Canyon Lake Blues 5

"Where in the hell did Kaplan go?", asked Adam Beach from the passenger side of Zane Morrison's older, worn red convertible. 

"Don't know; said he some shit to do," replied Zane. Then both boys looked at each other, grinning like the cat that ate the canary.

In unison, they burst out, "Pussy!". They cracked up and Adam mused, "I womder who it is this time...?"

"Who knows?"

Adam began to guess. "Linda...?"

"Nope, he did her," replied Zane flippantly.

"Theresa...?"

"Nope, did her, too."

"Suki?"

"Did her last week. Said she was lousy, by the way. Asked him for his letter jacket and some other crazy shit-"

"Speaking of crazy shit," interrupted Adam suddenly, "why is Wyatt's truck at that cunt's house?!"

"What?", Zane looked out the window and saw what had stunned Adam. Wyatt's blue truck was sitting in Kelly Fiore's driveway. Both boys looked at each other again,wondering why in the hell Wyatt would even set foot in that house. Judging from all the guys Kelly had been rumored to be with, that whole place must smell like ass!

"Pull in, pull in," ordered Adam. "Let's check it out."

Zane did as Adam told him and pulled alongside Wyatt's truck. He turned off the engine and both boys climbed out, heading for Kelly's front door.

Upstairs in the Fiore household, Wyatt and Kelly lat silently, neither one sure of what to say. Kelly's head was resting on Wyatt's chest and his silky, light-brown hair was splayed across Wyatt's chisled pecs. He absentmindedly played with one of Wyatt's nipples and Wyatt was absentmindedly running his fingers through Kelly's locks. The two boys lay there, confused, yet content with each other's company. Neither of them were sure what to do, but Wyatt knew that he didn't want to be anywhere else but where he was at that moment.

The loud, house-rattling knocking at the front door rudely broke them out of their reverie, however, and when Wyatt recognized the voices shouting his name, his heart sunk to his feet.

"Yo, Kap! Get out here, man!" yelled Zane, his voice easily heard by those inside thanks to Kelly's open bedroom window.

Kelly rolled off Wyatt and watched him, waiting. It was over. Their perfect moment was over. Wyatt would leave now and make up some lame excuse to save face with his friends. He would be back, Kelly was sure; he'd come back around but be much more secretive about it. He would be Wyatt Kaplan's dirty little secret.

Although Wyatt was pondering the same notion as Kelly, he chose not to act on it. He was not looking forward to facing his friends but here they were and he had to be a man about it. After what he'd experienced with Kelly, he was ready to face the music, even if he lost a few cool points along the way. Sure, the guys might label him a fag, but they had not experienced Kelly Fiore; Wyatt had. He knew that if either Adam or Zane had had the opportunity to fuck Kelly, they'd fall for his hot ass, too. 

Steeling himself for the confrontation, Wyatt sat up on the side of the bed and eased himself into his jeans. He sauntered over to the open window, exuding a devil-may-care confidence he didn't quite feel. 

"Shut your cakeholes! You're making too much damn noise!" he yelled down to his two friends. 

They looked up, startled to see Wyatt standing shirtless in front of Kelly's bedroom window. If they didn't know any better, it looked as if Wyatt had been pounding the mattress with that faggot Fiore!

Despite his shock, Adam managed to ask, "What in the world are you doing here?!"

"And where is your shirt?" added Zane.

In his head, Kelly's inner-bitch was itching to answer those questions: "ME!", he wanted to shout. And it would be worth it to see the looks on those self-centered jocks faces if he were to walk stark-naked over to the window and toss Wyatt's shirt down at them!

Wyatt forced himself to look as nonchalant as he possibly could. "What's it look like?"

"Well," replied Zane haltingly, "It looks like you...you know..."

"What? Like I what?"

"Like...um...", stammered Adam. "Like you... and Fiore were..."

"Fucking? Yeah, so?" countered Wyatt defensively. On the outside, he appeared as cool as ever. On the inside, he was shaking in his boots.

"Were you?!" exclaimed Adam and Zane increduously. They couldn't believe their ears!

"Look, man, just get the hell out of there and come with us, ok? I don't know what the hell that bitch put in your drink, but he's messing with your head!". Zane was worried. Wyatt would be the laughing-stock of Canyon Lake High if this got out! He and Adam had to do damage control and quickly! 

