Something Different

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Glad to see you guys look for RJC. I am two chapters ahead on The Start, but it’s not doing it for me. I am really close but want to bring my A-game when it comes to you guys. I am having a hard time bringing music into this series. I feel it. I see it. But these two are the most complicated I’ve written about.

As much as I hate writing from POV, Nate has so… much to say about what’s happening. I don’t know what to do. I struggle with who will shine, Cameron, or Nathan? I relate with both of them. It’s hard being me. I’ll need feedback. RJC 

There it was; out in the open. I was acknowledging in the light of day what he had done last night and he was gonna get my best in return. Guarantied. I smiled as I walked over to clean the mess dad had made cooking me breakfast and he walked in sitting at the bar as I wiped the counter. I really should have sprayed Nate’s eyes before he left.

“You’re gonna be ok, Cam?” It was a question and an answer. I nodded over my shoulder.

“Do you want to talk, Cameron?” He asked in a different tone. He had never ever asked me if I wanted to talk. Oh, god, Dad. Do I want to talk?

I turned then rested my ass against the counter in front of the sink. I thought about what he asked, what I might say, or if he was just asking to be kind. I let him off the hook. “About what, Dad?” I almost felt like the grown-up in the room.

“Anything, Cam. Do you know what a handsome young man you’ve turned into?” He said looking at me. “And Nate has also. Maybe you should have him stay with you while I’m gone. It would be ok if you did.” What was he trying to tell me?

Now I was wondering if he was talking in code or something. “The term is Hot, Dad. And yes, he is, hot as fuck. When do you leave?” I asked realizing I had been too honest.

“I’ll leave tomorrow. One of my assistants will take me to the airport. I’ve already put a thousand dollars on your card for anything you need. If you guys want more, email me.” And he did that thing again where he cocked his head a little to one side and a smile came to his face.

I thought about what he said, ‘you guys’ he’d never put more than a hundred a week on my card and now he more than doubled it and said ‘you guys’.

“Yes, I guess Hot, as, fuck, would be a better description for the two of you. And get a haircut, Cam. I have some errands to run, and if you want we can go to that place you like for dinner” and over his shoulder, he said, “You can invite Nate if you want.”

I went to my room firing up the laptop logging on to my favorite site. I liked blowjob porn and a while ago I started watching gay blowjobs with cum shots. I now had something to help me better understand a true, cock sucking. Both sides of it; or I would have the other side the first chance I got.

I wanted to watch Nate when he was sucking me but the distraction of what he was doing didn’t allow my eyes to remain open. Sorry. I remembered looking down on him when he stopped moving his head up and down. He held half my dick in his mouth, eyes closed, and his tongue twirling and swirling around pushing me up on the roof of his mouth and side to side. I’d never felt anything like it.

After seeing him, how much he was enjoying me, the porn I was watching seemed less than what it used to be. But as I watched I started critiquing techniques and style. I didn’t get hard because I really wanted to keep my promise to Nate. After a few seins, I realized that it wasn’t just a blowjob he gave me. It was something far more.

I starting dissecting what Nathan did to me and the way he did it. I remembered the little sounds he made exploring my body and how he came from what he was doing. I thought about when he used his hand and mouth at the same time and how it felt. The way he moved, hands-free, allowing himself to feel other parts of me. If I haven’t said it was hot as fuck; it was. And I thought about how and what I wanted to do to him.

I wondered if I could do to him what he’d done to me and how I could convey that to Nathan. Would his cock in my mouth pull those sounds from me as they did him? Could I do what he did and would he come off the bed when I touched his hole with my tongue; could I even do that? Did I even want to?

I thought about the amount of time he spent before allowing me to explode in his mouth the way I did. I didn’t even warn him but he had to have known. I remembered his hands on my shoulders this morning and how it made me feel. And then he pulled the hair he sucked on last night. He was being a fuckin tease. And I smiled.

Why couldn’t I have been the one to do that to him first? He knows how much I cum. He knows how hard I shoot when he jacks me. No wonder he was chocking. I wouldn’t make the same mistake. He has made fun of the volume and distance I’ve achieved when he makes me cum. It’s even surprised me.

Now my mind moved on past that curved cock of his and I thought about his back. I really never paid a lot of attention to his ass; ok, my nose just grew. I felt it. Nate could have played sports; we both could have, but didn’t. We both could throw a football, could pitch and hit, even kick a goal if we wanted, and could pin anyone to a matt.

We did all of that with each other; not needing a team and wins to validate what we already knew. His back was; fuck; now I’m gonna get hard. We had been in school together for the last eight years and always had PE the same period. I remember the first time a kid made fun of his dick. It pissed me off.

