Knots, Book 1
by Elias Scott
Before we knew it, it was May. Andy and I turned fifteen in March. Our birthdays were just over a week apart. Sophomore class elections, spring football, finals, and Dillon Burke were all that were left of the school year. You're probably asking, who is Dillon Burke? You'll find out before this chapter is over.
I ran for sophomore class president. Andy got mad because he'd been thinking about it and I beat him to it. I suggested he run for Vice-President, but he didn't have any interest in being second.
Ernie Bowline ran for Treasurer and won. Billy Martin ran against me and lost. He's always been the clown of the class and I guess the class didn't take him seriously.
Andy gave me a non-enthusiastic congratulations after I won. I thought he'd moved beyond the negative attitude, but some of it still lingered. Not only did I have what he considered his quarterback job but also his class president position. All that stuff seemed important then, but looking back on it now, it was really nothing. We were only freshman preparing to enter our sophomore year. Too bad we can't have that kind of perspective when we're in the middle of it.
Andy and I were on our way to a lawn job the afternoon of the election. He stopped in front of the Hemstead's. "You must really think you're not stuff don't you?"
I stood tall. "I am hot stuff."
"Yes, you are a legend in your own mind."
"How original. Can't you just be happy for me? Nothing's changed between us except that you always seem to resent my success. Are we best friends or not?"
"Business partners," he said. "We mow lawns together."
"You know, I'm getting tired of this crap. Just as I think it's all behind us, you start up again. I was patient at first because I felt sorry for you. It was a terrible thing, breaking your leg. But no matter how much I tried to be your friend, you were pissed and angry and jealous. You seem to think the world owes you the perfect life. But it doesn't. You have to go after it, but all you do is keep waiting for life to bless you and hand you the gold ring. You need to grab the ring. It's not going to be handed to you."
"You're so full of shit. How do you grab the ring when your best friend grabs it before you can get it?"
I shook my head. "There's more than one ring dumb ass. That's what you don't understand. Remember how we laughed at Ernie and Alan. We figured they'd never finish the first couple weeks of football. But they fooled us. They grabbed the gold ring. You had it and let it go. Breaking your leg was a tough, but you let it whip you. Quit whining, take control of your life, grab the gold ring, and quit blaming me."
Andy wheeled the lawn wagon with the lawnmower onto the driveway of the Hemsteads. "Easy for you to say."
He rolled the mower off. I grabbed the trimmer. "Let's just get the job done. There's not much I can do if you insist on feeling the world has some plot against you."
We pulled our shirts off and began. Our skin had been slowly tanning in the sun. It felt good to be outside with the sun on my back. I wondered if Andy felt the same or if he thought even the sun was against him."
Something came over him though as he worked. I looked over and he had a smile on his face and was mouthing some song I couldn't hear through the noise of the lawnmower. He finished up and I turned the edger off. He was pulling weeds and I could hear him singing.
"What's with the music?" I asked.
"I thought about what you said, and you know what, you're right. I've been whining. What kind of athlete am I anyway? Hell, sports are supposed to teach us to be tough, learn how to handle adversity, and build character. I've sucked at it. Acted like a wimp. Blamed you for all my failures when you've always wanted what was best for me. I'm sorry."
"Are my ears fooling me?"
"Nope. You know how coach always talks about the difference between fear motivation and attitude motivation. Never paid much attention. Didn't seem to apply to me until now. Fear was paralyzing me. I feared your success and my failure. But I finally realized while I was mowing the lawn that it's my attitude I need to change and not you. I can no longer be motivated by my fears."
I glanced at the sweat rolling off his chest and realized that I no longer wanted to be Andy. I wanted to be me. I saw our reflection in the Hemstead's bay window and realized while standing next to Andy that I was taller and as good looking as he was. It wasn't that I thought I was better. The problem had always been that I felt inferior to him because of his confidence and charisma. Now I was happy with who I was and no longer wanted to be him. Andy's words made me realize this. I had my own fears, feared I wasn't good enough, and that Andy was in some way always better than me. I still loved him and admired his build with the six pack abs and tight chest, but I looked pretty good myself, had shown I could be a leader as quarterback, and now sophomore class president. My parents always told me to just be myself. When I asked them what they meant, they couldn't put it into words so I fumbled along until I realized that being myself was not trying to act or be like someone else, even Andy.
