The Coolest Guy in School

[matt1995]

Charlie was sixteen. He was slender, blue-eyed and blonde haired. His cheekbones were high and he was shy; which to his peers have the impression of intelligence. He was clever too, but did not really have much of a chance to show it. New to Habersmith College, having only been there for a few months, he had no real friends and was finding high school difficult. On this particular morning, he was taking his books from his locker when he stepped back.

'What the fuck?' Charlie walked into someone. His and their books went flying through the air, all over the busy corridor. Charlie looked up to see Zak. Zak was seventeen. Tall, handsome and athletic, Zak captained the football team and the wrestling squad. He got all the hottest cheerleaders, had the most legendary parties, somehow maintained good grades and was friends with everyone who seemed, in college, to matter. Without doubt, Zak was the coolest guy in school.

Now Zak's stuff was all over the floor. Such was his status, that two guys who walked with him grabbed the stuff for him, as he bent down and picked up a textbook, the front cover bent from its fall. He stood up straight and looked down on Charlie.
'You fucking idiot.'
'I'm sorry,' Charlie said, quietly and quickly, again and again.
Zak held his arm out as his friends; his minions; gave him his things.
'What's your fucking name?'
'Ch.. Charlie.'
'Well, watch where you're fucking going, you fucking moron.'

With that, Charlie was dismissed. He moved to the floor and began to collect his stuff. His face was red, and he was glad no one seemed to be looking. The corridor had been silent as the alpha male had berated him. Of course Zak had not been looking where he was going either, but that didn't matter. Two months before that, Zak had been part of a school wide scandal. Somebody, although no-one knew who, had found a sex tape of Zak and the former lead cheerleader, who had just gone onto university. The video, which everyone in the entire school had seen, was twenty five minutes of HD footage; Zak fucking this girl, two years his senior, called Stacey. Both of them were completely naked throughout, and Zak pushed Stacey onto his bed and fucked her deep and fast. It was incredible how quickly he could thrust and not finish early. He moved the cheerleader around him with ease, his great muscle mass meaning he at times lifted the girl up entirely off the bed, of flipped her around to a standing-69. The video's constant was Stacey's satisfied moans, and her constant refrain of 'You're so big'. Indeed Zak was, and in the final minute of the video; after they had done everything from oral to anal, Zak moved Stacey off the bed so she knelt in front of the camera. Then, pumping his large, shaved cock, he sprayed Stacey's face and tits with his jizz. The load was six thick powerful shots, and would stand up to compete with that of most porn stars. In fact, the video was up on Pornhub, because no one could reasonably guess that the chiselled adonis in the video had only been sixteen when it had been filmed, the previous year. So cool was Zak, that the emergence of this video did nothing to damage his image; simply to enhance his reputation.

Charlie had seen it soon after it became talk of the school. Even social pariahs hear things if they're said enough times and at enough volume. He had masturbated over it - Stacey was an incredibly attractive blonde, and Charlie was not gay - and noticed Zak's hotness. Knocking his books all over the floor had not been the way Charlie had wanted to introduce himself to the chief of the tribe.

For the rest of the morning, Charlie thought about Zak, going as far as to nip to a toilet during morning break and have a quick tug over the video, which was saved on his phone. At lunch he sat alone at a table passively shoving the slop into his mouth. Sighing, he stood up and walked, head down in depression, towards the library. Then...

'Fuck.' Charlie left his torpor as someone walked into his side. Zak was stood, same guard dogs either side, his tray against his chest and the contents down his chest and all over his expensive looking clothes. Zak's teeth grimaced as he looked down at himself, and even more so when he saw who had caused it.
'You!'
'Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.' Charlie's quavering voice was higher than normal.
'You cunt.' Zak paused for a moment. 'Meet me in the alley after school.'

The alley was legendary; a part of the site which was completely cut from the institution; down which teachers never went and which CCTV could not film. It's where scores were settled. It's where couples fucked. It's where drugs were dealt. Charlie knew his fate, and apologising constantly as Zak stared him down, he left the cafeteria.

