Canyon Lake Blues 4

JAMES / OCTOBER 2000

James Kaplan stood outside the door to the teacher's lounge, wondering if he should proceed. It had seemed like a good idea at the time - sneak into the teacher's lounge and leave a bunch of garphic pornos on the coffee table; but now, he was having regrets. He was already in trouble for being caught eating out Madeline Richards in the janitor's closet. He was still serving detention for that and was still grounded at home - damn, he missed his Playstation! He looked down the hall to his look-outs, Dave Holt and Jeremy Anhalt. Jeremy was grinning like a Cheshire cat, as ususual, and Dave looked back at him, mouthing the word, "Go!", gesturing towards the door at James' back.

Sighing, James knew it was already too late. He had to go ahead with the plan. If he didn't, Dave and Jeremy and all the other junior varsity football players would tag him as a pansy. He had been lucky, so far. He had quickly become the star of the freshman/spohmore football team and had created a lot of buzz. So much that people who had never bothered to go to the freshman games, let alone think about them, were now showing up to see the boy everyone called "The Rocket". James had a reputation to uphold and if that meant dropping nudie magazines in the teacher's lounge, well, then, so be it!

James turned and slowly, quietly opened the door. The outer room was empty. He stepped inside and silently closed the door behind him. He kneeled on the floor and fumbled with the zipper to his back pack. Damn thing was always stuck! After a minute, the zipper released it's stubborn grip on the plastic lining that had gotten caught between it's teeth, and James reached into the pack, pulling out a large stack of pornos. He set them on the floor beside him, and pulled out even more. The porn was a combination of gay, straight, bi, and lesbian porn that Jeremy had gotten from his cousin's sex store in Rapid. They were throw-aways. Jeremy's cousin had over-stocked and had willingly handed them over to Jeremy, for a price. Jeremy never did say how exactly his cousin had asked him to pay...

James removed each one of the magazines that lay on the coffee table and replaced them with the pornos. He took the other magazines and dropped them into his backpack, and zipped it back up. They would be thrown away somewhere else. He stood and swung his bag over his shoulder, ready to get the hell out of there, when he heard a noise. It sounded a little bit like the noises Madeline had made when he had eaten her out...like moans, sexual moans...

James turned towards the only other door in the room, the door to the co-ed bathroom. Every fiber in his being was screaming at him to get the hell out of there, but his feet led him in the opposite direction. He reached out and slowly turned the knob, carefully opening the door just a bit so that who ever was inside wouldn't know that he was there. What he saw shocked him!

He was right about it being a moan, and a sexual one at that. But what he didn't bank on was that it was a man moaning, not a woman...and that another man was responsible for making him moan!

It was Mr. Winters, an 11th grade World Literature teacher, and the principal, Mr. Anhalt! Mr. Winters wasn't married and there had been rumors about his sexuality, so seeing him in this situation didn't exactly surprise James. It was seeing Mr. Anahlt sitting on the toilet, legs spread wide open, while Mr. Winters' head bobbed up and down in between them that shocked James. Mr. Anhalt was a married man! Mr. Anhalt was Jeremy's uncle!

James knew he should shut the door and leave, but he couldn't. He remained there, transfixed, staring at the one man giving another man head. He couldn't quite see Mr. Winters' mouth on the principal's penis, but he could imagine it. He continued to watch until Mr. Anhalt's face tightened up. 

"I'm gonna blow, Steven!", the principal grunted to his partner on the floor. Mr. Winter's merely continued, not taking his mouth off the shooting cock. James was mesmerized! Mr. Winters' was swallowing the principal's cum! 

As Mr. Anhalt's body stopped spazing and Mr. Winters had finally taken his mouth off the principal's dick, James' own body began to work once more. He shut the door quietly, hoping that neither one had seen him, and backed away from it. He looked down at his crotch was surprised to see that his own cock was hard. Hell no! thought James. I did not get aroused by watching two fags going at it!

But, he had, and now, he had to get rid of his hard-on before either one of those men came out of the bathroom, and before he stepped into the hallway. James racked his brain, but the only images he could conjure up were those that he just witnessed! Suddenly, another image arose in James' mind, one that made him groan. He had to stop thinking about sex! However, the unthinkable happened. The mental image of Madeline Richards standing over him with her exposed pussy wide open made his member deflate rather quickly. James stared in amazement as his penis once again became flacid.

"I don't have time to think about what this could mean!", he whispered to himself. "I have to get out of here!"

He quickly, opened the door and let himself out of the teacher's lounge, making sure not to create any noise. He started to walk away rapidly, his feet gathering speed. Soon, he broke out into a full-on run, tearing past Jeremy who was slumped against the wall alone, waiting for him. Dave was no where in sight. Jeremy looked up in time to see James fly past and ran to catch up with him.

"Whoa, whoa! Slow down, buddy! I ain't no match to race the the Rocket!"

James stopped in his tracks, barely out of breath and looked at Jeremy. 

"What's the matter, Jimmy? You look like you've seen a ghost!", questioned the older boy.

James remembered what happened in the teacher's lounge...the two men getting it on, and how the thought of Madeline, which would normally make him hard, had made him go soft instead...

But there was no way he would tell Jeremy any of this! No one in Canyon Lake High, or Canyon Lake, for that matter, could know!

"Naw, man, I just...I just don't wanna get caught, that's all. I can't afford to get into any more trouble.", James replied.

Jeremy laughed, and slapped James on the back. It was meant to be playful, but Jeremy practically knocked the wind out of him. "Shit, man, they ain't gonna know who did it! But they will be pissed, that I can tell you for sure!" 

