The Start

‘I’m the Lucky one.’

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You’ve returned. I’m flattered. I asked for comments to help steer me in the right directions but as of yet haven’t received any. So I will plug along. It’s a sad day when someone can read for an hour and still not comment or rate. RJC

We walked from the gym shedding the skin colored wigs and trench coats than walked to the parking lot even though it was only ten thirty. Rick followed me to my house; I was buzzing. What did we just do?

He was on my heels going down the stairs and into my room. I had never wanted him more, never wanted anyone more, but in a different way; a romantic way. I undressed him, pushed the body shirt over his shoulders then slid his jeans and underwear to the floor. I pulled his shoes and socks off, the shorts and jeans were lost.

I was still fully clothed and already on my knees; I took him in my mouth as I grew in my own pants. Pictures of Rick played on the curtains of my eyelids; he was ridiculously handsome; no, It was more than that.

I stood and pushed him to my bed. He fell back and the head of his glistening tool rested an inch above his bellybutton. He looked at me as I shed my clothes.

“Dean Honey, are you home early?”

“Fuck…” My Mom. That ended that.

We arrived the next day to kind of a mob. Julie and Kathy were waiting to take their place next to us and we walked in. It was strange, all conversation stopped, and everyone was looking at us. Both Rick and I glanced around; he turned to me.

Rick grabbed his balls, went up on the toes of his shoes and sang, “You got to feel that beat and we can ride the boogie, feel that beat of love. I want to rock with you; all night,” He was total Michael. And he turned to look at me.

I laughed, pulled the hat from my head covering my balls and sang, “Just take it slow we got so far to go, Dance you into the sunlight,” and pushed my hat over his face. There were some claps and wolf calls; things just started to move again.

I hadn’t been in class for two minutes when a girl walked in and gave the teacher a note. I watched him and his eyes met mine. He saw me looking and made a motion with his head to come up. I sure as hell hadn’t been here long enough to be in trouble.

I was expected in the Principals’ office. I showed up and walked in with Rick. We looked at each other as the secretary ushered us into his office as he hung up the phone. The secretary closed the door.

Before he could say a word a voice came over his phone, “The Superintendent is on hold, Sir.”

“Yes Sir, it sure started a shit storm.” There was a pause as he listened, “The School Board? I can’t speak for the boys but I will talk to them soon, I assure you. The change was immediate. It was powerful.” Another pause and Rick and I looked at each other. “Thank you, Sir.” And he hung up the phone.

“You signed off on it, Mr. Long. You watched the rehearsal so there is no way we should be in trouble.” I told him.

“You boys aren’t in trouble. You have become district stars. The Principal’s from the other two High Schools want you to do the same show for their students. The School Board wants to acknowledge you at the next board meeting.”

“So we’re not in trouble?” Rick asked.

“Hell… no. I felt the change this morning. This building has a certain vibration when all my kids are here. It was different this morning and I think it’s because of what you did yesterday. After your assembly, kids filed into the office to report bullying, harassing behavior, and bashing.

I’ve never seen anything like it. Do you two even know what you did? You made the hair on my arms stand up and gave me goosebumps, for Christ sake. I’m so proud of you.”

“We didn’t mean too,” Rick said.

“The two of you together are, Hell, I don’t know. What you did changed the climate of our school.” He said.

“We didn’t mean, too,” Rick said again sounding like an echo.

“Go back to class and we’ll see how the day goes. You both have detention for leaving after the assembly.” And he dismissed us.

Our table at lunch was standing room only. Julie was next to me and Kathy was next to Rick. We had people thanking us, people who never looked at us before were giving us a nod. I remembered what Long said this morning and I plugged in.

I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds. I went deeper and turned my palms up feeling the vibration that we all put off. Somehow I could filter shit out and as I moved my head around I could tune into conversations. Everyone was talking about us.

I suddenly felt claustrophobic. I pushed my tray away, got up, and walked to the stairs leading to the parking lot. I could hear Rick behind me and as his hand fell on my shoulder I saw Long standing at the doors shaking his head back and forth.

“My Office,” he said as he made a motioned with his head and eyes.

“We’re leaving,” I announced.

“My Office,” he said again.

We sat there as he paced back and forth. “I hate the fucking press.” He finally announced. “Look, they are expecting something. They want to know how you guys came up with this.”

“We were just fucking around,” I said.

“Save it, Cooper. I’m calling your parents.”

“You said we weren’t in fucking trouble,” Rick slammed his hand on Long’s desk as he stood.

“Sit, your ass, down.” And Rick did. “The news wants to talk to you guys. Are you two off the grid today? You crashedyour Tube thing.” Rick and I looked at each other, again. We both pulled our phones out. Mine was off and when I logged on it lit up like a Christmas tree. Rick turned his screen to me. FUCK.

When the day ended Rick and I walked to the choir room; FUCK again. Our parents gave permission to interview us like we were going on a field trip; they didn’t even know what we did. We walked in and the choir teacher made a hand gesture to us and we were under a microscope.

“How did you guys come up with this?” was the first question.

“It was, Rick. His voice is amazing. We were just fuc… messing around. We were in a practice room and the teacher turned on the mic and recorded us.” I began.

“No. No. It was, Dean.” Rick started. He put his arm around my shoulder and said, “This guy can rap the ingredients for a, hot pocket.” I reached up hanging my hand on his wrist pulling his arm further as he now stood right next to me.

