It was an hour before sunset, and Whitney was leaning against his
truck staring at the place he had come to hate. He was in Riley
Field, his fists clenched in anger, looking at the scarecrow post
as his mind went back to that day in the fall when he had made a
"What are you doing here Whitney? Planning on tying up someone
"Clark! No, I'm not. I'm thinking."
"Of what? How you blow hot and cold, how you can be nice and
then be a total jerk? Tell me Whitney, what is it?"
"What are you talking about?" He felt Clark's hands on
his shoulders and tried to shrug them off but couldn't. He was staring
at him eye to eye but Whitney broke the gaze first.
"I'm talking about us, Whitney. Every time you let me get
close, every time you let me help you, I think we're getting somewhere,
but then I see you the next day and we're back at square one. You're
back to acting like an ass. We talk about your father and then you
act like you don't know me. Those tattoos that you have on your
shoulders...what do you think when you see them? What are you going
to do now that Lana broke up with you in front of the whole school?"
Whitney feels his shirt lifted off. "Stop!"
"No, I think it would do you some good to hang around for
a few hours. Make that guilt you have been holding on to fade some."
"You know Lana wonders why you shut yourself off from her,
but I think I know why. Lex helped me figure it out. You've got
issues, don't you?"
Whitney struggles helplessly against the much stronger, surprisingly
stronger, boy as Clark strips him of his shoes, socks, and jeans.
He only has on his boxer-briefs, which leave nothing to the imagination.
He tries to stop Clark as his arms are tied to the cross bar and
with each touch his cock gets harder.
"Yes, you do have issues. I'll be back in a few hours, let
you hang around and see if you're ready to talk then."
"I'll be back after sunset. I won't let anything hurt you
but I think this is the best therapy for you. I've seen you here
several times, each time after I've been nice to you. So purge your
guilt Catholic boy, I forgive you but you need to forgive yourself."
Whitney lifted his head as Clark drove away in Whitney's truck.
His arms hurt from the angle they were tied at, his knees hurt from
that angle as well. He was cramping in his back but the agony was
nothing compared to the torture of his soul. He reviewed what Clark
had said and knew the game was up. Clark had figured it out; the
secret he had been trying to hide was no longer a secret.
He tied Clark up - strung him up and left him here - so he would
hate him. He hid behind Lana so uncomfortable questions would not
be asked. He moaned as his shoulders began to radiate pain and he
saw that the sun was falling below the horizon. He continued to
review his actions towards Clark and found that he was transparent
in retrospect. He hung his head and gave over to the pain and despair.
The cold began to bite into his skin and he shivered. His mind raced
in circles but he kept coming back to Clark's questions.
He knew he came here to look at the post that was supposed to free
him yet it haunted him. He wanted Clark to hate him but that did
not happen, the opposite had occurred. No, Clark was always around
when Whitney needed him and it hurt. Clark was getting closer to
Lana and it was pushing Whitney further away. His father, the scholarship,
Lana, the gang - Clark knew everything because Whitney could not
stop the flow of words once they started. Not with Clark. He still
looked at Clark in the halls, when no one was around, and could
not stop the pain of desire. He'd wanted Clark since he saw him
over the summer, when the boy had become a man. That was when he
started dating Lana for real.
He did not notice when he was lifted off the post and placed in
a warm blanket.
"Why what, Whit? I was mad at you but after talking with Lana
I discovered that you have mastered the art of hiding."
Whitney was shivering and had not gotten dressed yet but the heat
of the truck's cab did nothing to warm him. "Why are you doing
"Not for revenge but because you need to let it go. There
is nothing to hide behind anymore, not Lana, not football, not your
guilt. If I've learned anything from Lex it is the ability to read
behind the masks people wear. So Whitney, were you hard the day
you strung me up?
Whitney was shivering but for reasons other than being cold. "Yes."
Clark pulled up to his house and lead Whitney up to his loft. He
turned on the space heater and pulled Whitney close. "You fear
what I do to you, don't you?"
Whitney tried to pull back but couldn't. He locked eyes with Clark,
"Yes. Clark stop, I..." Whitney felt the brush of lips
against his and the dam of desire broke, flooding him and destroying
his remaining control. He returned the kiss with a fervor that frightened
him but he could not stop.
"I guess you do like me." Clark removed his clothing;
all of it, leaving Whitney still dressed in boxer-briefs. "Now
if you tell me to stop I will."
"No, please...Clark, I've wanted this for months."
