I thought that after avoiding another publicity spectacle over the rescue that things might settle down for the boys. Was I ever wrong. Eric inadvertently saw something he shouldn't have but came up with a plan to protect the relationship between he and Bart as well as covering up what he saw. The plan may not be as fool proof as he thought.
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You're Not Better Than Me
Chapter Fourteen
Eric stayed at Bart's house Saturday night. Sunday morning the boys, along with Bart's Mother attended church with Eric's parents and Pete. Bart and Eric both agreed that they should tell Pete that they were the boys who rescued the drowning boy. But Pete would have to swear not to tell anyone.
"You two were the ones? Fantastic! I just won ten bucks," Pete announced.
"What do you mean you won ten bucks? How?" Eric asked.
"I bet Ed that you and Bart were the two unnamed heroes. Like the big dummy that he is, he took the bet. I can't wait to see him tomorrow and collect."
"No, Pete, you can't tell him, you can't tell anyone! It has to be our secret. Mom and Dad and Bart's Mother are the only ones who know. You can't tell anyone. Please!" Eric pleaded.
"Damn, I was hoping I could prove Ed wrong. Now I can't collect my ten bucks."
Bart reached into his pocket and took out a twenty dollar bill.
"Here, Pete, double or nothing if you keep our confidence," Bart offered it to Pete.
"Thanks, but it's more about proving that big dufus wrong. You can keep the money. I can't prove that is was you and he can't prove that it wasn't. So I guess it's a draw."
Monday morning the boys were mobbed as soon as they entered the school building.
"It was you guys, wasn't it?" kids were shouting.
"The dynamic duo did it again!" some more yelled. Despite their adamant denials, the crowd continued to congratulate them. Mr. Philips finally came along and moved everyone along.
"Looks like you boys are heroes again," Mr. Philips said to the boys.
"No we're not, sir. We were in the area but we weren't the ones who pulled that kid to safety. The sheriff interviewed us and he knows it wasn't us," Eric said. "I wish the real heroes would come forward."
"Why do you think they haven't," Mr. Philips asked.
"They were probably vicious felons who were lying in wait to kidnap Eric and myself again. Instead they saved the young boy and that may well have saved our lives," Bart suggested.
"Getting a little melodramatic, aren't we, Bartholomew?"
"I am just proposing an alternative theory to the events on Friday."
"Yes, I suppose any good lawyer would try to cast blame on someone else," Mt. Philips laughed. "You two run along before you're late for class."
The rest of the day went the same, teachers and students alike congratulating them.
"How do we make this all stop?" Eric lamented.
"By not risking your life jumping into frigid water to save someone?" Bart answered sarcastically.
"Too late for that."
The boys were leaving school at the end of the day when the sheriff approached them.
"Hello boys. How is your denial working out?" he asked with a grin.
"Not very successfully, I am afraid. Everyone seems to have made up their collective minds on what happened, no matter how strongly we deny it," Bart told him.
"Well, this may complicate your situation. Mr Jefferson, the boy's father has put up a $1,000 reward to be given to the boys who rescued his son. If you don't fess up, I'm afraid he will be inundated with imposters trying to collect the reward. I've told him I have some leads and not to give the money to anyone claiming it until I have finished my investigation. Think it over and I'll stop back here in the morning."
"Okay, sheriff, thanks for the heads up," Eric said as they walked solemnly toward the limo.
"The stakes have been raised. Now what do you suppose we should do? I really don't care who gets the credit but it galls me to think of some impostures collecting those ill gotten gains," Bart said as they headed home.
"I agree. But if we change our story now, the crap we took today will be nothing compared to what we'll get then. Let me think on it and I'll call you later."
The limo dropped Eric off at work at the market and Bart headed home. He told his Mother about the dilemma they were in. She talked it over with Bart and offered a suggestion.
"That would be perfect. I hope we can get the sheriff to go along with this little charade," Bart said. "I will call Eric as soon as he gets home from work and see if he likes the idea."
Bart went to his room and started working on his homework, looking at the clock every ten minutes anxiously waiting for Eric to be home. When he was sure Eric would be home, he called.
"Eric, my Mother has come up with an ingenious plan. If the sheriff goes along with it, all our worries will be over. Here is what she suggested," as Bart explained the plan.
"That sounds awesome! Everyone wins. I'm pretty sure the sheriff will go along with us. We can talk to him in the morning at school."
The sheriff met the boys as they got out of the limo.
"So, what did you decide?" he asked.
"We've made a decision and we hope you'll help us out. Tell Mr. Jefferson you have found the two boys but they don't want to be identified. They needed to do a good deed as part of their religious training but it had to remain anonymous. If their names were revealed it would seem like they just saved the boy for the glory," Eric explained.
"Okay, but what about the reward? Mr. Jefferson will want to give them the money." The sheriff explained.
"That would also tarnish their good deed. Ask him if he would either withdraw the reward or donate the money to his favorite charity in honor of his son< Bart suggested.
"Damn, I don't know if you boys would make better cops or lawyers. You've got every angle covered," he told them.
More students were arriving and crowded around the boys while they were talking to the sheriff.
"Talking about collecting your reward?" one voice asked.
"No, I was just confirming the fact that the boys didn't see anyone at the pond and they had no idea what was going on that afternoon," the sheriff said loud enough for the crows to hear him. "I'm sorry you boys couldn't be more help."
"We are too, sheriff. I hope you find who your looking for," Eric said, shaking the sheriff's hand.
"No shit, you guys weren't lying when you said it wasn't you," the same voice spoke up again.
"We told you. Maybe next time you'll believe us," Eric shouted to everyone.