“Rick and I, we just want to make things better. We feel safe here; everyone should feel safe in school. Do you remember what high school was like?”

I quickly thought about what I really wanted to say. “Our role-model-in-chief wants to bring those dark days back; feeling up girl’s boobs and then running down the halls laughing. That ‘narcissistic clown’ is only a role model for hate; his whole life has been picking on people to make himself seem more than he is. He insults and ridicules everybody. The word ‘punk’ comes to mind when I think of him.” I came to a stop in front of fish faces.

“We just want people to treat us like they would want to be treated; maybe like their little brother or sister. Maybe like your little boy, 45. Rick and I say, FUCK HIM.” On that note, it seemed the interview was over.

We walked past everyone and at the door stood Long. His head looked like a dragon and the flames from his mouth hitting us in the stomachs he growled, “My Office, Boys.”

“What the fuck are you doing???” He asked slamming the door behind him. “The fucking, President, Of, The United States, is going to shit on both of you, and me, as soon as this hits the airwaves. Twitter is going to fuckin explode,” as he reached to a desk drawer for some kind of inhaler.

I realized that Rick and I had a new relationship with the man that ran our school. “We won’t respond to anything. I promise.” I said kind of shaking it off. “I’m sorry. I never thought it out that far. If the punk wants to call us out though,” I looked at Rick. “BRING IT.”

Have you ever watched the news and seen yourself??? There was a warning about strong language. I sat with my parents getting looks from my Mom with a small smile; my Dad wouldn’t look at me as he shook his head back and forth with his face in his hands. I left in the morning for my drive to school.

Have you ever had some punk ass bitch call you names on Twitter or Facebook? Has that punk ass bitch ever been POTUS? Have you ever had a black SUV with tinted windows follow you to school??? I drove all over.

There was a round-about a half mile from the school, on my second time around I got pissed. On the fifth time around I stopped, shut my car off, and got out with the bat from behind my seat. The SUV took to the sidewalk but I owned the drivers' mirror before they went around me.

I did feel safe when I walked in the doors of my school. I hoped every person I passed felt the same way. My heart was still pumping fast and I saw Rick walking towards me, my heart beat faster seeing him. He grabbed my arm pulling me to the side kind of slamming me into the wall.

He got right in my face. “I was followed to school this morning, Dean. This is your fuckin fault. You ran that mouth of yours and now I’m being followed to school by Trump crazies.”

I spun and he was now up against the wall; my hand around his throat. “Are you finished or do I need to slap you?” I asked loud enough to have people stop and look at us.

“OK, people; move with a purpose.” Rick’s head almost bounced off mine as Long said, “My Office.” This was getting old.

Rick and I trailed behind both trying to talk over the other.

“What the hell was that? Yesterday you two were the poster boys for warm and fuzzy, puppies and kittens, and all that shit. It looked like I stepped in before you did something really stupid, Cooper.” He finished.

“He ran his mouth and I was followed to school this morning,” Rick shouted looking at me.

I turned to him, “I was too.”

“What are you two talking about?” Long asked.

Rick told of driving through neighborhoods with the SUV on his tail that kept going when Rick pulled into school. It had shaken him up. I told about the same story and the round-about incident.

Long hit a button on the phone and told Miss Smith, “Get, Mike Gear, on the line.”

Rick and I talked as Long got up and stood at the window. “Nobody is going to hurt you as long as you’re under my roof.” And the phone buzzed.

“Hi Mike. You know about that shit with two of my boys? They were both followed to school this morning. Black SUV’s with tinted windows. I’d feel better if you could have a car camp out at our gate. Thanks, Mike.”

He pushed a button again and said, “Miss. Smith, could you please set up a conference call with the Sup, and the other two Principles?”

He went back to the window. Rick and I walked up next to him and saw the blue lights at the gate. “This is going to be a cat-five-shit storm, boys. I wish I could tell you what’s going to happen. I want to avoid a lock-down.”

“Your call,” the voice interrupted.

Long picked up the phone. “My boys were followed to school this morning. We need to postpone the shows at your schools.”

Rick and I said, “NO.” at the same time.

“I’ve got two, City, and one, County. The Chief is a friend of mine. I’d like to have a normal day. If the vehicles are spotted we can go into LD. Maybe it would be best if the Districts PR person could be here before the press arrives. We need to come up with a plan for tomorrow. Thanks. It’s just another day in paradise.” And he hung up.

He sat down and folded his hands. “Go to class. Act normal. Let’s just try and get through the day.”

Rick and I got up and looked at him with, ‘REALLY?’ written all over our faces.

“It’ll be fine. Go to class.”

We walked down the hall. Rick pinched my neck with his hand, “I’m sorry, Dean. I was just freaked out. Don’t be pissed at me, please.”

“If this was a fight there should be make-up sex,” I said and bonked my head off his shoulder as we broke in different directions.

Rick’s POV.

We spent the day on modified LD. There would be no leaving campus today, nobody went anywhere alone, and all doors into the wings were locked and manned. Dean and I sat on the stage during lunch just looking at either the backs of heads or the tops of heads. Everyone was on their phones with an occasional look to see if we were still sitting on the stage.

Dean and I had turned our phones off when we left Long's office; we were just trying to stay focused. This was so strange; we had a table that was always full, it was the only empty table in the cafeteria. I looked at Dean; he really didn’t think he was anything special but, he was the full package in my eyes.

