Knots, Book 3
by Elias Scott
Matt, Thomas, Randy, and I met with DA Wheeler and our parents in Wheeler's office after court.
"I think things went pretty well," Wheeler said. "I'm calling Andy to the stand tomorrow." He glanced at Matt's parents. "There are some things that might come out that you are unaware of."
Matt's parents looked at him. Matt dropped his eyes.
"Is there anything you want to tell us?" Matt's dad asked.
He shook his head.
"So we're going to have to find out in the courtroom tomorrow?"
Matt looked up and away from them to me. "It would be better to wait. Nothing may come of it. I just wanted you to be aware so anything that comes out in the trial won't be a surprise."
Matt's mom gave him a pleading look. "It would be better if you told us now."
He put his head down and you could barely hear him. "I know, but I can't."
Matt's dad turned to Wheeler. "Can't you tell us?"
"Matt asked me not to say anything. I need to respect his wishes. And like I said, we may have nothing to worry about. What the defense has is unrelated to the statutory rape of these four young men. Anyway, our case is strong. But the defense isn't going to roll over on us. So be prepared for anything." He turned to me. "Andy, you'll be tempted to lie and cover up. Don't! That will hurt our case."
He turned to Thomas and Randy. "I'm going to call you two next after Andy is through testifying. A lot has to do with how long the defense takes. My goal is to merely show that Dillon had sex with minors after he became an adult and while he was still four years older than you. But not only was he having sex with you, he was also having sex with Andy and wasn't satisfied with just the three of you. He wanted Matt too. This is why I think our case is strong."
Matt's parents wanted to talk with him as soon as we left Wheeler's office, but to my surprise, he brushed them off. "I need to talk to Andy."
Matt's dad flashed him an angry look. "Wait until we get home."
"I want to do it now," Matt snapped. He grabbed my arm and pulled me down the hall while his parents stood there. I don't think they'd ever seen Matt like this before.
You could hear the fear in his voice. "I'm not sure what's going to happen when I get home so I wanted to talk to you now. Wheeler is good. He kept all of our extracurricular activities out of his questioning. The defense tried to imply I wanted it, but they couldn't prove that. I'm sure Banta or one of the other three asshole lawyers Dillon has will go after all of us."
I patted Matt on the back. "I'm expecting it. Relax."
"I'd like to tell you to lie, but it won't do any good. Randy, Thomas, or Kyle, or somebody else is going to testify. Our lives are going to be shit."
I sat down on a bench in the hall. "I think you're right."
Matt sat down next to me. "I'd like to hold your hand and be in bed with you right now. It would be so comforting to hold you in my arms and have you hold me. We could fuck. I miss that. I need that," Matt confessed to my surprise.
"You ole horny dog," I said with a smile.
"It's not that Andy. For the first time, I feel like I need you. I need your love."
"It's about fucking time," I said.
He broke into a smile. "Don't get excited. It might only because I'm scared shitless."
He whispered, "There's a vacant house down from your place. Let's meet there. Do you know where it is?"
"I'll meet you there at 8:00 PM."
"What about your parents?"
"I'm going to be in so much shit, I don't think I really care right now. I just want your dick in my ass and mine in yours. I want to kiss and hug you and have you kiss and hug me back. I want to feel your love."
"Who said I love you?"
Matt smiled. "You know what, Andy? You're an asshole."
"I know, but I'll be there because I need it too."
We glanced down the hall where our parents stood talking and glancing over at us every once in a while.
"We'd better go," I said.
I was scared as we headed out to the car to head home. No one said anything until we were in the car. And even then, we only made small talk about my testimony.
"What do you think they'll ask Andy tomorrow?" my dad asked in a casual off-handed way.
"I'm not sure. You already know Andy's gay. He agreed to have sex with Dillon as soon as Dillon showed an interest. Thomas and Randy were seduced. Dillon slowly manipulated them."
My mom turned to the back seat. "But what does any of that have to do with you?"
"Nothing. I wasn't involved."
"But Mr. Wheeler seems to think there is something."
"He's only being cautious."
I thought I saw tears welling in my mom's eyes. "But he said something could come out about you that might surprise us. Can't you tell us?"
