A story (C) 2002/2003 by ZUSTARA ORUR. Contact address: email@example.com 2.0 May not be redistributed, commercial use prohibited!
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I made my way back to my locker and gave Brazil a sheepish grin.
"What was that all about?", he asked.
I knew I was blushing again, though not very much. "Uh, I think I just needed a drink of water. Maybe dehydration", I lied as I continued to get dressed.
Brazil nodded. "Yeah! A friend of mine passed out once when I was a kid and it was really hot one day. He forgot to drink. He came to again quickly though. You sure your head's okay, buddy? If you got a concussion, that can make you dizzy too you know."
"I didn't hit it THAT hard you know, it's pretty fine now." A white lie. Sure, it didn't ache, but it was all screwed-up with bubbly emotions and raging hormones... I hid it deep and changed the topic. "Anyway, passed out, huh? Oh wow, really?"
"Yeah, We were riding our bikes and had been horsing around all day... Suddenly he just wobbled and fell. Afterwards, he said it felt as if the ground started to roll like the deck of a ship you know? He split his lip on the handlebar of the bike and scraped his knees and got some bruises and stuff, but he was okay. It was just after mom... Uh, it was a long time ago now." He quickly skipped past some important bit of his life that he obviously didn't want to talk about, and then he told me of how the old woman living next door had taken care of him until his dad could come home from work and take him to the hospital, which made me think maybe the kid who had fallen was Brazil himself... Anyway, we were laughing and having fun once more already by that time, and my dick was rising again just by being so near Brazil while he pulled on those much too small briefs back on. I saw his shapely boy butt flex as he moved to make the undergarment try to fit and hide his flesh, but failing. I was hoisting up my jeans right at that time, and my dick was poking right out the unbuttoned fly inside my own underwear at half-mast and quickly stiffening!
I knew how dangerous that was, I was standing at Brazil's side, he was turned towards his locker and I was turned towards him. He just needed to twist his head, but I sort of wanted him to see too and be darned the consequences! I buttoned the top button, making my dick poke right out the open fly only hidden by my blue boxers, and with it still sticking out like that I began to push down my shirt into my pants! My hands were all shaky, my breathing uneven. I tingled like electricity was running through me it felt like, and my poor heart was about to go pop like an over-inflated balloon. When I was about half done with the shirt he did turn, and for a fraction of a second I saw his eyes sweep across me. The tent was impossible to avoid, I mean, I'm not THAT big but I'm not small either, especially not since I was at maximum hardness or more and it was being pushed down by the fly of my pants! My dick made a big twitch just as I realized he MUST have seen it in its fully extended state, but all I saw in his eyes was a fairly vacant but happy look, a big innocent smile on his lips, not a wry knowing one. He was glad to be there with a friend, to have someone to share the moment with, to talk to and spend time with...
I smiled back as best I could, I was so horny it was difficult to just look happy and kid-like like he did! Something clicked in my head as I saw his unknowing face. Either Brazil was blind and he hadn't seen my hard-on, or else... Or else what? Or else he really didn't see it because he didn't understand he turned me on so bad? No matter what though, somehow I knew nothing short of me undressing down to my bare skin and pointing my dick right at him would make him take note of my current state. Maybe not even that actually. I let my dick poke out at him and slowly finished pushing down my shirt and buttoning it up. I then watched him finish with his pants with my dick straining against its confines, yearning for release, and then we put on our shoes. Each time he looked in my direction I felt awesome erotic rushes course through my body and my dick twitched so hard I had no idea how he didn't react on it. Except... He never did. Only after getting my shoes on did I tuck myself into my pants again, and with great reluctance at that...
I felt I'd made a spot of slime on the inside of my shorts, but thanks to the dark color and double thickness of the fabric at the front (so thoughtful of the manufacturer), it didn't really show through. I continued to be hard as steel for several blocks as we walked from the swimming arena, our wet hair and bodies still smelling faintly of chlorine.
"It's weekend now", he noted in that way you do when stating the bleeding obvious. "Up to anything special?"
He grinned. "Nope, me neither. I thought maybe I'd go catch a movie, but I don't have enough money."
I rolled my eyes. "What else is new?", I stated back at him and then we both laughed! "Okay buddy, I'll take you, but don't expect me to continue to lavish you in gifts alright, because I got limits too you know."
He shook his head firmly. "Oh no! I will pay you back I promise! I told you, I deliver newspapers, and, I get some pocket money too. Not much, but a little at least."