I loved the color of his hair and the way it was cut. His eyes were the softest brown; like you had to look and see what color they really were. You couldn’t tell with his clothes on how he was sculpted underneath but I knew as I looked at him.

He turned to me with a ‘what’ look and that crooked little smile. I smiled back. “Dean, stand up. Follow my lead.” I said.

We stood. “This is all, your fault,” I yelled with a hard push getting everyone’s attention.

“You, fuckin, pussy!” he yelled. “Oh, you gonna cry now, Ricky?” He asked. And he slapped me across the face like a little bitch. It hurt and pissed me off. But this was my idea and he fell right into his role.

“Stop it.” a few yelled.

I slammed him, a hand on each shoulder and Dean was on his ass sliding across the polished tile. “You hit like a girl, Cooper. Is that the best you got?” He smiled at me.

He got up, “I’m going to kick, your, hairy, ass,” as he came at me.

“Dean.” I heard from behind. “Rick, what are you doing?” Everyone was moving to the stage. Like four hundred, everyone.

Dean pulled back as if to hit me then put his arm around my neck and poked me where he knew I was ticklish causing me to laugh just like he was. We turned to our classmates who were making the fish-face. It was quiet.

“Turn your phones off, guys,” Dean asked.

“All of you.” I reiterated, still seeing phones on us.

“Dean grabbed me by the head and pulled it to the side of his. “I could never hurt this guy, I love him.” I pulled away looking at Dean. “Rick and I are really sorry for all of this. I may have said some things to the news that brought heat down on us but I don’t regret a single word. The President of The United, fucking, States, took time to trash me on Twitter last night. And this morning some bots of his followed us to school in black SUV’s.”

“It’s not Dean’s fault. I know this is a pain in the ass but it’s not his fault.” I said backing him up.

“Look at yourselves. You were coming up to defend us from each other. That’s what it’s all about. They want to postpone our shows at the other High Schools because of all this.” Dean yelled.

“Fuck that.” was the first comment. “They can’t beat us all.” was the next. “Do a concert,” followed. Dean and I looked at each other.

“Follow us,” I said. We all moved as one out of the cafeteria and down the stairs. We walked across the parking lot and up the two-block driveway. Dean and I were in front setting the pace.

The gate was blocked by cop cars; Satellite trucks were set up and cars lined the fence. Our class stopped and Dean and I ducked under the gate and right up to one of the trucks. Dean pounded on the door and as it opened a woman said, “Shit!” seeing Dean and four hundred teens.

“I’ve got something to say,” Dean told the white face.

After a few minutes cameras were set up and I watched Dean smile and shake his head at the circus of it.

“Rick and I were followed to school this morning by black SUV’s with tinted windows. Mr. President, we’re sorry. I’m sorry.” He said in a voice like Eddie Haskell. “We didn’t mean to anger you, Father.” I expected him to drop on one knee.

“Please don’t have us killed. We will spread your message of hate, we’ll treat girls as you do; show them their place. We will slam the fags, and we’ll hurt all of them if that’s what you wish.”

Dean was in a total, fuck, I don’t know what to call it. “Your way is the right way. We will help make America Great Again in your golden image.” Dean looked at me and slowly smiled. This was going to be bad.

“We’ll do that for you, Father when the hair on Rick’s balls spontaneously combusts. You are a PUNK. You, 45, can suck my dick. Register to VOTE.” Our class cheered and fingers went in the air.

“My Office, NOW,” Long ordered after making his way through the crowd.

“That’s our Principal, Mr. Long,” I said. “He’s the man that roll-models for us. He keeps us safe whenever we are under his roof. If you guys aren’t gone when schools out, you will be run down by a thousand teenagers.” I said as I turned with Dean walking back to the school.

“I could expel you both,” He calmly yelled walking in seeing me sitting in his chair and Dean sitting on the other side with his feet resting on his desk. He closed the door.

“Cooper! What in the hell is wrong with you???” And he slapped Dean’s feet off his desk.

“I’m going to take him on. How can he win against this and us? If you want me to stop coming to school, I will. I don’t want to put anyone in danger. ‘This can’t be the new normal, it just can’t.’” Dean finished.

“You boys will show up every day. I would prefer you not talk to the press when you are here though. I will keep you safe when you’re under my roof Cooper, but you need to watch your back.”

“I’ve got his back,” I assured Dean and Long.

“Mr. Long, if we can’t do the other two High Schools; we want to do a concert downtown on Friday for everyone. Can you and the District make that happen?” Dean asked.

“Ok, Mister Shit-Storm; I’ll see what I can do. The Chief has two rooms at The Lions’ for you guys. It’s cheaper to watch you if you’re in the same place. I’ve talked to your parents. I’ll let you know in the morning. You each have a tail so you can go home and get what you need and then to ‘The Lions.”

Dean’s POV.

I walked into my room and couldn’t believe it. Rick was on my heels and sang, “Mini Bar…” as he danced to the little fridge.

“Jacuzzi tub…” I sang back looking in the bathroom and smiling over my shoulder at him.

Rick flopped back on the bed picking up the menu for Room-Service. “We should eat.”

After double rum-cokes a knock came to the door; big burgers and fries were under silver lids. Another Rum-Coke, downing Hotel burgers and fries; Rick and I were in the Jacuzzi tub.

I lay back on him. My lower half was between his legs under the water and my upper floated above that strong chest with my hands resting over his wrapped around me. Rick and I had done some jacking and sucking over the last month, but nothing as intimate as this. It felt so good.

