#13rw smut

FUCK - Justin Foley

I walk into the locker room and immediately close the doors, locking them. I start walking through, looking around. Then I see him. Justin Foley standing shirtless by his locker. He’s still glistening from his shower. He looks ready to go out and break some hearts. I quickly reach into my pocket for my rag. I then walk up.

“Hey Justin.”

“Oh… you…” He rolls his eyes and closes his locker. “What do you want?”

“I want you to apologize.”

“For what?”
“Are you kidding me?” I walk closer to him.

“I seriously have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I sent you that text a few weeks ago. I opened up about having a crush on you for years and that you were the reason I realized I was gay. Then you shared it with your buddies and they shared it with the school.”

“Oh yeah… sorry dude.”

“Sorry dude? You outed me to the whole world!”

“That wasn’t really my fault. Bryce took my phone and saw it. I wasn’t planning out it getting out.”

“Oh so…” I walk up to him. “This isn’t my fault then.” I put the rag over his face.

He starts squirming. He tries kicking me. He tries swinging his arms. But then his body goes limp and he goes unconscious. I lay him down on the bench nearby. I go up to his face, that cute and perfect face. He looks so kind and sweet when he isn’t awake. Then I run my hand through the side of his hair. I caress his cheek. Then I move forward and give a quick kiss on the lips.

They’re so soft. And plump. It all just feels so perfect. I’ve been planning this for a week now and honestly didn’t think that a, I could actually do it and b, that I could get away with it. But good timing and planning really do pay off.

So I quickly flip Justin over to his side. Then I grab Justin’s shorts and drag them off. He’s going commando and his flaccid penis sags off to the side. It’s actually bigger than I imagined. I grab my phone from my pocket and place it in Justin’s locker, staging it at just the right spot then pressing record.

With the camera recording, I walk in front of Justin and pull down my pants, my penis already erect and ready for work. I go behind him spread his butt cheeks open as much as I can. Then I just stand there. It takes me a few minutes to really get my mind in it, but eventually, I slide my penis up his ass. I’ve never felt anything like this sensation before. It’s so much better than masturbating.

I start sliding in and out. Each time feels better than the last. I reach over and grab onto the back of Justin’s hair, yanking on it. I start going faster and faster.

“Oh Justin! Justin! Justin!” I start shouting louder and louder. “Oh you like that Justin? You say you want it faster? Harder? Okay!” I start going faster and harder, even though I’m already past my limit.

It isn’t even a minute in when I feel myself ready to explode, but I know I must hold one longer. So I begin to think about other things. I think about my net step. The step after that. Then I start thinking about what if I did this again. Could I do this to Justin again? Or maybe to someone else? Who would I do it to? Monty maybe? I would love to make him cry, but he’s almost too crazy to do it to. What about Zach? No… I couldn’t do that, he seems to nice. Plus he’d probably knock me out in seconds. Bryce Walker! It hits me. I just start thinking about running my hands through that amazing head of hair. I start thinking about the pain I would want to inflict on him. He does really deserve it, he’s awful.

“Oh…” Suddenly I explode without even thinking about it. “Oh my…” It’s a far better sensation than when I masturbate! “Wow!’ I wipe the sweat from my forehead. “Fantastic as always Justin.” I stand up and walk to the locker, ending the recording.

“What the fuck?” I turn to see Clay Jensen standing just two locker rows away.

“Shit,” I whisper to myself. “Hey Clay.” I run up to him and before he even realizes what’s happening I put the rag over his face and he falls to the ground. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I turn to Justin then look back to Clay freaking out.

“Huh?” I hear a faint moan and walk over to see Justin’s eyes starting to open.

“Fuck!” I quickly throw my clothes on.

I run over to Clay and grab him by his arms, dragging him through the locker room and into a stall. I get Clay situated as I hear Justin moan louder. He sounds like he’s in pain. That’s when I grab my phone and send him the video with a text threatening to release it if he says anything about it or doesn’t do exactly what I say.

“Shit!” I hear him yell. “That motherfucker!” I hear his locker door slam shut before I hear him quietly walk past the stalls and out of the locker room.

“It’s okay Clay. It’s all going to be alright.”

MARRY - Clay Jensen

Clay Jensen was always the kid in school who cared about others. He always said ‘hi’ to me. He always helped me when I needed it. And I didn’t even know if he knew my name. But that didn’t matter. To me, he was the dream guy. He was the guy I could see myself being married to. And after a year of being together, at the end of our senior year, we finally decided to get married.

As I do every day after school, I go straight to my storage locker right outside of town. I open it up and there is Clay waiting for me as always. He’s sitting there, ball gag in mouth, and ready for our weekly date night.

“Hey,” I say as I close the door. “So prom is next week. At first, I was thinking we could go, but I think it would be more fun to stay in together. Maybe dress up, dance, have a little suit sex.” I walk up to him and untie the ball gag. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re crazy!”

“I love that attitude, but save it for after dinner.”

“When I get out of here I’m going to kill you.”

“Oh, sweetie… it’s okay now, you have nothing to worry about. Your parents have started moving on and most of the kids at school have forgotten about you. So now you can just focus on us.”

“Really? How lucky.”

I go up to him and run my hand through his hair.

“Your hair is getting a bit long. I’ll cut it before prom.”

“Thanks.” He looks angry.

“What’s up? You’ve been acting angry lately.”

