Outed

After Kevin had left for his beach day trip, Tim and Stu returned to their bedroom, excited, and apprehensive.

“You still want to do this?” Asked Stu, “I mean, cast and all.” Tim nodded; Stu nodded back. “Ok, I’m going to wash out then.” More nods.

“I did that this morning.” Informed Tim. Stu shrugged.

The boys had decided they were going to take their sex to the next level. Head jobs and jacking off were great, but they wanted to fuck. After winning the game yesterday, they had decided today would be perfect timing.

When Stu returned to bed, he was all toasty warm. Tim snuggled up against him steeling some of his heat. They laughed and giggled to each other before passionately and deeply kissing.

“Fuck, you’re so hot man!” Said Stu, enraptured, “I’m so lucky I found you.” Tim lay back and pulled his lover across his chest.

“I think we both got lucky.” He replied as he snuggled more.

Stu pushed him all the way down and rearranged himself. He sat across Tim’s stomach, feeling the guy’s warmth rising up through his arse. They were both super hard, dripping hard. Stu flicked the cap off the lube pump, he squeezed a blob out and reached around to coat Tim’s meat. The chill surprised for Tim who wasn’t expecting the gel.

“I’m going to sit on you, is that ok?” asked Stu as he rose to his haunches.

“You have no idea how ok that will be,” the boy replied, a hint of desperation in his voice. “I need to be in you!” Stu carefully lowered himself, struggling at first to get his aim on target. At last, he felt Tim’s dick at his hole. He let himself down, a little too quickly to start with. He snapped back up.

“Steady man, there’s no rush.” Said Tim, his free hand seeking to guide his bottom boy downwards. Stu tried again, stopping just after he had the cock’s head inside his body.

“Oh fuck,” he said, slightly flustered, “it doesn’t feel like I’m going to open enough?”

“You will. Remember the videos we’ve watched.” assured Tim. “Give it time.”

Stu felt himself start to loosen up; it was working! That thought alone caused him to relax even more. Tim slipped in another inch, his cock getting harder, if it could.

“Oh man, I can feel you going in me,” said Stu, as yet another inch crept in. He adjusted his stance and held a while; at last, he was starting to understand the concept of ‘catching up’. He felt his ring adjust as the thickest part of Tim’s length stretched his hole wide.

He took a deep breath expecting the worst, but the pain seemed to have lessened, not entirely gone, more sort of replaced by feel-good sensations. Tim pulled himself upwards off the bed-top, he speared Stu and with it, completely embedded his manhood in his boyfriend.

“You’re fucked now,” he said, smiling.

“Stu recognised the moment for what it was, a virgin no longer, he had been, was being fucked by a guy. His guy. The smallest tears formed at the corners of his eyes.

“Is it hurting?” Asked Tim.

“No, I’m just happy it’s you.” Tim dragged his torso down and hugged him. All the while, staying embedded.

“Can we change positions?” asked Tim, “I want more space, to really feel you.”

“We can try,” answered Stu, yielding to move whichever way Tim directed. They twisted, turned and fell before Tim simply gave up and pulled free. “How do you want me?” Stu asked.

“On your back,” he directed as he re-lubed.

With Stu’s calves on his shoulders, he shuffled forwards and slowly re-entered the sweet arse he just left. He really wanted this! He felt himself getting more and more desperate. Finally, in position, he started to slide his cock in and out. His body was electric, feelings like nothing he’d ever felt before, ecstasy mixed with amazement. He fucked on.

Stu found his physical sensations shifting quickly. Initially he felt pain, then weird pleasure pain. When Tim pressed home, he just felt full.

Now though, it was different again. Fully adjusted mentally and physically, the feeling of Tim entering and leaving his arse was genuinely excellent. Oh fuck! How could it be this good? Oh fuck, he could feel his own cock starting to harden, he wasn’t even touching it.

Tim was really beginning to pick up the pace, he really wanted to pound this guy good. He was feeling hot and super horny at the same time. Oh my god, this was so fucken amazing! He was going to cum! Holy fuck! He was going to cum and he hadn’t asked if he was allowed to come inside! He realised he didn’t want to pull out, he wanted to leave his cum inside.

