THE DEADHEADS OF NO HOPE by Rio Mack
DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay and bi sexuality.
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FIRST WEEK OF SCHOOL (THURSDAY)
After she took attendance that morning, Anna Beam put her pencil back in her hair, behind her ear, lowered her reading glasses, and turned to Trey, smiling.
"Trey, why don't you start us off today? Othello's Act 3, Scene 3 soliloquoy is one of the most famous in the play. Tell us what you think it means."
Trey was ready.
"Hell yeah -- so, Ot'ello strong black man, right? But love mess him up, make him forget what a smart dude he be. He talk in this speech `bout how, if his girl cheatin', she out. She can jus' fly the fu- , fly the hell off, like a wild hawk. And I ain't know this, but I guess they be keepin hawks for pets or somethin back then. Anyway, his girl cheat? She out -- don't matter it be pullin' at his heart-strings, like these leather straps they use to train they birds, which I also ain't know about before. And Ot'ello, he know what's up, why his girl be cheatin'. Black, roughneck sailor-dude like O can't be spittin' no game like them slick white dudes at court be doin'."
His smile spread across his handsome face as he looked up from his book to Ms. Beam.
"I was feelin' my boy there! Ot'ello n' me, we ain't got what he be callin [he looks back down at his book] them soft parts of white folk conversation'."
Ms. Beam smiled, and Trey continued.
"Then 'Tello be thinkin, `Maybe I just too old for this young white girl. But whatever -- she be cheatin, damn it! That ain't right! You marry a girl, you t'ink they ain't gon' cheat, but they all be doin it. So, fu -, so the hell wit' it!'"
Remy was so happy for Trey. Damn, he thought, dude is nailing it!
Trey went on, clearly enjoying being able to shine like this.
"Then it be gettin wild. My boy start changin', talkin' all random and nasty now, jus' like Iago talk, right? Cause Iago be crude as hell, we already know from all that sick stuff he be talkin' earlier in a play. O be sick, too, now, so he be talkin' 'bout toads and dungeon-stink. Before, back in Act One, O be talkin' 'bout beautiful shit -- `scuse me, beautiful stuff, like -- hold up."
Trey kept a finger in the soliloquoy he was explicating and turned back to an earlier page in his book.
"I be markin it last night. Here it is -- O be talkin' hella fine in Act one, bout anters vast' and 'hills touchin' heaven' and 'a world o' kisses'. Sweet, right? So my boy can spit game! But now, Act Three, he low-down, sad, pitiful, crazy."
Trey was seriously into this, Remy thought. His bro looked like a damn scholar, flipping through his book like that, quoting stuff.
Trey turned his earnest, thoughtful gaze on the other students now.
"See, that's why they be callin' this play a damn tragedy' in my pinion -- cause we be seein' a strong, black man took down by a white devil. Speech end with Tello goin' on bout that 'forked plague' stuff. Our book say that mean his girl cucked him. So he know -- leastways, he think he know! Damn, almost too sad to read."
Remy whispered, 'Awesome!'
Trey, smiling broadly, looked up at his teacher.
"That's all I got. How I do?"
"Perfect, Trey! A-plus work! See, you can read Shakespeare!"
The other students cheered and applauded. Trey ate it up, and Ms. Beam made a show of entering extra credit points for Trey in her grade book.
Trey's smile grew even bigger and brighter, and he whispered to Remy that he owed him, big-time.
During the thirty-minute class discussion of the play afterwards, most students in the class voiced their anger at Desdemona for standing by Othello right until the end, even to the extreme point of sticking with him when she knew she was going to die.
Niece thought it seemed out of character for an otherwise smart, bold, interesting female protagonist. Lavender seconded Niece's comment, saying she thought it made Desdemona ridiculously unbelievable. Lana, one of the other black girls in class, agreed and said it ultimately ruined the play for her.
Remy, though, felt differently about the issue, so he raised his hand. He was a bit nervous, his thoughts a little rushed, but he proceeded to shyly give his take on Desdemona.
"I get what you're all saying about Des, and it's hard to argue with you, but if I can, maybe, very respectfully offer an anecdote? To show my take, maybe? On why I felt such sadness for Desdemona?"
