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MT. PLEASANT HIGH - SERIES
Few days back, Josh Davenport was still a virgin. He discovered sex with his high school buddy Matt and now it's all he can think about. Kids this age are like that, they can do it all the time. But life is not only that, right?
Josh with his new neighbor Shawn stumbled across a briefcase full of money. Out of greed or not, they took it. Now the consequences of this act are getting closer to them.
Previously:
Josh, having sex with Matt and with Shawn, thought of himself as a 'whore' but soon enough dropped this thought. Or embraced it, who knows? He accepted Matt's invitation to have a threesome with the high school jock, Chad Campbell.
The Journalist Richard Desbordes have a thick file "The Free Bird Brief" on the developments that somehow connect the Police Dept. of Georgetown County and the Gangster family, The Monteiros.
Shawn has something concealed within him, what is it?
The two crooked cops Lopez and Miles, who were supposed to get their hands in the money Josh and Shawn ended up with, know now for sure the kids have the money. Their only problem: They don't know how to find those kids.
PART 8 - TRUE COLORS
Here comes the sun, little darling, here comes the sun, and I say: it's all right.
The day might as well start with a warm song like that written by George Harrison. It was still hot-like-hell but who cares? Really? Just another day in the South East in early August, it's supposed to be hot.
Though the day had already started for people like the Private Investigator Mark White-Robertson and the Journalist Richard Desbordes, people in Ruby Street seemed to be enjoying the quiet morning. Not Josh.
Josh was up early as usual and had gone through his morning chores. He was now back in his room, on his bed, thinking about life a little. Not life in general, his thoughts focused on the encounter he agreed to having.
Chad was hot, no doubts there, and the idea of having an intimate moment with him would warm up any gay boy but there was a problem. Maybe not a real problem, maybe some downsides of Chad that Josh's mind brought up. He lived up to the high school jock stereotype. Self-centered, sometimes aggressive and arrogant, popular at the extreme. Josh really saw him being popular as a downside, because being popular meant that he was veneered, people looked up to him and in many ways his life was easier in school, which only fed up the 'monster' of arrogance, self consciousness of his handsome looks and so on. Josh hoped he was not making a mistake.
On the other hand, Josh knew Chad thought he was hot. That somehow made him feel like he had the upper hand on the jock. No matter what happened, Chad shown interest in Josh before. A virtual upper hand, but the feeling was undeniably good.
Josh stripped naked and he was going to the shower but he stopped in front of the mirror. "I'm not that thin boy anymore. If all the gardening did any good to my body, it's really starting to show up in my arms". He observed his own image and took sometime checking himself. "My face and hair, nothing wrong. My chest and abs, well, you can't have it all, right? There's no definition, this part of my body looks like a boy, but who cares? Better boyish looks than a protuberant belly. My legs, ok. There's a little hair, blonde-like, I'm definitely not one of those hairy guys, and I'm probably never gonna be. I know dad's not." The center of his body was certainly one part Josh did not have to worry about. His cock might not be porn-star-big, but of all four boy bits he knew so far, Matt, Shawn, the boy he met on the beach, and his own, he had nothing to be ashamed there. One less thing to worry about. The boy started handling his 'pride' in front of the mirror, knowing one thing: he didn't have the jock looks like Chad, but he definitely was no ugly.
While Josh was minding his business up in his room, Jordan opened the door without warning and saw it. He had a full view of his brother's body. His back and his butt right to his eyes and, in the mirror, his front part, and his cock being stroked. Jordan stood motionless for a about a second until Josh noticed him and tried to cover himself.
"What the hell, Jordan?"
Jordan was now slow to speak. He had to swallow the images he saw before saying anything.
"Jordan?"
"You gotta job but never mind... Sorry"
Jordan turned back and ran downstairs, somewhat blushing, somewhat turned on by that... Josh had a fucking hot body.
Josh himself knew his jerking off in front of the mirror had been very much now killed. Better head to the shower.
Josh found Jordan in the living room after he showered.
"So, Jordan, what's the job?"
"That lady, Bergmann, wants you to mow her lawn."
"That's it? You had in invade my room to tell me that?"
"I didn't know you were jerking off, man..."
"I wasn't."
"No... Hahaha! I was. Totally. I was standing in front of the mirror milking my cock, really."
"Oh, whatever... Like you didn't do that."
"I bet you're still a virgin, Josh!!!"
Saying that, Jordan walked out the front door laughing at his brother. Josh started getting his tools together to go to Mrs. Bergmann's. Things all set in the VW trunk. He started to back it off the driveway and Jordan came from nowhere to his side.
