Are You True?

Title: Are You True?
Author: Zane Rosetta
Email: z_rosetta@yahoo.com
Rating: NC/17
Pairing: Lucas/Nathan, Lucas/Others, Nathan/Others Smattering of chances for pretty much everyone.
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine. Mark Schwahn made them and the WB copyrighted them. I play with for my own amusement. Mark I’ll try to not dent your boys, but hey, no promises.
Distribution: Drop me a line first and I'll see
Feedback: Criticism hits like a stake to my heart. Praise is very welcome at z_rosetta@yahoo.com cause I’m just a modest little thang (blush)
Spoilers: Non, you watch the show otherwise what the hell are you doing here?
Warning: There will be non-consensual sex, aka rape in this fic.
Notes: This is a small little series of fics based on the O.T.H. episodes, which bear their name. I just took the episodes and did what everyone else here was thinking, I tilted them a bit… okay maybe a lot ;)

Are You True?


With little time left and trailing by two points Whitey bellowed a time-out from the benches and beckoned the team over.

“We’re gonna run block for Nathan. If they double you, fight through ‘em,” Whitey said, then pointed at Nathan. “You take your shot when there’s five seconds left, let’s go.”

“Ravens on three! One, two, three, Ravens!”

“So a quick time out and the Ravens take to the court, their undefeated record at stake, eighteen seconds left on the clock,” the announcer called as both teams restarted. “They need a basket for a tie and a three pointer for the win.”

“Jagielski inbound spies Tim Smith, we’re under ten seconds to go now. Smith passes down to Nathan Scott. He’s double teamed, but he forces up a seven footer.”

Nathan took the shot…

“It’s no good off the rim, Jake Jagielski with an offensive rebound. Under five seconds on the clock. Jagielski out to Lucas Scott. He’s behind the three-point line. The Ravens are going to win or lose it right here!” the announcer yelled.

Lucas rose up seemingly in slow motion and took the shot which made a painfully slow arc up and over the Pickerington Pirates and his fellow Ravens…

… Total silence in the gym, everyone held his or her breath…

… As the full time buzzer sounded the ball dropped through the hoop.

A roar went up from the stands. Lucas’ Mom and Keith jumped up from their seats and cheered ecstatically with the rest of the home crowd. The team ran over and all but molested Lucas with hugs, ass slaps and the occasional grope in the huddle. Lucas believed that with this shot he might have actually truly become part of the team.

One person not part of the team love in was Nathan. He stood apart and glared at anyone who came near him. Lucas was going to pay for taking his shot.


Lucas got into his car after a quick shower that was almost interrupted by Mouth who barrelled in as he trying to get an exclusive for ravenshoops.com. Whitey all but picked him up by the seat of the pants to throw him out but Lucas saved him and told Whitey to put Mouth down. He then promised Mouth a full match report. Lucas was just about to put keys to ignition of his car when he got a surprise from the backseat.

“Hey dude,” Lucas turned abruptly to see one of his team-mates nearly naked in the back seat of his car.

“Ah, um, I think you’ve got the wrong car,” Lucas nearly stammered. He couldn’t remember the name but the nakedness over ruled that minor setback.

“Nah, don’t mind me I just have to get out of this uniform,” the player said. “So anyway, I’m Tim,” a hand was extended from the back seat. Lucas shook the hand knowing the intro was unnecessary but with the way this day had been going...

“I gotta tell ya dude that last shot was amazing, got me hard just watching it. How did it feel? Good right?” he said and laid a jockstrap on Lucas’ shoulder. Tim was now completely naked in the back seat of his car. Lucas tried hard not to look but couldn’t help himself. He could see how hard Tim was even in the half-light of the car. He licked his lips.

A knock at the window sent Tim to the floor but left the jock on Lucas’ shoulder. Lucas tried to compose himself whipped the jock from his shoulder and wound down the window to see Whitey looking in.

“That game wasn’t horrible,” he said.

“Thanks coach,” Lucas said.

“Well don’t turn pro yet,” Whitey continued. “You drag your scrawny butt to the weight room twice a day starting now,” he finished and moved off. Lucas attempted to get his brain back in order but Whitey was back at his window.

“Oh by the way, if you’re going to do Smith, hiding in the back there, don’t suck him off unless you want a face full,” Whitey smiled. “From what I’ve seen he has no staying power in that regard, right Smith?”

