Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and as such is a product of my imagination. It is not and should not be thought of as a record of actual events. Any similarity between my characters and real people is merely a coincidence. The story will include descriptions of sexual activity between teen boys. If material of this kind might offend you or if you are not of legal age, then stop reading. All others please enjoy! You are welcome to send comments or story ideas to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com
Love Unlocked - 12
Tony looked around the classroom. There were eight empty chairs. Two were meant for new kids; replacing those that had hurt Sammy. The other six had been used by the guys now on the summer work program. He stared at where Cole usually sat. The disappointment of being left behind was something he could handle. The sadness of losing Cole was something else.
"Our last night together wasn't nearly long enough," Tony thought. They'd only had two and a half hours between the last of the group activities and lights out. They had cuddled for a while, made out, and then had slowly unzipped each other.
"He was so hard," Tony remembered. The sex had, in many ways, been different from what they had experienced before. It was slower, more tender. Tony decided he liked it. "There were more feelings, it meant something."
Sighing, and looking down at his textbook, Tony knew things wouldn't be the same with Cole gone.
"You're amazing," he had told him, when what he really wanted to say was, "I love you." But saying that would have made losing Cole that much harder. He couldn't do it. Tony had decided it would be better for both of them if he didn't say the words.
Abandoning all pretence of reading, Tony slid down further in his chair as the instructor droned on.
Tony had tried to find a way to let Cole down easily. "He can do way better than me," he remembered thinking, "I'll only hold him back." That's why he'd told Cole that he would miss him. Tony wanted to give Cole a hint that it was over. But Cole hadn't wanted to talk.
"Maybe he didn't want to spoil things by hearing what I was trying to say." In the end, it was probably best that way. But Tony knew his feelings hadn't changed. Cole was special, and he missed him already.
Tony looked around the room one more time. He named each kid as his gaze fell on their empty place. He came back to Cole. Deep down, he knew he always would.
Slowly shaking his head, Tony thought, "Fuck, the best thing that's ever happened to me, and he's gone."
The next morning, two kids arrived to take the place of the guys who had assaulted Sammy. Brandon still wanted a bitch to play with and had staked another claim. The third time around looked like it might work out.
Tony watched as Brandon sat down next to a slim blond kid in the middle of eating his breakfast.
Things never changed. "The bitches always found out their ass had been claimed their first morning." Tony watched as Brandon chatted with the new guy. "First some small talk, then he'd tell him."
Something would usually happen right after breakfast, before classes started. "But he won't get it up his ass until tonight," Tony thought. "Still, everyone would know he was now Brandon's.
The guy was about fifteen, and he had a surfer boy look; tan, with a mop of shaggy blond hair. He had the muscles of a high school sophomore athlete. Not too much going on, but there was potential.
The word had already gotten around that the guy had been caught selling weed. Tony watched as Brandon leaned closer. A cop might let someone get away with smoking weed, but sell it? You'd be screwed.
The kid's eyes grew wide. Brandon put a hand on his shoulder as if to warn him to keep his mouth shut. The rest of the guys in the room snickered. The kid looked around the room but didn't see anyone willing to help. He lowered his head and nodded.
"Brandon's finally gotten his piece of ass." Tony smiled.
Brandon's new bitch wasn't the only topic of conversation at breakfast that morning. A female counselor had started work the previous day, and Jacoby was telling anyone who would listen that she "had the ass of his dreams." If given a chance, he vowed, "He'd give her a fucking she'd never forget."
Brandon blocked Tony's view of Jacoby's table when he approached. "Time to feed the newbie some dick," he grinned, giving himself a quick feel. "Why don't you come watch me? I think the little pussy is gonna be hot."
"Not in the mood." Tony shrugged.
"Yeah, well I'm really sorry about Cole, but life goes on. You know? Besides, the rest of the guys in here look up to you. If you show up, it'll seal the deal."
Tony remained unconvinced.
"Just think about all those times I sat outside your room so you could have some time with Cole." Brandon paused, "You kind of owe me one."
Brandon was right. Tony gave in. "Okay, where's the party?"
"Shower room."
Tony nodded.
"Thanks, man." Brandon grinned then hurried toward the door.
Unlike the previous occasion Brandon had brought a kid to the shower room, this time he didn't get his ass kicked.
Tony watched as Brandon slowly unzipped his jumpsuit. He wasn't wearing any underwear. His dick slapped up tight against his belly. The thing was already throbbing. He bent it down and wiggled it in invitation.
"All right, on your knees," Brandon said to the kid, "and open that pretty little mouth."
There were three other guys in the shower room besides Tony and Brandon. The kid wouldn't have had much of a chance if he had said `no'. What he did say surprised the hell out of everyone.
"I never suck." His tone was even, more of a statement than an argument.
Brandon was about to say something when the kid went on.
