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Fiction > Cool Fools 2: Loss and Gain
By Sebastien Penn,
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***Again, for those who want gratuitous, non-plot, straight up sex, this story isn"t for you. But if you care to follow a storyline and learn about the characters, I think you will very well enjoy this series. And believe me, when the sex finally comes...it"ll come in a big way***
Woody Anderson had been struggling to push thoughts of his sister’s boyfriend out of his mind for months. When his closest friends revealed their gay tendencies, the eight-grader thought there must be a ‘gay virus’ going around, infecting their minds and polluting their thoughts. Woody could only think of one thing that would surely cure him: he asked Jessica Little, his current girlfriend, to have sex with him. Jessica told him that she was not ready for actual intercourse, but she was willing to give him a blow-up if he gave her one as well. Woody thought this was better than nothing and agreed. After the great experience, Jessica Little told her best friends of Woody’s excellent use of tongue, and Woody found himself even more popular in school than before.
And just like that, Ethan White no longer disturbed his thoughts at night. All of his attention was focused at getting into Jessica Little’s pants. Woody was the stud of the school and thought it was awesome to have someone else play with his dick. He took it as a great challenge to make his girlfriend climax with the skills of his tongue, and he loved lapping up the sweet juices she offered him. Finally a week before the end of eight grade, Jessica let her guard down and opened herself up to him, making him her first lover. And after that amazing experience, Jessica Little recounted to her friends of how Woody had made her cum four times in one night, Woody became the biggest stud entering high school.
The summer was a time of transition for Woody and his sister. Woody was about to enter high school, and Laurie, the valedictorian, was moving to Yale. Woody learned from his sister (not that he was interested to know) that Ethan was staying in town to attend the state’s largest university and continue managing the shop.
One summer night, a week before she left for college, Laurie had called the house and Woody had answered the phone. She told him, “I’ll be home really late tonight. Try to distract mom and dad so they won’t notice I’m gone. And if they ask, say I went to a late night movie.” And so Woody did as his sister asked, and by ten o’clock, his parents asked where his sister was and Woody told them ‘at the movies’ and they went to bed.
Woody went to bed also, but did not go to sleep. He lied in bed flipping through a book of sexual positions, wondering if Jessica was willing to do doggy-style with him. He thought it was certainly one of the coolest sex positions ever invented. Even though his penis was growing hard at the thought of trying out different positions, Woody didn’t bother to play with his penis. He’d rather save it up so that when Jessica sucked him, he could fill her whole mouth, or when he fucked her, he could pull out and spray all over his silky slender body.
After flipping through the book front to back, Woody felt his eyelids drooping and went to sleep at midnight. All too soon, he woke up to the sound of rocks being thrown at his window. Woody stirred and looked at the time and noticed the clock was blinking 5 AM. Rolling out of bed, he pulled up the blinds and saw his sister waving on the front lawn below. As he opened the window, his sister began climbing the tree until she was level with the second floor and started moving out onto the large branch. Woody and his sister had sneaked in and out of the house before when they were younger, but his sister had grown so much compared to the old tree branch, Woody had to wonder aloud, “Can the branch take your weight?”
Laurie scolded, “I’m not that fat, you buttmunch!”
Finally she crawled through in the window, breathing out happily, as her feet landed firmly on the floor.
“You had sex with Ethan, didn’t you?” asked Woody. He could see his sister blushing. “Well, how was it?”
“No way,” scoffed Laurie, “I’m not telling you.”
“Oh, he must be terrible. I knew it.”
“NO! He’s not!” said Laurie crossly. And then her eyes fluttered dreamily, “He’s the greatest lover in the world. I mean, he’s gentle and caring and passionate in the beginning. But then…” Laurie blushed again as she had inadvertently told her brother too much.
“But then what? He poked around a few times, came and fell asleep on you.”
“NO! But then…he starts going rougher, and wilder, and harder and faster and I just lose myself with him…GOD, he is amazing!” Laurie cleared her throat and looked at her brother, “Anyways, I’m going to my room. Thanks for letting me in.”
