Canyon Lake Blues 2

Kelly couldn't forget the way Wyatt had eyed him in the cafeteria. What on earth would Wyatt Kaplan, a.k.a. "Captain Kaplan", want with a fairy like him?! 
Kelly was a bit of a smart-ass, often unleashing a barage of sarcastic insults on people who got on his nerves - bottom-line, Kelly may be a cock-loving panty-waist, but he was cool under pressure and didn't take shit from anyone. But, now, even Kelly had to admit to himself that Wyatt's unwarranted attention had unnerved him. By the end of the lunch hour, he was convinced that he knew what Wyatt was up to. Wyatt must be setting him up for a bashing. Nothing of the sort had happened in Canyon Lake before, but there was always a first time. That was it. Wyatt must want to bash his head in. Why else would he even dare to make eye contact with someone like Kelly?

Now, as Kelly stared absentmindedly into his open locker, he was afraid. He needed to steer clear of the jocks in general. There was no telling whose help Wyatt had enlisted.

"What are staring at, Fiore? You put up pink wallpaper in there or something?"

Wyatt's voice jolted Kelly out of his reverie and he jumped, startled. As he turned to face his nemesis, his face burned hot red with embarassment from not having time to compose himself. He didn't like to appear vulnerable and weak at all, and just now, he had jumped about ten feet into the air like a little pansy.

He turned and met the other boy's eyes, determined not to let his fear show.

"Why do you ask? Are you taking down your cowboys and indians?", he replied coolly.

A small grin claimed Wyatt's luscious lips and Kelly began to feel a little weak in the knees at the sight of this Adonis. "You always got a smart answer, don't you, Fiore? Think you're too good to talk to me?"

"Anyone with half a brain would be too good to talk to you, Wyatt. And quit calling me by my last name. I'm not in the army."

The smile slid from Wyatt's face and his features went hard. Kelly thought to himself, Oh no, I went and done it. I've pissed him off.

"You seem a little bitchy today, Fiore. Is it that time of the month?"

With an impatient sigh, Kelly slammed his locker door shut, pushed past Wyatt into the hallway, and said defensively, "I have nothing more to say to you. Please leave me alone." 

Wyatt ran to catch up with him. "Well, I got something to say to you. I need to talk to you for a second."

Kelly laughed out loud. "You think that I'm so stupid that I'm going to fall for that?! You're loopy!"

Wyatt reached out and roughly grabbed Kelly by the elbow. "Im serious, Kelly. I need to talk to you."

Kelly looked into Wyatt's eyes, yanking his arm free. "What is it? And make it quick. I need to get home."

"Let me give you a ride. My truck is parked in the front."

Kelly shook his head in amazement. Wyatt had some nerve! 
"Hell no!", he exclaimed increduously. "I'm not going anywhere alone with you! If you have something to say, say it right here!"

Wyatt shuffled nervously from one foot to the other, all the while his eyes darting about to catch whomever may be listening to their conversation. 

He lowered his voice and appealed to Kelly. "Look, Kelly, what I have to say can't be said here. Just trust me. I'll take you home and we can talk in the truck. Please?"

Kelly studied the jock's face for a moment. Wyatt was one hot-ass son-of-a-bitch. He had short, spiky brown hair and a body that even all the other jocks envied. He was perfect, too perfect. This was a trap - it had to be!

Wyatt's dark brown eyes searched Kelly's for any sign that he might change his mind, but Kelly's next move proved otherwise. 

Kelly shook his head from side to side and replied defiantly, "I said no, Wyatt. Hell no. Get away from me. Go bug some other faggot."

Wyatt's face hardened, a sign that he was getting angry, and reached out again, gripping Kelly's arm so tight it felt like the circulation had been cut off. "Listen here, you little cock-sucking pansy - quit acting like a fucking tight-ass bitch! All I want to do is talk to you!"

Kelly's eyes widened at the malicious tone to Wyatt's voice. His arm was throbbing madly. Why hadn't kept his big mouth shut? 

With a mighty tug, Kelly freed his arm from Wyatt's iron grip, and tore down the hall with the same fervor as one fleeing a burning building. He had angered Wyatt. What in the hell was he going to do now?!

As Wyatt watched Kelly run down the hall, he could have kicked himself. He hadn't meant to scare Kelly; his temper just got the best of him sometimes. 

Then, Wyatt had an idea. He knew where Kelly lived. He and the boys had scoped out all the homes of the gay kids in their school for occasional eggings and drive-by insults. He could run to his truck and follow Kelly home. Kelly only lived a few blocks away and walked to and from school everyday. 

Yeah, that's it, Wyatt thought. I'll just catch up with him and apologize. And as soon as we kiss and make up, I'm going to fuck the ever-loving shit out of him!

With a wicked grin, Wyatt ran down the same hallway as the object of his lust. He knew he could convince Kelly to sleep with him; afterall, he was Wyatt Kaplan, the most desired guy in school. What pillow-biting faggot wouldn't want his 10 1/2 inch cock plugging his ass?! Kelly would comply and when he did, he would beg for more!

Wyatt's dick got hard just thinking about Kelly lying naked on his back, legs up in the air, and his tight boy twat stuffed full of jock dick. He could just imagine how that little piggy would squeal! 

As he climbed into his truck, he was tempted to whip out his monster rod right there and treat himself to a little afternoon delight, but he decided against it. He needed to save his load for Kelly's ass and mouth. If he was going to catch up with him, he had to leave right now.

Wyatt tore out of the parking lot and into the street, scaring a few pedestrians along the way. Wyatt was not aware of anyone or anything else at that moment in time. All he could think about was how Kelly would look down on his knees in front of Wyatt, his full, pink lips wrapped around his cock...

Wyatt drove his truck like a madman, fueled by his lust and desire. It no longer sufficed to just dream about being with a guy. It was time to turn that fantasy into a reality!