"It's no hurry", I said as he wrapped an arm around my waist in a playful manner and pulled me in tight to his side. Suddenly the need for him to pay me back at all disappeared almost entirely... In a hundred years, then I might accept it, I suppose. Not before then.
"If you say so", he replied, showing me a happy face.
It was very early in the afternoon still, so we caught a daytime showing which made it a bit easier on my wallet. Brazil had some change, so he used that to buy us a bucket of popcorn.
The movie wasn't really anything spectacular. It was one of those special effect extravaganzas where a small group of people spend time in a remote scientific facility, one of them gets mutated into a man-eating monster and then gobbles up the others (or rather, choice bits of them I assume, because not even a monster can possibly eat several whole people in a matter of a few hours), one by one, thus making everybody wonder exactly what kind of experiments the government had been running there... What made the movie special wasn't the movie itself, but rather watching it with Brazil...
We grabbed for popcorn at the same time, making our hands fight for the salty, fluffy treats, then we wrestled with our elbows over who was going to get the armrest, and when the movie started to get a little scary, Brazil leaned in towards me for closeness and comfort.
I'd seen too many movies of that kind already, and unless they were as good and as frightening as the mother of all such flicks, Ridley Scott's Alien, they just didn't faze me at all really. I was too blasé about slobbering mutant movie monsters with big teeth. Brazil however, he jumped and gasped at every cheap over-used trick-to-get-a-thrill-out-of-the-audience there was in the horror movie-genre book, grabbing my arm tight and holding on to me. This had quite an effect on me too. I wasn't scared, I was horny and over-stimulated all over again!
Less than thirty minutes into the movie, my dick had raised up to its full length and was poking at the front of my jeans, begging to be let out. I was so excited that after another five or so minutes I couldn't resist anymore. In a lull when Bill the hero and Lizzy the heroine were having an intimate and emotional conversation after the discovery of Gregory the obnoxious and cynically unpleasant lab technician's bloody corpse, I slowly pulled down the zipper of my jeans. In my own ears the metal teeth rumbled and ground against each other like rusty cogs in some great machine, but Brazil didn't notice. He was too absorbed by Lizzy (who was just a government bureaucrat and pencil-pusher sent to light a fire under the installation-manager's butt because his bosses felt he was wasting time and money), telling Bill with a shaky voice how she hadn't liked Greg at all, but that even he didn't deserve such a fate.
Carefully, I spread the fly open and let my underwear-covered dick escape part of its confines. At its first taste of limited freedom it started twitching wildly and my pulse raced. Right then the door to the small room the two actors were sitting in burst open and the orchestra emphasized the poor attempt at startling the watching audience with a loud boom of its own. Of course it wasn't the monster, it was just Dr. Lombard who was excited about having made an important discovery as to the nature of the beastly killer. It worked like a charm on Brazil though, I heard him yelp when she came into the room so suddenly and then he grabbed me really hard and held on like his life depended on it!
The hero and heroine untangled themselves quickly, unwilling to show to each other their true feelings (which they'd so far hid behind sneers and nasty remarks. By the end of the movie, they'd be lovers, I knew that for a fact from experience already). Me however, I didn't do anything to untangle myself from the shivering boy that clung on to me like a chimp baby does to its mother. I turned and looked at his pretty face that was dimly lit by reflected light from the screen, and I saw his eyes were wide open, staring at the screen eagerly despite the fact the images were scaring him so badly. Even his mouth was hanging open a little, and I couldn't help thinking how freakin hot he was! My dick twitched again, and I spread my legs as wide as I could and pushed up with my hips. Oh god it felt so good!
If he saw me like that right then, he'd think I was nuts. A freak. I didn't care! I wanted him to see!
I pulled my fly open wider, which made my dick look even bigger in the dusky ambient glow down behind the row of seats in front of us. It twitched, feeling really hard and really hot. I was trying to calculate if the popcorn bucket blocked the line of sight between his eyes and my groin. I wasn't sure if it did or not, and I didn't really dare moving the bucket either for fear of exposing myself too much.
Then Brazil grabbed me again as the hero, heroine and Dr. Lombard walked through a corridor. "Is it coming?", he whispered, leaning over close to me so he could speak really quietly. "The monster, I mean."
