The Bully Wins

THE BULLY WINS: CHAPTER 10 by Micah Allen

"Wanna spend the night, Joshy Boi?"

The question seemed to linger in the cool evening air, as if it had been caught in a circulating breeze. Hunter puffed smoke from his lips as he stared out at the sky. Josh didn't know how to answer. He wanted to scream "yes" but he couldn't get the word out right away. He hated going home, he'd never go back there again if he could get away with it. The only person he cared about in that house was his younger brother, Max. But right now that didn't even matter. He only cared about spending time with Hunter.

"It's okay if you don't want to," Hunter said casually, filling the silence. "I mean, it's fine if you wanna go home or whatever."

"N-no, I mean, uh, yeah, I'd like to. Spend the night, I mean," Josh stammered. He was kicking himself internally for sounding like such a moron.

"Cool," Hunter said simply. He threw his cigarette into a puddle near the edge of the patio. "Let's go watch a movie."

Josh was glad to get back into the relatively warm house. He was shivering, and Hunter laughed to himself as he led the younger boy inside. "Go get the dryer started and then we can pick out a movie," Hunter said, shutting the sliding door behind him. Josh nodded and headed off down the hall. He could still hear Hunter laughing at his predicament when he reached the garage.

Since it had gotten dark outside, the small windows on the large garage door looked slightly unnerving. Josh wondered if someone walking or driving by would be able to see him in his underwear. Deciding not to risk it, he left the overhead light off, opting to use the little bit of light flooding in from the hallway as his guide. It was hard to see, but he managed to change the laundry over into the dryer and start it before racing back inside, the cement floor chilling the soles of his feet as he ran.

Just as he reentered the house, he had a sinking suspicion that someone was watching him. When he looked back, there didn't seem to be anyone there – the garage was totally empty. Weird.

When Josh returned to the living room, he was surprised to find that Hunter wasn't there. He considered waiting for him, but figured he must be in his bedroom. He walked down the hallway in search of him. Just as he was about to enter his bedroom, Hunter suddenly emerged, startling the boy. "Fuck, dude. Why so jumpy?"

"J-just...I don't know. Your house is creepy at night," Josh said.

"What? You scared, Joshy?" Hunter said with a sly grin. He pressed himself against Josh's body, slowly pushing him against the wall of the hallway.

"N-no," Josh said, clearly lying.

"Damn. You're so nervous. I can feel you shaking," Hunter whispered in the boy's ear.

"I'm just cold," Josh replied. "It was freezing outside, and the garage-"

"Are you scared of me, Josh?" Hunter asked. His lips had formed an innocent sort of smile, and Josh couldn't help but feel intimidated by it.

"Maybe a little," Josh said. "I mean, I'm new to all of this...sex stuff..."

Hunter frowned and backed off a little. "I was just messing with you, dude. You don't have to get all serious. All houses can be creepy at night, but if it really freaks you out, just stay with me and I'll protect you."

The last part sounded vaguely patronizing, and it made Josh regret speaking up at all. "I'm fine," he said simply.

"Okay dude. Anyway, figured you'd want to take a shower to warm up."

"I'm fine-" Josh started to say again, but the look on Hunter's face made him think otherwise. The older boy's eyebrows were raised in a suggestive manner. Why would he want him to take a shower? Then it dawned on him...the `sex stuff.' He must have wanted Josh to be...ready. "Yeah, I should take one," Josh said.

"Smart guy. Towels are already in there, dude. Come out when you're ready," Hunter said, heading back into his room. Jos could see that Hunter had pulled an old television from his closet and was starting to set it up in the far corner of his room. The thought of potentially sleeping with Hunter ran through the boy's mind and he quickly pushed it aside.

"Hey, throw me your boxers," Hunter said, reappearing at the door. Josh was halfway down the hall already. He stopped and turned around before hesitantly pushing the starchy boxer shorts down his slender legs. He could practically feel Hunter's eyes burning into him as he balled them up and threw them over to him.

"You're gonna give them back when I'm done, right?" Josh asked nervously, covering his genitals with his hands.

"I've got you covered, man," Hunter said with his typical arrogant smirk.

`Fucking A,' Josh thought to himself. He entered the bathroom and shut the door behind himself. He considered locking it, but he didn't want to lock Hunter out in case he needed to come in for whatever reason.

He looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was a mess, and he looked generally disheveled. The stress of the day's events, mixed with his lack of sleep from the night before were starting to make their presence known on his body. A shower was definitely what the doctor had ordered.

It took some work to get the water in the shower tolerable to Josh's skin. First it was way, way too hot, and the room steamed up immediately. Then it was too cold, and Josh already had enough of that waltzing around in his underwear. After several adjustments, Josh finally got it right and climbed in. The water felt damn good on his body, but the pressure was a little high, stinging his skin slightly. He grabbed the bar of soap that was sitting on the shelf and rubbed some off on his hands, then began lathering himself up.

Josh cleaned himself carefully, making sure to give every body part attention. When he was almost finished, he realized that his ass probably needed some care, `just in case.' He wasn't sure if Hunter would go there or not, but the older boy was unpredictable, so he made sure to clean his hole as best as he could. It was still a little tender from the events of the previous night, but much of the discomfort had gone away throughout the day.

As Josh gently rubbed his soapy fingers against his hole, he thought about what he would do if Hunter really wanted to fuck him again. He didn't totally like the idea of being treated like a girl, but he found himself craving the attention Hunter had been giving him lately. Sure, the older boy was probably just using him, but Josh didn't mind. It felt good being wanted. He knew he would do whatever Hunter asked of him. It was the best he'd felt in a long time.