The next day there was an article in the local newspaper reporting the story the sheriff had conveyed to the reporter. The reward money was given to the local Boy's Club in the Jefferson' son's honor. When Patrick, the limo driver picked the boys up at school that afternoon, he lowered the window between the front and back and handed Bart a copy of the newspaper.
"Well played, gentleman," was all he said then put the window back up.
All's well that ends well.
With all the drama of the rescue of the young boy consuming all of Bart's energy, he had neglected to ask his Mother about her date on Saturday night. She also got caught up in things and had not mentioned a thing about it. Bart brought the subject up at the supper table Monday night.
"So Mother, you haven't said anything about your date. Did you have a good time?"
"Yes, Franklin was delightful company. We had a very enjoyable evening. He is a little forgetful, however. When the waiter brought the bill he insisted on paying but then realized he had forgotten his wallet back at his hotel."
"Did you have to wash dishes to pay for your meal?' Bart joked.
"No, we had gone to The Castle and the waiter said he would just send the bill to the house. Poor Franklin was so upset. He wanted to go back to The High Crest where he was staying and get his wallet to pay me that night. I told him that was totally unnecessary."
"Are you planning on seeing him again?"
"Yes. We have another dinner date this Wednesday."
"Mother, a date in the middle of the week? You are becoming quite the gadabout.," Bart teases his Mother.
"I do have to eat so why not do it in the company of a someone I enjoy."
"Oh, and you don't enjoy eating with me?" Bart kept up the teasing.
"You know perfectly well what I mean. Now fill your mouth with food and stop giving me a hard time."
"Yes, Mother," Bart smiled.
By mid week everything was back to normal. Eric was headed to the cafeteria for lunch when Miss Collins came out of the principal's office and stopped him.
"Eric, would you be a darling and take this box of shirts down to the girl's gym and put it in my office. I'm late for lunchroom duty and I want to make sure these don't get lost. The gym is empty so the doors are locked. Here is my key to the locker room. Go in that way and take a left to my office. Just put it on the floor by my door," she asked him.
"No problem, Miss Collins. Glad to help you out."
"Great. If I see Bart, I'll have him get a lunch for you."
Eric took the keys and the box and headed downstairs to the girl's gym. He unlocked the door and put the box where he was told. He turned to head back to leave when he heard something in the changing area just ahead of him. He listened intently and it sounded like someone moaning in distress. The locker rook was supposed to be empty so he thought he should go check out where the noise was coming from. If someone was hurt and all alone, they might need help.
Once again, Eric couldn't just keep on walking and ignore someone needing help..
He quietly entered the changing area, the moaning getting louder as he continued. He turned the corner and stopped dead in his tracks. He saw where the noise was coming from. The head cheerleader, Kayla, (no pun intended) was totally naked and laying on her back on the bench between the lockers. Kneeling between her knees was Morgan, one of the other cheerleaders, her head buried in Kayla's crotch. Kayla was moaning and writhing on the bench, holding Morgan's head tight to her pussy and pinching her nipples with the other hand.
Eric was spell bound. He had never seen a girl his age naked before, let alone two naked girls having sex. Morgan has a tight firm ass, her legs pulled up under her making he ass protrude even more than it normally would. As he stared at the sweet smooth flesh of Morgan's ass, he wondered if that was what he and Bart looked like when they were sucking cock. His cock boned up quickly, Eric not being sure if it was from watching the naked girls or from imagining that it could be Bart and himself in that same position. His concentration was broken when Kayla screamed out,
"Oh fuck yeah, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"
Kayla threw her legs up on Morgan's shoulders and pinned her head against her. She locked her ankles behind Morgans's head not giving Morgan a chance to breath.
"Damn, girl, you are the best pussy eater I know. You almost make my heart stop when you push me over the edge."
Kayla relaxed her legs and Morgan sat up.
"So much better than eating in the cafeteria she giggled," Morgan giggled.
"Yeah it is," Kayla said as she sat up on the bench. That was when she saw Eric standing in the doorway. "Oh fuck! What the hell are you doing!" she screamed.
Morgan turned and saw Eric as she unsuccessfully tried to cover her naked body with her hands.
Eric panicked and turned and ran out of the locker room, Kayla running after him.
"Eric, stop! Let's talk. Please come back!" she pleaded with him as she stood naked in the hallway outside the locker room.
"Kayla, get you ass back in here before someone sees you," Morgan said just above a whisper.
"Someone already saw both of us. He is probably running to the cafeteria to tell every one about us. We're so screwed when everyone finds out about us."
Kayla sat down in the hallway, crying and sobbing. Morgan looked both ways then went out and pulled Kayla back inside the locker room..
"Let's get s dressed and get down to the cafeteria. Maybe Eric hasn't told anyone yet."
"Are you kidding me? Did you see how fast he ran. I can't show my face in the lunch room. Or in this school again."
"Kayla, you're being so dramatic. If he has told anyone, the damage has already been done. But if he hasn't blabbed, we can talk with him and maybe reason with him to keep quiet."
"Oh yeah, like I'm sure the hero of the school wouldn't say he just saw two naked lesbos getting it on."
"Well, we've got nothing to loose."
The girls got dressed and headed for the cafeteria. A few kids were filing out and just nodded a casual hello to them.
"So far, so good. There was no reaction from them." Morgan noted.
"I can't go in. I'm going to stay here. You go in and see what happens," Kayla said as she pushed Morgan toward the lunch room door.
Morgan tentatively walked in and looked around. No heads turned and no shouts or laughter rose up. Maybe Eric hadn't told anyone, or not too many people yet. She spotted Eric sitting with Bart and a few friends. As soon as Eric saw Morgan, he jumped up and worked his way through everyone to get to the rear door. He bolted out and ran right into Kayla, almost knocking her down.
