Knots, Book 4

by Elias Scott

Chapter 27


That frigging Colt kept coming by my locker ether naked or half naked, and I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold out. Matt and Thomas kept glaring at us, and I was doing my best to act casual. Sometimes he would come over while I was still naked. I would start to get hard and have to drape my towel in front of me or turn around and put on my briefs and pants so it wouldn't show as much.

That was bad enough, but knowing that I was responsible for encouraging him in the first place, didn't help either. If I was a lust thermometer, the red would be up to my nipples. I wanted to talk to Dr. Walker, but this didn't seem to be the kind of emergency he was talking about, so I did the next best thing. I talked to Matt.


Andy was sweating when we came out of the locker room and headed home "Fuck! Colt is driving me crazy. I don't know how much longer I can last. Can't we go somewhere and play around? I'm so horny I think I'm going to explode, or at least my cock is."

"We already played around at basketball practice."

He frowned. "Now's not time to be funny. This is serious."

"Let's go to your place," I said. "Are your parents home?"

"Of course. It's late."

I put my arm around his neck. I wanted to kiss him, but I've never been into public displays of affection, so I just pulled him close to me for a quick half-hug. "Makes no difference. I have to be home for dinner anyway, but we can cuddle."

He pursed his lips. "Cuddle? I need to do more than cuddle."

"That's not what you said the other day when you were at my house."

"That may be true," he said. "But the circuit between my cock and my head has been short circuited, and I'm not thinking too clearly."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I've been looking at you and Colt, and I'm beginning to lust after both of you. But no short circuits yet. By the way, Thomas is getting pissed. Has Colt hinted that he might want to do more than talk?"

"I think so. He keeps saying we should get together and play basketball at his house. He'll say something like: 'Hey, you got me on the team, so now you need to coach me.' Does that count?"

I rolled my eyes. "Good question. If so, it's very subtle. But the fact he comes to your locker half dressed or naked might say even more. I see him looking you up and down too."

"Oh fuck. What am I going to do?"

"Tell him to get lost." Then, out of the clear blue, I said, "I'll race you to your house." I started to run and Andy couldn't catch up. We were both breathless as we entered his house.

His mother was making dinner. "You guys are breathing hard. What's up?"

"Matt raced me home. Of course he cheated."

She smiled. "You two always make me feel happy. I know a lot has happened, but you both seem happier now."

Andy and I glanced at each other and he put me in a headlock just long enough to get an even bigger smile out of his mother.

"We are happier," I said.

Andy's dad was in the living room watching the news and stopped to turn toward us. "Matt, why don't you stay for dinner?"

"I'll have to ask my mom."

I pulled out my cell and called (yeah, they finally let me have a cell phone). My mom grumbled a little, but said it was fine.

Andy gave his mother a thumbs up. "We're going to my room. Let us know when dinner's ready."

Andy's dad yelled, "No sex."

"Sex? What's that?" I asked. "It's been so long, I think I forgot."

He turned back to the TV, but spoke loud enough for us to hear. "One thing about sex, it's something you never forget, and that's what I'm worried about."

"Come on, Dad," Andy whined. "We're almost seventeen. Isn't it time you guys eased up?"

His mom shook her head. "Well, when you turn seventeen in March, we can talk about it then. Do you think you can hold off that long?"

Andy gave me a quick look and then turned to his mom. "I'm not sure."

I was standing there thinking how odd it was that we could talk to Andy's parents like this. Before we told them about our whoring around, we never talked like this. Same with my parents. Maybe it was Dr. Walker. Our parents had a couple of sessions with him and maybe they worked some of these things out. I wondered if he asked them a lot of questions too. Probably did. Questions like: "Do you think it's your fault your boys became prostitutes?" and "Do you feel guilty? If you do, why? Do you think you should feel guilty?" and stuff like that. I began to think maybe I should become a psychiatrist.