When he was satisfied that he was clean enough, Josh shut off the water and hopped out of the shower. He wrapped himself in a clean towel that was folded neatly on a rack above the toilet. At that point he realized that his dick had stiffened substantially, so he waited a few moments for it to go down before nervously heading back to Hunter's room.

"Took you long enough," Hunter said. He was laying on his bed with his arms behind his head, exposing the hair under his arms. He'd taken his shirt and shorts off, so he was just in a pair of white boxer briefs that hugged his body tightly. Josh selfishly thought that the dark bruise beneath his eye made him look even more charming somehow.

"Uh, hi," Josh said awkwardly, holding the towel tightly around his waist. He looked around the room and saw that the television had been set up while he was in the shower. It was an old Sony TV that looked pretty old and very heavy. There was a DVD menu on the screen.

"Usually when I invite a girl over to watch a movie we just end up fucking," Hunter said. "Not really in the mood right now, though."

"That's fine," Josh said as coolly as possible. "I'm kinda tired."

"Yeah, me too. I figured you didn't sleep much last night either," Hunter said, looking up at his ceiling.

"Um, hey Hunter? Can I have my boxers back?" Josh asked innocently.

Hunter smiled softly. "Just grab some of mine. Top drawer."

Josh walked over to Hunter's dresser and opened the drawer as instructed. Socks and underwear lined the drawer in a disorganized fashion. There was also a large open box of condoms at the front, though most of the contents were missing. Josh gulped before picking up a pair of black boxer briefs, similar to the ones Hunter usually wore. He held them up and looked at them. "There's some old ones in the back, I never get rid of my shit like I should," Hunter said. Josh put the underwear back and searched around for an older pair. He found some white ones that looked a little off color, and sure enough they were size small.

The boy left his towel on as he stepped into the briefs. He pulled them up his slender legs and waited until they were on completely before removing the towel. "Much better, dude," Hunter said. They were a little tight, but they'd been stretched out enough that they fit snugly and comfortably on his growing adolescent body.

Josh turned to Hunter shyly. "So what now?" he asked.

"I'm pretty fucking tired. Let's just watch a movie and go to sleep," Hunter said. "There's a sleeping bag under my bed." Josh felt a tinge of disappointment, but it went away pretty quickly. Part of him was hoping that maybe Hunter would invite him into his bed. The other part already figured that wasn't going to happen, and was just happy to be spending the night with his new "friend."

As Josh reached under the bed for the sleeping bag, Hunter hopped up to put in a movie. He grabbed one off of his shelf and squatted down to put it into the DVD player. Josh side-eyed the older boy's ass from a distance. When Hunter stood again, Josh turned back to the bed. There was a lot of junk stored under the bed, but eventually Josh pulled out the sleeping bag. As he pulled it out, something was dragged alongside it: a handgun.

"Dude, be careful," Hunter said, noticing the gun next to Josh's feet. He quickly leaned over the boy and picked it up. "Sorry, shoulda grabbed the sleeping bag myself." He climbed back onto his bed and reached behind it, placing the handgun on the floor behind it.

"Why do you have a gun?" Josh asked casually, unrolling the sleeping bag onto the floor.

"It's for protection," Hunter said, laying back down onto the bed. "Gotta keep my Joshy safe."

Josh laughed at the joke. He decided not to push the issue any further. If Hunter wanted to talk about the gun, he'd talk about it. That's just how he was.

After Josh had the sleeping bag sprawled out, Hunter threw down one of the pillows from his bed. Josh caught it and placed it at the open end. Once his bedding was in place, he climbed into the sleeping bag and zipped it up. He placed his head down onto Hunter's pillow – it was soft and smelled just like him. Hunter started the movie; it was Fast and the Furious, one of the earlier ones. Josh had seen it before at Brian's house. "I've seen this one a thousand times. So many hot chicks, dude," Hunter said. He got up one more time to go shut the bedroom light off before getting back into bed.

Hunter was right, there were a lot of scantily clad women in the movie and all of them were hot. There were also some hot guys as well. Josh couldn't help but rub his stiffy as the movie went on. After a while he sensed Hunter doing the same thing up on his bed. Eventually, though, sleep crept in and Josh passed out.

The sound of the sliding door to the patio caused Josh to stir. He rubbed his eyes and tried to look around. The television had been turned off and it was clearly very late. He heard the familiar sound of a lighter coming from outside. Hunter had stepped out for a cigarette.

Josh tossed and turned, trying to get back to sleep but it was too challenging. Eventually Hunter came back inside and climbed back into his bed. Josh could smell the cigarette smoke coming back inside with him. "You awake, kid?" Hunter asked quietly.

"Yeah," Josh said softly. "What time is it?"

"It's almost two o'clock. I can't fuckin' sleep," Hunter said.

"Me either," Josh said. For a while they were both silent. Feeling brave, Josh eventually asked a question that had been plaguing him all along. "Why do you like...doing stuff with me?"

Hunter was quiet for a minute. "I don't know. Why?"

"Just a question," Josh said. He felt defeated, like Hunter wasn't going to answer, but the older boy finally spoke up.

"I guess because you like it, and I can tell you like it," he explained. "Sometimes girls act like they want you but all they want is attention. I could tell you actually wanted me, which makes it kinda fun I guess."

"How'd you know I wanted you?" Josh asked. "I didn't even know..."

"So you admit it, finally, huh?" Hunter laughed.

"I just mean...I don't hate it, I guess," the boy replied.

"I'm pretty good at reading people," Hunter said. "Plus you get a boner every time you're around me. And as much as I tease, you could poke an eye out with that thing, so it's pretty fucking obvious."

"Oh," Josh sighed. He couldn't honestly deny it as he was hard at that very moment.

"Any other deep questions, kid? Now's your chance."

"The deal with Brian..."

"Next question," Hunter said sharply.

"Why?" Josh asked.

