Straight High School Cock--Number 6

One of the things I truly enjoy is the hunt. Finding a straight guy and manipulating him to the point where he can’t wait for me to get on his cock. This is usually a long process and patience is a must. It can take weeks, and in a few instances, months for this to happen. However, sometimes it only takes a few hours. This is one such story.



We were down one run but it was only the bottom of the fifth so we still had a chance. Sports in a small town is an essential part of growing up. And if you played sports, you were golden. And in the town I grew up in, if you played baseball you were kings. So far we were undefeated for the season. Our biggest competition was the Wildcats, a high school team about 45 miles away. Six teams were scheduled to play that day, and it was customary for the teams to watch all the games. Our team and the Wildcats were the first teams to play. Playing first base, I had a perfect view of the game. And of the players on the Wildcats team.



Number 6 had caught my eye since I saw the team walk into their dugout. He had that swagger that was a mixture of being cocky and self-assured while carrying around a big dick. However, an inspection of his crotch didn’t relay the same message. Number 6 was tall and thin and his black hair underneath his baseball cap stood out in contrast against the bright gold color of his cap. I could tell he was popular because his teammates were constantly talking to him and slapping him on the shoulder or on the back.



We took to the field first and easily eliminated the first two batters. The third batter scored a double. Then Number 6 came up. He hit the ball to our shortstop. He fumbled the ball and threw it to me too late. Number 6 was safe at first. This gave me a prime opportunity to get a close-up look. The first thing I noticed was his smirk. I’d seen it before and knew it well. Total top of the heap jock who all the guys wanted as their best friend, and all the girls wanted as their boyfriend. Then his eyes. Even though the bill of his cap was pulled down almost covering them, I could still see their blueness. A sharp vivid blue that was easily detectable through the shading of the bill.

At his time on first base, Number 6 noticed I was looking at him, and his smirk became more obvious. Then their next batter hit a pop-up and the Wildcats were out. When they took to the field, Number 6 went to his position; first base. Interesting. When I came up to bat I hit a single. I would single four more times during the game, each time giving me an opportunity to get a closer look at Number 6. And each time he saw me looking.



We didn’t score any runs in the fifth or sixth innings, and we were still down by one. At the top of the seventh inning, with two outs, I hit a double which brought a runner home. Now we were tied. Our next batter struck out. We held the Wildcats off and struck out their first two batters. Then Number 6 came up. It was a full count and we were prepared to go into extra innings. The pitch, the hit, and my team watched as Number 6’s ball sailed easily over the right field fence. The Wildcats had won by one run. As he slowly rounded first base, Number 6 looked directly at me. “Hehe,” I heard him say as he passed me. I followed him with my eyes, and before he rounded second he turned and looked at me. He did the same as he rounded third and headed home.

　

It’d become routine for me and my best friend Matt to get together after every game. Whether it was in the bathrooms at the other team’s field or in our trucks at a home game, we both looked forward to him shoving his cock down my throat for a quick blow. The build up to these after-game blows was intense, and it usually didn’t take Matt long to shoot his load down my throat. Today was no exception. When our game was over, Matt and I walked to a set of bathrooms a couple of fields away from where we had played. This was usually our game plan because we didn’t want to use a bathroom close to where we played to lower the risk of getting caught. And since no games were being played at the field next to these bathrooms, it was a pretty sure bet.



Matt followed me in and I walked to the last stall. As soon as he’d closed and locked the stall door Matt pushed me down to my knees. “Fuck Sam,” he said almost growling, “get on it dude.” I pulled Matt’s baseball pants and boxer briefs down quickly and saw that his hard cock had pushed his cup way out. I pulled the cup down and his thick rod slapped under my chin. Matt was leaking fiercely and there was a string of pre-cum going from his cock head to the inside of his cup. I broke the string with my tongue, opened my mouth, and Matt shoved his hard cock balls deep into my throat.



“Fuuuck yesss,” Matt groaned as the underside of his cock slide the length of my tongue and down my throat. “Fuuucckk yesssss!” With both his hands on my head, Matt pushed into my throat with slow even fucks. He was always blue steel hard after a game, which made his throat fucks even easier. He seemed harder today though with more pre-cum than usual, so I knew he wouldn’t last long. It seemed like we’d just got started, when Matt’s cock got harder and grew thicker in my mouth. He gripped my head tight and his thrusts got quick and hard. “Fuck I can’t hold it Sam,” he groaned through clenched teeth. “I can’t fuckin’ hold it….” As soon as he got the last word out I felt the first shot of his hot wet load hit the back of my throat. Matt gripped my head tighter with his hands, shoved his hard shooting cock as far as he could into my throat, and held it there while he fired off four more explosive shots. I swallowed quickly as the loads slid down my throat, wishing he hadn’t cum so quickly. Matt began to pull his half hard cock from my throat, and I wrapped my tongue around the shaft to clean it on the way out. He groaned again as the last drops of his load dropped onto my tongue.