I wasn’t thinking, ‘we have the same equipment.’ I was thinking I was content.

We were young. We were thrown into a situation that could have never been predicted. I rested back on him. ‘Is this what it’s like???’ I wondered. Rick’s fingers had been all over my body, he made his way to my chin pulling my face around to meet his eyes. And I kissed him.

I knew what he was going to ask. I don’t know if I said it on purpose or if it just slipped out. “Did you mean what you said today?” Rick asked.

“You don’t even know how hot you are, do you?” I asked back.

“Dean?” He said as both his hands slid over my stomach then cupped my balls.

“Rick, the minute we put a name on this everything will go to shit. I can tell you though, I like where we’re going, I like being with you, and yes, I love you and that big hair of yours.”

Rick’s POV.

Dean and I hadn’t been together in that way since the day I started school; we’d done other stuff but not like that day. We left our cars at home and were driven to the Lions’ in an unmarked car with tinted windows. This was shit off TV.

All I could think about was sleeping the night away in his arms or spooning with him. I was dreaming of Dean fucking me again like he did last time but I really wanted to fuck him. No. I wanted more. I wanted to give of myself; I wanted him to surrender to me. I wanted to make love and I wanted him to know that’s what I was doing.

We had been stretching and he could lick his head and I knew it wouldn’t be long and Dean would be able to suck himself; cum in his mouth, and I couldn’t wait to help him with that.

We had eaten and were getting a buzz as we sat in the Jacuzzi with Dean laying back on me. I wanted to ask him, ask if he meant what he said on the stage today.

“About, today, Dean; when we were on the stage; did you mean it???” I asked with my lips to his ear.

He explained that yes, he did mean it. I told him I felt the same way and then squeezed his big balls. “Did you stretch today?” I asked.

“I’d rather suck you than stretch.” He announced standing and looking down on me. His thick cock rested over his balls sending one to each side and his pirate eye looked at me.

We dripped to the bed and Dean flopped down with his head at the foot. I rested back with my head on the pillows and rolled sideways as he flung a leg over my head and I did the same. We fell into the most leisurely 69.

“You know, Rick; I can’t help but cum when I suck you. I don’t even have to touch myself.” He confided.

I smiled at the sentiment then felt a hand on my hip pulling me to his mouth and hips moved forward to my lips. He knew I came when I sucked him too; I could cum from just his touch. Dean loved me with that soft wet mouth of his; he really was talented.

I pushed one arm under him and the other over his hip allowing him hands-free access to my mouth. He flipped us and was on the bottom taking my thrusts. His hands found the back of my head and he controlled the speed and depth of my suck.

Not surprisingly; we didn’t last long. We were back on our sides again with our heads resting on the others inner thigh and we silently nursed on the dripping shafts that rested in our faces. We both rolled to our backs and just looked at the ceiling. Now seemed to be the time we realized we were in a Hotel and a cop was downstairs and another in the hall.

We both were coming to grips with the ramifications of what we’d done and what Dean had said. He had gotten under DT’s skin and the orange child was ranting Two-hundred- forty caricatures’ at a time. I woke in Dean’s arms. It was the best.

We watched the morning news, two black SUV’s were found on different sides of town; both had been reported stolen. We showered and Dean watched me in the mirror as I did my hair. I could pick it out and make it stand up; I could shake my head and let the ringlets take over tight to my scalp.

Today I ran the pick through it combing my hair back then sprayed the shit out of it. It gave me an awesome wave and changed my look completely. I turned when I finished and looked at him. His smile was so big and his eyes were so bright. He rested a hand on each side of me, “I could get used to this, Swanson.” He said with a kiss.

“Dean? What are we going to do?” I asked. “I don’t want to always be looking over my shoulder. His crazies are out there and they don’t all wear a bumper sticker. What are we going to do?” I asked again. I didn’t want to sound like a girl.

He cupped my face. He truly looked sorry for the predicament we were in. “Rick, as scared as I am I wouldn’t change a thing. I will back off the remarks about 45. His skin is so… thin though. Don’t you think it’s funny that a couple of kids from North Dakota can keep the President up all night?”

I nodded. How, could one old man be so pissed at us? He called us, plants for the Democrats. He called us children who saw the world as ‘puppies and chocolate milk.’ We were actors trying to slow his party’s momentum, and someday we would realize his way was the right way. Just ask Fox News.

We walked out and a white Escalade with tinted windows waited. The man in back introduced himself as Mike Gear, Chief of Police. “I thought I’d see you got to school on time.”

Dean and I went to class and Gear went to Long’s office. When lunchtime rolled around Dean and I were back at our table. It was standing room only. Most everybody was talking about what POTUS and Fox News were saying. Questions were flying so fast I couldn’t catch them all.

“Do you guys know the Obama’s???” One girl asked. I kind of smiled in disbelief, shaking my head. “Do your parents really belong to a swingers club???” A kid from a table away asked.

“They say you both have fathered children and the girls were on the news last night. Why won’t you guys talk to them? Why don’t you want to see your babies?” Another girl asked almost in tears.

I tried to hold him back; I could see the top of his head was ready to come off. Dean pulled away from me climbing up on the table and the room grew silent. “Damn, Rick: the secrets are out,” he conceded looking at me and everyone else.

“Yes neighbors, Rick and I have been balling with the Obama’s for years; flying all over on Air Force One since, what Rick; Sixth grade?” And he laughed.

