Chapter Two: A Night In Coates
15 DAYS. 16 HOURS.
1
Quinn was lying in his bed that night.
He was thinking about Sam, that was true, but he didn't know what he was thinking about Sam.
The truth will set you free!
That quote came into his head as he looked up at his ceiling. Sure, he liked Sam, but was it really that kind of attraction? Was Sam... worth being gay for?
That sounded cruel. Wrong. Of course Sam was worth it, but Quinn was NOT gay. He didn't even know why he was thinking about this, he didn't even know why this topic was still in his head.
Quinn wasn't gay, never has been, never will be. Yeah, that's for sure.
But... then why did his... part, raise higher when he thought of Sam on the beach? Sam surfing and his abs all wet as he rode the crystal clear waves. Sam as he came back onto the beach with his dirty blonde hair sparkling in the setting sun.
Quinn moaned lightly and bucked his hips.
He liked that thought. He had never thought of Sam like that before, but right then when he did, he felt something that he hadn't felt before.
Sure he thought of girls, sure he did. Sure he watched porn on the laptop that was charging in the corner of his room. Sure he had videos saved on his hard drive of sex, and lesbians.
But something Quinn did not have was gay sex. (Sam didn't either, but that thought wouldn't have comforted Quinn at all) He couldn't even imagine how gross it would be to watch that.
But then, why did he like seeing Sam... like that?
Maybe it was just their bond, and maybe Sam had planted that idea in Quinn and he was only feeling that because he didn't know what else to feel...
As Quinn thought of this his hand made it's way down to the waistband of his boxer briefs. They slowly went into that abyss and locked around something that was stiff. Well, not quite stiff yet, but that would change.
Quinn saw Sam again in his head as he stroked his member, and it made his thighs quiver as Sam stripped before him on that camera in his head.
He liked it, loved it maybe, and it made him bust all over his blanket.
Quinn was so relaxed, that he fell asleep in it, wet and all.
2
Caine was pissed off.
Like he always is, ever since that stupid bitch sold him out.
Stupid lesbo. Everybody knew it was true. She looked enough like a man that she had to like women, that stupid manly Dekka.
Maybe Caine was being a little immature, but he was sitting there pissed off alone all because Dekka blabbed to Becky about what she saw.
Becky was the girl that Caine had been sleeping with before the FAYZ came down, she was nothing special, nothing like Diana.
That was why he was in trouble tonight, because Dekka had seen Caine flirting with Diana. She told Becky and Becky dumped him.
Not that it mattered, she wouldn't matter when the FAYZ came down. Not that Caine knew about the FAYZ, but if he did know then he'd know all about Becky taking her last minute vacation to San Francisco and being trapped outside of the dome when it came down.
Her parents took her right on time,
Caine would think at one point, but after that, he'd never think of her again.
Caine let out a soft sigh as he sat alone on his bed in his room. Alone. Not even his friend Drake was around. Which may or may not be a good thing.
Caine walked out of his room, it was lights out already, but maybe he could go find that bitch Dekka and give her a piece of his mind.
He walked into the dark hallway. Lights out was two hours ago, but he didn't mind the dark. Only two or three teachers actually slept at the school to watch the kids, and they were all known for how early they hit the sheets.
Right when that thought crossed Caine's mind he thought of Diana.
Hit the sheets.
That's something he wanted to do with Diana, oh hell yes.
He started getting flustered as he walked down the hallway, and he leaned on one of the doors and closed his eyes.
Diana... God. The images flied in his head of her, stripping, her beautiful body bouncing on Caine's dick. Bouncing up and down and up and down.
He had an erection in the hallway.
It was not cool, and Caine could not have it regardless how hot the girl was.
Caine knew all about sex sure, but he didn't have a clue about masturbation, so he stood there, embarassed in the dark, waiting for it to soften up.
Eventually of course it happened, but before it could, the door he was leaning on opened, and he backed into the room and fell on the floor.
"Shit."
He looked up at the kid by the door as he said,
"Why were you at my door?"
Caine started standing up and looked at the boy,
"Sorry Jack. I was... uh... tying my shoe."
Jack nodded and didn't even bother to look down at Caine's bare feet. Before Jack could say anything else Caine stormed back into the hallway and did a fast walk to the staircase.
