~ ~ GAGE ~ ~

I heard people come into the locker room, and I quickly turned back to the wall, hiding the erection Brett had instigated. I finished my shower, and then dressed, getting the hell out of there.

Stepping outside into the sunlight, I looked up shielding my eyes from the sun.  Had that just happened? 

The guy never even spoke to me unless we were on the field.

Thoughts of Brett still danced in my head as I started my walk home. Home was roughly two miles away and normally I would run, but today I was in no rush for the conversation waiting for me, so I took my time.

Lost in the urban jungle that was my head. I didn't notice the car pull alongside me "Gage."

I turned my head and dipped down. Shit, It was him. Brett Foster.

"Get in," he said.

"What—you're offering me a lift home?"  And the shocks just kept on coming.  Was he serious? The look on his face said yeah. But still, I stood there trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

"Just get in, Gage.  And toss your shit in the back."

I did a quick scan of my surroundings to make sure no one saw me getting in his ride. I knew I was being paranoid, but small towns would do that to you. Especially when you had a secret. I opened the rear door and threw in my gym bag and then climbed into the front seat.

"Nice car." I didn't have a clue what make it was, some fancy European model, maybe?

He grunted something I didn't make out and then pulled away from the curb and when I glanced his way he was watching me, not the road. And then he pulled a 360 in the road and we were heading in the opposite direction of my home. "Err, Brett..." I glanced outside and then back to him. "My house is that way." I gestured with my thumb over my shoulder.

"You're not going home... yet."

Okay, and I had a feeling he was taking me somewhere quiet where he could yell me out for what happened in the showers.  Although that was on him. Not me. And he didn't have to worry about me saying anything to anyone.

We didn't speak and the longer we sat in silence, the more tension between us grew and by the time we pulled into a lot of an empty garage, it felt like I was a grenade waiting for someone to pull that pin.

As he cut the engine, neither of us moved.

"Look, Brett—" I started, but was cut off when he reached across the seat and grabbed me by the t-shirt, fisting his hands in the material before jerking me toward him and crashing his lips into mine.

Fucking hell.

He was the first man I'd kissed. And I didn't put up an ounce of a fight. I opened up for him and he did the same as we breathed hot air against each other, our tongues colliding in soft friction. A low groan rumbled from my chest, I didn't think my dick ever hardened so fast in my life.

And weirdly I didn't usually like kissing, tried to avoid it if I was honest.

But Brett tasted so...fucking...good. I couldn't get enough of his mouth. He pinched my bottom lip between his teeth, making me gasp and moan and shift closer.

He was only wearing shorts and a vest and my hand found its way to his crotch, and although he had just emptied on the shower room floor, he was rock hard again.

My brain and my body were at odds. I could hear Kenny yelling queer in my head. But I wasn't passing up this chance up because I was here... and Brett... he was being fucking hot and horny and apparently, wanted me.

What the hell crazy universe had I been sucked into?

His hand moved to the back of my neck and squeezed.

"Suck my cock," he demanded.

I eased back, staring into his eyes and his were darkened with lust. "Brett?" I lowered my voice. "Here?" His eyes scanned my face, and I wasn't sure what he was searching for.

He cut my next words off as he shoved my face down to his crotch. "I said, suck my cock."

I guess I was doing this. I wanted to do this. So I didn't fight him. Instead, I tore down the waistband of his athletic shorts and pulled out his throbbing dick.

First thing I noticed. He was cut. I liked that.

It was actually the first dick I'd touched – well, apart from my own, obviously. My warm mouth breezed over his shaft, planting kisses from the tip down to the base, then licking my way back to the top.

His hand was still planted firmly on the back of my neck. "Don't fucking tease me," he growled.

I wasn't teasing on purpose. Fuck, I wasn't sure what the hell I was doing.

Yeah, I'd seen porn. And, I'd fantasised about sucking a guy off... And Brett might or might not have featured in one or two. But still, it hadn't exactly prepared me for this.

Here goes.

My lips parted and my tongue touched the mushroom head before sliding it in my mouth, gliding across the wet surface until it reached the back of my throat. Thank fuck, I didn't gag as I coated his dick in saliva, closing my lips I started bobbing up and down.

"Jesus, fuck," he mumbled as his hips jerked upward to meet my movements. Using my hand at the base of his cock, where my mouth couldn't reach, I stroked him, squeezing on the upstroke. I wanted to reach into my own shorts and jack off.

