who'd've thought, Cal said to himself, the big jock was the one who was all worried about what I'd say while quiet ol' Cade was the one taking charge. But then he remembered it'd been Stevens down on his knees in the cooler, so maybe that's where he liked to be, letting the dark-haired senior run things. Unfortunately that led directly to his memory of Anderson's glistening cock poking out over his black bush, which led to memories of other hard-ons that Cal had much greater familiarity with. He could feel himself chubbing up immediately.
"Uh, hey, I should probably get going," he managed. "Don't wanna, you know...horn in on you guys or anything."
"Nah, it's cool man," Stevens said, "chill with us." It was obvious now that he'd been waiting to see how Cal reacted before he was comfortable warming up.
"Yeah, it's good," Anderson added, "we'll give you a ride home after the flick." He gave Cal a considering look. "You probably shouldn't drive."
"Ummm...no. Thanks." Now that he'd pointed it out Cal realized he was pretty hammered. He settled back on the couch, willing himself to focus on the movie in front of him and not the one in his head of Anderson's BJ. His dick bounced around from partly to mostly hard as his self-control wobbled, but he thought he was holding it together okay. Then a couple other brothers showed up to catch the end of the flick (Anderson and Stevens shifting apart again) which turned into shooting the shit, and a few more beers, and the next thing Cal knew it was 7:15 and his phone was buzzing.
Finished. Going to talk to H. C u in a bit.
Oh shit, Cal thought, he's really ripping the band aid off if he's going to fess up to Helen. Matt was going to be even more of a wreck than Cal was, probably. He fired off a hug emoji; it felt a little weird, but it wasn't like a kissy face or anything and Matt probably needed the support; a minute later though a heart tapback popped up and Cal felt a lump form in his throat. Fuck it, he thought, and sent a heart. He had it bad, that was for sure--although really he'd been in it for a while, if he was being honest.
"Hey guys, I really do need to jet," he said, breaking into the bitching about everyone's upcoming finals schedule.
"Got some pussy waiting for you Brenner?" one of the brothers asked.
"Not yet," he twitched his eyebrows in a way he hoped implied that he would later, "just feeling pretty wrecked. I need to sack out for a bit." That was definitely true. He was going to need some water and a chance to sober up before Matt showed up.
Stevens spoke up. "We'll give you a lift man. We were gonna hit Whataburger anyway." Cal was very familiar with the joint two blocks over from his condo, having made dozens of drunk food runs there himself, along with anyone else on that side of campus.
"Nah, I'm..." Cal stood up and realized that "fine" was not the right ending to that sentence. "...okay, cool. Oh--my truck!"
"I'll get it man," Anderson said, "help a brother out, right?" He held out his hand. "Keys?"
"Sure, sure." Cal fished them out and dropped them in the dark-haired senior's palm. "Thanks bro." He couldn't help noticing the faint but distinctive lump down the right leg of Anderson's jeans, which meant two things. First: he was either going commando or liked loose boxers. And second: Cal had seen him hard, and it was a nice dick (6" or so and cut, his brain reminded him), but it wasn't so big that he'd be showing like that normally. Which meant Cal wasn't the only one feeling horny right then. He wetted his lips unconsciously and forced himself to turn back towards Stevens before anyone noticed. It was maybe a good thing he wasn't going to be riding with Anderson.
They headed to Cal's F150 and Anderson hopped in. "He parked down the street. What's your address Brenner? I'll meet you there."
Cal gave it, realizing as he did that even though he'd been hanging out with these guys for years he'd never had them over. Never had anyone over except Matt or some of the randos he'd banged--but even then he'd tried to avoid hosting. How sad is that? he thought. $250k for a fancy-ass condo and after four years of school I'm about the only one who's seen it. Shit's gonna change, he thought fiercely, shit's gonna change.
"You okay bro?" Anderson asked.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine." Hold it together Brenner, he thought, Jesus. "Let's go, Stevens." He headed down the street in the direction Cade had jerked his head, nearly falling flat on his face when he caught his foot on the sidewalk.