His dad got up and came into the kitchen. "Listen, we know it's hard. But it's just for a little longer. You'll have a better appreciation for sex after you let it go for a while."

"I already appreciate it, Dad. No need to abstain."

"Well, the only way to find out is to abstain for a time."

I could see that what a lot of bullshit look on Andy's face.

"You know what, Dad. You may be right. I don't know. But Matt and I haven't done a thing, and to be honest, I'm not sure how we've managed. But it's getting harder and harder."

Andy's dad let out one of those usual platitudes. "We understand, son. But everything will be fine."

"I don't believe it, Dad. But we've stuck to our side of the bargain, and so have you, and mom, and the Spences. All I'm saying is, it's getting harder every day."

"Just hang in there. You'll soon be eighteen and an adult. Then you'll wish you were still a kid. It happens to all of us."

He was right. I wasn't even an adult yet, and I already missed those carefree days before puberty when I was just a kid who loved riding his bike, playing flag football, basketball in our driveway, and swimming at the pond. And now, the images in my mind were of having sex with older guys, of Andy being half dead, Dillon's trial, the scandal of our foursome, and knots — all kinds of knots and that doesn't even include Colt and Andy and Thomas. Andy went over and patted his dad on the shoulder. "Yeah, Dad. It's all that simple. Anyway, Matt and I are going to my room to have sex. Is that okay?" Shocked looks crossed all our faces and then everyone broke out laughing.

"I'll be down to check on you two, so behave," Andy's dad said.

"Damn, Dad. Can't you just let us spend some time alone?"

"Yeah, just keep your clothes on."


My dad could be a pain in the ass sometimes, but we did have a deal, and while it had been hard to keep, Matt and I had managed. But Colt was knocking at my heart and making my dick hard. I wasn't sure I could last.

Matt jumped on my bed with a bounce and motioned for me to join him. I laid down beside him and rolled on my side so he could spoon behind me. He put his arm around me and just held me.

"I love you, Andy."

"I love you too, Matt." I surprised myself when I asked, "Is this as good as sex?"

Matt kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, "Better."

For a second, I almost thought my dad was right. I felt secure and at peace in Matt's arms. My cock lay still and the red in the lust thermometer dropped down to my knees. Matt was holding me in his arms when my dad came in and found us. "Good," he said. "I see you still have your clothes on. Dinner's ready." Then he left. Matt squeezed me tight against him. "Maybe someday our lives might be like this."

"What are you talking about? It is like this."

He kissed the back of my neck again and rubbed his hand through my hair and then along my cheek. He traced my lips with his index finger. "I guess I mean we might be in a committed relationship, live together, and sleep naked together every night. And when the urges come, we can fulfill them, knowing how much we love each other."

I turned toward Matt and gave him a quick soft kiss. "I'm not sure I can wait."

Matt smiled at me. "Anything good is worth waiting for." He smiled at me. "But what about Colt? I don't care about him when I'm here with you. You're like a life preserver in that storm Dr. Walker talked about. I don't feel safe without you."

He kissed me on the forehead.?) "The thing is, Andy. You want me to throw you a life preserver when you have an inflatable vest on. Right now I can't be there for you all the time. You have to inflate your vest and rely on yourself to survive. "

"This is all bullshit. Dr. Walker bullshit. Yeah, you are like a life preserver, but I want you to also be my inflatable vest."

Matt let out a deep breath. "Well, Andy, if you don't inflate that vest, you're going to drown, because I won't be able to protect you from temptation by throwing you a life preserver."

I rolled on my back and stared at the ceiling. "I know you're right. But fuck. That damn Colt is so fucking hot, and he's always in my face. I don't think I can hold out. You need to come over with Thomas next time. Quit standing over their watching us. Thomas needs to get some balls and tell Colt to knock the shit off."

Matt lay on his back next to me. "Thomas has, and Colt told him to quit telling him who he can hang around with."