"But I bet that fucker would feel good up my ass." He gave Brandon a bit of a smile.
"So, you really are a pussy!" Brandon chuckled softly. He gave his cock a stroke. "What was up with that act in the cafeteria?"
That was the same thing Tony was wondering.
"I knew the rest of the guys were watching. I know what goes down in places like this. You have to play the game, right?"
Brandon nodded. "I guess I'm going to need some lube," he said with a look toward one of the other kids. "Fag boy here wants a butt fuck!"
The guy went to their hiding place and tossed it over.
Watching Brandon slowly pushing his cock up the blond kid's ass seemed all so familiar. Tony remembered when he had done Cole the same way, in the very same place. The new kid eagerly pushed his jumpsuit down past his knees and turned around. The boy's ass was small and nicely rounded. Tony noticed his tan extended further into his pants than he expected.
The kid bent over and stuck his rear end out so Brandon could get at it. Brandon lubed his dick and then pushed a finger of the stuff up the kid's hole. After that, he didn't waste any time in putting his cock in him.
The kid groaned softly as Brandon eased it in, he was taking it without any trouble. Brandon slid it deeper.
"Fuck, that feels nice," the kid whimpered, as Brandon's pubes finally settled tight against his cheeks.
Brandon gave him a reach around, giving his dick a couple of strokes.
"Like the feel of that, huh?"
The kid nodded. Tony wasn't sure if the guy was referring to Brandon's hand on his cock or the dick up his butt.
"How long have you been taking it up the ass?" Tony asked. He found the scene a little amusing.
"Since I was twelve," the kid groaned, as Brandon started to fuck him with long, exaggerated strokes. "It was my birthday. My older brother took my cherry that night when we were camping in the back yard."
Tony watched as Brandon thrust his seven inch dick in and out of the kid's hole, varying the speed and the angle. Brandon's cock was above average in thickness and had a flared knob. The kid would know he'd been fucked when it was all over.
"Did you like it?" Tony smiled.
"Not at first," the newbie groaned as Brandon gave his dick a twist. "But then the second time, he found a spot in there and I went nuts."
Tony chuckled, "Natural born bottom boy."
"Hey, I'm trying to fuck here," Brandon complained with a look toward Tony.
Tony smiled and shut up.
"That's better," Brandon sighed. "Now, down to business!"
The boy bent further, spread his legs and grabbed the sink. "Okay, show me what you got."
Brandon pounded him hard. The kid took it and then pushed his ass back onto Brandon's cock. Brandon took the hint and stood still. He let the kid fuck himself for awhile using his cock like a dildo. Brandon must have tired of that game, because he grabbed the kid by the waist and took the lead again. Brandon's nuts were flopping back and forth against the kid's butt, his cock buried deep in his hole.
Tony saw that the other three guys in the room had unzipped and had their cocks in their hands. Brandon was driving his dick home with enthusiasm. The sound of his balls slapping against the kid's ass cheeks bounced off the tiled walls.
"Come on, surfer boy," Brandon groaned. "Let me hear you beg for it, I know you like this shit."
The kid grunted and then started to softly whimper. Tony could tell it wasn't an act; the guy really was getting into it. He definitely liked getting fucked.
"Harder," the kid whined softly and pushed back. "Come on, fucking give it to me harder!"
Brandon was happy to oblige. He slammed in and twisted it. The kid's head was bobbing as Brandon pounded away. Just when Tony thought Brandon had run out of tricks, he lifted the kid off his feet for a moment, and balanced the guy on his dick. Tony knew he must be getting close, he was now showing all the usual signs. Moments later, Brandon made a face, thrust as deep as he could in the kid's ass and stopped, pulling him tight into his crotch. Brandon was there, he was pumping the kid's ass full of cum.
Tony's own cock was now hard.
The other guys were all busily stroking as well. The fact Brandon had just emptied his nuts in the boy had a predictable effect. The other guys sped up and raced toward the finish line.
Tony, without thinking, had been edging his own zipper down. He was idly stroking as he watched things play out in front of him. Brandon pumped his cock into the kid's ass a few more times and stopped again. After a long pause, he leaned back and slowly pulled out. The newbie sounded disappointed when the wide head tugged at his ass ring and then was gone. The kid's hole gaped open. He was still bent over, his hand on his dick.
"I need another cock," the boy begged softly as he jerked.
It was already too late for the other three guys, Tony saw their cum covering the floor.
The boy took a quick look around and saw there was only one possibility. The kid's eyes were pleading. "Come on, please, I need it to get off."
Tony felt cornered. He still had strong feelings for Cole, but here he was with all the other guys looking at him. He knew they expected him to step up. Who wouldn't?
Tony's dick was hard as steel. The kid was bent over and asking for it. Tony hesitated. He gave Brandon a look to see what he was thinking.