“No!” Woody grabbed her arm, “I miss this…sharing secrets, sometimes a bit too much secret, with you…You’re leaving soon, and I want to talk to you before you go…”
And so brother and sister lie in bed together, reminiscing about their past, talking about their present, prospecting their future. Woody felt rather nice to be able to talk so casually with his sister. His sister always gave him great advice and reasoning about life. Years ago when questioned whether he should really hang out with the Welling twins because they were really bringing his ‘cool’ factor down, his sister had reasoned that by hanging out with them, he actually looked much cooler in front of them, and so he remained their friends. In fourth grade when he got in trouble at school for picking on a red-haired girl, he was grounded by his parents; but it was his sister who talked to him and saw straight through him: he picked on the girl to get her attention because he liked her. Laurie told him that girls can be very vengeful so he ought to go apologize or the girl would cut off his balls when she got the chance. And so he did. Yes, Woody had learned much about the dynamics of girls and guys from his sister, and he often shared this knowledge with his friends. Now that the two were older, their intimate talks became less frequent, but Woody secretly thanked his sister for making him as confident and as popular with the girls as he is now.
In September of his freshman year, Woody caught Jessica Little kissing a senior boy, Bruno Armstrong, the current star of the high school football team. Woody was definitely the jealous type, but he was too afraid to start a fight with the much burlier linebacker. Woody immediately broke up with Jessica and proceeded to ask out all her closest friends and managed to sleep with all of them by the second date.
One day Jessica had stopped him after school and asked him to take her back. “Bruno’s a good lover, but he’s just not as good as you, Woody,” was the explanation she gave him. So Woody fucked her in the back of her mother’s van, and afterwards, told her that things just wouldn’t work out between them. And after that, he expanded his prowl to all the freshman and sophomore girls. By the end of freshman year, Woody boasted twelve girls on thirty different occasions. Yes, Woody was building himself quite a reputation and he couldn’t wait til sophomore year to continue his legend.
The day after school ended for summer, Ethan White had come over to Woody’s house. His sister Laurie was coming back for the summer vacation, and Ethan wanted to go with the family to pick her up at the airport. Though Woody’s father and mother kept Ethan busy, asking about his first year of college, Woody still felt uncomfortable sitting next to the college boy in the SUV. The recalled the last time they were in a car together; Woody couldn’t stop thinking about the older man afterwards. The young man had managed to go a year without catching the ‘gay virus’, and he didn’t want to catch it again. When they reached the airport, Woody was first to get out of the car.
But as they waited for Laurie’s arrival, Ethan had plopped himself in a seat next to Woody and struck up a conversation with him, “How have you been this past year?”
Woody had no real reason to show Ethan any antagonism. So he answered politely, “Good. Everything’s going pretty steady. Freshman year’s actually a lot better than I thought.”
“I bet,” laughed Ethan, “Heard you’ve been very busy this year.”
Immediately this conversation had become uncomfortable; he had no desire to talk about his sexual promiscuity with the college student. Woody hoped and prayed his sister would appear soon, but half an hour past and Laurie still did not appear from the gate. An hour went by, and his mother read the monitor which informed that Laurie’s flight was delayed. Woody groaned to silently to himself, not sure how long he could stand talking to his sister’s boyfriend.
And then an hour later, people were huddled by the TV screens. Woody now found an excuse to leave his chair and went to find out what all the commotion was about. The news reporter on the TV had told of an airplane crashing in a cornfield in Missouri. The image of the burning plane glared on screen. There were no survivors, said the reporter. Woody’s mother gasped in horror and fell into his father’s arms when she realized the flight number of the crashed airplane matched Laurie’s flight.
“Maybe—she never went on the plane…” his father suggested. But the awful truth was the bodies were identified the next day, and a list was sent out to the media, and the name Laurie Anderson was in the list.