"Damn. And you know what makes it worse. It's all my fault. I started this shit."

"Yep, you did."

"You didn't have to agree so quickly."

"Well, it's true. Andy, I sometimes wonder if you'll ever learn to think with your head instead of your dick."

I nudged him in the ribs. I do think with my head. It's just the wrong one."

We both laughed.

"Andy, I can't be with you 24/7, so I'll talk to Thomas and we'll come to your locker when Colt's there, but you're on your own if we're not around. Inflate your vest, and I'm not referring to your cock. Walk away, or tell him you can't talk. Tell him you respect Thomas too much for anything to happen between you."

"Matt, you're getting ahead of yourself. He hasn't propositioned me yet."

He nudged me in the ribs this time. "I'm just anticipating, and you need to be ready."

I turned toward him. "The problem is…it's that…you know…I want him."

"I want you, but we're lying here in our clothes. Why's that different?"

I stopped to think. "You're no challenge. If it wasn't for our parents and the promise we made, we'd be fucking right now. We could do it anytime and you'd be ready, willing, and able."

"True, but we haven't broken our promise. Why don't you promise me you'll follow my advice?"

I turned my back to him as a tear rolled down my cheek. "I can't promise. I'm not sure I'd keep it. I owe you the truth. We never lie to each other."

He put his hand on my shoulder and rolled me toward him. "I respect you for that. But that's why you should promise me. Because if you promise me, you won't do it."

"I can't, Matt. I wish I could, but I can't."

I was an asshole. Matt wanted to be there for me in his bedroom that day, but I decided I'd rather drown than promise him I wouldn't have sex with Colt if the opportunity came. I was being honest him and all the while knowing I was tempting fate. My best hope was that Colt would leave me alone and having Matt and Thomas coming over to my locker would save me from myself.

After practice the next day, Colt came over with just a towel wrapped round his waste. "Hey, Andy. How'd practice go today?"

"Great. How about with you."


He went silent for a couple beats then said, "I was thinking maybe we could go out for a Coke or something after practice. What do you think?"

I saw Matt and Thomas headed our way so took my time.

"What's going on guys?" Matt asked.

Colt looked at Thomas rather than Matt. "Just talking. After all, it was this guy who convinced me I should play basketball."

I looked Colt up and down when he turned toward Thomas. God he was beautiful.

Then, like it was nothing, Colt says, "I suggested Andy and I go for a Coke some day after practice. I was waiting for his answer."

His openness kind of pissed me off. I glanced at Matt, then Thomas, and then Colt. "Colt, I appreciate the thought, but Matt and I get together every day after practice, and I don't think it's a good idea. I was happy to help you. You don't owe me anything." I let out a big breath.

Thomas wasn't a dummy. He said. "We could all go together."

Colt gave Thomas an irritated look. "No. I just wanted to take Andy so he and I could spend a little time together. Think about it, Andy. Let me know if you're ever interested. I'd better get dressed and get home. I have a lot of homework to do."

Matt said, "Yeah, I bet you do."

Colt ignored the remark and headed to his locker. The muscles in his back and legs moved beautifully under his smooth skin. Boy, did I want that boy.

Colt didn't let up and was at my locker every day for two weeks. Then he started cornering me in the halls when Thomas and Matt weren't around until I finally agreed to meet him for a Coke after practice.

Problem was, I had to tell Matt why I couldn't walk home with him after practice. He wasn't happy. "You are one dumb shit. Aren't you ever going to learn?"

"Matt, it's just a Coke."

"You need to stay away from that boy. What the fuck's the matter with you? Like I said, you'll never learn."

"You know what, Matt. You have no faith in me. It's just a Coke. Nothing's going to happen."

"If it's just a Coke, maybe you should tell Thomas you're going out for a Coke with his boyfriend."

"Don't be stupid. Colt will tell him."

"Okay. Just call me Pontius Pilate. I'm washing my hands of this. If you begin to drown, you'll have to save yourself."