I think we were in eighth grade and I walked up next to Nate pointing and laughing at the guy who made the comment asking if maybe he was in the wrong locker room. But back, to Nate’s, back. It was like a bunch of flashbacks to all the times I marveled at his bones and muscle. His locker was across from mine and I would watch him dry with his back to me.

I remembered watching hair grow over the years, how he grew taller, shoulders broadened, and how fewer comments were made about his dick that put most to shame. I digress. Back, to Nathan’s, back. His calves were a splendor of black curly hair that thinned up the back of his thighs. His ass; don’t get me started.

I can’t grow hair like he does; well, below the waist. I have seen him bend over and am amazed at the view every time. The hair grows up and over the firm mounds, between his legs into the crack, his balls and part of his dick hanging below from behind. I haven’t seen his hole but I’m pretty sure. Then there is the way he dries his back.

I thought to last week when he was doing what he had hundreds of times. That was the first time he ever turned to see if I was watching. The fucker. He knew I was and wanted me to know; he knew I was.

He would move his hands back and forth until he got to that ass of his; then he’d move his butt back on forth instead of his hands then slowly bend to do his legs. ‘JUST FUCKIN STABE ME IN THE HEART.’ I need something slippery. As I rolled back to the side of my bed for the shit I used my phone dinged. A text.

I ran a line up the front and around the head then grabbed my phone. Dad. ‘I want to make a reservation. Two or three?’

I had totally forgotten about dinner. I texted Nate. ‘Wanna do dinner?’ And I stroked in the lube.

‘I’m not that cheap!’ came back in ten seconds.

‘I’ll tell my dad three. I hope I can afford you. My favorite place at five.’ And I stroked some more

I had worked up a good rhythm as I texted dad with my other hand. And I stopped. For the first time in my life, I wanted to look good tonight. I pulled my shorts off wiping my dick then spit in my hand and another few strokes just for good measure.

I must have tried on every pair of pants I had. I knew the place was upscale and the pants that looked best were anything, but. I did find a crisp white shirt and a sports coat from dad’s closet along with shoes I’d never worn.

I walked out when dad got back and after getting in I laughed at him. He’d got this a month ago; an Escalade. It was pearl white, slammed to the ground, and now had black pinstriping. On every corner, all the doors and hood; little half-inch stick figures in compromising positions.

“You’re showing your age, Dad,” I said pulling in to the restaurant.

Nate got out of his twelve-year-old Camry and we looked at each other. He was wearing washed-out jeans and what he had was to the right and down; it couldn’t be hidden. The shirt was white with black circles; white high tops and a leather coat. His hair was parted in the middle and feathered. He was bringing his A-game.

As we walked to the door Dad threw me the keys; “Happy early Birthday, Sport.”

After we were seated dad told me how this project would be life-changing for us. All I had to do was apply at the college of my choice and he would make it happen. I looked at Nate. The realization of being separated put a look on our faces that Dad saw. For Nathan, there was never talk of college. And it was like a bucket of cold water dumped on me.

“Are your grades as good as his?” My dad asked.

“If it wasn’t for my help his wouldn’t be as good as mine, Sir.” And I reached over punching him in the arm.

“I was just playing dumb to make you feel better.”

I thought I was being funny. Nate stood. “Do you think I’m dumb, Cameron?” I couldn’t believe he’d ask me that or the look in his eyes.

“Look at him. Sit your asses down; both of you.” And we did.

“Look, guys. I want Cam to be happy, get the best education. He can get the best education but won’t be happy unless he can share it with you, Nathen. I’ll be able to pay for the full boat. Both of you. Where ever you want to go.”

I looked at Nate shaking his head in disbelief. I thought about it for the first time; what life would be without him and I realized he’d been thinking about it for a while. He got up and sat next to my Dad sobbing on his shoulder repeating thank you. I sat looking at my dad who had tears running over his cheeks just like mine. He saw something this morning that neither Nate or I thought others could see. I mouthed thank you to my dad. And he nodded.

We all laughed over a two-hour dinner. I paid closer attention to my dad who did look really good for a guy twice our ages. He would give me a knowing look from time to time. I have to assume it was knowing; or he was dumber than tape. I wanted to just fuckin jump Nate right there.

We all stood outside the restaurant and my dad made a head motion to the Uber. “I’m staying in town tonight. Email me if you need anything, Cam. If I can I will be back for graduation. Take care of each other.” And he pulled us in. It was a dad huge.

I wanted to reach for Nathan’s hand as we walked to our cars. My dad just answered so many questions we had and we could stay together if that’s what we wanted.

“Pick me up in the morning, if your soccer mom's car will start.” He went to do a fist bump, but moved and raised his hand for an up high. “Too slow, Cam.” He went low and I smacked his hand.

“You could come home with me, Nathan,” I assured. He had to know what I was saying.

“The day I go home with you, Cameron will be the day we go home together.” And he pulled me close to bonk our heads. It could have been a kiss.