"Mom, everything'll be fine. Why worry about something that may never happen?" It was hard to sound so casual, when my heart was beating fast and the adrenaline was surging through every pore of my body.
"We love you no matter what. Don't forget that."
My eyes filled with tears. "I know."
She turned toward the front and stared out the window while I waited for the tears to subside so I could talk. "Andy and I are getting together at 8:00 to talk about the trial. Is that okay?"
"Why don't you have him come over with his parents and we'll all talk?" my dad questioned.
"This is something Andy and I need to talk about. It's nothing against you guys. But he and I need to talk."
They didn't say anything. I went to my room when we got home, and later, when dinner was ready, we ate in silence. Before I knew it, it was seven forty-five.
Things went relatively smooth with my parents. They already knew I was gay so didn't expect anything unusual to come out at the trial. They did ask about Matt, but I told them the defense was probably going to accuse him of being gay. "What can you expect?" I asked.
"Matt and I are going to meet to talk about his testimony," I told them at dinner. "We're meeting at eight. I'll only be gone an hour or so."
My dad took a sip of water. "It will help to have him tell you something about what went on today. Be sure you're home before ten. You're going to have a long day on the stand tomorrow."
I grabbed lube and condoms out of my little box, headed out through the garage around 7:50, grabbed a comforter out of the cabinet, and rushed to the vacant house. Matt was there waiting.
We both glanced around to see if anyone was nearby. An old couple was walking by. He and I talked causally until they passed. We checked the front doors and windows. They were all locked. We went into the back and found that someone else must have been here before us because a window had a hole in it that gave us easy access to the latch. We were soon inside. The only light came from the streetlights outside. It created an eerie feeling in the room.
I threw the comforter on the bare wood floors. My cock was hard, Matt was breathing hard, and I assumed his cock was hard too. "God, I'm horny."
Matt grabbed me and pulled me into a tight hug just as the comforter hit the floor. "God, I need this."
"Me too," I managed to get out.
"Take your clothes off. I want to feel your warm, young, smooth skin against mine." We stripped and he grabbed me again and pulled our naked bodies together. Our dicks kissed and throbbed. We kissed and our tongues molested each other. "God, I missed this," I said.
We just held each other for a time before I pulled him down to the ground and we lay together wrapped in each other's arms. "I missed your body, Matt."
"I missed yours too."
I couldn't see his smile, but could hear it in his voice.
Matt licked the inside of my ear and then nibbled on my neck. I couldn't help but think how good he'd gotten at this. He licked and then kissed my nipples while he ran his hand up and down my rippled abs. I massaged his stiffened cock while hungering for that baby in my mouth and ass.
But he was the aggressor. I'd never seen him quite this way. He moved to my cock and took it in his mouth. He licked it up and down and then grabbed the head with his lips. He popped off the head and licked around it before taking it back in and going all the way down. I moaned.
"What's gotten into you, Matt? I've never seen you like this."
"Absence makes passion grow stronger," he said as he looked up and winked at me.
"That sounds like something I might say."
He laughed. "I think I got that from you." He kept my cock in his mouth while he rolled me on my back, and placed his dick over my face. I took that baby in as soon as I could. We slurped away in ecstasy and didn't talk. The only sounds were groans and "that feels so good."
Matt put my ass in the air and began licking my hole.
"Shit," I said.
He spit on it and rolled his tongue around and in it, and I realized how much I'd missed that. It was great not to be grounded and have a place to fuck. For a time, we forgot about the trial as we sucked away on each other.
"Matt, fuck me. I need your dick inside. Fill me."
He moved up while I stayed on my back. He got behind me and rolled my hips up again as he continued to lick my ass like a Popsicle. I was torn between him continuing his work on my ass with his mouth or fucking me. It didn't make any difference because the next thing I heard was, "I need my dick in your ass. Where are the condoms?"
"In my pants."
He fumbled through my jeans until he found one, slid it on, and was soon teasing my hole with the tip of his cock. "You want this?"
"Fuck yeah. Fuck me."
He slapped his cock against my hole. "Are you sure you want it?"
"Damn, Matt, when did you become such an asshole?"
