The Bus Station
by Jonathan Perkins
Chapter 4
Everyone was tired the morning after the carnival. Especially JR. He had been going full throttle from 6:00 AM Sunday until they got home at 11:00 that night. Drew got up as usual and grabbed a quick bite for breakfast and headed over to the station to open up, letting JR sleep in. Brett slept on the couch, not wanting to face Drew and JR. He opened one eye as Drew walked past him and mumbled something but Drew didn't understand what he said or even cared for that matter. Drew's mom and aunt came over around 10:00 to give him a break. JR was no where to be seen and Drew assumed he was still sleeping blissfully. Drew went back to the house and tiptoed up the stairs to not wake JR if he was still sleeping. At the top of the stairs he heard Brett's voice coming from the bedroom.
"So you think you're so god damn smug, you little faggot. Spying on me at the fair. You probably wanted to come over and take my place, didn't you?" Brett grumbled in a low voice.
"No I didn't. We didn't mean to spy on you, we were just looking for you to tell you it was time to go, honest," JR said, his voice quivering.
"No, you wanted to get Phil's cock up your ass. Well it's too late for that, but I'm going to give you the next best thing. My cock!" Brett laughed.
"No, please don't. I've never been fucked and I sure as hell don't want to start now," JR again pleaded.
"Oh you want it, all right. Your wimpy goody two shoes boyfriend hasn't given it to you yet so I'll break you in for him. If he ever gets the balls to fuck you."
"Please Brett, let me go. I won't tell anyone about this. Or about last night."
"You're damn right you won't. Because after I fuck your virgin ass I'm going to stick my shit covered cock in your mouth and make you suck all your ass juice off it, nice and clean," Brett threatened. "You'll have shit breath and no one will want to be close enough to hear you say anything," laughing.
"Ow! That hurt!" JR yelled out.
"That was just my finger, you fairy. You're going to get a lot more than that in your hole. I'm just lubing you up so shut up or I'll dry fuck you!"
Drew couldn't believe what he was hearing. The door was locked but that didn't stop him from kicking it open, splintering the doorjamb. He stormed into the room and saw JR naked, on his back with his hands tied over his head to the bedpost. Brett was naked and was kneeling between JR's legs, lifted high over Brett's shoulders. JR's ass and his cock were glistening from the copious amounts of lube Brett had smeared on him.
The rage built up to a fever pitch in Drew as he flew across the room and gave Brett a hard shove to knock him off the side of the bed. Drew reached to untie JR's hands but before he could get him completely loose, Brett came flying up from the floor and tackled Drew, both of them going over the other side of the bed and onto the floor.
Brett had the advantage of several inches in height and about 20 pounds on Drew but Drew had the rage factor going for him. Like a mother bear protecting her cubs, Drew rolled Brett onto his back and began to punch him hard and fast in the head and upper body. Threw his tears, JR pleaded with Drew to stop before he killed him.
"Drew, please stop! Finish untying me. He's had enough."
Drew stopped and looked at Brett's bloody face and got up to untie JR. He had him untied when Brett got up off the floor and grabbed Drew from behind and threw him on the floor.
"Stop! Both of you, stop it!" JR hollered. But there was no stopping the fight. Brett slammed Drew on the floor and stood up to kick him. Brett was barefoot so the kicks hurt his foot as much as it hurt Drew's side. Drew grabbed Brett's foot on the third kick and upended him, landing him on the floor hard enough to knock the wind out of him. Drew stood up and he lost all self-control.
"So, you like to kick, do you?" he screamed as he hauled his shod foot back and put his weight into a swift kick to Brett's ribs. Brett spit a mouthful of blood on the floor as he clutched his side. Drew's lined up his next kick to take aim at Brett's balls but Brett saw that coming and pulled his legs up to him tightly to protect his privates. Drew went for the next best target and kicked him hard in his thigh, forcing Brett to roll to his other side. One more kick to his back and JR's begging finally got through to Drew. Drew didn't care if he crippled Brett for life, or even killed him for that matter. No one was going to try and rape JR and get away with it.
Brett got up on his hands and knees and crawled towards the door. Drew gave him a shove in the ass with his foot to push him out.
"Get the fuck out of here and never come back, EVER!"