"Are you coming at lunch time?"
"Yes, of course, Jordan. I have to, right? Anything else?"
"No, nothing. Just, I'm sorry I... You know?"
"Don't worry... Learn to knock. Your hands won't fall."
"Whatever."
"And I am not a virgin. FYI."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Wow! Gimme five here!"
Josh drove down few streets still laughing at his brother. He's a one of a kind.
Bergmann's house was on Emerald Street. Those streets were very similar, Ruby, Emerald, Sapphire, Opal, Diamond, Amethyst. All those were cul-de-sacs in the neighborhood. Zero creativity if you think about it.
Anyway, Josh entered with his VW in Emerald Street and parked in front of Mrs. Bergmann's house.
Mr. Bergmann really didn't pay the minimal attention to his garden. It was going to be a hell of a job.
Josh came back at lunch time, but Jordan wasn't at home, he was at Marshall's with Aaron. As soon as he parked in the driveway, Mrs. Anne Marshall called him to have lunch with them.
"Ok, Mrs. Marshall, just gonna go in for a quick shower. I'll be over in a minute..."
That was great! The morning sun really drained his energy off, so not having to cook was good at that point. But sweaty as he was, he certainly needed a shower.
Mrs. Marshall invited Josh because Jordan had already been there the whole morning. She would be driving Aaron to her mother-in-law's to a couple of days visit and Aaron wanted Jordan to go with him.
"I would ask your mother or your father, Josh, but she is in a meeting, unavailable, and your father is on surgery."
"I know the drill."
"And I have to go right after lunch. It's a two-hour drive."
Josh and Mrs. Marshall were talking in the kitchen while the kids were upstairs.
"Listen Mrs. Marshall, I think it's ok if he goes. Not because of his behavior up to date, mom is always complaining about his chores never done but, ever since he started spending more time with Aaron this summer, he's behaving much better. I don't know why, but your son is a good influence on him."
"Interesting, because I was about to state the same thing. Aaron is much less moody these days."
"So I guess it's a win-win situation."
"You get that right, Josh."
By now, both kids were coming down the stairs.
Jordan's face to Josh was so asking 'let me go with my buddy pleeeease'.
It was really not his decision to make although he made a lot of decisions around the house, whether they were his responsibility or not.
"I think we're settled here then. Oh, one more thing. If my mom were here she would give him a list of 'recommendations' for him to follow. Do you think you could...?"
"Sure, no problem."
After they ate, Josh and Jordan went to their house, where Jordan was ready to fly upstairs and get some clothes in a backpack for the two-day getaway. Josh held him by his arm.
"You know you still have a lot to do here at home, right?"
"I know man."
"Really. Mom wouldn't let you go, you know that. I'm letting you BUT, you have to work your things out around the house so mom won't kill you. And me. Ok?"
"Ok."
When Jordan got back with his backpack, Josh reached in his pocked and gave him a hundred.
"Really?"
"Yes. You don't have to spend it all, but if you want something there, you can buy it."
Jordan hugged his brother really tight and thanked him for 'allowing' him to go. Josh reminded him once more that he'd have to do his chores when he got back. Jordan agreed and agreed.
Josh calls Matt in to let him know they have the house to themselves Tuesday afternoon. Wanna call Chad?
Richard Desbordes had several drafts of the perfect story. One big story to first page, and several other follow up stories on how the gangster family Monteiro corrupted two policemen, a lawyer and all stuff. The great escape had yet to take place, but the journalist knew it would take place. The PI and his "business partner/secretary" were on the watch. But what about the money with the horny kid from Mount Pleasant? He'd be probably spending it already, or not? He still thought of how to approach the kid without scaring him off. As for the story, the kid could keep the money for all he cared, but when it got out, the DA would probably put pressure to get the money. Tough decision. Richard knew if he got his hands on big bucks, big enough to live out of it, he'd just hit the road and never look back.
The journalist rewrote the email answer to Josh for the hundredth time, rehearsing the right words that could warn the kid about some facts not scaring him off in the process.
"Dear Josh,
As for the origin of the money that you asked about, it's unknown but, it certainly is something illegal. I take you as a smart kid so you probably heard somewhere the family name "Monteiro", they're a gangster family based in Georgetown County that have influence in neighboring counties. Whatever the crime you think of, they're involved: drugs dealing, prostitution, illegal gambling, extortion etc. Pick one and I can tell you they're right in the middle of it. The police has been trying to nail them for years and they finally managed to keep in custody the boss of this family (they usually call him "Capo Monteiro"). This is not a definitive situation.
