A/N: Here we are. Chapter two. As before, this story is going to be of a more *ahem* mature theme with a few taboos broken. I hope you enjoy it - or at least don't think any less of me afterward. And thanks for the suggestions, you. As you see, I used most of them! ;)
Chapter Two - "If I Should Find A Helping Hand"
New beginnings.
Ryder Lynn was making his way across the football field of his new school. His new white-and-red uniform was filthy, his legs wobbled, his whole body ached, and he felt like throwing up. Still, he tried to maintain a positive outlook. Right about now, most guys would be thinking - if not saying - that Coach Beiste could go suck a big hot one. And the fact that he wasn't had nothing (well...almost nothing) to do with the fact that that lady would probably smack him into the middle of next week if he mouthed off.
He was still panting from the extra hour of wind sprints he been forced to run for waffling too many plays today. Again. For some reason, he couldn't seem to get them right, no matter how hard he studied the playbook. It was almost like his was different than everyone else's.
But that was nothing new. No matter how hard he studied, it was never enough. I mean, his father was a fucking PhD, a professor of molecular pharmacology at the Ohio Northern University school of pharmacy over in Ada. You'd think there'd be a smart gene or two he'd inherited from his brainiac dad somewhere in his six-foot-two body.
If there were, they were well hidden. He'd study his ass off, but when a test paper was put in front of him, it was like it was written in a foreign language. He flunked out his freshman year at Ada High School. Whatever happened to "no kid left behind?" he wondered. Actually, he'd avoided being held back by a whole lot of summer school. After he'd made it through with a D average, it was decided Ryder (though no one had felt the need to consult him, naturally) needed a change of venue.
So now he was a McKinley Titan. New beginnings.
As he entered the building and made for the boys' locker room, he had to admit that he had a good feeling about McKinley. The football team was kinda cool (except for a couple of major jock-bully-assholes named Surette and Lipoff). And, so far, he'd managed to avoid being named the team screw-up by winning everyone over with his awesome touchdown dances those times he'd made it into the end-zone.
The room was empty. He opened his locker and removed his soap and shampoo before stowing his gear. He snagged a towel from the rack then stripped down to his jock.
Every muscle in his body had stiffened up. He laced his fingers and stretched his arms over his head while arching his back. Hmmm, that felt good. But not as good as that hot water would against - what the hell?
He froze when he heard a male voice start singing:
"Dah-nah nah-nah, dah-nah nah-nah
Dah-nah nah-nah, the reflex
Dah-nah nah-nah, the reflex
The reflex-flex-flex-flex-flex-flex"
It was coming from the shower room. Ryder slowly leaned to his left and cautiously peered around the edge of the bank of lockers to see a billowing cloud of steam surrounding a showering figure.
"You've gone too far this time
But I'm dancing on the valentine"
It was no boy, but a full-grown man. A really good-looking man. He was standing under the shower spray, slowly massaging shampoo into his curly hair as water ran down his lean, well-muscled body.
"I tell you somebody's fooling around
With my chances on the danger line"
Ryder licked his lips as shampoo suds slid down perfect pecs and traced the channels between his chiseled six pack and hugged the defined abdominal "V" lines which converged toward a wet thatch of pubic hair and - holy shit!
"I'll cross that bridge when I find it
Another day to make my stand, oh-woah"
Holy shit, holy shit, holy fucking shit. A confused rush of feelings filled Ryder as he kept looking. But he couldn't not look. At that perfect dick. That long, thick dick with the rivulet of water streaming off the tip.
The guy rinsed out his hair and started soaping up his body. Ryder sunk his teeth into his bottom lip to keep from moaning as that lucky bar of soap slowly slid over his slick skin. All bets were off though when the man's hand moved south and paid close attention to his cock and balls.
High time is no time for deciding
If I should find a helping hand, oh-woah"
Fuck. A helping hand sounds pretty good right now, Ryder concluded as he watched that dick start to stiffen and grow from the attention. He reached inside his jock and pulled out his own aching cock. It was leaking and he used his thumb to spread pre-cum over the head before he started pumping with slow, deep strokes...
"Why-y-y-y-y don't you use it
Try-y-y-y-y not to bruise it..."