“Really?” He just scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“Fine. Going to untie you and let you be on top for our one year anniversary, but I think you’ll just have to wait till next year.”

“Oh, no… please…”

“Well… maybe I’ll let you have something else then.” I go down to my knees in front of him and open up the slit in his boxers. “If your not in a better mood after this I may just have to put you back in the corner like that one time.”

“Oh, I’m good! I’m really good! Very happy!” He starts smiling.

“There’s that smile I love so much.”

I then move down and am about ready to take his penis into my mouth when he swings his head down and smack me in the back of mine. I fall backward and onto the floor.

“Ow!” I look up to see Clay flip onto his side, the chair cracking. “What are you doing?”

“Fuck you!” he shouts as the chair breaks and he starts standing up.

I stand up, blocking his way out. He reaches for one of the broken chair legs and points it at me. We stand there for a minute, processing everything that’s happening. He then swings the leg in my direction. I catch it. He suddenly looks scared. I then grab the rag I always keep in my back pocket and lunge forward, shoving it over his nose and mouth. We fall to the ground. He starts squirming and trying to punch me, but before he can get a hit he’s out like a light.

“Damn you like to get kinky.” I then unzip my pants and pull my penis out. “You should’ve just played nice.” I move up and open his mouth with my hands. “You could’ve had some fun tonight.” I shove my penis all the way down his throat.

KILL - Bryce Walker

Prom night. A special night for everyone, but especially a certain someone tonight. I’ve been waiting for this day for a year now. I’m engaged to the man of my dreams, but before I can tie the knot and live a happy life, I’ve got to get revenge on the one person who really tried to ruin my life. Bryce Walker. He outed me and tried to screw me over. Luckily I found Clay and it all turned out alright.

Tonights the best night, the only night, that I can get my revenge on Bryce. He’ll be crowned king. He’ll be dressed to the nines. He’ll be on top of the world. Then I’ll rip it out from under him.

And it all starts now…

Prom night is nearing the end and Bryce is leaving a little early with a freshman girl, not the girl he came with. But just as Bryce is entering his car, he looks back to see his date is gone. Then he walks around the car. And just as he reaches me I’ve already got the rag in his face. He’s already too drunk to even react and fight back. I quickly drag him to his car and throw him in. I hop in and start driving off.

I drive him to the middle fo nowhere. We’re somewhere int he woods, alone. We’re in the unrealistically large car that daddy bought him. I drag him to the trunk and tie each arm down tight. Then I wait. I wait nearly 15 minutes for him to wake up.

“What the…” He starts looking around, confused.

“Hey Bryce.”

“Who are you?” He looks at me, squinting. “And where are we?”

“Really? You don’t remember me? Just like Justin! Damn!” I slap him in the face and get closer.

“You’re that gay kid!” He smiles, feeling like he’s won something. “Wait… what are you doing to me? What the fuck is this?” It’s all starting to snap.

“Shut up before I make you shut up.” he swings his legs at me, but I catch them. “Stop it.” I pull myself between his legs and get closer to him. “You may be an awful human being, but you’re super hot.”

“Um… thanks?” His eyes keep looking around, looking for a way out of this.

“You’re going to have the best and worst night of your life tonight.:

“What? That doesn’t make sense.”

“Just shut up!” I reach forward and grab his balls through his pants. “Shut up or I cut these off and keep them as a trophy!”

“Mhm.” He just nods.

“Good.” I smile and let go.

I then begin unzipping my pants. But just as I do so he squeezes his legs tight and flips me to the ground. As I hit the ground he yank one arm so much that it begins to bleed, but then rips off. He unties the other one as I get to my feet. Just as I get up, he charges at me. He pushes me into a tree. He pulls his arm back, ready to punch me. But before he can I swing my knee up and into his balls with all the force I can muster. He bends over and I catch his face with my hands. I stick my tongue out and lick his face. Then I grab him by his hair and throw his head against the tree. I see blood rush down his lip and nose as I let go of him and he falls to the ground.

“Stop ruining this night for me!” I shout and he looks up at me, confused.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“You’re what’s wrong with me!” I swing my foot as hard as I can into his stomach and he coughs up blood. “Now let’s get this done with ‘cause I’ve got a sweet boy waiting for me back at home.” I grab him by his hair, lifting him to his feet.

I pull him back over to the car and bend him over the back of the trunk. I take my phone out of my pocket and pull my pants down.

“Smile for the camera!” I take a quick selfie with him before pressing the record button.

I don’t waste any time and shove my penis into his hole. It’s surprisingly not as tight as I thought it would be. I don’t see him wince at all or even make a noise. It makes me smile. I start going in and out.

“Oh yeah! Oh yeah!” I start shouting, zooming it to get footage of my penis going in and out. “Bryce Walker LOVES a thick penis.” I don’t even last another 30 seconds before I begin to explode “Fuck yeah! Yeah, bitch! Take that load Bryce! Take it all!” I slap his ass and slip out.

I turn the camera off and just step back. I slide my pants back on and watch as Bryce slowly turns himself over to look at me. He looks gross. His face is starting to swell and there’s blood everywhere. Plus, his penis is much much smaller than I expected. I quickly take a shot of him with my phone.

“This was fun.” I step up to him and as I try to kiss him he spits on me. “Rude!” I grab his face and squeeze. “That was not very nice.” But then I let go. “But I’m in a good mood right now, so I’ll forgive.”