Drew's heart was racing faster than the engine in Butch's bus when he was behind schedule. He took a deep breath to get his composure back. He heard JR quietly whimpering behind him. He turned around and JR was curled up in a fetal position in the middle of the bed, the ropes still tie to his wrists. Drew walked over and took one arm then the other and got the ropes off. Then he climbed on the bed and pulled JR to him, holding him tight and softly whispering,
"It's over, JR. You're safe. He's never going to hurt you again. Or anyone else if I can help it." Over and over again, Drew kept reassuring JR that he was safe in his arms. "Ssh, stop crying, it's going to be okay."
Drew heard the back door close and knew that Brett had left the house, hopefully for good. He and JR lay on the bed for almost an hour before JR lifted his head and looked at Drew.
"I'm so embarrassed. I'm sorry I caused all this trouble. Your mother never should have taken me in. I'll be gone by tomorrow," JR said.
"You did not cause this. Brett is a predator and if anyone should never have been allowed to stay here it was Brett, not you."
"It will just be better if I go," JR reiterated.
"And go where? To sleep in another bus station? Panhandle for enough money to eat? No, you're staying right here where you belong, with the guy who loves you. The only way I would let you go anywhere is if I was going with you. Got it?" Drew said with feeling.
JR sniffled his runny nose from crying and leaned up to kiss Drew.
"I'm a fucking mess. Snot all over my face, enough tears to water your mom's garden for the year and all the damn goo that Brett smeared on me," as he looked up and down his naked body.
"You sure are a hot mess, that's for sure. Let's get you into the shower and get you cleaned up," Drew said as he picked up JR in his arms and carried him to the bathroom. He ran the shower to get the water hot and then helped JR get in. JR was still unsteady on his feet so Drew told him to put his hands against the wall and Drew would wash him.
Drew worked up a lather in his hands and gently washed JR, starting at his shoulders and working his way down his body. When he got to his ass crack, he commented,
"I don't know what Brett used but it's hell to wash off. Bear with me and I'll get you clean."
"Please do, I don't want any reminded of that jerk left on me," JR commanded Drew.
Drew continued to wash Drew's ass then worked down his legs. He then told JR to turn around so he could wash the front of him. He gently rubbed his soapy hands over JR's face and his hair, rinsing him off then working down the front of his body.
"I don't know why he put this goop on your cock. Unless he was going to sit on your cock after he fucked you."
"Who knows what the hell he was thinking. I'm just glad he's gone. Drew, can I ask you a favor?"
"Sure, anything. Name it." Drew offered his lover.
"He put some in my ass and I can still feel it kind of squishy back there. Would you mind cleaning it out a little, inside I mean?" JR's face turning red. They had engaged in some sexy play but this was a different kind of personal interaction.
JR turned his back to Drew again as Drew lathered up his hands again. He ran his fingers up and down JR's ass crack then over his cheeks. Finally he spread his cheeks and pressed a finger against JR rosebud. He swirled his finger around the outside to get as much as he could. JR pushed his hips back and bend over slightly.
"Can you get the inside?" he asked.
Drew applied more soap to his fingers and slowly pushed against JR anus. His finger slipped in quite easily with all the soap and the remnants of the lube. JR let out a quiet moan and pushed his ass back even further.
"Oh, yes, that's doing it. It feels better already but keep going a little deeper if you would."
Drew began to wonder just how much goop could be left inside him and whether or not JR was using this as an excuse to get his ass played with.
"Okay, I've got it all. Clean as can be," Drew announced.
"Thanks, I really appreciate it. One more favor. Could you wash my cock again and make sure it's clean, too?"
JR turned around and surprised Drew with a full on boner, standing tall and proud. Drew lathered up his hands again, took JR's stiff cock in his hand and worked his hand back and forth, applying more pressure with each stroke. He stopped when he felt it was sufficiently clean and rinsed it off.
"That should take care of it," Drew announced. "Just one more thing I need to do."
"What is that?" a disappointed JR asked, wanting Drew to continue working his cock.
"This!" as Drew brought his mouth to the tip of JR's cock and licked it and then took it full length into his mouth, gagging and then backing off a little.
Drew knew that JR had been traumatized by what Brett had done. He wanted to make sure JR knew that he still cared deeply for him and nothing was going to change his feelings for him. Drew thought back to his initial feeling of JR's mouth on him and hoped JR was having the same feelings. He remembered how intimate it was to have his cock, the part of him that was primarily for pissing and cumming, now inside JR's mouth. How special it felt for his friend to be doing this to him. Those feeling were quickly replace by the ecstasy of the feeling of the warm wet mouth engulfing his cock. The pressure on the head from JR's tongue pressing it against the roof of his mouth. The tightness of the back of JR's mouth as his cock neared the top of his throat. Reliving every hot second of his first blowjob got Drew hard and enthused about doing the same for JR, although he wasn't sure it was J's first or not.
