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Subject: The Love Hacker, Chapter 10 (Gay Adult/Youth) THE LOVE HACKER By Wes Leigh This is a work of fiction intended solely for the entertainment of my readers; any resemblance to any real people or places is purely coincidental. This story is the property of the author and is protected by copyright laws. The author retains all rights. No reproductions are allowed without the author’s consent. If you enjoy this story, please support the Nifty archives today with a thoughtful donation by visiting fty/. Chapter Ten: It’s Triple Threat, Baby!! I woke up the next morning, slightly confused. I felt a warm body pressed up against my back, strong arms wrapped around my chest, and a hard rod poking my ass. Staring at me from where he sat on the other bed, with a feces-ingesting grin plastered on his face, was Callum. Callum giggled softly. “What?” I whispered. He pointed his finger at me and grinned some more. I carefully extricated myself from Jason’s embrace and slid out of bed, covering Jason back up with the blanket. Then I grabbed Callum’s hand and pulled him after me into the bathroom. Closing the door behind us, I turned around to face Callum and asked, “Now … what’s so funny?” Callum shook his head. “Nothing’s funny. But I see that the Gay Guy Bed was full of gay guys last night.” Then he snickered. “We were only sleeping,” I said. “Okay. Right. It’s your story, bro.” “I mean it, Callum. Nothing happened last night. We talked for a while and then we got in bed and he hugged me and we fell asleep.” Callum nodded as if he didn’t believe me entirely. “Then how do you explain that huge boner I saw in Jason’s underwear when you got out of bed?” Callum reached over and squeezed my cock, which was also still painfully erect. “And what have you got here, Kenji?” He snickered again. “Morning wood,” I said, exasperated. “The same thing Jason has.” “Only smaller!” Callum replied, giggling. “Hush. You’re going to wake him up,” I said, pushing past Callum to turn on the shower. When the water was nice and hot, I stripped off my underwear and turned to Callum. “You going to shower with me?” He shrugged. “Might as well. We can wash each other’s backs.” He stripped his own briefs off, exposing his slightly chunky shaft jutting out over his curly red pubes. “And what is that, Callum?” I asked, pointing at his semi-erection. “Morning wood!” he replied, smiling as he pushed me into the shower. “Get in before Jason sees it.” *** As Callum soaped up my back, he asked, “What was it like, Kenji?” “What was what like?” “Sleeping with Jason.” I sighed, thinking back to the night and how it felt to have Jason holding me in bed. “It was wonderful, Callum. I felt so secure, so loved.” Callum turned my body so my back was under the spraying water and rinsed me off. Then he handed me the soap and a washcloth and turned his back to me. “My turn.” I rubbed soap on his back and began scrubbing with the washcloth as I continued speaking. “It’s not what I thought I’d be doing the first time I slept with another guy.” Callum giggled. “He’s not the first guy you’ve slept with.” “What do you mean?” “You and I have slept together hundreds of times!” he teased. I swatted his naked butt. “Ouch! That hurt!” “Then be serious,” I said. “You know what I mean. Sleeping with you doesn’t count. You’re my best friend.” Callum turned his head to look at me and smirked. “The next time I sleep over, I’ll spoon with you if you want.” We both started giggling like mad, pushing and poking each other. “You guys need to finish up in there. We need to get going soon.” We stopped and stared at each other. It was Jason, standing outside the shower. How much of our conversation had he overheard? “We’re almost done,” I said, turning Callum so I could rinse off his back. The sound of urine hitting the water in the toilet told us what Jason was doing next. “Great,” he said. “I need a shower too. And then we’d better head out for breakfast.” Callum grabbed my cock and squeezed it. “Can we have sausage and pancakes?” he asked, giggling as he pulled my penis. “I like pancakes, and Kenji loves sausages!” I grabbed Callum’s hand and pulled it off my cock, then pushed him gently, laughing. “Don’t listen to him Jason. He’s just being a dork this morning.” I heard Jason chuckle. “It’s okay, Kenji. I like sausages too.” Callum snickered even harder. He opened the shower door and pushed me out, naked, to stand in front of Jason. Then Callum pulled the shower door closed and shouted, “You guys enjoy your sausages!” I looked at Jason. He smiled at me and glanced down at my slightly erect penis. Then he pulled a towel off