Big Book of Smut 2

Locker Room Confessions

Kyle Winters flung a bit of spaghetti and remnants of Jello from the front of his t-shirt. His mind went to the most bizarre place, some documentary that their sociology teacher showed about people that dumpster dived. And here he was, riding a wave of trash, thanks to Joe Woods and Co.

“I think the sauce is good for the skin,” Brent Goodson, one of Joe’s imbecile friends snickered. “Exfoliating or some girly shit.” He nudged Joe with his shoulder. “Aren’t gay dudes into that kinda stuff?”

Joe’s cheeks burned red as he jostled his friend back. “Do I look gay, man? How the hell would I know?”

Kyle seethed as Brent flashed an evil grin and walked over with a carton of milk, emptying the contents onto his head, adding to the sludge of embarrassment. He steeled his stomach as it made an unhealthy roll. He’d passed on breakfast this morning but he had a feeling he’d pass on dinner too…maybe just passing on food altogether. He moved in the rubbish, gagging as a whiff of fresh garbage filled his nostrils.

He should have been used to it…everyday, after third period, Joe Woods and his band of jocky idiots would corner him and figure out some way to completely ruin his day. Usually it was just running him into a locker, knocking his books on the ground, or chunking Starbucks on him, but they were especially imaginative today. Today, they brought out the big guns.

Finding strength as he finally steadied himself, rising to his feet, Kyle realized he was wrong as he sunk back into the dumpster letting out a yip of surprise and frustration.

Brent, a mass of muscles, blonde hair, and an endless fountain of NFL stats let out a guffaw that made Kyle's blood boil. "Did we mess up your designer jeans, fag?"

His name calling barely fazed Kyle. He'd known he was gay since, well, forever. But when Joe joined the chorus of chuckles, Kyle bit back a sob.

Not Joe…not after all they’d done. Not after he looked forward to their hookups, always carting around a container of lube, just in case.

"Aww," Brent goaded, his green eyes narrowing. "Are you gonna cry, bitch?"

Kyle struggled to the rim of the dumpster, daggers shooting from his eyes. Joe saw the look and stopped laughing immediately. His strong, angular face went blank and he shot his blue eyes downward in shame.

Good, Kyle thought with a small measure of satisfaction. It immediately faded away as a rush of tears burned his eyes. He should feel guilty for what he let his friends do.

It was pretty obvious that Brent didn't feel the same contrition. Kyle's look of defiance made him ball a fist.

Kyle squeezed his eyes shut, gearing up for a blow to the face.

"Nah, man," Joe's husky voice cut in. He shoved his bonehead friend back. "He’ll tell. Or report you.”

Brent sneered, shooting Kyle a look that made him gulp. “No you won’t, right, Kyla?”

Kyle bristled preparing to tell him that he was planning on making a detour to the principal’s office, but Joe finally put an end to all of it, roping up his friends.

“Let’s just head back in,” he told them. He ain’t worth it."

Kyle watched them hustle inside. Joe cast one look over his shoulder. A look that betrayed the truth. Kyle grimaced as he stumbled out of the mouth of the dumpster. His clothes were stained with food and debris, but it didn't compare to how he felt on the inside. What good was the truth when Joe was still at the top of Gray Central's totem pole and he barely scraped by on the bottom? What good were his kisses and promises when he clearly had no problem letting his friends bully him during the day and fucking him in the locker room in between classes?

With one final snarl of anger, Kyle pushed back into the school building. He was glad today was gym and he had a change of clothes in his locker. He knew a tardy for fourth period would earn him detention, but he was kinda glad the halls were deserted and no one had to witness his walk of shame.

"Hey Kyle, wait up!"

Kyle kept walking, his back taut.

“Kyle!" Joe’s voice was urgent.

Kyle nibbled his lip as he turned down a corridor, hoping Joe would get the message. He rolled his eyes as he spun his lock, hearing the sound of Joe's sneaks against the marble floor.

Joe clapped him on the back, a buddy pat just in case someone popped out of one of the classrooms that lined the back hall. When no one appeared in the hallway, he let his hand trail down to Kyle’s ass, giving it a slap that made Kyle’s cock thump in his pants. “Didn’t you hear me calling you?”

Kyle said nothing.

"You ignoring me?" Joe said, slight hurt in his voice.

Kyle slammed his locker shut. "Sorry. I couldn't hear you over the cafeteria food stuck in my ears."

"About that-"

Kyle held up a hand. "Save it."

Joe’s sky blue eyes flashed. “Don’t be like that.”

Kyle crossed his arms. “Don’t be like what, Joe? Cold? Stuck up? Don’t pretend like there’s nothing between us?” He shook his head with loathing. “Why the hell shouldn’t I pretend? You do such a great job with it.”

Joe reached out and brushed his cheek. Kyle cursed his body. It instantly snapped to attention at Joe’s touch, an uncomfortable swelling growing in his jeans.

“I’m sorry,” Joe whispered. He glanced around them then yanked Kyle to the side corridor, out of sight. It was just he and Joe-the quarterback and the art geek.