As Drew took JR's cock in his mouth, he was surprised at the silky smoothness of the skin. He knew it was smooth when he had it in his hand while jerking it but this was different. He moved his lips over the head and then down onto the shaft. His tongue got a taste of the precum leaking out, the salty taste pushing Drew's hormone level higher. He could only imagine what a mouthful of his cum would taste like and was anxious to compare. Moving his head forward slowly, it seemed like JR's cock had to be at least two or three feet long. It just kept going in and going in, all because of Drew's slow movement. This was his first time with any one's manhood in his mouth and he wanted it to last as long as possible. Finally the tip hit the back of his throat and gagged him slightly. He pulled off just enough to feel comfortable and stayed perfectly still. It was in! He had taken as much of JR as he could. He pressed his tongue up against the bottom of the intruder, pressuring it to the roof of his mouth. Still not moving, Drew could feel slight twitches as JR's pulse could be felt from the blood cursing through the veins in his meat.
JR was leaning his shoulders back against the shower wall, his hips thrust forward sticking his hard cock as far forward as possible. JR had sucked the gardener when he was still at home, but the gardener never reciprocated. This was the first time his cock had been in anything but his hand or Drew's hand. He had dreamed about this happening but didn't think it ever would. The fact that the boy who he was in love with was doing this was sending his mind in spasms. The sensation of Drew's mouth on his cock, the fact that his boyfriend, although not officially confirmed yet, was sucking him, and fulfillment of his fantasy was all swirling around inside his head. After a few minutes, he pushed everything aside and just concentrated on what Drew was doing and the overwhelming pleasure it was giving him.
Drew began to work his mouth, back and forth, swirling his tongue and trying to do everything that JR had done. He reached up and grabbed his hips and pulled him close, reaching around and massaging his ass cheeks. Remembering how JR had moaned when a finger was pushed in his hole, Drew slid a finger in JR's crack, found his hole and pushed his finger in. JR let out a loud moan then softly said over and over,
"Oh fuck Drew, I love you, I love you so damn much!"
It didn't take more than a few minutes of this and JR tensed up, thrust his body forward, grabbed the back of Drew's head and filled Drew's mouth to overflowing with his seed. Drew swallowed as much as he could, then stood up and kissed JR, exchanging his cum and swirling it around in their mouths.
Drew pulled back and looked into JR's eyes.
"I love you too, you god damn runaway!" laughing as he said it.
"I'm so glad you saved me from Brett. When I decide to lose my virginity, I want it to be with Brett's cousin, no one else."
Drew was taken aback momentarily. He had just told JR he loved him and now he proclaimed he wanted a cousin of Brett's to take his virginity? What the hell? Then it dawned on him. HE was Brett's cousin.
"Fuck you, asshole," Drew laughed as he tickled JR.
"I hope so, but I'm not ready yet. Okay?" JR said with a cheeky grin.
"Me neither."
"Thank you for everything today, especially the blow job. That was incredible."
"I thought so too," Drew replied.
"A little high on ourselves, aren't we?"
"No, I mean it was incredible for me. Feeling you inside my mouth, imagining how it must have felt for you. Being able to bring you that much pleasure and being so intimate with you was something I've never experienced with anyone before. I will want to do it again, soon."
"We will, I can promise you that, and often."
Drew lifted JR out of the shower and toweled him dry, gently patting his body from top to bottom with a large bath towel. Then he lifted him in his arms and started for the bedroom.
"I'm not a baby, you know. I can walk," JR protested.
"I know. But your mine now and I'm going to take care of you," Drew responded with a kiss on JR's cheek.
"Does this mean we're boyfriends now?"
"I hate labels. I'm not gay and you're not my boyfriend," Drew pronounced
"It sure seems like you're both, if you ask me."
"And that's why no asked you."
"Then what are we?"
"If you need a label, I'm Drew and you're JR. Isn't that good enough for you?"
"But I thought you just said you loved me. And I love you. Doesn't that count for something?" JR asked a bit confused.
"Yes, we love each other. I love my mom. She the only mom I want. And she loves me. I love you and you're the only one I want to share my bed and my life with me. And you love me. See what I mean?"
JR thought about it and then was going to ask Drew if he'd give his mother oral. But he knew that would be disrespectful and over the line.