He slapped my ass hard and put the tip of his dick against my hole again. "It's hard not to when your best friend's an asshole."
"Fuck you, Matt. No, that came out wrong. I mean, fuck me, Matt."
Matt lubed his dick and stuck the head of his cock in. "How's that?"
"Fuck you, Matt. Damn, I mean fuck me, Matt. Shove that cock of yours in to the hilt."
With that, he pushed hard and I felt his cock fill me. It was as if all of life changed right then. There wasn't any court tomorrow. There was just Matt and me having sex and loving each other. He leaned over and kissed me as he slowly fucked me. It seemed like he did it forever. Then he knelt straight up and jacked my cock while he increased his speed. Soon he was plunging in and out of my ass so fast that I thought I was going to die. "Fuck me, Matt. Fuck me hard," I gasped.
He planted another long deep kiss on me. There nothing better than a fucking hot kiss when someone has their cock in your ass or you have your cock in theirs.
"I'm getting close," he yelled.
I grabbed my cock. "Me too. Let's see if we can come together. Dillon and I were good at that."
Matt stopped for a second and I thought it was going to be over, but all he said was, "Fuck Dillon. We're going to cum together."
He slowed as I jacked. I edged a bit and told him to do the same. "This is hard, Andy. I've got to cum."
"Me too. Let's go."
He moved into me as I jacked my cock in a frenzy, and soon we were both shooting. I could feel his cock pulsing in my ass as warmth filled the condom. I remember thinking I wish we'd taken the time to get tested so we could cum freely in each other's ass. Matt left his cock in me as he spread his body over the top of me. He kissed me lightly all over my face and lips.
"Stay in, Matt. Just for a while longer."
We rolled to our sides, his cock locked inside my ass as we hugged and held on tight to each other as if somehow we could keep the reality of the world from seeping into our lives.
Matt's cock shrunk itself out of my ass and we continued to lay there in each other's arms for a half-hour or so, until he said, "Andy, I need your cock in my ass."
"Glad to oblige," I replied.
He went down on me again until I was hard. He came up for air. "Lick my ass. I want to feel your tongue on my hole."
"Kneel," I commanded.
He knelt. I got behind him, spread his cheeks, and spit on his hole, and licked it. I slapped his ass every once in a while, and he'd let out a yelp.
"Fuck me, Andy. I want your cock in my ass."
I don't know why I said it, but sure enough, Andy Gibson was, and sometimes still is, one to put his own dick in his mouth. "This is something Gina will never be able to do."
I expected him to get pissed. But all he said was, "Gina has special gifts you don't have. But right now, I don't want to talk about Gina. Get that dick of yours in my ass."
I teased him like he did me. The tip of my cock just touched the edge of his hole. He started yelling at me. I laughed and he laughed until I finally shoved my dick in from the back, doggy style.
"Give it to me hard, Andy."
I put my arm around his chest as I shoved my dick in and out. But that wasn't good enough. I stood straight, rested my hands on his back and fucked him hard. He's started yelling for God and moaning. I started jacking him off as I slowed down to get us to cum together again. "Do you think we can make it two orgasms together?" I asked.
"We can always try."
And try we did, and soon my cock was throbbing in his ass as his prostate was throbbing on my cock and then we were both shooting and yelling.
"Quiet down," I said. "You're going to wake the neighbors."
He laughed and rolled on his back. I lay on top of him as I stuck my cock back in his ass. "I love you, Matt." He didn't respond. We lay there for a time as we slowly came back down to reality. "Shit," I groaned. "We have the trial tomorrow."
"We do," he said. "But let's just lay here and enjoy this little bit of heaven for a little while longer."
I didn't say anything. I pulled half the comforter over us and we lay there in each other's arms, our warm young bodies fastened together with our arms and kisses.
But as we all know, all good things must come to an end. I glanced at my watch and it was almost eleven. "We'd better get our asses out of here and get home," Matt scolded. "I'm going to be in bigger shit than I already am."