"Oh balls, I'm sorry," Eric said as he helped her to her feet. Before she could say anything, Eric ran down the hallway and around the corner. Kayla stood there, not knowing how to react. Morgan came out of the same door as Eric, looked at Kayla and ran down the hallway after Eric. Eric had ducked into a vacant classroom and avoided any face to face confrontation with the girls.
He avoided the girls the rest of the afternoon. As soon as school let out, he ran as fast as he could to get to the limo and climb inside. Bart caught up to him
"What is the big hurry? Is someone bullying you again?" Bart asked.
"No, I'm trying to keep away from Kayla and Morgan."
"The cheerleaders? Why for heaven's sake?"
Eric swore Bart to secrecy and told him what he had witnessed in the girl's locker room.
"Son of a bastard son's mother," Bart said in shock.
"The 'son of a bastard son's mother'?" Eric scrunched up his face.
"You know, 'son of a bitch'," Bart replied.
"Jesus, Bart, you can't even swear like a normal person."
"I am sorry. I will try and be more vulgar and to the point in the future."
"That's the least of our worries. What the hell am I going to do now? Every time I see them in the hall, I picture them naked and in the throes of lesbian sex."
"It will wear off, just give it time."
"Maybe, but they have been hunting me all afternoon. What's with that?"
"They probably want to make sure you will keep your mouth shut and not tell anyone. Oops, too late," Bart snickered.
"This isn't funny. I've always had a feeling that they were close, closer than most high school girls but I never thought they were lovers."
"Maybe they were just experimenting, like we did."
"Maybe, but look where we ended up."
"True. We will have to make a point to talk to them tomorrow and let them know we will keep their secret."
"We? It's me they're after."
"Yes, but you told me their secret so now I am a co-conspirator. Besides, I wouldn't let you face them alone. Safety in numbers."
On the way to school the next morning, Eric had a plan he discussed with Bart on how to deal with the two girls. Bart wasn't sure it would work but he was willing to try. As soon as Eric and Bart entered the school, the girls spotted them and rushed over to them.
"Look, we need to talk," Morgan began.
"Yeah, but not here in the hallway. Follow me," Eric told them.
Eric went down the hall a short ways and ducked into an empty classroom, waving Bart and the girls to follow him.
"About yesterday," Eric began.
"What the fuck were you doing spying on us?" Kayla growled between her clenched teeth.
'I wasn't spying on you. I was delivering a box for Miss Collins. She gave me her key and said the locker room would be empty. How was I to know you two would be having an early lunch," Eric snickered.
"Okay, so maybe it was an accident but you can't tell anyone what you saw. We'd be kicked off the cheering squad and problem driven out of school."
"I'm have no reason to out you. The only one I've told is Bart and he is as good at keeping secrets as I am. But maybe we can come to an arrangement," Eric offered.
"Like what, you want to see us do it again?" Morgan asked sarcastically.
"No, nothing like that," Eric said.
"Then what, you want to munch the carpet yourself?" Kayla asked.
Bart looked at Eric and frowned.
"Munch the carpet? What is she talking about?" Bart asked.
"She thinks we want to perform cunnilingus on them," Eric explained.
"Our mouths going there?!? That would be totally unacceptable and just plain gross."
"So what the hell do you want then?" Morgan asked.
"First you have to promise that anything said in this room stays between the four of us." Eric stated.
"Sure, like we're going to go back in the hall and tell everyone that we made a deal with you jerks so you wouldn't out us as gay. Get real, will you?" Morgan grumbled. "So what's the deal?"
Eric looked at Bart who shook his head in agreement.
"Bart and I are boyfriends too."
"Everyone knows you guys are best buddies. That's no big secret."
"No, like boyfriends, you know, gay."
"Oh sure, the two big heroes of the school are faggots. Tell me another one while you're at it."
Eric turned to Bart and pulled him in for a kiss. Not just a peck on the lips, but a deep tonsil massage. He broke the kiss and turned to the girls, their mouths hung wide open.
"Holy shit! You are, you are really lovers!" Morgan said. "So what's your proposition?"
"We've heard rumors about the two of you and I suspect there have been rumors about Bart and I as well. So what I am suggesting is that we act like we're dating, just for a month or so, then we can break up. But it will squash any doubt that we are all straight."
"Do we have to kiss you guys?" Morgan asked.
"Or make out, or let you fuck us?" Kayla went all in.
"O lord no, not in a million years. No offense girls," Bart immediately reacted.
"Nothing big, maybe holding hands occasionally, so on a date to be seen in public. Like to get a pizza or something like that. Just enough to make it seem real."
"Do we have to hang with you all the time and be all lovey dovey and shit?" Kayla asked.
"Nope. No PDA's required."
"PDA's?' Bart asked.
"Personal displays of affection. You know, like kissing in the hallway, hugging when we are in each other's company. Stuff like that." Eric laid it out for Bart.
"I can deal with that. We are only acting and there is no real emotion going on, right?"
"Maybe just some real hostility for forcing us into this," Kayla said.
"No body is forcing anyone," Eric assured them. "This is just for all of our safety. If you don't want to do this, fine. Walk out the door and this conversation never happened and I was never in the locker room the other day. Your call. Think it over and let us know what you decide."
"I say no. You tell anyone and we'll rat you out then beat you to within an inch of your life," Kayla threatened.
"No so fast, Kayla. We need to talk this over," Morgan interrupted her.
"Take you time. We're in no rush. What ever you decide, we both have secrets against each other now."