"I guess so." Putting his arms tighter around Drew's neck, "As long as we're together I'm happy, what ever we call it. Happier than I've ever been in my life."
JR got dressed and the two boys headed to the station, grinning and smirking at each other. When they got to the counter, Drew's mom noticed the red mark on Drew's cheek where Brett had landed a punch.
"What happened to your face, Drew?" she asked as she put her hand up to the red mark.
Thinking quickly, JR answered,
"The clumsy klutz walked into the door when he came to get me."
Drew just made a goofy face and nodded.
"I'll have to be more careful, sorry Mom."
Elaine and Mildred turned the counter over to the boys and headed back to the house. The rest of the day was fairly routine. As they were getting ready to close, JR got a worried look on his face.
"What are we going to do about Brett?" he asked Drew.
"Nothing. I don't think he'll come back to the house if he knows what's good for him. If he does and so much as looks at you I'll finish what I started this morning."
"No more fighting. I don't want to cause any trouble for your mom or Mildred," JR pleaded.
"It won't be you causing the trouble, it will be him for showing his asshole face in our house."
"Am I included in that 'our house' you just said?" JR asked
"Of course you are. Mom invited you to be part of our family now so that house is your house now as well," Drew explained.
"Fine. Then I'm telling you, just like your mother would tell you, no more fighting!"
"So now you're my mother?"
"This morning you said you loved you mother and didn't want another. Then you said it was the same with me, you loved me. So honor my wishes and no fighting."
Drew saw JR had backed him into a corner.
"Only because I love you," and gave JR a hug.
The boys got to the house and cleaned up for supper. They helped set the table and put out the food. Brett walked in as everyone was sitting down eating.
"You're late," Elaine said tersely without turning around to look at him.
"Holy hell, what happened to your face?" Mildred exclaimed as she saw the fat lip, the black eye and the bruises on his face.
"I ran into a door," he said averting his eyes from his mother and glaring at Drew and JR.
Elaine turned and looked at him.
"How many times did you run into that door, Brett?" she asked. She looked at the boys who had their heads down eating quietly. "Okay, no bullshit, what the hell is going on here?"
Two swear words in one sentence. The boys knew she was mad and they fess up.
"Brett and I had a disagreement this morning and Drew got involved," JR said, not going into the details.
"Must have been one hell of a disagreement. Why did you get involved, Drew?" his mother said, glaring at him.
Drew looked at JR then at Brett. Brett had a smug look on his face figuring JR had made up a good scenario and he wouldn't get in trouble. Drew's anger came to the surface almost immediately.
"Disagreement? Is that what you call it, JR. I came back to the house this morning to wake up JR and Brett was attacking him!" Drew growled.
"He was attacking him?" Elaine asked looking for clarification.
"Attacking him? No, he was trying to rape him. Right there in our room on my bed!"
Elaine and Mildred both looked at Brett with their mouths open.
"Is this true, Brett?" Elaine asked.
"I was just playing around. I didn't mean anything by it. Drew just flew off the handle and started beating me up," Brett tried to tone things down.
"Playing around? Both of you stripped naked with JR's arms tired to the bed while you kneeled between his legs? Not what anyone would call playing around!" Drew's voice getting louder and angrier as he stood up knocking over his chair.
Brett and Drew both had curled up their fists ready for round two when JR spoke up.
"Remember, Drew, you promised," grabbing his arm to stop him.
Drew just stood his ground but wasn't going to back down if Brett started anything. Brett saw the same look in Drew's eyes as this morning and decided the better choice was to turn and leave the house quickly. Drew picked up his chair and sat back down.
"Drew, why on Earth didn't you tell me about this?" his mom asked.
"JR was afraid is you knew he about the trouble you'd kick him out, just like his father did," Drew explained.
"Miles Danforth!" Elaine exclaimed pointing a finger at JR. "I would never summarily kick you out of our house. It would take a lot more than a fight to be cause for that. You did not start this and are not to blame in the least. Do you understand?"
"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry for everything," he hung his head and a tear rolled down his cheek.
"The only thing you have to be sorry for is not having more faith in me. I confronted your father to keep you safe and I'll do the same for anyone else who tries to hurt you."
JR picked his head up and smiled as he walked over to Elaine and gave her a hug.
"He's just like his father. They are both trash," Mildred began. "His father would be out running around town cheating on me and when he didn't get what he wanted he would come home drunk and force himself on me. I tried to stop him but he got physical and I feared for my well being. Feeling him inside me as he lay on top on me made me want to throw up. Now his piece of shit son is doing the same thing. Elaine I don't want him allowed in this house ever again."