“Our parents don’t belong to a swingers club though; Fox lied. They’re porn stars. And Rick and I both have illegitimate children. Listen to yourselves. Are, you, people, fuckin, crazy?” He finished.

“Cooper? Off the table, My Office, both of you,” Long said. Everybody scattered.

“Morning to you too, Bill,” Dean said back.

We walked into his office and the door slammed behind us. “You think this is funny? You think us being in LD yesterday is funny? You think the Districts server going down last night is funny?” Long walked to the window.

“You guys will do half-time this Saturday at the football game in the Arena. It’s the safest place and we can control things. Can you do more than the one song? We need to fill fifteen minutes.” He finished.

Dean’s POV.

That whole thing at lunch had pissed me off. “We’ll need the band and choirs from the other two schools. It’s not going to be the same. You need to fill five minutes. Have someone in visuals make a loop. Tell about the kids who are bullied and why.

It’s not just the gay kids, Bill. It’s anyone who is different. It’s the kid who wears thick glasses, kids who are abused or neglected. Kids who are poor and it’s the girl rumored to be easy. It’s the new kid. What exactly is a shit storm, Bill?” I asked.

“You crack me up, Cooper.” And he smiled. “I’m never gonna forget you guys. I’ll do my part; you just make sure you can bring it.” He finished.

So here we were on a Wednesday and expected to fill halftime with songs and messages of respect and tolerance, and nothing about POTUS. That was going to be the hard part for me. By the end of the day, arrangements had been made for all three bands and the choirs.

We had two days to put something together. Rick nailed ‘Sound of Silence’ but I needed something more; something big. I sat and tried to write, put down words only to crinkle them up and start over. I poured over YouTube hoping to find words others had written and put to music.

At the end of the day, we walked into Long’s office. “Our cars are at home. What are we supposed to do?”

“You get another night at The Lions’. It seems you only used your room last night, Dean, so you two are bunking together again.” I smiled at Rick.

Long sat at his desk looking at us. “Is there anything I should know?” He started. “You can tell me.” He went on. “Are you two together?” He finally asked. “I don’t care one way or the other,” He assured, “but, it could come up.” And he studied us for all the signs.

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean? Mr. Long. What are you insinuating? I won’t drop to my knees and suck him off the way he likes it if that’s what you’re asking.” Rick shot back.

“I won’t bend him over backward and kiss those puffy lips that are screaming to be kissed,” I said as I looked at Rick and back at Long.

“Please, Mr. Long. We can’t afford for this to be about us. It’s the message, about kids who are not the norm, any kid who doesn’t fit in. Any kid that doesn’t feel safe here,” I pleaded.

“I get it. You two are nothing more than performers; that’s all. Dean? Can you keep your mouth shut when it comes to, DT? There are going to be like twenty thousand people, the game is televised. Press is already scrambling. This is a big game and we are in North Dakota, for Christ sake; bad shit could happen.” He finished.

“I’ll do my best. Thank you, Mr. Long,” I finished.

“They took the mini bar out of your room, Cooper. Now get your asses out of my office.” He smiled when he said it.

Rick and I walked down the long hall to our room. “Dean?” He asked. “I cleaned out the mini bar before we left this morning.” I loved his smile with the dimples.

Again we were in the Jacuzzi tub; this time Rick laying back on me. I traced his front with my fingers as my lips placed tiny kisses on all the skin they could reach. I really could get used to this. I pulled him back further as I pushed the button for the bubbles to stop.

“Rick? Will you help me stretch tonight?” I asked. “Like I helped you the first time?” I finished.

There was no response. Rick was asleep lying back on me in the tub. I pulled him even closer wondering if I was thankful he didn’t hear my request or if I was disappointed he was asleep.

Rick would be my first. I had put things in my butt wanting to feel what my buddies did when I rammed my dick in their ass. I don’t think I felt what they did. But I wanted to feel Rick inside me; if only to be joined with him like that.

I didn’t want to wake him but the water was getting cold. I licked his ear, nuzzled my nose in his neck, and then softly squeezed his balls. Rick squirmed against me making a soft sound that made me want to cry. We shared tenderness with each other and it was becoming harder to keep hidden.

We dripped to the bed and cuddled. I loved holding him or being held by him. His kisses melted my heart and I was falling hard for him. This was all so strange to me; I wasn’t gay. I had fuck buddies but, who didn’t? It was always about our dicks and the loads we shot.

I didn’t care about them. I didn’t kiss them; didn’t even want to. There was no after cum cuddling. There was just the need to cum. One of my buddies liked to be fucked, ok, he loved it. We were pretty buzzed one night and he came right out and said he wanted me to fuck him hard. He begged me. I know it embarrassed him. I remembered the night that three of us fucked him then took turns sucking him off till he came on our faces with our loads running down his thighs.

“Fine then,” I started. “Show me that tight hole and tell me what you want.”

He was rock hard with his ass in the air and his face on the floor, pants, and underwear, socks and shoes, strung around. “I want you to fill me with that big cock. Please.”

I got behind him and told him to grab his cheeks and show me his open ass. His upper body rested on his face and he pulled those perfect cheeks open showing me the hole I was going to stretch. I lubed his snatch then rubbed my swollen cock over the wrinkled skin and told him what he was going to do.

“You’re going to suck my cock with those ass muscles,” I said as I pushed my head in and stopped. I rested two inches in and demanded, “Suck,” with a slap. And he did.