At three forty five, Charlie finished his last class. Whispers had followed him for the afternoon. He had knocked Zak's food tray into him. He was one of many who made their way to the alley. Zak was already there, leaning against a wall, smoking a cigarette. He had changed clothes, presumably from his gym bag, as he wore tracksuit bottoms and a tight t-shirt which showed off his rippling physique. Charlie made his way through the crowd, which went silent. An clearing in the middle was the meeting point. More than fifty student crowded around. No phones filmed; the unwritten rule was no evidence was to be recorded down the alley. It was lawless.

Zak cracked his knuckles and stared down Charlie. Charlie moved forward, unsure what would happen. Zak moved in an instant, running and kneeing Charlie in the chest. Charlie staggered back into the brick wall. He wasn't sure whether or not to defend himself. He had a brown belt in karate and a black in jiu-jitsu. He raised his hands. Zak laughed as he walked in again. Zak fired two punches out, but Charlie ducked the first and blocked the second. Zak's smile turned into a snarl as cheers moved around. Charlie parried a kick and punched Zak square in the jaw. The crowd was silent for a split second. Zak dropped all pretence, and ran into Charlie, tackling him to the ground. There was not defence from here that he had learnt in the dojo. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Six times Zak punched Charlie in the face. The crowd gasped and cheered, as Zak dismounted Charlie and walked back to the wall, picking up his still lit cigarette. The crowd began to disperse, as Charlie spat some blood from his mouth onto the hard concrete.

A group of five or so of Zak's friends waited around for Zak. He paused, glancing at Charlie laid on the ground.
Zak looked from Charlie to his friends.
'I'll catch you up,' he said. His friends looked between themselves, concerned. Surely he was not going to hurt the poor skinny kid anymore. But they wouldn't disobey implicit orders. They left the scene.

Zak leant against the wall and finished his cigarette as Charlie struggled and got to his feet. Charlie looked at Zak wearily, who pulled out an iPhone and began to play on it. Charlie began to leave, and Zak silently brought up his hand to stop him.
'What?' Charlie asked, more agressively than he had intended.
Zak looked up, looking easily cool. 'Take your shirt off.'
'What?'
'Take your shirt off.'
Charlie hesitated. What was he supposed to do? Was this a mindgame. If he did it would Zak claim he was coming onto him?
'Take your shirt off.' Zak repeated himself for the third time.
Charlie tentatively took his shirt off. He was lightly naturally tanned due to his Cypriot grandmother, but skinny. His abs were simply a result of his low fat content. Zak looked at his phone and pressed it.
'Now take your jeans off. Shoes and socks too.'
'What?'
'You heard.' Zak said, not looking up.
'No...' Charlie said. He didn't like what was happening, or know what was happening.
Zak looked up, subtly tensing a fist. 'Take your fucking jeans off.'
His voice wasn't raised, but scared Charlie. He pulled off one shoe, then the other, then both socks, and finally struggled out of his skinny jeans. He stood there in purple boxer briefs, showing off his nice rounded ass and decent bulge. Zak pushed his phone again. Charlie realised he was taking photos.
'Now take off your underwear.' Zak's voice was again quiet, but deadly.
'No.' Charlie's voice quavered, but was resolute.
'Take off your fucking underwear.' This time a lot louder.
'No!'

Zak stowed his phone in his pocket and moved forward with the grace of a ballet dancer. With one arm he pinned Charlie's neck against the wall. With the other he reached down and grabbed the waistband of Charlie's boxers. One quick move; Zak pulled with such force they immediately tore around the crotch, the legs and then the back and they came off. Charlie yelled in pain as Zak stepped back, threw his tattered underwear back over the wall, and began to snap shots of Charlie. First he was wincing. Then noticing the camera. Then cupping. With one hand he grabbed for his shirt and brought it in front of his cock. The camera had got everything. Zak leant back against the wall again, lit another cigarette, and glanced at his phone, looking though the pictures.

'If you don't want these pictures plastered around school on Monday, you'll come to my house tonight. 55 Greenborough Terrace.' With that he walked away from the alley way, leaving Charlie to pull on his skinny jeans without underwear, his shoes, his socks and his shirt.