"I've already made up my mind to that, you needn't worry. Let's finish eating and turn in early tonight. We could all use a good night's sleep."
Things were quiet as they finished eating and cleaned up. The boys were headed for the stairs when Drew's mom, stopped them.
"I'm going to return the single bed tomorrow. Now that Brett is gone no one will be using it and there is no sense keeping it," she said with a wink.
Both the boy's faces turned red knowing that Elaine knew they were sleeping together. They bounded up the stairs two steps at a time and into their bedroom, jumping on the bed at the same time.
"Your mother is a one in a million, Drew. She knew all the time we were sleeping together and never let on."
"Now you see why I love her so much."
"I do. And I'm beginning to love her as well," JR stated. "So I assume we're good if I pay you back for this morning," as he reached over and undid Drew's pants.
Both boys got undressed and enjoy some loving reciprocal oral sex before cuddling up and falling asleep in each other's arms, not worrying about being caught that way in the morning.
For several days no one had seen hide nor hair of Brett. Butch came in for his morning coffee on Thursday and the boys asked him if he had seen Brett anywhere. Butch got around and knew things almost as well as Elaine.
"Matter of fact I did. Bright and early Tuesday morning I was filling up the bus at the truck stop when the trucks from the carnival were topping off and heading out. Brett was sitting in the passenger's seat of the truck hauling the Ferris wheel. I assumed he was running away with them. While the driver, an older looking guy, was fueling up, I went up to the truck and spoke to Brett briefly. I gave him a twenty-dollar bill and told him to keep it for a bus ticket home if he ever needed it. Told him to call his mother when he got to where he was going so let her know he was okay. They may have their differences, but a mother still loves their children no matter what."
Neither boy wanted to tell Butch what had happened but they were relieved that Brett was headed out of town, presumably with the guy they saw fucking him Sunday night. That night they told Mildred what Butch had told them. She thanked them and then shed a tear knowing full well that she'd probably never see her son again.
Summer was coming to an end. Most boys like Drew and JR would be sad that the lazy days of summer were almost over but they were actually excited to be starting school. Drew's mom had pulled some strings and stretched the truth a little, telling the school that JR was her nephew and was going to be staying with them. She couldn't get his school records because there had been a fire at his old schools and his records had been destroyed (crossing her fingers at these little white lies). Remember that back when this story took place there were no computerized records, everything was on paper. Because of his age, the school wanted to place him a grade higher than Drew. Elaine knew the boys would want to stay together so she suggested testing JR to see where he would fit scholastically. Knowing JR had attended private schools and had a very well rounded education, she coached him to not necessarily do his best on the testing, wink, wink. JR tanked the tests and was place in the same grade as Drew. JR would goof off in class and not do very well on his assignments but would discreetly tutor his fellow classmates whenever he could. He had his father's mind for math and numbers and excelled in that subject. His math teacher noticed and mentioned it to him that he couldn't do any better than 70 for a class grade but was helping other students pass their tests, wondering what was going on.
"Those who can't do it teach it," giving his teacher a devilish smile.
"Okay, wise guy. I appreciate the help, as do they. Our little secret."
Over the next month or so Drew was noticing another character trait of JR's. He knew the cocky swagger of the independent runaway, leaving home to face the unknown but willing to do so to escape his horrid life at home. The independent survivor who toiled carrying bags for travelers to make enough money to buy some food while securing a unauthorized place to live back in the storeroom. The lonely lost soul who was desperate for a friend, someone he could be close to. The respectful and grateful young man who knew the chance Elaine took by bringing him into her house and making him part of her family. The excited child like adolescent who wanted as many rides on the Ferris wheel as he could get. And the scared young man at the hands of Brett.
JR had emerged from his cocoon of protect shell he enclosed himself in when they first met to emerge as a the social butterfly, making more new friends at school in a month than Drew had in his years living here. Drew and his mom wanted JR in the same class as Drew so he could introduce JR to Drew's friends and help him fit in. Now it was Drew who would proudly announce that JR was his cousin and his friend. True to form, JR did not ignore Drew or abandon him as his circle of friends grew but rather spend as much time during the day as he could with Drew.