Eric checked to make sure the coast was clear and then all went back out into the hallway, going their separate ways.
"Do you think they will agree to your proposal?" Bart asked.
"I don't know. But at least they aren't looking to beat me up for now," Eric laughed.
At lunch Eric and Bart were sitting at their usual table with some friends when the two girls walked up to the table.
"Hi Eric, hi Bart. We overheard what the sheriff said this morning that you weren't involved in the rescue of that little boy."
"If we had known what was going on we might have been able to help," Eric said.
"We were disappointed it wasn't you. You and Bart are always doing such brave shit. Maybe next time," Kayla said. The girls walked off and went to sit with the other cheerleaders.
"What the hell was that all about?" Eric's friend Jerry asked.
"Just some of our fan club I guess. Jealous?" Eric laughed.
"Not of those two. I heard they are queer for each other."
"Maybe. I don't know them well enough to say that."
"You are aware the same has been said of us," Bart threw in.
""Well, yeah but only the assholes who don't know you the way we know you."
""See, so don't going spreading rumors if you're not sure," Eric admonished Jerry.
Bart and Eric looked at one another and made the assumption that the girls had made their decision. It was game on.
The girls met the boys after school and told them they were going along with Eric's plan.
"We thought you were when you stopped to talk to us at lunch," Eric told them.
"We have to be subtle and not jump right into a dating relationship. We have to make it believable," Morgan reasoned.
"Agreed. We'll talk a little more tomorrow."
The boys got in the limo and rode off.
"I hope you know what we are doing, Eric."
"It's a fool proof plan. What could go wrong?"
"Someone else could run across the girls having sex with each other and discover the truth. Or they might get angered at something we or someone else says or does and call the whole thing off, outing themselves and us."
"I think you worry too much. If someone finds out they are gay, we can just deny we knew."
"I do not worry for myself, Eric. I told you before I have no problem with everyone knowing my sexual orientation. You are the one who wants to keep the secret."
"I'm straight, remember. I just don't want to tell anyone I'm in love with the most fantastic boy in the world," Eric smiled and gave Bart a kiss on the cheek.
"Still not admitting the truth to yourself, huh?"
"I'm admitting I love you. Isn't that enough?"
"Yes, I am perfectly happy with that.."
Bart dropped Eric off at work and headed home. His Mother had another supper date with Franklin and he didn't want to miss her before she left. He got out of the limo and instead of going straight into he house, he walked around the side of the house to see how the new garden bed had fared through the winter. As he was standing there, he saw an older car pull up and stop across the street. It didn't look as bad as Ed's car, but it had seen better days. He noticed a blue light on the dashboard, signifying that it was a ride share vehicle. A man dressed in a nice suit got out of the car, said something to the driver and headed for the portico. He straightened his tie and rang the doorbell. Bart waited for his Mother to open the door and welcome him inside. A few minutes later, Bart went inside.
"Bart. I am glad you are home. I would like you to meet Mr. Franklin McMaster. He and I are going to supper tonight," his Mother said. "Franklin this is my son, Bartholomew."
"I am pleased to make your acquaintance, sir," Bart said as he extended his hand.
"I've heard a lot about you, Bartholomew. You can call me Franklin."
"And I am Bart, if you do not mind."
"Bart, would you mind keeping Franklin company while I go and finish getting ready," his Mother asked him.
"Certainly, Mother. It will give us a chance to get to know one another."
His Mother went upstairs and Bart motioned Franklin to the living room, taking a seat opposite him.
"So Franklin, what do you do for a living?" Bart started.
"Sales and acquisitions. I negotiate deals, acquire companies and contracts and then sell them. Quite profitable I must confess. I understand you're in high school?"
"Yes, a freshman this year."
"That was my favorite year of school. I played football so I could have any girl I wanted. Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No, I am busy keeping my grades up. This is my first year in public school and it has been a big change for me."
"Grades are good, but playing the field and getting some pussy is even better," he laughed.
Coming from someone he had only met a few minutes ago, Bart thought this was rather brash and forward of him.
"All in due time, sir."
"The time is now. These are your best years. Once you get older you'll find it's harder to get a nice piece of snatch. Get it while the getting is good."
His Mother came downstairs and announced she was ready. Bart had developed an instant dislike to this man. He was crude and a misogynist. He didn't know how his Mother could enjoy his company. But for now he was going to keep his mouth shut.
The limo pulled into the portico and the two of them left for supper.
They returned two hours later, laughing and joking with each other. Bart could see his Mother was enjoying herself so he kept quiet about the earlier conversation. They went to the living room and sat on the couch talking. Bart really didn't like the man so he decided to go outside for a walk. There was a full moon in the sky and Bart could always find peace and serenity being out in the moonlight. It always amazed him that the moon was so bright that is cast shadows in the middle of the night.
He noticed the same car across the street that had dropped of Mr. McMaster. He wasn't sure if it was here to pick him up or someone else. He walked over to the car and asked the driver if he was here to pick up Mr. McMaster and take him the High Crest Hotel.
"Nope, I'm here to pick up Billy Henderson. He's going to the Arlington House. Is he ready?"
"I have no idea. I know not of this Mr. Henderson of which you speak. Good night sir."
Bart walked back to the house. Franklin got a phone call and said goodnight to Carol.
"My car service is here. He is parked at the corner so I will go meet him."
"Nonsense, have him pull in the driveway," Bart's Mother told him.
"He's a new driver and is nervous about pulling the limo through the portico. I don't want to get him upset so I will go meet him. I need to walk off some of that gourmet meal anywy," he joked. "Good night, Carol, I had a wonderful time. I will call you later in the week to let you know if I can stay in town longer or if I have to go to complete my latest acquisition deal."
