Knots, Book 5
by Elias Scott
School had started a few days before I called Colt. It was a pretty busy time; we still had football practice every day, and our first game was going to be this coming Friday.
Colt sounded excited when I called. Hell, I was excited. He had gotten such a hot body since he'd been playing basketball and football. Colt wasn't much good at football, but he was giving it his best. I found myself glancing over at him while he was getting dressed and undressed before and after practice. He was slender, but not skinny. He had nice muscle tone, and, like Thomas, some fine looking legs which were well proportioned to his body. His arms were toned, and when he wore a tank top his arms were so sexy with the vein showing on his bicep. He didn't have any fat, and I loved watching him bend over to pick something up off the floor. His stomach was flat and his ass beautiful. I'd always noticed this before, but because he was with Thomas and I knew I couldn't do anything with him, I just enjoyed the view because he really was some good eye candy. I know that sounded dorky, but that's what he was: eye candy. But now that we were probably going to have sex, I found my dick getting a little hard.
Colt caught up with me in front of the school the day after I called him. "What did you want to talk about?"
"Just thought we could get together and have some fun. Are you interested?"
"Yeah." He paused. "What do you mean by fun?"
I whispered in his ear. "Sex. What else?"
"Then I'm really interested. Where and when?"
"You could come to my house, but I made a deal with my parents after everything with Dillon that I'd lock the door if I was having sex. But for them, having sex meant having it with Andy, so I don't know how they'd react if you were there. The pond is the best place to mess around because we can always go into the woods where no one can see us."
"How 'bout today after practice?" he asked.
"I'm as excited about this as you, but after practice won't cut it. Saturday is the best day. How does that work for you?"
"Great! How are we going to get there?"
"If I can get the car, we'll drive. Otherwise, we'll ride our bikes. I'll bring whatever we need."
"Sounds good to me. I can't wait. You can't imagine how much I've wanted this."
"How do you think Thomas will react?"
"I don't know, and what he doesn't know won't hurt him, so let's keep it between us. Okay?"
"Okay. I'd prefer that myself. I'll talk to you after our football game on Friday."
At the time it seemed so innocent and hot, and even though Colt was ready, and I wanted it as badly as he did, looking back on it though, I shouldn't have done it. There was Thomas to think about. There was Zoe. There was Andy. But at the time, I didn't care. I was thinking with my dick. I'd never been that way before and now it was like I'd lost control of myself. I kept thinking, it's just consensual sex between two guys. It's not going to hurt anyone. Besides, it's fun. Most of it was true except for the getting hurt part.
Colt and Zoe
Zoe caught up with Colt in the hall just before lunch. "When are we going to get together again?"
Colt gave her a surprised look. "You're still interested?"
"Yeah. I was kind of leaving it up to you to make the next move. After all, you're the guy."
"Well, I'm not sure. I'm busy this Saturday, and we have a football game on Friday. How 'bout Sunday?"
"You have a busy schedule, don't you?"
"Yeah. What about Sunday?"
Zoe got a concerned look on her face. "My parents are going to be home."
"How 'bout we go out to the pond."
"What if someone comes?"
"We can go into the woods."
Zoe gave him a gentle shove. "Have you done this before?"
And of course it was the truth at that point.
"Well, let me check. How are we going to get out there?"
"We're not little kids anymore."
Colt laughed. "Well, until we have our drivers' licenses, there isn't much else we can do except walk, and I don't think I want to walk. I don't turn sixteen until December."
"I'll be sixteen in October. Looks like I'm older than you."
"Not by much."
Zoe grabbed his hand. "Okay. Bikes it is. Call me Saturday with the details."
"I will as soon as I finish up with what I have to do on Saturday."
She gave him a questioning look. "Do you have a job?"
"What do you mean, not exactly? Do you have another date or something?"
"No. Matt and I are getting together to work on some plays. I'm still trying to learn about the game. You know I never played football before."
"Since when have you and Matt been such good friends?"
Colt shrugged. "You know, through Thomas."
"Oh." She paused. "My parents are going to be out for a few hours on Saturday. How 'bout we get together after you finish up with Matt? What time will you be done?"
Colt let go of her hand. "I don't know right now. Can I let you know later?"
"Yeah. Talk to him at lunch, and let me know before our math class."
"Uh huh. I'll check and let you know."
"Okay. Talk to you later."
Having sex with two different people of two different genders in one day was more than Colt had ever hoped for. At the same time, he wondered how he was going to manage to fit it all in and not get caught. He was pissed at himself for not finding out from Zoe what time her parents were going to be out. Zoe was sitting with Megan in the cafeteria eating lunch when Colt spotted her. Colt walked up and asked, "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
Zoe glanced at Megan, who nodded. They stepped away from the table for some privacy.
"What time are your parents going to be gone?"
"From about two to six."
Colt was fidgeting. 'Okay. I needed to know before I talk to Matt. Thanks."
"Think nothing of it," she said as she kissed him on the cheek.
He left to find Matt.
"What was that all about?" Megan asked.
"We're getting together on Saturday. He wanted to know when my parents were going to be out."
"What do you have planned?"
"None of your business. It's between Colt and me."
"Okay. Just don't forget that I warned you."
"I won't because I know you won't let me forget."
Colt found Matt with the rest of his lunch crowd. They were joking around and seemed so happy to be back together again. Emily was still with Alan and Ollie with Sonia. Matt and Andy were sitting apart, and there appeared to be some kind of riff between them. It was hard for Colt to tell. Thomas was sitting next to Andy and nodded when Colt walked up. Colt motioned to Matt. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
"What's up, Matt?" Andy asked. "Got something going on with Colt? Maybe you should have Thomas listen in."
"Shut up, Andy," Thomas said. "It's their business, not ours."
"Okay, if you say so. But if I were you, I'd be a little jealous."
Thomas turned to Andy and glared at him. "You know what, Andy. The problem with you is that you can't let go. I let go of Colt, and you are still holding onto Matt. Let him go, and you'll be a lot happier and less of an asshole."
"I have let go. I'm just playing around."
"Andy, you always do this kind of stuff when you're trying to cover something up," Emily said. "Just knock it off. This is a free country, and if they want to talk, they can talk."
"True, Em. But I have let go of Matt. We're just friends without benefits. Kind of like Thomas and Colt. But I can't help but be curious about what's going on between those two. Aren't you a bit curious?"
"No. They could be talking about anything, and I don't much care about what it is."
"Okay, Em. Seems like you have the curiosity of a dead cat."
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