Ryder cringed when he heard a voice from behind him join in the chorus. He'd been caught - with the smoking gun still in his hand.
He was so fucked. His new beginning at McKinley had just ended.
"What. A. Dump," Sebastian Smythe proclaimed with as much panache as any Bette Davis drag queen worth their caliber as, nostrils flared in disdain, he took a walking tour of William McKinley High School, the school to which he'd just transferred for the 12th grade.
Inevitably, he was comparing it to that bastion of privilege that was Dalton Academy. Gone were the polished dark wood walls, leather upholstery, and Italian marble floors. Being surrounded by grim gray lockers, vinyl tile and cheap wood-laminate accent walls made him feel like he needed a shower. It would only be worse when classes commenced and the unhallowed halls of this edifice of remedial leaning were crawling with the unwashed hoi polloi who thought Jersey Shore and SpongeBob SquarePants were the pinnacle of culture.
But, next week he would be one of them. Dressed in the best the Marts could offer (both Wal- and K-), he'd traverse these halls, trapped in his own personal High School Musical From Hell.
Shame there's probably no Troy Bolton-type here because that's something I could definitely get into. Literally.
A twinge of guilt (an annoying new sensation that he was experiencing more and more frequently these days) plucked at his stomach as the ex-Warbler realized that if it weren't for his benefactor Will Schuester, he'd be crashing in some fucking rest-stop men's room and spending the rest of his life as a common bitch-for-hire.
So he'd better make the best of it.
Now that he pretty much had the lay of the land, he went looking for Daddy No-Bucks. (Stop that.) Will Schuester had said he'd wanted to get in some dance practice after setting up his room, but when Sebastian had checked, the dance studio was empty - save for the stimulating scent of male sweat.
He guessed that Fraud Astaire (seriously, stop that shit) had probably hit the showers. Which would give him an opportunity to have some quality time with Daddy. He smirked, quickening his pace.
On entering the locker room, he heard Will singing. Please, God, don't let him be rapping. What a boner-killer...
Aw, it's our song, Sebastian smirked when he recognized Duran Duran's "The Reflex". The online male-escort service that had brought him to Will's door was named after this piece of techno-pop drek. He peeled off his polo shirt and popped the button on his jeans, getting himself ready to surprise his daddy.
He was the one who got a surprise when he rounded the bank of lockers closest to the showers. Not only did he have a nice view of Will's naked body with his muscles all wet and glistening, but, as an added bonus, some tall drink of water in a jockstrap was jerking it while watching Schuester shower.
The boy was standing with his back to him, so Sebastian took in the muscular arms, the broad shoulders and the tight bubble butt that was flexing in time with his motions as he polished his pole.
"Why-y-y-y-y don't you use it
Try-y-y-y-y not to bruise it
Buy-y-y-y-y time, don't lose it"
The kid froze when Sebastian quietly joined in singing. Then slowly turned, face beet red, his cock still in his hand.
Sebastian let him suffer in silence while he checked him out. Tall, great looking, built like a Greek statue with pecs so big they were made for titty-fucking, and a long, fat cock that had him licking his lips.
Maybe he'd found his Troy after all.
"Why-y-y-y-y don't you use it
Try-y-y-y-y not to bruise it
Buy-y-y-y-y time, don't lose it"
He sidled up to the guy. "So, Hung Like Horse, you need some help with that?" he purred, casting an impressed glance down at the boy's still-hard cock. "Looks like it could be a two-man job."
Ryder didn't know what to say. With those piercing green eyes focused on him, it was obvious the dude was into him - and he allowed himself to admit he liked it. Plus he was totally Abercrombie hot with that quiffed hair and lean tight body on display that made him want to do a whole lot of things he'd never even considered before.
"Hey, Son of Frankenteen, you wanna play 'hide the sausage'? I know muscle boys like you do a lot of squats and I've got a nine-inch reason for you right here," Sebastian tried again, reaching inside his unbuttoned jeans and grabbing the bulge in his briefs.