"Oookay Brenner, easy there," the junior said as he caught Cal's arm. "I gotcha." Cal mumbled his thanks and they made it the two blocks to Stevens' Wrangler without a disaster. Cal poured himself into the passenger seat, hoping he wasn't going to puke. He didn't feel like he would, but he really didn't want to hurl in the car of someone who was trying to help him out.
Luckily his fraternity brother was a smooth driver, and they made it back to Cal's complex without having to pull over. While they were waiting for the light to change to turn in Stevens looked over at him. "Hey, thanks again for not saying anything about, you know, us."
Cal waved his hand in dismissal, eyes half shut. "'S fine, no biggie. You guys are cool."
"Awesome, awesome." Stevens bit his lower lip. "Umm..."
Cal cocked one eye open a bit more and turned his head slightly. "Yeah?"
"So...I was wondering..." The stocky youth drummed his fingers nervously on the steering wheel. "Cade and I are, y'know, both staying at the house, and there's not a lot of privacy, right?..." He trailed off uncertainly until Cal made a sloppy "keep going" gesture. "So..." he screwed himself up visibly. "Could we borrow your bedroom for a little bit?" he blurted out. "We've had like zero chance to do anything for the last week, and I've got the worst case of blue balls. I know it's a big ask, but like, help a brother out?" He looked over at Cal hopefully.
"Go."
"Really? Aw man, that is epic."
"I mean go: the light's green."
"Oh, right, yeah." Stevens' broad features fell as fast as they'd lit up, and he pulled the car into the lot.
"But yeah, you can smash here," Cal sighed. At least someone would be getting off in there he thought. The image of Stevens down on his knees flashed in front of his eyes, and just like that he was boned up again. Fuck.
Jason's face split into a grin. "Fuckin' baller!" He pulled into a free spot. "We totally owe you amigo--I am seriously backed up. Which one's yours?"
"203."
"Yes! Lemme help you out."
"Nah, I got it," Cal said. He definitely hadn't sobered up any, but he could manage without Stevens holding his arm like he was some sort of old lady.
"'K." The stocky jock trotted over to Cal's truck and leaned in to talk to his...boyfriend? Fuck buddy? Cal wasn't really sure what their deal was, and was too wasted to figure it out. Whatever. Thirty seconds later the tall youth was hopping out with a shit-eating grin on his face; they caught up to Cal as he was fumbling with his key.
"This is awesome Cal, thanks," Anderson said.
"'S all good," Cal mumbled absent-mindedly. Oh: he had the fuckin' key upside down. There. "Just don't take forever," he said as he led them in. "I'm hanging with Matt in a little bit and I don't wanna have you banging it out in the next room while we're trying to chill."
"Yeah, yeah, for sure," Stevens said. "Nice place," he got out before Anderson dragged him into Cal's bedroom and shut the door.
"And don't get any fucking jizz on the sheets!" Cal shouted to the door, "I just washed those."
A muffled "Okay!" came from the bedroom, followed by low male laughter. Cal sighed and poured himself another bourbon. A small one this time though: he was just looking to maintain his buzz at this point. He turned on the TV and lay back on the sofa, intending to find something mindless and loud so he didn't have to think about what was going on a few feet away.
His phone buzzed, the lock screen showing a message from Matt.
Went ok [thumb-up emoji] (a good sign Cal figured)
Awesome. Door's open. C u soon
It was probably the booze talking, but on a whim he added a hug emoji, hesitating for a minute before hitting Send. What the hell, he'd already done the heart thing--too late to pretend he didn't care now. He thought on that as he rested his eyes for a sec.
The next thing he knew Matt was leaning over him, shaking him awake; it was sunset outside. "Hey Cal," he said in a low voice, "wake up." His dark hair was messy and he looked stressed, but also relieved.
Cal blinked and looked around bleary-eyed as he got his bearings. "Hey," he smiled, "guess I passed out a bit."
"Yeah kinda." Matt gave a wan smile and Cal sat up, then pulled him into a fierce hug that Matt returned. They hung on to each other like that for a couple of minutes before the position got awkward and Matt let go to sit next to him on the couch.
"So how'd it go?"