He told them the play felt kind of personal for him as he read it, made him think about his parents.
"My dad was -- is, I guess -- a cop in Milwaukee. He's what they call a 'thumper' cop, right? Meaning he loved to beat the crap out of any dude who was even suspected of anything, never mind whether he was actually guilty. And almost always, the dude he beat up was black -- cause that's the way racist cops roll, they make a point of targeting black dudes. He and his cop-buddies used to call it 'hunting'. It sickened my mom and I."
He was getting excited now, passionate.
"You shoulda seen the photos of these dudes after he was through with them! Turn your damn stomach! He and his partner would pull black dudes over cause of a burnt-out tail-light or expired plate, or cause they fit a description, and nine times outta ten, my dad'd be able to escalate the situation to beat-down level. And the police union always got him off! Every damn time!
"I'll say one thing, though -- he was an equal opportunity bastard, 'cause he beat my mom a buncha times, too. Me too once. Really bad -- I had to be taken to the hospital -- `cause he couldn't stand it when he learned he had a faggot son."
He noticed Wren Damson's eyes looking at him -- wide and pained and riveted.
"Well, it only took that one time beating me to get my mom to finally wise up and leave him. She must have been in denial or something all those damn times he beat her, I guess."
Remy gave a weak, empty laugh. He realized he was taking up a lot of time and tried to press on quickly, to make the point he felt so strongly about.
"So back to OTHELLO, right? See, when I read the play, seeing Othello as this larger-than-life, big dude, super-strong -- at least that's how I picture him -- it really made me think of my mom and dad. Ava, my mom, loved my brutal thug father, amazingly enough. I felt like y'all did about Des -- leave the dude! But it was obvious to me, growing up, that she felt he was her lord and master, exactly how Des felt about Othello."
He turned earnestly, making eye contact with Lavender and Lana.
"It seems incredible to the girls in class, I know, but there it is. It'd be interesting if O and Des had a kid in the play, because if it wouldn't have been for that one time my dad beat me up -- her son -- I could totally see my mom denying all the bullshit and sticking by him forever, right up to the time he would have finally beaten her to death. None of that changes the fact that my mom's a pretty complex lady, though, otherwise. I think Des is, too -- I mean, she's super-smart -- `super-subtle,' Iago says -- and witty as hell.
"One more thing, if I could. There was this other couple in Milwaukee my parents hung out with, a man and a woman, who used to come over to party with my folks a lot. He was a cop buddy of my dad's, another white supremacist thug bastard, and his wife was this sweet, quiet, really pretty lady, but you could see all the life and joy and beauty had been washed out of her over the years. I think of her as a Desdemona that lived, who had to endure this life of sadness because the man she loved had turned into a brutal monster. One who didn't even care enough about her, though -- sexually, erotically, I mean -- to feel that crazy desire to kill her out of jealousy."
Remy smiled a little embarrassed, realizing he'd taken a huge turn with his response.
"Sorry for rambling, guys, but anyway, that's how I can totally see Des's motivation, and understand how it's not so unbelievable. It's such a damn tragedy to me that, like Trey said, it's almost too sad to read. I get why you judge her, I guess, and you're right -- people should have more agency -- but until we've really been there, right? walked in Desdemona's shoes? maybe we just don't know how we would have acted."
The room was silent for a few seconds. If Trey hadn't reached over and given his bro a hug and a quick, tender kiss, Remy would have seen Wren Damson's moist-eyed stare of utter longing.
Ms. Beam mouthed a silent thank-you to Remy, and went on to explain the limited options for women at the time, as either daughter or wife, echoing Remy's point about the socialization of helplessness for women throughout history then and, as Remy's story showed, right up to today.
Later that morning, on the way out of Math class together, Wren asked Remy if she could borrow his copy of OTHELLO during lunch -- she'd lent hers to Lavender, and she wanted to take some notes to get ready for the in-class writing they were having in class tomorrow. Of course, he said.
She took the book, smiled sweetly and hurried off, heading right for the girls' bathroom, where she locked herself in one of the stalls.