"The reflex is an only child, he's waiting by the park
The reflex is in charge of finding treasure in the dark"
Caught between the DILF in the shower and the hard-bodied hottie right there literally offering him his dick on a silver platter, Ryder's brain rebooted with sudden clarity. The desire surging through him washed away the teachings of his father, that what he'd felt since puberty was bad and wrong and unnatural. The big PhD could go fuck himself and his beliefs, because his son was going to bust his guy cherry here and now.
"And watching over lucky clover, isn't that bizarre
Every little thing the reflex does
Leaves you answered with a question mark"
To Sebastian's surprise, Ryder stepped forward and roughly claimed the older boy's lips in his first guy kiss. At the same time, his free hand - because, yes, he was still holding his cock in the other - wrapped around the hot, hard package inside Sebastian's underwear.
Sebastian moaned into Ryder's mouth as the taller boy started massaging his dick, the thin cotton fabric providing even more friction across the tip.
I'm on a ride and I want to get off
But they won't slow down the roundabout"
Ryder ran his thumb over the slit of Sebastian's cock and felt the sticky patch on his underwear grow. He peeled back the waistband and freed the boy's erection from its prison. It was strange but intoxicating to feel another guy's cock in his hand, hard and throbbing with the skin of the head velvety soft.
He kept stroking it and was rewarded with a glistening trail of pre-cum slowly leaking out onto his thumb.
"Taste it," Sebastian tempted.
Ryder sucked his thumb. That sample of Sebastian's sticky sweetness made him want to have seconds. He slowly sank down to his knees, running his tongue down the mid-line of Sebastian's cut torso - discovering that he had a ticklish navel along the way - while at the same time dragging his jeans and briefs down to his ankles.
Ryder stared with fascination at that rigid penis close up. Pink and smooth with just a hint of a scar where he'd been circumcised, the head helmet shaped and tipped with a slit that was oozing that indescribable nectar. Ryder bent in and gently lapped it with his tongue, making Sebastian inhale sharply. Ryder smirked and did it again and got the same response. With lust in his eyes, he opened his lips and bent in to take the fat head into his -
Fighting his own desires, Sebastian backed off and laughed, "Easy there, killer! I don't usually turn down head, but you're a rookie, no offense, and I can't afford any tooth-related injuries down there. We'll sacrifice all the bananas we need to later, stud, to get you up to speed. Now, assume the position and let's get this party started."
Ryder did as he was told, first standing up to give Sebastian what had to be one of the dirtiest kisses he'd ever gotten. Then he leaned up against the lockers, bent at the waist with his hands pressed against the cold metal doors.
After removing Ryder's jockstrap, Sebastian started feeling up his ass, gently rubbing his tight puckered opening. The younger boy groaned as Sebastian started applying pressure with a slow rhythm. "You like that, muscle boy?"
Ryder hummed his affirmative - then moaned as something wet and wriggling started pushing into him. He banged a fist against the locker and shouted, "Fuck!"
That's when a husky voice inquired, "You fellas okay over here?"
Will was enjoying the luxury of a long shower when he opened his eyes to the very pleasant view of Sebastian naked and squatting behind a strongly-built boy whom he just happened to be fingering. He felt his cock twitch.
Leaving the shower, Will draped a towel around his neck, and walked over to where his ward was now rimming the beautiful guy. He so wanted in on the action, but wouldn't unless invited.
However, he wasn't above interrupting them when the mystery boy slammed the locker and cursed. "You fellas okay over here?"
Briefly turning away from the boy's ass, Sebastian replied, "Just making new friends, like you said I should, daddy."
"Good boy." Will sat down on a bench and watched, hands rubbing his inner thighs.
Ryder was so lost in his sex haze he didn't even care that the DILF was watching them. All he knew was that each thrust of Sebastian's tongue was driving him crazy. Could anything else feel so fucking good?
Jeezus! That question was answered when Sebastian slipped a lubricated finger inside him and started slowly fucking him with it. "How's that? Feels real good, huh?"
Ryder let out a strangled, "Yes," just as Sebastian hit something inside him that electrified every nerve in his body. His moan echoed around the locker room.
