It had been a week since Charlie had been to Zak's house, and all the events that had unfolded there. Charlie was sat, on his own, during lunch, eating some mulch that had been dished out from one of the lunch ladies. The stringy thick goop, a cross between cabbage and gruel, was hard to stomach. Charlie found himself reminiscing about the events of the previous Friday, and the food's consistency reminded him of that of Zak's cum in his mouth. It wasn't quite the same, thought Charlie. Zak's cum had been easier to swallow.
Charlie had found himself thinking about Zak continually that week. He was feeling sorry for Zak, deep in the closet and his persona simply a rouse, as well as confused himself. Charlie had found the whole experience so hot and sexy, and didn't know why. Through the week he had tried on several occasions jacking off to gay stuff online, and it didn't work. Zak was different though. Charlie could see why the cheerleaders were so into him. He was utterly compelling in every way. He had also, Charlie noted, not been in school for any of the previous week. The rumour had gone around that he had been blindsided by four members of an opposing football team, and had managed to knock out two of them before one of them sucker punched him. The rumour was that Zak was in a hospital recovering. Charlie was worried about Zak though; the experience had ceased to be sexy in the final chapter, and become intense and emotional. Charlie had self-interest of course; he had made friends with the coolest guy in school. Zak's company skyrocketed one up the social ladder.
A shadow was cast over his mush and he looked up. A very large boy, about six and a half feet tall and probably very heavy due to his sheer muscle mass, stood over him. His voice was a deep and booming as was to be expected.
'Are you Charlie?' Charlie nodded. The boy continued. 'Zak says to go to his house at six tonight.' He raised his phone in one hand to signify how he was relaying the message. Charlie nodded again. Without saying anything else, the colossal slab of humanity walked away. He must be one of the football players Charlie thought. He had seen the hulking figure behind Zak. He saw the boy now return to a crowded table, although with one chair significantly empty. The football team seemed far far smaller without its captain, and the cheerleaders sat with them also seemed down. Charlie briefly caught the eye of a pretty girl, who he believed was called Marie. She had beautiful green eyes and flowing black hair. He looked away, and smiled into his food. He would see Zak again, it seemed, and he was looking forward to it.
***
Charlie had been far more careful with his appearance this time around. He had selected all his nicest clothes, although hoped he wouldn't keep them on for very long. Tight, figure hugging jeans; a bright blue silk t-shirt; a denim jacket; his sexiest pair of boxers - pink very tight boxer briefs, which showed off his firm arse and his already blood-filled package. He had seen one of the big-dicked models remove similar trunks in some of the gay porn he had tried out. Walking up to Zak's door, at 55 Greensborough Terrace, he was already nursing a slight semi. He had gelled his blond hair gently up and, more crucially, for the first time in his life he had shaved down there. He was a bald as a pre-pubescent, but considerably more endowed. Charlie knocked three times on Zak's door.
The door opened. Zak stood there, none of the swagger he had presented the previous week, but looking as drop-dead gorgeous as ever. He was dressed well - shirt and belt and jeans and such - as he beckoned Charlie inside. Without talking, they walked through to the lounge and sat down, in the very seats where the week before they had had orgasms inside one another. Charlie noticed that there were bowls of crisps on the tables, as well as a large metal keg in one corner.
'Hey.' Zak broke the silence.
'Hi.'
Zak leaned forward with purpose, and spoke quickly and clearly. 'Listen. What happened last week, it was good. It was good to finally come out. At least to one person. I don't think I'm ready to do the same to the world at large. I have a reputation to maintain, and unfortunately it means I can't present the real me. However, I believe that we can work together. I'm sorry I was a dick. For challenging you to a fight and for blackmailing you and generally acting like I was better than you. From now on, this friendship is one of equals.' Zak held out his hand, and Charlie took it with pleasure. The firm handshake was a much better start to the evening than his arrogance and exhibitionism, albeit perhaps less arousing. Zak continued. 'Tonight, there is a party here. I want you to stay. Make some friends. God knows that school is hard enough without all this isolation. Drink, talk, eat, whatever. And then near the end of the night we will have a game of Truth or Dare...'
'Who?' Charlie asked, slightly disappointed that he would not seemingly have Zak alone. He corrected himself. He was not gay for Zak. He was straight.