Woody couldn’t believe something like this could happen to his sister; how could God have let it happen? She was beautiful and smart and amazingly kind to everyone. She had such a bright future that could benefit the world…why did God stop her life so short? There was no reason for this; there were millions of bad guys God could have killed. He could gave gotten rids of murders and rapists and terrorists in this world, but instead, God took her. This was the most unjust divine plan of all!
At the funeral and services, Woody found himself sitting next to his sister’s boyfriend. He didn’t know why, but it felt so comfortable to be by his side. And after the services, Woody found himself sitting in his own room, still in the strong, gentle arms of Ethan White. They spent most of the time weeping on each other’s shoulders.
“Why?” Woody cried, “Tell me Ethan…why did God take her so soon?”
“Because,” Ethan dried his eyes and began, “You see, God had been observing Laurie down here for the past nineteen years. He saw her helping out everyone she knew; He saw the great spirit she had and how it can brightened anyone’s mood. So when she was on the airplane nearing the heavens, He sent her up there with Him. He wanted to make her an angel, standing beside Him, watching over the world. I think your sister would have been honored to serve the Lord.”
Woody only began crying more, “You know what I said to her last? I told her to leave me alone…” Woody choked, “We were talking on the phone and she was telling me to stop fooling around so much with the other girls. She said she was disappointed in me…and she said I should take you as an example, cause you’re still dating her even though she’s miles away….But then I told her to shut up and leave me alone. And I hung up on her.” Woody gasped in pain, “God, I was such a fucking asshole…”
“No, you’re not. Your sister knows you follow her advice even when you act out. She knows you’re a good kid, and she’s happy to have you as a brother,” said Ethan, “She’s told me so many positive things about you.”
“Like what?” Woody sniffled.
“Like how you cry in sad movies…yes, I think that’s a positive. Or how you’re always so helpful around the house. But the best thing, she says you make her hot cocoa when she’s sick. She loves you so much, you should know that…” said Ethan quietly, “And what do you like most about her that you’ve never mentioned to her before…”
“I don’t know, tons of things,” sighed Woody, “But I remember this one day after school in fifth grade. I was hanging out with Jimmy, Billy, and Reed on the playground. A gang of bullies came up to us and took Jimmy’s hat and pulled Billy off the monkey bars and chased around Reed. They didn’t bother me because they think I was cool, but of course, I wasn’t gonna let them hurt my friends, so I fought them. But then Laurie came. She was picking me up after school, and she went up to the bullies, and just with this look on her face and the way she was standing, she scared the bullies away. I was trying to sound macho and said that I could have fought them off myself, but I was really glad she came…And I never thanked her for it. I never thanked her for anything she ever did for me.”
“You should tell your parents. I’m sure they’ll love to hear those wonderful stories about her,” suggested Ethan, “In a way, that’ll be like thanking your sister.”
“Why are you like this?” Woody asked.
“Like what?”
“Like this.” Woody said, waving his hand around the vicinity of Ethan’s body, “You’re so fucking nice. No other guy is like you. I mean, you’re a football star who likes comic-books…those two things just doesn’t go together. You were a senior jock who tutored freshmen after practice. You were only second to my sister as valedictorian. You’re good looking and athletic and have such an amazing personality, and you have every reason to gloat about yourself, but you’re so modest. I mean, are you for real?”
“I do consider myself a geek-jock. A cool fool, if you will,” Ethan feigned a smile, “But hey, you haven’t mentioned my perfect set of teeth worth fifteen-hundred dollars according to the dental bill.”
“See even when you’re bragging, it sounds like you’re making fun of yourself,” said Woody, staring at his pearly whites and soon realizing something was missing around it, “Whatever happened to your goatee?”
Ethan touched his lips, “Oh, got rid of it long ago. I only grew it for the King Arthur and the knights of the roundtable play that year.”
“Oh my god! You were the quarterback, president of student government, owner of a comic book store, and thespian in the drama club…how the hell did you find time for all that while dating my sister?”