"Good night Franklin. I'll be looking forward to your call."
Bart waited a few minutes then looked from the behind the curtains to see if he was in fact getting into the rideshare car. He got in and drove off, looking back at the house out the car window.
"Another enjoyable evening with your new friend?" Bart inquired.
"A nice evening for me, another embarrassing one for Franklin. He remembered his wallet but the credit card he gave the waiter had expired. We both had a good laugh."
"Mother, I am afraid I have to tell you something. It brings me no pleasure to say this, but . . ."
Carol interrupted him mid sentence.
"You want to tell me you think Franklin is not who he presents himself to be?" she laughed.
"Well, yes. His car service is one of those public ride share companies. He is not staying at the Hill Crest, but is a guest at the Arlington Arms, a less than reputable establishment."
"My, but you are quite the detective. Put your self at ease son, I had my suspicions but after tonight I knew he was an ordinary con man. At supper he told me all about his latest deal. He had put together a group of investors to buy up a company that was having cash flow problems but had the potential to double or even triple their investment. Now, come Friday, one of his investors will have backed out and he is $100,000 short of making the deal. Guess who he is giving the opportunity of a life time?" again laughing. "Having put up with your Father's schemes for so long, I can spot a phony from a mile away."
Bart stood shaking his head.
"I am sorry, Mother, I should have known better.:
"I think it is sweet that you are concerned. That is why I wanted you to talk to him tonight so you could see what he was really like. A bit of an ass, would you not say?"
Bart hugged his Mother and kissed her on the cheek.
"I am going to bed now I know that you know what is going on."
Kayla and Morgan got to the front door of school the next morning at the same time as Eric and Bart.
"Morning, boys. Looking sharp today," Kayla said with a big smile.
"I might make the same assessment of you as well, Kayla," Bart replied.
The girls giggled and walked off to their lockers. Some of the other students in earshot had heard the exchange. Eric smiled and nodded his head at Bart.
"Subtle but a nice start," was the only thing Eric said.
At lunch the two girls came over to the table the boys were sitting at with Jerry and asked if they could sit down.
"Sure. I see you made it to lunch on time today," Eric teased.
Morgan smiled at Eric and licked her lips. Bart almost choked on his drink.
"I don't want to be a third wheel so I'm moving," Jerry said as he stood up and picked up his tray
"No need, Jerry, sit down," Eric told him.
"Thank you, very considerate of you," Kayla said as she pushed her chair over and moved Jerry's chair to one side.
Jerry went and sat with some of his other friends but kept looking over at Eric and Bart. This had him perplexed. Usually cheerleaders chased after the star players on the various school teams. Neither Eric nor Bart played any sports.
When the lunch period was over, the four of them walked out together, Bart walking beside Morgan and Eric walking with Kayla. Eric glanced down at Bart and Morgan. He was thinking back to seeing Morgan's bare ass as she was on her knees in front of Kayla. He looked back and forth between Bart and Morgan, making comparisons in his mind. They both had nice asses, Morgan's had a little more curve to it, a nice bubble butt. Bart's ass wasn't quite as well shaped but was nice and firm and supported Eric's weight with no problem when they were fucking. Morgan's ass despite it nicer shape had more movement as she walked, a slight giggle to it. If he was to rate them, Bart would be a strong 9 and Morgan would be a 7, maybe an 8 if she lost a little weight and tightened her glutes.
"What are you staring at?" Kayla asked Eric. "You afraid they're going to loose us or something?"
"Just daydreaming," he replied. Then remembering that he and Kayla weren't really dating, so continued. "I was just comparing Bart's ass and Morgan's ass."
"Let me guess, you like his ass better."
"Of course. It was close but he won by a slight margin."
"Don't I get to vote?"
"I know who you would pick so that would make the contest a tie."
"Maybe. I just don't like a hairy ass. Her ass is nice and smooth, just like a baby's butt."
"How do you know his isn't?" Eric joked.
"You're right, I've never seen his naked. Hey Bart, care to drop your pants and show me your ass?" Kayla said loud enough so Bart could hear but not anyone else in the hallway.
"Excuse me?" Bart turned as said to Kayla.
"Didn't hear me? I asked if you'd drop your pants and show me your ass. We're trying to compare you and Morgan but I'm at a disadvantage never having seen you naked"
"Hey, bitch, are you going over to the dark side?" Morgan snarled at Kayla.
"Hell no, just having a little contest," Kayla innocently replied.
"Have all the contest you want but I am not a piece of meat to be judged like a steer at a country fair!" Bart said. "I will see you all later," leaving the three of them standing in the hall.
"I guess that is our first four way lover's quarrel," Kayla said with a giggle.
"You want to look at my ass, Eric? You can look all you want as I'm walking away," Morgan said in a low and mean voice.
Kayla smiled and looked at Eric, shrugged her shoulders and hurried to catch up with her friend. Eric was going to catch up to Bart but decided to give him some time to cool off.
Bart had a hard time concentrating in his afternoon classes. He was thinking about his Mother and Franklin and how he was trying to scam his Mother by being something he wasn't. Is Eric trying to pretend he is something he is not? Is he really trying to play this game of two gay guys 'dating' two gay girls so he can get close to Kayla without Bart catching on. After all, Eric claims he is not gay. Is his comparison of his ass and Morgan's ass more than that? Is it a comparison of Bart to Morgan?
Bart had been mad at Eric all afternoon but when the final bell of the day rang it snapped Bart out of his rambling thoughts. He hurried out of class to meet Eric at his locker.
"Eric, I am sorry I snapped at you earlier."
"No, I'm the one who is sorry. I should have kept my thoughts to myself and not involved Kayla."