Kyle’s breath caught in his throat as Joe cupped his chin, willing him to look him dead on. “You know it’s all bullshit. You know how I feel about you.”

“Do I now?” Kyle said sarcastically.

Joe rolled his eyes. “It’s just smoke and mirrors.”

Kyle pulled away, his shaggy brown hair dusting into his eyes. “Whatever you need to tell yourself, man. Whatever helps you get by.”

“You don’t think I care about you?” Joe’s shoulders squared as he pressed Kyle against the wall. He smelled like sweat and body spray and the syrupy scent of shampoo. Kyle felt his erection against his abdomen. He had one of his own, tugging at the seams.

“Call me crazy,” Kyle said, ignoring his body’s carnal reaction, “But generally when someone cares about a person, they don’t let their friends treat them like crap.”

Joe took a step back, gripping his hair in frustration. “I can’t control them, Kyle. They’re idiots.”

“They’re your friends,” Kyle said pointedly. “What does that say about you if you hang out with idiots?”

“I’m not their keeper,” Joe said with a shrug.

“That’s real mature,” Kyle said with a snort. “We’re both adults here, Joe. Eighteen years old. Why don’t you take some responsibility for your actions and stop acting like a damn infant?”

He held his gym bag tight to his side as he breezed toward the locker room. Once inside, he angrily threw the bag on a bench and kicked off his chucks. What he needed was a good long shower. Maybe he could covertly call it a day and camp out in Starbucks before school let out.

He froze when he felt Joe come up behind him, running his calloused fingers down his side. He and Joe were polar opposites. Joe was a beefcake, with caramel brown skin, compliments of football and track. His body was rippled with muscles that made Kyle's mouth water. His face was strong and handsome, with a tease of dimples when he smiled, sky blue eyes and curly dark ringlets.

Kyle had a lean figure, a result of years of ballet. His features were softer, with large set green eyes and waifish hair. His thick lips seemed out of place with his other gentle features but they were perfect for kissing, among other things.

“Just go away, Joe.”

"I'm sorry,” Joe’s voice was insistent. “You have to believe me.”

Kyle wanted to, but he remained quiet.

"It's not so easy for me," Joe explained. "I'm not you."

Kyle stepped away from him. "It’s a brave new world and I’m not the first or only gay guy at Creighton High. This whole doe eyed, living in the 1900’s shit is getting old."

"Yeah, but you promised you'd give me until freshman year. I can be whoever I want in college."

"Puhlease," Kyle snorted, unzipping his fly. "You'll go to State and become some football frat boy douche…and maybe I'll find someone who'll let me hold his hand in public." He pulled off his sticky t-shirt, then his pants. "Just go fuck a cheerleader or make fun of some handicapped kid. It's what you do best."

Kyle twisted the hot faucet on and stood under the stream. He cocked his head to the side when he heard the curtain snap to the side.

"What the-"

"There's one other thing I do best," Joe said thickly.

Kyle's protests were silenced when Joe's hand stroked his dark hair and pressed his soft lips against his. It was magic, some sort of mindfuckery, Joe's kisses. They had the ability to reduce Kyle to a puddle on the floor. In those moments, the whole world stopped.

Joe joined him beneath the shower head and Kyle brought him closer letting out a moan as he felt Joe's swollen cock.

Joe trailed his lips from Kyle's mouth across his cheek to his ear. "Let me."

Kyle wanted to grab a tuff of his hair, take him to the floor and shove his cock down his throat, but he shook his head instead. "No, I'm not gonna do this."

Joe took a step back, his face registering shock. Even Kyle's member thumped in surprise. For someone who played straight like a champ, Joe could suck one helluva cock. But the feel of his friend's hands lifting and dumping him in the garbage was still fresh in his mind. His body longed for a good blowjob, but his head, his heart reminded him that outside the locker room, Joe treated him like shit. Good blow or not, it just wasn't worth it.

Kyle turned his back to him. "Get the hell outta here, man. I'm not interested."

Joe ignored him, slithering a hand to his groin and taking Kyle's hardened cock in his firm grip. "Your dick says otherwise."

He knew he should struggle, but he let Joe jerk him. Kyle put both hands on the shower wall, the beads of water pelting him as waves of pleasure rocked him as Joe worked the length of him. His hold was strong and sure. He knew how to make a cock feel good.

"Let me show you," Joe murmured.

Kyle let out a gasp as he felt Joe's erection against his flesh. The sensations were magnified when Joe nipped at his neck, making his way to Kyle's ear.

"Oh god," Kyle whispered. Joe's teeth grazed the tender flesh of his earlobe. It was Kyle's spot. The area that burst with feeling. One kiss, one lick, one bite and he’d be putty in Joe's hand.

"Show me," he whispered, conceding. "Show me how sorry you are, baby."

Joe's hand trailed down his side, making its way to his stiffy, taking hold of it. He squeezed it, making Kyle cry out in ecstasy. He liked a good, firm touch from his man. He liked it a little rough.

He let out a mewl of devotion as Joe gave his ass a good slap, then another. "Spread those legs," Joe whispered thickly.

