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Subject: The Love Hacker, Chapter 6 (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 Six: If Love Were Easy, Everyone Would Try It “Somehow, I have to be older in his eyes.” Callum and I were side by side on my bed, watching a movie I’d downloaded to my computer. It was stupid and boring, so we were doing what we often did: bouncing ideas off each other. At the moment, there was only one thing I wanted and that was to be older in Jason’s eyes. “What do you mean, Kenji? You want to look older?” “Not just LOOK older,” I said. “I need to ACT older and seem more mature and have Jason think of me as BEING older.” Callum sighed. “Why do I get the feeling that I’m about to be drawn into another complicated scheme destined for failure?” I shifted sideways to face Callum. “The Triple Threat tournament is only two weeks away. I’m going to be spending three nights in a hotel room with Jason. I want those nights to be in the same bed, doing a lot more than sleeping.” Callum squinted his eyes. “Wait one second, Kenji. I thought we were going to have separate rooms. What makes you think Jason will let you stay with him?” I looked away, avoiding Callum’s questioning stare. “I sort of made a change in those arrangements,” I admitted. “What change?” Callum demanded. “The two rooms that I originally reserved …” “What did you do, Kenji?” “I called the hotel and cancelled one,” I said in a rush. “We’re all staying in the same room now. With two queen sized beds. One for you. The other for me and Jason.” “KENJI! You didn’t? Jason will flip out when he hears!” “It will be okay, Callum. We’ll say the hotel messed it up.” “Why did you do that?” “Don’t you see? If we’re all staying in the same room, he’ll have to let me sleep with him. You’re not gay, and we both are, so it wouldn’t be right to ask the straight guy to sleep with a gay guy.” “Kenji, you and I sleep in the same bed every time we have a sleepover. It’s never been a problem before.” “But Jason doesn’t know that. You have to make a big deal out of it. Act like you’re afraid I’ll try to convert you or something.” Callum rolled his eyes. “I can’t believe this. Well, if you and Jason are going to be slapping flesh every night, I’m bringing ear plugs.” I gasped and shoved Callum on the shoulder, sending him tumbling into the floor next to my bed. “SLAPPING FLESH! It won’t be like that, Callum. Probably just a few kisses and a caress or two. But even that won’t happen unless I can somehow convince him that I’m his equal in maturity.” Callum stood up and put his hands on his hips. “You AREN’T mature! I’ll bet Jason doesn’t go around shoving his best friend off the bed.” I stood up too and pulled Callum into a hug. “I’m sorry, Callum. You’re right. I’m not mature, but somehow I need to convince Jason that I am. I know he’ll want me as a boyfriend if he can forget I’m only fourteen and think of me as a man.” Callum snickered. “A man? Well, that will be a bit of a stretch.” I shook Callum gently. “Are you going to help me or not?” “Of course, I will. I’m your best friend, aren’t I?” *** The following weekend, the Sacramento State Hornets were hosting a double-header against the Grand Canyon Antelopes. Jason got us tickets for both games. My dad was busy Saturday and couldn’t go, so we asked Jason to pick us up. Callum sat on my bed, watching me try on everything in my closet. At the moment, I had on a black hoodie, flipped up on my head, sunshades, and red skinny jeans, sagging down two inches over my rear, displaying the waistband of my gray Jockey briefs. I looked myself up and down in the full-length mirror hanging on the back of my bedroom door. “What do think, Callum? Does this make me look a few years older?” He shook his head. “Kenji, don’t get mad when I say this. But you’ve gone from the Love Hacker to the Gangster Nerd.” I threw my arms up in frustration. “Then what do I wear?” He stood up and walked over, taking the sunglasses off and setting them on the dresser. “First of all,” he said. “It’s going to be 70 degrees out there today. Lose the hoodie.” He grabbed the bottom of the hoodie and pulled it up over my head. “And no one wants to see your underwear,” he added, tugging my jeans up onto my hips. I giggled. “Jason might.” “Save it for the hotel room,” Callum said. He picked up the sunglasses and handed them to me. “You can wear these bahçelievler escort at the game. It will be sunny out there, and you’ll be glad you have them. Just don’t wear them inside. You aren’t dope enough to pull it off.” I took the sunglasses and looked in the mirror at my flat chest, pale skin, and hairless belly. “If I’m not wearing the hoodie, what am I wearing?” “Didn’t you tell me Jason gave your dad a team jersey?” “Yes. It’s hanging in my parents’ closet.” “Do you think your dad will let you wear it?” “I don’t see why not.” I led Callum out of my room and down the hall. I leaned over the staircase railing and looked down into the family room. My mother was reading a magazine. “Mom, can I wear dad’s Sac State jersey?” My mother looked up and said, “I suppose, but don’t get it dirty. Your dad will want to wear it to the game tomorrow.” We hurried into my parents’ room and found the jersey hanging in the closet. I slipped it over my head and turned to Callum. “Well?” He shook his head. “The dark green clashes with your red jeans. Come on.