I'm taking a guess that you are, in fact, in possession of this money. I know if I were you I would love to keep it. The bad news is this situation will get to the justice at some point, so there is the possibility that you would have to return it to the justice. Another bad information that I have to tell you is: the policemen that killed those two suspects in St. Claire are looking for the money. They're looking for it not dealing with police investigation, to those cops it is some sort of bribe/payment for an undisclosed business. BEWARE OF THOSE COPS. They killed the suspects in St. Claire in cold blood. God knows what they're capable of.
I suggest we meet to talk about it. I AM ON YOUR SIDE, ON THE SIDE OF THE LAW ABIDING CITIZENS. I can go to Mount Pleasant at a place of your pick so I can show you information that I have, proving those cops mean business.
Please contact me back,
Sincerely, Richard Desbordes.
The Georgetown County Gazette."
There. That was it. Hopefully that would hit the kid right in the spot. Richard mentioned in the text that somehow he knew Josh was a kid, and that he could go to Mount Pleasant. If the kid is smart enough he'll understand Richard knew more about him than he revealed.
Mom was not cool with the idea of Jordan traveling with the Marshall's kid at first, mainly because Jordan had not been holding his end of his chores. Dad stepped in, "boys will be boys, go easy on them." In the end it was all worked out. Josh never had that soft treatment, no sir. Things were always what they were meant to be with him. No 'go easy on him', no excuses or whatever. Just do your stuff, because I told you to. Oh, you know what? He just let it go of that thought. Sometimes the best way is not the easy way, when things are not easy to you, you just get tougher. Josh believed that.
Josh read the e-mail later in the evening, after he cleared out Jordan's getaway with mom. He read it again. And for a third time. Shawn was right! It was probably not a good idea to let the journalist know about the money. He called Shawn but he was still on the bus, coming from the pet shelter.
Jesus Christ Josh. Relax. It's nothing. Relax, relax. He kept telling himself that and it was not working though.
"We are in trouble. We are so fucked, Shawn."
Shawn was reading it to himself again. He did not answer Josh.
"Say something, man!"
The face expression of the neighbor had not changed at all.
"I can tell you one thing: this journalist is good. I mean, how in the world does he know you're from Mount Pleasant?"
"And he called me 'kid'! How does he know I'm a kid?"
"Beats me. We never led him on to that. The only thing you mentioned was your first name, right?"
"Yes! I'm freaked out."
"Well, just don't! Freaking out is not gonna help us on this one."
"But man!"
Shawn was trying to think of something but Josh going crazy and walking back and forth wouldn't let him focus.
"Josh, I think we have one thing to do. Meet him. We've been 'busted'."
"I've been busted, you mean."
Shawn held his hand and he stopped walking around the room. He stood up and looked Josh right into his eyes not letting go of his hand.
"WE have been busted, Josh. We're in it together. Ok? I'm with you no matter what."
Josh was compelled to Shawn's eyes. Shawn seemed at that moment to have such a magnetic attraction to him, that even his breath shortened.
"I told you from the very start, Josh, I wanted to keep this money, but we both agreed that if we found the owner of it, we would just return it, right?"
"Yes."
"So, I think we should meet him and figure this out together. You are not alone on this. Hell, if you want, I can go by myself talk to him."
That was some reassurance, really. If Josh were a girl, he'd be wet by now. Talk about having a man to protect you. Josh just embraced Shawn and they just leaned closer and kissed...
The kiss went on and on. It would be ok if all clocks in the world stopped to allow those kids to continue their kissing... But no. World has its own business to mind.
Their bodies signaled they were ready to sex, but hello man, not every time your dick gets hard you have to fulfill its wishes, right? There was just some 'dry humping' and over-the-pants groping, innocent and tender.
"All righty then, Josh. Do we answer him now? Or let him hanging for a while?"
"Nope. I think we better write something to him."
"You want me to...?"
"Oh yeah, draft something for us. I think we better meet him before school starts, you know?"
"I know. But wait. We don't have to fold, give away everything, you know?"
"What do you mean?"
"Up until now, he PRESUMED everything about us. Though he nailed it, he doesn't know that for sure."
"Why do you say so?"
"Well. He doesn't know about me."
"And?"
"And, he is not working on facts. He's working on theories. If he had the facts, he'd know we found the money together. I don't know how in the world he got the fact that you are a kid and live in Mount Pleasant, but I'm sure he doesn't know it for sure just yet."
"You're probably right."
"Ok, let's just right something generic to him, and buy ourselves some more time to figure out how and where do we wanna meet him, and how much we're willing to share. Ok?"