"Because you'll find out soon enough and I don't want to talk about it. What else you got?"

Disappointed, Josh thought for a moment. "What about your friends?"

"What about them?"

"Why do you want them messing around with me, too? Isn't that sorta..."

"Gay?" Hunter said, sitting upright. "Look, they're my brothers. I'd die for either of those knuckleheads. Vince is a horny little shit, if you haven't noticed, and he's also a fucking virgin."

"He is?" Josh asked, surprised. "No way."

"Yeah, you lost your cherry before he did, and I'm sure it hurts him pretty fucking badly even if he won't admit it. If you didn't notice, he's pretty bad at talking to girls," Hunter said.

"I noticed," Josh said. He thought back to the party when Vince was striking out with Sarah's friend Jasmine.

"I try to help him, but he can't control himself. Honestly I didn't expect him to be so open to messing around with a dude, but I'm happy to share my toys if it gets him off," Hunter said.

"He's a little mean sometimes," Josh said.

Hunter laughed and jumped off the bed. He crawled down to where Josh was and straddled him on top of his sleeping bag. "I'm a little mean sometimes too, Joshy," he said in an evil voice. Josh could feel his entire weight crushing his body, and it made it difficult to breathe. He felt trapped.

"Hunter, s-stop," Josh breathed.

Hunter relented a little, laughing wickedly. "What else you got, kid? Ask away."

Josh thought for a moment. "What about Mark?"

"What about him?"

"You wanted me to...do stuff with him...but I don't think he likes it that much," Josh said.

Hunter considered the statement. "Mark's been my best bud since we were kids. We grew up together. We get each other. He's hung up on Teri because he thinks she's better than him," Hunter explained. He hopped off the ground and onto his feet, placing one foot lightly on top of Josh's stomach. Josh could see him folding his arms, looking around the moonlit room. "Mark's a tough guy. He doesn't like to admit when I'm right, but I'm right on this one. Having someone you can fuck around with whenever you want is pretty fucking cool."

"And I'm really the one you want to fuck around with?"

Hunter brought his foot down to Josh's crotch and applied pressure, causing the boy to sigh. "This faggy shit appeals to you, right? So why are you questioning it so much? Just let it happen, dude."

"It's just so...confusing," Josh said. "I like girls, and..."

"...and boys, right?" Hunter asked, knowing the answer. He rubbed his foot in a circular motion against Josh's crotch. The boy's boner was unmistakable, even through the thick sleeping bag.

"I guess," Josh said quietly.

"No, not boys. You like men, Joshy," Hunter clarified, increasing the pressure in his foot. "You like men like me, Mark, and Vince. Admit it."

"I don't-"

"Admit it, Josh," the older boy ordered. He stopped circulating his foot and just held it against Josh's crotch.

"F-fine, I like men," Josh relented. "I like doing this stuff with you guys. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it."

"That's right, Joshy," Hunter said. He crouched back down onto the floor and started unzipping Josh's sleeping bag. Once it was unzipped, he flung it open, revealing the younger boy beneath. He gently rubbed the boy's chest, tracing his fingers from nipple to nipple. "I made you into a man last night, but you still act like a boy. Wanna touch a real man's body? Feel." He grabbed Josh's hand and brought it up to his own stomach. Josh swallowed hard as he felt up Hunter's hot, hard body.

"Hunter..." Josh whispered.

"Yeah, that's right boy, you like sayin' my name," Hunter said lowly. "Touch me. You know you want to."

Josh brought his hand down slowly to the fabric of Hunter's boxer briefs. He stopped for a moment, running his finger along the edge. He could feel Hunter's body respond, the feeling of Josh's fingertips clearly exciting the older boy. He ran his fingers down the front of Hunter's boxers, running them along the outline of his rigid penis.

"I knew this would happen. I knew it from the moment I met you," Hunter whispered. "Grab it. Grab it hard."

Josh did as he was told, wrapping his fingers around the cloth-covered erection. He gripped it as hard as he could; it felt massive in his hand. He wanted to yank the older boy's underwear down as urgently as he could, but he was also enjoying the moment. Hunter was clearly doing the same.

"How's your ass doin', by the way?" Hunter asked out of nowhere. Josh could feel his face turn red. He was glad that Hunter couldn't see it in the dark.

"It's...better, I think," Josh responded uncomfortably.

"Did you check it in the shower?"

"Y-yes," Josh answered.

"Cool," Hunter said. "I probably coulda gone a little easier on you last night but I was impatient."

"It's okay," Josh said. "I can handle it."

"Can you, Josh? Damn, you might wanna be careful, saying shit like that," Hunter said with a laugh. "I'd fuck you right now but I'm pretty fucking tired." He rubbed himself through his boxers. "There is something else I wanna try, though," he said.

"What's that?" Josh asked innocently.

"You ever eat a pussy, Joshy Boi?" Hunter asked. Something in his voice gave the younger boy goosebumps.

"N-no," Josh said.

"That sucks. It's soooo hot, dude. Licking her clit and making her squirm. Fuck," Hunter said with a sigh. "Getting a chick to cum is probably the greatest feeling in the world."

"Sounds pretty hot," Josh said. He wasn't really sure where this was going.

"I wonder if..." Hunter said, trailing off. He backed off of Josh's body and grabbed him by his ankles. Josh lost his breath as he felt Hunter raise his legs up against his chest. "Hold them up for me, Joshy," Hunter ordered. Josh did as he was told, but he was scared. He felt vulnerable with his ass pointed upward. What was Hunter planning?

"Hunter," Josh heard himself whisper.

"Yeah, who owns you, Josh?" Hunter replied. He gripped the boy by his hips and sank his fingers into the waistband of his underwear. With one swoop, he had them off of the boy's butt and up his thighs, right next to where Josh was holding his legs. Josh shook as the older boy leaned and gently licked along his ass cheek. He could feel his hot breath against his hole.