Bernie was hanging around with Drew and JR during free period and at lunch. Drew was happy that he and Bernie had reconnected. They had been friends for a long time but hadn't seen too much of each other while Drew was home schooled. The five guys from the football team weren't too happy about this, however. They felt they might lose their 'Blow Boy Bernie' if he became too chummy with Drew and JR. On occasion they would stop by the table where the boys sat and tell Bernie he had to move to sit with them, which he grudgingly did.
"Drew, we really have to do something about Bernie," JR mentioned.
"Like what? Tell him to stay away from them?"
"No, he's too much of a follower. We have to tell them to leave him alone."
"Yeah, right, like that's going to happen. Bernie is a big boy and make his own decisions," Drew stated.
"Really? They told him to move and he moved. Did he look happy about it?"
"So what do you propose?" Drew asked, nervous about what JR had in mind.
"Tomorrow we stay after school and go to the gym locker room after practice is over. We'll settle this once and for all." JR said without laying out any particular plan.
"You and I are going to take on five football players all by ourselves? You're nuts!"
"You and I and the court of public opinion."
"And how exactly is that going to happen?"
"Remember when you told me to trust you that you had a plan to tell Butch and your mom about me?"
"Yeah. But I didn't really have a plan. I just winged it," Drew admitted.
"I have a plan and it will work."
"For your sake and mine, I sure as hell hope so," Drew conceded.
The next afternoon the boys hung around in the hallway leading to the locker room. After they were confident all the players had left except the five that were getting sucked off by Bernie, they quietly snuck into the locker room and followed the voices of those five.
"I'm first Bernie," Steve, the ringleader announced. "That bitch of a girlfriend still isn't putting out. Do me first and then do me a second time when everyone is finished."
"Okay, Steve, whatever you say," Bernie dutifully obeyed.
JR waved Drew to follow, going to the back of the locker room. Bernie was on his knees in the last row with the five guys pulling off their towels to reveal stiff cocks waiting their turn at his mouth. They got right up behind them and JR yelled,
"Fun time is over, boys, put away your meat. Bernie get up off your knees."
They all looked at JR in total surprise. Drew just stood behind JR hoping they would get out of there with out too much of a beating.
"I know you assholes. You were at the carnival," Steve spoke.
"Bernie, you're done being their personal cocksucker. Get up and get dressed," JR asserted himself.
"Who the fuck do you think you are telling any of us what to do?" Steve yelled directly at JR.
"I'm the guy who is going to explain to Bernie that there is no club, you guys have no intention of sucking each other when Bernie's six months are up. You just using him and he doesn't even know it."
"He likes sucking our cock, don't you Bernie?" Steve asked him.
Bernie just hung his head and didn't say a word.
"You two better get the hell out of here while you can still walk," Steve threatened.
"We're going to leave one of two ways. Either you start sucking each other's cocks to show Bernie you really are a blow job club, or Bernie leaves here with us now and this whole charade ends."
"Or number three, your beaten and bloody bodies get carried out of here," Steve shot back.
"Or, I tell everyone in school that I've been coming here after practice and giving head to you guys so I could fit in and be popular," JR looked each and every one of them in the eye, one at a time.
"And who in their right mind would believe that?" Steve laughed.
"I'm not on the team and wouldn't be in the locker room when you shower. How else would I know that two of you are uncut, one of your cocks hangs sharply to the left and yours, Steve, sticks straight up against your stomach and is tapered to a really small head if I wasn't sucking you all?" JR pointed out.
The five of them grabbed towels and covered themselves, looking nervously from one to another.
"You ain't got the balls. You'd be outing yourself as a fucking queer," Steve pointed out.
"I'm only going to be here another month so it really doesn't matter to me. Bernie still has to finish high school here and shouldn't have to put up with you jerks any longer. That's my deal, take it or leave it," JR threw down his ultimatum.
"That's right, you've only been here a month and you're leaving in a month so you have no credibility with anyone. It's our word against yours."
"Maybe so, but your team mates will recognize my description of your cocks and they will have never seen me in here. And how many other people are going to believe juicy gossip like this over the word of five cocky, arrogant dumb jocks. Can you put up with the whispers, the looks and the giggles from the girls as you walk the halls? Better make up your minds fast. We have to get going," JR said as he turned to slowly walk towards the front of the locker room.
The five guys were huddling, just like on the field, trying to determine their next play. Should they risk a pass or just punt? Luckily for Drew and JR and Bernie, they made the wise decision to punt. Steve slammed his fist into a locker, the sound of flesh and bone meeting steel with a unique and agonizing sound.