“You like sucking my cock with your ass, don’t you?” I asked and he nodded. He tried to push back on me wanting more but I wouldn’t let him and pulled out only to push those two inches back in and said, “Suck it.”

The ring squeezed my dick at the base, made it swell up and turn purple; another was tight around my balls, and a third around everything. He only got what I gave him and he worked his hips and ass sucking me good. “You want to swallow this big dick, don’t you? You want me to ram it down your ass throat, don’t you?” I was getting off just listening to myself taunting him.

“Please, Dean.” Was all he got out before I removed my hand that was wrapped around my shaft and balls and I dove in with the last five and a half inches until my balls slammed off his nuts?

“Swallow it,” I ordered pulling out and only letting him have the head again. “I’m going to choke this ass of yours with my cock. Suck it.”

This was the only time I had ever been vocal, fuck buddies didn’t talk, never would have humiliated a bud with my dick in their mouth or ass. We sucked and fucked in a group but tonight it was just the two of us. He secretly wanted to get banged hard; he felt safe with me, trusted me, and he told me so. I held his cheeks apart and his hole stayed open for a minute when I pulled out. When it closed I rammed back in.

I was long-stroking him now. I thought about it as I watched him taking my almost eight inches; he was getting and taking my best fuck ever. I felt like I was being mean but Donny showed no sign of that. He liked what I was doing, he loved it in fact, and I was going to chock him with a huge load.

I shortened my strokes a little wanting more of his sucking and hoping to last longer. I could feel the bubbling in my balls, the churning in my stomach, and I went to town. I held his hips as I drove into him with everything I had. Donny seemed to know I was close and sucked me with no mercy.

I came so hard my vision went white. When my sight came back and I pulled out, my cum was dripping from his open ass. Before his hole closed I slid all four fingers of my right hand into him; he pushed back. I don’t know why I did that.

I hand fucked him. Within a minute my thumb was working in concert with my fingers and I watched in amazement as his ass swallowed my hand.

Donny was doing all the work; he’d pull off only to do it again taking my fist along with my wrist up his ass. I couldn’t believe this. By far this was like the grossest thing I had ever done but it was hot as fuck watching Donny.

He reached for his pants on the floor next to him and pulled the little brown bottle from a pocket scrambling to get the cap off. He started huffing. I realized this was sex for him. My hand had turned into a sex organ attached to me and I really wanted to give him a good fuck. It was weird.

He pulled off my slippery hand and rolled over pulling his knees up a little; the bottle still in his hand.

“I’m so close, Dean. Fuck me till I cum.” He ordered. And I did.

With his legs pulled I teased him with my fingers then added the thumb. “Just do it” came from Donny.

I pulled out and doubled up my fist and fucked him. I sawed across his spot with my knuckles, twisting, and his ass locked onto my forearm so tight it cut off the circulation and I couldn’t pull my hand out.

I had never felt anything like this before. I was discussed with Donny and even more with myself. I was being brutal to his ass and Donny was in sexual heaven; I couldn’t understand his pleasure. It seemed like rape and I wasn’t sure which one of us was the victim or which one was the rapist. That stuck with me for a long time.

“Oh my fuckin god,” came pouring from his lips. Donny grabbed my arm at the elbow pulling his body up and more of me went in him as cum sprayed from his faucet. His ass pulsed around my wrist and he pulled my arm hard every time another stream was catapulted from his balls.

Donny had cum; more like exploded. I had never seen so much cum from one person before. It was everywhere. It was in his hair and running down his face and neck. I pushed about fifteen spurts out of him before pulling my fist from his now totally stretched hole. His ass was so open I could have slid a softball in him.

Donny was still on his back, knees up, when I came from the bathroom. His hole was pulsing and a puddle of fluid was on the floor. I somehow felt sorry for him. I squatted down next to him and watched his sizable dick still convulsing, he looked at me, like looked me right in the eye.

There were no words between us but we had a conversation. I cupped his cheek, kind of realizing, and smiled before standing and looking back down at him. Donny and I never did that again. We still nodded at each other in school but that was all. I seemed to understand why he was the way he was.

Rick rolled over so half of his body was sprawled on me. I wrapped my arms around him pulling the covers over us. “Sweet dreams, Ricky,” I said with a kiss to his wet hair.

“I love you, too, Deanie.” He sleepily replied as a finger twirled around my nipple.

I lay with Rick on me. I wanted to sleep but so much shit was swirling around in my brain. I needed a song for Saturday, I needed to have a serious talk with Julie, and I knew a talk with Rick was going to happen as well.

I wanted to do something to help the kids who were bullied but in the back of my mind, I wanted to just be, Dean again; just another guy in my school. I wasn’t picked on; didn’t bully either. But I didn’t get in the middle of shit I should have. It could have made a difference.

I woke with Rick behind me kissing my flesh, tonguing my ear then blowing on it and his long spear between my cheeks. I reached with one hand pulling them further apart allowing his meat to comfortably rest where I wanted him. I smiled to myself.

I did want him in the worst way, wanted him in me and I wanted to feel his fluid flow from him and paint my insides. But it was morning and the last thing I wanted was to rush something I knew would last for hours.

Rick’s POV.

The last thing I wanted was to get out of bed. I could tell Dean wanted what I so… needed to give him at the time but, I couldn’t make love to him the way I wanted and the way he needed in the time we had. “You are so… going to get it tonight, Dean.”