[striker28us]

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[matt1995]

'You want to see me shower?' Zak smirked.
'It was a dare.' Charlie lightly slurred his words. 'But if you want to do the forfeit...'
Zak looked at Charlie, leant naked and erect against his bedroom wall. He smiled. 'Follow me.'

The two naked teenagers walked across the room and through the door into which Zak had disappeared earlier. The en-suite was as spacious and classy as the rest of the house. A sink with golden taps, wall to floor mirrors all over, a king-size bathtub and a large power shower through some glass doors, almost in a second room. It was a bathroom fit for the most expensive penthouse in the priciest hotel in the world. Zak swaggered across the room and through into the shower. His bum, firm and what is typically described as a bubble-butt, seemed to almost meet Charlie's eyes. Charlie was straight, but Zak was hot. Charlie perched his more slender but equally smooth ass on the side of the bathtub as Zak began to wash.

The water came on with a light purr, and the hot water blasted the hot body of the teenage athlete. Confidence personified, Zak turned towards Charlie and stared him down, as he reached into an alcove in the side of the shower and began to squirt white shampoo down himself. It ran down his shaved face and onto his sopping chest. Charlie noticed Zak's nipples - they were erect. The shampoo trickled, like an irrigation system, down Zak's washboard abs and defined obliques, and split into two streams as Zak's thick, shaved, hard cock divided the river of white. Each stream then travelled down either of Zak's muscular tree-trunk legs and down onto the tiled floor and into the drain. Zak, not breaking his thousand yard stare, threw a clump of blue gel into the bottom of the shower, and bubbles began to engulf his feet and lower legs. Zak grinned, as he rubbed a bar of soap over himself.
'I dare you to join me.'

Charlie had been entranced by the older boy's methodical sexuality, and didn't even answer out loud as he walked forward into the spacious shower cubicle. Charlie tentatively walked around the circular floor which comprised the shower, perhaps two metres in diameter, with Zak stood in the middle, facing out of the shower, still scrubbing himself with soap. Charlie circled him, bubbles rising and forming around his legs, not taking his eyes from Zak or his soap. Zak moved the soap across his back and down to his buttocks, then around his pubic region and onto his dick. Charlie walked a few times around, before breaking the circle and stepping in closer to Zak. He would not be intimidated by Zak. Not his popularity. Not his physical power. Not his wealth. Not his sheer sexuality.

The two boys stood a couple of feet apart, as Charlie reached into the alcove and grabbed a bottle, which he began to administer to his body. The bubbles were rising, almost to waist height, although not leaving into the main bathroom which had some air-conditioning which blew against the wall of bubbles. Zak and Charlie were staring into one another's eyes. Charlie's were a deep sea blue. Zak's were forest green, and speckled with brown. Charlie cleaned himself with gel and shampoo and Zak continued to scrub with the same bar of pinkish-white soap. They cleaned and stared for what seemed like an eternity, but what was probably no more than a minute. Their penises were probably no more than six inches from one another, end to end.

Charlie returned a bottle of gel to the alcove and spoke softly. His voice, though quiet, cut through the splattering of water on bare skin and ceramic tile. 'Can I have the soap?' There was only one bar.
Zak nodded. He raised the bar so it was equidistant between them. The soap dropped from his hand and bounced and slip audibly on the unseen floor. Charlie broke eye-contact for the first time in days, maybe years, as he moved down. He would not be intimidated. He bent down, bum in the air, and felt around on the floor, moving around the room feeling blindly. The soap was somewhere in the centre of the shower, and Zak did not move, simply standing there powerfully. Charlie was immersed in bubbles, rising past Zak's naval. Charlie felt around, rotating himself. He felt Zak's bellend, recognisable in its smooth hardness and the subtle but tense intake of breath from above, brush his right arse cheek. At the same moment, he gripped the bar of soap and returned to his full height. He would not be intimidated by the jock. He turned back and preceded to wash himself with the soap, staring Zak in his beautiful green eyes.