“Well, she was a cheerleader, vice-president of student gov, frequent shopper at the mall, and avid fan of the drama club…So yeah, we saw each other a lot.” said Ethan and then his voice became more somber, “Listen, your sister really was worried about you hurting some girls’ feelings with what you’re doing, so she asked me to look after you. Now of course, I’m not gonna follow you around and control your whole life, but if you need my help or anything else, I’m more than happy to do so. Is that alright with you, Sherwood?”
The two young men hugged again, and for the first time since Woody could remember, he had no strong reaction against the usage of his proper name.
In his sophomore year, Woody followed his sister’s advice and found a girl named Ashley Lace and took his time in casually dating her. Perhaps it was a bit too casual and too slow for the girl, as she complained that he spent more time at football practice and working out to enhance his physique than spending time with her. She asked him why they always went out according to his timetable, and why he never considered putting time off to go out with her when she was free. He told her if all she did was complain when she was with him, she should go out with someone else…and so she did.
She went out with Bruce Armstrong, the younger brother of the football player with whom Jessica Little cheated last year. Bruce was also one of the bullies who used to pick on Woody and his friends. So naturally Woody and Bruce were mortal enemies, and he knew Ashley was only going out with Bruce to make him jealous. And it worked…
Woody stopped her while she was walking home after school to ask, “Why are you going out with that punk?”
“Because he actually gives a crap about me!” said Ashley.
“He’s a fucking stupid meathead…And alrighty, you got me! I’m jealous. So why don’t you tell him you were only using him, and we can go out to dinner whenever you want…”
“You talking to my girl, there, Woodchuck?” sounded the low gruffly voice of no one else but Bruce Armstrong, his shadow looming behind Woody.
Woody turned around, his fist already clenching. He disliked people calling him by his proper given name, but he detested people who called him Woodchuck, and Bruce and his gang were the only ones who called him that. Woody glared at the much taller footballer player and said, “Ashley, why don’t you just tell Bruce, here, the truth. That you just went out with him to make me jealous.”
“No!” she said “I’m actually going out with him because he treats me properly.”
“See, now why don’t you get outta—” But before Bruce could finish his sentence, Woody’s fist flew at his nose. The bigger boy took a step back and wrinkled his nose and growled, and then he charged forward to knock the smaller boy down. Burce, like his brother Bruno, was over six and a half foot tall and was extremely built. Each of his arms was comparable in size with Woody’s thigh, his torso twice as big as Wood’s, his first three times as big…and so it really wasn’t much of a fight. Woody lied on the ground, his nose bleeding, his face dented, his whole body broken and cracked, and he watched Ashley grab Bruce’s arm and hugged him as they walked away.
****
Woody quickly walked past White Geekz, hoping that Ethan wouldn’t see him and ask him to come in. Woody had no problem with being seen in the comic-book store anymore; it was just that he had more important things in mind, and he would rather not tell anyone—not Jimmy, Billy, nor Reed and especially not Ethan. The store Woody wanted to go to was Sports Fitness Drugstore and he quickly entered it. A bulky bald guy with a rather chiseled good-looks was manning the store and asked if he needed help. Woody shook his head and went searching in the aisle to find what he wanted.
Woody saw a small 100-tablet bottle of creatine supplements and picked it up. But next to it, he noticed a 250-tablet bottle and exchanged it. But at the end of the shelf, he came upon the bottle for 1000-tablets, and Woody quickly snatched that up instead. It was a ridiculously large bottle, but mental arithmetic told him that it was the cheapest per tablet to buy in bulk. He brought it up to the counter just as Ethan White came in.
“Hey, Sher—I mean, Woody. What happened to ya face?” It had been two weeks since Woody was beaten to pulp, and he still had bruising around his eyes and cheeks.
“Tripped…”
“Onto someone’s fists?” Ethan laughed.
“What are you doing here?” Woody didn’t want to sound too annoyed, but he was.
“Oh, buying some icy-hot for my dad,” said Ethan, “What are you buying?” The burly bald guy with chiseled good looks shook the large bottle of creatine. Ethan nodded understandingly, “That’s cool. At least you’re doing it the legal, safe way. Just remember to drink a lot of water. Believe me, they can dehydrate you really quickly. And it’s always a good idea to stretch before and after lifting to prevent cramping…” Ethan seemed so casual about it, Woody wondered why he was so afraid Ethan would find out.