"Right."
"Mr. Desbordes,
I thank you for your concern on my safety. I want to meet you, sometime in this week. How does that sound to you?
Josh."
"What you think, Josh?"
"I think that's fine."
"He'll probably answer in no time, saying he can meet you (or us, in the case) as soon as possible."
"Why do you think so?"
"It's business to him. It's his job, you know? I also think we should go through the things he wrote, see if he has a profile or something. Better get aware of who we're dealing with."
"You're right. Man, you're so fucking intelligent."
"Maybe. I think of myself as perceptive."
"Whatever. You deserve a kiss."
"Woo... Me likey!"
It was so freaking strange to open the door to Chad. He'd never been to Josh's house. Hell, Josh and Chad weren't even friends to begin with!
"Hi Chad."
"Sup dude?"
"Hi Matt?"
"Hey Josh, how you doing?"
Chad's first words could've been better but he certainly is not here to speaking. As Josh was leading the way upstairs in this hot Tuesday afternoon, Chad wasted no time and started groping Josh's ass.
"Dude you got some hot ass!"
Well, 'thank you' is really not the choice of wording when your ass is complimented. Or is it? Giggling would do it without words.
It seemed Josh would really be the center of attentions this afternoon because when he shut his bedroom door, Matt came on to him planting a big-wet-hot-movie-like-and-all-stuff kiss, sweeping him off his feet. While astray in Matt's kissing, Josh felt something hard in his butt. Well, it was Chad's hardon rubbing over his shorts, and the jock was kissing his neck.
Did these two plan it ahead to get me sandwiched like that?
Really, Josh? Shut up man! It's not time for thinking.
Chad was groping Josh's butt so firmly, squeezing the cheeks. Matt was working the front area and unbuttoned the shorts and unzipped it. Chad turned Josh around and helped his shorts to get past his butt and fall down on the floor around the ankles. The black speedo-style underwear he had on was exposed. Josh's butt went squeezed by Matt, and that was somewhat more familiar to our sandwiched boy.
As they were now facing each other, Chad and Josh shared a moment of eye-to-eye that lasted like a second, but in which they were able to dive into each other. Josh looked at the dark green eyes and he really felt different about Chad. That person in front of him seemed different from the high school jock whose attitude was always "I'm-better-than-you-all-in-every-aspect." Josh would like to know the real person inside that body if he was ever given the chance to.
Chad had both his hands in the back of Josh's head and they kissed. Oh-my-god. Thankfully he didn't have bad breath. You see, Josh had all the wrong impressions of Jocks. He thought they stunk, had bad breath, bad manners. Really, he had the worst perspective of the high school jock stereotype. Chad kissing him was breaking that 'prejudice'. While their tongues battled, Josh managed to pull the Velcro of Chad's surfer shorts, and felt his cock under the thin fabric as he let it go down. Chad was wearing red boxers, with white stripes. Really? All-American-jock.
For a slim boy like Josh, the exploring of an athletic and defined body like Chad's was adventurous. Hands up his back. Gee! Even his back is muscle-hard. His shoulders were even broader than Matt's. But Matt was not the worked out guy, he just had larger bones. Or something like that. Big body. His best friend was a deliciously amazing guy, with a body that he loved to play with. Chad was a new toy he was unwrapping.
The temperature seemed to have gone up few degrees, Chad's back was starting to get moist with some sweat.
Josh just felt very good Chad's jewels through his boxers before getting his hand inside of it. Matt had said it right. For a jock like Chad, the 'trophy' was not really tremendous. But hey, when you're young and having your first experiences with boys, every chance you have to holding a cock other than your own is very good, being of less importance how big it is, how thick, whatever. You're having fun. Boy-on-boy fun!
Chad closed his eyes as he felt Josh wrapping his hand around his shaft. Josh had hot hands. That fag was real hot. Matt promised and he would get him a hot fuck and didn't lie.
Matt pulled down Josh's underwear and started kissing his awesome ass. Chad turned Josh around and told him he wanted to see Matt and him making out naked. Josh did really obey him. For some unknown reason. Just undressed Matt and knelt in front of his super delicious cock, `savoring' it ever so eagerly. While that was played, Chad jerked himself off, and kissed Matt.
It's hard to keep up with a threesome. Everybody is doing something. Better participate in it than tell about it.
Josh kissed Matt's body until they were both standing up, kissing and groping their young bodies. Chad was loving that, he'd never seen live boy action. He approached them and felt both asses. Josh had no hair on his round beautiful pieces of white meat. Matt, he knew had it all waxed mostly to please him. Matt worked hard to for Chad to like him. He noticed that and inflated his ego even more.