“Yes coach,” came a feeble voice from below the back seat.

“Just thought you’d like to know,” Whitey tipped his cap and moved off. Tim crawled back up to Lucas.

“At least you know I’m a sure thing,” he said weakly. Lucas couldn’t help but chuckle.

“So when that last shot went through, did you feel it change?” Tim asked.

“What?”

“The rush, all the way down to there,” Tim smiled. “Gets you hard, the cheers, the team comin’ up and almost fucking you right there on the court.”

“You just experienced your first game winning hardon,” Tim said sliding a finger down the side of Lucas’ neck. A tingle went through Lucas. “It doesn’t get much better,” Tim said sliding a shirt on. “Until your next game winning hardon, that is.”

* * * * *

Nathan had gone directly to Peyton’s house to gripe about the game. It was something he’d been doing for a while when things went badly… for him.

“Unbelievable,” Nathan grumbled lying with his arms folded on Peyton’s bed. “The guy scores twelve measly points and they act like he’s Iverson. You know how many games I scored more than that in? All but two and in one of them I had mono,” he finished.

“Well you don’t have mono now, do you?” Peyton leaned in and nuzzled Nathan, but he was in no mood, except to put it to Lucas.

“My dad’s gonna hammer me,” Nathan continued to gripe. Peyton got the hint and lay back on the bed knowing nothing was going to happen with Nathan in the mood he was in.

* * * * *

Lucas pulled up out the front of his Mom’s café and took stock of what had happened. It started out an ordinary enough day but ended with him winning the game and Tim hitting on him in the back of his car.

“Definitely not normal,” he said to himself as he got out of the car and walked up to the café. As he entered, his best friend Haley spun around ready to tell anyone that the café was closed but seeing him she just stood long red hair framing her face waiting for him to tell her how the game went.

“Twelve points, eight assists and I made the game winning shot,” Lucas said. Haley broke into a grin and all but jumped into his arms.

“That’s great, right?” she asked. Lucas nodded.

“Yeah, it’s alright,” he said.

“I can’t believe I had to work,” Haley said. “Tell me about it.”

* * * * *

After griping to Peyton, Nathan needed to let of steam and the best way to do that was with Tim. Tim was bi with a strong leaning to being gay. Almost the whole team was bi. You didn’t spend that much time with a group of guys without something giving.

“So did it work?” Nathan asked Tim as they lay in Tim’s bed together naked, Tim was absentmindedly playing with Nathan’s pierced nipple.

“Hell yeah, he’s interested,” Tim said as he moved so he was straddling Nathan. “Whitey nearly ruined the whole thing though.” He leaned down and kissed Nathan who returned the kiss and stroked Tim’s dick.

“Whitey’s the biggest queen of all,” Nathan laughed.

“So what are we gonna do?” Tim said then slid down Nathan’s body and took his dick into his mouth.

“We’ll sleep on it,” Nathan said, then lolled his head back. “Well you can finish first, then we can sleep on it.”

Tim sucked and stroked Nathan faster until after about a minute or two Nathan, grabbed hold of the wrought iron bed head and bucked into Tim’s mouth. Tim for his credit kept sucking and drank every last part of Nathan’s seed down.

* * * * *

At school the next day Lucas was at his locker talking with Haley when yet another admirer praised Lucas’ game the previous night. Haley rolled her eyes

“Alright I’m going to the tutoring center, so I can feel superior,” she said moving off then turned around again. “Hey listen they’re playing ‘Attack of the 50 Foot Woman’ at the Crescent tomorrow, you wanna go?”

“Yeah count me in,”

“Alright,” Haley said wondering off to leave Lucas at his locker.


Nathan was watching Lucas from down the hall while talking with Tim.

“So is that plan formulated or do you need more inspiration?” Tim asked and Nathan slapped him on the chest and grinned,

“Not yet, in time,” Nathan said, moving off. “You coming to practice?” he asked.

“Uh, in a minute I gotta pickup something,” Tim watched Nathan nod and move off. Once Nathan was around the corner Tim quickly walked over to the now available Lucas.

“Hey Lucas, um you didn’t happen to find my,” Tim started to ask but Lucas produced Tim’s jock from his locker. Tim glanced around and took the underwear from Lucas.

“Thanks, stud,” he said and quickly grabbed Lucas’ ass before moving off. Lucas shook his head and prepared for practice.