"Get the fuck out of here, Thompson," Steve yelled at Bernie. "Don't you or your friends ever come within fifty feet of us or we'll beat the ever loving shit out of you. And that's a promise!"
Bernie grabbed his clothes and hustled to catch up with the boys. They stopped at the door to the locker room to let Bernie get dressed.
"Fuck, JR, that was the worst plan ever! You almost got us killed!" Drew whispered as he looked back to make sure that none of the guys were following them.
"The threat of public opinion works every time," JR said smugly. Then he turned to Bernie." Bernie, I'm sorry this happened but I felt you should know the truth. They were just taking advantage of you for free sex."
"I know. I knew all along," Bernie came clean.
"Then why go along with it?" Drew asked.
Hanging his head as he zipped up his pants,
"To be perfectly honest, I kind of liked sucking them. I'm gay and I've known it for a while. I didn't know what to do about it and then when these guys approached me it was the perfect set up for me. I just didn't want to come right out and say I was gay. I'd be ridiculed and bullied until I had to leave school."
"Aww hell, I'm sorry Bernie. Drew and I will figure something out for you, I promise," JR said sincerely.
"Another fabulous plan in the making?" Drew said sarcastically.
The next day at school the boys found out that Bernie had been fired as the team manager, a fancy term for a student who picks up the locker room, checks supplies in the storeroom and helps on the sidelines during a game. Bernie loved football and was so looking forward to being on the team. When he took his physical the doctors discovered he had a heart murmur. Not a serious condition but enough that it kept him from playing. The five guys saw a vulnerability and decided to exploit it. They talked coach into making him the team manager and then convinced him to be their personal cocksucker with their story of the 'club', the team manager always being a member. Now that Bernie was no longer in the 'club' the five guys talked to the coach and they dropped Bernie as the team manager.
As school ended, Bernie passed the boys as he was leaving school. He stopped and glared at them.
"Yeah, another fabulous plan, huh JR?" and walked out of the building.
"We should have left well enough alone. We really screwed Bernie over," Drew commented.
"I was only trying to help. I didn't think it would turn out like this."
"Well, it did," Drew shot back. This was the first time Drew had been upset with JR since he met him.
"We have to do something. We can't let him down," JR went on.
"Oh no, you've done enough. Leave it alone and let him work it out. Bernie has always been my friend and I don't want him hurt any more than he already is," Drew said emphatically.
JR just nodded his head and walked on silently, his mind trying to come up with another plan.
The next day JR told Drew that he had to stay after school to help a classmate study his math. He would take the late bus home so Drew didn't have to wait around. JR headed off towards the library at the end of school for his supposed tutoring session. He waited there until he knew football practice would be over and went down to the locker room. He slipped in the unlocked door and found the five guys in their usual spot at the last row of lockers.
"Hurry up and get done with him, I'm next and I really need it," Steve complained as he leaned against a locker slowly stroked his stiff leaking cock. "That bitch still isn't putting out."
On the bench in front of him sat two of the guys, their rigid members being sucked off by two others that were kneeling in front of them. JR was stopped in his tracks. They actually did suck each other.
"That god damn twerp that screwed up everything is going to get fucked up one of these days, fucked up bad and real soon," Steve threatened.
JR had second thoughts about this. Maybe coming here alone wasn't such a good idea. He hadn't wanted Drew to come with him in case he made matters worse for Bernie. He didn't want Drew to have to shoulder any of the blame.
Just then one of the guys saw JR's head peeking around the corner of the locker.
"Hey Steve, look! He's back again."
"Well, well, well. Looks like I won't have to wait my turn. Get your skinny ass over here twerp and get on your knees and suck my cock," Steve demanded.
"Hey Steve, you said he was going to get fucked up one of these days. Now seems as good a time as any. Let's fuck him!"
"Yeah, instead of making Bernie our blow boy we can make this jerk our butt fucker. A tight hole is much better than a sloppy mouth any day. Get over here now and bend over!" Steve yelled.
JR was about to panic. He had already survived one rape attempt but now there were five and he didn't see an easy way out. His heart skipped a neat or two as he felt a firm hand grip his shoulder. They must have back up and he had no where to run. Drew turned to see who had a hold of him. It was Coach Wilson. He had forgotten some papers in his office and had seen JR slip into the locker room when he came back to retrieve them. Not recognizing JR from any of the teams, he silently followed him to see what he was up to.