"You two faggots have great asses..."
Chad said to no one in particular, maybe to himself, acknowledging his own luck, which he knew came from the fact that he was popular.
Josh and Matt who were just playing a private show to Chad, felt their asses groped and right after that, Chad sucked both his middle fingers and stuck it in both boy's asses. Matt moaned in pleasure while Josh felt a little invaded.
"I want you both to suck me."
Chad went like that, announcing things. I want this, I want that. Josh was in the mood, but he was not unaware of those things.
Matt started sucking Chad who moved down on the bed. Matt was on one side and Josh on the other. Both boys went sucking the jock alternating who was doing the sucking. They kissed in the mean time. Matt would go to the balls, Josh to the cock. Chad was laid back arms crossed behind his head staring at the ceiling.
Josh took over sucking the high school star and Matt went down on Josh's cock.
Suck a cock at the same time you're having yours sucked is really awesome. Matt was a hungry sucker, voracious to engulf the whole shaft and have his nose buried in the pubes. He would go up and down like it was nothing. Deep throat for sure. Josh tried to play the same moves on Chad, much easier. The jock held his head and tried fucking his face for a while.
Chad stood up and Matt took his place on bed, calling Josh closer.
"Fuck my ass, Josh."
Matt was going to spit lube his ass when Josh told him to wait, he'd bought something in the morning. He opened a drawer and got a tube of lube.
"Now, that's the stuff, Matt."
He lubed up his cock and Matt applied some on his ass. Matt was on his back, with his legs spread. Chad held one leg up and placed it on Josh's shoulder. The lube made it magically easy to Josh get into Matt's ass. He was doing it slowly but Chad went behind him, poking his cock on that butt and pushed him toward Matt. Gee! It slid in all the way at once, slamming Matt's ass who let out a huge moan. Matt felt a wave of pain coming up through his body, starting in his ass followed by an extreme heat wave. He took a deep breath trying to get used to that, then nodded to Josh to fuck him.
Chad took the lube and had his cock and Josh's ass oiled, then came on to Josh.
"Please, go slow, Chad."
"Don't worry, faggot, I wanna feel it in inch by inch."
A thought occurred to Matt and Josh at the same time: It's not that many inches. Matt smiled and Josh smiled back, probably knowing what the other thought.
Chad felt great fucking that handsome little fag. He started thrusting and his moves worked all the way in Josh fucking Matt, I mean, he didn't have to do nothing to fuck his buddy, Chad was doing it for him while letting him have it.
Josh was going nuts with that both-ends-fuck and he told Matt that he was about to cum. Chad sped up his own fucking and when Josh felt it coming, he just tightened his ass, involuntarily, taking Chad to a place he'd never been before. Chad looked over Josh's shoulder to see him let Matt have all his cum.
As soon Josh let it out, Chad followed and emptied his ass.
"Now it's my turn, hold your breath, faggot!"
He pulled Josh aside and rammed Matt's ass, previously filled with Josh's juices. Josh let out a huge load, and Chad noticed some 'watery' sensations as he fucked Matt.
"Fuck! Feels like a pussy. Take it pussy boy!"
Josh looked at Matt's face. He seemed to be having a great time. Who knew Matt would be a cock lover? They grew up together and he never knew Matt had that inside of him. To be fair, Josh also didn't know one day he would have a threesome with two other boys and would LOVE IT! Josh went down and started kissing Matt while Chad had his cock in and out in that ass.
It wasn't long until Chad announced he was cumming. He roared like a lion while his cock spurted out, or like any other wild loud animal for that matter. His last pushes were slow and he retreated his cock.
Matt resumed kissing Josh and ended it with a small light lip biting. Chad was massaging his boy hole, very much and he stated:
"Shit, faggot. The cum is dripping out. Come check this, Josh."
Chad inserted his index finger, then added the middle one, playing inside Matt boy hole. He took his finger out and a whole lot of two combined sperms came out. That was quite a white show. Josh's first instinct was to lick it all straight from Matt's ass but, well, he thought again. Really? Lick that cum out of his ass. I gotta have some principles, right? Felching is just too much.
That was an admirable thing, seeing his cum mixed with Chad's coming out of Matt's delicious ass hole. Chad was standing beside him, his soft-swollen cock right at his reach. What better to do than just grab it? When would he have the chance to do that ever again? He hoped it would happen again, but this was no time to schedule it.
The jock, the alleged straight jock responded to his action by kissing him. Oh yeah, good boy.