"The police stuff was fine. Thanks so much for getting that lawyer Cal--he really saved my ass. He met with the prosecutor and they agreed to just a misdemeanor 'leaving the scene of an accident.' No DUI--the lawyer said they couldn't prove that anyway--and no vehicular assault. I went in front of the judge and he gave me 8 days in jail--I can just do this weekend program thing in June for that--and 80 hours of community service. He said it would be more, but my time in the homeless shelter counted for something."
"That's not too bad." Especially considering what Matt had gone through to avoid dealing with his crime in the first place. Matt still looked stressed though for some reason, unless..."Was Helen there?"
Matt's face said he'd guessed right. "Yeah. Her and Bryan. I didn't want them sucked into this but the lawyer brought them in as character witnesses. Cal, they were nice!" His face looked utterly stricken, and without bothering to think Cal pulled him into a one-armed hug as he continued. "I mean, I could tell Bryan was pissed, but he still said I'd been doing a good job and everything. And Helen got to do this victim statement thing and she said--" he sniffed and wiped his nose--"she said she believed it was an accident and that not everyone would've 'fessed up. Like I'd done it because I was some good guy, instead of just so I wouldn't get blackmailed anymore! And I talked to them after..." Matt had begun tearing up but he forced himself to go on. "And she said the same stuff when I apologized, and then she said," he switched to an old lady voice briefly, "'Matthew, that's enough. It's done, and you've got some work to do down at the shelter. Don't be late Monday--Ginger is out sick and I'm too old to serve all those meals on my own.' And then she tottered off." Matt sniffed again and gave a small chuckle. "Do not fuck with Helen."
"Sounds like you're lucky your truck survived her," Cal joked. He was happy to see Matt smile at that.
"Yeah, right?" Matt lifted his head. "What the fuck is going on in your bedroom?" The faint but unmistakable sounds of energetic banging could be heard through the door.
"Oh," Cal scrubbed his face and sat up, "Stevens and Anderson needed a smash room on the DL for a bit; I told 'em they could use mine. Sounds like they're about done." There was a muffled groan and he cocked an eyebrow. "Anderson?"
Matt nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, I think so. He had the room next to me my sophomore year and we always knew when he was jerking off." He turned to Cal. "Soon as you tell your dad I wanna tell Sir to go pound sand." His voice hardened. "I'm done with this bullshit Cal. I want--I want what they've got." He jerked his head towards the bedroom.
"Well they're still sneaking around using my place as a hookup pad, but yeah, me too. And I told my dad today."
"Oh shit! Really?! How'd it go?" Matt's expression was equal parts excitement and concern, which was about how Cal felt.
The gym rat shrugged. "About like I thought: 'you're dead to me, this is bullshit, blah blah blah.'"
"Shit Cal, I'm sorry." This time it was Matt providing the half hug.
Cal shrugged again and sighed. "About what I expected. He's an asshole anyway, so fuck him."
"Yeah, he doesn't deserve you." Matt leaned forward and poured two shots, although the one he handed to Cal was much smaller. "Here's to you, big boy." He lifted his up.
Cal returned the gesture. "You too." He downed his, hoping as he did that it'd stay down. He was definitely far from sober still and his gut was telling him enough was enough.
Matt gave him a faint smile--strained, but still a smile--and downed his own shot. But before he could say anything they both heard the sound of voices and then laughter from his bedroom; a few seconds later the door opened and the two fraternity brothers emerged red-faced and disheveled, with smug grins that said they'd just gotten some. Probably more than once, from the amount of time they'd been in there.
"Hey Matt, 'sup?" Anderson asked. "You look kinda rough man." He cast an appraising look over them. "You both do."
Matt's face had fallen at the reminder of what he'd just put himself through, even if it looked like it was going to turn out okay. Cal jumped in, hoping to spare him having to answer. "Tough day man, you know. Got some shit to handle."
"'S'okay Cal. It's gonna come out anyway; might as well tell these guys before the shit comes out." Matt screwed himself up visibly, then forced himself to look up at them and rushed ahead. "I hit this lady with my truck a couple months ago while I was wasted. Didn't kill her, but I coulda. So I turned myself in today."