Nathan enjoyed this part of basketball almost more than the game itself. The after game shower. If you could call the scoring celebration a ‘love in’ then showering was like an orgy. Guys all soaped up sliding in and out of each other, steam everywhere, guys on their knees, water and cum flowing down the drain. Nathan usually got off after a game or practice. After this practice he was first in and out of the showers. He was slowly dressing with a few other guys as Lucas came through, stripped down, quickly wrapped a towel around himself and headed to the showers.

Nathan waited until the last of the team had gone before going back into the showers.

The sight of Lucas with his head back, water coursing down his lean frame. Nathan was instantly hard. He pulled at his jeans to adjust the hardness but that just made his cock flex. He watched Lucas grab the soap and lather up.

Nathan was breathing heavy as Lucas rubbed the soap across his chest, working it into each armpit, then down to his crotch.

Nathan watched as Lucas threw back his head and rubbed the soap into his already half hard cock. The soap was replaced back in the holder but the hand returned and started to stroke.

With one hand down his jeans Nathan was jerking off in time with Lucas. His eyes focused on Lucas’ hard, wet, soapy dick.

“Yeah Nate, take that up your ass,”

The words shocked Nathan and he stumbled slightly. Some of the stumble was caused by the fact he was light headed with lust the other was Lucas’ mutterings.

“You like it deep inside you, don’t you? Come on Nathan you bitch,” Lucas moaned one hand jerking his pole the other fingering his ass.

Nathan was incredibly aroused and extremely pissed at the same time.

How dare he fuck me, Nathan thought. I’m the one who fucks, not the other way around.

Nathan was tempted to walk into the showers, fully clothed, push the moist Lucas up against the cool tiled wall and shove it deep inside his soap slicked hole.

The rage welling up inside Nathan made him hornier than he thought possible. He grabbed the closest clean thing to jerk off in, which just happened to be Lucas’ towel and ran to the locker room.

Nathan yanked down his jeans, straddled the bench and threw Lucas’ towel on his stomach and chest so as not to cum all over himself. The proximity of the Lucas’ aroma coming from the towel and his own hand a blur on his pole, Nathan shot a load that hit him on the cheek the other spurts pooling on the towel.

He breathed heavily, wiping his cheek and softening dick with the towel.

“Holy fuck,” he breathed and lay back on the bench savouring the moment. It could only be a moment thought as he remembered what Lucas said.

“Time for a little payback,” Nathan said as he got up re-dressed and then opened Lucas’ locker. The smell started to get him hard again. He tried to ignore his dick and gathered up all of Lucas’ clothes. He stuffed them into his gym bag and hurried out.

Lucas slid his soaped slicked hand faster and faster on his pole. His free hand found his hole and he forced in a finger. Within a minute one finger graduated to two, now sliding in and out of his hole.

“Oh fuck, yes,” Lucas breathed as water poured over him and steam billowed around him.

Faster and faster, Lucas was so close at this point he couldn’t stop the inevitable even if someone walked in. His chest rose and fell as quick as his stroking hand.

“Make me cum!” he yelled and shot a thick creamy load up onto his chest. It was quickly washed away and Lucas stood with one hand on the tiled wall supporting him. After a minute or two of the water washing away his exertions, both on the court and otherwise he turned the water off and turned to his towel.

Which was not there.

Lucas padded over to the tiled half wall where he was sure he’d left his towel. He looked over to see if it had fallen. Nothing.

He made his way to the locker room. He’d just grab his clothes and head home wet. He opened his locker to find.

Nothing. All his clothes were gone.

This was the team having a little fun, huh, so much for being part of the team.

Lucas felt more alone than ever, standing cold, wet and naked in the locker room. After a moment or two of dejection he realised that feeling alone wasn’t going to help his current predicament. Luckily he remembered that he’d parked his car close to the school today. All he needed was something to cover himself till he got to the car and get home.

“I’ve got no choice,” he said to himself.

Anyone who saw Lucas leave the locker room couldn’t help but laugh. Lucas admitted he’d laugh too if it wasn’t him in the situation.

Lucas held one basketball to his crotch and another against his ass. Twenty, maybe thirty feet and he’d be in his car. He moved quickly and was half way there when the door at the end of the hall opened and Whitey walked in reading some papers. Lucas inexplicably stopped moving in the hopes that Whitey would continued reading and not see that he was completely naked but for his balls, basketballs.