Gina and Emily had become our good friends. They were our first dates, but like Andy said, "there are many fish in the sea." I'd always been liked, but there were others in our class, including Andy, that were more popular than me because I was shy.
That all changed. But looking back at it, I was still the same Matt Spence, but one with more confidence. I'm sure the older kids didn't notice, but the guys and girls in our class took notice and they sought my friendship. I wasn't very popular in elementary school, but not unpopular either. Just another one of the guys. Billy Martin and Andy were the popular ones. Maybe that's why I wanted Andy as my best friend. I was hoping his popularity would rub off on me. It didn't, but when I was with him, I felt like it had.
I was slow in wanting a real girlfriend mostly because I didn't want to be tied down. I did what they used to call in the old days, playing the field. Sounds like a football term. I went to the school dances with different girls each time. I'll have to tell you, that didn't do me much good. Each wanted to know why we didn't go out again. Andy often asked, 'why can't a girl be like a guy?' The answer, of course, is because they're girls.
I climbed slowly out of the funk I was in. But eventually bounced back, or at least it seemed like it. Even though I was down and felt sorry for myself, I kept my eyes on the girls. So did Matt. He had some stories to tell about how he fought the girls off. I, on the other hand, didn't fight off anyone.
Despite my retirement as a football star, I was back to normal physically.
Emily was a true friend because she told me the things I needed to hear. It was a knot I never wanted to untie. I didn't know if I'd ever be able to untie the others.
Emily and I went off campus for lunch on a warm afternoon in May. All the girls were saying, "Hello Andy. How's it going Andy? Don't forget to call me Andy. I love you Andy and that beautiful body of yours," as we headed out and sat on a bench at the park across from the school. Some just said hello and blushed. One thing I never did was talk about the girls I dated or had sex with after embarrassing Emily at the pizza parlor. After all, this is private stuff. I didn't need to brag because it seemed the girls did all the talking. Worked better that way.
All the attention was embarrassing in front of Emily. But I loved it when it happened in front of the guys.
Emily smiled as we sat on the bench toward the back of the park. "Andy, I guess you're still the ladies man."
"You noticed huh?"
"Cool if you want to be the guy all the girls want to have sex with."
I frowned. "Tell me how that's bad?"
"Depends, I suppose."
"Depends on what?"
"The kind of reputation you want to have. There's more to life than sex."
I smiled. "Maybe. But I haven't found it. Anyway, it's all your fault for unleashing the sleeping giant." I looked down at my crotch.
She slugged me in the arm. "I didn't mean that one. Stop it. You're embarrassing me."
I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her next to me. "Okay. You're probably my best friend other than Matt. Matt doesn't have to worry about his rep. Sometimes I think there's something wrong with him. He doesn't do anything when he goes out on a date and he could probably have more girls than me."
"Did you ever think that maybe he's not ready or doesn't need it?"
"Well, I was ready even before our night in the park. He never seems ready. Besides, everyone needs sex."
She smiled. "According to you. But no one ever died from not having sex."
I turned toward her. "I think I would. It makes me feel alive and the world whole. I feel like God sometimes." I paused, and she gave me a questioning look. "What?" I said.
"You were going to say something."
"I don't know. Never mind." She paused and then said, "Like God, huh?
"Yeah. Like God. We should get together. I'll give you a ride to heaven.
"Isn't that why Adam and Eve were kicked out of the Garden of Eden? They wanted to be like God."
I laughed. "No, they ate the forbidden fruit. Everyone knows that."
"What do you think the forbidden fruit was?"
"Fruit off the tree."
She grabbed my hand, then looked around to see if anyone was watching. "Fruit, which would give them the knowledge of good and evil. Make them like God."
"So now you're going all religious on me?" I laughed. "Boy do you have an imagination."
"Just a thought. Anyway, I'm concerned about you."
"Don't be. I love my life. Plenty of women and a few good friends like you and Matt."
"What happens if you get someone pregnant?"
I shook my head. "It'll never happen. I always use a condom. Not as much fun, but better safe than sorry."
"You know what they say, 'the only safe sex is no sex.'"
"You should know," I said.
She gave me a dirty look. "You don't know how badly I wanted you that night in the park. It was hard, even with the little we did, to say no when you wanted to touch my breasts."