Chad couldn't see the reality of himself at that point. He saw himself as a straight dude, really, who was just having fun with those faggots, making the best out of his high school popularity. Little did he know that he was indeed as gay as those two hot dudes.
"Man, I'm so thirsty." Stated Matt.
"I am too." Replied Chad.
"How about coke? I'm gonna go down and get it for us."
"That'd be great."
"Oh, Josh, is it ok if I wash up?"
"Sure, Chad, go ahead. There's some clean towels there."
Josh put his briefs on and went downstairs to the kitchen. As he left the room he saw the boys in there and smiled at his luck.
Chad quickly got in the shower, he really washed only his cock. That was all that mattered at that time. As he walked off the shower, Matt asked him:
"How did you like Josh?"
"You're totally worth to hang out with me and the guys in school. You promised me a hot faggot ass and you really kept your word. He is a great fuck!"
Josh heard the last sentence and didn't really get the meaning. All he knew was that he was a great fuck. Well, Chad Campbell, the boy all the girls drooled over saying he, Josh Davenport, was a great fuck? All right... Feels good!
The trio drank the coke and Matt got down on the bed again. Josh came on top of him, whose cock was still hard, given he was the only one who didn't shoot a load before. Josh pecked him on the lips.
"How are you liking it, Josh?"
"So far, so good."
"Would you help me cum?"
"Hmmm... How do you want it?"
"The way you choose it." Then he whispered to Josh: "Though it'd be nice if you'd let me fuck your hot ass..."
Josh frenched him before answering.
"Then you'll have it. Hand me that lube."
Josh applied some on Matt's cock and on himself, and lowered his body on Matt's. The kissing went on, in a very passionate way and his ass crack met the 8" cock. Matt held it up and Josh met him halfway, placing the helmet head on to his rosebud. That damned lube was a great stuff no doubt. The thick meat entered him so easily. Really sliding in like it was the most natural thing ever.
Matt kept the thrusting not deep. Only halfway in and out. Chad stood behind them, in the spot he was when fucked both boys. His finger played with Josh's filled hole. He felt like the guys who hold the cameras in porn industry must feel when they're shooting those hot scenes... Damn! It's fucking good!
Chad started stroking his cock while he watched Matt treat that sweet delicious faggot ass. He could fuck Josh everyday. His mind actually planned he could fuck him in the school locker, in those private stalls destined to handicapped people. Why do we have it on school anyway? Our school doesn't have any disabled people.
Matt increased pace and the shaft disappeared a little more inside the boy hole at every new push now. Matt seemed to be approaching his moment. Those fags weren't simply having sex, those bitches seemed to be making love. So much desire shown in their kiss... Chad could cum soon.
"Oh, Josh... Oh, ooh, I'm cumming!"
Matt stopped, with his cock inside that fag a little more. When it got out, Chad came closer with his sword ready to the battle. Josh was receptive and let him in. He could get in easily. Matt left that pussy boy hole stretched. The jock didn't last very long, for he was jerking off while watched the friends go at it.
All the while Chad pounded Josh's ass, Matt was kissing him, and Josh kept on top of him... Josh felt it so amazing. Having Chad in his ass was not bad at all, in spite of Chad being Chad Campbell. Being with Matt while that happened made him safe to go along it.
Chad shot the load. The second shoot was never as big as the first, so, well, he didn't flood Josh's ass. Or did he?
Josh fell to the side, and Matt continued kissing him while reached for the ass, maybe to feel if it was similar to his as both boys fucked him. Chad pointed out the dripping cum. It was less than in Matt's, but that was quite a view to a horny-avid-for-sex eye. Matt did the unthinkable: went down licking it... Shit! Matt was fucking crazy! Josh thought it was great after all he had the courtesy of washing his, say, inside, before going through with it. Although very unusual, Matt doing that was a freaking huge turn on. Josh was semi hard while his ass was pounded. Now he was rock hard. On his back, legs spread, a tongue licking his creamed ass hole. He just started jerking off while Matt helped himself with the... juice. Boy juice. Do you need a straw, kid? Really. Crazy Matt. By the time Josh eventually shot his load, probably Matt had drained all traces of sperm he could find. His tongue literally, I mean literally, entered Josh's ass, and that did the trick of bringing the cum shot. It was really a lesser amount, and it landed on Matt's hair mostly. Chad was already dressed! Talk about a cum-and-get-away stuff.
Matt cleaned his hair, dressed and soon enough the kids left in Chad's black Mustang. Josh's dream car.