"Yeah, I know. I just don't want any more trouble with my folks...you know, with what's going on right now, and all."

The smile slid off Jeremy's handsome face and his expression became somber. Everyone knew that James' folks were headed for a divorce. Sometimes they fought so loud that neighbors had called the police, fearing that someone in the Kaplan household would get hurt. Jeremy's own parents had split up in a similar situation and he knew what James was going through. He truly felt sorry for the kid.

"Yeah...well, you know what? We ain't got time to think about that shitty mess right now - we got some celebrating to do!" Slapping James on the back again, his grin returned and the two started off down the hall. "Let's get the hell out of here!"

It didn't matter that it was only lunchtime and that the school had a closed-campus policy for freshman. James was "one-of-the-guys" and ran with an older crowd. It afforded him rights that all of the freshman dreamed about. No, he could never tell anyone what he had seen and about how it had made him feel - not even Jeremy, who was always willing to listen to him vent about his parents. He wasn't going to jepordize his status and reputation. He was the fucking envy of the entire freshman class!

"Where did Dave go?", he asked a still-smiling Jeremy. 

"He went to get the booze for tonight. He's setting everything up."

The Holt residence was the designated party house, since Dave's parents were always out of town on business.

"You ready for tonight, Rocket Man?", Jeremy asked him as they joined Ben Wilson, a sophmore, and Devon Todd, a junior, at his beat-up Jeep Cherokee.

"Oh, yeah!", replied James with feigned enthusiasm. "I'm gonna party 'til I puke!"

The other guys laughed and Ben remarked, "Well, you better save room for Sheila Harris! Word around the girls' locker room is that she's gonna make a beeline for you tonight!" Ben was the only one with a serious girlfriend, Monica Geary, and she had proved useful to the other guys. She listened to the gossip in the girl's locker room and reported her findings to Ben and the other guys. This had helped many a guy score without having to sweat a girl!

James was stunned. Sheila Harris was a junior, and one of the hottest girls in school. What would she want with a little frosh like him?! Then he remembered - he wasn't just a freshman, he was the stand-out star of the freshman/sophmore football team; he was James "The Rocket" Kaplan. He was a fucking somebody!

James just smiled and said nothing. The other boys took it as a sign of bravado and cheered him on, each taking a turn to slap him on the back as a sort of congratulations. 

Yeah, thought James. I can't let any of this go for what I think I might feel. What I have is real, not speculation, and I'm not giving it up!

WYATT & KELLY

Wyatt felt Kelly's body responding favorably to his advances, and decided to take it one step further. Ever so slowly, he slid his right hand down Kelly's backside until it rested upon his round, firm ass. He gave it a couple of light squeezes and Kelly moaned into his mouth. Yeah, thought Wyatt, he wants it bad! 
He broke the kiss reluctantly and pulled his face away from Kelly's, never removing his hand from Kelly's ass. Kelly still had his eyes closed, as if he were asleep. Wyatt plunged on, not wanting to waste this golden opportunity.

"Where's your bedroom?" he asked the still-dazed boy.

"What...huh?" Kelly's eyes fluttered open and he looked back at Wyatt, trying to make sense of the situation. He had slapped Wyatt and then screamed at him to leave...and now this...he was in Wyatt's strong arms and his lips hurt...what had happened? And then he remembered - Wyatt had kissed him! It happened so fast that Kelly had wondered if it was just some weird, mid-afternoon dream. But, no...he was very much awake and this was very much real. He had allowed himself to be taken by surprise and he hated that! Kelly never, never let people catch him off guard, but somehow Wyatt had and Kelly was livid.

Breaking out of his reverie, he disengaged himself from Wyatt's embrace and made a decision. This guy thinks he's in control, Kelly mused. I'll let him think that, but from now on, I'll call the shots!
With a coy smiled, Kelly answered Wyatt's question with one of his own. "How badly do you want to know?"

Smiling, Wyatt took a step towards Kelly, hooking one arm around his slim waist. 

"Bad enough to fuck the shit out of you right here!" He leaned in and licked Kelly's left ear, which sent shivers through his body and sent Kelly's strong resolve out the window. To hell with being in control! He just wanted that jock dick inside him! 

"Aw shit, I'm going to regret this!", Kelly whined.

"Hell, baby, you'll be begging for more!"

Kelly pulled loose from the football player, grabbed his hand, and led him quickly up the stairs to his bedroom. Once there, Wyatt gathered Kelly into his arms for another passionate kiss. Then, they pulled away from one another, eager and hungry for one another's bodies. Their eyes met and slowly, Kelly lifted his t-shirt over his well-defined abs and up and over his head. When he went for his jeans, he was interrupted. 

"Wait - I'll do that," Wyatt offered. He lightly pushed Kelly onto the end of the bed and knelt before him.

Kelly's torso was slim, but, damn, was he fit! mused Wyatt. He definitely liked what he saw and he wanted to see more! His eyes fell upon the sun emblem tattoo painted around Kelly's navel, and the shiny silver piercing there. Leaning forward, Wyatt flicked his tongue across the piercing, making Kelly gasp. Encouraged, he continued. As he pressed his face into Kelly's midsection, tonguing his navel, he slid one hand up Kelly's smooth, hairless chest and started playing with his nipples. Kelly moaned breathlessly as Wyatt mercilessly waged his assault on him. This felt so good! If this was any indicator of things to come, then this was shaping up to be the best fuck he'd ever received!