"Well shit, what'd you do that for?" Stevens asked, "Seems like you got away with it."
Matt shrugged. "Maybe. But I had to, y'know." He carefully avoided looking at Cal while he spoke.
"Yeah, I guess..." The stocky member of the pair sounded doubtful. "Ballsy move though bro, I gotta say."
Anderson nodded agreement. "Yeah, for sure. Crazy, but props for being a Boy Scout man." He looked at Cal. "How 'bout you Brenner? You going to jail too?"
Cal snorted bitterly--he wasn't sure Matt wasn't getting the better deal. "Nope. Came out to my dad." Oh shit--how had that slipped out?! Fuck, he must be way drunker than he'd thought--that nap hadn't sobered him up much after all.
The other two's eyebrow's shot up, and even Matt turned around to shoot him a surprised look. Obviously they were going to have to start telling people, but this was going faster than they'd talked about. A lot faster.
"Holy shit," Anderson drawled, dropping into the recliner at the end of the couch, "for real?" Cal nodded, his face suddenly warm. "Four years of bitching about all the fags on campus and you're smokin' pole along with the rest of them. Us." His face was mostly curious, but there was a hard edge that said he hadn't forgotten Cal's tirades. Rants that he'd regurgitated almost verbatim, with the same rage he'd just heard on the phone a few hours ago. He felt his face turn deep, deep red, and hung his head in shame.
"Yeah," he whispered, "I know." God, the look on that guy Chris's face when he'd started screaming at him at that Christmas party. And the look of disgust from his wrestler boyfriend after he'd kicked Cal's ass: like Cal was less than a piece of shit. He'd never be able to forget that. "I'm sorry guys. I'm really fucking sorry." His voice was hoarse.
Stevens was the one with the edge in his voice now. "So you've basically been nice to us this semester so we wouldn't spill your secret? A little sucking up to cover your ass?"
"No," Cal said, "no that wasn't it I swear. I just...I guess I got tired of being an asshole." There was a pause as the other two digested that bit; Cal couldn't bear to look up at them.
"You know, he didn't have to tell you guys," Matt jumped in. "So maybe don't be total dicks about it. He thought you were maybe friends is all."
"Easy big guy," Anderson said, "it's just kind of a shock you know. I mean, 'Mr. Homophobe Comes Out' is kind of an adjustment."
"Yeah well, he stopped doing that stuff, didn't he?" Cal could feel Matt tensing up.
"After he got his ass kicked," Stevens said. Cal looked up; the stocky brown-haired guy's arms were crossed and he had a faint frown on his face. At least Cade looked marginally less pissed.
"I totally had that coming," Cal admitted, "and yeah, it was kind of a wakeup call." Not as much as waking up with an electrified dildo up your ass, but no question it'd gotten the ball rolling.
"You have been a lot less of an asshole this semester, I'll give you that," Stevens said, the hostility starting to fade from his broad face.
"Yeah he has," Matt agreed, and Cal shot him a look. Was this him being supportive? Well, okay, he hadn't exactly been tight with Matt before all this either, so: fair.
"Guess you've been a good influence Matt," Anderson said, making the tall jock blush slightly.
"They're together..." Stevens said slowly, nodding when Matt's red face confirmed his guess. "You are, aren't you?"
"Whaaat?" Anderson said, eyes widening.
"Look at 'em man, c'mon." Stevens said, a grin splitting his face as his anger faded. "You guys are totally hooking up aren't you?"
"Oh you are!" Anderson laughed. "Holy shit, you should see your faces!" He laughed again, then grabbed Cal's half-empty bottle of bourbon. "Okay, come on, come on, stop being such pussies. You were an asshole Brenner, and then Matt came along and changed your life like some chick in one of those movies with, with..." he snapped his fingers.
"Sandra Bullock," Stevens supplied.
"Yeah, you're like 'Pretty Lady' or whatever." He motioned around the condo with the bottle. "Where are your shot glasses? Let's have a drink."