Quickly, she pulled down her skirt and thong and took her phone and silver dollar out of her tote bag.
She was kicking herself for waiting this long to cast a better binding spell on her beloved young god. Obviously her first one hadn't worked because they still weren't together. After hearing his beautifully touching, heartfelt speech in English class today, she could wait no longer. He was definitely the one, so he simply had to be hers forever.
She had one of his possessions now, his copy of OTHELLO, and it had to have at least some trace of his essence on it -- a little bit of sweat or skin oils or something left on it -- so this time, a binding spell should take. And she knew one that didn't require fire.
She opened her phone to her pictures of Remy in the record store, scrolling through the dazzling parade of boy-perfection sexiness, while she teased her clit with her silver dollar.
It was ridiculous how soon she started cumming from her home-made Remy-porn. She opened Remy's copy of OTHELLO to the Act 2, Scene 1 love scene, sopping up all her juices with the pages, while intoning the words of the spell.
"Cor, anima, corpus, mens -- omnia mea!"
She smiled with satisfaction, thinking, You're really mine now, darling!
Wren straightened her clothes and put her phone and fetish-coin back in her tote. She ran the pages of Remy's book under the hand dryer until they were not longer wet and sticky and headed downstairs to the cafeteria, enveloped in a cloud of ecstasy.
Meanwhile, Remy and Trey had decided after Math to test the third floor boys' bathroom policy (Trey was feeling super-horny and asked Remy for a blow job before lunch). They were both high on the new thrill of semi-public sex, which they'd relished in the boys' shower the day before.
Once through the door, Remy pushed Trey against the marble wall at the end of the porcelain urinal trough, and the two boys mashed lips hungrily.
"Ten minutes, Rem, all we got!"
Remy got to his knees, pulled down Trey's basketball shorts and designer undies, grabbed that thick, meaty length of black dick, and started licking all over, swirling his tongue around the head, up and down the shaft, and over his balls, stopping every once in a while to let a thick strand of spit trail from his lips onto the head, massaging it over the shaft, lubing it.
Trey groaned in delight.
When Remy had his bro's dick slicked up enough and jutting hard, he began bobbing his head on it, taking more and more in until he was deep-throating his friend in a matter of seconds.
"You so damn good at this shit, Rem!"
Remy stood up for a second, lowering his shorts so he could fist his own hardening cock, then knelt back down and resumed cock-sucking.
Two older, hip-looking black boys burst in on them -- seniors, they looked like. One of the boys immediately gave out with a 'Hell yeah!' when he saw what was happening, and both boys hustled over to watch the cock-sucking.
As if synchronized, each new arrival dropped his backpack, freed his dick from his pants, and began jacking to the hot scene.
Lots of steady comments from the two boys, about how hot Remy and Trey looked.
Then one of the older dudes grabbed the back of his bro's head, brought it to his lips, and the two began sensually kissing and stroking each other's cocks now instead of their own.
Remy reached round and began playing with Trey's hole while he blew him, pausing first to get his fingers coated with the thick mix of saliva and precum flooding his mouth, so he had some lube for the ass-play.
"That's so damn hot!" one of the seniors said, and immediately he and his friend were teasing each other's cracks while they kissed and jacked.
The seniors came first, but were in no hurry to leave. They watched Trey cum in Remy's mouth, then kneel down to kiss the white boy, tonguing away the excess cum dripping from Remy's mouth. The older boys groaned as Trey took over jacking his bro's huge white cock while he and Remy kept swapping Trey's load.
Remy came, and once their pants were pulled up and hands washed, all four boys fist-bumped, grinning happily, before they left the john.
Trey checked his phone, then remarked to his friend as they hurried down the stairwell to the cafeteria in the basement.
"We be in there eight minutes, Rem. And it was hot as fuck. `Specially when those two dudes joined. We can do this shit easy, Rem. Next time, I be suckin' you."
In the cafeteria, Wren Damson ran up to Remy as soon as she saw him.
"Here's your book, Remy! Lavender found hers, so she gave me mine back."
Remy smiled.
"Anytime, Wren."
Remy and Trey saw Willy waving to them from one of the long lunch tables. He'd saved them two seats next to him.