Kyle turned his head to the left as he made an X with his body, spreading his legs wide. The water rushed down his flesh, adding to the symphony of rapture. He knew what was next and it was enough to make him cum on the spot.

No, he told himself. After all he put me through, I can make him work for it. I have to.

The thunderclap of water lessened and Kyle sunk his teeth into his lip. He felt Joe's hand on his hips, making their way to his cheeks. He massaged the mounds, making them jiggle.

"Yes," Kyle moaned, throwing his head back. Joe was grazing his ass cheeks with his teeth, doling out teasing bites as he massaged him. He felt the cool air combine with a warm steady trickle of water as Joe spread his cheeks. Joe grabbed his hips and buried himself inside his crack.

"Oh yeah," Kyle groaned. Joe's tongue darted and flicked, teasing his tight little hole until he squirmed. The bumpy ridges of his tongue were divine, each stroke blurring the dumpster incident.

"Tongue it," Kyle coached. "Put it inside my ass."

With a moan, Joe obliged, burrowing his tongue inside Kyle's butthole. Kyle rocked against the thrusts, wanting to freeze time, freeze the moment and make it last forever.

But third period P.E. would be coming in at any moment and as badly as he wanted Joe to tongue his ass for hours, unless they were both ready to make some confessions, they couldn't tarry. Joe had to fill him with his cock.

"The lube," Kyle said hoarsely. "It's in the side pocket of my gymbag."

Joe let out a chuckle. "You naughty bitch. You were counting on this, weren't you?"

"Counting on it is a stretch," Kyle called after him, jerking his length. Wishing was closer. Hoping. Praying.

Joe came back in, brandishing the tube. Kyle went to turn around, but Joe stopped him.

"I'm not done showing you how sorry I am," Joe said, his eyes sparkling.

Kyle's heart beat out as his stud, his Joe, with his glistening muscles and All American good looks, lowered himself to his knees.

Kyle pushed wet strands from his lover's eyes. "The tile doesn't hurt?"

Joe shook his head. "Not as bad as this want for you." He leaned forward, taking hold of Kyle's rod. He teased the tip, his tongue diving in his slit and following it with his thumb. His hand measured him with a stroke before he took the length of Kyle in his mouth.

Kyle leaned his head back, the water cascading down his face. Joe's mouth was made for his cock-it knew his ins and outs. He'd tease him with speeds, always knowing just how much to give before pulling away, leaving Kyle starving for more.

With one final slow slob, Joe rose to his feet. He brought Kyle's lips to his and they kissed, the taste of desire mingling and driving them both wild.

Joe leaned back, teasing Kyle's nose with his own. "Now I'm ready for that ass."

Kyle promptly turned. He bent his knees slightly. He felt Joe's cock against his butt as he took hold of his hips and lifted one of his legs. This was one of their favorite positions, giving Joe access to Kyle's hole but still letting Kyle hold the reins and determine the speed.

"You ready?" Joe whispered hotly.

"Do it," Kyle whispered. "Fuck me!"

Joe let out a moan as he entered him and Kyle swore he could feel it in his bones. His ass squeezed Joe's thickness, quivering with each thrust. Kyle rocked against him, relishing the feel of his lover filling him up. He brought his hand to his erection, jerking himself in time. This moment was bliss. No dumb jocks, no diva theater teachers. In the locker room, beneath the warm water, they were just two guys with needs that only the other could fulfill.

"Oh Kyle," Joe whimpered, his thrusts becoming wild. "I'm gonna cum. Cum with me. Cum with me!"

With Joe's lips on his neck, tugging his earlobe, Kyle felt his thighs contract, his balls filling with desire. "I'm about to cum…oh god…oh god!"

He felt the rhythmic spray of Kyle's sperm as he unloaded in his ass, the warmth oozing from his hole. His own sperm splattered on his chest, making a slow trail down the shower wall as his labored breathing relaxed.

Kyle stepped beneath the stream of water, smiling to himself as Joe wrapped his arms around him. After one last peck, Joe turned to grab a towel, but Kyle yanked him back, holding his face in his hands as he gave him a kiss that robbed the air from his lungs.

Kyle was the first to pull away, doing one last rinse before he shut off the water and dried himself off with the towel.

Joe still stood where he left him, flabbergasted. "What was that for?"

Kyle walked from the stall, drying off his hair. "I want you to think about that kiss, about what we did and the sounds you made next time your fucktard friends decide they wanna mess with me."

Joe took a step forward. "Kyle-"

"No," Kyle said, shaking his head as the brutal truth reared his head. "You know, graduation's in a few months. You'll go to State, I'll go to New York. After your star dies you'll probably end up back in this crappy town with an apple pie wife and a couple of kids." Kyle pulled on a shirt and jeans. "I actually feel kinda sorry for you. I mean, Craigslist will help you find a blowjob or two, but in the night, when you're beside the woman who'll never really make you happy, trapped, remember that you could have chosen a different path but were too much of a coward."

And with that, Kyle looped his bag over his shoulder, pushing back into the hallway.