“What are you gonna do with that video?”

“I’m going to send it to everyone at school then post it online.
“You can’t do that!” he gets some energy and stands up.

“I can and I will.”

“Then I’ll tell everyone you attacked me.”

“Then I’ll send this photo of your extra extra small surprise down there.” I show him the photo.

“Go to hell.” He collapses to his knees.

“Whatever.” I hop in his car and leave him behind.

As I look in the mirror I can see him sobbing and banging the ground with his hands.

“Sucks to suck.”

Originally posted by olyan-mint-te

CLAY’S TURN

The phone chimes.

TRUTH OR DARE?

“What should I choose?” Clay is nervous, they both move to the floor on each side of the phone.

“Your choice.”

10…9…8…

The phone beeps as it counts down.

“Um…” Clay presses on TRUTH.

WHY DID YOU WANT TO TAKE A “BREAK” FROM BRYCE?

Bryce looks up at Clay, who’s starring down blankly at the phone.

“Clay.”

“I know.”

10…9…8…

“You’re running out of time.”

“ I know!”

7…6…5…4…

I’LL KNOW IF YOU LIE

The phone starts beeping louder.

“I needed a break because I think I’m falling in love with Bryce and I believe if the secret gets out it will all end and he will leave me. I thought if we just stayed away from each other this whole thing would be over on my terms.” Clay takes a deep breath in and out.

“Clay.” They look at each other.

“Yeah.” Clay feels embarrassed and ready to run out of the room.

BRYCE’S TURN

The phone chimes, interrupting Bryce.

DARE

“What?” Bryce and Clay both say at once.

“That’s not fair!” Clay looks around as if the person is in the room.

“It’s because you choose Truth. The second person gets the leftover.” Bryce is content and just ready to get this done with.

“It’s still not fair.”

“I know. But I’m a big boy, I can handle this.”

GRAB SOMETHING WITHIN ARM’S LENGTH AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS FOR AT LEAST 15 SECONDS. YOU HAVE 2 MINUTES TO COMPLETE.

“Wow.” Clay chimes in, trying not to smile.

Bryce looks around for a second before reaching under his bed and grabbing an empty beer bottle. Clay chuckles a little.

“Haha.” Bryce stands up and pulls his pants down.

He doesn’t waste any time as he takes a deep breath in and starts sliding the tip of the bottle up his ass.

“Fuck!” Bryce shouts as his asshole burns in pain at the dry friction of the bottle.

He pushes it in deep, biting his lip and squeezing the side of his lip. He keeps trying to breathe deep and long breathes as he pushes it in until it won’t go any farther. He closes his eyes and starts counting. But then he feels a hand touch his. He opens his eyes to see Clay close up. He squeezes his hand.

“Time,” Clay says and Bryce slowly pulls it out.

“You good?”

“Yeah.” Bryce throws the bottle in the trash and pulls his pants up slowly. “Just a little pain.” They both go back to their spots.

FAILED!

The phone loudly beeps over and over for a minute.

“What?” Bryce is pissed.

NO HELPING EACH OTHER. ONE STRIKE. TWO MORE AND SOMEONE GETS A PUNISHMENT.

“No one said that!” Clay shouts, angry as well.

CLAY’S TURN

Phone chimes again.

TRUTH OR DARE?

“Choose truth.” Bryce says.

“No! I’m not letting you take another dare.”

“I can handle another dare. I don’t want you to deal with that.”

“I can handle more than you think.”

“I know, but…”

“We do this 50/50 or not at all.” Clay presses DARE.

TAKE 4 DOSES ON LAXATIVE. YOU HAVE 10 MINUTES TO DO SO.

“ Laxatives?” Clay looks up to Bryce.

“My mom may have some in her bathroom.” They both stand up, Clay grabbing the phone, before leaving the room.

“This isn’t too bad, right?” Clay asks. “I’ll only be on the toilet all night, then it’s over.”

“Yeah.” Bryce starts looking through drawers. “Here!” Bryce finds a box and starts grabbing some pills. “Here… four doses.” He hands the pills over and a glass of water.

“Thanks. Wish me luck.” He takes the pills down.

The phone chimes.

BRYCE’S TURN

The take a seat on the floor in the bathroom, knowing they will need it soon.

TRUTH

TELL CLAY YOUR DEEPEST DARKEST SECRET

“Well…” Clay runs his hands through his hair.

“It’s okay.” Clay puts his hand on Bryce’s leg.

10…9…8…

“When I was five I was staying with my uncle for a sleepover on his boat. He told me about a game. A game where I had to get naked. He…”

“Bryce…” Clay is worried.

5…4…

“He made me suck on his penis and let him out it… in me.” The timer stops.

“Oh Bryce…” Clay starts to move forward.

“No.” Bryce stops him and sits back. “Let’s just move on.”

CLAY’S TURN

The phone dings again.

TRUTH OR DARE?

“I guess it’s Truth this time.” Clay looks to Bryce, who’s just looking down at the floor.

He presses the TRUTHbutton.

TELL BRYCE ONE THING YOU’VE NEVER TOLD ANYONE BEFORE

“Okay…” Clay thinks for a second.

10…9…8…

“I’ve always had the fantasy of attacking and raping a man.”

7…6…5…

“I guess it’s because I want to feel like I’ve got some power.”

