The Greatest Force Ch. 04

Alec and I lay side by side on his unmade bed. He stared up at nothing while I musingly stroked my finger against his cheek and picked up on every detail of his face.

A part of me hated myself for doing this almost every night. Who was I? Was I the well-respected bully with the reputation at school or was I this? This curious, loving, gentle, transformed guy with Alec? Every time I came to see him, I turned into someone else, and my mind had a difficult time differentiating between which one was the real me and which one was an act.

"Someone asked me why I still go to school everyday," I said. "I wonder the same about you."

Alec laughed shortly, and then his face fell. "It's lonely here." He stared at the ceiling without blinking. "At least there're people at school. Yeah, they kill me, but at least there're people. Something."

I searched the lines on his face, never looking away.

"I know why you come to school everyday." He said, turning to me.

"Oh, yeah?" I said, challenging him.

"Yeah. You're escaping something too. Something's not right. You wanna get away, don't you? I see it in you. In everything about you. You're at war with yourself."

We stared at each other with blank faces.

"And you'd rather be laughed at by thousands of people rather than hide away in your house, then? You'd rather be degraded every day, is that it? You some kind of masochist?" The attack was unintentional. My mind was trying to come up with anything to avoid answering him, for having me figured out.

Alec looked me in the eye with his lips slightly parted. "Sorry."

"Don't act like you have me all figured out, Alec. You don't know me. You don't know anything, you hear me?" I rose like a lion, arching my back and supporting myself with my arms and climbing on top of him. He didn't move and followed my gaze. My temper was hot and I could feel myself burning out of embarrassment and vulnerability.

My voice grew stronger. "You don't needa know about me. You just needa be available when I want you to be available."

Alec gritted his teeth. "What am I to you, Jett? Your whore? Your bitch? What's our relationship? Are you doing this for the both of us or are you doing this for you?" he slammed his hands against my chest, but I didn't budge. Suddenly I became aware of what I had been saying and where it was leading.

"Get out. I don't need you." Alec's voice shook. "I don't need any of this, I don't need anyone!! Get out!!" he furiously punched at my arms on the verge of breaking down. I held him down as hard as I could and yelled at him to look at me while he shook his head from side to side, not wanting to listen.

"God dammit!" I kept his arms down with my forearms and held his head still between my hands. "I'm sorry, Alec, I'm sorry! I don't know why I said that, please," my face was weary with desperation. I was so angry with myself. Alec was pounded with confusion and the inability to understand, and he helplessly stopped struggling and unintentionally pouted.

"I like you so much, Jett. I hate myself for liking you, I hate it, I hate it! I don't know what to believe anymore, I'm so tired of feeling like this." He breathed hard and his chest twitched. I knew what was happening and gently placed a hand over his heart, moving it in warm circles. He slowly calmed down and let out a soft moan, wrapping his legs around one of my legs, a token of appreciation for knowing his needs.

"I'm sorry." I whispered into his neck, giving him goosebumps. He grabbed my neck and pulled me down onto him. He took my hand and guided it to his penis.

"You can make it up to me." He whispered back. I bit his bottom lip and squeezed his hardening package, sending him into that familiar state of anticipation and desire.

"I want you to go all the way this time." His words surprised me and suddenly I became rock hard.

"Are you...are you sure?" I massaged his growing penis in my hand, eager to move on. He nodded and kissed me harder than he'd ever kissed me before - with more power and truth than ever before.

I greedily kissed him back and prepared myself for what was to come. This was what I had been waiting for the past month, and to have him suggest it first made me crazy. I rubbed his chest with one hand and then lowered it to pump his throbbing cock. I had only fucked someone once before - every other time, I was the one being fucked. I wasted no time and flipped him over, marveling at the smooth, soft, round ass that invited me to play.

I dug my hands into each cheek and deeply massaged them apart, licking my lips when I saw his pink, perky hole. My fingers couldn't stay away and slowly stroked over it, making Alec gasp and jump. I knew he was a virgin, with both men and women (never having scored with Cara), so his reactions were much stronger than someone who would frequently had sex. I looked down at my shiny, stick-straight penis and couldn't imagine fitting the head even halfway in. I oozed precum and stroked myself as if my dick were a king.

Alec was really tense, but readier than ever. It dawned on me that I had no lube, and asked Alec if he had any.

"I found a bottle of lube in my parents' nightstand." He crawled to the edge of the bed and pulled out a bottle of lube from under the frame. "I guess lube is lube, right?"

