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Subject: The Love Hacker, Chapter 8 (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 Eight: Decisions, Decisions, Decisions I knew Callum would be upset with me, but it had to be done. It was the weekend before Triple Threat, and Callum was spending the night at my house. We were both groaning from full stomachs after raiding the refrigerator. As we relaxed on my bed, I rolled on my side to face Callum and said, “I can’t wait any longer. I have to tell Jason.” He turned to look at me and saw the anguish in my eyes. “One week before the tournament? You’ve made it this far and now you want to tell him?” “I don’t want to tell him, but it’s tearing me up inside to continue lying to him.” Callum frowned. “You aren’t actually lying to him.” “Noooo … I’m just not telling him the truth.” Callum sat up and scooted down to the foot of the bed. His back was to me, so I couldn’t see his face. “You know what will happen if you tell him, right?” he asked. “Of course, I do,” I said, sitting up and scooting down to sit next to Callum. “First he’ll hate me. Then he’ll never speak to me again. We’ll be forced to drop out of Triple Threat. And ultimately I’ll have to find a monastery in the Himalayas where I can seclude myself until I’m eighty years old.” Callum stood up, his body tense with anger. “It’s always a joke with you, Kenji. Why do you do that?” I stood up and put my hand on Callum’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, Callum. Making a joke is how I deal with life. If I didn’t joke about it, I’d be crying. And I don’t want to cry any longer.” He turned around to face me. “I know I shouldn’t be mad, Kenji. It’s … well, it’s just that I was really looking forward to Triple Threat.” I nodded, sadly. “Me too.” He frowned and said, “I understand why you need to let Jason know, so I won’t stand in your way. I just wish we could figure out some way to play in the tournament.” Callum’s shoulders slumped in disappointment, making me feel even worse. Not only had I abused Jason with my stupid Love Hacker schemes, but I’d also given my very best friend one of the biggest letdowns of his young life. I sighed and said, “Well, I suppose I could wait until after the tournament to tell him.” Callum’s eyes lit up with sudden hope. “Really, Kenji?” I shrugged. “What difference will one week make?” Callum fell on his knees in front of me. His lips were twisted in an impish grin as he said, “Kenji, you’ve made me so happy! I will be your slave forever. Your every wish will be my command.” He walked on his knees until he was right in front of me, looking up at me with a smirk. “I’ll do your homework for the rest of high school.” I laughed. “I don’t want my grade point average to drop. I’ll do my own homework.” He giggled. “Then I’ll clean your room.” He wrapped his arms around my legs, pulling me into a hug. His face was turned sideways, and my groin pressed against his cheek. “I’ll do all your chores!” We were both giggling now, enjoying being the two goofy teenagers we could be only in the safety and privacy of my bedroom. I rested my hands on Callum’s shoulders while he hugged me tight. Then, despite my efforts to stop it, my cock began enjoying the feeling of Callum’s soft cheek pushing against it. The blood started flowing, and it began to plump up. Callum pulled back, saw my briefs poking out, and looked up at me. “Kenji!” “Sorry. Circumstances beyond my control.” He released his hug and flicked the end of my cock, now half hard. I squealed and jumped back. “Hey! That hurt!” He giggled. “Sorry. Circumstances bahçelievler escort beyond my control,” he said, mimicking me. Then he snickered and reached over to squeeze my cock where it jutted out inside my underwear. It took me 3.8 seconds to reach full boner status. Callum kept squeezing, then glanced up at me and asked, “Can I see it?” I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “You’ve already seen it. Lots of times.” He blushed. “Okay, then. Can I see it again?” I nodded, so Callum grabbed the waistband of my briefs and tugged them down to my knees. My cock plopped out and slapped me in the stomach. When I get hard, I point straight at the ceiling. Callum stayed on his knees, studying my boner from every angle. He looked up at me, asking permission with his eyes, and when I nodded, he reached out and pulled my cock down slightly. He pulled the foreskin back, making the pink cap pop out. He smiled and said, “It is a little longer than mine, but mine is bigger around.” I was afraid to ask, so I whispered, “Ummm, do you think I could see?” Callum thought about it for a moment, then stood to his feet. “I guess it’s only fair,” he said, as he pulled his underwear down, exposing himself to my curious eyes. He had a nice patch of bright red pubes, from which a thick tube of circumcised flesh jutted out, already slightly plumped up. Underneath hung two large testicles. I glanced at Callum as I reached out, halting my fingers inches away. He smiled and moved forward, pushing his now hardening cock against my hand. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and squeezed. It throbbed a bit and got even harder. Just as Callum had said, it was thicker than mine. Thick and circumcised, with a pale white shaft and a dark red cap. His didn’t point at the ceiling like mine, because it had a bit of a downward curve to it. His balls were heavier and hung down a bit lower than mine. While I fondled Callum, he reached out and began stroking me. Soon we were both breathing harder, our hands moving rapidly up and down as we brought each other to the peak of an orgasm. We never uttered a word, but simply kept stroking away, relishing the feel of a best friend’s hand giving tingling pleasure. I knew I was getting close, and judging by the way Callum’s mouth was twisting, I thought he was too. I grabbed tissue from my desk and handed some to Callum. We held the tissues over the ends of our cocks and groaned as our semen squirted out. I gently milked Callum’s cock, carefully wiping off the end of his cock. He did the same for me, then released my cock and looked up at me, with an alarmed expression. “What’s wrong?” I asked. He shook his head and yanked up his underwear, then ran out of the room. He dashed across the hall into my bathroom, closing the door behind him. I heard the faint click of the door locking. “Crap,” I mumbled. *** I stood outside the locked bathroom door. “Callum,” I whispered, “let me in.” When he didn’t respond, I softly knocked on the door. “Come on, Callum. Open up and let’s talk about it.” Through the door, I heard his muffled reply. “I don’t want to talk right now.” “Callum. Please.” I waited. “Callum, I will stand right here all night. You might as well open the door and let me in.” “Don’t you get it, Kenji? I don’t want to talk right now.” “At least tell me why you’re so upset.” I heard a soft groan. “Are you kidding me, Kenji? After what we just did, you can’t figure out what’s bothering me?” “Oh, Callum. It was just a little fun between two friends. It was no big deal.” “It WAS a big deal, Kenji. We’re best friends, and now our friendship will be ruined.” I leaned my cheek against the door and softly replied, “Callum, that won’t happen. It could never happen. We’ve been friends since we met in first grade. When Tony Williams tried to make you eat dirt at recess, who tackled him and held him down so you could run away?” I heard a snort from inside the bathroom. “That’s right,” bakırköy escort I continued. “I did. And in third grade, when Abigail Holmes wanted to be your girlfriend, I stood outside that empty classroom and watched for teachers so you two could kiss.” Callum giggled through the door. “It was my first kiss from a girl. I wonder if she remembers me.” “Of course, she does. And when your parents wanted to ground you for breaking your mom’s antique mirror, who took the blame for it?” “You did,” he mumbled. “That’s right, and my parents grounded me for two weeks when they found out. Then you told them you were the one who actually broke it, so we both got grounded for two weeks, you for the mirror and me for lying about it.” He laughed softly. “And who did you tell about your very first pubic hair? All three of them.” Callum snorted. “You, of course.” “Yes. And you showed it to me, and I showed you the two hairs I had. Then we kept showing each other for two months after that until we each had dozens of hairs. That’s not something you do with just anybody, Callum. Only your best friend will do that for you.” The lock clicked and the door opened an inch. Callum peeked out, his eyes red with tears. “I’m just worried, Kenji. I’m worried that we’ll stop being friends now that we’ve done … you know.” I shook my head. “Not going to happen, Callum. We’ll always be best friends. It’s what we are.” Callum opened the door all the way and turned off the light. Then he took my hand and pulled me back to my room, where we fell onto the bed. He wrapped me up in a hug and held me tight. Then he whispered, “I glad you’ll always be my best friend, no matter what, but I also think we shouldn’t do … you know … ever again.” “Why?” “Because.” “Because why?” “Kenji! Because of Jason. It wouldn’t be right.” “Yeah,” I acknowledged. “You make a good point.” Callum sighed. “You should go ahead and tell him.” “About us jacking each other off?” “No silly. About hacking his computer. You should tell him what you’ve done.” “Now?” “Yes. If you wait until after the tournament, that makes it even worse. If you tell him now, there’s a chance he’ll forgive you and the two of you can be together. If you wait, he’ll think we did it only because of the tournament, and you’ll throw away your only chance to keep him as your boyfriend.” “No, Callum. It’s okay. The tournament is important to you, and if I lose Jason after it’s all over, we’ll still have the fun of going to the tournament together. You’ve wanted to do this for years, and I can’t disappoint my best friend now.” Callum pushed back slightly. “Hey! I just had an idea. What if we tell Jason that I’m the Love Hacker? That I came up with the entire hacking concept because I wanted to attend Triple Threat so badly?” “It will never work, Callum. He’d never believe it, and besides all that, I don’t want to lie to Jason any longer. I have to tell him the truth. Even