4…3…2…

“Um…”

1…

The phone starts to beep loudly.

FAILED!

“What? But I’ve never told anyone that before!” Clay is freaking out.

“I guess it’s not what they wanted to hear.” Bryce finally looks up to Clay.

NEXT FAILURE MEANS A PUNISHMENT

BRYCE’S TURN

“Time for another dare.” Bryce seems quiet and not exactly there.

DARE

“It’s okay. We can get through this.” Clay goes to grab Bryce’s hand, but he pulls it back.

FOR THE NEXT 24 HOURS, WHEN CLAY HAS TO POOP… YOU’LL BE HIS TOILET AND TOILET PAPER

“Fuck!” Bryce shouts.

“Oh shit!” Clay looks up to Bryce and they both begin to laugh.

“This is crazy.” They can’t stop laughing.

“This is going to be a long night… I am full of shit.” That makes Bryce laugh even harder.

“This is truly insane! Nuts! Bananas!”
“Bananas actually make me poop.” They both laugh.

The phone begins to chime again. They both look down at it.

THE GAME IS OVER… IF YOU PASS THE LAST DARE…

“Well… I guess we wait…” They sit back.

30 MINUTES PASS

“It’s coming!” Clay breaks the silence and jumps to his feet.

“Okay. Okay. Okay.” Bryce jumps up. “To the shower!” Bryce runs over and they walk into the massive shower. “That way it will be easier to clean.”

“No more talking. It’s coming.” Clay takes his pants off.

Bryce goes to his knees and opens his mouth up wide. Clay leans over and lets Bryce take his weight as he places his hole right on top of Bryce’s mouth.

“Fuck!” Clay shouts as he opens the floodgates and begins to shoot out wet and thick liquidy poop.

Bryce begins to moan, really wanting to back away, but he doesn’t. He stays still and tries to swallow as much as he can as quickly as he can. Clay farts as more poop flies out at full force. Bryce is having trouble breathing and taking it all in, but he keeps reminding himself that if he fails Clay may get a punishment. He doesn’t want that for Clay. He finds himself wanting to vomit. The smell. The Taste. Everything about it makes Bryce’s body twinge and shake.

“Oh…” Clay moans as he feels himself finish. “I’m so sorry.” Clay stands up and turns to Bryce.

Bryce turns to the floors and begins throwing up. He can’t keep any of it in. It all just keeps coming out.

“I’m so sorry.” Clay pats Bryce on the back.

“You still have to…” Bryce wipes his mouth with his arm. “Clean your ass.”

“Oh… yeah…” Clay feels so bad as he turns around and grabs Bryce by the hair.

He quickly begins to wipe his ass with Bryce’s hair. He wipes until he’s completely clean.

“I’m so so sorry.” Clay goes to his knees and next to Bryce. “I’m so sorry.” He can’t stop saying it.

“It’s okay.” Bryce looks up at Clay, his face covered in brown poop.

Bryce then runs his hands through his hair, forgetting what just happened.

“Eww.” Bryce stops and sits down, leaning against the wall.

“Let me turn the water on.” Clay turns around.

“No. There’s no point in cleaning up. You’ll need to poop again every 30 minutes or so for the rest of the night. Just get me a towel.”

“Okay.”

“And some water bottles. You should stay hydrated.” Clay smiles and looks back at Bryce.

“You really do care about me, don’t you?”

“Of course. I would do anything for you.” Clay smiles bigger. “For that smile.” Bryce smiles as Clay turns and leaves the room. “I love you,” Bryce whispers to himself, making sure Clay can’t hear him.

“I love you too.” Clay whispers to himself.

For the past three days, Bryce has been texting Clay a lot. Like A LOT! Over 20 texts a day. Clay didn’t respond to a single one of them. He turned his notifications off and just tried as hard as he could to ignore it. The past three days were really rough for both of them. Neither could pay attention at school. Neither hung out with friends. Neither of them really did anything. They both just really thought about everything.

Then they both received a text around noon while at school.

UNKNOWN: Go straight to Bryce’s house after school. Drive together.

At first, Clay was going to text Bryce to meet up at school to talk about it, but he couldn’t find the nerve to do it. So after school, he went outside and straight to Bryce’s car to wait for him.

“Hey!” Bryce can’t stop smiling as he walks up to his car to see Clay.

“Hey.” Clay sighs, walking into the car and trying hard not to show how excited he actually is to see Bryce.

“So…” Bryce says as they drive away from the school.

“Yeah…” The car ride is more awkward than either of them thought it would be. “How’d you do on that science test?”

“Pretty good. You?”

“Better than I thought.”

“Good.” This type of conversation continues the entire drive to Bryce’s house.

“My parents are still gone so we have the house to ourselves,” Bryce says as they walk up to the front door.

“Good.” Clay is finding it hard to keep to one-word sentences.

“Why do you think they want us alone together?”

“Another video?” Clay finally chimes in.

“Yeah… that would suck…” Bryce would love that.

“Yeah…” Though he would never admit it… Clay would kind of love it as well.

“What do you want to do while we wait?”

“Can I get a drink?”

“Sure.” Bryce walks off to the kitchen.

UNKNOWN: Go to Bryce’s bedroom

Clay sees the text and decides to head up without Bryce. He walks into his room and takes a seat on the bed.

“Here you are.” Bryce walks in with a soda and water bottle. “Why’d you come up here?”