“Yeah. Listen to him,” the burly bald guy said, “I was gonna tell you that. But it’s better to hear from the State Champ, isn’t it?”
“Thanks, Ron,” Ethan winked at the man, “You staying at my place or I’m staying at yours tonight, babe?”
Woody thought he heard wrong. Did Ethan White just ask to sleep over with this guy named Ron? No…No, the better question was…did Ethan White just ask to sleep over with a guy? But then again, Ethan did sound a bit sarcastic, maybe he was only joking and Woody misinterpreted it.
“Your place,” said Ron, “Otherwise we’re gonna have frozen pizza for four nights in a row.”
“Kay,” Ethan slapped two dollars on the counter and leaned over it to kiss the bald man for a quick second. He pulled back and looked and Woody and asked, “I’m dating him. Do you have any questions?”
Woody gulped dryly and shook his head.
“Okay, see you around, buddy,” Ethan walked out with a box of icy-hot and then turned around again, “I might drop by some time. I miss ya mom’s cooking.”
Woody went home with the big bottle of creatine and immediately went downstairs to work out. But of course, his mind was racing with questions. It had been six months since his sister passed away. Shouldn’t Ethan still be mourning? He did after all say Laurie was the greatest girl he ever dated; he said he loved her. So why was he dating again so soon? How long has he been dating that Ron guy? Why was he dating a guy at all? Did a gay virus get him? And could the gay virus be cured once you’ve had sex with a guy. Woody was disgusted by the thought of men having sex with each other. A man and a woman had two perfectly compatible organs that fitted so well together…but a man and a man could only fit where it shouldn’t be stuffed! It’s gross. Why would anyone want to get their penis all covered in shit and crap. Even if they wear a condom, they’ll still have to take it off, won’t they…so they’ll have to touch the feces eventually…After everything, Ethan had plummeted in the negative region of cool points.
****
Woody stood on the porch steps of a dilapidated house and knocked. A moment later, a woman opened the door. She wore a sports bra under sleeveless shirt. She had thick, vein-webbed arms as big if not bigger than Woody’s, and her legs were definitely more ripped than his…more ripped than any woman’s body should be. “Come on in,” she said in a low hushed voice, and Woody quickly entered. The house was dark and dank. The walls were plastered with posters of the bodybuilding woman’s poses. “How much money do ya got?”
“Two hundred,” Woody replied.
“Pills or injection!” she asked.
“What’s the difference?” Woody wondered.
“Injection works better.”
Woody nodded. “Then I want that!”
“Good. With two hundred, that’ll get you two of these. Probably last you two weeks,” she threw the bottles of liquid and a hypodermic needle into a small black bag.
“Thanks,” Woody gave her the money and grabbed the bag and head for the door.
“You know how to use it?”
“I’ll figure it out.”
The door closed behind him. As Woody stepped down the porch and headed to his car parked by the side of the road, he heard an all too familiar voice call out his name, “Sherwood…Woody, over here!”
All Woody wanted was to run for it, dash to Mexico or Canada, but instead he turned to his right to see Ethan White walking up to him. Keep it cool, Woody told himself, maybe he doesn’t know…
“What are you doing here?” Woody asked.
“I live here. I moved out of my parents house after I graduated high school, remember?” said Ethan, “The better question is, what are you doing here…especially coming out of her house…”
“Nothing. Just asking if she wanted to buy something for a fundraiser.”
“I’m not stupid, Sherwood,” Ethan didn’t bother to correct himself, “Why the hell are you buying steroids? Why didn’t you stick to the creatine?”
“It doesn’t help. I’ve tried it for three months already. It doesn’t help!”
“So you’re trying to kill yourself with steroids?” asked Ethan, “You’re in great shape, perfect size for a quarterback. And besides, football season is over. Why do you want to bulk up so badly?”