if I lose him.” Callum nodded. “You’re right, Kenji. Then we’ll do it together. After all, I knew what you were doing and never said a word. I should be honest with Jason, too.” “You don’t have to do that, Callum.” “Yes, I do, Kenji. You’re my best friend and always will be. It’s what we are.” He gave me a crooked smile, then hugged me tight. I hugged him back and said, “Let’s call him in the morning.” *** We called Jason after breakfast and told him we had something very important we needed to tell him, but we wanted to talk in person. He agreed and said he’d meet us at the yogurt place near campus just before lunch. Callum and I were extremely nervous, sitting on the bench outside the yogurt shop. When Jason walked up, he gave us a sweet and friendly smile, pulled Callum into a sideways hug and ruffled his hair, then hugged me chest to chest and whispered in my ear, “Hey, cutie.” I blushed and snuggled into him. “Hi, Jason.” He glanced from me to Callum and back balgat escort to me again. “So you guys have something big you wanted to share with me?” “Yes,” I replied, pulling away from his hug and staring at my feet. I took a deep breath and said, “Jason, I’ve done something–” “Hold on a second,” he said, interrupting me. “If it’s something really important, I think we should have some frozen yogurt first. You know. To relax us.” I sighed, then nodded. Callum glanced at me, nervous, but nodded his head in agreement too. We walked into the shop and placed our order at the counter. Jason, once again, paid for everything. He was making this so hard on me. When they finished filling our order, we decided to go out onto the covered patio to eat. It was a beautiful day and seemed a shame to stay inside. We ate without talking, hating the painful silence between us, hoping it wasn’t a sign of things to come. Halfway through, I couldn’t stand it any longer. “Jason,” I began. “I’ve been wanting to tell you–” “I’m really excited about taking you guys to Triple Threat,” Jason said, interrupting me again. “I’ve even been practicing. I bought a chess program, and I’ve been playing every night. Getting in the zone,” he joked. I gulped and looked at Callum. His eyes were wide, like a cornered animal. I’m sure I looked much the same. This was becoming sheer agony. We finished our yogurts and tossed the trash away. Jason suggested we go for a walk. We could chat as we walked. But we didn’t chat. We strolled along, saying nothing, Callum on his left, me on his right, trying to gather enough courage to speak. Finally, I said, “The reason we wanted you to meet us–” Jason threw his arms across our shoulders and pulled us into a hug. “I almost forgot to tell you guys something crazy I found out the other day. I think I’m close to figuring out who the hacker is.” Callum groaned. I looked up at Jason, ready to run at the first sign of anger in his eyes. “You are?” I asked. “Yeah,” he said. “Rick helped me to track down the hacker’s ISP using the emails he’s sent me. It’s a local company, that services Sacramento. That tells us he’s here, somewhere, or he’s spoofing the ISP. Rick thinks he’ll be able to track it down the next time the hacker sends me an email.” I closed my eyes. I had to tell him now or risk having him discover what I’d done and hate me forever. “Jason, that leads me to why we asked you to meet us today.” He stopped and pulled Callum and me around to face him. “You don’t have to say a word, Kenji. I know what you want to tell me.” “You do?” My knees felt weak and my stomach churned. “Yes, I do. You want to stop cooperating with the hacker and go to the police. Right? Well, I’ve thought about it too, but I’ve decided we aren’t going to do that. It would create too much publicity. High school is tough enough without bringing that kind of heat down on your head. Besides, I’m looking forward to taking the two of you to Palo Alto next week. I let Coach know. He thinks it’s great that I’m taking you guys to the tournament. He excused me from practice Friday and Saturday.” I wanted to cry. He smiled. “It’s going to be okay, guys. We’re going to the tournament. We’re kicking ass! And then the hacker will leave us alone.” He pulled us both into a hug and whispered, “You guys quit worrying about this. Concentrate on your chess, and be ready to have a great weekend. I’m picking you up Friday after school, right?” “Yeah. At my house,” I added. “Okay. Then no more talk about the hacker. Understood?” I nodded. Callum grinned tentatively, obviously relieved to hear we were still headed to Triple Threat. “I’m glad you’re taking us to the tournament, Jason. It’s going to be the most awesome weekend EVER!” Jason nodded and smiled at us both. I couldn’t put my finger on the reason why, but something was bothering me. Something about Jason’s smile. He was up to something, but I couldn’t say what it was. Jason pulled us both into a warm hug. “Yep. The best weekend ever!” The end of THE LOVE HACKER, Chapter Eight. And that’s how we ended up packing our bags for a trip to Stanford University in Palo Alto to attend the Triple Threat Tournament. As for what happened at the tournament, you’ll have to keep reading. I’ll fill you in next time.