Before Alec could crawl back, I grabbed him by the thighs and yanked him towards me, propping him up on all fours, accompanied with a beautiful view. He laughed a little, and looked back at me to see what I was doing. I took the lube from him and messily poured it onto my dick and rubbed it in, then took the rest that was on my hands and milked Alec's dick with it, which made him drop his head and and writhe in pleasure.

I spread his cheeks apart again and squeezed the bottle upside down so that the lube would fall perfectly in his ass and down his ball sack. It was getting the bed wet and messy, but Alec didn't seem to mind. I slowly rubbed it in, making sure to put extra pressure every time I passed over his tight hole.

I thought not giving Alec a warning would make it easier for me to get in, so I slapped his ass a couple of times and tried to make him open up hard enough that I could enter smoothly.

I teased him and wedged my penis between his cheeks, pumping in and out while rubbing his back.

"If you exhale hard, it eases some of the tension," I schemed. To my victory, he did it, and my penis entered right on time, allowing the whole head to nestle comfortably in his ass. I groaned and Alec choked, grabbing the sheets in his hands. I slowly and carefully pushed a little deeper, not being successful at first.

"Alec, take deep breaths," I cooed, rubbing his lower back. He followed what I said and eventually, after struggling to gain proper rhythm and having Alec breathlessly moan and adjust position, I had picked up a moderate speed and was enjoying every second of it.

We were both sweating and huffing. My thighs would clap against Alec's ass every time I went deeper, and our skin stuck together for brief seconds at each meet. I held Alec in place while I increased speed and watched my penis disappear into his ass and suddenly reappear with every slap. He said nothing the whole time, just moaned and gasped and shuddered, which made me feel like I was doing something right.

After several minutes of me fucking him in the ass, I wanted him to feel what it was like to ride my dick instead of being pounded. I pulled out and flipped him onto his back and pounced on him for a kiss. He was out of breath and we were both sticky with sweat which turned me on more than I already was. His little sensual movements and nonexistent complaints made me enamored of him intensely, and all I wanted to do was hold him forever.

"Alec, we're gonna try something different," I got off of the bed and picked him up in my arms so that his legs were wrapped around my back and his arms were wrapped around my neck. He was so easy to carry that I had no issue taking him over to the cushioned, reclined chair and sitting down on it with Alec still in my arms. Our penises were touching and he was sitting on my thighs with his legs touching the floor. I leaned back and put my hands behind my head, totally relaxed and ready to watch him ride my hungry dick. I knew I had to help him in the process, so I told him to stand up a little and sit on my penis, which made him raise an eyebrow, but he went with it anyway.

I positioned my penis at the entrance of his hole, and he slowly took over control and lowered himself onto me. His face scrunched up and he moaned loudly, not used to sex. I pushed him down by the hips and watched his face react very lively. He trembled before carefully lifting up and coming back down, but soon he got the hang of it and was eagerly riding my dick, hips swiveling and all.

I had never been so turned on in my whole life. Watching Alec lose sense of reality and completely engulf himself into riding my dick made me want more than just sex from him. I rhythmically thrust my dick into him when he started to pick up the pace, and watched him bite his lip and throw his head back when the speed got so fast that his dick was slapping against his stomach and nearly down to mine. I grabbed it with a strong hand and furiously stroked it up and down, spitting on my hand for lube that was left on the bed. His mouth hung open while I forcefully beat his dick, and we came at the same time.

I unloaded inside of him, which doubled the release of his orgasmic yell because he came right when I did this.

"Holy shit! Oh, fuck," his voice got high, falling forward onto my chest, smearing his cum between us. "Ahh," he voiced, wrapping his arms around my waist. I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed the top of his head for a long time. He breathed hard and even. The rise and fall of his body against mine was peaceful and satisfied.

"That felt so good." His body started to get heavy with sleepiness. "I wanna do that all day with you." He said in his naturally innocent voice.

I laughed and pulled him up higher so I could kiss him on the lips.

"We can do it as much as you want."

"Hey, man, how come we never hang out anymore? What are you doing tonight?" Parker stopped to talk to me between classes.

"Ah, well tonight I got stuff to do," I lied. "You know just things at home,"

"What? Like homework?" Parker laughed. "Just forget it for a night; let's go hit up the theater later,"

"Nahh, I can't, dude. Sorry," I shook my head. "I know I always bail on you, and I don't mean it like that I -- "

"Well it's only the fifth time you said no, I'm starting to think you're seeing other people. Let me check your phone, don't be cheating on me, babe! Don't do me like that!" he joked, punching me in the arm. I laughed with him, meanwhile imagining what it would be like to end our friendship. We said goodbye and went to our classes.