"You stay right here, son. Nobody is going to be fucking anyone today. Not on my watch! Go sit in my office and I'll be there shortly," the coach's booming voice echoing through the locker room. "You boys get dressed and meet me before practice tomorrow and we'll discuss this situation." He could be heard to mutter under his breath as he walked back towards his office, 'Jesus Christ, my starting line is filled with fucking pansies.'
"So what the hell was that all about?" the coach demanded to know.
JR laid out the whole story about what the boys had been doing to Bernie.
"Sons of bitches! Bernie is a good kid. He didn't deserve any of this. I don't care what my guys do on their own time off school grounds but I won't abide by any bullying, coercion, threats or physical assaults on my watch. I'm going to have a serious talk with them tomorrow. You can tell Bernie he has his job back as manager, if he wants it. But no additional duties allowed. As for you, I think its commendable that you stuck up for your friend but you better steer clear of those guys until this all calms down," coach advised.
"Yes sir. And thank you. I'll let Bernie know," JR stood and shook coach's hand then left. He wanted to get as far away as he could before the guys finished dressing and came out of the locker room.
JR got home and told Drew he got Bernie's job back if he wants it.
"Now what did you do?" Drew asked
"I just walked into the locker room and said, 'look you mother fuckers, Bernie gets his job back or you're all in for a world of hurt'. That's what I told them alright," JR said in his most authoritative voice as he puffed out his chest.
"Like hell you did."
JR told Drew the whole story as Drew sat in amazement shaking his head.
"You just couldn't leave it alone, could you?" Drew asked when JR had finished.
"No, I couldn't. Remember when you save me from Brett? I felt so vulnerable that morning but then you came and saved me. The relief I felt was so overwhelming I promised that if I could do the same for someone some day I would, no matter what. Well, today was the day. I just hope Bernie get the same feeling of relief that I did." JR explained.
"He'll be glad to have his job back but yesterday he sounded like he was going to miss sucking their cocks. Bernie is gay, remember, and that part of it wasn't so bad for him."
"Sucking a cock can be fun," JR giggled, "but it's more fun when it's by choice and not by coercion," JR pointed out.
"Damn, I'm so proud of you right now. I could just kiss you," Drew smirked.
"Then why the hell don't you," JR had barely finished saying when Drew grabbed him and kissed him hard on the mouth. After several minutes of passionate kissing, Drew pulled back and looked at JR. "Damn, you got balls going up against those guys alone."
"Yes I do, big ones. And they clang as I walk," JR laughed
"Just as long as they're not so big that I can't fit them in my mouth," Drew kidded.
"Only one way to find out, isn't there," as JR took a step back and grabbed his crotch.
Drew picked up JR and moved him to the bed. For the next hour they kissed, fondled, licked, sucked balls and cocks, finger each other, then started it all over again. Before they went to sleep, Drew looked JR in the eyes.
"The other day in the locker room you told those guys you were leaving in a month and didn't care if you let everyone know you're gay. Is that true?" Drew asked seriously.
"Nope, not a word of it. If I let everyone know I was gay it would fall back on you as well. I'd never do that to you," JR stated.
"What about the leaving part?"
"When you're dealing with bullies, you have to be a bigger bully. I had to make them believe I had nothing to lose and they had everything to lose. A total bluff."
"You're something else," Drew kissed him.
The next day Coach laid down the law to the five boys. Everyone would shower and leave the locker room right after practice, no stragglers. He would monitor the showers and the locker room and not leave until the last one was out before he locked the doors.
"Steve, hold up a minute. Your math teacher contacted me this morning as told me you're in danger of failing her class. I've signed you up for a math tutor during lunch period two days a week," Coach told him.
"During lunch period? I can't go without my lunch? I'll starve." He complained.
"You certainly won't starve but your performance at practice might suffer so I've arraigned for lunch to be brought to you and your tutor in the library. This is mandatory if you want to stay on the team," coach advised him.
"Fine, what ever. When do I start?"
"Tomorrow. Go to the library right after your last morning class. The tutor will be waiting for you."
"Maybe it will be some hot girl and it will be tolerable," Steve grinned.
"I don't know who it is, your math teacher arranged this. But if you don't take this seriously you'll be gone. No screwing around!"
The next day Steve reported as required to the school library. He opened the door and saw the back of his tutor sitting at the furthest table. Damn, it wasn't a hot girl. He walked up and dropped his books on the table, making a loud thud. The librarian hushed him as the startled tutor turned his face to him.
Steve and JR's faces went blank as they stared at each other. What had Coach and the math teacher done?
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