Andy and I had awesome sex. I felt closer to him than I ever had. I almost told him I loved him, but for some reason, I couldn't. He told me he loved me. But hell, he thought he was in love with Dillon and Dillon was in love with him. Love has to be more than sex. And like I said many times before, I just wasn't ready to fall in love with anyone. Too much was going on in my life and the sex Andy and I had was escape sex. I loved Andy like a brother. Our sex was great, but it doesn't stop the fact that in a way I was using Andy like I was using Thomas. He was doing the same to me. Randy was doing it too. The big difference was Randy was more promiscuous and more honest than any of the rest of us.
It was 11:15 by time I got home. My parents were in bed and I tried to sneak past their room, but my dad surprised me. "What have you been doing all this time?"
"Talking. We had a lot to talk about."
My mom stirred. "What time is it?" She glanced at the clock on her side of the bed. "Eleven-fifteen. Where were you? Andy's parents called and we told them you were with Andy. They thought he was here."
"We went over to the park and talked." Damn. I never used to lie to my parents. Now it was becoming second nature.
"Awfully cold to be sitting around in the park," my dad said.
"With all that's happening, it felt good. Good night." I started to my room.
My dad turned his light on. "Matt?"
I turned and came back.
"We know you're under a lot of pressure and there are things you're afraid to tell us. But you can't let any of this change who you are. Understand?"
"Yeah, I understand."
"Okay. God bless and have pleasant dreams."
I smiled. Neither of them had said that since I was six or seven. "You too."
There wasn't any way I was going to have pleasant dreams unless I dreamt about Andy and me at the empty house. But as hot as the sex was, it all got pushed out of my mind and my dreams because all I could think about was what lay ahead in court.
Trial Day Two
The DA went through the usual preliminaries after I swore to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I glanced over at the defense table and Dillon gave me a big grin and lipped "I love you."
The judge warned him. "Do not communicate with the witness."
Dillon nodded and his lawyers whispered to him. I assumed they told him to knock his shit off.
DA Wheeler started. "Andy, did you and Dillon Burke have sex?"
"Did you have sex with him the first time you were alone or did you do other things together?"
"We did other things together."
"Please tell the court how you first became friends."
I paused. "I broke my leg during football my freshman year and wasn't able to play for the rest of the season. I was miserable standing on the sidelines. Matt took over as quarterback and I was a little jealous."
"Did Dillon talk to you at this time?"
"No. It was later."
"When was that?"
"During spring football. He came up to me in the hall and put his arm around me and asked if I'd like some help getting my QB job back."
"What did you say?"
"I said yes. Here was the starting varsity quarterback offering to help me. There wasn't any way I was going to say no."
"Did he help you?"
"Explain to the court what he did to help you."
"He told me we'd go out to the park after spring football practice and we could also get together on weekends."
"How did you feel about that?"
"Hell. Sorry about saying that, Your Honor. I was excited. He drives a BMW convertible and it was so cool riding with him. The girls and guys at school looked at me with envy. Even Matt was a little jealous."
"That's Matt Spence, your best friend?"
"What did you do that first day?"
"We went to Stanton Park."
"Did anything unusual happen?"
"What I remember is we had the top down and he drove his car like a race car driver. A big smile crossed my face. He glanced over at me in an unusual way. It's hard to explain."
"Objection," Banta said. "The witness is drawing conclusions. Just because someone looks at you when you're all excited about being with him, doesn't indicate anything."
Wheeler went on. "Did he say anything to you?" "Yes. He told me, 'you're cute with that big smile on your face. I'm glad I can make you laugh.' It made me feel good because I figured he liked me and that's why he wanted to help me."
"Objection. The witness is drawing conclusions."
"Overruled. The witness is capable of telling the jury how he felt."
"What else do you remember about that day?"
"He let me jump in and out of the car without opening the door. It was the coolest. Made me feel like someone special."
Dillon and his lawyers began whispering amongst themselves.
"Did you and Dillon work on football at the park?"
"Yes. He taught me something I never knew."
"If you're rolling out to throw a pass, you don't want to lead the receiver. You throw the ball right at him because the quarterback's momentum, when rolling out, will compensate and it will be a perfect pass. I never knew that before. He let me practice with him. He ran patterns and I rolled out and passed to him."
"Did you do anything after your practice at the park?"