We quickly got ourselves “together,” and Matt opened the stall door and walked out into the bathroom. “I have to piss,” I yelled to him, “I’ll catch up with you.” Matt didn’t reply, but I heard the bathroom door close on his way out. I also heard a noise after the door closed.



I finished pissing, buttoned up, opened the stall door and walked out into the bathroom. That’s when I saw him leaning against the sinks, legs crossed at his ankles, and arms folded across his chest; Number 6. Number 6 and his smirk.

“What’s up 18?” he said, alluding to my team number on the back of my jersey. “Not much,” I said, kind of in shock that he was standing there. “Just takin’ a piss after the game.” “Takin’ a piss?,” he smirked looking right at me. “Takin’ a piss an takin’ your bud’s dick!,” laughing when he said it. “I figured you were a fag when you were checkin’ me out on the field…then I follow you in here and find you slurpin’ down a dick!” “I’m not a fag,” I said back to him, “I just…” “Then what you doing in here with a mouthful of dick?,” he said, cutting me off. Before I could answer, I watched as Number 6 uncrossed his arms and moved his right hand to grab his crotch. “If a mouthful of dick is what you want,” he said still holding his junk, “then I got more than a mouthful right here for you.”

I figured Number 6 was enjoying himself, thinking he was playing with me. Now it was time to play with him a little. 


“Thanks for the offer,” I said to him, “but I don’t do gay guys…” Number 6’s smirk immediately disappeared when I said this, and he shot straight off the counter to stand upright. “I ain’t no fag,” he said through almost clenched teeth, “ I get more pussy than a fuckin’ porn star!” “If you get so much pussy,” I shot back, “then why you in here wantin’ me to suck your dick?” He was silent for a little bit and had a quizzed look on his face. “Cause winning a game always gets me going,” he finally said, “and my girl didn’t come today…so I guess that leaves you…” The smirk returned to his face as he reached down and began rubbing his crotch. I just stood and watched, and his hand went up and unsnapped his uniform pants. I continued watching as he worked the zipper down then put his hand inside his jock cup. “I got a lot of meat here,” he said as he leaned against the sinks and his hand moved around inside his cup. I finally looked up at his face and his eyes were intense, but the rest of his face was expressionless. “Yeah?,” I asked slowly. “Yeah,” he said, drawing the word out, “a lot…”



I walked over to Number 6 and was about to get on my knees when I realized where we were. “Wait,” I said, “we need to go somewhere else…I don’t wanna get caught.” “No worries,” he said as he put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me down, “I locked the door when I came in.”



Once on my knees, I put my hands on the waist band of Number 6’s uniform pants and jock and pulled down. The trail that led to his pubes was thick and curly. I continued to pull down and his full dark brown pubes were exposed. Hairy guys like that are such a turn-on for me and I moved one hand over to run through it. Above me I could hear Number 6 suck in air. I moved my hand back to the waist bands and continued to pull down. The base of his cock appeared, thick and almost hidden by his pubes. I pulled farther and more of his shaft became exposed. It continued to be thick and I could see it was throbbing a little. I pulled farther, thinking the ridge around his cock head would be exposed, but it wasn’t; only more of his thick hard shaft. By now I had a good 8 inches of his fat shaft exposed and still no cock head. I pulled down about another 2 inches, and his head finally popped out. Amazed, I leaned back to look at it. 10 full inches of hard cock surrounded at its base by pubes that were thick and dark brown. “Goddamn,” I said, barely above a whisper, “goddamn.” Number 6’s smirk was audible this time, followed by a short laugh. “I told you I had a lot of meat…”



Number 6’s cock was angled away from his body. Not 45 degrees, but in between. I bent my head down, opened my mouth and took the swollen head in. The head was the size of a small plum and filled my mouth. I ran my tongue underneath his head, where the ridge meets and it’s most sensitive. He moaned loudly and I felt pre-cum leak out and fall on the back of my tongue. “Fuck yea 18,” he moaned, “fuuuck yea…” I let my mouth get adjusted to the thickness of his cock head and his shaft below, then I slowly took more in. His pre-cummed head hit the back of my throat and began to slide down. “Ahhhh fuck 18,” he moaned, “keep going…” Number 6’s hand came up to the back of head and began pushing it down. I took a large breath of air, opened up my throat, and let him push in. “Jesus FUCK,” he moaned louder as his hard cock worked its way down my throat, “FUUUCK.’