"I don't know", I whispered back. I felt a little like I was tricking him, because it was time for someone else to die, again I knew that from previous experience. A crash and a scream was heard, and Brazil jumped and yelped once more expecting the monster to show itself at any second! The hero had to be manly and heroic of course, so he told the women to stay behind while he went ahead himself to check out what was happening. Brazil was shivering of adrenaline and excitement, and I was shivering from adrenaline too and an entirely different kind of excitement. Had he seen my dick poke out like that when he leaned over? He should have! I had been pushing up with my hips and making it wiggle by tensing that muscle you got down there that makes it wiggle up and down when you tense it... I'm sure that muscle's got a name but I'll be darned if I know what it is.
If he'd seen, he sure didn't make any outward signs he had. His eyes were locked to the screen, expecting the worst at any second. It was like when you see some small mammal run over along a road, its guts all squashed out of its body with flies crawling around in the yucky goop... You don't want to see that disgusting mess, yet still you can't stop looking. Not until a parent or other grownup comes and pulls you away and you feel both relieved and annoyed at the same time! It was the same thing here, except there was no grownup around, and Brazil was loving every second of it!
The hero sneaked through the corridor and turned a corner. He reached the kitchen of the facility, from where he could hear agitated voices. It was most of the rest of the group, another two scientists, the facility's manager (he was a professor) and one of the two remaining technicians. Bill himself was a photographer (who also was an ex-green beret as it happened) who was sent to do some PR shots for the newspapers because some important discovery had been made at the facility. The typical wrong-place-at-the-wrong-time kind of guy. Who happened to be an ex-green beret, so incredibly transparent! The scriptwriters probably thought they were really clever!
Gave the casting people good reason to pick a hairy-chested, muscular guy for the male lead too. I didn't exactly complain!
The small group was arguing amongst themselves over what had happened to Greg, who had killed him and how. The crash and the yell had just been someone dropping a large jug of orange juice by mistake. The professor refused to believe there even was a monster to begin with and everybody was shouting at one another, then a woman's scream was heard! The group rushed back and found a mutilated Dr. Lombard and a hysterical Lizzy covered in blood.
Life was good right then! Brazil was REALLY scared, pulling me in towards him. The movie was at least a little original, I didn't expect that twist. That was as far as the originality went though, the rest proceeded predictably with the remaining actors becoming increasingly paranoid, first suspecting the absent technician (who was played by your average typecast suspicious-looking, dark-haired, bearded person), especially after the professor also bought the farm in a most gruesome way. Maybe he got convinced there was a monster after all those last few seconds of his life? I giggled to myself as Brazil emitted a loud piercing "EEEEP!" when we finally got to see the monster strike in full view. It looked suitably horrible and deformed and mutated, and we didn't get to see it for too long either. That was good. Kept Brazil sitting on the edge of his seat! And it was the edge towards me actually, which was even better, not the front edge...
The suspicious-looking technician was almost lynched when his colleague (who had been the foremost person criticizing him) disappeared, and then he himself got bumped off as well. By then, the two scientists had established the monster really was of human origin and had in typical Hollywood style devised a retrovirus designed to penetrate the monster's mutated cells and kill it within minutes, while leaving normal humans unaffected. They even had this high-tech-looking dartgun that looked like it came straight out of one of the Men in Black movies with to administer the virus. The male scientist had built it. All in less than 12 hours. The hero had picked up a shotgun along the way which he sawed off himself in a very macho manner. Said he trusted that one more than some fancy high-tech gadget, and the scientist who built the dartgun sneered at his caveman attitude.
Thank Tinseltown for all these genius scientists we find in movies, you'd ask yourself why they don't devise up cures for the common cold or something useful instead...!
The hero and the heroine then had sex together in a small cramped room. Brazil kept looking over at me and giggling when the camera swept over their naked, sweaty bodies, showing dimly lit angles of boobs and butts and shapely thighs and big hairy chest muscles and stuff like that...! That didn't exactly help my own situation I might add, I'd been having a hard-on for nearly one and a half hours straight by then!
Anyway, after they'd been at it for a while the heroine went to the bathroom and the monster came and attacked one of the scientists, the man. He tried to shoot it with the dart gun but missed, and his head was lopped off as thanks. By then the hero added two and two together and noticed the heroine had been absent at all times the monster had struck. It was her! He raced through the complex to find the female scientist before the heroine-monster did.
Then there was the adrenaline-pumped climax where a lot of fighting ensued. Brazil sat as if on needles, tense as a bowstring and grabbed me hard whenever something scared him - which was like twice a minute! He leaned himself against me so much it was almost as if he wanted to climb over into my seat, I'd never seen a better crappy movie in my life!