bahçelievler escort a shelf and wrapped it around me, hugging me gently. Holding his finger in front of his lips, he gave me the sign to be quiet. Then he took a glass off the counter, filled it with cold water, and tossed it over the shower door onto Callum. Callum screeched. “HEY! What was that for?” “Hurry up, Callum,” Jason said, stripping off his underwear. His thick cock was so adorable. Hanging down, long and low, above his full, hairy balls. He tossed his boxers onto the toilet and tugged at the shower door. “Unless you want me to come in there with you,” he added. “Coming out!” Callum shouted. The water cut off and the door opened. Callum, blushing profusely, stepped out of the shower. Jason pulled another towel from the shelf, shook it out, and wrapped it around Callum. He ruffled Callum’s wet hair and said, “You guys get dressed. I won’t be long.” *** “They will have us sitting side by side,” I explained. “Three tables. Our team on one side. The opposing team on the other side.” “Kenji should probably sit at the middle table,” Callum added. “So you can see him better, Jason, when he’s sending you signals during the game.” I nodded agreement. “I’ll wait to signal your moves until I notice you glancing over at me. We don’t want anyone to catch on to what we’re doing.” “What will they do if they catch us?” Jason asked. I shrugged. “Probably kick us out of the tournament.” “Maybe ban us forever,” Callum added. “But they won’t catch us,” I stated confidently. “Even if someone sees one of my signs, what will they think? If they don’t know what the signs mean, they’ll just think I have a nervous habit of touching my face all the time.” “Hey!” Callum said, excited. “You should do that anyway, Kenji! When the other guy is thinking about his moves. Just so they won’t suspect anything.” Jason chuckled. “That’s what we do in baseball, just in case the other team is picking up our signs. Coach gives out several fake signs with the real sign tossed out in the middle somewhere.” I bit my lip. “You guys might be onto something. But I don’t want everyone thinking I’m a freak.” “You are a freak,” Callum said, grinning. “A chess freak. A genius freak!” “Okay. I get it, Callum.” I love the little jerk, but sometimes he gets on my nerves. “You’re not a freak, Kenji,” Jason said. “And when we win the tournament, you can give them one final sign.” He held up his middle finger next to his nose, smirking. Callum snorted and pounded his leg. “I’ll do it if you will, Kenji!” His eyes flashed, daring me. How could I stay mad at the twerp? I stuck out my middle finger and touched my nose, imitating Jason. Callum held up his hand, his own finger sticking up, and stuck it in his nose, searching for a booger. We all laughed and continued eating. We were ready for the tournament. So … so ready. *** Did I mention we were ready for the tournament? Our first match was against a team of college students from Cal Poly. It was over in thirty minutes. Callum won. I won. Jason, with my help, easily won. It was a slaughter and a huge boost to our confidence. We walked around the tournament hall, watching other teams play. There were a few other players who looked like they were in high school too, although they appeared slightly older than Callum and me. Many of the competitors were Jason’s age, but a large number were older guys, in their forties or fifties. Some were very good, with solid strategies that resulted in long matches in a few cases. One lasted just over an hour, with the winner checkmating his opponent with only a knight and a bishop. That’s difficult to do, especially with the limit placed on the number of moves you can make after the last pawn is taken. I studied the winning player for the last few moves of the game. He must have been in his 60’s, with gray, frizzy hair and bifocals. His clothes were rumpled, and he appeared to be an old nerd. Callum even whispered in my ear that Old Geek was probably going to win. I shushed him and continued watching the game. Old Geek might have been unimpressive in his attire, but his chess was precise and his moves carefully calculated. He backed his opponent’s king into a corner and moved his bishop over one square, muttering, “Checkmate.” He would be a challenge to play against, I decided. With the final game of the first round completed, sixteen teams had won and moved on. Sixteen teams had been defeated and would be playing in the consolation bracket. Our opponents in round two were from Las Vegas. A team of high school kids. They were good. bakırköy escort We’d watched them play for a while, so we knew they’d be tough, but I was certain they wouldn’t be good enough to beat