Cal pointed to the cabinet above the sink, too bemused to speak. He could feel the weight sliding off his shoulders, weight that'd been there since...probably since his mom had died. Anderson and Stevens weren't going to blab on him, and now it looked like they might even be real friends. Three whole friends now, he thought. Well it was a start.
Stevens returned with the glasses and set them out for Anderson to pour, then passed them around.
"All right," Anderson said when they were ready, "to big dicks, tight asses, and morally casual attitudes!"
"Amen!" Stevens bellowed, and then they were all tossing the smooth whiskey back. The rest of the night was a blur, but the last thing Cal remembered was thinking that maybe he finally had some sort of normal life at last.
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The next morning's 7:00 a.m. alarm was brutal. He groaned as his hangover made itself felt, Matt echoing his feelings with his own half-awake grunt. When Cal shut the alarm off he noticed it was actually 7:23--they'd overslept by nearly half an hour.
"Fuck," Matt muttered, "I think I'm still drunk."
"Aww fuck, me too I think," he groaned, and sat up on the edge of the bed. He gathered himself and staggered into the bathroom; for a wonder the plug up his ass wasn't making his morning a living hell. He pulled it out--thank God he didn't have to use that goddamn cock cage anymore--and began his morning prep routine before hitting the shower. A minute later he heard Matt stagger in, grumbling, and then the sound of the electric shaver as he touched up his chest. Cal was about to get out when Matt joined him, pasty-faced and definitely smelling of whiskey; Cal was sure he wasn't any better.
Matt reached around him to grab the soap, making a feeble attempt at some grab-ass that Cal was too wiped out to respond to. "No more," the taller man croaked. "Like seriously Cal, I am done. Today." Matt's eyes were bleary, but the expression on his face was hard.
Cal took a deep breath, then nodded slowly. They'd talked about this, and now they'd ticked everything off their to-do list. Why wait any longer? They'd put up with a semester of hell; wasn't it time to graduate? "Yeah, me too. Fuck this noise."
"Yeah?" Matt's face widened into a smile.
"Yeah." Cal couldn't help smiling back. "We got this."
"Yeah we do," Matt breathed intensely, and planted his lips on Cal's. Cal tangled his hands in Matt's wet hair and pulled him close, openening his mouth to Matt's tongue as their bodies melted together. The warm water seemed to sluice away his hangover, and he felt himself thickening at the feel of slick skin-on-skin contact.
By the time they came up for breath Cal's hard on was aching as it fought to pop upright; he could feel Matt's uncut shaft nudging insistently against his own ball sack. "Let's get you cleaned up," Cal breathed, "and get out of here." He pumped a glob of shower gel into one hand and began rubbing it over Matt's torso.
"Yes," Matt said, lifting his elbows for Cal to wash his smooth pits. "Daddy's horny." The rough intensity in his voice made Cal's knees go weak.
"Yes Daddy," Cal said. He leaned in and took one nipple in his mouth while his hands slid lower to spread the lather over Matt's cropped bush. The tall youth groaned when Cal's soapy hand wrapped around his shaft and peeled back his 'skin for a deep clean, followed by an "Ah!" when Cal tugged on his nipple with his teeth. Matt's hands clenched on his ass, pulling his glutes apart, then swatting his right cheek.
"You horny slut," he groaned approvingly. "Work Daddy's cock..." he began thrusting his hips into Cal's palm.
With a strained "nnngg" Cal forced himself to release Matt's shaft and transfer his soapy hands to Matt's backside. He was more than ready to be bred--Bryan could've slid right into his eager hole at that moment--but. "Not yet Daddy." He straightened up, breathing heavily. "Not yet Matt."
Matt's dark eyes cleared slightly and he nodded. "Yeah, you're right," he said roughly, "first things first. But then..." One finger danced near Cal's hole, and the frat boy felt his bulk shake at the touch; he moaned. "Yeah, that's right," Matt said. "Now finish cleaning Daddy's backside like a good girl." He shuddered as Cal's fingers slid deep into his cleft, then let out a soft moan when one probed his sphincter. "Oh...good girl," he breathed, "good girl."