After a couple of minutes, when the suds were washed off Charlie's torso, Zak turned the shower off and, in turn, they left the shower.
'Can I borrow a towel please?' Charlie asked.
'I'm afraid there aren't any.' Zak was deadpan.
'Then what can I do?'
'Dry off through movement.' Zak's eyes darted to the window. 'The rain's stopped. Have a naked run.'
'What?'
'I dare you.'

The game certainly had escalated. The dare was not disputed. In silence, which had been a certain recurring feature of the evening, the two naked and dripping boys, exited the bathroom, Zak's bedroom, down the corridor, spiral staircase and through a unsurprisingly luxurious kitchen. Zak opened the backdoor.
He spoke. 'Run along the path to the right. The paving should be smooth enough for bare feet. The gardener swept it earlier. Follow the path. It should take you about five minutes. About half a mile.' Charlie moved out the kitchen quickly so as to get the public exhibitionism out the way as soon as possible. The cold hit him like jumping into a outdoor swimming pool. 'One more thing,' Zak said. 'Stay hard, or take a punishment of my choosing. You have five minutes.' The kitchen door, pane-glass, closed.

Charlie gulped and, without time to worry, set off at a run. Charlie was no track athlete, but he was nimble and quick, and indeed the path was smooth enough to run on without shoes. It was dark now, but parts of the extensive garden were illuminated by a series of well-lit fountains and old-fashioned lamp posts. Though Charlie knew he was making good progress, he shivered and realised he was practically flaccid. Charlie was about to stop when he looked around in the middle distance and saw the many illuminated houses of Zak's similarly wealthy neighbours. There were people moving in those windows, and if they glanced him not only would they think him eccentric, but perhaps recognise him as not their neighbour's son and think him a sexual predator. Charlie quickened his pace, especially in passing the pools of light given out by Zak's garden fixtures. Within a few minutes he was again approaching the house and came to the back door. Zak stood on the other side, a towel around his waist. Charlie had formulated his plan, and began to frantically rub his flaccid penis, now far closer to the one Zak had captured on camera earlier than the one with which he had been impressed. Charlie was shivering but soon had the makings of a semi when Zak tapped on the glass. The stop watch on his phone showed five minutes and five seconds. He had failed.

Charlie walked dejected and soft-cocked into the kitchen. He was at least, he realised, dry, although also angry with himself that he had accepted the towel lie as motivation. Zak held in his right had a paddle. A narrow cane handle with a leather paddle on the end.
'We use this to spank people in team initiations. That's your punishment. Come through into the lounge and assume the position.'
Charlie felt pathetic and weak. An erection in the presence of another boy, let alone Zak, had been empowering. Zak sat on a wooden stool and Charlie gently laid himself stomach-down on Zak's towel covered lap. It did not conceal Zak's potency. Ass in the air, the spanking came quickly and with incredible power. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. All five of the whacks made sharp cracks, stung like hell and made Charlie grunt in pain. He would not be surprised if his arse, not used to any form of contact, would bleed. Zak looked satisfied at Charlie's reddened bum. He let loose once more, this time with just his palm. It hurt as much as the leather had. Upon striking, Zak left his hand on Charlie's ass for a fleeting moment. Zak stood up as Charlie fell nude upon the floor. He would get Zak back for that.

[Loserman]

Please continue. It awesome so far.

[matt1995]

Charlie clambered up from the floor. His arse hurt from the spanking and his whole front from the fall onto the hard wooden floor. He felt weak and his flaccid cock made him feel vulnerable. He cupped it with his hand, breathing heavily.
'Right. First things first. Towel off.' Charlie demanded.
Without even using his hands, Zak's towel dropped to the floor. He was hard as he ever had been.
Charlie thought. 'You have to exercise, to my instruction, for five minutes. If you lose you hard-on, you get a forfeit of my choosing.'
Zak nodded with extreme confidence that infuriated Charlie.

