The Sexual Escapades of Alfred F. Jones::Part 2::
Title: The Sexual Escapades of Alfred F. Jones
Author/Artist:
blahblahyourmom
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America, England, Russia, Japan,
Rating: M
Warnings: Underage sex, cursing, gay sex, dub-con Maybe OOC-ness? IDK.
Summary: The romantic, humorous, and dramatic life of Alfred F. Jones as he navigates from high school into college and the real world. There will be a Russian in his future. Yup. M: For swears, boyonboy sex, dubious consent, blowjobs, and other lovely things. (Summary changed.)
Alfred thought over the locker room discussion that night as he lay awake staring at his ceiling. And because of it all he couldn’t sleep. What didn’t help was that it was nearing two in the morning. On a school night. Just his luck.
With a groan Alfred rolled over with a sigh, burrowing his face into his Captain America sheeted pillow. Mmm, Captain America. Alfred wouldn’t mind having him for a fuck buddy. He totally wouldn’t mind being the one getting fucked in that sort of situation. Hell, he’d let Cap do whatever the hell he wanted with him.
The whole idea made him excited. In under five minutes Alfred had three fingers in his ass and a hand around his dick. He pushed his fingers in and out of himself as he stroked, face buried into his pillow to muffle his moans. Being a teenage boy he came quickly, biting down into his pillow to silence himself. Alfred lay there for a few moments panting to regain his composure before he slid out of bed to change his sheets….and clean himself up too. The clock ticked to 2:30 by the time he was finished. By 2:45, he was asleep.
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The next morning at school Arthur passed him a note during their Physics class.
’My house. 5 pm. Parents will be out at some stupid gala thing.'
Arthur’s parents were never around. As they would discover over the next few months, heck, over the next few weeks this would be to their advantage. Alfred’s mother just thought they were friends again.
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Arthur pressed Alfred into sex within a week of their ‘special relationship.’
He would have liked to wait a bit longer before delving into having sex too, but Arthur threatened to out them both to the whole school. Which scared Alfred a bit.
It wasn’t that he was ashamed of the fact that he perhaps liked guys instead of girls. (For the record, he wasn’t. He had a whole list of reasons why that only Kiku and Matt were allowed to see.) It was just…he was scared of what his parents would say. How his classmates and teachers would react. Arthur knew this so well and exploited it. Exploited and used it to top Alfred every single goddamn time (read: nearly every day) they had sex
In the end, for a good many years, Alfred would regret the relationship he had agreed to with Arthur. It wouldn’t be until he was much older that he would realize how it helped him mature and prepare himself for the real world in a way.
But in the present, Alfred hid being miserable. He went to school. He hung out with Kiku and drew comics. He did his homework. He let Arthur fuck him as many times as he wanted.
For a year, it was all the same pattern. Until the beginning of senior year towards homecoming season. That was when shit hit the fan.
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Arthur was on the school’s soccer team that year. He was shorter than Alfred he was stronger and had muscle where Alfred had a bit of chub. He’d grown less awkward and obnoxious and had taken on suave gentlemanly airs in front of the ladies. With Alfred, however, he relapsed into the ass he always had been.
They had P.E. last period together most days that year, to Arthur’s delight and Alfred’s disappointment. The former would always try and get the latter to stay later after school for locker room shower sex, but Alfred would always skip washing and head straight home those days on purpose. Even if it meant Arthur would fuck him with little lube the next time. One day, Alfred didn’t get away easily enough.
That day would be forever burned in his memory.
Arthur had been ignoring him for odd reasons for the whole week before. Alfred was slightly befuddled by the cold shoulder he was getting and tried to confront the other boy a few times only to be roughly shoved aside. Arthur wasn’t even bugging him constantly over text messages for sex or some other kind of kinky shit. As the days wore on and passed, Alfred had himself believing that he missed Arthur and their ‘relationship.’ One Friday, after P.E. he managed to corner Arthur before they all went out to the field.
“Look, we need to talk after class,” He said, trying to sound strong but ending up staring at his feet instead. “You’re being an ass and I want to know why.” ‘Being an ass’ wasn’t the right terminology to use at the moment, but whatever.
“Oh?” Arthur rose his thick eyebrows as if he were surprised. “About what?”
Alfred wanted to punch him so badly at that moment, but one of Arthur’s stupid teammates stuck his head in and yelled at them that the teacher was pissy and they would run five more laps if they didn’t get their asses out to the field right that moment.
“You better be there,” Alfred told Arthur before turning and doing his awkward jog out to the field. He spent the whole period walking around the track, silently thanking God over and over in his head that walking around the track instead of participating was an option. When the period (and school) was over he shuffled along with the rest of his class back into the locker room. He didn’t need to shower and thus just fussed around the inside of his locker. When he thought everyone except Arthur had gone, he stood up and made his way to Arthur’s locker on the other side of the row. No one was there.
“Arthur?” He called. No response.
Rolling his eyes his headed into the bathroom, expecting to find Arthur in there wanting to coerce him into making up for the week of no sexual activities.
What he did find should of come to no surprise at all for him.
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Alfred remembered walking into the showers expecting to find Arthur. Alone.
He didn’t expect to walk in and find Arthur and the few teammates in their P.E. class to be standing there with devious grins and, oh dear Lord, hard raging cocks.