I watched him get in his car and drive away. I stood there for a while with my new keys in hand. I looked back to see my dad watching me. I was going to walk over to him but he opened the door of the Uber then it drove away looking back at me.

I could see the smile on his face. I know he knew what he was doing giving us a free ride the way he did. My dad was either dumber than a terd or was the smartest man I knew. I got in my soccer mom's car and drove home.

Undressing I remembered how Nate looked tonight; I’m sure he was going commando just like I was. I don’t usually leave my door open and rarely put a towel on the bed. It wasn’t a regular night. I didn’t dump a ton of lube on myself right away. I explored as Nate had done. My fingers moved like feathers across parts that Nathan found.

I sucked my fingers. I pinched and pulled my nipples making myself scream. I squeezed my balls so hard remembering both of them in Nate’s mouth. I reached for the lube. If a little is good; more is better. I was smooth down there except for the arrow I did in my pubes this morning; point aiming down. I was getting good at this.

I knew I was going to do something different. I thought about how he ran his tongue over my hole and the time he spent there. I’d never done this but knew I had to. I pulled up the playlist on my phone and hit the arrow. How can you not fuck yourself without music? I had gotten a little carried away with the lube and was thankful for the towel as I bent my half-hard stick down between my cheeks feeling it on my hole.

I was lost. As hard as I tried I couldn’t reproduce the way He made me feel. I didn’t get more than half-hard and gave up before cuming. Time for a shower and some self-reflection. I ran my hands over myself thinking about us showering together; after. I thought about the next month and wondered if he wanted to play house or what that would even look like.

I set my alarm throwing the towel in the direction of dirty clothes then crawled between the same sheets we did last night and I pulled his pillow to my face smelling my best friend. I thought about him. We had known each other for almost three thousand days. That’s a long time. Over four hundred weekends and the last hundred and fifty Nathan and I had been building up to today. Or last night.

I was shocked when the alarm went off. It seemed like a minute ago when all that shit was cascading down on me. I didn’t need to but showered again. I put on the same clothes from last night; still, commando, the white shirt and my dad’s blazer with the sleeves rolled up. And now a hat I never had the nerve to wear,

“You got to lose that fuckin hat or I won’t even get in the car.” He said after opening the door. “It’s bad enough that you’re driving your stepmoms car.”

“You can fuckin walk or take the bus;” and I started backing up.

“Ok. OK. But you got to lose the hat dude. It’s for your own good.” And after smiling at him I threw it in the back.

It was like any other day; well it was and wasn’t. We still did the hall ruff housing, it was harder watching the way Nate flirted with all the girls; guess I did the same thing but, something different. It was the same as it had always been, Cam and Nate walking down the hall side by side, everyone moving as our stride never changed.

It was at lunch things change. I didn’t even realize. I’d watched this playout for the last hundred days when Chip, with a big one on his shoulder, would square off with Nate. I couldn’t even remember what started it back then but. Fuck? What am I doing? I was in front of Nathan and Chip was going to get my best shot.

Nate curled his arm in mine halting my rage into Chip’s face when all the stars appeared. It didn’t last long and I pulled Nate off Chip who I am sure will never cross paths with him again.

“What the hell did you do, Nate?”

“Since when do you have to get between me and anyone, Cameron?” And now we were locked in eye wars.

I saw how he was shaking. He must have hit Chip ten times and was realizing he did all that because Chip hit me. The same reason I was gonna hit Chip.

“You ok?” I asked and he nodded.

“He hits like a girl; just so you know,” I said with a smile.

“Well, the next time that girl is going to hit you, cover your face, dumbass. Why did you do that, Cam?” He asked with both hands on my shoulders.

How could I answer his simple question? How would he answer mine? A guy hit me once; one time, and if I hadn’t pulled Nate off him.

Pulling away I asked, “Cheeseburgers or salads?”

My fork was full of greens with blue cheese dripping from all sides as I watched him. I’d never really looked at him like this before. I hadn’t realized he’d stopped eating and was looking at me. I lied when I said I hadn’t looked at him like this before; I had.

“CJ? You are kind of creeping me out.” And he smiled. “What are you thinking about?” He asked with a quick eyebrow thing.

“You could totally pull off that hat; you know?” And I laughed.

“That was a nice try but that’s not what you are thinking about.” He knew.

I rubbed my cheek and he said, “I think Chip hits a little harder than a girl. You’re starting to get a bruise on your cheek. Why did you step in front of me?”

I thought about his question and didn’t know how to answer him. Nate can take care of himself so why did I do that. It was no different than any other day when Chip would posture, maybe a shove, but never came to blows.

I answered with a question of my own, “Why did you fuck him up like that, Nate?”

“I refuse to stand by and let anybody blindside someone I.” And he stopped.

There it was. He did that for the same reason I stepped in front of him and he almost said it without even thinking.