"If I'd have known, I'd have done it, but I was a lot shyer then. Like I said, you awakened the giant in me."
"So it's my fault?"
"Yep, you're the blame. Anything I do now with a girl is because of you."
She punched me in the stomach.
I kissed her on the cheek. "Well, at least we're friends. I need a real girlfriend. You know what I mean, a friend that's a girl. Sometimes I get the feeling I'm being used by some of the girls I date."
"Yeah, like a stud."
Emily let out a loud laugh and some of the students around us looked. "Tough life Andy. I wonder when you'll be put out to pasture."
I wiped my fake tears. "Have some sympathy for me."
"Can't. Like my mom likes to point out when I do something wrong and don't like the consequences. 'You made your bed, now lie in it. And like Matt would say, you tied the knot, now live with it."
"What are you saying?" I asked. "You think I should join the virginity club?"
She laughed. "Do we have one of those?"
"I don't know, but you could start one and be the only member."
The bell rang. "I love you Andy and don't want to see you get hurt. Watch out. How 'bout taking in a movie this weekend?"
"Can't, have a date with Jill on Friday and Janice on Saturday."
Emily stood. "Guess you have your calendar filled. We'll have to do it some other time."
"Sure. I'd like that."
She kissed me on the cheek and sauntered off to class with my eyes following the sway of her hips. It seemed like every girl made me think of sex. But so did the guys. Talk about a real problem. I was horny no matter who it was. Made my heart pound. Sometimes I thought I was going to have a heart attack. The adrenalin flowed every time I looked at one of those fine looking babes and the fucking hot guys, especially Dillon Burke, next years starting varsity quarterback.
I got to tell you, I always looked at guys and compared myself to them. I think all guys look at other guys, but they just don't admit it, and when they do, they automatically figure they're gay. But I've decided it's not the looking, but the desire to suck their cock and have it in your ass that makes you gay. Like a t-shirt I saw on a porn site said, "Sorry girls. I love cock." So far I haven't had my chance, but I really think I'll love cock. Makes me salivate just thinking about it.
Andy was looking forward to spring football practice so he could get his job back. To be honest, I wanted it for Andy. But the little I knew about psychology in those days was that nothing means much if it's given to you. So I wanted Andy to fight for it.
We'd been going to the park running wind sprints and tossing the ball around. I think the weight training he was doing at home was making him faster because he was beating me.
His breath was short after he beat me in our last sprint. "You might not have your QB job much longer."
"Football's more than winning a sprint," I said. "And besides, the fastest guys should be running backs."
Andy tried to catch his breath. "We'll see. Pack your bags. I'm taking your job."
Andy told the coach he wanted to try out for quarterback again. "If that's what you want Andy, but the competition's tough. You're going to have to take it away from your best friend."
"I know coach, but I don't think I'm not cut out to be a running back."
So Andy and I are fighting for the quarterback job. He's back to his old self except that he's calmed down a little. He's not as cocky as he used to be. I think the coach and the players like that. Guess a broken leg can humble a guy.
Something happened one day that gave him a step up. The guy who was going to be the varsity quarterback next year, Dillon Burke, took Andy under his wing. Life changed for all of us, especially Andy.
Sometimes fate just comes along and hands you a miracle. Spring ball started and the guy who was going to be the starting quarterback for the varsity, Dillon Burke, offered to help me win my job back.
The JV's and the varsity practiced together during spring ball. We don't wear pads and there's no contact, so as usual I had my shirt off. That's right, I like to show off what I got in hopes of catching one of those fish in the sea. I'd been working on the weights some since I got my cast off and put on ten pounds. Every once in a while, I caught Dillon looking at me during practice.
He came up to me in the hall just before lunch the third day of practice. He put his arm around my shoulder. I'd seen him do this with a lot of guys on the team when he talked to them so didn't give it much thought.
"Andy, you're looking pretty good out there."
"Thanks. You look pretty good yourself."
He smiled. "Thanks."
He removed his arm. "Rumor has it you're trying to get your QB job back from Matt Spence. Would you like some help?"