With Number 6’s cock about ¾ of the way down my throat he stopped and began pulling it out. His other hand was now on my head and when his cock head reached the back of my throat he pushed back in. The thickness of Number 6’s cock made it almost impossible for me to do anything besides let him fuck my throat. So for about 5 minutes that’s what he did. With my head gripped tight by his hands, Number 6 fucked his hard thick 10 inch cock in and out of my throat. Then he stopped. Confused, I looked up at him. He was looking right at me, his eyes intense again. “Enough of your throat,” he said, his voice low and hard, “I want your cunt.”



I don’t usually let guys fuck me. I don’t have anything against it, I just usually prefer they use my mouth instead of my ass. And Number 6 was big. Real big. “I dunno,” I said, “you’re really big.” “Yeah I am,” he said with a big smile on his face, “I’ll show ya how easy 6 goes into 18!” Soon as he said it Number 6 put his hands under my arm pits and lifted me up, and immediately turned me around so I was facing the mirrors above the sink. His hands moved quickly as he reached up and pulled my uniform pants and jock down to my knees. With his foot, Number 6 reached up between my legs and pushed my pants and jock down to my ankles, then spread my legs as far as he could. I could feel his cock push against my ass as he reached toward the sinks and squirted some hand soap into his hand. I could hear him rubbing the soap on his cock, then heard him say, “spread your cheeks and open that cunt for me…”



With both hands I reached behind me, grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. I was kind of nervous doing it because I didn’t have anything to brace myself with in case Number 6 decided to push in right away. I had reason to be nervous. I felt Number 6 slide his cock once up and down my crack, felt his plum-size head at my hole, then felt him push in. Hard.

The force of his first fuck brought my feet up to their toes. I immediately moved my hands from my ass to the top of the sink counter so I could brace myself. “FUUUUCK,” Number 6 moaned loudly as he pushed almost all the way in. “That’s a tight fuckin’ cunt you got 18!” My arms were locked bracing myself as Number 6 pulled out then pushed back in hard. I felt his hard thick shaft deep in my gut as I tilted my head back and moaned loudly. “Fuck that feels so good, man,” I moaned as Number 6’s fat cock assaulted my hole. I felt his hands move from my waist to the top of my shoulders as Number 6 picked up speed to split my ass even wider. I looked in the mirror and saw me in my ball cap and jersey with “18” on it, and him behind me in his cap and jersey with “6” holding my shoulders fucking me hard.



As Number 6 continued to pound my hole, I could feel his hard cock scrape across my prostate almost sending me over the edge. This action had caused my own cock to leak out a huge puddle of pre-cum onto the top of the sink counter. With every hard fuck I got from Number 6 my cock would slide through the pre-cum and ooze out more. Number 6’s fucks were now hard and short and I could tell we were both close to blowing our load. But I was going to get there first. I knew I was going to cum hands free because I didn’t want to unbrace myself. My words were short and almost breathless as Number 6 continued to pound and I told him I was about to shoot. “Fuck…dude…I’m…gonna…cum…” This made him fuck in harder and on his fourth hard thrust I blew. “FUUUUCK DUUUDE,” I yelled as my load shot out of my cock coating the section of the counter where I was getting bred. I felt my hole grab tight around Number 6’s thick cock and with each of my five shots he moaned louder. “Fuuuck 18,” he moaned, “you’re squeezing my dick so hard…” “so hard I’m gonna…” And then he unloaded. “FUUUUUCK….TAKE MY FUCKIN LOAD BITCH….”



I could feel Number 6’s shaft get thicker, stretching my hole even more. I felt his load shoot out of his cock head and hit the deep walls of my ass. He stopped fucking for a few seconds, then picked up hard and fast sending more of his breeder load into me. “awwwww fuck….fuck….fuck….,” Number 6 kept saying over and over until his balls were drained of their load.