“And I was just getting used to low waist jeans,” said Whitey as he walked past Lucas trying his best to be invisible but failed miserably. Whitey paused before going back into the locker room. “Let’s go ball boy,” he said. Lucas dejectedly walked back where Whitey gave him some spare clothes from the storeroom.


The next day at practice Nathan was doing his warm up with the team when Whitey called him over. Whitey knew that Nathan was somehow responsible for Lucas’ ‘ball boy’ routine from yesterday. It could have been gentle hazing by the team but Whitey knew better. If the stealing of his clothes was the beginning for Lucas then what Whitey had to say to Nathan was really going to escalate things.

“I’ve been tinkering with the offence, you’ll be playing more small forward,” Whitey said.

“Forget it,” Nathan shot back. “I’m the shooting guard.”

“That’s funny,” Whitey chuckled. “I thought I was the coach. As a mater of fact, you can call me that and I’ll call you ‘small forward’,” Whitey said smiling. “Nathan Scott, small cock,” he chuckled then checked himself. “I’m sorry, small forward, has a nice ring to it either way,” Whitey winked and wondered off. Nathan watched as Lucas took a shot. He was going to take him down, one way or another.


Another practice session and Nathan had an impromptu meeting with the team, without Lucas. He was hoping for everyone’s support and he knew he’d get it.

“Look, you guys are the ones I feel sorry for,” Nathan said. “Me, I’m gonna get my minutes but you guys have been busting your tails since junior leagues. Now you finally get your shot and Whitey give the starting spot to this guy?” he said then paused for what he hoped was dramatic effect. “It’s not right. If you ask me he shouldn’t even be on the team.”

“So then what are we going to do?” Tim asked.

“We’re gonna make him earn it,” Nathan said. “At least make him suffer like we did,” he finished. And just in time as Lucas walked in and over to his locker which was unlocked. He wasn’t sure what he was going to find when he opened it but with the whole team looking on he couldn’t just chicken out.

Water spilled out of the locker and landed on his shoes. All his gear was drenched. The team was in hysterics.

“It’s only gonna get worse man,” Nathan said then moved off into the gym with the rest of the team. Lucas surveyed his wet clothes as Jake walked into the locker room.

“And so the hazing begins. Right on schedule,” he sniffed the air. “Can you smell the desperation?” asked Jake. He opened his locker and offered Lucas some dry clothes. “We all went through it, hang in there.”


Back out on the court the team was warming up for practice.

“So what happens if we haze this guy and he doesn’t go away?” Tim asked Nathan as they wait to take shots at the basket.

“With what I’ve got planned, he will,” Lucas said.

“What if he doesn’t,” Tim asked.

“If he doesn’t, I got a backup plan,” he said grinning at Tim. Tim smiled back and ran off to play the ball.


“Identity. This was a common theme in the work of E.E. Cumings. While it’s true he was most known as a…” the teacher droned on. English Lit was probably Lucas’ best subject. He was emersed in the lesson unlike most of the rest of the class, including…

“Lucas, what’s your favourite colour?” Brooke asked Lucas out of the blue as he was taking notes. Lucas knew Brooke Davison was the head cheerleader and something of a slut but he tried to look past the negatives in people. He looked around for teacher proximity and then looked back at her and replied.

“Black?”

“B-L-A-C-K,” Brooke spelt out with her cootie catcher while keeping one eye on the teacher.

“When Cummings died in 1962, he was enormously popular, especially with young readers,” the teacher said passing by Brooke. Once he was back at the front of the class Brooke probed Lucas again.

“What’s your favourite number?” she asked of Lucas. Lucas, somewhat intrigued put up three fingers. Brooke counted off on the blasphemy of origami.

“Okay, what’s your favourite sexual position?” she asked. Lucas’ eyes went wide and he looked around again for the teacher before venturing an answer but it was too late. “I’ll use mine,” Brooke said. She flipped the cootie catcher one two many times for Lucas’ liking.

“Hmmm, interesting,” she said but before Lucas could ask why the teacher had walked by and snatched the paper folded profanity away.