Dillon looked like an athlete. He weighed about 175 pounds and didn't have an ounce of fat on him. His shoulders and chest were well defined and tanned, with a vein running down his biceps. Just a little hair covered his long well-formed legs. The face was lean and strong. His hair was dark brown and his eyes blue-gray. The eyes seemed to penetrate you. His arm around my shoulder made me feel like one of the guys. And now he was interested in helping me. Fate had finally turned my way. The gold ring grabbed me.
For a second I wondered if he was gay. Then laughed at myself for even thinking it.
"Yes, I'm offering. We can get together at the park after practice and on the weekends. You game?"
"Hell yes. But why me?"
"I think you're the better quarterback. Matt kinda already has the job, so it's going to be an uphill battle for you to get it back, and I'd like to help."
I got so excited, I forgot myself for a second and gave him a big hug. "Thanks!"
He glanced around. "Don't overdo it," he said.
"Oh sorry. But you don't know how much this means to me."
"I'm glad. How does today work for you?"
I couldn't get the grin off my face. "Cool. Let me tell my mom that you're going to help me and I'll be home late."
"Sounds good. See you after school."
He walked off with a back handed wave as I headed for lunch with Matt.
"Hey dude, what kept you?"
"Dillon Burke stopped me. Said he wanted to help me with my football so I can kick your sorry ass. I'm going over to the park with him after practice."
Matt gave me a funny look. "Really. Why you? You're just a freshman, and he's a junior."
"I don't know, but I think it's cool. I may beat you out for that QB job yet."
Matt took a bite of his sandwich. "It's kinda cool. He drives that damn hot silver BMW convertible."
"Yeah, I can't wait to ride in it. Who'd have thought this guy would want to help me?"
"Right. Who'd have thought?"
I sipped my Pepsi. "You sound a little jealous."
"I am, and I'm trembling over the fact he's going to teach you how to whip my ass and take my QB job."
I couldn't help but smile. "I'll call you tonight and let you know what we did."
"Can't wait. I don't mean to sound like your mother, but be careful."
"What, you think he's going to break my leg showing me how to throw the football?"
Matt gave me a serious look. "I don't know. Something just doesn't feel right, so be careful, k?
The bell rang and we headed our separate ways. I was kinda pissed at Matt for the way he acted. I think he's a little jealous. I couldn't wait until after school.
I was distracted during practice because I kept watching Dillon. He made my mouth water. It seemed like practice was never going to end and Dillon and I would be driving in his BMW with the top down.
He walked me out to his car. The yellow tank top showed off his beautiful tan. It clung to him and it made me horny. Maybe it was like Matt said, it made me horny because I was thinking what it would be like to have his body instead of my skinny one. I could picture myself with his body fucking. I started to open the door and he said, "Jump in. No need to open the door."
I jumped in and a smug looked crossed my face. "Dillon, this is the coolest."
"Glad you like it. We'll be doing this a lot more, so get used to it."
We zipped out of the parking lot and headed to Stanton Park. He shifted through the gears like he was a race car driver. A big smile crossed my face. I caught him looking at me. "What?"
"Nothing. You're cute with that big smile on your face. I'm glad I can make you laugh.
"Hell, who wouldn't? This is the coolest. I'm glad you want to help me."
Dillon turned back to the road, I glanced at the dash, and then over at him. His stomach was flat as he sat driving. He outweighed me by forty pounds and every ounce was lean muscle. He's really beautiful, I thought, and he likes me.
Andy was late for lunch today. This junior, Dillon Burke, stopped him in the hall and wanted to help him with football. My first reaction was, why would any junior, especially one as cool as Dillon Burke, want to help some freshman. Andy shrugged and was just happy this guy was taking an interest in him. I warned him to be careful, but it kind of pissed him off, so I backed off. He said he'd call me tonight. I'm anxious to hear how it went.
Dillon sped into the park, made a quick stop, and jumped out as soon as he removed the key. I did the same. How cool is this? I thought.
He grabbed the football out of the back seat and pointed his hand toward the large oak. I ran toward it and he hit me with a perfect pass. It was awesome. I spent the next hour or so with Dillon showing me how to throw, drop back, release quickly, and hit my target when standing in the pocket and sprinting out. He told me that when sprinting out, to throw the ball directly at the receiver instead of leading him because my momentum would automatically compensate. It really worked. Matt's going to be sorry after I spend some time with Dillon.
"You want to go get a milk shake or something," he said as we were walking back to his car.