Brandon stepped back. "Yeah, come on, do him." He motioned with his head, "I want to watch you fuck the crap out of the little sissy."
Tony was still stroking himself. The other guys looked at him and he knew he had no choice. He shucked his jumpsuit and got into position behind the surfer boy. Without another thought, he spread the kid's ass cheeks with both hands, and then roughly slammed his cock all the way in with one powerful thrust.
The kid grunted, sounding more surprised than anything else.
The kid's hole was well lubed, it made sloppy sucking noises as Tony pulled his cock all the way back out and then slammed it in again. Brandon's sperm, along with the original lube, made things easy. But Tony didn't much care. He fucked the kid's ass hard without any real concern for him.
"Shit, he asked for it!" Tony reasoned.
Tony fucked harder and faster than he had ever done before. He was taking his frustration, his disappointment, and his yearnings for Cole out on the kid's butt. It was nothing more than a hole to him. The kid's grunts and whimpers told Tony the boy liked it rough.
"Want more, huh?" Tony thought and rabbit fucked him. The kid seemed even happier the harder he was pounded.
When he finally came, Tony closed his eyes and all he could think about was Cole. His dick throbbed as it pumped several long, hot streams of jiz deep into the kid's guts. He wanted to shoot it so far up there it would never come out. It was a huge load. Finally, he was done.
It felt good to get off. It felt good to slam his dick into a hole. Tony caught his breath in ragged gasps. But it wasn't like being with Cole. It wasn't satisfying. This was just a fuck!
The surfer boy must have enjoyed it however, because Tony saw that his dick was now limp and dripping. The cum on the floor confirmed he had squeezed one out.
Tony stayed in the kid's ass for a moment, and then pulled back. Almost before he had zipped up he was sorry he had done it. He knew he shouldn't have.
Tony looked around the room. Brandon, the other three guys, and the kid seemed to be looking to him for something more.
"You got a nice little bitch," Tony finally said to Brandon.
Brandon smiled at the praise. Looking at the other three kids, they too were smiling. Apparently Tony had said and done the right thing. If only he felt the same way.
The new kid gave Tony a bashful look. "I haven't been fucked like that in a long time. You looking for a boy?"
Brandon shot Tony a worried glance.
"No." Tony shook his head. "You belong to him," he nodded toward Brandon. "He'll give you all the dick you want."
"Well, let me know if you change your mind," the boy whispered and blushed.
Tony shook his head again. "I won't, so don't even think about it." He turned for the door and didn't look back.
There wasn't much time left before class, but Tony needed to get washed up. He stopped by his room and quickly dumped his jumpsuit and briefs. He wanted clean ones. Naked, he stepped to the sink and ran warm water over a wash rag. Then he soaped it and started cleaning his cock and balls. The stuff, Brandon's cum, his own cum, lube, and some suspicious flecks from the kid's ass, was all over his dick and pubes.
"Evidence," Tony thought as he cleaned himself, "not of a crime, but of his betrayal of Cole.
"I should never have done it," he repeated.
A guard walked up to Tony's cell door just as he was zipping up.
"On my way," Tony said quickly. He didn't think he was running late for class.
"Guidance office," the guard said as Tony stepped past him.
"Yes, sir," Tony looked back at him in surprise.
Tony knocked and waited for permission to enter. A soft voice told him to come in.
"It's Tony, right?" the woman asked.
Tony gave her a long look. "Yes, ma'am."
"I'm Susan Rowley," the counselor said, motioning him to sit down. "I'm filling in while Mike is gone."
"Yeah, some of the kids were talking about you."
"Oh?"
Tony gave her a hint of a smile. Jacoby was right, the woman was very attractive. She was about twenty eight or twenty nine he guessed, and was dressed in a grey two piece suit. She wore a white blouse under the open jacket that was just a touch too sheer. The white outline of the edge of her bra was visible. "Nice set of tits," Tony thought, in an oddly detached kind of way. He wondered if someone like her was tough enough for a place like this.
"Yeah, Jacoby said he'd like to fuck you." Tony waited for her reaction.
"I like men, not boys." She gave it right back. "Tell Jacoby he's gonna have to grow a pair before I'd be interested."
Tony chuckled. He liked that she hadn't freeked.
"Are we done with the games?" Ms. Rowley asked with a little attitude.
Tony nodded. "Yeah, we're cool."
"Okay then, let's get down to business."
Ms. Rowley went over Tony's file and they talked about his progress. The hour was almost over when she suddenly changed the subject. Tony was blindsided.
"Now, tell me about Cole," She asked softly. "I know you two were friends."
Tony didn't want to go there. He stalled. "How do you know about him?"
"Mike and I have talked many times."
"What did he say?"
"He told me enough," the woman said gently.
Tony's head dropped, his eyes examining the floor. At the mention of Cole's name, he had felt his sadness starting to well up. He tried to hold it back, stay strong, but a sob escaped. The damn broke, and the tears fell.