He laughed to himself when he got there. Why had he apologized to Jack? Something he hardly ever did and he said it to Jack. Caine was never sorry. Was he embarassed of his erection? Was that it? He looked down at his Coates Academy gym shorts and saw the stiff growth had subsided. He walked over to the bathroom a little ways away from the staircase and locked himself in.
He let out a soft moan after turning on the lights. Then he slid down to the floor and held his hands to his face in the private bathroom.
After a few seconds like that, and a few more thoughts of Diana, he rubbed against his soft dick lightly wth one hand and pulled his knees to his chest. Then he spread his knees, (as if sitting like a butterfly) and rubbed his dick faster. He rubbed it like a woman would rub herself (like Diana does so many times in the near future while thinking about him) and he loved it. In just a few seconds, he was stiff all over again, but this time he would try somehing different.
He left the bathroom and ran back to his room and got back in bed. He laid on his side and stuck his hands in his gym shorts. He put his hand around his stiff member and stroked it slowly. He didn't know what he was doing, but he did it, just because it felt good. The fire in the pit of his pelvic girdle overtook him and he laid on his back. He threw his shirt and gym shorts on the floor and after a minute of hesitation he pulled off his boxers and threw those on the floor too.
He stroked his dick faster, faster. He bucked his hips forward and then started bucking his whole body as if he was having sex. He imagined Diana, so beautiful, riding him. He had seen the videos with his friend Drake in Coates' library on the computers. They gave him an erection but he would have never done this with Drake.
Faster, faster still. This feeling that he only had in sex, (his sex was never that great, he lost his virginity to Becky and only had sex with her twice) but this on was so much more personal, so much more on his own than the other.
He stroked faster and faster, and with his free hand he touched the two balls hanging under that long shaft of his. He moaned out loud as tension escaped him all the way down his spine. He pulled on the skin of his balls and moaned out loud, God it felt so good. It felt amazing.
He didn't care about seeing Dekka anymore. He just cared about this, Oh fuck, he loved this.
He bucked faster, faster, and cried out like a little girl as the sperm threatened to release and then, at the worst moment possible...
His roomate walked in.
3
Drake hadn't been having that great of a night either. He just screwed that strawberry blonde because she begged him to death. Even while she was dating Caine, every timed he looked away she threw a wink, or blew a kiss.
Well, she never blew a kiss any harder than she blew tonight.
Becky was good, Drake had to admit, but she wasn't that great. Mostly because pity sex isn't a very good turn on for Drake.
He walked up the staircase and down the hallway to his room, he stuck in his key, (God it was late, Caine was probably knocked out) and unlocked the door. He opened it, and then turned on the light, what he saw may have made some other guy throw up. Drake just shut the door and smiled as Caine blushed and stood up to his grab his underwear on the floor.
"Stop."
Drake held up a hand as Caine bent down to get his underwear. His dick was dripping with pre-cum and it was pointing straight at Caine, nice and hard.
"Finish, so I can lay down in peace without feeling like I interrupted you."
Caine smiled and then stood there and stroked it slowly.
"What do you mean finish?"
Drake was only in a good mood because of the sex, any other day and he might have just yelled at Caine for being so disgusting.
"It's called masturbation. After you're done you'll cum. Like you do after you have sex, or the guys in the pornos do. Y'know?"
Caine blushed and looked down at his dick, he was still stroking it slowly. Anyone else and he might have been a bit embarassed in the nude like that, but for some reason he had no shame at that moment, and Drake seemed like he didn't mind at all.
He sat back down on the edge of the bed as Drake changed into his gym shorts. He kept his shirt off though and walked over to his bed, kicking Caine's shorts away as he laid down. He looked over at Caine and watched. Caine watched him as well, with an open mouth. Caine took his free hand again and tugged lightly on the skin of his balls and moaned loudly, and Drake grinned as he did it.
Unlike Sam and Quinn, who were questioning their sexuality and making everything difficult; Drake just didn't fucking care. He was no faggot, but he definitely liked when Caine acted all... well, not Caine-ish. Vulnerable. Drake liked vulnerability. He didn't care what the gender was, either way he was going to get off to it, so why should it matter?
He stood up and walked over to Caine and laid him back, he also pulled his pocket knife out.