"You must be more careful with both Kayla and Morgan until we know them better and see how far we can trust them. This arrangement could easily blow up in our faces. We must be more reticent, with them."
"Agreed.
"My Mother has an appointment with her lawyer and her banker this afternoon. Would you like to spend some time at my house?"
"Only if house rules apply," Eric winked.
Bart smiled as the two of them headed for the limo. As soon as they were in the house, Bart grabbed Eric and kissed him.
"Whoa, big guy. Hold up, will you?" Eric pushed Bart away from him.
Bart had an instant panic that there was something wrong between them.
"I'm feeling a little overdressed for this kind of activity," as Eric stripped off his clothes.
Relieved, Bart stepped back further and started to slowly undo the buttons on his shirt.
"Can you speed that up a little?" Eric joked.
"No, if I cam going to judged like a piece of meat, then I want to give you time to scrutinize every inch of me as I reveal it."
With that, Bart continued to slowly remove his clothes, stopping as each area of bare flesh was uncovered, then turning around in a complete circle before moving on to the next piece of clothing. When he was completely naked, he extended his arms out straight, turned around once more and stopped.
"Well, does this specimen of human excellence meet your desires?" Bart asked.
"Hmmm, yes, I certainly have desires for it," as he ran over and hugged Bart, resuming their kissing.
After several minutes of passionate kissing and rubbing their naked bodies together, Bart suggested they gather up their clothes and retire to his bedroom. The words were no sooner out if his mouth than Eric had his clothes in his hands and was headed for the stairs.
Eric dropped his clothes as soon as they were in the room. He sat on the edge of the bed and waited for Bart to join him. Eric reached out and pulled Bart to him, his head turned sideways and pressed into Bart's chest. Eric hands rubbed Bart's back, moving them down to cup Bart's ass cheeks.
"I am sorry about earlier today," Eric apologized again.
"That is behind us. We need not say any more about it."
"Speaking of behind us," Eric said turning Bart around so he ass was right in Eric's face.
Eric put his hands on the two perfect globes of flesh in front of him, slowly running his hands over Bart's ass, alternating between massaging and placing wet kisses as Bart moaned. Eric parted his cheeks and ran his tongue up and down the ass crack, making sure to slow down when he passed Bart's hole. Bart leaned forward and put his hands on his knees to support himself.
"I was wrong earlier, this ass isn't a strong nine, it's a definite ten plus," Eric declared.
"Only a nine?" Bart asked.
"That was with clothes on and from a distance. It's definitely better up close and personal."
Eric tongued Bart's crack again but this time stopped at his butt hole. He swirled his tongue around and pressed it tighter. Bart moaned louder and relaxed so Eric could push further with his tongue. He grabbed Bart's hips and pulled him tight sinking his face between those lovely smooth cheeks.
"I am very wet and relaxed in case you want to do something else with my ass," Bart said seductively.
"I think I can think of something we'd both enjoy," Eric replied.
Bart turned around and got down on his knees in front of Eric.
"But first I want to take the edge off so you will last longer inside me," as he took a hold of Eric's cock.
"Okay, but can I do something first?" Eric asked as he stood up.
"What do you want to do?"
Eric walked across the bedroom and opened the closet door. Hanging on the inside of the door was a full length mirror. Eric set the door so that he could see his reflection in the mirror as Bart sucked his cock.
"Getting kinky are we?" Bart asked.
"No, I'm want to try something," was all Eric would say.
Eric sat back down and Bart resumed his position between his legs. He once again took Eric's cock in hand and guided it to his mouth. He drooled some spit on it and rubbed it up and down to make it slick then engulfed it with his eager mouth. Bart noticed that Eric was even harder than usual, enjoying the feel of him in his mouth. Eric put his hands on the back of Bart's head and ran his finger through his hair.
"Oh, fuck yeah! This is awesome!" Eric yelled out.
Bart couldn't explain Eric's new found appreciation of getting sucked but he wasn't complaining. It wasn't more than a few minutes and Eric was shooting his cum into Bart's mouth, all of it being swallowed without spilling a drop.
"You were horned up more than usual, Eric."
"I know. It goes back to watching the girls having sex in the locker room."
"Oh, that again?"
"Yes, but let me explain before you get the wrong idea. From my vantage point in the locker room, I saw Morgan's ass jiggling around as she pressed her face into Kayla's crotch. I boned up watching them. I wondered if it was watching two naked girls or the fact that I had never seen anyone have sex before. We have done a lot, but I never had that prospective. I adjusted the door so I got the same view of us as I did of the girls. Seeing you on your knees and your ass as you sucked me almost made me cum before you began. That image has blocked out the image of the girls now."
"Maybe we should set up a video camera and make some homemade porn?" Bart laughed.
"Can we?" Eric asked excited at the idea.
"And we could sit around on Saturday nights and show home movies to our families?" Bart said with a snicker.
"Or sell them on line and make enough money so I don't have to work at the store any more?" Eric replied.
"Or we could just enjoy ourselves and keep our lovemaking private?" Bart ended the joking. "Speaking of which, I got the easy one out, now it is time to make the next one last longer."
Bart got up on the bed and lay on his stomach, spreading his legs. Eric lubed up his cock and Bart's hole then climbed on top of him. He put his cock to the right spot and pressed in.
"Oh yeah, that is what I want. Nice and slow and steady," Bart moaned.
Eric began to slowly pump Bart's ass as requested. After a few minutes he happen to notice that the mirror on the closet door was still aimed towards them. Eric had a perfect view of the two of them on the bed, his ass humping up and down as he fucked Bart. Eric's arousal went up by a factor of three. He started moving faster and breathing heavy.