"Mm-hm, oh, I know it does. You're such a big beautiful muscle boy, Stretch, and I'm gonna love watching you standing over me and fucking me into the mattress, with those muscles flexing and covered in sweat. But I think you need to start out as a bottom. When I saw that Adam's apple of yours, I bet myself you'd moan like a bitch in heat."
Which Ryder did again when Sebastian added another finger.
"Mmmm. I could cum right now just listening to you." He looked over at Will, who was lust-eyed and rubbing himself. "Now I'm gonna add another finger to stretch you out even more. That way you'll be all ready for me. Y'know, I have to tell you, it's all bullshit, those guys in the videos who say they're virgins and then just hop on the old pogo stick and bounce away like they're on a horsie ride." He gently slid a third finger inside Ryder, his cock stiffening even more if possible at the high-pitched sound the boy let out. "It may hurt a little at first, but believe me, it's so gonna be worth it."
At the end of it, Sebastian was lying on his back on the bench with Ryder straddling him. The boy sucked in sharply as Sebastian's slicked-up shaft started sliding into his body. After the head popped in, he let Ryder get used to it for a minute before encouraging the kid to work his way down that pole.
Ryder's squeezed his eyes shut. The burning feeling of his hole stretching open around Sebastian's thick cock was a mixture of pain and pleasure and had him moaning louder than ever.
Sebastian grunted and cursed; he hadn't been with a virgin in a while and was reveling in the feel of Ryder's very tight hole. "Fuck, you're tight as hell!" He started out slow at first but was building momentum. Ryder lived up to his expectations as he let out one continuous moan broken by choruses of "oh god's!"
"I love hearing you scream," Sebastian gasped out, his balls slapping the bench as he railed that ass in earnest.
Oh god, who wouldn't scream with so much meat stuffed in them! Ryder managed to think. Sebastian was pistoning in and out of him like Titanic's engines, brushing that amazing spot that made him feel a jolt of unbearable pleasure with each savage thrust! His dick had never felt this hard in his life.
Will watched the show, stroking his own rock-hard member. He couldn't stand being on the sidelines any more and went over to where the kid was riding Sebastian, grabbed his neglected dick, and started pumping it hard.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" Ryder screamed in response. Feeling that rough hand sliding up and down his cock sent him over the edge.
He felt his orgasm building and was on the verge of blacking out when he began blasting ropes of white cream high into the air.
Will bent over and wrapped his lips around Ryder's cock, taking the rest of that huge load into his mouth. He slurped it down like a pro as the boy quivered, still delirious with ecstasy. Aftershocks of pleasure ran through him as the man sucked every last drop of cum from his dick.
On the bottom, Sebastian was still still fucking up into Ryder as his ass closed around his cock like a vise. "Oh, shit! I'm gonna fucking cum! Oh, shit!" he hollered and pulled out.
Will nudged Ryder aside and clamped his mouth around Sebastian's swollen dick right after the first streamer of cum erupted into his hair. "FUCK!" Sebastian climaxed, his back arching and his hips bucking as Will milked him dry with his talented lips.
Breathless, Sebastian sat up, gripped Will by the back of the neck and pulled him down for a kiss. He enjoyed the taste of his own seed as he swept his tongue into the teacher's mouth. Then he surprised Ryder by doing the same to him.
Ryder's lips tingled at the intimate touch. Then he caught the tangy salt taste of Sebastian's cum left there by the kiss. I could get used to this, he thought.
"Pretty awesome, huh?" Sebastian asked him with an eyebrow waggle, as if reading his mind.
Before he could answer, Ryder watched as the older boy climbed over him and, after saying, "Pardon et moi, mec sex, it's daddy's turn," clamped his mouth on Will's dripping dick. The older man groaned and started with the "oh, yeah's" while he roughly grabbed Sebastian by the hair.
Ryder watched the ex-Warbler blowing Will and was gripped by an unexpected wave of lust. He rubbed his still-sticky groin and actually found he was getting hard. When the teacher held Sebastian's head between his hands and started fucking his face, he was jerking in time right along with him.
Will suddenly stiffened, a wild cry ripped from his throat. Sebastian's jaw started working overtime as he swallowed. A trickle of white leaked down his chin.