"Shh."
He said as he pulled Caine's hand away from his throbbing dick, Caine just let him too, he wouldn't mind Drake right now, but only when he was so far gone in horniness that it didn't matter anymore.
Drake went to the door and locked it, then he went to the lightswitch and flicked it. The only light was coming from the tiny lamp in the middle of Caine and his own bed.
He walked over to Caine and positioned himself between Caine's legs. He wrapped Caine's legs around his waist and smiled. Caine looked hazy, his eyes half open and his cheeks flushed as Drake showed him the knife.
"Scream and I'll kill you... got it?"
Caine bit his lower lip and smiled lightly. That was a lie, he knew it, Drake wouldn't kill him, but Caine agreed anyway; he wanted to release so damn badly.
Caine felt Drake shuffle out of his gym shorts and then he felt Drake's hip bones against the back of his legs. He smiled and bit his lip harder, and that's when Drake kind of surprised him.
Drake pressed the tip of the knife near Caine's navel and cut him. It wasn't deep but it broke skin enough to cause blood to exit. Blood seeped down and Drake pressed his mouth to it, and got the blood on his lips. Caine moaned extremely loud, and looked at Drake's lowered head in shock. He would have screamed at him, the effect of stimulation worn off quite a bit, but then Drake did the unthinkable.
As the first word departed Caine's lips, to forever be lost in the night, Drake wrapped his cold hand around Caine's dick and rapidly jacked him off. Caine leaned up and scratched Drake's back out of pure ecstasy, and that time Drake moaned as the nails pierced his skin just a bit.
He sat up and looked Caine in the eyes. Drake smiled at him as Caine's erection rubbed up against Drake's underwear. Drake slipped out of them and the took his hard dick and rubbed it against Caine's. Caine moaned as Drake leaned down on his body and placed something metal in his hand.
"Cut me..." Drake whispered and sat up, his hard dick resting on Caine's balls and running down to his ass. Caine grabbed on to the knife, so lost in lust, and cut Drake on the side of his stomach.
Drake moaned, the cut wasn't deep but it was good enough to make Drake have to jack himself off. As he jacked himself off he jacked Caine off, and Caine bucked his hips as Drake did the deed.
Maybe what happened next was an accident, or maybe Drake did it on purpose. But Caine's ass plummeted onto Drake's dick on one of the thrusts, and Drake let it go and just jacked off Caine. Caine continued to buck, pushing Drake's dick farther into him. Drake moaned and moaned, and leaned on Caine's body and continued to jack him off.
By now Caine knew what he was doing, and with pride he shoved Drake's dick all the way into him. He didn't care about anything now except pleasure, and pleasure was what he was going to get.
No.
He wasn't just going for pleasure,
He was going for climax.
Orgasm.
Yeah, he was going for orgasm.
Caine didn't exactly know how ass-in-dick experiences worked, but he knew enough to keep bucking, letting Drake's dick go in and out, in and out, until Drake couldn't control it anymore.
Caine was having so much fun, Drake was in the palm of his hand, and he didn't want him to stop jacking him off almost as much as he didn't want him to keep pounding his ass.
Fuck. Caine loved having that pounding. Just for now though, just because this was his first experience in masturbation and he needed something fun and special to remember it by.
He pounded that fucking dick so hard, and Drake moaned like a bitch as Caine did it. He was slowing on the jacking off of Caine. But that was alright, Caine felt good, and for some reason the fucking was still pleasing him greatly.
He cut Drake again, because he knew Drake wanted it, and Drake did. He screamed out, and that's when he started pounding back, going into perfect rythm as they both thrusted in a melodious fashion.
Then Caine almost screamed as a wet sensation covered his dick. He looked down and saw Drake's head bobbing back and forth on his dick, deep throating it, and licking all over it with his tongue.
He came then, all inside of Drake's mouth, and it felt so good.
Drake thrusted a few more times, and then a hot liquid released into Caine, and Caine wouldn't lie. He really liked the feel of it.
Then Drake collapsed on Caine and smiled at him, cum dripping from his mouth. They would not kiss, that would be weird, but they would stare. Drake whispered quietly at the same time as Caine, and they hugged each other close when it had been said.
What they said was,
"Our secret."
End of Chapter Two.