'There are a lot of people coming to the party, from school. All the cool kids. But the game itself will be limited to those who are staying over. That's you, the football team and the cheerleading squad.' Charlie noted how, even with his promise of equality, Zak still posed things like orders. Some habits are hard to kick. 'I want you to propose the game, I'll back you up, the others will follow. Here's where we work together. You want pussy, so I will dare you to do stuff with the cheerleaders. They're very hot, and once they know you're part of the circle they'll probably be way into you. I bet they get tired of getting mounted by two hundred pound freaks. Me.' He paused, and swallowed hard. 'I like cock. So you dare me to do things with my team mates. They're very fucking hot too, most of them. And when it's a dare it's all about team solidarity. They won't know a thing. I want you to know who they are before they get here, in a half an hour.'
Zak stood up and sat next to Charlie, bringing up a team photo that was stashed under the sofa. Eleven boys were on it, all in gear, helmets and such, Zak recognisable in the middle. Zak chuckled to himself. 'Of course you won't be able to recognise them from a picture like this. They all pretty much look the same. However,' he pulled another picture from under the sofa. This was a print out, not nearly so professionally done. He could see why. The picture showed the same boys in the same line formation, but this time they were all naked, except footballs held in front of their crotches. 'This was the naked calendar we did when we went on tour. Turns out you can't release one through school with teenagers on. Never mind. So... the team...'
Zak pointed to the left hand side, and named each of the players in turn.
'That's Brock. He's hung like a horse.' The first was the same guy who had delivered Zak's message earlier. Naked, Brock revealed himself to be incredibly thick set, a mix of muscle and fat, as to be unattractive and very hairy. He grimaced where the rest of the team grinned. His cock was so big that the top of it was visible above the ball, and the end just below it. 'Bear though,' Zak opined. 'Not my type.'
'Nelson.' Nelson was a muscular but lean black guy, with the best abs in the team besides Zak.
'Tim.' Tim was short and chunky, blond with a surprisingly good beard for a teenager. He looked to be built, similar to Brock, for utility rather than looks.
'John.' John was a classically handsome brunette, with a smile to die for and perfect white teeth. He was probably a shade under six foot. His body was tight and seemingly hairless.
'Rob. He's John's twin.' He was not identical, being blond, but was equally hot. Rob was also entirely shaved. Zak nudged Charlie gently in the ribs and said; 'Either of those two would be great.'
'Zak,' he pointed to himself in the centre. 'Hottest guy in my opinion. Get me in with him.' Charlie laughed, but agreed, even with the fierce competition of the twins and Nelson.
'Casey.' Casey had a mass of tangled dirty blond hair, was the second tallest on the team besides Brock . Casey was perhaps the most muscular of the team, built like a bodybuilder, with shoulders as broad as both the twins put together. His chest could probably have been measured for cup size, and grinned cheekily at the camera, ball in one hand, other on the back of his head.
'Damon.' Damon was a similar build to Casey, perhaps slightly shorter and less muscular, but black. His hair was dyed one half blond, with the other side its natural black.
'Pierre.' Pierre was lifting his arms tensing his considerable arms. The ball, inexplicably, was right in front of his crotch, despite not being held. Zak explained without being asked - 'Threw the ball up. Amazingly it was only the second attempt at the picture which actually covered his cock. Comes from France. Very hot. Very good cock. Massive exhibitionist.' Charlie giggled under his breath at the notion that any of the boys in the picture weren't exhibitionists. Pierre was winking at the camera, his jet black hair neatly framing his boyish good looks.
'Ted. English.' Ted wasn't very defined, but had a good deal of muscle mass on his fairly hirsute body. Clearly a joker, he bit on his bottom lip and faked, presumably, an orgasm face.
'Luke.' The final boy in the line was deeply tanned, with a clear tan line from wearing a pair of Speedos. He was probably the smallest member of the team, as short as Tim and slender as the twins. His hair was dyed blue, and shaved closely at the sides, and there was something in his eyes that drew the eye. Luke was, of course, highly athletic with a toned browned body.
'And Luke's the prize. There's something about him. Second hottest guy I know.' Zak returned the picture under the sofa.
'After you, yeah?' Charlie grinned.
'Nah...' Zak said, and deliberately and briefly squeezed Charlie's upper leg. 'As for the girls,' Zak moved on, 'There's only one you need to know. This...' Zak brought out his phone and turned on the screen. He paused for dramatic effect as Charlie examined the image. A blonde girl, in the shower, was on it. She was utterly sexy, with big boobs exposed to the camera, beautiful skin and pursed lips. One finger gently touched her lip. The picture was carefully posed, and not a quick shower snap. Charlie recognised, having seen her lots of times around school. She was the head cheerleader, and Zak's equivalent in both popularity and hotness. Charlie could feel himself getting hard at the picture instantly. 'Is Lisa,' Zak finished.