Adam continued the rescue effort. "Come on down, Wyatt. Whatever happened in there, stays in there, ok?" He couldn't see Kelly, but he knew he was there, so he added, "Right, Kelly? You won't say shit about this, right?" His voice had a menacing tone to it, which Kelly did not appreciate. Fuming, he eyed his black belt on the floor next to his nightstand. Didn't those bastards know that with the mere flick of his wrist, he could temporarily paralyze each of them? It was so tempting not to use those jock assholes as martial arts practice dummies! 

Wyatt was tempted to go. His friends were offering him a pardon of sorts and he may not get this chance again. If he turned them down to lay in bed with Kelly, he might lose it all - his friends, his reputation...his pride. He was that close to taking Adam and Zane up on their offer, but then he looked at Kelly.

Kelly was lying on his side, facing the other direction. Kelly's smooth, milky skin looked as good as it felt. His ass, the best ass Wyatt had ever seen in his entire life, was so round, so firm...so perfectly made for his dick. At that thought, Wyatt's manhood began to rise in his jeans. He wasn't going anywhere. Not for now, at least.

He cursed silently to himself and he cursed Kelly for being so damn sexy. 

"I'll catch up with you guys later, ok?", he yelled to his dumbfounded buddies. "I got some stuff to do."

"Stuff to do". Zane and Adam knew what that meant. Wyatt wanted to get back to fucking Kelly! They couldn't believe that he had passed them up - not to mention a grand opportunity to save face - in favor of sexing up Kelly Fiore! 

Stunned speechless, both boys walked back to Zane's car in a stupor, and pulled away, leaving Wyatt with his male lover. 

Wyatt remained at the window, watching his closest friends drive away, wondering if he'd just shot himself in the foot. He had actually rebuffed his best buddies in favor of slapping skin with Kelly Fiore. Kelly Fiore! A gay guy that he and his friends were supposed to hate! And now, here he was, in Kelly's bedroom, watching his last chance at redemption drive away in a beat-up red convertible.

Well, he had made his choice and he wanted to enjoy it. Kelly had rolled over to face Wyatt and was now watching him take off his pants. 

"Why'd you do it?" he asked as Wyatt climbed into bed next to him. "Do you have any idea what's going to happen to you now? They'll tell everyone; it'll get around that you slept with me and you'll become as much a social pariah as I am now."

Wyatt didn't answer immediately. He met Kelly's curious gaze as he sorted through his jumbled thoughts. 

"I don't know," he finally answered. "Do we really have to talk about this? I didn't come here so you could psycho-analyze me."

Kelly sighed. "Fine. Whatever. You dug your own grave, though. Don't say I didn't warn you. You'll be stuck eating lunch with either me or the chess team until May."

"The only thing I want to put in my mouth right now is this," Wyatt shot back, reaching out to wrap his hand around Kelly's flacid cock. He began to kiss Kelly's neck as his hand slid up and down, softly, slowly, gently. Kelly closed his eyes and took it all in, moaning softly. Wyatt was getting even more turned on by the second by Kelly's sexy, breathy moans. He sounded as hot as looked and felt! No wonder he got a lot of dick - Wyatt himself had knowingly turned down his friends, thus throwing his own reputation out the window, for sex with Kelly!

He decided to up the ante a bit by quickening his movements along Kelly's shaft, and whispering in his ear, "When I'm done making you cum, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, doggy-style."

Between moans and groans of ecstacy, Kelly gasped, "You're so romantic, Wyatt."

"It's not about romance, baby," Wyatt retorted. "It's about fucking." He released his grip on Kelly's dick and climbed over him so they were face to face. 

"Let's clear this up, right here, right now," he continued. "There will be none of that emotional shit, you got that? We fuck and that's it!"

The two boys stared intently into one another's eyes as Wyatt waited for an answer. Funny...Wyatt had never noticed how blue Kelly's eyes were. When they were fucking earlier, his eyes had looked almost sky blue. Now, they were dark like sapphires and there was a sharp glint in them.