The three boys enjoyed an excellent lunch (mac and cheese and a small salad), with so much talking and laughing, they felt like old friends.
Remy and Willy kept up their easy, fast-friend banter during passing times between the next two classes they shared, especially on their excited walk down to PE.
Gym class that day was lower body training. Willy joined Trey and Remy in the weight room, so the three of them could lift together. That meant ogling each other's bare-chested muscle and feeling each other's pump after their reps, as all the boys, at every station, seemed to do. And since it was lower-body, that meant the three of them caressing hot-boy muscle-ass all class long.
Afterward, in the locker room, as naked boys headed to the showers, Remy walked close to Willy. He cupped his hand around his new friend's ass again, not just because he'd become addicted to the feel, but he was hoping they could shower together. They did.
Trey and Ty paired off with Lee and Mayo. Remy wanted to get to be tight buds with Willy as quickly as possible -- the boy was heart-flutteringly gorgeous, super cool, and sexy as hell.
The two of them wasted no time. Not even waiting for the water to get hot and steamy, they began soaping each other's hands all over their hard-muscled bro's young body, gliding sudsy fingers over each other's rapidly hardening cock and grooving slick digits in each other's ass-crack, then zeroing in on their bro's pucker.
This time Remy jacked both their big cocks as the boys kissed like crazy. Soon each boy was working his ass sinuously over his bro's middle finger, while Remy fisted their thick dicks.
Willy's fingers were longer and more agile than Remy's and soon he was pleasuring Remy's ass with three of his. Remy let go of their cocks and turned his back to his bro, in order to brace himself against the shower wall and ride his ass over those sexy digits.
When Willy saw how into it Remy was, he swapped out fingers for dick, shoviing it right in, hard and thick and awesome. Remy groaned with sheer satisfaction. Willy's cock was bursting-hard from Remy's jacking and ass-play, and desperate to fuck.
All the other dudes in the shower gathered round the boys' exquisite, dick-hardening fuck-scene, jacking themselves or another boy -- their cocks went off within seconds of each other, like a series of timed explosions.
Willy began jacking Remy as he fucked him. Remy raised up and leaned back onto Willy's chest as the boy kept pounding him and jacking him. He turned and kissed Willy, whose huge thick lips felt delicious.
Remy came hard and wonderfully painful. Willy unloaded in the white boy's ass soon after. Remy didn't think he'd ever cum so quickly during a fuck, but these two boys were so damn hot for each other, orgasm just seethed in them.
They kept kissing as they fondled the soap off each other's hard muscle.
Jacking together with a bro in the showers, after an intense workout, and then fucking, turned out to be one of the most satisfying pleasures available to a young, fit, high school boy, Remy determined.
As the boys all dressed after their shower, Willy asked Remy if he wanted to hang out some time this weekend, maybe do Teen Town together.
"For sure, man! Love to! Call me, maybe? Or text, and we can set it up. Sounds tight, bro!"
Remy had no idea what the fuck 'Teen Town' was, but he was thrilled inside. He'd made another new friend in the first week at his new school, a gorgeous black dude he was utterly crushing on. Fuck, did he ever love No Hope.
Remy caught up with Trey in the hall outside the gym, and they walked together to their lockers, holding hands and stopping every once in a while for a cock-grinding hug and lip-sloppy kiss.
With the books and notebooks they'd need for homework stashed in their backpacks, they headed to the front steps. Remy had his after-school activity in a bit, but he wanted to see his bro off.
Before they said their good-byes, on the front steps of school, Trey pulled Remy in for another, longer kiss. The boys just didn't want to take their lips and tongues off each other, kissing felt so good -- or their hands, from fondling each other's strong, muscular back and firm, desirable ass, as their hardened cocks pressed hard together in lust.
Two first-year white boys looked on longingly from over on the benches. A trio of black girls sitting across from them on the steps started loudly squealing and wolf-whistling and cat-calling about how gorgeous and sexy the two boys looked, and how they each wanted some of that.
Trey finally, regretfully, broke their kiss. He was late again. He hustled down the steps, and Remy headed back in the building, to the Art Room, for his after-school enrichment class.
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