The Outcast Club

The park was just above Spanish Fort across the bay from Mobile. There had been improvements over the years, adding cabins, RV sites and other amenities. It was also where a reunion of sorts was to be held. Five years after graduation The Outcast Club was to come together, to renew their friendships pulled apart by the rituals of life. In grade school they had been the ones picked on. Bullied or made fun of for one reason or another. Bobby for being a tall skinny awkward kid whose bullying began with three of the football players after he inadvertently got them caught cheating on a test. Emily for struggling with her weight, a problem made difficult by her diabetes. She struggled with her self-confidence and the snide comments pointed her way and it was their little club that helped her through it. Alejandro was one of only five immigrant students in the small county school and thus an outsider for that reason alone, even though he was attractive, easy going and friendly. When one of the girls tried to get him to ask her out, she was criticized by her friends for socializing with ‘one of them’.  Blake had been a studious boy, reading books when others were playing games, and his grades were always the top of the class. Therefore, he was in the club for he made the others look bad in front of their teachers, and the popular students, the main cliques, were never to made to look bad. Sharon was part of the group for being poor. She wore clothes handed down, bought at the Goodwill store in Greenville or made by her grandmother, who raised Sean, her brother, and her. She struggled with acne and was skinny and pale and therefore bullied by the jocks relentlessly, only saved the others in their club. And finally, there was Taylor, shorter than the other boys, androgynous, and painfully shy. His mannerisms were considered not masculine enough and he was bullied for it, called fag and queer. It made him part of The Outcast Club.

It was a club of six, one not formally created, but formed over the years by necessity. A group that supported each other, protected each other, without judgment or criticism. Graduation had arrived with a relief the other students could not begin to understand, but the six of them knew they would be heading off in different directions, finding their own way in life. They were resolved to this fact but felt a need to hold on to their friendships any way possible, through social media sites and even traditional letters. That night after graduation, the six of them at Blake’s house, sitting around a firepit talking of their future, they made a pact to return in five years. They held up their drinks and toasted to the plan. A reunion of The Outcast Club, to come back together for a weekend and share in their experiences to date.

Bobby arrived just around four in the afternoon, checked in at the Ranger station and found his way through the park to the cabin he had rented for the weekend. He felt melancholy, a sadness at how their plans had unraveled. Maybe five years had been too soon for the others. College degrees not yet received, marriages or other events had conspired to make the reunion a bust. And there had been other factors he could not think of. But for Bobby, there still was a need to come. To be here even if the others could not. He set up inside the cabin and hiked around the park till the sun was low in the western sky. He opened a bottle of whiskey and grilled a hamburger. Sitting at the firepit, legs stretched out in front of him, he tried to think of the good times the six of them had. Those moments when they were at a movie or someone’s house playing games or just listening to music while making their big plans for the future. He made another drink, unsure of how many he had had so far, and watched the fire consume the wood.

How long he had been sitting there he didn’t know. His cup held only ice and he let it slip from his fingers, falling into the dirt. The fire was down to glowing embers, a warm red glow that barely broke the darkness. He couldn’t stop thinking of the others, none more than Taylor and Alejandro. The three of them had been very close. There had been many a Saturday or Sunday it had been just the three of them playing video games or out cruising around one of the nearby towns. He knew there was more to it, this friendship, and after five years he still struggled with admitting the core truth.  

Taylor was the one that changed everything between the three of them. The night he admitted he was gay, that the rumors at school were true. For Bobby, it still came as a shock, something he tried not to think about. It was something that scared him, for there were times he looked at other boys with more desire than he felt from looking at girls. He was attracted to girls, liked the ones that were outgoing, physical in a way he was not. But he felt this same attraction to some boys, a longing for something to happen with them. He knew if it hadn’t been for Alejandro, he might have made a grave error that afternoon. He had been so scared of his own sexual urges that he almost reacted badly toward Taylor.

Alejandro had shrugged his shoulders, telling Taylor he didn’t care. He had even gone so far as to say he still loved him no matter what. It was something Alejandro could do the others struggled with. This openness of his feelings. He could say ‘I love you man’ and mean it. And it would make you say it back, unashamed at the intimacy of it. Bobby remembered how Alejandro sat next to Taylor, arm around his shoulder, as he told Taylor he had a confession.

“I knew it already.”

“What? How?”

“Come on, Taylor. I see how you look at other boys, and never the girls. I know that look. But it’s okay”, then he looked at me sitting in Taylor’s desk chair. “What about you?”

“What about me, what?”

“You good with Taylor?”

“Yeah…I’m good.”

Alejandro pulled our attention to the video game we had been playing and for the next hour or so, it wasn’t mentioned again. Then out of the blue, with no warning Alejandro brought it up, making his own confession.

“You know, I like the girls, but I’d have sex with a guy if he was the right one.”