"Do you honestly believe that I actually like you?" hissed Kelly at the boy above him. "Do you?! You're an arrogant, pig-headed asshole who thinks he's God's gift to the world! You're a no body, Wyatt! You and everyone else in this shithole of a town is a no body! You're all a bunch of fucking no bodies, and I, for one, can't wait until I graduate so I can get the hell out of here!"

"Is that why you do what you do? Why you mess around with all those guys?", Wyatt asked quietly, not disputing Kelly's heated outburst.

"Hell, I don't know! I just do. I like sex and having a boyfriend to bitch in my ear is too much of a hassle, so I fuck around. No big deal!"

"So you hook up just to have sex then? Just like what we're doing?"

"Yeah, basically..."

"So that's it then - no emotional crap? We can just fuck, right?"

"Yeah, whatever, Wyatt."

"Good. Just as long as we're both straight on this."

Kelly felt a wicked grin creep across his face when Wyatt said the word "straight". 

"Actually, Wyatt...we're not!"

Wyatt grinned back at Kelly. "Speak for yourself, you homo!"

He refocused his attention on Kelly's now-softening dick.

"Mmmmm...," Kelly moaned as Wyatt's warm, leathery tongue slid up the length of his hardening member. "You've been shirking your duites, Kaplan! Get to work!"

Wyatt said nothing, already obliging Kelly's wishes. He licked Kelly's cock like it was a lollipop, his favorite flavor. He flicked his tongue across the piss-slit, eagerly lapping up the oozing pre-cum. He slid his tongue up and down one more time before taking Kelly's impressive nine inches into his mouth.

When Wyatt engulfed his entire cock, Kelly knew that he could die happy right at that moment. As the jock deep-throated him expertly, Kelly gave himself over to Wyatt's pleasures totally. Wyatt gave the best head he'd ever received, which was surprising considering that this was Wyatt's first sexual encounter with another guy. He took to sucking Kelly's cock like a duck to water - he was a natural. 

Man, thought Kelly. This guy's been wasting his life away with girls this whole time! What in the hell was he thinking?!

Wyatt had the same thought. No girl, no matter how cute or easy, had ever been this good! Why had he avoided this for so long? He could have had Kelly before. He knew that though Kelly disliked him, he was physically attracted to him, as well. And then there was freshman year in biology when the two had been lab partners for four weeks. They had gotten along quite well, and had a blast making sound effects for the frog dissesction, much to the disgust of Mrs. Novitske. Of course, Wyatt had been a much nicer person back then, new to the whole jock-popularity thing. Kelly had invited Wyatt to come over to his house to hang out after their lab time had ended and Wyatt had decided to take him up on it. But once Adam had found out, he'd quickly squashed what little bit of a relationship had blossomed between the two boys.

"Are you nuts?!" he'd said to Wyatt. "That kid is a fag! An honest-to-goodness cocksucking fag! If you're seen with him outside school, everyone will think you're a fag, too!"

"But, Adam, he's actually pretty cool-"

"No! Don't hang out with him unless you want the girls to think you're a fag! No girl will even go near you if they think you like dick!"

"But, I don't, I just think Kelly's a cool guy-"

"He's a fucking panty-waist fag! Don't even go near him!"

Wyatt had complied and had avoided Kelly like the plague. To cover up his guilt, he'd started making fun of Kelly, hoping that no one would remember how well they'd gotten along as lab partners. 

What a mistake that was! he thought, as he continued to feverishly suck Kelly's cock, his own growing hard between his legs. I could have been hitting this for a while now!

Kelly's moans were becoming deeper and louder. He was ready to cum.

"Wyatt, uh...take your mouth off...I'm gonna shoot..."

Wyatt took his mouth off briefly to reply, "Do it," and then returned to his lusty task.

Kelly's eyes widened and his moans became yells as he emptied himself into Wyatt's waiting mouth. Wyatt was swallowing his jizz! Every drop of it, down the hatch! He was shocked!

Wyatt gulped down every bit of Kelly's cream, relishing the deliciousness of it. Yeah, he'd wasted a hell of a lot of time and now he was going to make it up to Kelly. 

He seperated himself from Kelly's cock and moved up to lay beside him again.They were both exhausted and spent. He buried his face in Kelly's neck and threw an arm protectively across Kelly's slight chest as they fell into a deep, fitful sleep.