us. Round two against the Las Vegas kids was scheduled to begin at 1:00 p.m., only an hour away. “Let’s get some lunch,” Jason suggested. We headed out of the tournament hall, eager but nervous. Triple Threat was everything Callum and I had dreamed it would be. Thrilling victories against overmatched opponents, with the possibility of tremendous challenges in the hours ahead. Okay. Maybe I am a bit of a chess geek. *** Halfway through our afternoon match, I realized it wouldn’t be good to be too cocky. Our opponents were tough. All three had solid strategies and had obviously been well trained. Thirty minutes into the match, we were all searching for chinks in the other player’s fortifications. Callum’s legs were jumping, a nervous habit he had when he was up against someone he recognized as a respectable opponent. I wasn’t nervous; I knew I had my opponent beat. He was a skinny, nerdy kid like me, with black hair that was slightly mussed up, and a style of play that was also a bit sloppy. He had a tendency to threaten and then retreat, hoping I would make a mistake he could exploit. That wasn’t going to happen. Instead, I kept my pieces pulled back, giving him the impression that I was passive and he could attack at will. Then, when he made a series of moves intended to attack my queen-side flank, I counterattacked, destroying his king’s protection in five devastating moves. Realizing he couldn’t win, he tipped his king over and stuck out his hand. “Good game,” he said. I shook his hand and replied, “Yes, good game.” That was one win for us. “Checkmate.” I turned to see Callum’s opponent smiling and Callum staring at the board in shock. Obviously, Callum had been caught off guard. The other guy’s queen was standing right in front of Callum’s king, having just taken a knight. Damn. That was one win and one loss. But Jason was going to win. He’d been strategically moving his pieces, following each of my signals, and was well ahead on points. It was only a matter of time now. While I was distracted by Callum’s surprising loss, Jason made several moves without me, forcing his opponent into a corner. Two moves later, Jason said, “Checkmate. Good game.” The other boy nodded and stuck out his hand. “Good game,” he grumbled. Two wins. One loss. We were moving on to round three of the tournament. Eight teams remained. *** Callum didn’t stay around to watch the other matches. He wandered away and went outside. I didn’t notice until Jason tugged my arm and said, “I think something’s wrong with Callum.” We followed Callum outside and found him sitting under a tree, plucking blades of grass and tossing them angrily into the air. “Callum? You okay?” I asked. He shrugged and pulled up a handful of grass. I sat down next to him. Jason squatted on his heels on the other side. “Callum, what’s wrong?” Jason asked. Callum sighed. “I wasn’t paying attention. I should have seen that move coming. I could have ended our tournament in the second round, and it would have been all my fault.” I slid over next to Callum and hugged him. “It’s a TEAM tournament, Callum. And we’re a team. We’re in this together, and if one of us has a bad game, the other guys will carry the team on to the next round. You’ll see.” Callum grunted. “You mean Kenji the Chess Genius will carry the team to the next round. Maybe you should start giving me the signs instead of Jason. I don’t even know why I’m here, Kenji.” Jason thumped Callum on the leg. “You’re here because you’re great at chess and you’re part of the team. So snap out of it and get ready for the next round.” Callum glanced at Jason, frowning. “What if I mess up again, Jason? The teams are only going to get better. If I can’t win in the second round, that means you and Kenji will have to win all your games from now on.” Jason sat down next to Callum and pulled him into a tight hug. “Callum, do you know what Coach tells us when we’ve had a bad inning?” “What?” he mumbled. “He makes us sit down on the bench and he looks at each one of us and then he says, `Boys, you gotta have a horrible memory in baseball. You gotta forget all about the last inning and keep your eyes on the next pitch, the next hit, the next catch, and the next throw. That’s all that matters.'” Jason squeezed Callum’s shoulder. “Forget about round two, Callum. Keep your eyes on round three. On your next game, on your next move. The next guy balgat escort you play will the one hearing you say, `Checkmate,’ and looking you in the eye and saying, `Good game.'” Callum grinned and leaned against Jason. “Okay. I hear you, Jason.” “Now let’s get something to drink and a snack. Boost our sugar levels a little. Then we’re going to sit