"Hunter, please don't," Josh pleaded softly.

"You want me to stop?" Hunter asked. He moved to Josh's other ass cheek and licked it gently.

"Y-yes," Josh whimpered.

"Okay," Hunter replied. "I'll stop...when I'm done." He leaned in and stuck his tongue right against Josh's asshole, eliciting a deep moan from the younger boy's throat. Josh had never felt anything like it before in his short life, and couldn't help but tremble as Hunter started working his tongue all around the boy's hole. He was thankful that he'd been sensible enough to wash himself well in the shower.

"Hunter!" Josh moaned, gripping the soft material of the sleeping bag beneath him. Hunter reached up and covered the boy's mouth with his hand.

"Shut the fuck up. Ma's gonna be home any time," Hunter commanded. He couldn't help but smirk as the younger boy whimpered beneath him. He immediately shoved his tongue back into the boy's ass and began eating his hole deeply.

"I can't...please stop..." Josh begged. Despite his pleas, he did nothing to fight off the older boy's advances, and his erection became almost painfully hard as it rubbed against the underwear that had been pulled up to his thighs.

"You're still a little puffy. I bet I could fuck you if I wanted to, though," Hunter said lowly before continuing to lap at Josh's hole. "You like that, Joshy? You like it when I eat your boi pussy?"

"Y-yes!" Josh whined. He found himself to be a little disappointed as Hunter backed off of his ass. He watched through the moonlight as Hunter stood up and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs, lowering them slowly. He could hear the slapping sound of Hunter's dick smacking against his belly as it was freed from its cotton constraints.

Hunter knelt down in front of the boy and pressed his dick up against his hole. He then spit a big wad of saliva down onto his cock, rubbing it with his thumb until it was entirely slick. He rubbed some of the spit into the crack of Josh's ass.

Elsewhere in the house, a door slammed shut. Hunter's mom had come home. Josh was about to speak, but Hunter covered his mouth again. "Don't let her hear you, Joshy," Hunter said with a mischievous grin that practically sparkled in the darkness. "Don't get me in trouble, dude."

Josh breathed heavily into the palm of Hunter's warm hand as he felt the older boy's dick line up with his asshole. His eyes widened as Hunter began pushing in gently. The rebellious teen was smiling brightly as he teased the younger boy with his big dick.

"Damn. Not gonna lie, I probably would've fucked you if my mom hadn't come home," Hunter whispered into Josh's ear. "There's no way she wouldn't hear us, though. Let's just go to bed." He removed his hand from Josh's mouth and hopped up off of him before climbing into his bed. Josh was left with his hand-me-down boxers still at his thighs and a massive hard on resting on his belly.

"Hunter..." Josh said quietly.

"Yeah, dude?" Hunter replied.

"When you have girls over...do you make them sleep on the floor?"

Hunter snickered at the question. "No," he said. "I never let them sleep over."

Josh felt the familiar tingling of butterflies in his stomach again. The statement made him think that perhaps he meant more to the older boy than he realized. Were they truly becoming real friends? After a few minutes of silence, the two boys fell into a deep sleep.

When Josh awoke, he was surprised to feel the warmth of the sun enrobing his body through the sleeping bag. Normally he was up before the sun was at its fullest. He checked the time on his phone – it was already 9:00!

The boy jumped up onto his knees and saw Hunter still asleep on his bed. He was laying on his stomach, his firm ass sticking up in the air. Josh shook him gently. "Hunter, dude," he whispered. "Wake up. We slept through your alarm!"

Hunter stirred gently, stretching his arms out. "I didn't set it," he said, still sounding tired.

"We're gonna be late for school," Josh complained.

Hunter snickered. "We're not going," he said. "Go back to sleep."

Josh was confused, but didn't want to argue with an exhausted Hunter. Still pretty tired himself, he crawled back into his sleeping back and willed himself back to sleep for a while. Eventually the sound of Hunter stirring woke him up again. When he opened his eyes, Hunter was standing near his dresser, searching through his drawers.

"What time is it?" Josh asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Almost 11," the older boy replied. He was wearing a tight red muscle tee and gray athletic shorts. When he found what he was looking for, he tossed it to Josh. It was a small pair of black Nike gym shorts. "Time to get up and go, Morris," he said with a smile.

Josh sat upward and removed his legs from the sleeping bag. He felt Hunter's eyes on him as he slipped on the athletic shorts. They were pretty snug on his body. "Do you got a shirt?" Josh asked.

"You don't need one. The sun's out," Hunter said dismissively, reaching his hand down. Josh took it firmly and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. He wanted to complain about not having a shirt for their run, but he didn't want to whine any more than he already had.

Josh slipped on his sneakers and grabbed his phone. He was surprised to see that there was a text from his mom. "Have fun," it read. He realized he hadn't even bothered to let his parents know he wasn't coming home that night. When he checked his message log, however, he saw that there was a text sent from his phone reading "spending the night at a friend's house. Love you." He felt a lump in his throat as he came to the realization that Hunter had sent that text from his phone.

"What's up? You coming?" Hunter asked, standing at the doorway.

"N-nothing, yeah, let's go," Josh said, putting his phone on Hunter's dresser. He finished tying his shoes before following the older teen into the hallway.

The air felt chilly against Josh's skin as soon as he stepped out through the door. The sun was out, but the weather still hadn't warmed up enough for it to really get warm. "So what do we do, Runner Boy? We gotta do some gay ass stretches or something?" Hunter teased.

"You don't stretch before a workout?" Josh asked.

"Not really," Hunter said flatly.