Exhausted, I leaned my body over the sink counter and felt the cool wetness of my load cover my stomach. Number 6 kept his cock in me for a couple minutes, then I felt him pull out. I was too exhausted to really move, so I stayed in that position and heard him rustling with his clothes. I finally moved my arms, lifted myself off the counter and turned around. Number 6 was almost to the door and my pants and jock were still around my ankles. I quickly pulled them up as I watched him reach up and unlock the bathroom door. Number 6 pulled the door open, then stopped and turned and looked at me. The smirk he had was gone and there was a smile instead. “I told you 6 goes into 18 real easy,” he said. “Yeah, real easy.”

　

Straight High School Cock--Cameron--Part II

After a few minutes of silence, Bart spoke. “Ok, here’s the plan…my uncle lives about a quarter mile down 174...where we turned off…I’ll walk to his house and get some gas.” “Cause I’m sure not walkin all fuckin way into town!” We all got out of the truck and Bart looked at his watch. “It shouldn’t take me too long,” he said, “You guys enjoy some brew and I’ll be back in a few…” Bart turned the headlights off, but there was a full moon that lit up the road and woods around us. Cameron grabbed the cooler from the bed of the truck, carried it to the back, pulled the tailgate down, and threw the cooler on the tailgate.


Cameron yelled out as the first three shots pistoned out of his swollen shaft, forcefully hitting the back of my throat, and racing into my gut. I clamped my throat muscles hard around his thick rod, milking his shaft as more shots fired out. “FUUUUCCCKKK…,” Cameron yelled over and over again as his heavy balls emptied into my stomach. He tried to slowly pull out, but his cock was locked in my throat. Cameron’s groans turned to whimpers as my throat continued to milk his shaft. “Fuck….dude….so sensitive…fuck…,” he said in a low voice. “Ahhhh….fuuuccckkk…”….I watched as he reached down, pulled up his black boxer briefs, then his jeans. Then Cameron grinned. “Damn dude,” he said looking at me and adjusting his ball cap again. He reached over, grabbed the beer he’d been drinking, and offered it to me. “Need a drink?,” he said.


Cameron and I were still drinking the long necks when Bart got back with the gas. I looked at Cameron and his face broke into a big smile when he saw Bart. Walking up with the gas can, Bart looked at Cameron and chuckled. “Hmmm,” he said, “so what have you been up to while I was gone?” “Ahhh, you know…,” Cameron said still smiling, “just getting to know Sam a little better…” “Yeah, I bet,” Bart said smiling as well, “I bet.”


Cameron leaned off the tailgate and walked around to the side of the truck where Bart was emptying the gas can into his tank. I turned to look at them, and they were talking in low voices, almost whispers. As I continued watching them, they would look at me then go back to talking. Finally, Cameron let out a low laugh, punched Bart on the arm, and said “let’s do it…”
Bart finished emptying the gas can into his tank and put the can in the bed of the truck. Slowly, he walked around the truck over to me, followed by Cameron. “So Sam,” Bart began slowly, looking right at me, “Cameron tells me you and him had a little fun while I was gone…” Cameron was still standing behind Bart, a smile on his face. “Yea, we did,” I answered Bart, a smile now on my face, “it was pretty hot.” “So I was thinking,” Bart went on, “…we both were thinking…maybe you could have some more fun…with both of us…” The idea of servicing both these straight guys at the same time was an instant turn on for me. “Sure,” I said, probably too quickly, “I’m down for that.” I saw Cameron punch Bart’s arm again. “Fuck yea,” Cameron said, “oh fuck yea!”


“I have an idea,” Bart said slowly, nodding toward the truck bed, “why don’t we get up in the bed and see what we can get in to…” I jumped up in the truck bed first, followed by Bart then Cameron. I stayed on my knees, but Bart and Cameron were standing in the bed of the truck. Bart stood right in front of me, his crotch level with my face. In the moonlight, I could see the fullness of his crotch and he already looked hard. Bart’s hand went to the back of my head, pulling me toward his bulge. He was hard, and he rubbed himself full against my face. My lips traced the outline of Bart’s jean covered cock, and he moaned low in his throat. “Ahhh…that’s it,” he said, “yeeeaaaaa, that’s it…”