Charlie sat in an armchair, the leather sticking to his bare skin. He crossed his legs to better hide his shame.
'Let's start with press ups,' Charlie said, pointing to a Persian rug in front of him. 'Fifty.'
Zak fell forward and caught himself just before he hit the ground, in a move which would surely break most people's wrists. He began immediately, exercising perfect form as he moved down to the ground, his nose and cock touching the carpet, and up again to full extension. From his ankles to the back of his head was a straight line, barring the smooth hill of his fantastic bum. Zak counted each press up in a loud and commanding voice. Upon the fiftieth, Zak lifted his feet up so he was doing a handstand, with perfect balance, and rotated them full circle to bring himself to a standing position. He subtly tensed his muscles - all bulging and sweating and veiny - surrounding his still hard dick.

'Fifty crunches.' Charlie watched as Zak gracefully fell back to the ground and began to crunch, with the added titillation that every time he came up he licked the tip of his cock and the pre-cum thereon. Charlie began, involuntarily, to get erect. Charlie then commanded him to do fifty lunges, which he executed perfectly. There were only two minutes left on his phone timer.
'Fifty squats!' Charlie commanded.
Zak moved slowly in front of him and began to squat down, his muscular legs going down to a right angle, before raising back up. Sweat dribbled down his abs and made him gleam. Charlie was as hard as Zak now. He looked at the timer. He couldn't let Zak win.
'Lower squats!' Charlie demanded. He went down to the ground, and placed his fist against the carpet. 'You have to touch my fist to make it count.' Zak did, and for forty squats his tight shaved balls bounced off Charlie's tensed hand.
'Plank.' Charlie said, with defeatism overcoming the determination that had been in his voice. Zak went to a planking position on the rug. There was less than a minute left on the clock. Charlie paced around Zak - his erection seemingly incapable of desisting - and slowly, placed one foot on his back then the other. He stood on Zak's muscular back, and Zak did not buckle, and simply stayed there until the buzzer on the phone went off.

Charlie stepped off and Zak got to his feet. He was triumphant.
Charlie sighed. 'How... How did you do that?'
Zak just grinned. 'What can I say? I'm a physical god.'
Charlie looked at the arrogant teen. 'You're so fucking up yourself. Earlier, in the alleyway, I got some good punches in on you. I could have probably beaten you, if not for the fact that your mates would have rushed me.'
'Please...' Zak took a step closer, intent to intimidate. 'You couldn't beat me. I'm undefeated in collegiate wrestling for fuck's sake.'
Charlie eyed him up. His confidence might be his downfall. He paced back and forth for a moment, being sure not to back away from Zak, as he would want. 'Five rounds,' Charlie said. 'If I can force your shoulders to the ground once, I win.'
'What if I force your shoulders to the ground five times in a row?' Zak said, supremely confident.
'Then you win.' Charlie said simply. 'No forfeit. Simply winning for its own sake. Bragging rights. Pride and all that shit.'
'Okay,' Zak said. He picked up a glass coffee table in the middle of the sofas and chairs and moved it to the outside, providing a substantial mat in the middle on which they might wrestle.
'Do you have any spare wrestling gear?' Charlie asked, making a slight move towards the entrance hall and the spiral staircase to Zak's room.
'Wrestling gear?' Zak grinned. 'If you're afraid you'll shoot your load if you touch me while I'm naked.'
'No, Zak. I'm fine with it. Anything you're fine with, any boundary, so am I.'

Charlie and Zak began to circle one another. There was no crowd like earlier. There wouldn't be any strikes. They each raised a hand and met in the middle. Suddenly Zak moved around to behind Charlie. Grabbing him firmly around the waist, Zak's cock forced flat against the crack of Charlie's arse, he flipped him over, whilst keeping hold of his waist. Charlie's world went upside down as his back slammed into the hard floor. He only instinctively kept his head up. Zak's voice counted. 'One. Two. Three.'

Charlie turned over and scrambled to his feet. He turned and was met with Zak again advancing. Charlie dashed forward as Zak went for the same move, only this time with one of his hands distinctly grabbing Charlie's cock. Charlie wouldn't usually be hard with this level of physical exertion, but this was so fucking hot. This time he dropped his body weight so Zak could suplex him over, and brought Zak in a classic jiu-jitsu move over his back so he was flat on the ground in front of him. Charlie went down desperately and heavily. His knees went into Zak's shoulders and he splayed himself over Zak, in what was really a sixty nine position, so he couldn't get up. Charlie began to count. 'One. Two.' Zak pushed hard against the ground with one of his legs and flipped the sixty nine over. Zak's knees were pressed into Charlie shoulders and Zak's package resting on Charlie's sweating chest. 'One. Two. Three.' Two to Zak.