Josh sighed. He started showing Hunter some basic stretches that he often used to do before a run. He tried explaining what a lot of stretches were for but Hunter wasn't really paying much attention, despite replicating the stretches correctly. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hamstrings are stretched and all that shit. Can we run now?" Hunter finally asked impatiently.

"F-fine," Josh said, just as Hunter took off down the sidewalk. Josh rolled his eyes in defeat and followed the older boy like a loyal puppy. Eventually he caught up to Hunter, and the pair moved to the edge of the street since there was more room and very little traffic.

The pair zig-zagged around the neighborhood, with Hunter leading the way most of the time. Josh wasn't totally familiar with this part of town, so he was comfortable letting the older boy show him around. Eventually the sweat and sun had warmed up his skin, so he didn't even worry about the fact that he was missing his shirt. They kept a steady pace, and Josh realized how much he missed running every day.

After a while, Hunter started slowing down. Josh noticed him huffing and puffing, and eventually he had to stop, bending over to catch his breath. "Don't say it," he said, breathing hard.

"Hunter..." Josh said.

"Josh. Don't."

"The smoking...you gotta-"

"Fuck! What did I just say?" Hunter yelled, kicking a rock at the younger boy's feet. Josh couldn't help but laugh.

"That you, Bailey?" a voice called from behind the pair. They both turned around to see a police car slowly rolling up next to them. Josh felt a little nervous.

"Fuck do you want, Rocky?" Hunter asked, recognizing the officer at the wheel. Josh could see that the cop was young, probably in his 20s, with colorful tattoos all over his tanned, muscular arms. He had sunglasses over his eyes and some light facial hair on his face. The word "studly" came to mind when Josh saw him, but he tried to dismiss the thought. It wasn't right for a boy to look at an adult like that.

"You little bitch, I should pull you in right now for skipping school," the officer said gruffly. Hunter just rolled his eyes. "Who's the kid?"

"His name's Josh. Josh Morris," Hunter said.

"He looks young," the officer said, removing his sunglasses. Josh noticed he had extremely intense eyes. They reminded him of somebody. "You out here corrupting the youth of today, Bailey?"

Hunter snickered. "That's irony if I ever heard it, Rocky," he replied.

"Ouch. That hurts. Hop in," he said.

Hunter looked at Josh and nodded to the car, instructing him to get in. The officer got out and opened the door, allowing the pair to crawl inside. Josh felt weird – he'd never been inside a cop car before.

"Are we in trouble?" Josh asked Hunter as quietly as he could.

"You are," Hunter whispered to the boy. He flicked one of Josh's nipples and laughed. Josh covered his sweaty chest with his hands as the car moved forward.

Josh listened to the officer speak into his radio periodically, but never did he mention anything about picking up a pair of class-skipping teens. Hunter kept lightly touching Josh's body, first the outside of his leg, near the hem of his shorts. He also kept pinching Josh's nipples. "You cold?" he whispered with a sly grin, acknowledging the fact that the boy's nipples had gotten hard. Josh kept shoving the teen's hands away, scared that the officer would look back and see them. The man had put his sunglasses back on, so Josh couldn't tell where he was looking through the rearview mirror.

Eventually the vehicle pulled up in front of Hunter's house. "Let's go," Hunter said to the boy.

"We're really not in trouble?" Josh asked the officer as he climbed out of the car.

"How cute," the officer said with a laugh. "No, I don't bust my brother's friends if I can help it. Take it easy, kids. And stay off the fuckin' streets."

"His brother?" Josh said, shutting the door behind himself.

"You're gonna tell me who keeps giving you those black eyes one of these days, Bailey," the officer shouted through the open window of the passenger door. Hunter threw his middle finger up as the car sped off, turning at the end of the street.

"That's Mark's older brother, Rocky," Hunter said, lighting up a cigarette. He sarcastically offered the smoke to Josh, who passed it up. "He's a douche."

"He coulda busted us and didn't, though," Josh said. Hunter just shrugged.

"He busts my balls enough to make up for it," Hunter said. "You wanna fuck him?" he asked, staring directly into Josh's eyes.

"N-no," Josh stammered.

"Relax, dude. You're so easy to rile up. That guy thinks he's Rocky Balboa, hence the nickname," Hunter explained. Josh had no idea who that was. "Enough of the fucking cardio. Let me finish my smoke and we can go lift some weights. You're looking a little scrawny."

Josh looked down at his body self-consciously. Hunter just laughed.

Once the older teen was done with his cigarette, he flicked it to the ground and the pair went inside. "Ma sleeps `til the afternoon, so keep your voice down," Hunter said. Josh remembered that she was a waitress who worked nights at a local hot spot. They went out to the garage and Josh felt a little intimidated by all of the workout equipment.

"Okay, I'm gonna start you out with really basic shit," Hunter said, leading the boy to the weight bench. "I'll start you off with lighter weights and you can work your way up to the heavier ones. Since you're a runner, you really don't need to get big like me. If you come over every day or so though, your body will thank you for it."

Hunter started the boy off with some light bench presses. Even though he wasn't in bad shape, Josh had a difficult time sustaining proper form and it caused him to struggle through the instruction. Hunter did his best to correct him and worked him through a series of basic arm workouts. Eventually Josh was starting to get the hang of it.

At some points, Hunter would swap places with Josh to let the boy rest. Josh was in awe as he watched Hunter lift. His muscles were usually kept under a leather jacket, and until recently, Josh wouldn't have ever guessed that Hunter was built like was. He was stacked without being overly muscular, and Josh couldn't help but get a boner watching him. It didn't help that Hunter had thrown his shirt to the ground at some point, revealing his broad, toned chest and stomach.

Late into the workout, when Josh was leaning back on the bench, he couldn't help but stare at Hunter's crotch. The older boy had been spotting him, and smirked when he realized what Josh was doing. "Kid, you're going to be a pain in the ass, aren't you? Never had a gym buddy check out my junk so much."