"I know." Clark kissed him again and ran a hand through
the long floppy hair and kissed his neck. He heard the moan and
attacked the jock's body. He began to massage the shoulders that
Whitney had forgotten ached.
"That feels...great." He moaned as he felt the soreness
rubbed away even as the hardness in his crotch began to hurt. He
felt Clark's hands move down his back and slide his underwear off.
Those hands then began to knead his ass and a finger began to run
back and forth around his hole. His breath was coming in uneven
pants but he could not articulate a thought. He was turned again
and soon was being kissed. He decided to become an active participant
in this fun. "Can I touch you?"
Whitney pushed Clark back onto the couch and looked at the guy
he had been lusting after. His secret fantasies did no justice to
the real deal. He ran his tongue along the smooth pectoral muscles
and licked the prominent nipple. His computer had provided a wealth
of information but this was reality and it paled in comparison.
He continued his exploration of Clark's body by his tongue and arrived
at the moment of truth. He touched Clark's cock and was fascinated
by the difference from his own. Clark was longer but not as thick
as Whitney but Clark was hooded and Whitney was cut. He pulled back
the extra skin and licked the head. He tasted salt, and other flavors
he could not describe but the smell was driving him wild. He placed
it in his mouth and heard the moan from Clark. He sucked but was
pulled off his new toy.
"No, I have other things in mind. Come here." Clark pulled
Whitney under him, and kissed him. He pulled back, smiled and went
down to suck Whit's cock.
Whitney was in heaven. He was used to his own hand and the wonderful
warmth of Clark's mouth was making him crazy. He tried to go with
it but the sensations were driving him mad. He didn't even have
time to warn Clark before he shot his wad in Clark's mouth.
Clark chuckled but he pulled himself up and kissed Whitney, letting
him taste himself on the other boy's tongue.
"I want to fuck you. Please?" Desire, need, and happiness
all crossed Clark's face.
Whitney hesitated but it was a night for surrender. He was lowering
all his barriers. "O...okay, but...I've never."
Clark kissed him again. He got up and walked to his desk and came
back with some lube and a condom. "Lex taught me but we aren't
anything more than best friends with perks." Clark reached
out and pulled Whitney flat on the couch and lifted his legs so
he had easy access. He coated a finger and gently ran smooth circles
around Whit's entrance before pushing inside. He used it to tease
but also to get Whitney used to the feeling.
Whitney was panting and yelped when Clark curled his finger inside
"Like that huh?"
Clark continued the slow ministrations and moved up to kiss Whitney
again. He was relaxed after a quick come so Clark was taking his
time stretching his friend. He added a second finger, twisted them,
and moved them in and out to simulate a fucking motion. He noticed
Whitney was moving his hips to meet the movements of his fingers.
He kissed Whit again, deeply and lightly bit his tongue. He swallowed
his laugh at the small moan Whitney made in response. He pulled
his fingers out and kissed Whitney again. "Ready?"
"Trust me, okay?"
Clark put the condom on and placed some lube on his cock. He centered
his cock to enter the blond jock and leaned down to kiss him. He
slowly guided his cock into Whitney and paused twice when Whitney's
breathing quickened. He finally pushed all the way in and paused
for Whitney to get used to Clark being inside him.
"Clark..." Whitney cried for Clark to move and he complied
with the request. He locked eyes again with Clark and noted the
passion and love he saw there. Whit saw it and was surprised by
the intensity of the gaze. He never expected Clark to have feelings
for him, ever. He melted as Clark moved sending sparks of heat throughout
his body. He could not stop the moans or the cries as Clark picked
up speed. He felt the hand surround his cock and felt the pressure
in his nuts seek relief. He cried out and came so hard he saw spots.
Clark was still moving and Whitney was still reeling from the best
sex ever. He saw Clark throw his head back and then sag against
"Clark, I...can we do this again?" He saw the beautiful
smile and leaned into the kiss and felt suddenly empty as Clark
pulled away. He wanted to feel this again and again.
"Whitney, we're going to do this as often as you like. We
have to talk but consider this a beginning."
"So...so you want to be my boyfriend?"
"Whitney, I know you've wanted me and I've wanted you. Let's
decide the rest in the morning. Come on, my parents aren't home
this weekend so if you can stay, we'll see about a repeat performance
in an hour or so?"
Whitney kissed his answer to Clark's questions and smiled. For
an afternoon that was shrouded in depression, it ended in a loving