We pulled in to the school and four city cops were at the gate. As the car came to a stop Long, was waiting. “My Office, boys,” was all he said. This was getting so…old.

“I need your phones. Something happened at your house, Rick. Someone tossed a brick through the living room window. Nobody was hurt.” Dean reached over and put his hand on mine.

By the end of the day, it had become apparent Dean wanted more than we could deliver. Dean had rewritten a huge song from decades ago. He wanted a production and we were just high school kids. Sheet music had been printed for the bands and lyrics were passed to the choir. Dean wasn’t taking no for an answer.

When we left at ten, everyone was pumped and agreed to stay silent about what we were going to do. Tomorrow busses would pick us all up and we would practice in the College Arena. What Dean wanted was going to be hard to pull off, it required audio perfection; thirty head mics for starters, three conductors’ for the bands, and participation from the audience. This could be a colossal failure.

I was drained but Dean was bouncing off the walls with his headphones on. His eyes were closed as he swayed back and forth and I got lost just watching him. That’s how I fell asleep.

I woke up a while later and Dean was sitting on the corner of the bed Indian style. Tears were in his eyes as he watched me with his headphones still on. His head shook back and forth as he looked down.

I opened my arms to him and he pulled off the headphones and rested down on me fully clothed. I wanted to say something; words that would make him feel better but, I didn’t know what had pushed him to this release. Never had a guy cried on me before and I have never wanted to comfort anybody like I did Dean, now.

We were up at six and at the Arena by seven. The busses all pulled in at eight and by nine three hundred high school kids were doing shit all over. Everything was around what Dean was going to do; my voice was almost gone from yesterday and what I was doing was easy compared to him.

Dean was a good rapper but he wanted to sing and didn’t think he had the voice for it. He kept pulling people over to echo him hoping for the sound he wanted. He was starting to drive everyone crazy.

I walked up grabbing his arm and pulled him to a tunnel. “Are you done? Or do I need to slap you?” I asked. I snapped with my fingers and said, “Sing.” He did. I stopped him. “Dean put your right hand over your ear and start again.” He did.

“Ok, start again,” and I harmonized with him just a little. His smile said it all. He hugged me. “I will back you up if you need but, you sound awesome,” I told him.

We did a rehearsal with everyone in place; the choir and soloists were sitting all over the Arena. Dean had a vision and seemed to take responsibility if we bombed. It was more than he could have hoped fore.

We were staying at the Davenport in Minot, tonight; minutes from the college. Security had been ratcheted up a little because of the brick through the window at home. I had been sucking down the little bottles all day that I’d stashed in my backpack and was really on my lips when Dean pulled me into our room.

His look made me sick. I’d never seen it before. “Are you out of your fuckin mind?” He hysterically yelled at me.

I drunkenly started to cry. Not a respectful or sophisticated cry, like Dean, last night but, that disgusting sobbing shit that is propelled by alcohol. It’s an ugly picture.

His look changed immediately, his arms came around me and he walked me to the bathroom where he turned on the shower. When it was warm he walked us in, fully clothed. I thought about last night.

Everything came pouring out of me. There was the shame with Jerry, watching Dean with Julie in the rearview mirror, and him today. He didn’t say anything as he took my clothes off, letting them fall to the shower floor. And he washed me.

I hurt the next morning; Dean was so tender. He ordered room service and I felt better after eating. We watched the first quarter on TV then were ushered to the venue.

Dean’s POV.

It was coming to the end of the second quarter and I watched as all the reserved seats around the stadium filled with my cohorts. I could have watered a garden with the sweat coming from my hands as I took my seat. I was wearing a head mic and ignored the odd looks I got.

The whistle blew ending the half and as the teams made their way off the field, Mr. Long came out with two men flanking him. The big lights went out and a podium appeared. This was it. I thought I was going to pass out.

“My name is, Bill Long, I’m the principal at Mountain View, and I do my best to keep our kids safe Monday through Friday.”

The band started. “Hello darkness my old friend,” Rick chimed at a slow walk. “I’ve come to talk with you again.” My smile was so… big. He had the bald wig and trench coat on; collar turned up, and his head was down as he walked towards Long.

All sound stopped and then my band started. The spotlight was on me. This is it. I’m gonna puke, I thought. I stood. “There comes a time… when we heed a curtain call…” I sang with my right hand over my ear. “When the young must come together as one…” I could hear Rick backing me softly. “There are kids hurting; some taking their own lives, and now it’s time to lend a hand to the greatest gift of all.” I walked down as Rick picked up.

“Because your vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping, and the vision that’s been planted in my brain, still remains, within your sound of silent’s.”

“Everyday we struggle with bullying. They’re just kids. Where do they get this from?” Long started. “I am truly sorry we can’t be everywhere at the same time.”

“We can’t go on pretending day by day that there aren’t kids dying, and it’s time to lend a hand when they’re crying.” The choir all stood and slowly made their way down. “We can’t go on pretending day by day,” I sang, “that the man will soon make a change. He doesn’t care about me. He doesn’t care about you. We need to care for each other. Truth, honesty, and a helping hand is all we need.”

Long looked at me. I’d gone off script. I couldn’t, fucking help it. “Not everyone falls into a mold, like these two,” as his hands waved in our direction. It caused a laugh but not from me.