Bart continued to rub himself against my face and I could feel his cock getting harder. I couldn’t see Cameron. Bart brought his hands to his belt and unbuckled. He unsnapped his jeans and slowly brought his zipper down with his right hand. I reached my hands up to pull his jeans down and his boxer brief-covered cock was now fully exposed. Bart pulled my head hard against him and I could feel the heat from his crotch against my face. I worked my tongue over his bulge and ran my lips up and down the length of his cloth-covered shaft. Bart groaned deep and held my head hard against him. I reached my hands up to the waist band of his boxer briefs and slowly pulled them down. Bart’s cock, hard and full, sprang out at full attention, slapping against his hairy stomach. With his left hand he grabbed the base of his long thick cock and brought the head down to my mouth. My tongue was out and ready, licking the pre-cum from his slit. “Ahhhhh fuck dude…,” Bart groaned again, this deeper than before. I looked up and saw Bart looking behind me, smiling. “I have an idea,” Bart said, in a low guttural voice. Not waiting for a reply, he went on. “Slide those jeans off while you’re suckin’ my cock,” Bart said. “I want Cameron to see that hot ass of yours…” As soon as Bart said that I knew what was going to happen.


I pulled away from Bart’s cock, undid my jeans, and pulled them off. The night air and the anticipation of what was coming made me shiver a little. Once my jeans were off, Bart pulled my head back to his cock. This time I opened my mouth and took half of him in. “Good boy,” Bart moaned, “fuckin’ good boy.”
I had almost forgotten about Cameron, when out of the corner of my eye I saw him move close to Bart. His jeans were unzipped and his cock was out; hard. Bart put his right hand in my hair and pulled me off his cock. With his hand still on my head he guided me over to Cameron’s cock and pushed me full down onto it. Cameron breathed in quick as his cock head hit the back of my throat. “Ahhhhh yessssss,” he groaned. I felt Bart let go of my hair and I worked my mouth up and down Cameron’s swollen rod. He pushed his cock deep into my throat, held it there with his hand on my head, and groaned. After the third or fourth time doing this, I felt hands grabbing my waist bringing me up on all fours. The next thing I felt was hard leather pushing against my left inner thigh, close to my knee. I instinctly moved my leg wider. Then the push moved to my right inner thigh, and I moved that leg wider. Bart was spreading my legs with his boot. I was concentrating on Cameron’s cock sliding down my throat when I felt something hard and wet running up and down my ass crack. Then I felt more wetness around my hole. Then Bart’s hand went to my left shoulder, held me firm, and I felt his hard cock slide into my pre-cummed hole.


I moaned loudly as Bart’s cock went balls deep into my ass. “Fuuuuck that’s tight…,” Bart groaned as he held his cock in my ass. “Dude…you’re really fuckin’ him?” I heard Cameron ask. “Hell yea,” Bart answered back, sliding his wet cock in and out of my ass. “He’s tighter than any pussy…guarantee!” Cameron was breathing hard and pulled my head off his cock. “Not yet, dude,” he said in a low voice, “I’m saving it.” With his hand still on my shoulder, Bart fucked his swollen cock hard into my ass. Now that my mouth was off Cameron’s cock, I lowered my head and moaned each time Bart’s balls slapped against my ass. “Damn bro, he’s really likin’ that,” I heard Cameron say. “I fuckin’ told ya dude,” Bart shot back, “this boy loves the D!”


Bart began to slow down his thrusts and I could feel his cock swelling in my ass. I knew he was close. Bart’s fucks were slow and deep, then sped up. “Here it comes bro…,” Bart almost yelled out, “here it fuckin’ comes…!!!!” I felt one final deep thrust and Bart’s cock exploded into my ass. “AAAAHHHHHHH FUUUUUUCCCKKKKK,” he yelled out, “FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!!!” The first shot hit my ass walls and went deep into my gut. This shot was quickly followed by several more as Bart forcefully emptied his balls into my hole. Over Bart’s moans and my groans, I heard Cameron. “Fuck dude…,” he said with almost disbelief in his voice, “you shot your load in his ass!” After a few more thrusts, Bart let go of my shoulder and slowly pulled his cock out of my ass. I was panting hard from the intense fuck. As he pulled out, Bart rubbed my ass cheeks. “Such a good fuck you are,” he said almost short of breath, “so good.”


With Bart still kneeling behind me, Cameron pulled my head back to his cock. Despite my intense workout, I took Cameron’s cock into my mouth, hungry for it. I quickly swallowed him all the way down my throat, my nose buried in his dark blonde pubes. “Ahhhhh fuck dude,” Cameron groaned, “eat my fuckin’ cock man…” I worked my throat muscles hard around his shaft, as I had done before when Bart was gone. Cameron’s hands held my head hard against his crotch. Then I felt another hand on the back of my head. It was Bart. His fingers were entwined in my hair, and was pulling my head and pushing it back down, on Cameron’s cock.