As soon as Charlie was up Zak moved down as if to tackle, and Zak's shoulder driving into Charlie's waist, and Zak's right cheek against Charlie's right ass cheek, he threw him onto the ground. Zak raised Charlie's legs, as if in missionary, and pushed himself against them, his legs pushing against the ground. 'One. Two. Three.'

Charlie was gasping, whilst Zak only seemed to be flexing as his abs tensed and untensed. Zak grinned, raising a hand and beckoning Charlie to attack. Charlie dashed lamely forward as Zak ducked under the oncoming clothesline and, one hand firmly on either shoulder, smashed Charlie backwards onto the ground. Zak jumped in the air and slammed hard down with his ass. The ass was firm and might as well have punched Charlie in the chest. Charlie was winded as, staring at the curves of Zak, the older, stronger boy counted to three.

Charlie pushed himself up. He was determined. He brought down his centre of gravity, his stance near the ground and his eye level at Zak's pulsing hard-on. As Zak strutted forward, Charlie moved quickly into a bear-hug, cock to cock, and, in a great exertion of energy, he flipped Zak belly-to-belly backwards. Charlie rolled back with him and was on top of Zak. He sat on Zak's chest, knees on either side and cock within inches of Zak's face. 'One. Two.' Zak brought his legs up, hooking around Charlie's arms and slammed him back towards the floor. Zak moved forward onto him as Charlie tried to sit up. The boys briefly pushed against each other, as Charlie tried to get free and Zak attempted to force him down. Zak won and spread himself over Charlie. His knees went to either side of Charlie's hips, their similarly sized cocks pretty much exactly on top of one another. Zak put one hand on either of Charlie's shoulders, and moved his face directly above Charlie's. Their noses were touching. Zak's sweat dripped onto Charlie. They stared into each other's eyes. Charlie was harder than he had ever been. Zak spoke: 'One. Two. Three.' Their lips met.

[matt1995]

The kiss continued for about three seconds. Charlie's eyes opened wide in surprise. He was kissing Zak. Or Zak was kissing him. As soon as their lips had met Zak's body, taut from the effort of restraining Charlie, had slackened. Charlie, previously completely overpowered by the older boy, pushed up hard, his hands against Zak's rock hard stomach, and flipped the Zak off to the side. Charlie staggered to his feet.
'What the fuck?' Charlie asked, stepping back from Zak, who still lay on the floor, seemingly not quite with it. Zak was staring into space, laid on one side, unmoved from where he had been thrown, his cock practically dripping pre-cum.
Charlie repeated himself, louder. 'What the fuck?'
Zak came around. He quickly clambered to his feet, not nearly so graceful as he had been so far that evening.
'What the fuck?' Zak echoed Charlie. 'Why did you kiss me, you fucking faggot!'
'You kissed me. I didn't kiss you.' Charlie's voice did not waver as Zak moved closer to him. He would not be intimidated. Zak had kissed him.

'I didn't kiss you, you pervert. You've been staring at my cock all night. You fucking fancy me, don't you?' Zak shoved Charlie in the chest, and Charlie fell backwards into the wall behind. Zak put his strong hands on either of Charlie's narrow shoulders, controlling him.
Charlie had had enough. He grabbed each of Zak's hands and pushed down, paining Zak and bringing his face closer.
'I did not kiss you Zak. You kissed me.' Charlie stared into the eyes of the cool, hot, athletic bully. Zak didn't respond, but stared back at Charlie for another few moments. Zak's breathing quickened, and suddenly he released, moving quickly to the nearest couch, where he collapsed, head in hands. Charlie approached tentatively, and sat down next to Zak as he breathed heavily and hid his face.