"You were lovers, weren't you?" she whispered a moment later. The question was asked with tenderness.
Tony slowly shook his head `no,' but he knew his tears said otherwise.
Ms. Rowley slowly got up and stepped out from behind her desk and drew close.
Tony looked up from his chair, his eyes pleading for help. She put out her arms and Tony put his head against her. He held onto her as if his life depended on it.
He cried, and cried, and cried.
Pablo seemed as shocked to see Cole as Cole was to see him.
"Hey," Cole said hesitantly as Pablo took a step closer.
"Hey," Pablo whispered.
"Good to see you, man." Cole smiled.
"Yeah, you, too." Pablo seemed to be relaxing.
"Last time I saw you, you were face down over the hood of a police car with a cop putting the cuffs on you."
"Yeah, that was some night, huh?" Pablo blushed.
There was an awkward silence.
Sammy touched Cole's back.
"Oh, this is Sammy, one of the guys from Pathways."
"Hey," Pablo said quietly, sizing Sammy up.
"That guy over there is Levi," Sammy pointed. "He's a friend of mine."
"Cool," Pablo shrugged. Cole didn't think Sammy seemed too interested.
"Okay, listen up!" Mike announced and one-by-one introduced the kids from the County and then those from Pathways.
Cole noticed the County had sent two guards, but unlike Pathways, had equipped them each with a small canister of pepper spray. "So much for a clean start," he thought.
Minutes later, twelve kids were hauling rocks, and the retaining wall was starting to take shape.
Cole looked over at Pablo. They both knew what the other was thinking, "we really got into a pile of shit this time." It had started when they were seven or eight. Most of the time whatever they did hadn't amounted to much, a broken window, or a snitched pack of cigarettes. Usually it earned them an ass whupping but not much more. This time they had taken things too far.
Pablo smiled, his eyes twinkling.
"Yeah, he's thinking the same thing I'm thinking." Cole grinned.
"I didn't expect to see you here," Cole whispered looking at the other kids to make sure they weren't being overheard.
It was evening and everyone was seated around a campfire. The kids had been given sodas and chips, though Cole didn't expect that would continue after they moved on to the next project. "It's just to help break the ice with the new kids," Cole reasoned.
"Heard about this new thing they were going to try," Pablo whispered back. "Thought, `why the hell not?' and did what I could to get chosen."
"Were you charged with grand theft auto?"
"Yeah, but they made me a deal. I get out in three months."
"Same as me," Cole smiled.
"That really was some dumb shit, huh? A fucking bait car!"
Cole nodded. "I owe you an ass kicking," he joked.
"You'll have to stand in line." Pablo chuckled. "My momma says she's really gonna give me what for when I get out of here."
Both boys grinned. The snap and pop of wood burning, the voices of a few kids, and the sounds of the forest all joined together.
"You okay?" Cole finally asked, his voice barely audible.
Pablo looked back, his eyes growing wet. Been kind of tough, you know?"
Cole nodded. "Yeah, stuff happens."
A tear fell from the corner of Pablo's eye.
Cole didn't need to hear Pablo say it. He could guess at what probably had happened. Pablo was a slim, cute kid. It would be the same in County as in Pathways.
"We're gonna be okay," Cole finally said.
Cole wanted to reach out and comfort his friend, but knew he couldn't with ten other kids plus guards watching. Instead he pulled his feet up onto the log where he was sitting and wrapped his arms around his knees.
The silence between them was eventually broken when Pablo whispered, "You know I like girls, right?" He shot Cole a worried look.
Cole knew what he was trying to say. "Yeah, you're the man!" he smiled tenderly.
"Damn right," Pablo whispered.
It sounded to Cole as though Pablo was trying to convince himself as much as anything.
Cole shrugged. "Don't worry about it."
Pablo wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "Damn smoke," he sniffed.
The arrival of the County crew had brought a pleasant change. They had a spare tent. Pablo must have done some negotiating, because Cole found himself moving in with his friend allowing Sammy and Levi to have their tent to themselves.
"How'd you manage this?" Cole was busily rolling out his sleeping bag and stowing his gear.
"Cost me two packs of cigarettes and a few favors." Pablo shrugged. I was planning on being in here alone."
"Well, I can leave," Cole offered.
"Nah, no way." Pablo smiled.
The boys crawled into their bags and scooted a little closer.
"Been a while since we last camped out together," Pablo whispered.
"Yeah," Cole agreed.
Pablo bit his lower lip as if wondering if he should say something. "I'm really sorry," he finally offered.
"I know," Cole sighed.
Pablo reached out his hand and Cole took it.
They lay like that, hand in hand, staring at one another for a few minutes.
"A fucking bait car!" Cole laughed.
Pablo giggled.
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