"I'm sorry!" Josh exclaimed, when he realized he'd been caught.

Hunter tugged at his dick through his shorts. "Oh well. You worked pretty hard today. I guess I'll give you a reward." He brought his crotch down to Josh's face and let his bulge rest against the boy's head. Josh held onto the bar above him and lifted himself upward so he could place his face between Hunter's meaty thighs. He normally wasn't so bold, but working up a sweat with the hunky rebel had worked him up.

"Dude, you're so boned right now," Hunter teased, pointing out the tent in Josh's shorts. "I knew you'd like this shit. Called it from day one." He stood back a bit and started pulling his shorts down his muscular legs. Josh could see a big wet patch in Hunter's underwear where he had been working up a sweat. Hunter's dick was starting to grow and he teased Josh by placing his erection right up against the boy's face. Josh inhaled deeply as he felt the older boy's hardness through his boxers.

"Such a little slut," Hunter teased. He then turned and walked away from the boy, leaving him hanging. When he returned, he had something in his hand. "Turn over," Hunter ordered, walking to the opposite side of the weight bench. Josh nervously did as he was told, flipping onto his front side. His sweaty skin felt sticky and slightly uncomfortable against the material of the bench.

Josh looked behind himself to see Hunter pulling his underwear down his legs, revealing his huge boner. The older boy then got up close behind josh and slapped his dick against the boy's butt. "Pull your shorts down for me, boy," Hunter ordered. "Slowly." Josh reached back and timidly started pulling the back of his shorts and underwear down, revealing his small, round ass to the older boy. He could feel Hunter's eyes drilling a hole in him as he exposed himself. Hunter leaned in and licked his cheeks briefly before yanking his shorts down, apparently growing tired of the teasing.

Josh could see that Hunter had a bottle in his hand; it was clearly the same lube he'd brought to his house just a few nights prior.

"Hunter," Josh said nervously. "What about your mom?"

"If you're quiet, she won't hear you," Hunter replied, rubbing some lube onto his fingers. Josh jumped as he felt Hunter's fingers suddenly probing the entrance to his ass. "Don't wake her up, Joshy." Josh covered his mouth with his forearm to keep from making any noise.

Even though Josh had mostly recovered from losing his virginity earlier in the week, his hole still felt tight around Hunter's finger. Even more so when a second finger was added, then a third. "I don't think I can do this, Hunter," Josh whined.

"But you're going to," Hunter clarified. After fingering the boy for a moment, he removed his fingers. Josh could feel the weight bench shake slightly as Hunter straddled the end of it, lining the head of his cock up against Josh's entrance. He could hear the slick sound of Hunter applying lube to penis before he started pushing it against the boy's tight hole. Josh groaned loudly, and Hunter gave his ass a hard slap. "Shut up, Joshy," Hunter grunted.

"It hurts," Josh complained.

"It's going to hurt a lot more if you don't keep quiet," Hunter commanded. He kept pushing, forcing Josh to groan into his forearm. Eventually he had his dick all the way inside the boy. "I'm all the way in. You ready, Joshy?" Hunter whispered. He didn't wait for a reply before he began bucking his hips, pulling his dick out and then immediately pushing it back in. He started with small motions but after a few seconds he was already fucking the boy hard. The weight bench shook with every thrust, and pretty soon the older teen had worked himself into a steady rhythm.

"Hunterrr," Josh whined, as he felt his ass being assaulted by his one-time bully. It didn't hurt nearly as much as it had before, but the feeling of being filled up by Hunter's big dick was intense and overwhelming. He couldn't help but moan sharply with every thrust of Hunter's hips. He could feel the older boy's sweaty nuts hitting against him as he began to pick up speed, slamming his cock deep inside him.

Hunter gripped the boy's hips roughly. He was now grunting with every stroke. "You're so fuckin' tight, kid," he said gruffly. "I'm still worked up from last night. I'm gonna fill you with cum."

"Fuck!" Josh choked. He could feel his hard dick pressed tightly against the weight bench, and the friction was bringing him to the verge of cumming, too.

Hunter gripped the boy by his sides near his ribcage and brought him upward so he was up on his knees. He aimed his dick upward as well, so he could press the boy's back against his own chest and stomach. He wrapped his arm around Josh's chest, and the boy gripped his bicep for support.

"Yeah, you like that, huh Joshy?" Hunter said, slowing the movement of his hips, grinding into the boy in a circular motion.

"Y-yeah," Josh gasped. His dick was rock hard and leaking pre-cum all over the surface of the weight bench.

"Show me you like it, Joshy," Hunter whispered in his ear. He had his chin planted firmly against Josh's shoulder, and he was looking down at the boy's boner with a strange inquisitiveness. "Cum for me."

Josh didn't need to be told twice as he urgently grabbed his hard, aching cock and stroked himself. Hunter began fucking him swiftly again, hitting the spot deep inside the boy that sent him into an almost immediate orgasm. Josh moaned loudly as he blew his load all the way across the weight bench, some of his cum landing on the floor clear on the other side.

As Josh blew his load, his asshole tightened against Hunter's big dick. The older boy moaned into Josh's shoulder as he came deep inside his asshole. Josh could feel the teen's dick spasm deep within him, and both of them seemed to fall instantly into a sweaty heap on the bench.

"Fuck," Hunter said after they had both caught their breath. "That was good." He pulled his dick from Josh's asshole, the process of which felt super uncomfortable to the younger boy. He felt empty when Hunter was out, and just sat quietly on his knees as he heard the older boy pull up his shorts and underwear, the waistband of his boxers snapping against his skin.