"He took me out for a milkshake. I offered to pay, but he said something about me being a quick learner and he wanted to pay. He patted me on the butt when he said it."
"What did you do when he patted you on the butt?"
"I moved away from him."
I squirmed in the witness chair. "It didn't feel right."
Wheeler paced back and forth as if he was thinking. "How did he react?"
"He surprised me. He said, 'you have a nice ass, Andy. In fact, your whole body is pretty hot.' I wasn't sure what to say at first, so after a few seconds said, 'thanks, you're pretty hot yourself.'"
"Why did you say that?"
"Dillon has the kind of body I wish I had. I'm thin, almost skinny. Plus I felt like I had to say something."
Of course I didn't tell the jury or Wheeler my dick was hard most of the time I was with Dillon or that I wanted him badly. I was doing my best to just answer the questions without elaborating. It was hard sometimes.
"Where did he take you after you had milkshakes?"
"To my house."
"Did anything happen that was unusual?" "Yes. He asked me if I wanted to go out and practice again the next day and I said yes. He grabbed my hands and placed both our hands on his thigh. 'Good,' he said. 'I look forward to it.'"
"How did you react to him putting your two hands on his thigh?"
"I didn't. I figured he liked me."
"Did you feel that he was being somewhat too friendly?"
"Objection. The DA is putting words into the witness's mouth."
"How did it make you feel?"
"A little uncomfortable."
I guess you could say that was a lie because I didn't feel uncomfortable at all. My dick was hard and it felt hot. It was the first time I remember thinking he might be gay and we were going to eventually have sex.
"Did he do anything else?"
"No. He said he'd see me tomorrow. I jumped out and headed into the house."
"Did you tell anyone about what happened?"
"Did you tell your best friend, Matt Spence?"
"I figured it was nothing except Dillon showing how much he liked me. I was flattered that he thought I had a nice ass and body. I mean butt and body. Plus, Matt didn't like Dillon."
"You weren't suspicious at all?"
"Maybe a little. But he was a junior and I was a freshman. He had a reputation as a ladies' man. There wasn't any way I figured he was doing anything more than being friendly."
"Did you go to the park the next day?"
"Did he teach you anything new?"
"No, we just threw the ball around. I might be wrong on that. I think he had me take three, five, and seven step drops and timed me with a stopwatch. Then he ran patterns for the three and five step drops."
"Did he take you home afterward?"
"No. He took me to his house."
"Were his parents home?"
"No. He said they worked late."
Wheeler glanced at his notes. "What happened after you were in the house?"
"He took me upstairs to his bedroom."
"Where is his parents' bedroom located?"
"What happened when you got to his bedroom?"
"I looked around his room in awe. I remember thinking his room was a temple to his achievements. I was jealous of him. I wanted to be like him. He had trophies, plaques, and pictures of him in football, baseball, and basketball uniforms going all the way back to elementary school."
"How did that make you feel?"
"Like I said. I was in awe. It made me feel special that he thought enough of me to bring me to his house and show me all his stuff."
I was laying it on thick. There wasn't any way I was going to let anyone in that courtroom know I was just waiting for Dillon to rip my clothes off, kiss me, suck my cock, and let me suck his. Fucking hadn't really occurred to me yet.
"What was the defendant doing while you were looking at his wall of fame?"
"He was standing behind me. He wanted to know what I thought. Of course, I told him I was impressed. He patted my ass and went to his desk and turned on the computer monitor. He said, 'Come here, I want to show you something.' I walked over. He clicked on his screen."
Wheeler looked like he was beginning to salivate. "What was on the screen?"
"There were two guys having sex with a woman."
"Are you sure?"
"Sorry, I made a mistake." I paused and looked embarrassed. I didn't have to work at that because I was embarrassed. "This is embarrassing." I paused again. "Well, the guy having sex with the woman had the other guy's penis in his mouth."
"How did you react?"
"I was shocked."
"Did the defendant say anything?"
"He asked, 'Isn't this hot?' I don't think I said anything. I looked up to Dillon and felt it was better to act like it didn't mean anything."
Boy was I full of shit. But hell, withholding information isn't the same as lying.
"Did he say anything else?"