Cameron‘s moans were loud as both he and Bart fed Cameron‘s hard swollen cock into my throat. Then through the moans I heard Bart speak. “You got to go tap that bro,” I heard Bart tell Cameron. “You’ve never fucked anything like that.” “Yea?” Cameron answer back, “you think I should?” “Fuck yea dude,” Bart told him, “it’s all ready for ya now…just push right in!”


Both Cameron and Bart pulled my head away from Cameron’s cock, and I heard a wet slap hard against his stomach. He moved out of my eyesight, and I kept my legs spread, knowing what he was about to do. I could hear Cameron moving his feet behind me, as if he was getting into position. Then I felt his hand on the left side of my waist, and with no other warning he pushed his hard cock all the way in. Already filled with Bart’s load, my ass made no objections to his assault. Still, the no warning took me by surprise. “AHHHHH” I groaned out low, as I felt Cameron’s balls hit my ass cheeks. “Fuck duuude…,” Cameron moaned out to no one in particular, “that shit is tiiiight!”


Cameron grabbed my waist with both hands and began plowing. As good as his cock felt in my ass, I could tell he wasn’t as adept at fucking as Bart. Cameron fucked me with short quick jabs, and seemed to fuck with his whole body instead of just his ass. Still, his cock filled my ass good and made my own cock leak a constant stream of pre-cum. With my head bent down, I spread my knees a little farther apart and reached underneath me to between my legs. My hand rubbed against my tight balls, down my taint, and to my hole. I ran my fingers ran around Cameron’s thick shaft, feeling it go in an out of my stretched ass. Above me, Bart had moved to stand just over my head. I felt his hands rubbing my ass cheeks, and felt something hard against the nape of my neck. Then I felt the hardness rub down my neck onto my shoulder blade, then back up, leaving a trail of wetness. While he was rubbing my ass cheeks, Bart was also sliding his cock up and down. My own cock was hard and dripping, aching for release.


I brought my hand back up and steadied myself on the truck bed. Cameron’s fucks had become shorter and harder, and his breathing more intense. He was getting close. Above me, Bart continued rubbing his cock between my shoulders, and I could feel his pre-cum running down my back. Suddenly Cameron broke the silence. “Fuck I’m almost there man…,” he announced. “Fuuuucccckkkkk….” Cameron held tight to my waist, fucked in three more short jabs, and exploded. “JEEESSSUUUSSS FUUUUCCCCKKKK….AHHHHH SHHHIIIIITTTTT,” he yelled as his cum shot out of his cock splashing the walls of my ass. I could feel Cameron’s cock pulsing in my hole as he emptied his heavy balls. I had begun to count Cameron’s shots when I felt Bart grab my ass cheeks and groan loudly. I felt Bart’s cum, hot and wet, hit my lower back and slide down to my crack. Then, without even realizing it or touching myself, my own cock exploded onto the bed of the pickup. I was on all fours in the bed of a truck, a cock in my ass and one above me on my back, and my whole body shook as my orgasm overtook me. The intensity of it made me push back hard onto Cameron’s cock, sending it deep into my ass. I kept that position as wave after wave went through me, and finally exhausted, buckled my arms and lay on the bed of the truck.


I vaguely remember Cameron pulling out of me and falling back against the side of the truck bed. I slowly raised my head and saw that Bart had done the same. No one said a word for a long time, each of us gaining our composure. Finally, Bart stood up, pulled up his jeans, buckled, and jumped out of the bed. He was soon followed by Cameron. For a few more minutes I didn’t move. I couldn’t; I was too spent.


The ride home was very quiet, with no one talking. Bart pulled into my drive-way and put his truck in park. Cameron made no attempt to let me out on the passenger side of the cab, so Bart opened his door and his slid out behind him. I was half way to my front door when I heard Bart yell to me. “Sam,” he said, “hey wait a minute.” I turned around and saw he was walking toward me. “Dude,” he said with a big grin on his face, “I just wanna say…you’re amazing…” “Thanks,” I said, grinning back at him, “thanks a lot.” I turned and walked to my front porch. I had my hand on the door knob and was just about to go in when I heard Bart again. “Fucking amazing!” I heard him yell, just before slamming the door of his truck. I went inside, up to my room, and laid across my bed. Just then I heard a bell ding, telling me I had a message on my phone. The message was from a number I didn’t recognize. “I totally agree…totally.”