"I'd like that."
"I'll pay," he said.
"Naw, I should pay, you spent your time working with me."
"Maybe, but you're a quick learner and it's my pleasure," he said as he patted me on the butt.
I scooted away from him even though my dick was preparing to stand at attention.
"You have a nice ass, Andy. If fact, your whole body is pretty hot."
"Thanks. You're pretty hot yourself," I said thinking he was just being nice to the skinny freshman.
We had our milkshakes and he brought me home. He pulled into our driveway and put his hand on my leg. "Want to do this again tomorrow."
My cock took a short leap. "Yeah, let's."
He grabbed my hand and placed both our hands on his thigh. See you after school tomorrow, k?"
Matt's words went through my mind for a second and then I thought, fuck Matt. This guy likes me.
Andy called around 7:30 and said he had a great time with Dillon. Talked about jumping in and out of the car and all the things Dillon taught him without going into any detail.
He said, "Don't want to give away any trade secrets. Just know your QB spot is mine.
"So what did you do after?"
"Went out for a milkshake. I was going to pay, but he did."
"He didn't put any moves on you did he?"
"Hell no. I'd have jumped out of his car and said, 'what the fuck' just like you did when I kissed you. So everything's cool. We're going out again tomorrow."
"You mean like on a date."
"No asshole. We going to the park. Maybe we'll let you come with us sometime if you behave yourself."
"Can't wait. Anyway, thanks for calling. I'm glad you had a good session. Talk to you tomorrow."
He said, "You better sleep with a football tonight because it's about the only thing your ever going to sleep with. Cuddle with it so it will remind you that your QB job is mine." And then he hung up.
We went to the park again the next day. Dillon took me to his house afterward. He lives in this big two-story house in a nice neighborhood, even nicer than mine. His bedroom's upstairs along with two others. His parent's room is downstairs. No one was home when we got there. He said, like it was in passing. "My parents both work late."
His room was like a temple to his achievements. He had trophies, plaques, and pictures of him in football, baseball, and basketball uniforms going back to early elementary school.
"What do you think?"
"I'm impressed." I wanted to say, even though I admired him and looked up to him, that it was a bit over the top, but didn't.
He sat at his computer, which was already on. "Come here, I want to show you something.".
I walked over. "What?"
He clicked his mouse and there was a picture of two guys with a girl fucking. Well, one guy was fucking the girl while the same guy was sucking the other guys dick. My cock started to firm up and all the time I'm hearing Matt's voice. "Watch out."
"Isn't this hot?" he asked.
"Have you ever wondered what it would be like to suck a guy's cock or have him suck yours?"
"Not really." As you already know, that was a lie.
Dillon cleared his throat. "I've thought about it, but never did it. No one to do it with."
I stepped back from the computer. "Yeah, hard to find a guy who's willing to suck cock. Hell a lot of girls won't suck cock. I usually don't date them again."
He clicked the mouse and a clip of three guys fucking and sucking flashed on the screen. My dick was getting hard. I moved in to see better, and when I got close, he put his hand on my cock. "You like that?"
"Uh. Uh. What the fuck?" I said thinking of Matt. Of course I was just feigning surprise.
"You didn't answer me."
He stood up, turned me by the shoulders so I was facing him, tilted my head up, leaned down, and kissed me. "Shit," I thought.
It was a quick kiss and I just stood there staring at him. He kissed me again and this time held it longer. Like I said, I don't always get a lot out of just kissing, but with my cock hardening, his lips on mine, and then his tongue, I was ready to do anything he wanted. He wasn't going to get any fight from me.
I put my arms around him and kissed him back, tongue fencing, hungry for whatever he wanted to do next. He pulled back and looked for a yes or no in my eyes. I didn't do anything but stand there. He grabbed my shirt tail, pulled my shirt over my head, kissed my nipples, licked my belly button, and licked his way back up to my neck and lips. I'd had girls do this to me, but the idea of Dillon, hard bodied athletic Dillon Fucking Burke, doing it, made me think I was going to cum right then.
"God that feels good, Dillon."
"He knelt down and pulled my shorts down to my ankles and grabbed by cock through my underwear. He nibbled around it through the material as I moaned. He pulled my underwear down and my cock jumped at him. He smiled. "I've been thinking about this for a long time."