“You’re doing that thing your Dad does.” He said looking at me.

“I don’t think my Dad is picturing you in that hat. Just, the hat.” And I did a quick eyebrow thing. We were fucking flirting.

“Cameron Jones. You are a bad boy”

“I’m a very bad boy.”

“Lose those eyes, Cam before someone sees.” And I realized how I was looking at him.

Nate followed my eyes and he knew someone was standing behind him. “Mr. Dickerson? My office. You too, Mr. Jones.” Fuck.

“I watched the tapes, Mr. Dickerson. I think you broke his nose. Three days.”

“You saw him, sucker punch, Cam. The little bitch deserved to have his perfect nose broke. He has been asking to have his ass handed to him for months.”

I rested a hand on Nate’s arm and said, “Don’t make it worse.” And pulled my hand back.

“You are not blameless in all this, Mr. Jones. Two days.”

“That’s just fucking wrong, Mr. Long. Cameron didn’t even throw a punch.”

“Three days,” he said pointing at Nate and with his finger in my face said “Two days. We’re done.” And he got up.

We walked out of his office and down the stairs when Cass came up slipping her arm into Nate’s. “He likes you.” She stated. And Nate looked at me.

“Chip, dumb ass. He likes, like, likes you.”

And we both stopped with “What?” coming out of our mouths at the same time.

“He’s been fucking around with one of the other jocks for a while. It’s all us girls have been talking about. Oh, don’t go looking so surprised. You either, Cameron Jones. Are you two fuckin blind. There are as many guys turning to watch you two as girls.”

Again, “WHAT?”

“You two are something else. Do you guys even know how fucking hot you are?”

“Chip is gay?” Nate said looking at me with confusion written all over his face.

“I hate labels. I think he swings both ways. What about you two?” She asked.

Again. “WHAT?” came out of our mouths.

“You guys have been joined at the hip for the last four years. Like literally, joined at the hip.” And now her hands were resting on hers.

“WHAT?” I’d just been kicked out of school for two days. The guy standing next to me had. Last night.

“Oh. I see. You’re in denial. It’s common for boys.” As she punctuated the words with her lips

“What?” I couldn’t have put more emphasis on the question. I am quick on my feet and have a sharp tongue but all I had was that one word.

“Oh. Can you find another word? You two are the hottest couple in this school.”

“WHAT?”

“Oh god. See you guys in a couple days.” And she walked away.

“What the fuck just happened?” Nate asked out loud. “She thinks we’re a couple; like as in boyfriends. You need to take me home, Cam.”

I started walking. There was a battle going on in my brain. I’d never thought about, or labeled my sexuality. Yes, Nate and I, had been jacking each other for over a year. Yes, lots of guys do it and aren’t gay. Some even suck their buddies off. Doesn’t make them gay. Chip, is gay?

We sat in the car. “What are you doing Cameron?” He asked me.

“I’m not taking you home.”

“Then I’ll walk.” And he went to open the door. I hit the lock. We played button war for a minute.

“You’re coming home with me and I’m gonna tear you up!”

“The whole school thinks we’re boyfriends. And Chip has been crushing on me. Ewe. Chip.” And I put the car in drive.

We drove in silence until he said, “Maybe I am.”

“Maybe you are what?”

“I really liked what we did the other night.” He said.

“So did I and we’re gonna do it again,” I told him pulling into the garage.

“I’m gonna take a shower, Nate. I won’t use all the hot water.” I announced as he watched me climb the stairs.

As I scrubbed myself I was hoping he would still be here when I got out. The whole gay thing was really bothering him. It should have been bothering me, but wasn’t. The thought of him and what I had in store had half boned me. I’d dried and walked back into my room; he was sprawled out on my bed smacking my fleshlight in his hand.

“How long have you had this???” He asked.

“You’re digging through my shit???”

“You. You are a very, bad, boy, for not sharing.”

“I didn’t use all the water. Wanna get clean?” I asked and he smiled.

Again I watched as he put on a display of taking his clothes off. I thought about what I was going to do to him. How I was going to start, how it would end, and everything in between. I’d thought about jacking off in the shower just to get it out of the way. And he walked in.

He had dried in the bathroom and walked in half hard. I got up and directed him to the bed, face down. I stood looking upon him with his head turned to the right; arms up like a goalpost. I grabbed his right foot bending his knee and sucked his big toe for a minute before running my tongue across the bottom of his foot. He squirmed.

“That tickles, Cam.”

“Do you want me to stop?” He didn’t have to answer.

From your Author:

I always like to ask readers if what you spent the last twenty minutes on, was it worth it. Many of you have different goals when you read; looking for something specific. This is and will be, much more than that. If you can’t wait for chapter three; I still have it. Read the comments. Comment to me or comment to one of the others. RJC.