"Slow down, what is the rush?" Bart asked.
"Sorry, I can't help it. Look over at the mirror. You'll see what's got me excited."
Bart rolled his head to the side and saw what Eric saw.
"See, maybe we should make a video. If only for ourselves," Eric suggested.
"It is very hot to watch, but I just prefer the real thing over some reenactment."
"Yeah. It's not like we can't do this whenever we want," Eric noted.
Eric began to pump harder and Bart responded after seeing the show they were putting on. The longer lasting second orgasm wasn't as delayed as Bart had hoped but it was quite satisfying for both boys none the less.
"Okay, now you sit on the edge of the bed and watch my ass while I suck you," Eric told Bart.
Bart moved to sit on the edge of the bed and spread his legs. His ass was leaking and left a wet spot on the bed. Eric moved in to suck Bart, wiggling his hips and his ass as he did.
"What do you think? Quite a view, huh?" Eric mumbled with a mouthful of cock.
"It does offer a different perspective on our activities," Bart replied rather blandly. "But I prefer to look down and watch you as you pleasure me with your mouth."
Bart was still turned on from the fucking he had just received and shot his load quickly. Eric picked up his head and smiled at Bart.
"How about a kiss, lover?" Eric smirked.
They kissed, exchanging what little cum Eric hadn't swallowed. They freshened up, got dressed and went down stairs to get a snack. Bart's Mother came home before they had finished eating.
"Yes, everything I had to do went quicker than I expected. Bart, I have another date tomorrow night. I would like you to be home so I can introduce you to Mr. Fletcher. You seem to be a better judge of character then I am so I would like your opinion. You as well, Eric, if you can be here."
"Certainly, Mother. Eric and I will both vet him and see if he is suitable for you to date," Bart said, half joking, half serious.
The boys went to the living room to watch TV and wait for Carol's new date.
The doorbell rang and Bart got up to answer the door.
"Good evening young man. I am Mr. Fletcher. I am calling on Mrs. Worthington, you mother I presume?"
"Yes, My Mother is expecting you. Please come in."
Bart's Mother came to meet them and escort her date to the living room.
"I would like you to meet Bart and Eric. Boys this is Clarence Fletcher."
"Bartholomew, I presume?" he asked Bart reaching out to shake his hand.
"Yes sir. Bart is fine."
"And Eric? Are you Bartholomew's brother?"
Bart bristled at him using his full name.
"No sir, just a good friend," Eric answered.
"You can chat with the boys while I go get my coat. I will be right with you."
"So, do you boys both attend the same school?"
"Yes sir. We are both freshman this year," Bart answered.
"Are you home on break?"
"No sir, we both attend the local high school."
"The local high school? Balderdash! A waste of a bright mind! You should be attending a top notch private school. I will strongly suggest to your mother that she send you to St. Augustine's school. I know the headmaster and I can get you enrolled within the week. You will get a superior education there in addition to making some important contacts that will be immensely valuable in life. What career path do you intend to pursue?"
"I am planning on becoming a botanist."
"A botanist? You are wasting your opportunity for an excellent education to pursue a dead end career. Such a waste of potential."
Bart's Mother came back with her coat.
"I hope you had a nice conversation. Shall be go before our reservation is taken?" she addressed her date.
"Yes, is was a very revealing conversation, Mother."
"I should hope that it was. And I should expect you to follow my advice," Mr. Fletcher said
"Thank you, Father," Bart said, an intentional slip. "Oh. Mr. Fletcher, I apologize. It has been so long since I have had the kind of advice my Father would have given me."
Carol's head snapped around and looked at Bart. Bart nodded his head from side to side very subtly so only his Mother would catch on to Bart assessment of her new date.
"We will not be late, boys. I do not want you to be hungry so order three pizzas for yourself for supper.
Bart caught her hint that this would be a short date. Less than an hour later Carol was home apologizing to her date for the migraine headache of hers that ruined their evening. He advised her that she needed something stronger than an over the counter aspirin to treat her migraine.
"You must see your doctor tomorrow and have him give you something stronger. If he does not, I will get you in to see my physician and get you the proper care you need."
"Thank you, but I will be fine with some rest."
Her date left after a terse good bye. Carol leaned against the door as soon as she closed it.
"Thank you so much Bart. I had no idea I was dating you Father again."
"Mother, you really do need to be more selective in the gentleman you choose to date," Bart told her.
"Yes, dear, you are right. Tonight I am going to rectify that situation and dine with two of the most wonderful men I know. Did you order our pizza yet?" she smiled.
"We wanted to give you enough time to get out of what would be an evening of torture so we just ordered the pizzas five minutes ago. Supper will be here shortly." Bart told her.
The pizza came, Ed delivered the food and got his usual exorbitant tip. The three of them enjoyed their supper together.
The following week at school had the boys and the girls interacting a little more, slowly warming up to each other according to their plan. They planned a faux date to see a movie together Saturday night. The found a movie they could agree on and made plans to meet at the movie theater. The movie was a popular first run movie so they knew some of their schoolmates would also be there.
The met in the lobby and made a point of saying hello to anyone they recognized. They went in the theater and sat with as couples, with no touching allowed as per their original agreement. After the movie was over the girls had to go use the ladies room, leaving the boys in the lobby waiting for them. Eric's friend Jerry came alone with some of his friends.
"Hey, looks like you studs have a couple of hot dates tonight."
"Yeah, chick magnets, that's us," Eric said with a swagger. Bart just grinned.
"Think you're going to get laid tonight?" Jerry asked, giving Eric a nudge with his elbow.