He took my cock in his mouth and it was so warm. He pulled off just enough to lick around the tip and then stick it back in, taking it all the way down. "Oh my God," I said.
He was good at this, but it wasn't that he was so much better than some of the girls I'd been with. It was hotter because it was Dillon Fucking Burke. He seemed to know what he was doing.
He pulled off me, stood up, and pulled his shirt off. And then everything that followed seemed so natural. I leaned in and kissed him deep and then sucked on his nipples, licked around them, and ran my tongue down his stomach, which tightened, exposing his hard abs. Shit, I thought. Can you believe it Andy? You're having sex with Dillon Fucking Burke. What the fuck?
I licked around and in his navel and could smell the freshness of his after practice shower. He pulled me up and kissed me again, sticking his tongue in deep. I thought I was going to explode. I was getting ready to go down and pull his shorts off, when he put his thumb inside the band, slid them off, and stepped out of them. We both stood naked. He paused for a second and I lunged at him, took him in my arms and hugged him, pulling his hot naked body next to mine. We were both breathing hard as he grabbed my hand and led me to his bed.
I just let myself go. I didn't worry about what Matt would think or anyone would think if they knew Dillon and I were laying naked on his bed, and I was getting ready to put his cock in my mouth. We laid next to each other kissing until I just had to have his cock in my mouth. I slid back so my mouth was above his beautiful cut cock, picked it up with my fingers, and put it in my mouth. My breathing was short and quick and it seemed like I might faint, but I put that beautiful cock in my mouth; it tasted so good. The head so soft. It was better than I ever expected. In that moment, I knew I loved cock. Really loved cock.
Dillon moaned, then turned so we each had our cocks in each other's mouths and I came almost as soon as he sucked it a few more times. He took longer and I wasn't sure whether to swallow his cum or not. He'd swallowed mine, so I did too. The pre-cum tasted sweet, but his cum was salty, but I took it all.
Dillon moved so our heads were together. He kissed me and put his arms around me and we laid there for fifteen or twenty minutes before. I closed my eyes and then opened them to make sure this was real. My eyes wandered the length of his slim strong body. Just as I was ready to do it again, he glanced at the clock. "I'd like to do this again, but my parents are going to be home soon.
"I thought they were coming home late?"
"Yeah, they are, but I need to take care of some stuff before they get here."
He squeezed my cock as I reached to grab my clothes. I looked up and smiled. "When are we going to do this again?"
"Tomorrow, if you want. We'll come straight here after school instead of going to the park."
"Sounds like a plan to me."
He drove me home and gave my cock a quick squeeze just before I jumped out and ran into the house.
What a day. Never thought anything like this would happen with Dillon. I couldn't wait until the next day. I wanted to suck that cock again. It was so much better than licking pussy. Is this what they mean by sexual preference? I prefer cock over pussy. A vagina is more like an asshole, except cleaner and self-lubricating. A cock, well, it's a cock, so fine and hard and soft and delicious all at the same time. My dick's starting to get hard just writing this.
Andy and I talked about him and Dillon at lunch every day for the next few days. Andy wouldn't shut up. It was Dillon this and Dillon that. Every time I asked him how the workouts were going, all he said was, "Fine. I'm learning a lot." Andy and I didn't do anything after practice because he always took off with Dillon. The only time he and I spent any time together was at lunch or when we were mowing lawns.
"What's up dude? Don't you have time for your best friend anymore?"
"Naw. Been busy. Dillon's been spending a lot of time with me."
"Hell, you should be good enough to be a pro quarterback by now."
He gave me a shit eating grin. "Naw, just enough to beat your ass out of the job."
"A bunch of us are getting together to go for pizza on Friday. You want to come?"
"Naw, Dillon's having me over for dinner."
"Dinner? This sounds serious."
"Fuck you Matt. We're friends, and he wants to cook dinner for me. You never cooked dinner for me."
"You never cooked dinner for me either."
"Well, sorry. Dillon's cool and I love riding around in his BMW with our shirts off and seeing all the girls gawking at us."
"Or gawking at the BMW. I still don't understand what a senior gets out of hanging with a sophomore."
"That's because you're jealous. I'm cool. He's cool. That's all there is too it. He likes helping me. What else can I say?
"Whatever," I said. Have fun."
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