Ryder lost it, a whine escaping his gritted teeth when his cock convulsed in his hand and he came a second time. His whole body shuddered as jizz spilled down his fist.
He looked up to see the two guys looking at him with surprise - and a little awe - written on their faces. "Damn. Way to go, Man of Steel," Sebastian exclaimed. "How many more shots have you got in that gun?"
Ryder fell back, still flushed with testosterone. Wanna find out? is what he wanted to quip, but his phone went off with his father's ringtone (the Star Trek red alert klaxon, appropriately). He scrambled to his feet, grabbed his cell and swiped the screen.
Shit, his old man was outside waiting for him. And had been for ten minutes.
He grimaced. He was covered in spunk and sex-sweat and had no time to shower. Gross.
Ryder threw on his clothes, babbled a goodbye to the two nameless strangers he'd just had sex with and tore out of the room, leaving them nonplussed.
As he rode home in his father's car, he mulled over what had just happened. Especially the way he'd just gone for it with no hesitation. Like a reflex action. And it had felt so good.
Ryder realized for the first time in a while he felt at peace with himself - after being fucked by a guy and getting off watching some hot guy-on-guy action. The guilt he would normally feel when waxing the weasel to fantasies about Chris Evans, Chris Pine, or Chris Hemsworth (into which, as he got close to cumming, he would always insert an "acceptable" - i.e. female - substitute) was gone.
He smiled at the thought of the green-eyed boy and, smelling the sex musk coming off his body, hoped he'd see him again.
Soon.
It was the first day of school. Ryder stepped off the school bus, determined that this would going to be a positive experience.
Well, it had started out pretty well. He'd gotten his wish. He'd found his hottie again when the boy with the CW hair boarded the bus a few stops after his own. Sebastian smirked as soon as he laid eyes on Ryder and casually sat down next to the stranger he'd fucked like an animal.
Sebastian had let him squirm for a few minutes, then was totally cool. Ryder had to laugh when he'd introduced himself (quietly) as "Sebastian Smythe, the guy who took your anal virginity, nice to meet you." After shaking hands, they fist-bumped and Sebastian called him "Mr. Hit-It-and-Quit-It" for the way Ryder had torn out of the locker room, saying that they'd have to "get together sometime soon to make it up to me" with a leer and an arch wink.
Ryder had never blushed so hard in his life. But he didn't exactly hate the idea either, this new friend also being his fuck buddy. Or more.
With Sebastian walking at his side, Ryder slung his backpack strap over one shoulder and crossed the courtyard. As he mounted the stairs, he dug his schedule out of his pocket and saw that home room was in room E-155. With a Mr. W. Schuester. Who's also my American history teacher, it looks like.
Cool. His dad had stressed to him the importance of talking to his teachers about extra help. He turned to Sebastian and said, "My home-room teacher is also my History teacher. You think asking this Mr. Schuester this early for some private one-on-one tutoring is a good idea?"
Sebastian's eyes bulged and he let out a huge gut-busting laugh. And he kept laughing until tears were flowing down his face.
Wondering what the joke was, Ryder (like everyone around them) looked at him like he was crazy. "What the hell, dude?"
Sebastian finally composed himself and wiped his face, breathing, "S-Sorry, Stretch, private joke. No, I actually think that's a great idea. From what I've heard, he should be real receptive to that kind of...arrangement."
The ex-Warbler accompanied him to his home room, his customary smirk growing the closer they got. He hung around outside the door as Ryder walked inside.
Two seconds later, he heard both Ryder and Will Schuester shout, "HOLY SHIT!" then call out "SEBASTIAN!"
Sebastian chuckled as he walked away, threading his way through a crowd of McKinley meat puppets. Maybe this year wasn't going to be so bad after all...
TO BE CONTINUED
A/N: Well, that's that. The next chapter should be out a lot sooner than this one. Hope you enjoyed it. Comments are always are welcome so please review! "The Reflex" was released by Duran Duran in 1984 and will appear in the next chapter. All chapter titles will be lyrics from this and other Duran Duran songs.
Song: "The Reflex" from Duran Duran's 1983 album Seven and the Ragged Tiger.
Also posted on A03 under "onceahuskyalwaysahusky".