“Why do you fucking care?” snapped Woody, “You’re not fucking dating my sister anymore. You moved on with your…gay lifestyle. So leave me the hell alone.”
“I would,” said Ethan quietly, “But I care about you too much, Sherwood. You see this ring?” Woody stared at the large gold ring that proved Ethan was a football state champion, “I won this sober and clean. And I’m very proud of it. I don’t want you in two years time, to lead your team into the state tournament, knowing full well that you cheated your way through it. Do you understand?” Ethan sighed, “I don’t care what your reason is…if you want to bulk up, let me help you. If you’re not afraid of…what’s your friends calling it…gay virus…I can be your trainer.”
“What do I do with these?” Woody was referring to the black bag.
Ethan took the bag, “Give me it. I’ll get back your money,” “Maria owes me her life.”
“Really? Why?”
“Heart attacked. I brought her to the hospital. I think it was the steroids…”
****
Woody stood on the porch steps of a small house with white sidings. Before he knocked, he could hear two voices from inside: one of the voices belonged to the owner of this house: Ethan White; and the other voice Woody took a while to recognize as Ron, the burly bald guy from the fitness drugstore.
“…because I just don’t think it’ll work out between us,” sighed Ethan.
“That’s not a good enough reason,” Ron said, “We’ve been having such a great time for months…no fucking arguments at all…we’re getting along great…and then all of a sudden, you now say it won’t work out?”
“I’m really sorry, I really don’t see it going anywhere…”
“What do you mean? I’m asking you to move in with me.” Ron gave a scoff, “As far as I know, that’s one of the biggest steps in a relationship!”
“I’m sorry. That’s all I can say…”
“I’ve been working next door to you for a few years now. I know you so well. I know your type, Ethan. You like the chase…you’re afraid of commitment.”
“That’s not true!”
“Yes it is,” Ron proceeded to explain, “There’s Charlie…going out for nine months…all going so well and you dump her. Then there’s Rebecca…chased her tail for seven months til she finally gives it up and then you dump her the next month. Then there’s Chloe, she maxed out after six months. And finally there’s Laurie, the fluke, she didn’t give it up until a week before she went to college. So you never had the time to break up with her…”
“Shut up! Laurie’s the only person I’ve ever loved.”
“Well, it seems the longer the girl holds out, the more you love ‘em. Isn’t that, right?”
“No, okay?” Ethan said, “That’s not true at all. Come on, I have the same dating record of any guy my age…I mean, I’ve dated four girls in four years…What’s so bad about that? I’m sure other people have worse…”
“You don’t get it, do you?” Ron guffawed, “You’re right. There are loads of people who have worse dating records. But their relationships broke up because someone cheats or because they have a lot of fights or they just can’t stand each other…but all your relationships had gone smoothly until you abruptly decide to call it off!”
“I’m sorry you think that way…”
“I’m sorry you’re denying it,” Ron said, “I just hope you don’t hurt the kid…”
“Who?”
“Who else?...Sherwood or Woody or whatever you call him. You know, the minor you’ve been harboring illegal feelings for…”
Before the door opened, Woody had run back into his car. When Ron stepped out onto the front porch, Woody got back out of the car, pretending to have just arrived. The burly bald man stared at the young kid for a while and shook his head and went down to his car and drove off. Ethan poked his head out and smiled weakly at Woody.
“What’s up?” Woody asked, sounding as casual as possible.
“I just broke up with Ron,” Ethan said.
Woody was surprised that Ethan was at least truthful in telling that. “Things just didn’t work out between you two?”
Ethan stared at Woody for a moment and then nodded, “Exactly.”
For some reason, overhearing the break-up didn’t affect Woody too much. He felt that he would be a hypocrite to judge Ethan. After all, Woody, still a sophomore in high school, had dated fifteen or so girls—if you consider two-nights-stands dating. While Ethan had only 5 lovers even though he was a sophomore in college. That only thing that mattered to Woody was that Ethan did seem to love his sister, Laurie…no matter what Ron said. Woody put himself in Ethan’s shoe: would he be willing to have a long distance relationship with anyone if he wasn’t in love?