Cal was so used to encountering a butt plug when he was exploring Matt's ass that the feel of tender skin was a bit of a surprise. But from the way his ring trembled at Cal's touch Matt wasn't complaining. Cal gently worked his way in a little more, his own hole aching with the memory of how it'd felt to have Bryan take his cherry. Could he make Matt feel that good? He could try...just not quite yet, he reminded himself. He forced himself away, or as much as the shower stall allowed. "Okay, okay, we gotta get outta here."
Matt shot him a rueful grin. "You're such a buzzkill, bro."
"Right?" Cal returned the look and took in a shaky breath. "Fuck I'm horny."
"Will of steel man," Matt said, maneuvering to rinse off. "I was gonna fold."
"Just wait a few babe. We'll tell Sir to fuck off, then we can go nuts."
"Mmhmm," Matt agreed as he scrubbed shampoo in his hair. Suddenly he froze and turned half around, one eye cocked open with suds running down around it. "Wait, what did you say?"
"We'll tell Sir to fuck off, then go nuts," Cal repeated.
"No, before that," Matt said accusingly.
"Ummm. Uh...'just wait?'" Cal felt his face redden.
"'Just wait' what?..." Matt's tone sharpened, the expression on his face unreadable as the shampoo washed away over it.
Cal entire body burst into flame, or at least it felt like it. It would've been preferable anyway: then he could've just crumbled into ash and washed down the drain. Instead he was going to have to 'fess up to his best friend that maybe he wanted them to be more than fuck buddies, that somehow he'd caught a case of capital-F Feelings. For a dude.
Matt nodded and his lean face lit up in a way that took Cal's breath away. I would cut off my nuts to see that look again, Cal realized. He still couldn't speak though.
Matt must've seen the struggle on Cal's face, because he didn't make Cal wait any longer. "Well me too," he said. "So there."
"R-really?"
"Yeah." Matt finished scrubbing the shampoo out. "Yeah, really." He put his hands on Cal's hips. "Babe."
Cal felt like that touch might be the only thing keeping him from floating away. That, and Matt's lips on his again. He was aware of their erections touching, but that was only a part of it now. And even though the touch was lighter the whole experience was 100 times more intense. This time it was Matt who pulled away, still smiling. "Let's do this."
Cal nodded; he couldn't think of anything to say. Plus he was grinning like his mouth was going to split apart, so really what was the point? The dried off quietly, but Cal couldn't take his eyes off Matt's tall frame the entire time, and it seemed like Matt felt the same way; they were grinning like idiots throughout. The clock said 7:58 by the time they were done. Cal looked at the freshly-washed dildos resting by the sink, then at Matt, one eyebrow raised in an unspoken question.
"Leave 'em," Matt said flatly, and with that they marched into the bedroom to stand in front of Cal's laptop for the last time.
The screen came to life. "Freshly scrubbed boys, but without their toys," the familiar male voice said. The light distortion always made it hard to pick up Sir's exact tone, but "forbidding" probably described it. Cal swallowed and fought the urge to grovel for forgiveness. Man up, he said to himself, man the fuck up.
Matt spoke before he had the chance to psych himself up and respond. "We're done. No more bullshit man."
"You think the police will be done with you?"
"Already done. Got my plea bargain, gonna pay my dues. I'm done." Matt sounded way more sure of himself than Cal felt, but his mood was contagious.
"What about short boy? Are you going to toss him under the bus? Let his daddy and Signa Nu brothers see what a cock hound he is?"
"They already know." Both of them at once. They looked at each other in surprise, then shared a grin. Matt held out his hand and Cal took it, giving it a quick squeeze.
He had his voice now. "We're done. So fuck off. We don't give a shit anymore asshole, so you and your blackmail bullshit can hit the road." Wow--that had felt even better to say out loud than he'd imagined.
"Then there's nothing left to threaten with, is there? You are free."
A burst of loud clicks occurred, announcing to Cal's utter disbelief the opening of the wrist bracelets he'd been forced to wear nonstop for the last five months. Matt's eyes opened wide, and with a convulsive jerk he pulled them off; Cal followed suit a stunned second later.
