Chapter 2: Aftercare

<<Yes, I know it’s been a while. It took me some time to come to grips with the piece. I have a few more chapters written, I’ll publish on a weekly-ish schedule. (still not sure where it’s really going, though... ) No more of the coercion. No groups for a while either.>>

There we sat, Tony and I, outside the “disciplinary” vice-principal’s office. Tony sat close to me, as if he’d like to cuddle up and have me put my arm around him for pure animal comfort. But, of course, that couldn’t happen for a variety of reasons. He wasn’t crying, but I could tell by looking at him that the tears weren’t far away.

We were there to answer to the school authorities for the fight. Nobody was talking about the events that came after that, and since there had been no “adult” witnesses to that, and nobody who was involved appeared to want to acknowledge that craziness, that seemed fairly settled for the moment.

As we sat and stewed, (It’s a standard technique. Let them sit and think about what they did, and what evidence the authorities may have. It’s surprisingly effective, and results in a confession more than you might think. Sometimes to offenses that weren’t even on the authorities agenda.) I could feel Tony becoming more and more frightened. “First time getting called out for something like this?” I asked him.

He nodded but stayed silent.

“When we go in,” I instructed, “we tell them that we argued, admit that we fought, and tell them that we’ve come to an understanding, and that it won’t happen again. Nothing else. We’ll be suspended and out of school for a few days and that should be the end of it.” It wasn’t my first rodeo. “We’ll talk more afterwards, but not here.”

Tony whispered back, “What about...”

“Nothing. Else. Not in there.” I interrupted him. If you want to talk about the rest, we’ll have time later. We really should talk about that part, too, and soon. Just one question that you need to start thinking about right away: Did you like it?”

The look he shot back at me would be best described as “Terrified Guilt,” so there was my answer. “Like I said, we’ll talk later.”

We were called in shortly after that. We stuck to our agreed story: we’d argued, We weren’t sure why. We’d fought. We came to an agreement. It would not happen again. There was more questioning involved, and some brow-beating, but we kept to our story. Three-day suspensions for the both of us, (actually, since that day counted as the first, we would be out for two days. Educational logic. Go figure.) We gathered our things and left the school.

My house was closer, so I guided Tony there. He followed me like a lost puppy. He tried to talk a few times on the way, but I shut him down. We both had a lot to think about before we started those conversations. For my own part, I was wondering where the Alpha Male crap I’d pulled on him and the others came from. I mean, I was pretty comfortable with my preference for boys, but I would never have called myself an Alpha. It was unexpected, confusing, and more than slightly uncomfortable.

We got to my place. No one was home. My mom and sister wouldn’t be back for at least four hours, and Dad had been out of the picture for about eight years at that point.

I ushered him into my room and told him to get his clothes off. He looked unsure, so I told him: “Look, we’ve seen each other naked and in orgasm. We really have no secrets left, and no reason for shame. Right?

He conceded to that, but was still balky.

“This isn’t about active sex,” I said. “I’m not going to fuck you unless you ask me to very nicely. Even then, only if I think the time is right. This is about After-care. It should have happened before now, and I apologize for that, but we got caught up in events. It needs to happen for your benefit. Now, get your clothes off and get into the bed.”

I had undressed, and sat in the bed, sitting up on pillows against the wall, with my legs spread some. I had him sit between my legs with his back to my front, and began to lightly massage his back.

“Now,” I began, “we have some things to think about and to talk about. We did what we did. We can’t unscramble that egg. There were way too many witnesses, hell, way too many participants, for either of us to ever deny what happened. By the time we get back, it’ll be all over the school, if it isn’t already.”

I felt him start so sob at that point. “Oh, God.” I heard him mutter. “From now on, I’m going to be ‘That Faggot.’ I tried so hard...”

“Okay,” I said. “That’s water under the bridge. No way to back that up. The only way out is through, and to get through, were both going to need to lean into this.

“I’m going to ask you some questions. You need to be really honest with you r answers. Not honest for me, tell me anything you want to, but for you. You need to be really honest with yourself.

“First is the question that I asked you to think about earlier. Now is the time to answer: Did you like it? “ I kept rubbing his back to soothe him as I waited for his answer. My dick was lying in the crack of his ass, and I could feel the slight moisture of his asshole on the bottom of my strengthening member.

“ ... yes...” I heard him whisper.

“Good boy,” I told him, bringing my hands around to his front, running my fingers through his chest hair and down to just run through his upper pubes. I kissed the side of his neck, just under his ear. “This is nice, isn’t it?”

“yes,” he said, quietly.

“I realize that this experience was a little ... intense for you, particularly for a first time,” I asked him, “but would you want to do something like it again? Not necessarily being the cum-dump for a blow-bang, but more sex with other boys?”

“maybe ... Yeah,” he said.

“What parts of today’s events did you particularly like? What else would you like to try? What would you like more or less of?” I slowly shifted my hands so that one was gently pinching one of his nipples while the other hand started gently stroking his dick. While he wasn’t huge, regardless of what I’d said to get a rise out of him earlier, he really had nothing to be ashamed of. He stretched his back out against me and I nibbled on one of his earlobes. He moaned in pleasure.