The college boy led the high-school boy down the basement. When the lights turned on, Woody marveled at what could only be described as a total fitness gym at home. Though Woody had been training with Ethan for a month now…he was still amazed at all the equipments…pulleys and presses and barbells and weights and treadmills…Woody felt like he needed a membership just to walk down the basement.
Woody was wearing a white wife-beater shirt and Ethan was wearing a snug white T, both able to see the definition of their bodies pretty well. Both bodies were impressive in their own respect. Both arms were strong and shapely, but of course Ethan’s were toner and leaner. Ethan’s shoulders were slightly broader, and Woody’s hips were slimer. Woody’s stomach was hard, flat, and smooth, but Ethan’s abs were more defined. Woody stood slightly hunched compared to Ethan’s perfectly erect stance. Ethan’s legs were thicker and tighter and a bit hairier, but there was one area of their bodies that Woody had Ethan beat...the rear.
As Woody began to squat, with 100 lbs of weight over his shoulders, his legs bending, trying to keep his back straight as he slowly went down and up again. Ethan stood a few feet back, not able to take his eyes off Woody’s round, lifted buttocks…The older boy was both admiring and jealous of the younger boy’s perfect buttocks. A great firm ass like that was God’s gift and was impossible to form by exercise if you didn’t have the package. As Woody’s legs began to wobble and his breathing became more strained, Ethan quickly ran up behind him and supported his trainee’s sides. Woody didn’t know what it was…but the sparks caused by Ethan’s hands always made him push one more time, strain one more crunch, effort one much squat, just one more…even when he was most fatigued…the touch was more powerful than any creatine or performance-enhancer. Woody bellowed one more time as he dipped for another squat and came back up, hooking the bar on the stand. Ethan patted his trainee on the back…and Woody felt all the pain leave from his body.
And now it was Woody’s turn to spot Ethan. The built college student added an extra fifty pounds to the bars before hauling it above his shoulders. Woody hadn’t backed away in time when Ethan took a step back, so the older man could feel the younger man’s privates momentarily ramming up against his buttocks. Woody apologized openly, backing away, but secretly he had done so just to see how Ethan would react. And not disappointingly, Ethan uttered a perfect reaction that made Woody laugh, “Are you happy to see me, or was that a hernia?”
Two hours flew by; both young men were sweating profusely as they concluded their workout with cardio, running beside each other on the treadmills. Woody knew he could not lift as much weigh as the older, stronger man; he could not do as many reps as Ethan could, but Woody considered himself to be a great runner. On the treadmill, there was a chance he could beat Ethan.
Both were football players so both were naturally competitive, so Ethan wasn’t going to be outdone by someone four years younger than he. They both started out at five miles an hour, running that pace for ten minutes or so, and then one of them would press the speed up to 5.5 mph and the other would soon match that. And soon they were edging up to 6 mph. By the time they had seven miles per hour, they could feel acid eating away at their leg muscles, but to forget about the pain, they whipped off their shirts and were striking at the other with it. Of course, this was a dangerous game, but in the excitement of it all, the adrenaline mixed with some kind of sexual tension pumping in their bodies, who had time to stop and think about safety. They were running eight miles per hour now, still snapping their shirts at each other, still watching each other drown in sweat, the stink of their bodies reeking among then, but everything just drove them forward.
Soon they were staring at each other, no longer hitting each other with their shirts, they were just staring, immersed in each other’s colorful eyes…9 miles per hour… the world around them seemed still, they were running on air but swimming in each other’s gaze …until Woody fell backwards and landed several feet away, thankfully cushioned by protective pillows they had placed along the wall just in case.
Ethan let himself fall off the treadmill as well, landing beside the boy on the pillows, both young men heaving with laughter at themselves. “Oh my god. Feel my heart,” Woody told Ethan. The older boy took his shaking arm and laid it on the younger boy’s chest. Woody’s heart was beating so fast, Ethan could almost feel the valves open and contracting as if he was holding the heart in his hand. “Now, let me feel yours…” Woody said softly. Ethan sat up and fought back a sigh of pleasure as he felt the younger boy’s hands slowly slide up his abs to his chest until the palm had cupped a good portion of his bulging pectorals.