'You did kiss me Zak. You did.' Charlie made the simple statement. Zak didn't respond. 'I thought all these dares were a bit much, even for one of you football lads. I don't mind. Was it just in the moment? What happened?'
Zak's voice was so different to the man in charge he had been all night. 'I just did. It was nothing.'
'Nothing... why did you kiss me? Are you bi?'
'Of course I'm fucking not. I was just exerting my dominance. I'm drunk I guess. That's never happened before. It won't again.' Zak didn't sound dominant. Charlie placed one hand on his shoulder, waiting to be rebuffed.
'You're not that drunk. Anyway, a drunk act shows a sober thought. That's what my mum says.' Charlie studied what he could see of Zak's face.

'I... I didn't... I don't usually...' Zak's stuttered.
'It's okay. It doesn't matter what you are. Lots of people are bisexual. My old friend said most people are.'
'I'm not fucking bi!' Zak looked up, his eyes red, on the edge of tears. 'I'm straight. Completely straight.' Zak was many things, but at this moment was not much of an actor.
There was a moment of silence. 'So you've fucked thirty girls. What about guys? How many?'
'I've never fucked a guy.'
'But you've wanted to, haven't you?' Charlie asked. Zak didn't respond. 'Earlier,' Charlie continued, his brain working fast, 'you went soft. When we had the porn on. And that girl was fucking hot. That's the only time you've gone soft. You did enough exercise to make some people feint without going soft.'

'The guy was ugly.' Zak answered quickly.
'I don't look at the guys. But you did... Zak...'
'What?' Zak's voice was strained, and on his face a look of quiet desperation.
'Are you gay?'
'I'm not gay. Of course I'm not gay! I've fucked twenty fucking girls! I'm captain of the teams! I'm...'
'Thirty girls. That's what you said earlier.'
'Twenty. Thirty. What does it matter? I like girls. They're hot. Do you know how much pussy I've had?'
There was another silence. Zak, even in his terror, was still hard. 'I think I do, Zak.' Charlie spoke softly, and with confidence. It all made sense. Zak was a pretty great actor after all. 'One. You've had sex with one girl, once. I always thought it was odd that that sex tape came out. You filmed it, and that girl, Stacey, had no ill will towards you. It was you, wasn't it? You released the tape. It's all an act, and that was your evidence. Right?' Zak nodded. 'Why?' Charlie asked. 'Why would you do all this?'

Zak stood up, and looked down at Charlie. His voice quavered, but was steady. 'I'm gay. Known it for years. But I'm cool. Always have been. You know how incredible it is to be cool? Everyone knows me. Everyone wants to be my friend. Everyone flirts with me. And it was fine... you know... being... 'in the closet'.' Zak finger-quoted, as he walked slowly backwards and forwards in front of Charlie, not breaking eye contact, both struggling to speak and seeming like he'd been wanting to say it for years. 'I was Captain of the sports teams. I joined in with the banter with the lads, you know. Which porn star I'd like to fuck and all that. Girls flirted with me, and asked me out, but I always said I had another girl on the go. Maybe at another school. Maybe some twins I'd met on holiday. I verified my straightness, by every now and again getting off with a girl at a party, then retracted, citing guilt for my other girlfriend. By the time I was sixteen, the other guys, in the teams and such, began to think it was odd. All these conquests I mentioned in passing. But they never saw me bed any cheerleaders at house parties, as they did. And on one of the football trips, a hazing for a new recruit, this fourteen year old called Brock, went a bit far. To get into the team we made him run around naked, get spanked by the team as he walked down the line, someone teabagged him and then, to prove my dominance, I made him blow me, in front of the entire team. My first blowjob.