"Are we...done?" Mat asked.
"Yes, you're done. Put all your things in the box for your courier to pick up, and you can go your way. Keep your mouths shut about this and those videos will never go out either."
"Why now?" Cal asked, "why the fuck now?!"
"Why? You're real boys now, Cal. Now pack up your things and get on with your lives." The screen went dark.
"But why?!!" Cal felt months of frustration surging. "Why me? Why us? Why did you fuck with us?!!" There was no reply though; just the silent cycling of the Dell logo as the laptop rebooted. "WHY?!"
"Cal." Matt's hand was warm on his shoulder. "Cal! I don't think we're gonna get an answer, man. I think we just...were in the wrong place at the wrong time or something. And I really don't give a shit, as long as he let us go."
Cal took a deep breath, then another. "Yeah, I guess," he agreed reluctantly. "It just chaps my hide though, letting him get away with all the shit he put us through."
"I know. Believe me, I know. But I think...anyone who could pull this off: the tech, the software, all that--they're someone big. Like: secret agency big. I'm just not up for going up against something like that. I just want my life back," he finished.
Something in his tone sounded tired, and sad, and Cal forced himself to let go of his anger--at least for the moment. He turned and wrapped Matt in a hug, pressing their bodies together. "Yeah, me too," he sighed.
They stayed like that for a minute or two: long enough for Cal's hangover to remind him it was still there, and also long enough to feel Matt thickening against him again. His own cock twitched in response and he rocked his hips to generate a little friction.
"It wasn't all bad," Matt said at last. His hands slipped lower on Cal's body, cupping his ass.
"No," Cal agreed. The stiff fur in Matt's crotch was rubbing the base of his shaft, and the sensation was really getting to Cal: the slightly prickly friction was somewhere between fingertips lightly rubbing and nails scratching. "There was some pretty hot shit," he said.
"The hotel room," Matt breathed into his ear. Cal turned his head away, then groaned when Matt's teeth grazed his neck.
"Fuck yes," he agreed, "watching you suck all those cocks...." He was breathing heavily at the memory.
"You too...you were so hot to watch going down on those guys..." They were grinding hard on each other now.
"Sucking yours was the best...you tasted so good," Cal sighed. He whimpered as Matt's finger circled his hole, then pushed in.
"You wanna suck me now?" Matt breathed.
"Uh huh," Cal nodded. He dropped to his knees without another word and dove onto Matt's shaft. A pool of rich precum had gathered around his foreskin, and they both groaned as Cal pulled it back to lap the sweet juice up.
"Uhhnnn...that's so good Piggy...just like that...oh fuck yes! Take your Daddy's cock..." Matt was really into it now, gripping Cal's head and fucking into his face with increasing force. Cal grunted his approval and bobbed his head up and down in time with Matt's thrusts while he began jerking his own meat. Part of him wanted to wait and let Matt get him off, but the sensation of the warm shaft pumping in and out of his mouth was too much of a turn-on. It was hard to believe he'd been so revolted the first time he'd done this, because now all he wanted was more of that rich taste in his mouth. He could feel his orgasm starting to build as he continued giving head, and when he fondled Matt's smooth balls with his free hand he found they'd pulled up as tight as his own.
"Aw fuck yeah, play with my nuts Piggy," Matt gasped, "Daddy's gonna fill you up with a big load!" He began to jackrabbit in earnest, pushing his slick head deep into Cal's throat with each thrust. The muscle-bound gym rat couldn't get enough, and his own muffled groans joined Matt's as he began jacking furiously. He barely noticed the drool running down his chin; all that mattered was the feel and taste of Matt's swollen head pushing into him, filling him as deep as he could go until Cal's nose was smashed into his pubes, then pulling out only to thrust deep again. Matt's cock was practically vibrating now and the head had swollen to the point where Cal knew it was about to explode; he felt a sense of pride at the happy sounds Matt was making because of his efforts.