“Oh… um…” Clay realizes the text was only to him.

UNKNOWN: Get Bryce to leave the room for a few minutes

Clay looks down at his phone.

“Is it them?” Bryce asks.

“No. My mom.” Clay thinks for a second while he pretends to text back. “I’m actually a bit hungry… any snacks?” Bryce smiles.

“Of course. I’ll be right back.” Bryce leaves.

UNKNOWN: There’s a notebook in his closet underneath a small box. Grab it and put it in your bag. Don’t read it!

Clay does exactly what the text says to do. He finds a small leather notebook and puts it in his bag before sitting back down. He looks around a sees a picture of a young Bryce sitting on a swing. He stares at it. He thinks about how happy and innocent Bryce looks. He was the cutest little kid. But he was alone. He looks around more and all of his photos are of him alone, besides one or two of him with his friends. But none with his parents.

“Hey. Pretzels, chips, or gummies?” Bryce walks in with a ton of snacks in his arms.

“All of the above.” Clay can feel himself lightning up and letting things go a bit but reminds himself to keep a distance.

Bryce drops the snacks on his bed and takes a seat at his desk across from Clay. they just sit there for a minute, waiting for the other person to say something.

Both of their phones ding.

UNKNOWN: Bryce, take out the phone in your backpack

“What phone?” Bryce says as he grabs his backpack and starts looking through the pockets.

“Is that your phone?” Clay asks as Bryce takes out an old iPhone from his bag.

“No.” Just as Bryce is about to hand it to Clay it turns on and vibrates, Bryce dropping it to the floor. “Shit.” Clay laughs and Bryce joins in a little.

“You good?”

“Haha. It just startled me.” They both go down to reach the phone, their hands touching.

The phone suddenly reads three big and bold words… TRUTH OR DARE

“What do we do?” Clay starts to panic. “Bryce?” He looks to Bryce, who is starring at the video on repeat. “Bryce!” Bryce doesn’t respond or move an inch. “Shit!” Clay runs out of the shed and runs around before running back in. “No one’s out there.” He plops down on one of the couches.

Clay sits there, thinking and waiting for Bryce to snap out of it. This goes on for a while.

“We’re missing a lot of class. We’re going to get detention.” Clay says, hoping to snap Bryce out of it.

A couple more minutes pass.

“So…” Clay is now completely calm and ready to go, but Bryce is still frozen.

A couple more minutes pass.

“Shit!” Bryce shouts and drops his phone.

Both of their phones ding. A text message.

UNKNOWN: Send me a pic of u 2 kissing. Or the video goes to the whole school.

“What the fuck?” Bryce shouts.

“This creep is… well, creepy.”

“We can’t do what this creep wants… right?” Bryce turns to Clay.

“No… we can’t.”

“Yeah. We’re both able to come out and deal with this.”

“Yeah. Yeah. We’re adults. We’re mature.”

“But…”

“Yeah?” Clay smiles and turns to Bryce.

“But maybe we just send that pic. Maybe it buys us a little more time to think this over?”

“Yeah. Yeah. Totally. And what’s the harm in a pic of us kissing in the grand scheme of things? He has worse.”

“That’s true. Very true.”

“So, shall we?” Clay opens his camera and they lean in together.

“Tongue or no tongue?” They both laugh.

They lean forward and kiss, Clay taking the picture.

“I’ll send it.” Clay presses send and Bryce’s phone dings.

“Now what? We wait?”

“No. We go back to class. We continue like normal. But we be a bit more discreet. Only behind closed doors. Not at school. Only when we are 100% positive we are alone.” Clay begins panting.

“Okay.” Bryce puts his hands on Clay’s face. “It’s going to be okay.” He kisses him. “I’ll pick you up after school behind the baseball field.”

“Sounds amazing.” Clay sighs and grabs his backpack. “This is going to be a long day isn’t it?”

“Yeah…” Clay leaves the shed.

AFTER SCHOOL

“Hey,” Clay says as he enters Bryce’s car in the shaded park area behind the baseball field.

“Hey.” They go to kiss each other but then stop. “Oops.” They both smile and sit back in their seats.

“Any texts?”

“No.”

“Why do I feel like something bad is going to happen?”

“Because eventually, it will. Eventually, this person will share that video or we will be forced to come out to everyone.”

“Let’s go to my place. My parents are both gone for the week on business. We can work on the project there, and be completely alone.”

“I don’t know if that’s the best idea.”

“Why?”

“I was thinking today, after everything, that maybe it would be best to stay away from each other a bit. Give each other some time to think about what our next step is.”

“But shouldn’t we talk about it together. This isn’t something I want to do alone.”

“But it’s something I need to do alone. I need this. And I know it may be hard for you. But please, if you care about me at all… let me leave this car without saying another word.” Bryce sits there, about to say something, but stops himself. “I’ll text you.” Clay leaves the car, leaving Bryce silently sitting in his car.

It’s the next day.

Bryce is feeling good about life. He had a real family-style dinner last night with the guy he likes. He laughed, he smiles, and he genuinely had a great time. And then he had to go home. His parents weren’t home and didn’t text or even care that he wasn’t home until almost midnight on a school night. But part of him didn’t care anymore. He knew that when he went to school the next day that he would get to see Clay again. And that after school they would go back to his place and he would have dinner with his family once again. That made him happy.