"Don't be so dramatic. I'm not going to drown."

"Well, if your life turns to shit again, don't come crying to me. I've warned you, and if your life gets all fucked up again, I'm not going to be kind. I'm going to tell you what I didn't tell you with Dillon. I'm going to tell you I told you so. You're going to have to wallow in your own misery."

"Like I said, Matt. It's only a Coke."

Colt and I met at Burger King after practice on Tuesday. I invited Matt to come, but he refused. Colt had to go home for a sec so I was sitting in a booth waiting when he walked in. I stood to greet him, and he ran up to me and gave me a hug. Colt was dressed in jeans and a blue polo shirt that was just tight enough to show the ripples in his abs. He had sandy-colored hair and the face of a model.

He smiled as we sat. "Well, we finally made it. Sorry about running home, but I needed to check on something. My parents go out with friends after work every Tuesday and I have the house all to myself. Why don't we leave here and head to my place? I have cold drinks in the fridge."

I hesitated for a couple of seconds. "Uh, will your parents mind?"

"No. Thomas comes over all the time when they're not there."

"Where's Thomas now?"

"He had homework."

"Oh. I see."

He put his hand on mine. "Come on. Let's go."

I pulled my hand away and stood with him. "I don't have a car. I came on my bike."

"So did I. I don't live far."

It was a nice night for January, and there wasn't any indication of a storm. But I knew I was heading into one.

Colt and his family lived in a nice two-story house near Dillon's. There were a few lights on when we got there. I wondered if Colt had planned it that way. He led me into the house and motioned for me to follow him to the kitchen. He opened the fridge. "What'll you have?"

"Do you have Pepsi? I prefer that over Coke."

"Yep, coming right up."

He took the can and tossed it to me as he said, "Think quick."

I caught it, popped it open, and sat at his dining room table. "Don't sit there," he said. "Let's go to my room."

By then I was ready to attack him when we got to his room, but I figured that wouldn't be necessary.

I followed him upstairs to his room, which had a few paintings on the walls, a bookshelf holding a few books, and a poster that said, Expect Great Things. I smiled when I saw that. As it turned out, he had painted the pictures in his room.

He pulled his shirt over his head leaving him shirtless. "It's hot in here, don't you think?"

"No, I think it's fine."

He pulled his pants, shoes, and socks off, leaving him only in a pair of red boxer briefs. He flopped on the bed facing the ceiling. "Thomas and I have had a lot of sex on this bed. My parents go out quite often."

I tried my best to be cool. "Matt and I haven't been so lucky. Our parents keep an eye on us."

"You're safe here." He rolled to the side and leaned on his elbow. He didn't have an ounce of fat. "When was the last time you had sex?"

I laughed. "It's been so long, I can't remember."

"Thomas and I have sex regularly. I have a lot of experience, but I'm looking for more"

"I'm happy for you." I didn't know what else to say. My first thought was to ask, Can I help?

He flashed a beautiful inviting smile at me. "I'd like to thank you for giving me the confidence to play basketball." He pointed to the spot beside him. "What do you think about taking your clothes off and laying down here beside me?"

This guy had come a long way over the time he and Thomas had been together. I was having trouble breathing and needed to come up for air. "I don't think that's a good idea. What about Thomas?"

"We have an open relationship."

There was lie number one. That proved the guy couldn't be trusted, but I ignored it.

"I'm surprised. I've known him for a long time, and I never got that impression."

"You just don't know him like I do. Come over here. Let me touch you."

I didn't move. He motioned to me. "Come on, Andy. It'll be fun."

Chapter Quotes

I can resist everything but temptation. - Oscar Wilde

Temptation is like a knife, that may either cut the meat or the throat of a man; it may be his food or his poison, his exercise or his destruction. - John Owen

Every life is a march from innocence, through temptation, to virtue or vice. -- Lyman Abbott

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