'I laughed it off. And they did, in front of me, too. I was, am, the captain after all. But behind my back, they began to whisper. Cover up when I entered the shower, not that I ever glanced that obviously, or got that hard or anything. I've fucking tried being straight. Jerked off to so much porn on line, thin women with huge tits, but never really been into it. Shooting my load not nearly so much as looking at male divers, or porn stars, or thinking about the team showering. I can't change it. Can't be normal. But I knew I needed cover. My popularity, my status, was beginning to decline. So I asked the head cheerleader, a couple of years my senior, to come round when my mum was away. She wasn't going to refuse. All the cheerleaders fancied the pants off me.' Zak allowed himself a brief conceited smile. 'I put out the camera, told her to strip, and went into the bathroom. Don't get me wrong, that Stacey was very hot. But I've never been able to get hard, and stay hard, with a girl. I popped a Viagra. Age fucking sixteen. You've seen the video. I acted. I fucked that girl and everyone who saw it would think I was straight. I even did anal so I could close my eyes and think... think I was being honest. Being myself. Just after Stacey left, I copied the DVD, left it in a classroom, on the floor. Of course it got out. I was restored. All the guys were no longer threatened by me, would no longer hide their junk from me. Hell, on the last football trip we all measured our dicks next to each other. Not gay. Being lads. It's a pretty fine line, and all really about interpretation. I've fucked one girl and got off with dozens of girls. Just to... Just to... just to be cool, you know.' Zak finished, and sat back down next to Charlie.

There was a silence that lasted at least two minutes. 'You invited me round here why, then?' Charlie asked.
Zak answered. 'I've done it a few times. Invite a hot loner around. I get to mess around with him, blackmail hanging over. A few times I've got a blowjob. Maybe I film it, maybe they enjoy it. Either way, they don't say anything.'
'You think I'm hot?' Charlie asked, vanity getting the better of him.
'Yeah. Blond twink. Slender. Great cock, as it turns out.'
Charlie smiled, as they lapsed into silence again.

'You lied.' Charlie stated. 'You said you'd fucked thirty girls.'
'I know.' Zak replied. 'I'm sorry.'
'You have to do the forfeit.' Zak paused, and looked at Charlie, his expression complex.
'I have to...'
'Blow me,' Charlie said.
Zak seemed emotionally exhausted, and was still seemingly close to tears. But he closed his eyes, and turned to Charlie. Zak moved to kneeling on the floor, in front of Charlie, and brought his face to Charlie's crotch area. A hand grasped either thigh firmly, and Zak began to blow Charlie. It was the first of Charlie's life, and Charlie moved back, gasping, taken aback by the sensation. Zak moved up and down the shaft, down to the base and thick mat of Charlie's blond pubic hair. The pubes were perfect, naturally not ascending up the shaft. Charlie breathed heavily, placing a hand on Zak's shoulder and gripping hard.
'Keep going,' was all Charlie managed to say.
Zak's continued, and within a minute, Charlie felt himself approaching. Usually it would take him longer, but the sexuality of the night had been as if he was constantly edging. He gripped Zak hard with one hand and wrapped his legs around him, bringing one hand up through his thick blond hair. Charlie moaned, almost pornographically loudly, as he came into Zak's mouth. Zak, delivering a deep blowjob, gagged as two loads went straight down his throat and he retracted, as a shot hit the top of his mouth, his right cheek and then two on his muscular chest.
Charlie lay back, spent, gasping and smiling. 'That... was... incredible...' Words came between his satisfied gasps.

Charlie looked down, not to see Zak smiling similarly, hot and sweaty, pleased to have blown this hot twink he had invited around. Zak was in the opposite armchair, slightly covered in Charlie's white load, with his eyes shut, almost sobbing. Zak was struggling, and increasingly failing, to hold back tears. Charlie looked over at Zak. The only sound in the house was Zak's sobbing. Charlie walked over to Zak, increasingly soft, and put a hand on Zak's shoulder. Zak didn't look up. Charlie made a decision, based on gratitude for the blowjob and pity for the guy. Charlie went to his knee and pushed Zak against the back of the chair, taking control. Charlie had never done it before, or even considered it, as he put his lips around Zak's cock and began to suck. Zak lay back, wiping tears from his cheeks with his arms. Charlie stroked up and down each of Zak's legs, which were quavering, as he moved his tongue around the soft end of Zak's cock. Without warning, Charlie felt the warm cum against the back of his throat, and he managed to swallow one, two, three, four, five, six shots. Six thick, warm, salty loads. Charlie moved back off Zak, who was laid back in the chair, eyes closed, gently shaking.

'Are you okay?' Charlie asked.
Charlie had to move closer to hear Zak's response. 'Just go Charlie, please... Just go.'