“I’m, I’m going to cum!” he declared with decreasing control, “can I cum in you?” he asked desperate. Stu just gave a nod, not wanting to break the spell he was in. Tim exploded; he loaded his boyfriend.

* * *

As Stu and Tim lay panting on their sex bed. Alex and Travis were cuddling in the back hatch of Alex’s car. They were parked down at the beach side. They could have stayed at Alex’s place, but they’d wanted to be on their own, after a game day filled with people.

They had partied around Stu’s pool until way late. Tim had spent the whole evening naked, after some weird bet with Stu! By the end of the night, Travis, Alex and a few of the others had also ended up nude. It had made Alex horny and with it, a desire to spend the night with Travis, again.

They had fucked when they first parked. Alex had set the seats down and used a mattress he’d recently bought for such occasions. It had been great fun, the other times they’d done it over the last few weeks had been good, but as they had gotten to know each other, it was getting better.

Alex could still feel his arse stretched from where Travis had pumped him full. They’d flip flopped over the previous encounters, but Alex was pretty sure he wanted to accept more loads than give.

As they cuddled in the morning light, they chit chatted about this and that.

“Do you think,” Alex ventured, changing the subject tentatively, “next time we fuck, you could tie me up?”

* * *

As Kevin rolled into the beach car park, he noted the blue hatchback parked deep under the tree shaded area. ‘Helen and I used to come down here to have sex,’ he thought. ‘Probably parked right there, except the trees weren’t so big back then. For all I know, that’s where we conceived Stuart.

“What’s wrong?” Asked Jane, “You’re awfully quiet?”

“I was just remembering how angry Helen’s dad was when he found out she was pregnant with Stuart.” He explained. “The angriest man on the planet, transformed into the proudest grandad ever.”

“Sometimes what people think is important, changes when they get more information, or a better perspective.” She offered. He nodded.

“I hope this coming trial isn’t too life changing” he replied, shifting topics. “Stuart will be in college by then, and finding out who he is, beyond being high school royalty. It would be good to leave all this shit behind”

“He and Tim are royalty?” Asked Jane.

“I think the whole team is, but that pair have been through a lot more, they’ll be flavour of the month for the next few weeks.” Answered Kevin.

* * *

The Jaguar idled into the prison car park silently. The recently installed HNT4000 Registration Plate Recognition System, instantly flagged its arrival.

“Shit!” exclaimed the guard on admin duty, as he picked up the phone.

“This is Jensen.” The voice answered.

“This is Reception. You said you wanted to be notified if our esteemed visitor returned, he has.”

“Shit!” exclaimed the prison warden. “Let me know if he asks to see anyone but Hilton.” He hung up and re-dialled.

“Good morning, Governor Scotten’s office.”

“Hello May I speak with the Governor please?” Jensen requested.

“I’m sorry, you’ve called the State Governor, he simply doesn’t take calls like this. He’s in the middle of budget meetings, strictly not to be interrupted.” The receptionist stated flatly, not impressed.

“This is Neil Jensen, I’m the warden at North Gate Prison, up north. Scotten told me to call him if we had a specific visitor. Currently, that visitor is signing in at my reception desk.”

“I see, one moment. I seriously doubt this will make any difference.” Responded the receptionist, miffed.

“This is Scotten, when did he arrive?” asked the Governor himself, 45 seconds later.

“This is Jensen, twenty minutes ago.” Answered the warden.

“And he’s there to visit that Hilton idiot who beat up the wharf guy.” Asked Scotten.

“I will have confirmation as soon as he finishes signing in, but I’d expect so.”

“Ok, let me know the minute he leaves.” Directed the Governor.

“Will do.” Confirmed Jensen. “Do you want me to record the meeting.”

“Are you fucken crazy!” exploded the politician, “I don’t even want the CCTV records kept. Get a fucken grip! Call me when he leaves.” The receiver went dead.

* * *

“Hilton, visitor.” Called the guard from the end of the cell as he and Nigel looked up. “Put some clothes on and get out here.” Waved the officer. Davis was instantly nervous. So was Nigel.