Clay, while happy, is a bit scared as well. He’s never been with a guy before, especially not someone so popular and charming. It also didn’t help that he is scared to hell that they will be caught. The memory of his mom opening his door and almost catching them kissing makes Clay’s heart race. He knows that it’s ridiculous to be scared of. He knows his parents would be completely accepting of him. But something in him is terrified about the possibility of his parents or anyone else learning about him.

“Hey.” Clay is snapped out of his daze when he hears Bryce.

“Oh. Hey.” Bryce sits down at the computer next to him.

“What you doing in the library during lunch?”

“Nothing.” Clay is nervous and stares straight at his computer, trying hard to look like he’s not talking to Bryce.

“There’s a barn behind the school that no one knows about. Wanna join me there?”

“I can’t. I’ve got homework to work on.” Clay doesn’t look away from the computer.

“What’s up? Did I do something wrong?” Bryce puts his hand on Clay’s leg.

“Stop.” Clay whispers as he pushes Bryce’s hand away.

“Oh…” Bryce feels hurt and stands up.

“Wait.” Clay immediately feels bad about that and stands up. “Where’s this shed?”

Clay arrives at the shed a couple of minutes after Bryce.

“Wow! What is this place?” Clay is surprised at the couches, tables, and TV in this hidden shed.

“I found it last year. I was going to bring my friends here, but I thought it would be better for the two of us.”

“I’m cool with that.” Clay goes to sit next to Bryce.

“Good.” They lean forward and begin kissing.

Clay runs his hands into Bryce’s hair. Bryce slides a hand onto Clay’s leg. He squeezes the leg. They continue kissing, their tongues slipping into each other. As this continues Clay can feel himself loosen up. His troubles quickly go away. He moves his hands down Bryce’s muscular body. He moves down further until his one hand starts sliding down the back of Bryce’s jeans. He slips his fingers onto Bryce’s crack.

“Oh…” Bryce moans as Clay slowly slides two of his fingers into his hole. “Wow.” Clay starts moving down and kissing Bryce’s neck.

Clay slips another finger in and starts going deeper. Bryce bites his lower lip and looks up to the ceiling. Clay starts sucking on Bryce’s neck like it’s the tastiest lollipop.

“Oh god!” Bryce loses it as Clay shoves another finger in and pushes as deep as he possibly can. “Oh my fuckin’ god!” Bryce is in major pain but is loving every second of it.

“Shh.” Clay whispers to him as he begins his to move his fingers in and of Bryce.

“Fuck!” Bryce begins to shout, but then Clay shoves his hand on top of his mouth, silencing him.

Clay begins to get more aggressive, shoving his fingers in with force and rotating his fingers around.

This continues for a while, almost 20 minutes, until both Clay and Bryce and tired and sweating hard. Clay slides his finger out of Bryce and collapses against the couch.

“Damn!” Bryce shouts as Clay removes his hand off his mouth.

“Yeah…” Clay is a little freaked as he looks at his fingers covered in a little bit of blood and tons of crap.

“Oh…” Bryce begins to laugh.

“Just grab something to clean it off with!” Bryce continues laughing as he stands up.

“Ooooh.” Bryce is a bit sore as he gets up. “Here.” He grabs a towel from his gym bag and throws it to Clay.

“Thanks.” He chuckles.

“So… do you wanna tell me what happened to you in the library earlier?” Bryce sits on the couch across from Clay.

“Wow… no segway into that?”

“No.”

“Ok… Ok… Well…” Clay goes silent.

“It’s because of your mom walking in, isn’t it?”

“Whoa! How’d you know?” Clay leans forward.

“Because that freaked me out. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

“Past tense?”

“Yeah. I was freaking out until I saw you in the library. Just then I realized I shouldn’t be afraid. That I shouldn’t worry about it until it happens.”

“So… just have fun until this all falls apart?”

“No, until we’re ready. We stay hidden. We stay together. We continue without fearing what may happen. We focus on doing what makes us happy until we figure out our next step”

“Okay.” Clay stands up, Bryce right behind him. “I think I can manage that.”

Right then both Clay and Bryce’s phone’s ding. They both grab their phones and look at them. In that instant, both of their hearts stop. Their bodies freeze as they both watch a video of them kissing, and Clay’s fingers up Bryce’s ass. The video seems to have been taken from one of the shed’s dirty windows. The number it comes from looks to be fake.

“So… what’s our next step?” Clay looks to Bryce.

Since Bryce was just a baby he has been told how great he is at everything and been taught by everyone around him that because he is so amazing he can do whatever he wants to whomever he wants.

Alex, on the other hand, has never really been complimented on anything. His father has always been very critical with him, making him go into his shell. Whenever that happens, Alex heads to a park a few blocks from his house that is secluded in the middle of trees.

One night Alex’ father tears into him about bleaching his hair. He smacks him around on the head a few times and shouts in his face before sending him to his room. Alex sneaks out his window and heads straight to his usual park and into the little castle, taking a seat on the top of the slide.

At the same time Bryce is at his own party where he sits bored with a bunch of drunk people. He decides to take a walk down the street when he see’s someone familiar walking into the park. Bryce follows the person and enters the park to see Alex Sandoval sitting on top fo the slide.

“What are you doing here loser?” Bryce walks to the bottom of the slide.

“Wow, how original.” Alex just looks down at Bryce in his lettermen’s jacket. “Just like that jacket.”

