of Mice and Men

Adam looked up at Matt's tall, towering body with delight. The fey figure, the taught muscles, hairless body.
He never expected them to land in such a situation, never intended this to happen. It was entirely accidental, but couldn't have gone better.
They'd just stolen some bourbon biscuits from the kitchen, but quarrellings over who would get the first chocolaty bite, the biscuits were spilled all over Adam's lap.
Always the dominant one, Matt lent over, crouching down to pick up the biscuits.
But this time, he stared at Adam in a way that he hadn't done before.
Started at him with lust.

"Let me... clean these crumbs off you" Matt said, fingering clumsily down Adam's body, brushing down the biscuits with just a little more eagerness than would normally be comfortable.
Adam tremored as his crotch was cleaned down... knowing that his lust for Matt would become apparent by the ever growing bulge, he lept at the opportunity
Grabbing Matt's collar, he yanked him down. Lips connecting, shaking rapidly, first kisses for the both of them.
Matt returned force, pressing his tongue against Adam's, rolling over, tongues fighting. Buttons being undone. Soon, naked bodies rolling against the summer grass, matt's acne ridden back glinting in the sunlight.
But it wasn't something to deter Adam Pressing down against it, he massaged matt's cock while spreading apart his arse. Cock gripped firmly in his hand, he entered...
But no sooner had he entered but half an inch, Matt shoved him away and took position over him. Adam's curly head reflected in the sheen of a certain broken spoon, the two boys began a dance that was both painfully awkward and hauntingly beautiful...
Pulling back on Adam's hair, Matt's ran his fingers through his stubble. No, not stubble. The light fluff that constituted Adam's facial hair gave Matt a certain sense of empowerment, a sense of maturity over the younger boy. He felt his cock stiffen, rising up amongst the proper, thick bushy hair of a real man.

Adam's white school shirt rubbed against the grass in a rough action that was sure to leave stains. Despite his love of cleanliness, the russet haired lad thought only of the fire that spread quickly from his lower regions to a place much less touched... his heart.
Unsure as to whether penetration was the right way forward, Adam broke down in tears. Wrapping himself around Matt, he wanted little more than to cuddle him. Sex can wait, as for one so usually self contained, Adam had *alot* to open up about.
Unfortunately for Adam, his companion did not share the same ideals. He slapped the boy and hissed menacingly in his ear. "Fucking faggot. Just lie there and get fucked like a good little queer." Adam tried to speak but could produce naught but a whimper. He nodded shakily and turned his head to the side. Matt leered down at him. "Good pet..." he whispered.
He bent his head down and sunk his teeth into Adam's ivory neck
Gritting his teeth as Matthew forced himself inside, Adam let out a tense, painful moan... struggling to escape but held down by Matthew's sheer strength.
"I'll show you who gets the fucking bourbons now." Snarled Matt, powerfully sodomizing the restrained Gilbert.
The pain was searing, Adam's psyche took him to a safe area, memories of a happier time. Memories of playing in his back garden, of frolicking in the sandpit with his sister.
"No!" shouted Matt. "Open your eyes! I want to see your pretty face when I come." Adam nodded again and slid his once prostrate arms around Matt's pockmarked shoulders. Matt thrust into him with a force that Adam had seen only in the power of religion. He was vaguely reminded of the jackhammer that his father used when building the family a new poolhouse in which to entertain foreign guests.

"No, no, no" thought Adam This was never how he planned to lose it, his precious 'v card', as mother used to call it. A wasted life flashed before his eyes, directions he should've taken, exams he should've passed. Friends he should never have made.
But alas, he was hear now, having his prostate excavated like some fossil of times gone past.
He felt a rush of relief as he felt Matt's dirt-encrusted fingernails cut wine coloured crescents into the goosebumped skin above his protruding ribs. The older boy grunted, deep within his throat and after giving a few more erratic thrusts, spilled his wasted seed inside of Adam and collapsed on top of him. It seemed like hours before he rolled away and lay splayed on the grass, seemingly asleep.
Adam, shaking with the adrenaline, huddled against the summer bloomed tree. It was a strange experience, one that, although mostly unpleasant, was something he would be up for repeating. As Matt lay there, his withered cock slowly dripping onto the grass, Adam brought up memories of the act, the pulls, the pressure... Grasping his own, semi erect phallus he pathetically pumped away, trying to get some sort of reaction, something to make the ordeal worthwhile. But here, nothing like that would happen. Over years of rampant self abuse, Adam had developed a certain fetish, an inability to ejaculate without his mother's prize rug wrapped around his cock.
All too soon, Adam was pulled from his childhood memories with a sudden-ness that could only be matched by his lover's climax. His pounding heart dropped immediately to his freckled stomach when he heard a crowd of voices that could only be one thing. A group of school staff, quickly approaching. After all, it was only five minutes until Maths... Fin.