Josh went back to his bed and laid there for a while. He felt his ass and wondered if life could get any better than that? He was not willing to admit it to anyone, but being fucked by Chad was among the greatest experiences of his life.
Shawn was coming back from the pet shelter by the time Chad and Matt left Davenport household. He took the bus and like the day before, he noticed some eyes on him. Again? Can't be coincidence.
The guy worked in a grocery chain store, presumably, by the clothes he was wearing. And he did not take his eyes off Shawn.
He is kinda cute, Shawn thought to himself.
More interesting was the fact that the guy was looking at him. That had to be the pheromones. Those things never lie. Probably the fact that Shawn had intercourse with Josh few days back got the system going and his body was emanating those 'sex alerts' through his pores, telling gay men surrounding him that he was willing and able. Or that was just some crazy science that didn't prove right in the real life. Shawn was thinking theories of why the guy was looking at him, blaming it to pheromones, when it was rather simple see the reality: Shawn was a very good looking guy. Very good looking body. Pheromones might be playing a part in it, but definitely a smaller one.
All he knew was that this guy was totally checking him out. For the second day in a row. Shawn could wait till tomorrow to make it three, or just show the guy he noticed the interest. A smile. Yup, that'll do it.
And he his smile was noticed and it was responded with a shy smile. A shy smile behind glasses. What followed was an involuntary man action, the adjusting of Shawn's bulge inside his pants, that was duly perceived by the shy boy. Now he's getting adjectives. Shawn first noticed he was looking. Then he established he was 'kinda' cute, now he added he was shy. Shawn, it's official: you are somehow interested in this guy. You think of pheromones, but it's basic attraction. You attracted the guy as much as he attracted you by the mere fact of you noticing he was interested.
Shawn was back at the game. Or was joining the game after all. A normal life, finally. After years of a great life, great if you leave aside the occasional acceptance problems, misunderstanding, judgment. With all that left out, was a great life. He hoped this new life would last.
A seat emptied next to the guy who was looking at him. Shawn wasted no time and got closer to the guy...
The night had settled in, and in the darkness of that low reputation bar Darlene Mayer talked to Miles. They were being watched from a distance by the PI hired by the Gazette. Lopez was in the car outside. What made Mark White-Robertson's job a little harder. He had to spy on the two inside, without being noticed by Lopez outside. Great! That's just great.
"Ambulance?"
"Yes. A fake ambulance. Whatever. Might be a real ambulance for all I care."
"Do you think it's gonna work?"
Darlene Mayer's incredulity was acceptable. What Miles was suggesting really seemed ludicrous.
Miles insisted that it was going to work. It just had to.
"The pills have already been delivered, Darlene. Probably around this time, tomorrow, our guy will have taken it, and we will be waiting at the hospital..."
"And how are you going to take him out of the hospital?"
"You leave that to me, ok? You just have the ambulance outside waiting."
Darlene stood up and left the bar, disappearing in the night of Georgetown County. Her car was parked as farther as possible from the bar. She took her disposable phone and started making calls to set everything right.
Richard was informed about the developments quickly. The PI didn't know everything but he could read lips.
"Rick, they were talking something about an ambulance."
"Ambulance?"
"Yes... For tomorrow night. It's gonna happen, man."
"All right, keep with them."
Josh initially fought the idea of calling his brother to see how things were going on at Aaron grandma's house. Well, his brother was a brat. But then again, one day Jordan would be the only family Josh would have left, so better
just forget the idiotic behavior of the kid. It would eventually wear off, he was about to turn 15, it was time to change things between them. It's worth to give a try. The older one was supposed to take the initiative and go for the
high road.
"Josh? Wassup?"
"Nothing, really, just called to see how's it going."
"Man, it's so good here... Small town rocks!"
"Great. What did you do?"
"We rode bikes in the woods, we swam in a lake... Great stuff! Thank you for letting me come."
Josh felt the 'you owe me one' moment, but no, if he was willing to take the high road, he couldn't act like that. That should go on to the 'never mind account', you know? The things you do without an ulterior motive.
"Never mention it, man. Just have fun out there. But be responsible. You need to get back home in one piece, or mom will kill me."
"All right, dude. Tomorrow afternoon Aaron's mom will drive us back."
"See ya tomorrow then. Take care."
"You too. Bye."
That wasn't so bad. Maybe Jordan was growing out of his childish behavior. One could only hope.
Later on Matt called when Josh was already in bed.
"What you doing tomorrow morning?"
"I guess nothing. Why?"
"Chad invited me to go to the beach tomorrow, we're gonna meet his friends, you know, the gang!"