This was fucking perfect and all I could think at that moment was when could we do more of this. Other things too. 

Brett relaxed a little losing himself in the pleasure of my mouth as I sucked, licked and squeezed like my life depended on it.

Would he suck me off next?

His grip loosened a little as he let me take over fully, and I almost didn't want it to end.

But I wanted to taste him. For him to come in my mouth.

I could easily get addicted to this, to him.

You might be gone by tomorrow, asshole. Another town. Another school.

That fucking annoying voice reminded me.

I hoped it was wrong.

"Make me come with that perfect mouth," he said, in a softer tone than before.

Now confident, I hummed around his cock as my lips tightened around him and sucked him even harder. I was determined to give him the blow-job of his life, milking the cum out of him like I was born to do it.

He hissed and tightened his fingers around my neck again as he jerked and unloaded into the back of my throat. The suction of my mouth didn't quit until I got every last drop.

He melted into his seat, staring up at the ceiling as I lifted my face from his crotch, licking up the mess I had made on his dick.

With a sweep of my hand across my mouth.  The temperature seemed to drop and a suffocating sensation seized me, as if the air had thickened to syrup and my heart threatened to jump from its precarious perch in my throat from what we had just done.  Getting a grip, I took a few measuring breaths and waited for him to say something.

He wouldn't look at me. He was staring out the window, and I didn't know if it was guilt or shame he was feeling, but I hated it either way.

I didn't want him to be done with me yet. I wanted to yank him onto my lap and pepper his face with kisses, rub my nose in that rough jaw of his, as he wrapped his hand around my dick and jacked me until I painted his chest white, 

But I didn't move.

There was a wall between us. One, neither of us seemed willing to climb over. 

I twisted around and relaxed back in the seat adjusting my shorts my hard-on was fucking uncomfortable. I could see in my peripheral he moved to pull up his shorts and then started up his car.

All the way home he said nothing. But, neither did I.

It was obvious he was hiding just like me.  Faking it to fit in.

As he pulled up out front of my house, He kept his hands on the steering wheel looking dead ahead.

I still had the taste of his cock on my tongue and he wanted to act like he didn't just make me suck him off in the front seat of his car.

Accepting he wasn't gonna say anything, I said. "Thanks.. y'know, for the ride."

What else could I say?

He owed me nothing, couldn't force him to talk.

"Yeah, no problem," and then he added, "anytime."

I didn't ask what 'anytime' meant.  I climbed out of his car and opened the back door and grabbed my bag. Closing the door a little too heavy handed I tossed my gym bag over my shoulder and turned to head inside.

"Hey Gage," I stopped and turned back. "This never happened, yeah?"

Breathing heavily through my nose, I nodded once and flipped back around and headed inside the house without a glance back.

Dropping my bag, I headed into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, reaching in to grab a soft drink. Drinking it down I listen for any sign of sound or movement.

I was starting to think I was in luck but the sound of the upstairs bedroom door slamming, told me differently.

Heavy footsteps got closer and in walked Kenny. But he wasn't alone.  Behind him, a woman swayed on her feet.  She was half-dressed and I could see her red bra through her partly undone shirt.  Kenny didn't fare any better. Only wearing worn jeans which were undone and hanging low on his hips. 

Ugh.  I wished they'd both cover-up. 

He flicked his head toward her but spoke to me. "Meet your ma..." he said.

What? "Huh?"

"We got hitched yesterday."

What the fuck!?!

"Nice to meet you, Gage," she slurred.  "I have a boy your age.  Levi. Y'all gonna get on like a peas in a pod."

I doubted that.  Not if he was anything like his ma.

Kenny wrapped his arm around her waist, tugging his new wife toward him, sticking his tongue in her ear as she giggled.

I was gonna be sick

But that wasn't the worst of it.

"Pack your shit up. We're leaving tomorrow."

Fuck. I knew it. "Where?" I asked.

"Don't fucking matter, where." His eyes narrowed, tossing me a challenge. "Just do as you're told, boy."

I clenched one hand into a fist. But it's not worth the fight. Reminding myself that I would be away from him soon. Far fucking away.

Trouble was and I didn't know it yet, but this move would change everything.  It would be the best thing to happen to me and yet at the same the, the worst.