Chapter 3

The first day of school came as usual. After a summer hanging out with the same old faces, it was nice to see some that I hadn't seen since June. I ran into John and Marty DeSpain at lunch; they'd heard about the whole Ray Brower adventure and I rehashed some of the more important bits. Leeches or any reference to crying like a baby were left out and it boiled down to a gab-fest of teenage bravado. Both of them claimed that they would've shot in a flash. I believed neither of them.

The only real surprise was seeing Chris walk into my last-period advanced math class. I was under the impression that he hadn't been serious about taking the college courses and had only mentioned it just so I wouldn't feel like such an outcast. Among our small group, which was splitting even as I sat listening to the introduction to trigonometry, I was already feeling just that.

I dunno who was more surprised… me or the teacher on seeing Chris. My surprise quickly disappeared and I returned my focus to the lesson. I did, however, look over occasionally and I could tell just from Chris' body language that he had no clue just what the hell was going on.

Oh well… now I have an excuse to spend some more time with the big lug.

The thought made my cock harden a little bit and I quickly snapped back to reality. First day of school and I did not want to get lumped in with the feebs who spent most of their class time playing pocket pool with one hand while shooting spit wads with the other.

Class did seem to flash by and next thing I knew, we were being dismissed.

"Please complete problems 1-15 at the end of chapter one for tomorrow." The teacher was the first one out of class.

I was one of the first students out, but I lingered by the door. I had to ask Chambers just what the fuck he was thinking. I saw his course sheet at the end of last term and I could've sworn that nowhere on it was any math course, much less the one I had just left.

"Hey LaChance, I was wondering if I'd find your wet end here."

"Ha ha." I force-laughed. "Did you get lost or something? The shop classes are in the basement."

Chris looked around, as if he was afraid that his brother or some of his hoodlum friends would jump out at any moment. Not possible, but still…

"Not here…"

I found myself being almost dragged down the hall toward the boys' bathroom. No one gave us a second glance. I guess to most of them, it was just some nerd being taken to the toilets for a swirly.

"I told you, man." Chris quickly looked around to make sure we were alone. We were. "I gotta get out of this fuckin' town."

"I heard ya the first time." I responded. Parts of me were still trying to convince other parts of me that this wasn't a classic Chambers' rib.

"I need your help, LaChance. I didn't understand a damn word that old guy said." Chris leaned against the wall.

"You might have if you and your buddies hadn't been jackin' off instead of goin' to classes." I washed my hands at a nearby sink just to distract myself.

"Gordie, please. I really need this."

I had never heard Chris sound this helpless, ever. Not even the nights in the tree house when he looked like raw hamburger run through a grinder. I knew then that he was serious.

"You better not be yankin' my chain." I warned him, flicking my wet hands at him.

Now Chris smiled. "That's later tonight, Gordie." He winked. "I'll be over after dinner."

…

The news that Chris Chambers, of all people, was coming over that night to study, of all things, was greeted with the exact reaction I had expected. A "that's nice" from my old lady before going back to leafing through photos of my brother and an uninterested grunt from my old man behind the newspaper.

Chris showed up around seven and we immediately went into my room. I always did my homework there, so that was one less thing for my parents to rip my ass over.

I took my notes out. As a figured, Chris hadn't bothered to write a single word during the lecture so I used them as a guide. For the next three hours, I re-explained to him what 'sine', 'cosine', 'tangent', and several other terms meant. I was positive that there were points that he thought I was speaking a different language, but we plowed through it.

It was after midnight before we started muddling through the homework assignment. Thank God that was the only class that I had any in.

"Please tell me that some of this is starting to make a bit of sense?"

"Don't sweat it." Chris sighed "But I need a fuckin' break."

"So do I." I tossed the textbook onto the floor.

"Good." Chris tossed his book aside and immediately started undoing my pants. "My old man was too drunk to make dinner, so I'm gonna take your load."

…

Chris' POV

Before people start getting the wrong idea, let me explain something… I LIKE GIRLS! I always have and I always will. There's something about them that just drives me crazy, not that any of the ones that go to high school with me qualify in that. Yeah sure, there's been the odd chick who thinks that if word gets around that she's with one of the typical 'bad boys' her rep will improve. I got two words for that: fuck that! No one scores points off Chris Chambers, dude or girl.