out here and think about destroying the next team we face!” Jason’s pep talk worked. Round Three. Team Sacramento, three. Team San Diego, zero. If it had been a baseball game, they would have called it a shutout! Four teams remaining. We were in the semi-finals, playing in Round Four at 10 a.m. the next day. *** That night, back in the hotel room, Callum showered first, while Jason and I sat on the love seat, talking. “I enjoyed sleeping next to you last night,” I admitted. “Even though we didn’t really do anything. It was just nice having you hold me like that.” Jason smiled. “I enjoyed it too, Kenji. I know you wanted more, but sometimes intimacy without sex can be a real turn-on. You know what I mean?” I nodded. “Yes. I didn’t expect it to be so comforting, having you hold me like that. I learned something new, and I’m glad you showed me how good it can be.” “Hey, it was good for me too,” Jason said with a grin. “You aren’t the only one who learned something new.” I turned my head to look at Jason closely. “You’ve never done that before?” “Nope,” he admitted. “First time for me too.” “I thought you had loads of experience. Being in college.” He shook his head. “No, I’m not like that, Kenji. Having a relationship with someone is more important to me than anything else.” I nodded. “I get that, but I’m beginning to wonder if I’ll ever have a relationship.” Jason threw his arm over my shoulders and hugged me. “Kenji, don’t you realize that you and I already have a relationship?” I snorted. “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, Jason, because I value your friendship, but I want something more. I NEED something more.” He pulled me closer and leaned his head against mine. “Every relationship is different, Kenji, and no relationship ever stays the same. What starts out as a friendship can become a close friendship, and a close friendship can become … well, deeper.” “I think I would like that,” I whispered. “Something … deeper.” He chuckled. “You know what I enjoy more than snuggling in bed?” “What?” I asked. “A long, sensuous shower with a guy I think is extremely sexy.” What was Jason suggesting? I gave him a sideways glance. Callum came out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel. “Who’s next?” he asked. I motioned for Jason to go ahead. “I’ll go last,” I volunteered. Jason stood up and pulled me to my feet. “Why don’t you come in too. You can sit and talk to me some more while I shower. Give me some coaching on my chess strategy.” He winked at me, making me chuckle and reluctantly agree. Callum watched us go into the bathroom, eyeing us suspiciously. I sat down on the closed toilet, watching as Jason stripped off his clothes. His back was so broad, and the muscles rippled as he pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the ground. His pants came off next. Facing away from me, I saw his round butt cheeks come into view as he slid the pants down. His cheeks flexed as he lifted one leg, then the other, removing his pants. I so wanted to reach out and squeeze them. Naked at last, Jason turned to face me. His cock was so beautiful, not even hard yet, just thrusting forward, pointing at me, beckoning me. I looked up to meet Jason’s eyes staring back at me. “Would you like to join me?” he asked. *** Warm water cascaded down on our slippery, soapy skin. Our hands slid everywhere, caressing, fondling, gently stroking. Our lips touched. Our teeth nibbled. Our tongues danced. Strong arms pulled us together and held us close. Warm bodies shivered with excitement. Hard shafts throbbed with anticipation. Kneeling down. Taking turns. Licking and squeezing and swallowing and gently touching the neck and ears of the one giving that ultimate pleasure. Moaning and releasing. Feeling the gush of fluid up and out and into the mouth. Standing and kissing. Tasting the bitter essence of love on the tongue probing your own. Sighing as you hold each other tight and allow the warm water to cascade down, soothing, as you slowly breathe in and out. *** Callum was in bed, with his eyes closed, when we left the bathroom. All the lights were off except for the one between our beds. Jason and I climbed into the Gay Guys Bed, and Jason spooned in behind me. I reached over to turn off the light and saw Callum grinning at me. I smiled back and hit the light switch. That was the last thing I remember seeing as I drifted off to sleep in Jason’s arms. The end of THE LOVE HACKER, Chapter Ten. Ummm … not sure where this is all headed. Really feeling a bit confused at this point. But determined to see it through to the end. Hope you’ll stick with me.

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