“What?” Bobby asked, laughing nervously.

“Really” asked Taylor.

“Really. I mean sex is about making each other feel good. An intimacy between two people, so why not. If I like someone, boy or girl…why not.”

Bobby didn’t comment, let this confession go, pushing them to get back to the game. But he saw how Taylor looked at Alejandro after that. And he couldn’t get the idea of it out of his head. He too began to look at other boys with greater longing and wondered if he was more inclined to be attracted to them instead of girls. Was it a fear that made him look at girls, pretend they were the sex that attracted him the most?

For the last five years he had grown more introverted. Isolated himself even more than before, no longer having their little Outcast Club for moral support. He’d gone to the community college for two years, then transferred to one of the state universities. He was studying marine biology, something that fascinated him, and in his lab work and studies, he could work alone. He remembered how the fall after graduation, attending classes at the community college, Taylor and Alejandro had messaged him. They had been seeing each other over the last month. Not just hanging out playing video games or going to movies. But they had been dating, going out as a couple, and they had been sexually active. Bobby didn’t need them to confess to the latter, for it was obvious.  After five years, he still remembered how it made him feel. Left out and more alone than before.

Bobby had dozed off when a rustling sound woke him. He looked at the fire wondering if it had shifted in some way, afraid an ember had popped out. Then he stared into the darkness that surrounded him. The shadows created by the silvery moonlight. The tall narrow silhouettes of pine and oak trees, the outline of another cabin barely discernable through the trees and to his left two figures approaching him.  He recognized them immediately, held his breath, unbelieving what he was seeing. Alejandro strolled into the dim red glow of the dying fire, leading Taylor by the hand. They looked as they did five years ago. Same style of clothes, Alejandro in a tank top showing off his dark muscular arms and shoulders and cargo shorts while Taylor wore a white t-shirt and jeans. It was how they had dressed so often in the past.

“Alejandro? Taylor? What…”

“Hey Bobby” Alejandro interrupted him.

“Why are you sitting out here alone?” asked Taylor coming up to his side putting a hand on his shoulder.

“I…we were supposed to be here. We were supposed to come back for a reunion of The Outcast Club.”

“But Bobby, we’re not outcast anymore. You’re not an outcast” said Alejandro as he held out his hand to help Bobby to his feet.

“Where are we going” Bobby replied as he stood before his two closest friends, the two he missed the most.

“Inside” replied Taylor as he headed up the steps followed by Alejandro who was leading Bobby to follow.

They moved into the small cabin, crossing the dark room with ease as they made their way into the one small bedroom in back. A queen bed occupied most of the room and Alejandro led Bobby to the foot of it as Taylor climbed on it.

“Bobby, why are you not following your wants? Your desires? You have to move on with your life” Alejandro uttered in a low breathless voice as he pulled Bobby’s t-shirt upward. Bobby raised his arms and let the shirt slip along their long length and off. It floated to the floor as Alejandro worked to undo his shorts. He felt like he was in a fog, his vision blurring at the edges. It couldn’t be real, but he felt Alejandro’s fingers brush against his stomach as his shorts loosened, then fell around his ankles. Those fingers pulled at the waist band of his boxers, worked them down till they fell on top of his shorts. He looked over at Taylor who was dropping his boxers to the floor, now naked, cock already half hard. He looked at Alejandro and saw his bare upper body. It was toned, muscular and the skin was dark and smooth. He reached out and touched him, his fingers gliding over the smooth firm chest.

Alejandro stood naked and pulled Bobby to him, hugging their bodies together. Cocks hardened between them, pushing against each other. Bobby moaned, making Taylor smile at him.

“Bobby, come to bed” said Taylor as Alejandro pushed him to ease down on it. They lay together, arms and legs intertwined. Bobby felt hands move over his body, the first time another guy had touched him. He had longed for this moment, obsessed over it happening, but for five years he denied himself this pleasure. This fulfillment of his desires.

Alejandro moved down his back, lips touching him constantly along his spine. Taylor held his chin and kissed him, lips pressing against lips. He cried out into Taylor’s mouth as he felt Alejandro’s tongue rake along his ass, probe between his cheeks touching him in a way he had only dared to dream of. He had toyed with his ass, fingered it while masturbating, but he’d never felt the wet slickness of another’s tongue. The way it would slide over the skin, circle around his opening then press against its tightness. He shivered at the manipulation as Taylor moved along his jaw to his left ear. He felt the lobe sucked into the wetness of Taylor’s mouth, then the soft tug and nip of teeth.

