Max's Valentine
Continued from last week.
"Well, well, well, what have we got here?" came the familiar male voice.
Max and Michael both naked and covered in each other's cum squinted into the bright headlight.
"I thought I told you two to get back to town," the Sheriff said stepping into the light so the boys could see him.
"Yes sir, sorry we were." Max started but Michael cut him off.
"We were just leaving sir," Michael said jumping down from the jeep. He took a few steps forward and met the steady gaze of the Sheriff as if challenging him to say anything about what he'd seen.
The Sheriff met the boy's gaze without flinching, then slowly looked down his eyes traveling slowly over Michael's naked body. "Shouldn't you get dressed first?" he asked calmly.
Max had taken the opportunity to jump down on the other side of the jeep and in the shadow cast by the spotlight he quickly ran his open hands down and over his body, his clothes materializing as his hands passed over his skin. Then with a shake of his head he hurried around the jeep where Michael still stood naked and defiant in front of the Sheriff. "Come on Michael," he said taking his brother by the upper arm and pulling him toward the jeep. "We need to get home."
Michael pulled his arm away from Max's grip and stepped one step closer to the Sheriff and said in a low tone, "I guess we all have secrets to keep to ourselves tonight don't we Sheriff?"
The Sheriff's craggy face showed no expression as his blue eyes met those of Michael, "I guess we do at that," he said simply. Then with a slight nod he turned and walked back to his cruiser.
As the headlights pulled away and darkness returned Michael did the same as Max had earlier and passed his open hands over his naked body, his clothes materializing in their wake. When he finished he turned to find Max glaring at him. "Shut up Max, he'll never say a word to anyone."
"How can you be so sure," Max shot back.
"Because we were fucking and he killed a man!" Michael said brushing past Max. He jumped back into the jeep into the driver's seat and called, "Come on."
Max's dark eyes followed the trail of the dwindling red taillights of the Sheriff's car for a moment before he turned and climbed into the jeep beside Michael.
******* The rest of the school week and the following weekend passed uneventfully before Valentine's Day. Then once again things seemed to unravel for Max. *******
Max turned and left Liz standing in the crowded dance club his mind reeling from the images and emotions of their kiss. He also struggled with the fact that he'd just lied to Liz, he had remembered everything he'd said and done that night but couldn't bring himself to let her know that. He looked across the street and found Kyle's red convertible but there was no one inside. "Great." Max muttered under his breath as he turned down the alleyway between the club and the building next to it.
Max found Kyle on his knees in the alley behind the club, his eyes were closed and his head thrown back as he gasped more of the cool night air into his lungs.
"Kyle," Max said moving in front of him, "its Max. Are you sick?" he asked
It took a moment for the drunken boy to answer, "Nope, false alarm Maxxy boy," he said before bursting out into giggles.
"Terrific," Max sighed, "you're still drunk."
"Yep!" Kyle said proudly with an exaggerated nod. "Help me up Maxxy!" he said reaching out for Max's standing form in front of him. In his state he didn't notice that his fingers had closed around the waste of Max's jeans.
Max rolled his eyes in frustration at the situation. Shaking his head be started to reach under Kyle's arms to help him to his feet when he realized that one of his worst enemies was completely at his mercy. "I'll help you Kyle, but first you help me." Max looked around the dark empty alley to make sure they were out of sight and alone before he undid the button of his jeans and unzipped them.
Kyle still on his knees tried to focus his blurred vision but everything kept swimming in and out of focus. "Come on, Max." he said slurring his words.
Max pulled his cock from the fly of his jeans and began to stroke it with one hand while he gripped the back of Kyle's head in his other hand. He guided Kyle's face into his crotch and began to rub his stiffening cock across the boy's face. "This is for all the grief you've given me in school," he said pushing his bloated cockhead between Kyle's lips.
The drunken Kyle tried to pull back from the stiff cock pushing between his lips but Max's hand on the back of his neck held him in place, so he gave in and opened his mouth wide.
Now that Kyle wasn't struggling Max placed both hands on the side of Kyle's head and began to sink his stiff rod between the other boy's lips. Feeding Kyle his cock an inch at a time Max watched as his swollen shaft disappeared slowly into the boy's hot mouth until finally his balls pressed under Kyle's chin and his nose was buried in Max's pubic hair. He held the jock there for long moments reveling in the sensation of having his eight-inch cock buried to the hilt in his enemy's mouth. Then slowly he began to hump his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of Kyle's drooling mouth.
Kyle who was too far gone to care remained on his knees in front of Max and allowed the other dark haired teen to face fuck him.
Max's hips moved faster and faster as the lust began to build. Taking out his frustration on Kyle's mouth, Max thrust his stiff rod in and out in harder strokes liking the way it felt when his cockhead banged into the back of Kyle's throat, the way his balls bounced off his chin.
Suddenly Kyle began to choke and retch as Max drove his cock deep into his throat going too far.
