Canyon Lake Blues: Chapter 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 barrage 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 embarrassment 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. Kelly 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."

Laughing out loud, Kelly whooped, "You think that I'm so stupid that I'm going to fall for that?! You're coo-coo for cocoa puffs!"
Wyatt reached out and roughly grabbed him by the elbow. "I’m serious, Kelly. I need to talk to you."
"What is it?” questioned Kelly suspiciously. “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. This boy had some nerve! "Hell no!” he exclaimed incredulously. "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!

Meanwhile, Wyatt's dark brown eyes searched Kelly's for any sign that he might change his mind, but Kelly's next move proved otherwise. 
Shaking his violently, he replied defiantly, "I said no, Wyatt. Hell no! Get away from me and go bug some other faggot."

The jock’s face hardened, a sign that he was getting angry, and he 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,” he hissed, “Quit acting like a high-strung 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, just intimidate him a little. He thought Fiore would be turned on by that domineering shit. Well, either way, he had run Kelly off and now he needed a plan to get to Kelly once more. Just then, he knew exactly what he had to do- he’d follow Kelly home and talk to seduce at his house. He knew where Kelly lived; he and the boys had scoped out all the homes of the losers and ejects in their school for occasional eggings and drive-by insults. 

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; after all, 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 maniac fueled by lust and desire. It no longer sufficed to just dream about being with a guy; it was time to turn that dream into a reality!