I cleared my throat and sat up in the seat before slithering down a little for effect. "Yeah, Dillon asked, 'have you ever wondered what it would be like to suck a guy's penis or have him suck yours?'" I smiled at the jury. "I cleaned it up a little. He didn't use the word penis."
There was a low rumble in the room and some disgusted looks from a few members of the jury.
Wheeler looked confident as he got ready with the next question. "How did you respond to the question about putting a penis in your mouth or your penis in someone else's?"
"I said, not really."
"What did he say?"
"He said he thought about it, but had never done it. Then he added. 'I don't have anyone to do it with.'"
"How did you react?"
"I said something like, 'Yeah, it must be hard to find a guy to do that. But you must have had girls do it.'"
I added the last sentence. But hell, he may have. I knew he wanted to have sex with me the whole time, but I had to make it sound good. After all, it didn't free him from being guilty. I didn't come onto him for sex. He came onto me. I had no idea he was gay.
Wheeler walked over to his table, moved some papers around, picked up another legal pad, and returned to stand in front of me. I glanced over at the defense and they didn't seem to like Wheeler's delay tactics. Banta asked the judge, "Does Mr. Wheeler have any more questions? If not, we're ready to ask a few of our own."
Wheeler looked directly at Banta for two or three seconds then back to me.
"Andy, please tell the court what happened next."
"Dillon clicked his mouse on an icon on the computer screen and a video came up showing three guys having sex."
"Were there any women in the movie?"
"What happened next?"
"He pulled me in close to him and put his hand on the crotch of my shorts and squeezed my penis."
"How did you react?"
"I said something like what the F? You know what I mean." There were a few giggles in the courtroom.
"Did it end there?"
"No. He stood, put both hands on my shoulders, pulled me into him, and kissed me."
There was what sounded like a big inhale throughout the courtroom.
"What did you do?"
"I pulled back and just stood there. Then he kissed me again. Longer this time. He slipped his tongue into my mouth."
"How did you react?"
"I started to get an erection. It surprised me. Here was a guy kissing me and I'm reacting in a way I never thought I would. I remember thinking, maybe I'm gay."
Wheeler began to pace while I began to squirm. "Did you have sex with girls before that day?"
"Did you get the same reaction?"
"So what made you think you might be gay?" "I didn't expect to get an erection with a guy and when I did, I surprised myself and went with it."
"Would you have done anything with the defendant if he hadn't shown you the porn and come onto you?"
"No. I didn't think either of us was gay. It came as a surprise."
"So you're saying it was Dillon's actions that made you think you were gay?"
Of course that wasn't entirely true, but how was anyone going to prove it unless Matt testified that I tried to seduce him at my house. No one would know about that. At least I hoped so.
Wheeler cleared his throat. "I know this is hard, but we need you to give us a few details of what else happened that afternoon. Will that be okay?"
I glanced at the jury, at the judge, my parents, and Matt's parents before continuing. "I was standing there after the second kiss. He grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. He kissed my nipples, licked my bellybutton, and then licked his way up to my lips."
"How did that make you feel?"
"Uh. Uh. It felt good."
"Did you resist?"
"I wish I had, but I didn't."
Of course I wished I hadn't after everything that happened with Dillon, but who was to know any of this shit at the time.
"I began to think that maybe I'm bisexual. I don't know. It felt good. He was the aggressor, and it took a little of the guilt out of it."
I remember thinking at the time . That will put a nail in the coffin of the son-of-a-bitch.
"Explain to us what happened next."
I squirmed and cleared my throat again. "This is hard."
Wheeler consoled me. "I understand. But we need to know."
"He pulled my pants down and massaged my penis through my underwear. Then he pulled my underwear down and took my penis into his mouth."
"Did you resist?"
"No. But I remember thinking it was wrong."
Like hell I did.
Wheeler had an embarrassed look on his face. "Did the defendant penetrate you in any way?"
"When you were done, what happened?"
"He asked me if I wanted to work out with him after practice the next day."
"Did you agree?"
Wheeler turned to the judge and then to the jury. "I have no further questions at this time. But I may like to question this witness again at a later time."
He sat. Now it was the defense's turn, and I was scared.
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