"Damn, you really fucked that thing up," Hunter said, pointing out the mess of sweat and cum that covered the weight bench. "Wipe it down and come inside. I'm gonna go take a shower." He grabbed his muscle tee from the floor and threw it into the wash before heading in.

After Hunter had reentered the house, Josh finally eased himself off of the bench, his skin sticking to its surface as he pulled away. He pulled up his shorts and grabbed a towel from the wall that had the washer and dryer. There was also a spray bottle of water sitting on a shelf, so Josh used that to clean up the mess they had made on the weight bench and surrounding floor. Once it was all cleaned up, he put the bottle back on the shelf and threw the towel into the hamper that sat next to the washer. It was then that he noticed a neat little pile of clothes sitting next to the dryer – they were HIS clothes. Someone had folded them up for him. Could it have been Hunter's mom? He wondered what she must have thought, seeing some random boy's clothes in her dryer.

When Josh went back inside, he saw a woman in a pink robe through the doorway to the kitchen, which was the last room at the end of the hallway. "That you Hunter?" the woman asked when Josh closed the door behind him. He nearly choked, afraid the woman would see his disheveled appearance and wonder what he had been doing with her son just moments earlier.

"Uh, hi," Josh said quietly as the woman emerged into the hallway. Her brown hair was frazzled and she was covered in wrinkles. Josh couldn't place her age beyond "old" but figured she might be younger than she looked.

"Well hi there," the woman said sweetly. She had some kind of accent, like the people on Jersey Shore. "You must be the friend Hunter had over last night."

"Y-yes, I'm Josh," the boy said innocently. He felt uncomfortable as the woman swiftly approached him and grabbed his cheeks gently.

"I'm Mrs. Bailey, you can call me Ma," the woman said. She was a very fast talker. "All of Hunter's friends call me that. The people at the diner, too. What's your last name, Josh? Do I know your parents?"

"Morris," the boy said.

"Morris! Helen Morris is your mom? Wait, no, no, no, her son died. Eileen Morris? That's it, right?" the woman said ecstatically. "And your dad is Willy or Bob something-or-other?"

Josh was overwhelmed by the lady's erratic behavior. "Y-yes, Eileen is my mom and Bill is my dad," Josh said.

"Okay! I know them! They come to the diner all the time, but never together..." the woman trailed off. "Nevermind! It's not important. How are you, hun? You hungry?" The woman grabbed Josh by his sweaty arm and practically yanked him into the kitchen. She started clumsily opening and closing cupboards, pulling out whatever ingredients she could see. "I'm making myself a sandwich. Tuna and mayo and mustard and, uh, tomato. I think. And lettuce. But, oh, I'm out of bread, so I'll use tortillas. Make a quesadilla instead. Pepperjack and cheddar. You want one? You think Hunter wants one? Growing boys, growing boys," the woman said. Josh thought about answering but couldn't get a word in.

Ma continued her desperate search through the kitchen as Josh waited. He could see bags under her eyes and bruises on her arms. "So how did you meet Hunter?" the woman asked, throwing several tortillas onto a long stretch of paper towels.

Josh took a breath, worn out by the woman's talk. "We have some classes together," he lied.

"Do you know Vince? Do you like him? He's a loud one, ain't he?" she laughed. "Such a good boy, though. And Mark. You'll love Mark. You're probably already friends with them, right? What am I saying? Sorry, I don't mean to ramble, but I work nights so I don't get to see Hunter anymore. They grow up too fast. He doesn't come home much on the weekends. Never did get along with his father. Bless his heart. Two peas in a pod, those boys. Never could get along."

"Uhhh, I like Mark, and Vince," Josh said.

"Good boys, those two. Mark's Italian. His whole family. You know his mother is a fantastic cook. I never had her cooking but it's all anyone talks about when they come to the diner. `You should hire Patsy! Patsy's a great cook!' Oh, please. Those Italians are making carbonara in the womb now. Have you heard that? I think there's something in the water over there. I'm not impressed," Ma continued breathlessly. "And that Vince. Poor thing. Such a troubled kid. Just wants to be like his friends. Such a sweetheart. Kid has a mouth on him, that's for damn sure, but a good kid. His parents are sweethearts. They love that kid. He's a good kid, like my Hunter."

"Y-yeah," Josh said. "They're all really cool. Uh, you must be really close with Hunter."

"Did he say that? Did Hunter say that? Well, bless his heart, I love my boy so much. I wish he'd come around more, I only see him here and there nowadays, always doing homework with his friends or lifting weights. He's my baby boy, my only son," she rattled on.

"Y-yeah, we've been hanging out a lot," Josh said. At this point he was just trying to stop the woman from running out of oxygen. "We went to a party Saturday, and, uh..."

"Oh no, no, no Josh, don't let his father hear that," the woman said, throwing something into the microwave. Josh couldn't focus on what she was doing anymore. "I mean he's not here. You're safe. Did I scare you? Don't worry, he's a good man. No, he doesn't want his boy out at parties or doing drugs. He's `old-school' as you kids say nowadays. They fight a lot, those two. Very similar personalities. They got into a fight just the other night. Sunday night. Did Hunter tell you that one? Real loud talkers, those two. Tom hadn't seen his boy in, what was it, three weeks? Neither of us had. But it's okay. I know my boy, he's out there having a good time. Well, you know, he gets into his fair share of trouble, he's a teenager, I say! But Tom is old-school, like I said. Are your parents like that Josh? Are they old-school?"

"Ma! You chewin' Joshy's ears off already? You just met the kid," Hunter said, emerging into the room. Josh was relieved to see him. His hair was glistening.

"Oh, Hunter, my baby," the woman said, running to her son and throwing her arms around him dramatically. "You're home so early. Did you stay home from school again? Are you still sick?" She threw her hand onto Hunter's forehead to check his temperature. She then turned to Josh, "My boy was sick yesterday, after his fight with his dad. Y'know, the crud's going around. It's flu season."