After school, Lucas sat in his room and went over the days events in his head. First off training where the team drenched his stuff, then Jake helping him out, Brooke and her damn cootie catcher… He fell backwards onto his bed. And above everything else, Nathan. Lucas’ hand almost involuntarily slid down the front of his track pants. He was half hard just thinking about Nathan. In no time he was pointing north with the image of Nathan in the showers in his head again. It had been a couple of days since he’d jacked off in the showers at school thinking about fucking Nathan. Lucas absently ran a finger over the head of his cock and felt the warm wetness of precum. Lucas pulled off his pants and looked at his cock, its tip glistening. He shook his head and pulled his pants back up.

“I must be out of my mind,” he said to himself. After a moment he grabbed his keys and basketball to head to the river court to clear his head.

As he pulled up at the riverside court he could tell something was wrong. He got out of the car and walked over to see trashcans overturned, the backboard and hoop dangling low from the main support. On the backboard something was spray painted on. Lucas made is way onto the court kicking trash out of the way to see crude letters spell out ‘You Suck’. He was surprised that ‘suck’ was actually spelt with a ‘c’ in it. He would have laughed at his own attempt at humour to lighten the situation. He was so far from happy that it was all he could do not to kick the shit out of the trash on the ground… but what would that accomplish? Instead Lucas got back into the car went home got some equipment and set about cleaning up his court.

All the time thinking about how he could get back at Nathan for this.

Later that night while helping his Uncle Keith in his auto repair garage there was a banging on the door.

“Sorry, we’re closed,” Keith yelled out over the noise of an engine they were testing, when from around the corner came Jake.

“Hi I’m Jake,” he said by way of introduction.

“Hi Jake, I’m Keith.”

Jake nodded to Lucas.

“How ya doin’?” he asked.

“I’ve got some paperwork to do, see ya,” Keith said less than subtly removing himself from the now tension filled garage.

“Heard about the court,” Jake said.

“You heard about it or you were there?” Lucas shot back harshly.

“Hey I don’t buy into that mob rule nonsense. I play defence, I live my life, I jack off, that’s it,” Jake said.

“Yeah, what about the rest of the team?”

“They jack off too,” Jake said trying to lighten the mood but one look at Lucas’ steely gaze squashed that idea. Jake sighed.

“Look, Luke the guys on the team are in a tough spot, cause of the suspension most of these guys are younger and they’re not going to stand up to Nathan,” Jake said, shrugging his shoulders. “He’s fucked most of them anyway. It’s not right but that’s the way it is.”

“Yeah well, ‘the way it is’ doesn’t work for me and it doesn’t work for my friends,” Lucas said getting angrier by the minute that Jake wasn’t the same as the rest of the team which would make it so much easier to hate him.

“Yeah, I know that’s kinda why I came here,” Jake said coming a little closer to Lucas. “This thing could get really messy if someone doesn’t take the high road and I know this is not my place to ask but I was just hoping that you could rise above it.”

“I don’t think I could do that,” Lucas said.

“Okay, just know that if you do, the teams gonna come around. They’ll see that you’re a good guy and a hell of a player,” Jake said.

“And if I can’t?” Lucas asked.

“Then I got your back,” Jake said.

Lucas was now more confused than ever. Here was this great guy that seemed to be able to rise above all the shit the team throws at others, himself included, and still play a great game of basketball.

He was really confused.


The next night Lucas was looking forward to spending an evening with his best friend, Haley. He’d been waiting for this since they’d talked about it in the halls at school. “Attack of the 50 Foot Woman.” Something silly to make him forget his troubles with the team. He was on the hurry up, cause he was running a little late. He was just about at the movie theatre when he heard a voice call out from behind and the screeching noise. Before he knew it, everything went dark as a bag went over his head and many hands lifted him up and threw him into the back of a van.

He was held down in the back of the van, the hands of the team were all over him. He knew it was the team, he could hear Tim giggling and could make out the voices of more of them. They were groping and pulling at his crotch, pinching his nipples through the fabric of his shirt. He was getting hard and couldn’t help it.

“Damn it, he’s packing an iron rod in those pants,” Tim said. The rest of the team shushed him and after about a ten-minute bumpy ride he was hauled back out of the van and now had his hands loosely tied behind his back.

Lucas could smell something unpleasant, he was in the swampland just out side of town and a little up river. As one of his team ‘mates’ pulled the sack off his head this was confirmed. He was then thrown into the rancid water. He fought for a moment to get back up, and then he heard a voice, that he would now hate with passion he didn’t think possible.

“Well, well the gang’s all here,” Nathan said walking towards Lucas as he struggled to stand up after being thrown into the swamp. “Told you it was gonna get worse.” Nathan finished then looked Lucas up and down. He looked even hotter wet. Nathan had an idea.