So you're probably wonderin' why, if I'm so into pussy, I am screwing around with an obvious wet end like LaChance. Fuck if I know, man. I never even considered touching another guy's cock until that day in the tree house. Even then, I never expected it to go anywhere. Hell, my brain would've been jazzed just to see Gordie naked, much less go as far as we did. I've beaten off so many times thinking about how different things would've been if it had just been me and him goin' to find the Brower kid's body. Ya realize how hard it was for me not to help him with that leech?

That's neither one way nor the other, man. I guess what I'm trying to say is that… fuckit; I don't really know what the hell is going on? The night we got back, I spent hours staring at my ceiling trying to figure out just what it was about him that was bringing this shit outta me. I mean, we'd been friends since the first time we hung out. He's always had my back and I've always had his, but this… this is so totally not friendship. I should just say 'fuck it' and see where this thing goes. Hell, it can't be any worse that having my old man beat the shit out of me when he's drunk and my brother do it when he isn't.

Thank God we're starting to drift away from Teddy and Vern. We always say that things can't get much worse… if either of them found out we were spit-roasting each other… I really don't need to finish that statement, now do I?

…

I'm staring at Gordie's cock, already hard and leaking, like I'd never seen it before.

"You gonna do somethin' or just stare at it?" Gordie snapped me out of my thoughts.

"You got someplace you'd rather be, LaChance?" I sniggered

"Piss up a rope." he retorted

"That doesn't do it for me anymore." I smiled and slithered between his legs until the head of his cock was level with my mouth. "You're gonna have to try… harder." I paused before I said the last word to lick the bubble of precum off the tip.

Gordie shivered when my tongue touched him. My mind immediately made a juvenile joke about how easy it was to turn him on. I opened my mouth to razz him, but before I could get a single word out, he thrust forward and shut me up.

"Better hurry up, man." Gordie gasped "Or there won't be time for dessert."

I had no idea what the little fucker meant by that, but dammit I really didn't care at that point. I wondered briefly if there'd come a time when the whole 'sucking Gordie off' would lose its romanticism.

Fuck it…

That was quickly becoming my mind's response to a lot of the shit that was goin' down in my life. This time it was a literal fuck it. With no more that a quick glance up at Gordie, I started giving him what I hoped was the best blowjob of his life. I sucked him fast, and then slowed down when he got too excited, and once his dick calmed, I went back to full speed.

I kept going at him for a good twenty minutes, always keeping him exactly where I wanted him. I don't know if he had any idea what I was doing. Actually, I didn't know what I was doing, really. All I knew was this felt right; for both of us, and I was going to enjoy this for as long as I could… or until society's idea of what was right and what was wrong got in our way.

"Fuck…" I heard Gordie sigh. It sounded like it came from another place, another time. It was then that I realized that I had zoned out… actually I realized it five seconds later when Gordie came in my mouth. Like the only other time I'd let him shoot like this, I took all of it. Once he was done, I wiped my mouth on my sleeve and looked up.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Gordie said, when I didn't say anything right away.

"Oh man, I could rank your ass right now." I sighed, sliding up beside him.

"Then why don't cha? Or has the great Chris Chambers lost what little talent he has?"

Wow, Gordie was in fine form tonight.

"LaChance, do you have any idea what the hell we're doing?" I asked

"D'ya mean trying to get you out of the stupid classes so you can maybe get a life and get the fuck out of this town?" Gordie moved to grab the textbook we'd been studying from.

"No… I mean you… me… us…" I stated "Am I wrong in thinkin' that this is more than just curiosity?"

Gordie set his book down and looked at me like I was a trespasser and he had just been told to 'sic balls'.

"I mean, I'd never even looked at another guy before the tree house and now… I just can't get you outta my mind, man." Chris rambled on. "I mean, I still like girls, but…"

"But what…?"

"But I think if I'm ever gonna get out of this fuckin' town, it's gonna be with you." I sighed "Is that wrong?"

Gordie looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, and then leaned in and kissed me full on.

"If it is, then fuck if I wanna be right." He replied "We'll shoot the shit later, but we still got ten homework problems to do."

It was nearly two in the morning when I climbed out his bedroom window and snuck back to my house. The place was stone cold silent, but I still crept into my bedroom. I quickly stripped down to go to bed and as I dozed off, I realized that yeah, if loving Gordie was wrong, then I sure as fuck didn't want to be right.

Who knew, eh?