I waited for 45 minutes after school in the usual spot behind the basketball courts where Alec and I would meet up before heading to his house. He didn't show up for the first time, and I couldn't think of what it could be. Did I say something the night before? Was there something I forgot to do? Maybe he just needed me for verification that he could still maintain a relationship and decided to leave. The possibilities of what could be going on were endless, and I continued my list as I stuck my hands in my leather jacket pockets and strolled down the walkway by the main buildings.

I thought I heard someone behind me and looked back, but there was no one. I shrugged it off and continued walking, but then I heard it again. It was a grunting noise with a familiar voice speaking on the side. My ears searched the direction of the sound, and after spinning in a circle twice, I followed it to the back alley of the parking lot.

There was no one there, or so I thought. Behind the dumpster I found Parker with Alec in a headlock. I almost didn't see Jenna and Cara standing off to the side, leaning against a railing. Alec's hands were desperately clinging to Parker's arm, and his main objective was to get any breath he could. I was taken aback immediately, not knowing what to do and afraid of what Alec would say.

"Whoa," I blurted out.

"Great timing, bud," Parker smiled at me while struggling to hold Alec. "I wanna teach this bitch a lesson, it seems like he didn't catch the drift the first time," he tightened his grip on Alec's neck which made Alec kick in the air and huff. My forehead began to produce a film of dewy sweat in my panic, but I managed to keep calm.

"What did he do, exactly?" I asked looking right into Alec's puffing face and pressured eyes that pleaded for me to help him.

"Giving me looks in class and shit," Parker spit on Alec's face, "Ignoring Jenna when she asks a simple question. And Cara just deserves to see this idiot in pain." He nodded towards her.

Jenna walked over to me slow and sexy in her tiny pink tube top and little white daisy dukes. She pushed her hair to one side and put her hands on my shoulder, leaning in to me.

"Will you go give Parker a hand with that, Foster? You're a biiiig, strooong man," she cooed. "Show that loser Alec who runs this place. Give that black eye a long lasting friend, hmmm?" she pressed her breasts against my arm and took my hand.

"Yeah, come on, Foster," Parker said. "Lay down the law,"

I looked from Jenna, to Parker, to Cara, to Alec. "This isn't my business, dude," I stepped away from Jenna.

"What do you mean this isn't your business?" Parker froze. "All those guys you beat up -- they're not your business either and you do it anyway, so what makes this different? You suddenly have a heart?" he let out a weak, menacing laugh. His face fell in disgust. "What, you guys friends or something? You friends with this bitch?" he shook Alec in his hold. Alec didn't let out a single noise.

"Don't tell me you two are friends. Don't tell me you care about this guy," Parker chortled.

I looked Alec in the eye and raised an eyebrow. "I don't care about this guy, Parker."

At first, Alec did not react to this at all, but in less than 30 seconds I could see his eyes swell with tears, and his breathing grew uneasy.

"Oh, good," Parker said. Alec made struggling noises pained to get away. Through his choked throat and nearly indecipherable, angry speech, he looked right at me and yelled, "I knew it!"

Parker couldn't tell what he was saying and grabbed Alec's hands and roughly held them behind his back as if he was going to handcuff him, then slammed him up against the wall. The bruised side of Alec's face was smashed against the bricks, and now he was eagerly breathing in all the air he was denied earlier. Hot tears ran down his face and fell onto the black floor.

Alec wheezed and trembled immense amounts, so much that I thought he might collapse.

"God, this guy doesn't give up," Parker said in exhaustion. He averted to his humorous personality. "I started to think maybe this was why you're never down to hang after school -- 'cause you hang out with this piece of shit," he laughed and then became serious. "But I'm still kind of suspicious, don't blame me," he grabbed Alec's head and pushed it harder against the wall. "I need you to beat him. Right now. I just need proof that this guy means nothing to you, or else things are gonna change around here." Parker was dead serious.

I was torn between saving the new relationship I had with Alec and the since-childhood relationship I had with Parker. Whatever choice I made, I knew the results would be dramatic. Was I to save my reputation and essentially my life, or to save Alec's feelings and not delve him into more hurt than he was already burdened with?

Seeing Alec's face flood with runny tears and how he shook from the resistance to cry made me feel like I had nothing left to lose. I braced myself. Then I spoke.