Woody sat back up so his face was level with the older man’s. A strand of wet hair covered one side of Ethan’s face and Woody brushed it aside to see it in full view. He studied closely the captivating blue eyes under thick eyebrows, the perfect nose, the cheekbones that gave him a masculine, ruggedness quality, his strong jaw line, a perfect extension to his perfectly sculpted face. Ethan’s mouth was slightly open, showing a little of his upper row of teeth…but it was his lips that caught Woody’s attention…those soft looking, quivering lips. A drop of sweat trickled onto the bottom lip, and Woody could see Ethan’s tongue slightly protruding out to taste it…and that was it….Woody didn’t care what gay virus he caught…he just had to kiss the beautiful man. Closing his eyes, Woody leaned forward and planted his mouth on his trainer’s lips.
The kiss lasted for barely five seconds when the older man pulled away. “No, please don’t…”
“What…I know you want this…” Woody placed one hand at the back of the older man’s head; the other hand he placed firmly on Ethan’s sweaty back, pulling his body closer. And soon, their lips reconnected again.
Ethan knew that if he ended the kiss again, he would only disappoint the boy. But if he gave into the kiss and let it continue, he would only be hurting Woody more. But passion knocked out reason as Woody’s tongue slipped through and found his, as hot saliva exchanged between them, as breathy sighs steamed their noses. Ethan knew it would soon be a mistake but he went for it. Ethan’s hands groped at the younger boy’s slender sides, slowly sliding towards his back, holding him as their bodies reclined on the pillows, as Ethan spread his weight onto of the younger man. Their legs were now tangled like ivy vines, strapping about in impossible fashion, and the members between their legs were suddenly alive. As their kiss grew deeper and more passionate, both could feel their straining members gliding on top of one another under their shorts.
This was just a kiss…Ethan mind was contradicting itself…he shouldn’t even be kissing the younger boy at all. But at least it hadn’t transitioned into anything else. It was still wrong that he was kissing him. But as long as they were only kissing, Ethan reasoned it was fine to let it continue.
Woody’s hands now explored the slick vastness of the older man’s muscle-lined back, feeling every bump and groove of the strong foundation, sliding ever so slowly down to his waistband, then venturing further under the black shorts to feel at the man’s firm buttocks. Woody would soon regret what he was going to do next, but at the moment it came instinctively. Woody spread Ethan’s cheeks apart and had slipped a finger in the damp crevice of the man’s rear end.
And that was it. It had transitioned into something else. Ethan hoisted himself away from the younger man, pulling himself back several feet and shaking his head, “No, this is wrong. This is wrong!”
“Come on,” Woody frowned, “What’s the matter?”
“I shouldn’t have led you on like this…”
“It’s my choice. I want to do this…” Woody touched Ethan’s cheeks.
But the older man knocked his hand aside, “No, I can’t let you. It’s not right. You’re the brother of the girl I loved. I can’t betray her like that…”
“My sister would have wanted us both to be happy…” said Woody, “And I know…I know you like me. And I think…I like you too…a lot. Not because of some stupid gay virus either.”
“No, but you see. We aren’t allowed to do this,” Ethan said, “If you could wait til you’re eighteen…then maybe we could start something…”
“Oh my god. Is that what you’re scared of? You’re afraid of being thrown in jail?” Woody flipped the middle finger at Ethan, “I fucking touched your ass crack with this finger. You know how fucking nasty I usually think that is…but I fucking touched your asshole anyway…and you’re too damn afraid of being known as a pervert. I’m sorry, but you fucking already are. Don’t you ever talk to me again, or I’m will call the police.”
Woody shot straight up and ran to the staircase, dodging all the treadmills and equipments. Ethan ran after the younger man, but really had no will to stop him. Instead, the college boy just followed the high-schooler up the stairs and watched as he ran out without a shirt to his car.
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