“Bobby, you know you want this. You know this is who you are” Taylor whispered in his ear as fingers penetrated his hole, pushed through its tightness then twisted and turned opening him up. “Don’t let others dictate your life” Taylor’s voice echoed in his mind as he felt Taylor moving. He opened his eyes and saw him lying next to him. “Bobby” Taylor whispered, and Alejandro helped guide him to move on top of Taylor, to slip between the spread legs. He felt a hand on his cock, guiding it to Taylor, holding it out as he moved down. He felt the tightness fight against his entry, then the slow stretch of Taylor’s opening. The head of his cock squeezed through the tightness making him shudder with the sensation. He pushed slowly, gently, working every inch into Taylor.

Alejandro moved over him as he held still, letting Taylor loosen to his penetration. He felt Alejandro’s thick cock push between his cheeks, rub up and down till he felt wet. He pushed upward, wanting so much more. He felt the fat blunt head press against his tightness then painfully stretch him open. He shuddered and pumped his hips in short strokes, working his cock inside Taylor while Alejandro’s piston in his own hole. Taylor hugged him; skinny arms tight around his neck.

“Fuck me…come on Bobby, fuck me” whispered Taylor.

Bobby began to work his hips to drive his cock into Taylor’s depths only to feel Alejandro’s cock sink into his at the same time. They were connected, the three of them, in this most intimate of ways. Sexually. Hard cocks penetrating deeply.

Their pace slowly increased, Taylor begging Bobby to fuck him harder as he clung to him, hugged their bodies together. Bobby felt every inch of their contact. Heaving chests against each other. Taylor’s cock pressed into his stomach. His own cock buried into him all the way. He thrust through Taylor’s tight opening and into his depths as Alejandro fucked him. He couldn’t focus on any one sensation. Not that of his own cock inside Taylor or that of Alejandro’s cock inside his body. Thrusting inward, pushing into Taylor’s depths over and over till his body felt feverish. He was hot, burning up with his exertions wedged between his two friends. His skin grew wet and their bodies moved slickly over each other.

Alejandro nipped at his neck while fucking faster, rougher, bodies smacking together. It pushed Bobby to fuck with the same intensity, the same rhythm, and he hammered his cock inside Taylor. The stimulation was intense. The way Alejandro moved inside him. The way his own cock ached it was so hard. He felt the surge of release. His entire body responding to this need. He shuddered, cried out as he buried his cock within Taylor. His cock flexed with every ejaculation as he filled Taylor with his load.

“I can feel you coming” Alejandro whispered as he kept fucking Bobby, hammering cock into his depths making every ejaculation more intense. Then he pushed in all the way and shuddered with his release.

Bobby tried to sit up, gain his bearings after loosing himself in their sex. Alejandro pulled him over, grasping his still hard cock. He felt the hand stroke him, slickly moving along his length, keeping him hard, wanting, needing more of this pleasure.

“Come on, Bobby, we’re not finished. Fuck me. I want you to fuck me too” Alejandro whispered as he guided Bobby to his opening. “Do it. Put it in me” he added breathlessly, and Bobby pushed into him, felt his cock squeeze through a tightness once again. He eased inward till his hips pressed against Alejandro’s ass. He held himself up on his hands, working his hips, driving his cock into Alejandro. He saw Taylor moving around on the bed, coming up to their heads on his knees. Looking up he saw Taylor lean over and kiss him on the mouth.

“You see how it feels? It can’t be wrong, can it?” Taylor whispered then stood up on his knees. Bobby saw the hard cock in his face. It was dark red, the head flared out wider than the shaft and he saw it drool with its arousal. “Take me, Bobby…please.”

Bobby thrust into Alejandro and opened his mouth to Taylor. It raked over his lips then slipped through them and over his tongue. He tasted the precum, the odd sweetness of it and he let Taylor push all the way into his mouth.  He fucked Alejandro with an urgency, as if his life depended on it. The bed rocked, squeaked in rhythm of their fucking. It fueled Bobby’s urgency, this rocking in rhythm with his fuck. Taylor grab him by the hair and held his head up, fucking his mouth. He moved mindlessly with it. Hips working back and forth, thrusting his cock into Alejandro while Taylor used his mouth.

Hands held him by the ass cheeks, and he heard Alejandro urge him on, begging him to cum. Taylor pulled from his mouth and moved around behind him and he felt a penetration once again, this time Taylor sinking into his depths. Every movement added to his arousal. It pushed him to the edge till he was hammering his cock inside Alejandro.

“FUCK” Bobby exclaimed as he came again, this time inside Alejandro. He pumped his hips till spent, unable to endure further stimulation, and he collapsed on top of him. Taylor lay on his back and moved slickly over him, grinding cock into his depths. He heard the increase in Taylor’s breathing, the way his thrust became ragged and he knew Taylor was filling him with his load.

He was exhausted, every muscle aching from his exertions. He snuggled down between Alejandro and Taylor and slipped off to sleep.