Finally, the hero tried to shoot the monster-heroine with the dartgun but of course the gun clicked. He cursed the wussy scientist that had built the darned thing and pulled out the last dart from the barrel. Dodging a blow that smashed a wall, he stabbed the monster with the dart. The virus shriveled up the monster-heroine's arm, but that was all. He cursed the other scientist too. Brazil squealed of fear and joy as the hunt ensued again, this time the monster-heroine chased the hero and the female scientist. Finally the big showdown, the hero tricked the monster to trap itself in a machine that mostly resembled a garbage compactor from hell down in the steamy basement (people sure seem to become a lot more stupid once they turn into monsters!) and then shoved the shotgun down its throat. The monster-heroine roared and snarled and bared its teeth as it fought to escape but to no avail.
'I can't believe I let you fuck me!', the hero growled angrily and spat on the monster-heroine's gruesome forehead. "Suck on this, bitch!", he yelled before pulling the triggers, discharging both barrels down her throat.
Of course, the female scientist was a total babe once she let down her hair and lost the big nerdy glasses she had been wearing, and when the two of them had finished brushing all the bits of monster-heroine off themselves they started making out like crazy, a rock tune began to play and the end credits followed. Brazil was ecstatic! He'd never seen a better movie ever he said, he was still holding my arm and my dick was tenting my underwear straight out of my fly! The lights were on in the theatre and I even got up out of my seat before he did, turning towards him so he'd really see what was going on! Brazil gripped my arm and heaved himself up too, and I was DYING for him to just grab my dick and plant his lips against mine! How could he NOT just go ahead and do it? He was so happy and giggly and standing so close to me I could smell the cherry chewing gum he'd popped into his mouth just as the movie ended. I wondered, would that make his lips taste all sweet and cherry-like?
"Man, what a great movie!", Brazil exclaimed, not even realizing the movie never explained how the heroine became infected and turned into a monster in the first place...! Classic B-movie story and acting with state of the art visual effects, but he was so happy and satisfied I decided I couldn't ruin it for him so I just nodded in agreement. And I'd really had such a blast too watching it with him, damn I was so turned on still, it was incredible! We edged our way out along the empty row of seats, me walking behind Brazil. When I reached the isle, I tucked myself back into my pants, not because I wanted to but because I had to. Someone was bound to see me in the state I was in. MAN, I needed to change those boxers, they were all gooey!
We emerged back out into sunlight again, and it was barely mid-afternoon. The cinema was in an area of town where several blocks had been converted to mainly pedestrian streets, and nearby was a small walled-in canal from past times when barges with wares had used to come through to places such as the covered market building further up towards the old city center. We steered our feet towards the bridge spanning the canal, and the park that laid on the other side.
As we set a foot on the bridge, a guy in his late teens or early 20s walked off it, passing us. He was tall and handsome, and with a good build too, so naturally my head turned to look at his backside as we went past each other. I dunno, I didn't think much of it (was just a reflex action for me), but I guess my friend noticed what I was doing.
"Did he have a nice ass?", Brazil asked with a grin.
I kinda jerked. "What do you mean? I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Hey! I SAW you, you looked at his ASS, man!" His jaw was firmly set in a determined way, but he didn't really seem angry. "I see you do it all the time, so don't lie to me please." He waited for a response, but I didn't know what to say. "Hey, Nate... Why do you do it?", he asked softly. "You're not gay or something, right?" His forehead showed worry-wrinkles. Not because he was afraid I'd say yes I think, I suppose he already knew my answer to that question, but because maybe he thought I'd get mad at him for asking the question in the first place.
"Yeah man, guess I am." I said it in a heavy voice, a solemn look on my face.
He went, "Oh." That was all we said for like half a minute, him looking at me kinda worriedly still. Then he grinned, all of a sudden. "Well, I'm NOT gay, so don't get any ideas!" I figured he'd say that, and somehow I believed him too, yet he still kept eye contact that entire time. Something most guys simply don't do. That actually made me feel okay about it, if he looked into my eyes it had to mean he still wanted me as a friend, and to be my friend in return.
"I won't", I said in a happy voice, relieved as I was. "Anyway, it was a pretty nice ass man", I added with a giggle. "Sorry if it bothers you, but it's the truth. I couldn't help myself."
"I wouldn't know", he responded quietly. Then added after a short pause he added, "...You think my ass's nice?" He kind of stuck out his bum and twisted his torso, trying to get a look of it himself. I was completely stunned. I truly didn't know what to say! "Come ON!", Brazil demanded, pretending to be annoyed. "Don't just stand there, say something. I want your honest opinion!"
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