“Now you see normally this is when you become part of the team. We’d have a keg, tell some war stories but with you…” Nathan let the words hang for a moment. “With you, you’re gonna have to give a little extra.” As Nathan finished two of the team grabbed his arms. Lucas tried to struggle out of their grasp but he was going nowhere.

Nathan sauntered over and boldly took a hold of Lucas’ crotch through the wet fabric.

“Not bad,” Nathan said stroking Lucas. “But let’s see what else is on offer,” Nathan smiled then made a signal. Rough hands of the team pulled the clothes from Lucas until all he was wearing was his shorts and shoes. Nathan wondered back over and ran a lazy finger down Lucas’ bare chest. Lucas was incredibly hard and tenting his shorts visibly. Nathan allowed his hand to drop to Lucas’ hardness and caress it almost gently.

The rest of the team were in various states of undress but for some reason that didn’t register with Lucas until later, maybe it was because Nathan was jerking him off. Nathan’s hand had slid into Lucas’ shorts and was still lightly gliding over his cock. Lucas was delirious with arousal. He could feel hot breath on his back and turned to see Tim whose fingers found Lucas’ ass.

“You like that don’t you?” Nathan asked, his hand barely touching Lucas’ cock. He nodded to Tim who pulled down Lucas’ underwear. Lucas’ hard cock bounced free and before the underwear hit the ground he felt something warm and wet in his ass.

Tim was rimming him.

Lucas had never been rimmed before. He’d seen movies and downloaded a bit of porn from the net but nothing could prepare him for the sensation of a tongue up his ass. Lucas was roughly pushed against the bonnet of one of the cars. Tim whose magical tongue was gone for a moment returned quickly. Lucas couldn’t help but moan. He was getting off on this and he shouldn’t have been.

So this was team bonding. Tim would rim him; the rest of the team would fool around with each other.

Or not.

Tim’s tongue was gone again but replacing it with very little ceremony was a hard cock. It couldn’t be anything else. Lucas yelled as it was pushed deep inside him. He looked around for help but all he saw was the team jerking their dicks. Lucas’ ass hurt so much but at the same time it felt so good. He left like he could get used to it, but as if sensing his acceptance of a cock up his ass, the fucker pulled almost all the way out of Lucas then thrust all the way back in. Lucas was pressed into the bonnet of the car his hard dick scraping against the front of the car.

Intense pain and exquisite pleasure combined into one.

Nathan had never had an ass this tight. It’d been a while since he’d fucked a virgin hole. It felt so good. His balls slapped against Lucas’ ass. Damn this felt good. Nathan almost felt inclined to reach around and jerk Lucas’ pole as he fucked him but instead held onto Lucas’ hips and kept thrusting in.

“Fucking fuck me will you,” Nathan hissed under his breath. “Fuck this.” He pulled out of Lucas so that only the tip of his dick was inside then after a moment he pushed all the way back in. Lucas was slammed into the bonnet and Nathan didn’t care.

After a few more thrusts Nathan pulled out of Lucas and walked around to the front of his estranged sibling and pulled him from the bonnet of the car.

“Suck me bitch,” Nathan commanded. Lucas was delirious with pleasure and pain and couldn’t help but comply. He latched onto Nathan’s cock with the suction of a hoover.

“Oh damn yeah,” Nathan threw his head back. Lucas couldn’t know what he was doing at the time; all he knew was that he was sucking Nathan and that Nathan tasted good.

Another cock up Lucas’ ass interrupted this. He wasn’t sure who it was but someone else was fucking him. It seemed like the team was going to take turns fucking him. Some were bigger some smaller but it seemed that only he was going to be doing anything with Nathan.

Lucas’ ass was throbbing with the exertions of the team. He could somehow tell that Nathan was close to cumming. He could feel the team all around him jerking their cocks. Tim was the first to shoot a load onto Lucas that started a chain reaction in which the whole team covered Lucas in cum.

Lucas was exhausted. He was having trouble standing but before he could think of anything else, Nathan shuddered and shot his creamy load into Lucas’ mouth. Lucas gagged at first with some of the cum, running out of his mouth but then he resumed sucking like he was drinking from a straw.