Max pulled his cock from Kyle's sucking mouth, with a wet popping sound his cockhead pulled free from the other boy's choking mouth.
"If you keep that up I'm gonna puke." Kyle said after he'd caught his breath.
Not caring to have Kyle throw up in his crotch Max decided there was another way he could take care of the situation. "Get up," he ordered pulling Kyle to his feet. He lead the muscular teen to a small dumpster a few feet away and bent Kyle over the dark green lid.
"Now what?" Kyle said through lips that felt like they belonged to a stranger.
"Now I'm gonna really give it to you Kyle," Max said waving his hand in front of Kyle's jeans and undoing the zipper before he pulling the other boy's jeans down to his ankles. "Call it my Valentine gift to you."
Kyle who half stood, half lay across the top of the dumpster only nodded stupidly. "Okay, give it to me Maxxy."
Standing behind Kyle, Max moved until his still rock hard dick pointed directly between the cleft of Kyle's white muscular ass. Using both hands to grip Kyle by the waste Max guided his cock into the warm crack of Kyle's ass until his cockhead pushed against the other boy's tight puckered hole. "Happy Valentine's Day Kyle!" Max growled as he punched his hips forward driving his eight-inch cock deep into Kyle's ass.
Kyle let out a cry of pain and arched his back as Max's stiff tool slammed all the way into his virgin ass.
To keep him quiet Max placed one hand over Kyle's mouth while still holding onto him by the waist with the other. Not waiting for Kyle to get accustomed to having something so large up his ass, Max began thrust his hips viciously back and forth driving his rock hard boner in and out of Kyle's hot hole. He watched in excited heat as his dark skinned shaft pistoned in and out of Kyle's lily-white ass.
Kyle was still trying to pull free and cry out at the same time but Max's hand remained over his mouth and his other hand kept him pinned to the dumpster. So instead of loud shouts of pain echoing down the alley, there was only the muffled sound of grunts as Max continued to pound his cock into him.
Watching his cock shaft as it drove in and out of Kyle's bouncing ass cheeks Max was suddenly overcome with rage. Liz and all the confusing and conflicting emotions she brought out, Michael and his constant pushing to find out who the other alien was, the Sheriff and his insistent probing, and Kyle and his constant ragging all of it came to the surface in a red hot flash of anger. Max gave up trying to keep Kyle quiet and he grabbed the other boy by the shoulders as he drove his cock wildly into him in vicious bone jarring thrusts until at last his cock erupted and began to spew jets of hot cum deep into Kyle's ravaged ass.
Kyle was nearly unconscious now, his breath coming in quick pants, even in his stupor he felt the white-hot pain Max's cock had inflicted.
Before his balls could completely empty themselves of his load, Max pulled his cock from Kyle's ass and spun him around, pushing him to his knees as he did. Then he let the last of his cum blast onto Kyle's face covering the other boy's face with white thick ribbons of sperm. Finally spent and out of breath Max stumbled back against the brick wall of the club gasping in lungfuls of the cool night air.
Kyle slumped against the side of the dumpster, his pants down around his ankles and his face glistening with Max's cum, "Why?" he managed to sob.
Looking down at the pitiful sight of Kyle, Max was suddenly overwhelmed with the realization of what he'd just done.he'd just viciously raped and humiliated another person. With a cry that seemed to come from his soul Max shouted, "What's happening to me?!" Overcome with guilt and shame he slid down the wall until he sat heavily on the pavement. He began to sob as tears of remorse began to flow and sobs racked his body. Is this what happened to other alien? Is this how he started out just before he became a killer?
Max didn't know how long he'd been huddled against the brick wall crying out his fear and frustration but he came instantly alert when he heard the familiar voice of Liz calling out.
"Max? Is that you?" Liz's voice carried down the side alley and around the corner into the back alley.
Max jumped quickly to his feet and wiped the tears from his face and eyes before turning his attention to the nearly unconscious Kyle. He hurried to the other boy's side and using his right hand he placed it gently over Kyle's naked buttocks and sent out a surge of healing power, then he turned Kyle's cum smeared face toward his own and passed his hand over it instantly removing the thick white evidence from the other's cheeks, lips and eyebrows. He had just pulled Kyle to his feet and managed to pull the boy's pants up and fasten them when he heard the scrape of feet against pavement.
"Max? What are you two doing?" Liz asked, her voice full of love and concern.
"He's just had to much to drink." Max said in what he hoped was his normal cool tone of voice. "He was sick to his stomach but I think he's okay now."
Liz moved closer and reached out her hand to him but Max pulled away and quickly draped Kyle's arm over his shoulder. "I have to get him home now," he said brushing past her.
Liz stood in the alley watching as Max with Kyle leaning heavily on his shoulder shuffled away into the shadows. "Oh Max." she said in a whisper as a single tear rolled down her cheek.
Max kept his head held high as he pulled the stumbling form of Kyle with him determined not to look back, if he had Liz would see that his own face was wet with tears as well.
************ To be continued*************
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