“Oh don’t you think your clever.”

“No, but compared to you I feel like a genius.”

“What did you just say?”

“Wow, I guess I gave you too much credit.”

“Say that to my face faggot.” Bryce kicks the slide.

“I’m the faggot? You’re the one that wants me to come to your face.”

Bryce reaches up the slide, grabbing Alex’ leg and pulling him down the slide. Alex kicks Bryce in the chest but Bryce only holds onto Alex tighter. Bryce pulls Alex off the slide then pushes him onto his knees.

“Stop it!” Alex can’t seem to shout and only moans the response.

“You want a faggot? I’ll show you a faggot.”

Bryce turns Alex around, pushing his face onto the bottom of the slide. While Bryce hold Alex down with his knee and one hand, he pulls Alex’s jeans until the button pops off and the pants slide down. Bryce pulls down Alex’s boxers to see his pale white ass.

“Look, your butt matches your hair.” Bryce just laughs as he unbuttons his pants and lets them drop to the ground.

“Now this is a fagot! Faggot!” Bryce’s penis is growing quite quickly n adjust as it reaches it’s peak, he shoves it into Alex.

Alex begins screaming but it’s muffled by the slide. Bryce pulls one of Alex’ shoes off and then a sock, shoving it into Alex’s mouth. Bryce begins quickly moving in and out of Alex’s ass as both his hands push Alex down. Within seconds Alex seems to give up, making Bryce happier. Bryce lets go of Alex and grabs the sides of the slide.

“God your tighter than half the girls at school.” Bryce laughs at his own joke as he runs a hand through his hair.

As Bryce begins sweating Alex loses more and more hope, going to a quiet place in his mind, waiting for this to be over. It’s only a minute before Bryce bites his lip and prepares to cum. A couple more thrusts and Bryce begins to cum.

“Oh….Yeah…” Bryce moans and begins slowing down.

Once finished he shakes the excess cum onto Alex’ butt before pulling his pants back up.

“Now you’ve had the best you could ever have. Your boyfriends goona be jealous.” Bryce slaps Alex on the ass before running a hand through his one last time and turning around to walk back to his house.

Alex stays there for almost an hour before getting up and heading home. He goes home and continues his life always thinking about what just happened but never mentioning it to anyone even on his death bed.

“When did you lose your virginity?”

“First blowjob when I was 8. First time actual sex was 12.” Bryce is trying not to smirk while he says that.

“Wow… with who?”

“Blowjob was from Monty. Sex was with Amber Henderson.”

“Amber Henderson? That girl who was sent to boarding school a couple years ago?”

“That’s the one.” They both laugh.

“What do you masturbate to?”

“Either gay porn or pictures of certain people.”

“Like who?”

“Honestly, Tony Padilla. His hair is amazing!” It is silent for a second before they both begin laughing. “And more recently I’ve been looking at pictures of… you…”

“Oh…”

“You’re blushing a little.” Clay is holding back a smile.

“Well, next question. Have you ever been in love?”

“No.”

“Have you ever really liked someone before?”

“Yes.”

“Not including me?”

“Yes.”

“Who was she?”

“He. And his name was Michael.”

“Tell me about him.”

“We were very close friends throughout elementary and middle school. It was always Justin, Michael and I. We were always hanging out together. We did everything together. But Michael and I were closer in ways Justin and I weren’t. We talked, a lot. And we talked about some very deep things. We told each other secrets we had never shared with anyone. We never had any secrets… that is besides my big crush on him. I thought the world of him. I knew I trusted him more than anyone else. I knew I could spend the rest of my life talking to him.” Bryce gets silent.

“Then what happened? Where is he now?”

“I believe he lives in Virginia now.”

“Virginia?”

“When we got to middle school I was ready to finally lose my virginity. I couldn’t wait anymore. But I didn’t want it to happen with Monty. I wanted it to be meaningful. So one night, Michael was staying over at my house.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah…” Bryce runs his hands through his hair. “We were sitting in my bed watching a movie when I leaned over and kissed him. I thought he would respond differently than he did. He pushed me back, jumped out of the bed and immediately left. I tried texting and calling him, but he had already blocked my number. By monday when I arrived at school, Justin told me that Michael and his family had moved to Texas.”

“What? How’d that happen?”

“His dad had apparently gotten a job offer weeks before, but Michael had begged his parents to not move, so they pushed it back. And I guess… I guess that night Michael went home and said he was ready to move. ‘Cause they did. When I went to his house after school that day it was cleaned out.”

“Wow…” Clay doesn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry.” It’s the only thing he could think of.

“It’s fine. I moved on. I’m better for it.”

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Pretend like it doesn’t matter? Like things don’t hurt you?”

“I don’t…”

“Remember, you told me you would tell me the complete truth.”

“Fine. It hurt. It hurt a lot. I really liked Michael and I thought he did to. When he left like that I told myself I would never feel that way again. So I had sex with Amber Henderson. It was meaningless and actually quite boring. Is that what you wanted to hear? Did you really want to hear about my dysfunctional life?”

“Yes. Yes I did.” Clay reaches over and grabs Bryce’s hand. “How about we continue this another time?”

“It’s fine. If you don’t want to talk to me again just tell me straight up.” Bryce stands up, moving his hand away.

“No. I mean that maybe we should meet up once I’m out of the hospital, and talk some more. Maybe someplace more private.”