“If he asks you any questions about me or you being in this cell,” advised Nigel. “You tell the absolute fucken truth!” Davis nodded, and was gone.

“Good morning Davis,” greeted the visitor. “Thank you for coming so quickly.”

“No problem Sir.” Answered the prisoner.

“Sit,” Said the man gesturing towards the seat. “How is your accommodation with Nigel?”

“He’s fucking me once or twice a day, he has locked my cock, and I spend all my time naked or working out at the gym.” Answered Davis, being careful with his facts.

“Good, I think that sounds like great training.” Davis just nodded, not knowing what that meant.

“Are you aware that Mr. Canton has had to close his business?” Asked visitor. Davis nodded. “I’m not sure what your beef was with him, and I don’t care. Now though, the public has taken an interest, especially with those two boys involved.” Davis nodded again unsure where all this was heading.

“I just wanted to let you know, when it comes to trial, you’ll be pleading guilty to all charges, at the first opportunity.” Visitor stopped. “Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir, its crystal clear. I will plead guilty to everything.” Answered Davis.

“Good, good. I’m glad we have this understanding.” Visitor stood, the meeting over.

* * *

Tim found himself, face pressed deep into the mattress. He was short of breath, but it had nothing to do with the fabric against his mouth. He was being fucked, and it was blowing his mind. He’d always fantasied it would feel a certain way, the nerve endings in his arsehole were proving he had no idea what he was talking about.

Stu angled his cock a little higher. His dick was on fire with sensations he could hardly believe. He watched as his meat disappeared and reappeared constantly. He was fucking! Fucking! He could hardly believe the day had finally arrived.

When Tim had nailed him before, he’d been convinced, he was only ever going to take cock. Current events had him considering at least a 50/50 split. He smiled in pure joy as the sensations driving his cock crazy, fueled a desire to fuck this guy all day long.

He fucked for another seven minutes, before filling his boyfriend’s hole and almost fainting in bliss.

* * *

“Hello, this is Kevin,” answered Stu’s father as he and Jane pulled out of the beach car park.

“Kevin, it’s Roy.” Replied his bowling team mate. “I’m calling from the car, I hope you can hear me.”

“Roy, the sound quality is perfect.” He paused. “Just letting you know though, I have Jane with me, I’m on hands free.”

“Jane, how are you?” Asked Roy, ever the interested gentleman.

“Fine Roy, we should catch up soon.” She answered. “There’s a deal out of South America I wouldn’t mind flagging.”

“Terrific,” he answered, “let’s do lunch next week.”

“Kevin, back to you.” He switched conversations smoothly.” I just wanted you to know your boy won’t be asked to go to trial.” He paused. “I understand the fellow will be pleading guilty as charged.”

“Well,” answered Kevin. “That’s very good news. I appreciate the call.”

“I thought so. Bowling 6.30 Thursday, then pizza?”

“That’s right. We’re playing Westend.” Confirmed Kevin, “And Roy,” he paused, “Thank you.”

“Not at all. I’ll see you next week.” Replied Roy as he disconnected and relaxed back into the luxurious leather trim. What a great day, to get the Jag out of the garage.

* * *

That night as Kevin, Jane, Stuart and Tim sat around the table, Kevin called for quiet.

“I’ve been told today the Picnic Avenue thug, who beat up that Canton guy is pleading guilty.”

“Will that mean a quicker trial for me and Tim?” Stu asked with caution.

“It means there won’t be a trial, only a sentencing hearing, they don’t call witnesses.” Kevin informed.

“We don’t have to go to court?” Asked Tim. Kevin shook his head.

“No, you’re done.” Answered Kev. The table went silent.

“It’s over. The whole mess is over.” Said Stu across the table to his fellow journeyman, lover, and best friend.

It was.

Epilogue

Stuart Bolton was accepted into Worthington University the next year. His boyfriend, Tim Baxter, finally elected to accept the scholarship offer from Maidstone campus, next door. It took weeks for him to commit.

The pair rented a two bedder, three streets across from both campuses, paying too much rent, for a place where the heating was always going on the fritz.