His mouth dropped open and he stepped back. It took him a few moments to find his voice. “C-Chirst, Kirkland. I didn’t know the soccer team was gay.”
The grins turned to angry sneers and before Alfred could react, two had surged forward and grabbed him. One pinned a hand over his mouth and an arm over his chest while the other set to stripping Alfred. Oh, he fought back. When he’d been stripped the hand moved from his mouth he made to yell out, but Arthur silenced him by sticking a washcloth in his mouth. “They’re going to keep your secret, Al,” He grinned as the third guy helped wrestle Alfred to his knees. “In exchange for you giving them what they want.”
Alfred was secretly hoping this was all some sick joke, but shit! He may have hated Arthur and the other three more than anything at the moment but inside deep down he had to admit to himself that they were pretty good looking. One of the other guys, a curly blonde Adonis (oh God why why why did he think these things), stepped in and pressed his cock to Alfred’s lips. Reluctantly, Alfred took him in. The guy clearly had never been blown before (or maybe Alfred liked to think that he was just so great at blowjobs) because he pretty much rammed the back of Alfred’s mouth, causing him to choke. Having experienced this a few times before (once again, read: because of the times Arthur had gone on vacation for two or more weeks and illness), he easily recovered and started bobbing his head back and forth.
Arthur was smirking the whole while as one of the other two, a brunette stud with amazing pecs, was slicking up with soap. Arthur helped to situate Alfred so he could still suck the curly blonde off. Alfred himself barely paid mind until he felt dick pocking his asshole. Eyes widening, he made a noise that made the curly blonde groan and come. Pft. Amateur. Alfred spit the cum out and cried out softly as the brunette pushed into him. The cry was muffled by the third guy, a red head, shoving into his mouth. He was getting into it now, hard like the rest of them. But the brunette had his arms held behind his back.
“Christ, Artie,” The curly blonde said as he and Arthur watched Alfred being fucked on both ends. “You were right.”
“I always am right,” Arthur replied with a snarky grin as he watched Alfred being shoved onto his hands and knees.
For a half hour or more, God knows how long-Alfred didn’t even know, the four alternated between fucking Alfred or being blown by him until they were well spent. Except for Arthur that is. He managed to contain himself as they dressed and when he offered to drive Alfred home.
Alfred wouldn’t look at or speak him the whole ride home. Arthur took the time to enjoy the silence.
He pulled into his own driveway despite having offered to take Alfred home. “You’re a slut, you know that Jones?” He said, breaking the silence.
To his surprise, Alfred nodded. Was that a tear? Or a trick of the light. Arthur would never know. Nor would he ever care. He got of the car and started up to the front door. Alfred followed after a few moments.
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The following Monday Arthur received another surprise.
A surprise in the form of Alfred making the biggest announcement of their high school career.
He’d been busy laughing and jostling around with his teammates amidst the usual bustle and noise of the cafeteria. And then, it happened.
“My name, as many of you know, is Alfred F. Jones.” Alfred stood on a table despite being hissed at by the lunch aides. “Occasional punching bag, resident geek and nerd-“ That earned quite a few laughs and snorts. “And I’d like to let you all know that I am gay and proud of it.” He was grinning. The whole cafeteria just stared. “And, I’d also like to inform you all that over there at that table full of mindless idiot.” He pointed directly at Arthur. “Sits four of our fellow peers who I let fuck me senseless the other day. The ringleader of them is dear Artie Kirkland.”
Arthur felt his cheeks heat up. His teammates looked livid.
“Also, try to pull a hate crime and my dad, a STATE TROOPER, will personally handle the matter.”
With a grin Alfred sat down. Kiku gave him one of his rare smiles of approval. Matt just facepalmed. Rafael stated that he wasn’t surprised and congratulated Alfred in a rare act of kindness. Five minutes later they were bickering again.
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After that, Alfred and Arthur didn’t talk at all after that. They made a point of ignoring each other pointedly. Teachers made it a habit of not assigning them to work together either.
The year went on. SATs were taken. College applications sent in. Kiku on his way to becoming class valedictorian.
Winter passed into spring.
Alfred was accepted to every college he applied to. He settled on a college in New York City where he could study the wonders of the comic book arts. Kiku decided to go to the same school for computer art.
They graduated. Matt left for training. Alfred worked at a comic book store over the summer. In his spare time, he and Kiku made and read comics and manga or played video games. Or he wrote to Matt, bitching about everything from there being no guys of his type in town to their mother constantly borrowing his car after wrecking hers when Alfred informed her that he was gay.
It was a good summer. Alfred saw Arthur twice, but ignored him. The second time, Arthur had seemed like he was going to approach Alfred by loitering in front of the comic book store Alfred worked at. But in the end he had left. Alfred didn’t care.
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The end of the summer approached. Alfred and Kiku would be rooming together at school and picked their things to color coordinate. Matt affectionately called them the biggest dorks in the universe.
Alfred happily agreed.
Alfred and Kiku moved into college towards the end of August. Mrs. Jones sniffled when it was time for her and Alfred’s father to head home and had to be dragged from the premises by Mr. Jones. Alfred rolled his eyes after her.
That night he topped a guy for the first time. And then got into a fight with said guy’s boyfriend.