Nathan nearly lost his balance as he pulled out of Lucas’ mouth. His head was spinning. He’d never had such an intense experience from a fuck and a blowjob. He attempted to get dressed but instead shook his head clear and got into his car to drive off. The rest of the team got the hint that the party was over and it was time to go.

Lucas was only half aware of cars being started up. Someone threw his clothes at him. He stumbled over to a trash and threw up into it. He’d never felt so awful in all his life.

He managed to stagger home at about 1.30 in the morning and collapse into bed.


Later that morning Lucas lay in bed. His ass still throbbed from the team fucking it. He really didn’t want to go to school today. He could fake a sick day but that wouldn’t really be taking the high road, as Jake had put it. He tried to remember if he’d seen Jake last night with the rest of the team. Most of the night was a disjointed memory of guys fucking him. What he did remember was how Nathan had made him feel like less than what he was and that hurt more than his ass. He threw the covers back got up somewhat gingerly and made for a shower to get ready for school.

Later at practice Whitey had split the team in two and had them playing against each other.

After a few passes Tim had the ball but he was blocked in. Lucas was waving frantically at the only open gap Tim had. Tim for his part was totally ignoring Lucas and looking for another team-mate to pass to. Lucas got fed up by this and moved around Tim, grabbed the ball and dunked in the basket. Tim was incensed.

“What the hell was that?!” he yelled at Lucas pushing into him. Lucas pushed back and it was all about to explode when Jake stepped between them and calmly pushed Lucas back.

“But he stole the ball from his own team!” Tim yelled at Whitey.

“But nothing!” Whitey yelled back enraged. “That guy has hit seven in a row and you won’t pass him to ball!” he bellowed then turned to Lucas. “And you! This is a team game.” Whitey looked at the whole team. “If you guys don’t get your cocks out of your asses, I might be forced to suspend my second team this season. Go home!” Whitey stalked away.

The team started for the showers. Jake sidled up to Lucas.

“So much for taking the high road, huh?” he said. Lucas chuckled slightly and made for the showers


The next night was the annual burning boat festival. Pretty much the whole town was there. Lucas had made his contribution to the boat, the name “Scott” off the back of his Raven’s jersey. He didn’t want to be associated with the name if he could help it, Haley was with him for moral support.

“I tried to call you about last night,” Lucas said as they wondered away from the boat.

“Yeah what happened? I tried calling you but got no answer. I was really worried about you,”

“Yeah, I know, and I’m sorry, I had an outing with the team,” Lucas said.

“Why do I think this story doesn’t end with the team going out for burgers and fries?” Haley asked.

“Maybe they did but they fucked the shit out of me first and left me up river near the swamplands,” he said. Haley put her hand to her mouth shocked.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Mostly my ass is bruised along with my self esteem and my faith that things will get better,” he said.

“Luke, I just wish things could get better for you,” Haley said.

“Trust me, so do I.”

“They’re not going to, are they?”

“Well, not without a fight,” Lucas said. Haley sniffed a little and was on the verge of crying when Lucas hugged her.

“Hey, hey, hey. I’ll find a way to get past this. Don’t worry about it,” Lucas said as the hugged for a moment then Haley pulled away and wiped her eyes.

“You know what? Um, we need sodas, I’ll go get some meet you back here?” she said trying to pull herself together.

“Okay,” Lucas said then held her hand for a moment. “Sure you’re okay?” he asked. Haley smiled and nodded.

“I’m okay,” she said. Lucas let her go then looked around to see most of the team arriving for the burning boat ceremony.

Lucas grabbed his backpack and walked up to them, somewhat gingerly and faced Nathan down. He threw a green spray paint can at Nathan that he’d pulled from his bag.

“You left that at the court,” Lucas said. Nathan looked at the can then passed it to Tim.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Nathan said

“Then call it a gift,” Lucas said then decided to go all the way. “Besides, you’re gonna need it to paint over your scoring title in the gym, ‘cause I’m taking it.” Most of the team chuckled and Nathan scoffed.

“Yeah, in your dreams,” Tim piped up. Lucas looked at Tim with venom then moved that look to Nathan

“I don’t care what you do to me. Whatever you got, you better bring it, ‘cause I’m not going anywhere.” Lucas said then handed Nathan the bag and rope that was used against him at the swamp.

“Burn these for me, would you?” Lucas said before turning away to join his friends.

~fin~

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Justin: This sucks.
Brian: And not in a positive life affirming way.
-Queer As Folk (US) Season 3