"Oh God! I'm gonna--shit, take my load Piggy!" With that Matt's cock erupted, rich goo jetting down Cal's throat and coating his tongue. He let go of his own shaft to jerk the base of Matt's, timing the movements to the gentle squeezing of the tall jock's nut sack. "OH FUCK!" Matt gasped as he was expertly milked, "OH FUCK baby that feels so good!" His hips convulsed. "Fuck!!" Cal couldn't keep up with him anymore: days of backed-up jizz were draining in a flood, and Cal's enthusiasm was no match for it. He didn't care though: servicing Matt on his knees was almost as hot as being ridden hard, and the sensation of warm liquid running down his chin just added to the appeal.
By the time Matt finished coming the jizz trail was well down Cal's throat, nearly to his collarbone, and the tall frat boy was a panting mess. "Aw fuuuuck," he finally groaned weakly, "aw fuuuck." He pulled his dick out of Cal's mouth and stood there panting, gently massaging Cal's scalp as the stocky jock swabbed his balls clean.
Finally Matt opened his eyes and looked down; Cal met his gaze with a satisfied smile. "That was a grade A blow job man," he pronounced. "Really hot." He gave a slightly dazed grin, then his look turned more serious. "You get off?"
Cal shook his head. "Not yet." His balls felt overstuffed and his dick was thrumming; he knew it wouldn't take much to finish himself off.
"Good. I wanna suck you dry too."
Cal hesitated. Matt's warm mouth would get him off almost instantly he knew, but what he really wanted was... "Could I just keep sucking you for a little bit?" he asked, a little nervously. He didn't want Matt to think he was a little bitch, but giving him head had been such a turn-on, and he was so close...
Matt seemed to get it though; his look of mild surprised passed quickly and was replaced with a mischievous smirk. "Still hungry for some cock, little Piggy?"
Cal looked up eagerly and nodded. "Yes Daddy." He shivered with a little thrill of anticipation.
"Oh yeah," Matt said, "you look so good on your knees. Take Daddy's cock in your mouth. Yeah, that's it...fuck you look so hot...stroke your cock for me Piggy--show me how much you love my dick."
Cal whined hungrily around the flesh in his mouth; this was pushing his buttons even more than he'd thought it would. The only way it would be better was if he had a cock up his ass too--he realized with surprise that part of him was maybe going to miss the feel of the butt plug. The thought passed quickly though: his balls were churning as his orgasm became unstoppable. He let out a tremendous groan, then swallowed Matt's still-hard shaft to the base before exploding in ecstasy. Warm cum splattered over his chest and Matt's calf as he jerked himself off, the sensations almost unbearable as his natural lube made his head and shaft even more sensitive. He bucked his hips, imagining them pushing back onto someone and filling him back there the same way Matt occupied his mouth.
"That's it baby," Matt cooed, "come for Daddy...shoot it..." His hands caressed Cal's scalp, making the muscle jock shiver as he came. "So fuckin' hot..."
When Cal finally sat back he realized he'd probably shot an even bigger load than Matt. His hands and crotch fur were soaked with white goo, two trails glistened in the dark leg hairs of Matt's calf, and there were at least three tracks on the carpet between his feet. He sat back on his heels, taking in the sight and breathing heavily. "Holy shit, that was something."
"Fuckin' A it was. Goddamn Cal, I thought I was backed up, but you got me beat."
Cal smiled lopsidedly. "Guess I did."
Matt cupped his chin, drawing Cal's gaze up. "You liked that huh?" Cal just nodded; it'd been pretty obvious. "Yeah, me too. I mean man, you looked really hot. Like, smokin' hot. Five stars, would do again."
Cal laughed. "Guess we'll have plenty more chances now, huh?"
"Yeah we will." Matt slid his thumb across Cal's lip briefly, teasing. "Now lay back on the bed; I wanna clean you up."
Cal obliged, closing his eyes and relaxing into the sensation of Matt's tongue working its way over his balls and shaft, then up the trail of jizz from his abs to his pec. By the time he was done they were both pretty soft, but Cal didn't care: it was enough to have Matt's warm body up against his, and if the dark-haired frat boy's tongue had missed a few spots it didn't bother either of them. By unspoken agreement they settled in and pulled the covers up when Matt was done, then promptly sacked out.