“Oh…” Bryce feels embarrassed.

“Yeah Bryce Walker, you’re not going to get rid of me that easily.” They both laugh. “Now head out, visiting hour ends soon.”

“Fine.” Bryce grabs a napkin off the table and pulls a pen from his pocket, then writes his number down. “But text me if you get bored.”

“Maybe.”

BRYCE - Last Night

Bryce hated himself for the rest of the night, though he still let Monty finish the blowjob. Afterward, he kicked Monty out of his room and locked the door. He grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil and started writing. He was venting everything he felt. He wrote every feeling he had. He wrote about how he felt towards Clay, about what happened that night. Opposite of how he normally acts, he wrote down his true feelings and said the complete and utter truth. Then he crumpled the piece of paper in his hands and threw it in the trash. He turned around and punched the wall as hard as he could, breaking the skin on his fist and bleeding into the wall.

CLAY - Last Night

Clay ran out of their like never before. On his way down the stairs, he grabbed a shot from someone’s hand and took it before walking out of the house. He grabbed his bike and started going. Not going anywhere specific, but just going. He can’t believe he fell for it. He fell for Bryce Walker. How could he have believed Bryce had liked him? Bryce was just playing with him and he knew it all along, but couldn’t stop thinking of the small chance it was all real. God, he was stupid! That just kept running through his head. That’s when a bright white light shocked him out of his head and into the fact that a car was right next to him and going right towards him.

BRYCE - This Morning

Bryce wakes up in his living room, on the floor, and his head on the couch. The second the sun hits his eyes, a massive headache bangs through his forehead. He looks around to see Monty, Zach, and Justin lying around him dead asleep. The rest of the living room is a complete shit show. Solo cups are all over the floor and the furniture is moved into weird positions. In front of him, the TV is playing old Looney Toons episodes.

“Up!” Bryce punches Monty and Justin in the leg before getting up.

“Ouch!” Justin winces and opens his eyes.

“Damn!” Monty opens his eyes and sits up on the couch, accidentally kicking Zach in the head.

“Dude!” Zach moves up and pushes Monty’s feet away from him. “Your feet are nasty.” They all start laughing.

“Get up. The parents will be back tonight and this place needs to look ‘better than when they left’.” Zach and Justin get to their feet, but Monty just starts laughing while he looks at his phone.

“What?” Zach looks over to Monty’s phone. “Shit.”

“What?” Justin moves over to look. “Damn.” He chuckles a little.

“What?” Bryce asks as he walks back into the room with trash bags.

“That kid that was here last night… Clay. He apparently got hit by a car down the street. Marcus said he was drunk and riding his bike.” Monty starts texting someone.

“What a doofus.” Justin grabs a trash bag from Bryce. “You okay dude?” Bryce is just staring straight into nothing.

“Bryce…” Zach walks in front of Bryce, snapping him out of it.

“Oh. Yeah. Just waiting for you dumbasses to get up and moving.”

“Damn dude.” Monty gets off the couch.

“So… is he in the hospital?” Bryce whispers.

“Who?” Monty picks up some cups.

“That kid… Clay.”

“Oh. Yeah.” They all continue to clean and Bryce just stands still thinking.

CLAY - This Morning

“Owww.” Clay opens his eyes to bright white lights and a very clean and shiny hospital room.

“Clay!” He hears his mom shout before she appears on top of him and begins hugging him.

“Mom…” Clay moans, his mom backing off.

“Sorry.” Clay sits up. “How do you feel?”

“I’ve got a bit of a headache.” He rubs his neck. “And my neck is sore. And why does my leg hurt so much?” Clay looks down to see a cast on his left leg.

“Sorry hun.”

“Dam…ng…” Clay smiles, trying to hide what he almost said.

“Nice catch.” They both laugh. “The doctors say you’ll need that cast for a month. We’re taking you home in two days. I already called the school and you can go back next week. I’m picking up your homework after work each day, so you still have stuff to do.”

“Great.”

“Your dad is at work and I really need to head to work to, but call me if you need anything.” Clay just smiles. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.” His mom leaves and he reaches for his phone.

AFTERNOON

“Clay?” Clay turns from the TV and to his room’s door to see Bryce standing in the doorway.

“Go away.”

“Clay…”

“Go. Away. Now.” Clay turns back to the TV and Bryce turns away.

“No.” Bryce turns back around and walks right into the room, closing the door.”

“Get out of here!” Clay shouts.

“Stop it. I made a mistake. I know that. But it was just that, a mistake. I wasn’t trying to hurt you. Trust me, I want nothing more than to not hurt you. I hurt everyone, but I want that to stop. You’re the first person I care to try and stop hurting. So I’m not leaving. I’m not giving up. I’m going to keep trying as hard as I can to get you to trust me.”

“What about Monty? You two a thing?”

“God no!” Bryce begins to laugh. “Monty and I have ‘done’ stuff together since third grade. It only happens three or four times a year, and only when one of us hasn’t had any for a long time. Monty is just going through a dry spell. And he was wasted.”

“Oh…” Clay sits there thinking.

“I want you to believe every word I say and want you to want me around. So please, ask me anything, anything at all.”

“Really?” Clay is intrigued.

“I will sit here all day and night and answer every question you can possibly think of for as long as it takes for you to trust me.”

“Fine.”

“Fire away.”

“Fine… my first question is…”