One of the other Principals took the mic. “I’m, Paul Reeds; I’m the Principal of Woodway. Two of my boys commit suicide last year. One wanted it but thought it was wrong and the other didn’t want it but thought it was ok. What they felt; felt for each other. Do I stand in judgment over that? Could you stand in judgment of two boys knowing they would kill themselves over what you thought or something as simple as love and trust? I’m sure it could have been prevented.”

Another soloist stood as I continued down to the floor. “As God has shown us, by turning stone to bread, we must all lend a helping hand. We,” as she waved her hands around.

“We are the new world.” I sang from the floor. “We are the children. We set the example for ourselves, they never will. We are the greatest gifts of all.” I saw Long look at me again.

“There’s a choice we need to make,” I screamed. “We’re changing our own lives; it’s true we can make a brighter day, just you and me.”

Now came the time ‘the audience participation.’ “And the truth, love is all we need. We are the world. We are the children. We are the only ones that will make a change and life is worth living. When you’re down and out and there seems no hope at all. You just have to believe.”

“I’m Steve Walls, Principal at Homestreet. I see what a day is like for my kids; the ones that just want to get on the bus at the end of the day and find their peaceful darkness; the place where no one picks on them; makes fun of them for being something their not. You are the only ones who can make a difference.”

“In restless dreams, I walk alone.” He started. “Narrow streets of cobblestone; I turn my collar to the pain and hate. When my eyes were spared by the flash of a neon light, it split the night, in the sound of silence.” I smiled at him.

“And in the naked light, I saw ten thousand people maybe more.” He finished.

Walls started again. “We need to just get along. I know that’s not what we see around us but, that’s what we need to do.”

I took Rick’s part, “Silent’s like a cancer grows.” I rapped. “Hear my word that I might teach you; take my arms that I might reach you,” We echoed each other. I had stolen his part. I knew he was hurting.

“We are the world,” the choir sang. “We are the children; we are the ones who make a brighter day so let’s start giving.”

“There’s a choice we need to make.” I sang. “Are we all a part of Gods great big family, or not?”

“And the signs of the prophet are written on the subway wall and the tenement halls, and it whispered in the sound…. of silence.” His voice was gone.

“We are the world’” rang out.

“There’s a choice we need to make, are we saving our own lives? It’s true we make a brighter day, just you and me. Let me hear you.” I held out my arms to everyone. “We are the world. We are the children. It’s true we make a brighter day just you and me.” And I was done. Rick and I walked off together.

Rick’s POV.

Dean and I walked through the tunnel as he just kept saying, “Fake News,” to the reporters.

We were shadowed by city cops as we exited, laughing as he crossed in front of me going to his side of the car. A shot rang out as we reached the doors. I was knocked to the ground and someone was on my back.

I looked under the car and saw Dean’s face looking back at me, a tear was in his eye as he mouthed, ‘I’m ok’ with a slight smile. Blood leaked from the corner of his smile. I knew he wasn’t.

I crawled from under the officer who shielded me; I ran around the car as another shot rang out; then a dozen more. I slid on my knees next to Dean. I rolled him over, my ears ringing, and he looked at me.

Red poured from him and soaked my lap as his hand came up and his fingers ran over my face like trying to shut my eyes. “I’m cold, Rick. Take me home.” He pleaded. And his eyes closed, his hand fell from my face, and the last tears slid down his cheeks. Dean died in my arms. He died in my fuckin arms.

POTUS tweeted the next day, saying, “someone like ‘those boys;’ I’m sure they were good boys but, so filled with hate, something was bound to happen.” This is the new normal. A kid dies, the other killed himself and it’s their own fault. Those were words of condolence? REALLY?

The guy that killed Dean put the gun to his chin pulling the trigger blowing off the top of his own head. He had ten holes in him by the time he hit the ground. There was a boy dead in the passenger’s seat of his truck. I heard a note was left to his father. I’ve wondered what it said.

I went to school today. It’s been two weeks. Dean’s funeral was big; open casket. I wasn’t expecting that. I looked at him, It was like he was asleep, I wanted to reach out and wake him. I just stood and wept looking at his sweet face.

I saw Bill on the upper floor this morning looking down and he motioned with his head. I sat in his office as he looked out the window.

“I have no idea how you feel, Rick. I liked his gumption, you boys have big balls. I will be here if you ever need, you can do whatever you want today, Swanson.” He said never turning around.

I’m twenty now; a sophomore at Minot State. I think about Dean all the time. I cut my hair and have a mustache. I don’t know how but the man who trashed us won re-election. His hate runs rampant now and I fear if anyone finds out who I am.

I was in the union when I heard the voice. I just listened without turning. It couldn’t be. No way could it be him. I turned and his eyes met mine and he smiled. “Dean?” I quietly asked myself and the smiling face.

His smile faded. “I wish.” He said. “Our buddies said we sounded alike. My name is, Donny. We went to Mountain View together.” He finished.

“You were a buddy?” I asked.

“For a short time; and you?” He asked back.

“No. We were more than buddies. Want to go for coffee?” I asked.

‘You have come to the end of another, nine thousand-plus words. You will send me hate mail; I get it. The end sucked. But, you also need to understand that life isn’t all puppies and chocolate milk; rainbows and lollypops. We live with the consequents of our actions and deeds; and, unfortunately, the actions of others.

I think there is enough to work with for another chapter. I think I have that in me. What do you think? Again I ask for your comments, ratings, and thanks to our host, Bjorn. He allows me to share shit with you, and you a place to go and escape. RJC.