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me back down the hall to my room. He looked through all the clothes I had thrown on the bed and lifted out a pair of white basketball shorts. When I stood there staring stupidly at him, he unbuttoned my jeans, pulled the zipper down, and started tugging at them. They came off, but so did my underwear. “Come on, Kenji. We don’t have time to mess around. Jason will be here any minute. Pull up your briefs and help me get these jeans off.” I did as I was told, lifting my legs one at a time so Callum could strip off the skinny jeans. Then he held the basketball shorts for me while I stuck my feet in through the leg holes. He pulled the shorts up into place, then stepped back and looked me over. I guess I passed inspection, because he nodded and said, “Those even show off your package.” I looked down. He was right. The white fabric clung tightly to my compact bulge. “This won’t do, Callum. The first time I see Jason in his baseball uniform, I’ll pop a boner.” Callum reached down and grabbed my junk. I smiled at him. “I thought you said we didn’t have time to fool around.” He rolled his eyes and rubbed my cock through the fabric some more. Of course, I started getting hard. He stepped back and inspected my shorts, now sticking out obscenely. “Yeah,” he agreed. “That’s going to be a problem.” He spun me around and slapped my butt, HARD! “OW!” I shouted, turning back around and pushing him away. “Why did you do that?” He pointed at my groin. “To make it go down.” I looked at my groin. Callum was right. My shorts weren’t sticking out in such an obvious way anymore. I looked back up at Callum. “You do realize that I can’t have you slapping my ass every time I have an erection?” He giggled. “Then I guess you can hold this.” He handed me a baseball cap. “You can wear this on your head or use it to cover your other head.” He giggled again. “Why didn’t you give me the cap in the first place?” He snorted. “You deserved the slap on the butt for knocking me off the bed!” *** When Jason rang the doorbell, Callum and I ran down the stairs, shouting goodbye to my mom. She reminded us to behave, which is rather an insulting instruction to give a teenager on the cusp of manhood, but we promised we would and ran out the door. Jason was already dressed in his uniform. God, he was gorgeous. His chest and arms stretched the fabric of his jersey. His thighs were so massive, filling out the tight pants he wore. I couldn’t make out the details of his bulge, though certainly not from lack of trying, because his package was tightly cupped in a neat round mound. Probably because of the jockstrap he was wearing. I wanted to tap it with a knuckle, just to see what was protecting his jewels, but I restrained myself. He was also wearing cleats, which made a funny clicking noise as he walked down the sidewalk. For some reason, even the sound of him walking down to his car made me pop a boner. Jason gave me a funny look when I held the baseball cap in front of me instead of putting it on my head. Then he grinned, glancing from my cap-concealed groin to my blushing cheeks then back down again. I decided to throw caution to the wind, removing the cap and putting it on my head, revealing my shorts sticking out in front of me. I stood there and gave Jason a long look. He smiled and said, “Nice cap.” I blushed even more and trotted down the sidewalk to his car. Turning around, I shoved my hips out and called, “Shotgun!” Callum opened the back door and poked me in the ribs with his elbow. “Yeah, Kenji. Nice cap.” Then he giggled as he climbed into the back seat. *** “The Antelopes are five games up on us, so we really need to win these two games bakırköy escort if we can,” Jason explained as he drove. “The playoffs are coming up, and moving ahead of them in the standings will make a huge difference in the tournament.” I nodded my head, pretending I understood what he was saying. Then I pulled out my cell phone and did some quick browsing. After reading for a bit, I said, “It would be great if the Hornets are the second seed instead of the third. That would mean you’ll face New Mexico State in the first round, and you should beat them easily.” Jason looked over, surprised. “Right.” He glanced down at my cell phone and smiled. “You’ve been following the team, it sounds like.” “Oh, yeah. I’m a huge fan of college baseball. Especially the Western Athletic Conference.” He nodded, grinning. “What do you think of our chances this year?” I rattled off what I hoped was a knowledgeable answer, based on what I’d just read. “California Baptist looks tough this year. But I’m rooting for you guys, of course. I’m your number one fan.” His grin turned into a gentle smile. “Then I guess I’ll have to up my game. Wouldn’t want to disappoint my favorite fan.” He glanced at me. I smiled back. I really am your number one fan, Jason, even though you don’t know it yet. But one day, I’ll find a way to show you. I will. *** Jason was a beast during the game. He had three hits: a double, a triple, and a homerun that brought in two other runs. Oh, and he made a double play in the top of the fifth inning. You see, the away team bats first, and they call that the top