"Speaking on behalf of my irresistible friend here, I am quite confident Eric will be engaging in sex before the evening is over," Bart said as he winked at Eric.
"Now Bart, a gentleman kisses but doesn't tell. We wouldn't want to sully these fine young ladies' reputation now would we."
"We know you guys are probably virgins but there sure aren't," Jerry claimed.
"As I said, Jerry, a gentleman never tells. We may be virgins or we may have had more sex than you will by the time you graduate high school. Being a wingman for a good looking rich guy has perks you know. You're just jealous because after we are done with them, they will be spoiled and won't be satisfied dating anyone else," Eric boasted, adding to the girl's cover story why they won't date any other guys.
The girls returned from the ladies room and joined the boys. Jerry and the others made some cat calls and left.
"What the hell was that all about?" Kayla asked.
"Just adding another layer to our cover story. They think we're going to Bart's house and have sex tonight," Eric laughed.
"You told them you and Bart were having sex?" Kayla asked
"No, not with Bart, with you," Eric explained.
"No fucking way! We told you that was not part of the deal," Kayla said with her hands on her hips/
"I do not mean to offend you my dear Kayla, but I can assure you that there is no way on god's green Earth that I would get into bed with you. The same goes for you, Morgan," Bart stated emphatically.
"Calm down everyone, we never said we were, we just gave them the impression that it might happen. When we get out front, we are going in different directions so you've got nothing to worry about," Eric said.
They waited until the lobby had cleared out and then left and headed off in different directions. The boys got picked up at the next corner by Bart's Mother.
"Did you boys enjoy the movie?" she asked.
"It was great. There was a lot of action and even a sub plot that developed towards the end," Eric said, trying not to giggle.
"You should go and see a movie sometime, Mother. You might enjoy it."
"I might but none of the men I dated so far seem like the type to be caught dead in a movie theater. A concert hall, or a ballet, maybe."
"That is precisely why I suggested a movie. I was sure I would not like it but I had fun," Bart told his Mother.
"We will see. Maybe the next time I will accompany the two of you if being on a date with an older woman would not hurt your reputation," she laughed.
Eric was about to make a crude comment about dating a cougar but thankfully thought better of it and kept quiet.
The boys got a drink from the kitchen and went up stairs to go to bed. Bart prediction was spot on. Eric did get laid that night. So did Bart.
A couple more uneventful weeks passed. The cheerleading squad had won all the local cheering competitions and was going to compete in the spring statewide competition. It was a three-day event on the other side of the state, staying two nights in a hotel. Miss Collins had made room assignments and Kayla and Morgan were paired up with two different girls. They had been looking forward to having two glorious nights together but it was not to be.
The boys ran into the girls arguing with some of the other cheerleaders in the hall after school.
"No way I'm sleeping in the same room with you. You'll rape me in the middle of the night," one of them yelled at Kayla.
"Me neither," another one hollered. "I'd rather stay home than sleep in the same room as Morgan the dike."
"Hey, what the hell is going on?" Eric interrupted.
"Oh, here are your boyfriends," the first one said with air quotes when she said boyfriends.
"These two sluts are accusing us of being lesbos," Kayla said indignantly. "They don't want to sleep in the same room as Morgan or me."
Morgan explained the roommate arrangements that Miss Collins had made.
"I am not sure what this argument is about, but I would most definitely enjoy sleeping in the same room as Morgan. In the same bed as well," Bart spoke, putting his arm around Moran.
Morgan looked at Bart with tears in her eyes. She was sure their charade had come to an end.
"Please do not cry. These girls have no cause to get you upset. I think they protest too much. They are upset because they could share a room together and do depraved things to each other's bodies all night. It often the one who complains the loudest that is guilty of doing the same thing they are complaining about."
"Oh fuck you, rich boy, they are the queers, not us." one of them yelled.
Bart turned Morgan to face him and brought his lips to hers.
Eric, Kayla and the other two girls' mouths dropped open watching Bart and Morgan kiss
"Let Bart make it all better."
Bart bought his mouth back to Morgan and kissed her again, this time passionately, his tongue entering her mouth as he held her tight. After the longest two minutes in recorded history, or so it seemed to everyone watching, he broke the kiss.
"Feeling better?"
"Yes, much better," a shocked Morgan replied.
"Eric and I have our ride waiting for us. Are you and Kayla going to be okay?"
"Fucking A we are," Kayla angrily growled. " So take that, bitches and shove it up your ass!"
The other two cheerleaders hurried off down the hall, speaking to each other in a whisper.
"Forgive me for breaking the terms of our agreement but I felt it was necessary given the direction the argument was headed," Bart apologized to Morgan
"Yeah, whatever, just don't think you can do it anytime you want," Kayla warned him.
"Trust me, Kayla, that was not something I wanted to do, or will ever do again. I did it out of my duty to protect out cover story," Bart told both the girls. "Come Eric, let us go before we miss our ride."
Eric knew they wouldn't miss their ride. Bart's limo would wait for them as long as it took but he realized Bart was just using that as an excuse to get out of there.
Morgan's face had turned bright red from the kiss. She hadn't spoken a word since Bart's lips left hers. She just waved a feeble goodbye as the boys hurried towards the front door.
"Are you okay?" Kayla asked Morgan.
Still unable to speak, she just smiled and nodded her head.
"It's a good thing Mr Fancypants didn't try that with me. Cover story or not, I would have kneed him in the balls. Let's get out of here, too," Kayla growled and pulled Morgan after her to the front door. When they got outside, Morgan watched as Bart's limo pulled away, smiling and giving a small wave, blowing a kiss in his direction. Fortunately Kayla didn't see Morgan's goodbye.