Bobby opened his eyes and struggled to remember where he was at. Sunlight poured in through the open windows and the room seemed brighter than the day before. He was laying in the middle of the bed flat on his back. He looked up at the exposed wood roof rafters, then cut his eyes around the room. ‘The cabin’ he remembered, then it came back to him. All of it, every detail from the night before and he sat up in a panic. He looked around the room to see if anyone else was in it. He was alone, but it didn’t stop him from freaking out. He threw the covers off and looked at his body, for some mark or sign, something that would speak to last night being something other than what he was remembering. His cock was flaccid, something it never was in the morning and there were remnants of dried cum on his thigh. Then he felt it, this spent feeling, sated. His body ached from some exertion and there was the sense he had had sex. A sense he had opened to another’s penetration. It scared him for it couldn’t be true.

He jumped out of bed and raced into the small bathroom and splashed water in his face. Looking in the mirror he looked for signs of insanity. Could he see it, if he was going insane? Leaning on the vanity, he stared in the mirror, forcing himself to calm down and remember. As much as he knew it couldn’t be true, he remembered how Alejandro and Taylor had arrived last night, came to him out of the darkness. He remembered their sex. The three of them in bed together. He struggled to breath and felt like he was going to vomit.

“No, no, no, no…it couldn’t be real” he uttered as he went to the small kitchen area and poured a glass of water, chugging it down, heavy swallow after heavy swallow, till it was gone, and he poured another.

He sat down and leaned forward putting his head down between his knees. ‘Breathe’ he told himself and he slowed his breathing calming himself down. He sat up and replayed the nights events back. He remembered how they approached him, led him into the house, helped him undress, then… on the bed…the sex. But the thing that stuck out the most was the admonishments and the words of encouragement. He remembered all of them, the way they encouraged him to move on with his life, to live it as he wanted.

But it couldn’t have been Alejandro and Taylor. Any of the others and it would have made sense, but not the two of them. Not when they were gone.

Three years ago, they had gone to a Halloween party, one thrown over in Pensacola. Sometime during the early morning hours after the party, on the drive back to Mobile, Alejandro was believed to have fallen asleep behind the wheel. The truck driver said that both of them appeared to be asleep when they crossed the line and into his path. The wreck took them; instantly they were gone. It had been hard for the other four of them, but more so for Bobby. They had been his closest friends and the ones he wanted to emulate, to live as they were living. It took months for him to get over it. He struggled with classes that fall, nearly dropping out a couple of times.

It was three years ago, last night. Halloween night. Their reunion was also to be party, one with costumes and candy. It was to be a joyous time. After the wreck Blake, then Sharon backed out, and eventually even Emily said it was for the best, that it wouldn’t be the same without them. Bobby had been resigned to the fact they were going to go their own ways, that loosing Alejandro and Taylor had ended The Outcast Club.

After he made himself eat a sandwich at lunch, the first food he was able to get down, he went out on the porch and just sat. He didn’t look at his phone, didn’t check the news or answer text messages from Blake, Sharon or Emily. A butterfly bounced up and down, on air currents too weak to feel, moving along the edge of the porch. Two squirrels chased each other through the oak tree, barking at one another. Occasionally he saw campers driving in or out and a few hiking by on their way to one of the trails. The day grew hotter than it should for the first of November, but it felt good to Bobby. The heat seemed to relax his muscles, as well as his mind.

After an hour or so, everything grown quiet, he settled down, felt his body finally relax, tell himself it wasn’t real. He had imagined it. Suddenly he felt a need to move about. To go out among the other campers and hike one of the trails. He went inside and put his boots on, filled a water bottle and picked up his phone to use the camera. Door locked, he strolled down the narrow lane back toward the trail heads. He passed several cabins, most with families staying in them, children running around the grounds at each one. He waved and spoke when spoken to. He felt alive, the scare from the morning making him want to do something. He cut through a tent camping area, passing large tents with more families, smaller tents with couples or small groups. Near the edge he came upon a lone tent, a small one, set up under an old oak tree.  He could smell the grill and the faint scent of the meat that had been on it earlier. As he drew near, he heard the zipper move up and saw the front flaps open and a guy ease out. Zipper pulled back up, the guy stood up, stretched his arms out, twisting his torso back and forth.

Bobby openly stared at him, finding him attractive. Dark hair and a muscular body that spoke of some manual labor. A body like Alejandro had from working with his father in their landscaping business. In the past he would have put his head down and sped up. He would have avoided any contact, afraid to reveal himself. But now he wanted to feel the excitement of the possibility. He wanted to see if there was chance the guy would return his stare. If so, would it have the same longing to it. The guy turned and came toward the lane.

“Hey, how’s it going” said Bobby as they got close to each other.

“Good. Out for hike?”

“Yeah, decided I needed to go exploring one of the trials.”

“You by yourself?”

“Yes.”

“If you’d like some company, I wouldn’t mind hiking with someone.”

“That would be nice. I’m Bobby.”

“Bobby, I’m AJ.”

“Well, come on AJ, let’s hike.”