Matt said 'the gang' like it was something 'wow, super', which Josh did not agree with.
"It's good, I guess."
"Of course it is! I'm inviting you to go with us..."
"Why?"
"Because! You're my friend too, and Chad really liked you, didn't you see that?"
"Kinda."
"So... Tomorrow eight-thirty. You go to my house, ok?"
"Ok."
Though he was not feeling like hanging out with the jocks, well, it really seemed important to Matt. You know, those guys were really normal people. Better leave the prejudice against the stereotype out of it, at least this once.
Josh parked his VW Gold behind his dream car, that unfortunately belonged to someone else. That black Mustang was Chad's, who was on the driver seat, waiting for Matt to come down. Their eyes met briefly when the jock
checked his rear view mirror.
"Hey, faggot, what you doing here?"
Faggot? No man, I don't like being called that. If that's a fantasy of yours, in the privacy of a bedroom, then ok, but now, in public, broad day light? No, thank you.
"Well, aren't you going to the beach?"
"Yes, we are. Not you."
All right, that made it two slaps across Josh's face, for nothing. Clearly there was a misunderstanding here, Josh was not invited and he was not going to let Chad on to this.
"Who ever told you I'm here to going with you? I came here to give back Matt's sunglasses he lent me. Just that."
"Better, then." Chad grabbed the wheel and looked forward. "You know, nothing wrong with you man, but I wouldn't wanna be seen with you..."
"Why is that?"
"Well... You're a faggot, just a queer, girly boy."
Josh felt like being stabbed. Chad continued as if that wasn't already enough.
"It's ok fucking you, don't get it wrong... You have a great faggot ass hole. But taking you with me and the guys from the team. That is just way out."
"Oh is it now?"
"Like you didn't know that."
"Didn't know what?"
"That you're a big cock sucker, sissy."
"You had no problem with that yesterday..."
"That was good, told ya, Matt promised you'd be a great ass to fuck..."
"He did what, now?"
"Didn't he tell you?"
Josh felt like every part of his body, soul, and self-respect had been either punched or stabbed, maybe both. The worst, the knife planted to his heart was about to come.
"Didn't he tell me what?"
"Man! He's really something. He wanted to be a member of our 'gang', and I told him he had to prove his value."
"And?"
"And he had to get me a hot cute faggot I could fuck. That was his task."
Josh stared at him blankly, feeling the knife cutting his heart. Chad mercilessly finished him off.
"He got me you, told me I could fuck you just as much as I wanted, because you were cool with being my bitch..."
Josh felt dizzy. Something was wrong within him. His breath shortened and the air seemed heavy and hard to be inhaled.
At this time, Matt walked outside of the house...
"Hi, Josh."
"Hello, Matthew."
Josh hardly ever said Matthew.
"I was just telling your 'buddy' here, that I solely came here this morning to return your sunglasses you lent me..."
Matt was not understanding it. That was Josh's. He never lent him sunglasses. What the hell was Josh talking about? When Josh took the sunglasses out and handed it to Matt, he finally noticed something was wrong.
"Are you ok?"
"Yes, of course, man. Never been better... Well, now, you guys should go... Thank you for the sunglasses, Matthew."
Matt noticed how cold were his words, and his eyes were ice cold too.
"Josh?"
"Just go, man... I have to go back home, gotta job to do."
"Ok then. Talk to you later man..."
Chad pulled away, taking Matt with him. They couldn't have gone at a better time. Josh almost could not hold himself together any longer.
The Mustang was not seen anymore and Josh let it out. The tears began rolling down his cheeks. He put both hands on the hood of his car and let his weight on his arms, looking down.
How could Matt have done that? He knew Chad was a son of a bitch way before, but Matt? It was like his innocence was ripped out of him. He could not expect it from Matt. Those words from Chad hurt bad too. He felt
betrayed, humiliated, the scum of the society... And he never felt bad for liking boys before.
As if things weren't bad enough, he heard a familiar voice.
"Josh Davenport?"
The voice came from far back of the car. Josh was still supported on the hood of his VW.
"Is that you Josh?"
When Josh mustered the courage to lift his eyes he recognized that figure coming closer to him. He didn't have time to get rid of the tears rolling down his cheeks.
"Josh. What happened?"
At least Ayrton didn't ask that stupidity that is common when you see someone crying: "is there anything wrong?" A person usually cries when there's something wrong. Josh did not answer to him.
"Can I do anything to help you, Josh? Uh, do you remember me? Ayrton, from the mechanic shop..."
"I know who you are..." Josh was trying hard to recompose, but to no success.
End of chapter 8
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