Life remained positive until the second year neared its end. Course load pressure, decisions over out of state industry placement and Stu’s healing frustration after being knocked off his bike in a small car accident. All contributed to increasing relationship tension. They fought, a lot.

Exhausted, they decided to try a month-long trial split, agreeing to let the rental lapse. The month stretched to two, then all summer break. At different times during their final year, the pair sought to reconcile, but the timing never synchronised.

After graduation Tim accepted a role with a mid-tear in Capital. Stu went to Europe.

Both played and experimented in the gay scene, they were hot, fit guys.

Each tried relationships with varying degrees of longevity success. Tim managed two years with Dillon, but ultimately, they just didn’t gel. Stu never held a partner for more than a year.   

Five years and three months after graduation, Stu had booked tickets to return to his home country. Europe was amazing, but it wasn’t home. Distracted as he packed his bedsit flat, he dropped his cell, fatally sending it to an early grave.

As he sat the next night loading the backup to his new handset, he scrolled through his Contact list. He set about deleting the names, he’d collected but was never going to speak to again. Starting at ‘A’ he worked through, erasing more than he could believe. When he got to ‘T’ he came across Tim’s number. For the longest time his finger hovered over ‘Delete’, instead he pressed ‘Call’.

The conversation flowed like warm honey. It was rich, thick and felt golden to the mind. Tim was still in Capital, but disillusioned. He invited Stu to visit, when he got himself settled.

Two months later, the weekend Stu caught up with Tim in Capital, stretched an extra day. They went for lunch and dinners, hung with Tim’s friends, and walked the nearby shopping strips. Comfortable in each other’s space, it was an affable but hectic catch up. No real ‘alone time. Stu promised to return, as he stepped into the airport bound cab. On the flight west, he found himself, flat.

A week later at home, he came downstairs for the usual Kevin’s Sunday breakfast special. Still sleepy eyed, he was shocked to find Tim sitting with Kevin and Jane in the breakfast nook of the family home.

Tim stood to greet him, smiling and naked, just like the old days.

“Wha… what are you doing here?”

“I’ve done some thinking, I’ve come to be with you,” replied the grown man coyly. “If you’ll have me?”

Stu immediately tore off his clothes and rushed to Tim. The pair embraced in an iron grip. They kissed with a passion neither had truly felt in the last five years. Both in tears.

A minute later Kevin coughed, interrupting, they looked towards him.

“If you pair are going to continue to excite each other like you’re doing, you should go back up to bed now. We don’t want to be dodging around those, while we eat.” He said, nodding to their thickening cocks.

They looked back to each other. Four seconds later they scrambled upstairs.

To this day they remain together, an unmarried but infatuated couple.

* * *

Alex went to work in his uncle’s trucking business, he eventually made it to Operations Manager. He still likes to have sex when he’s tied up, helpless.

* * *

Jane ended up buying her own Jaguar, when the South American deal with Roy actually came off. She and Kevin married, a year after the boys left for university.

* * *

Davis Hilton was convicted of all charges. He spent four years and seven months living in Nigel’s cell. He was eligible to apply for good behaviour early release twice, he wasn’t brave enough to risk Boss intervening. He served his full term.

He took cock every day from the time he moved in. Eventually the pressure in his locked balls built to such an extent, he found himself having anal orgasms. They weren’t common, but at least he found some way of relieving the mind-numbing pressure. When he uncaged himself after release, he found he had lost two of his original seven inches. He only ever got one of those back.

Two and a half years into his sentence, it dawned on him that a life of crime had cost him dearly. He decided to seek another path. In custody he retook his high school exams, managing to pass senior year on his second attempt.

When he was released, he’d decided to keep his head down and work hard. He wasn’t going back to prison. Oddly, he found himself back on the shipping docks he had worked as a teenager. Seeking the extra hours, more training and licenses would deliver, he took the courses. He paid for them by selling his arse, his well-connected and tough workmate acted as his pimp.

With tickets in hand, he finally managed to secure a full-time dock contract with Greens Lifting. Even so, Tony occasional pushed clients to him for years afterwards.       

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