Disowned
by Victor Thomas
Chapter 26
Joshua
"Hide," I yelled, throwing my whole body forward and nearly falling off the bed. I white knuckled the controller. "They're coming for you."
"Which direction?" Javier's eyes were glued to the TV screen. Black dust clouds were coming at him from all directions. "I'm about to go blind."
"Behind you, I think. Follow me to the building."
"Fuck!"
A screaming noise blasted from the TV, and his side turned blood red. The bold text in the middle of the screen told us the game was over. I leaned closer to him and wrapped my arm around his shoulder.
"Oh, poor baby. Let me comfort you," I said.
"Shit. Somehow, I lost to you again," he said, disappointment in his voice.
Don't worry honey. I'm right here. I let my fingers linger on his back. He was so hot I wanted to push him on his back on the bed and strip him right there, right now. I shifted my leg so our thighs touched each other and waited to see if he would move farther. He didn't.
"Would you like to…"
I flashed a big grin.
"Sure," he said. "I could drink something."
Not exactly the answer I had hoped for, but reluctantly, I rose from the bed, keeping my cool. I asked if coke would be okay and walked downstairs to the kitchen. On the way there, I had to adjust my crotch even though it was a tempting idea to let him see my cock bulging in my tight jeans.
With a smirk on my face, I opened the refrigerator and noticed two cans of beer at the back of the top shelf. My hand moved toward them but I decided to grab the soda instead. I would use them later if he needed more encouragement.
I returned to my bedroom with the drinks and handed one to him. Then I sat on the bed sideways to him and put my legs on his lap. I purred with satisfaction when he rested his hand on my knees and thighs. Junior in my pants began to swell again.
"Do you have any hobbies other than football?" I asked, taking a sip of my soda.
"I like running," he said. "I used to do that almost every day."
"Why did you stop?"
His face darkened, and his eyes turned to the floor.
"After Kenny and I…"
His words trailed off.
What the fuck? The world is full of good-looking guys.
"Screw Kenny, dude!" I rubbed his back with my hands. "He's kind of fucked up anyway."
He stayed silent but moved his hands. His right hand was now closer to the target and I felt how my erection tried desperately to make more room in my underwear. Like the fairy godmother could read my mind, my phone warned about a low battery, giving me an excuse to dig it from my pocket and move junior into a less painful position.
"Have you ever dated anyone?" he asked.
Why should I? I can commit to someone when I'm forty and can't get a boner anymore.
"I met this one guy, but he was so deep in the closet," I lied. I reached out to the charger and connected my phone to it. "I could never go to his place when his parents were home."
He cleared his throat.
"Should I assume your parents know about you?"
"Dude! They're not blind. They've probably known since I was in kindergarten."
A small smile rose on my face when I recollected the time I was younger. I told him how I had loved shopping for clothes with my mother, and whenever we drove to the mall, I insisted she play all my favorite boy bands on the stereo. I had all their music on my phone.
"Have you ever wanted to be straight?" he asked.
Fuck no. I love cock way too much, I thought, almost saying it aloud, but I didn't because I wasn't sure how he would react.
Instead, I shook my head and asked, "how about you?"
"Only when I had to tell the coach and the team," he said, smiling.
"The showers after practice are the best part of the school day," I said. I noticed him blushing. "Dude, don't tell me you never steal a glance."
"Busted."
I watched him and pondered whether it was time to make a move. I laid my hand on him like it had been an accident. He didn't pull it back but squeezed my thigh with his fingers. I felt my adrenaline pump like a fire hose.
"I wonder if we're the only gay guys on the sports teams?" he said.
Jesus, I wonder if your dick is as big as it looked in the shower, I thought. We had discussed enough, and now it should be time for some action. The other guys I had met through dating aps never needed this much foreplay or whatever the chit chat was called. Javier couldn't be so dense not to realize why we had come to my bedroom.
"I don't know if there are others, but you're at least the hottest gay guy at school," I said, grinning.
"You're quit e okay too," he replied.
"Only quite okay?"
I pretended to be hurt.
"Without that big mouth, I would say semi-okay."
I grabbed his hand and pulled him next to me on the bed. We began wrestling. Or rather it was him wrestling and me trying to wrap my arms and legs around him to keep him still. Soon, he was lying on his stomach and I was on top of him.
"Shit. Is that your boner against my ass?" he said, panting.
"Isn't that where my boner should be?" I whispered.
"Um, I'm not sure."
Suddenly, the room was too quiet. Embarrassed, I got off him and sat on the edge of the bed, afraid that I had ruined everything. I should have held my horses, at least a bit longer. Vince would tease me the rest of the semester if I lost the bet. Besides, no guy had ever declined to have sex with me.
"I'll get us another drink," I said in a soothing voice, standing up.
He nodded quickly. His cheeks were still red while he was fixing his shirt.
"Um, it was a bit unexpected," he said,
"Sorry, man. I thought you wanted it too."
A mischievous smile appeared on his face.
"Who says I don't."
"I'll be right back."
I rushed to the kitchen. In my mind, I thanked my parents for being on a business trip. Actually, I wasn't quite sure where they were this time, but it didn't matter. The house was all mine and I could do whatever I wanted. And boy, had I done that. A pile of pillows was still on the living room floor since I had to make room on the couch to play with the college boy last night.
Screw you, Vince. Your hundred bucks will be mine soon, I thought. Not that I needed the money. I had a nice car to drive and I had dad's credit card if I needed something like clothes or a new laptop. The beer cans in my hand, I looked out the big windows to the back yard and noticed the lawn was over grown. Maybe Javier would mow it if I paid enough.
Thinking of the shirtless boy pushing the lawn mower, I returned upstairs and bumped the bedroom door open with my shoulder. He had my phone in his hand, and his face was oddly severe, even angry. He definitely needed some beer to relax.
"It's the old version," I said about my phone, trying to lighten the mood. "I should buy a new one. Can't decide which color though."
"It's all over with Javier. Please don't say anything to my mom, okay."
He read from the screen and turned to stare at me.
I sat the cans down on the dresser.
"I can explain," I said.
"Save your lies." He threw the phone on the bed. "Are you fucking blackmailing Kenny? Why?"
Isn't that quite obvious, I thought, concerned that I would lose the bet.
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