"Mhm," Josh said, eyeing the mark beneath Hunter's eye.

"Ma, leave the boy alone. Joshy needs to hit the showers after our work-out," Hunter said.

"Wait, wait, wait! I made you some quesadillas. Wait a minute," Ma said, frantically running over to the microwave. She pulled the paper towels out and handed one to each of the boys. The food smelled amazing. Josh suddenly realized how hungry he was as he hadn't eaten anything all day. "Dig in!" Ma said, throwing her hands together. Josh scarfed his down in a matter of bites.

"Okay, okay, you fed him, Ma. Mission accomplished," Hunter said. He turned to the young boy. "Left the water running for you," he said, nodding at the entrance to the hallway. Josh thanked the woman for the food before leaving the room. "Any time, hun! Nice to meet you!" she said gleefully. Having avoided any awkward conversations about being shirtless, wearing Hunter's shorts, or leaving his own clothes in the woman's dryer, Josh felt like he was walking away from the encounter mostly unscathed.

When Josh was done with his shower, he could hear male voices from somewhere in the house. They weren't too loud, but they sounded familiar. He dried himself off and threw on his clean clothes. He thought about leaving Hunter's old shorts and boxers on the floor, but decided to bring them out with him. When he exited the steamy bathroom, he could hear Vince's laugh carrying from Hunter's room.

"Where the fuck were you guys today?" Vince teased as Josh entered the room. He was seated on Hunter's bed, with Mark sitting next to him. Both of them had their backpacks on the floor near the bed. "I missed you, Morris. Your mouth, anyway." He laughed like it was the most hilarious thing anyone had ever said.

"Keep it down, dickhead, my head hurts," Hunter warned. Vince ceased laughing and threw his hands up apologetically. While he was distracted, Josh dropped Hunter's clothes onto the floor. He didn't want to be teased about wearing them.

"We brought your homework," Mark said, grabbing his bag from the floor. He reached into it and grabbed a few binders and papers, handing them off to Hunter.

"Thanks, dude," Hunter said, sifting through the paperwork.

"Vince has yours, Josh," Mark said. He kicked the shorter boy in the shin.

"Fuck, hold on, I have it," Vince said. He pulled some items from his bag and handed them to Josh.

"You really got my homework for me?" Josh asked in a surprised voice as he looked over the math and history assignments he had been handed.

"I mighta," Vince said smugly. "Even got your books from your locker. You owe me for it, though." Josh found himself nodding. He was shocked anyone would go out of their way for him like that. He didn't even think to question Vince on how he was able to get into his locker.

"So how was school?" Hunter asked in a bored tone. He picked the sleeping bag up from the floor and started rolling it up.

"Lame as fuck," Mark said. "Oh, a girl went missing. Olivia something. From Josh's class, I think."

Josh for a minute. "Olivia Turner?" he asked. He knew her. She was a heavyset girl who used to sit next to him in social studies back in 8th grade.

"Yeah, that's it," Mark said, sifting through his bag again. "Nobody saw her since Sunday."

"She probably just ran away," Hunter said. He sat down on the carpet, setting out his textbooks. "I mean, who doesn't want to get out of this place? I'd kill to get out of here, man."

"I don't know, dude. That girl from Brahms High went missing a few months ago and she wasn't found, either," Mark continued. Josh had seen that girl on the news. She was a cheerleader from the next town over. Her parents had been on television, crying and pleading for information. Nobody ever came forward.

"Well, that's super fucking depressing," Vince added. "Anyway, when are you faggots coming back to school? This week has been sooo boring."

"Tomorrow," Hunter said. "Joshy and I had a pretty good day, stop bringing us down. Are we doing this shit or what?"

Josh realized the other boys had their textbooks out as well. "We're doing homework?" he asked.

"Yeah, we do this shit all the time," Hunter said. "And you'd better pay attention to what you're doing because you told me the other day you were pretty close to flunking out."

Josh solemnly opened his textbook. He hated doing homework because he didn't understand a lot of it. It was too difficult to pay attention in school.

The group was quiet for a few minutes as they worked on their different assignments. Most of them didn't share many classes so it was rare that they had the same homework. "You guys are coming to my house Friday night, right?" Vince asked, looking up from his math book.

"Going to your house," Hunter repeated. He then looked up briefly, turning his attention to Josh. "Boys. Listen. Remember "Movie Night"?

Vince laughed. "Fuck, how can anyone forget that? When was the last time we had Movie Night?"

"Three years ago," Mark replied. "When we were dumb, horny kids."

"What's changed?" Vince asked, inciting a laugh from the others.

"Friday night," Hunter said. "Vince's house. We're having Movie Night again, my dudes."

"Really? Why?" Vince asked. He then noticed where Hunter was looking. He looked at Josh, too, and smirked. "Oh hell yeah. I get it. This is gonna be fucking awesome!"

"Same rules as before?" Mark asked with a deep sigh. It was as if he had wanted to argue, but stopped himself.

"Same rules," Hunter said. "No cumming `til Friday. This means you too, Joshy."

Josh swallowed hard. He had no idea what he was in for, but he knew Friday night would be like no other.

Okay, I could keep tweaking this chapter for eternity, I'm never satisfied. Hopefully it's okay! I wanted to up the weirdness a little.

SHOUT OUT to Zach with the Big D, who has been super supportive and inspiring and, ahem, encouraging. Also THANK YOU to all the readers who have written me. I know some of you are a little "WTF???" on this story. Thank you for riding it out. If I missed your email I apologize!

Next time: Three days of no cumming for a group of horny teenage boys leads to? (Jizz. The answer is jizz.)

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