of the inning. A double play is when you get two runners out. Jason did it by catching a line drive (a very hard batted ball heading straight for the defensive player) and then throwing out the runner on second base (who had made the mistake of taking too much of a lead off the base). I’m quickly picking up all this baseball lingo, thanks to my browsing between innings. During the innings, Callum and I were too busy to browse the internet. We stood at the fence next to the Hornets dugout, screaming our lungs out. As Jason rounded the bases during his home run, we were maniacs. Jason waved as he ran by, pointing right at us. We screamed and jumped and yelled his name. We really were his number one fans, and everyone could tell. When the game was over, Jason left the dugout and trotted over to where Callum and I stood. Our faces were flushed, and we were so happy for him. “Great game, Jason!” Callum yelled. “You were AMAZING!” I exclaimed. Jason pressed his fist against the chain link fence for us to bump. “Thanks, guys. I want you at every game from now on. I think you guys were my good luck charms!” “You got it!” Callum squealed. I simply smiled. I’ll be at every game from now on, I silently promised Jason. “Hey, uh, the guys are grabbing pizza after we shower up. You fellows want to go?” “HELL YEAH!” Callum shouted. “Sure. Sounds great,” I added. “Sweet. Give me fifteen minutes.” Oh, how I wish I could have gone with him and chatted casually while he showered, with my baseball cap held in front of me, of course. *** We walked into Luigi’s with Jason and heard a rowdy cheer from one corner of the restaurant. Several of Jason’s teammates had seen us come in, and they yelled and waved to catch our attention. I felt like an outsider, watching the guys give Jason hugs and high fives. They shouted “Great game!” and “Here’s the MVP!” and other stuff like that. Callum and I stood to one side, watching them carry on. One of the players, a cute guy with sandy blonde hair, brown eyes, and a body almost a buff as Jason’s, saw us and shouted, “Hey, it’s our cheering section!” He walked up and put his left hand on my shoulder and his right hand on Callum’s. “Did you guys enjoy the game?” We nodded. Callum said, “It was amazing. You guys rocked!” Jason threw his arm around the blonde guy and said, “Rick, these are two friends of mine, Callum and Kenji. We’re playing in Triple Threat together in two weeks.” “Hey, that’s dope, boys!” Rick exclaimed. He looked at Jason. “Triple Threat? Isn’t that the chess tournament thing you played–” Jason interrupted him. “Yeah, it’s a chess tournament.” “But when you were in high school–” Rick started to say. Once again Jason jumped in. “Triple Threat is a big deal in the chess world, and these two are great players. I think our chances are pretty damned good.” I was baffled by this. Why did Jason keep interrupting? It was almost like Rick knew something that Jason didn’t want him to reveal to the rest of us. How strange. Rick must have been just as confused because he gave Jason a funny look, then smiled and said, “Hey, good luck then.” Turning to Callum and me, he changed the subject. balgat escort “You guys gonna be there for our game tomorrow?” “We wouldn’t miss it,” I said. Rick turned and shouted to the other players. “Did you hear that, guys? Callum and Kenji are gonna be there tomorrow. Now we gotta win!” They whooped and a few of them jumped up and patted Callum and me on the back. I wanted to impress them, so I said, “With the season drawing to a close, I estimate you would have to win 60% of your remaining games to move past Grand Canyon into second place, thereby significantly improving your chances during the conference tournament.” Silence. They stared at me like I had grown a third eye in the middle of my forehead. Way to kill the mood, Kenji, I admonished myself. I grimaced and added, “At least, that’s what I read on-line on our way over here.” There were nods and smiles all around, then the conversation started up again. Callum leaned over and whispered, “Good save, dude. But maybe it’s best if you don’t talk so much.” I nodded. I was so out of my depth. *** I tried listening to Jason’s teammates as they chatted and stuffed pizza in their mouths. Girls seemed to be a popular conversation topic, something I couldn’t begin to participate in. There was also discussion of the game tomorrow and who their coach was going to start at pitcher. This was something I did feel comfortable discussing, especially since I had scanned a newspaper article on it while we drove to the restaurant. “Ramirez would be a good choice,” I tossed out. “His earned run average is 2.20, which is not too bad, but more importantly, he’s striking out 1.3 batters per inning on average.” They stared at me. Had I done it again? “Ummm. He’s also left-handed, so he’ll do well against Grand Canyon’s expected batting order.” I smiled nervously as I added this last part, hoping to astound them with my understanding of the game. “Right,” Rick said. “Hey, you must be some kind of baseball whiz, with all these stats you have at your fingertips. Are you some kind of genius, or what?” I nodded. “I have an IQ of 165, which technically qualifies me for a genius designation, but I don’t care to brag about it, because it usually means people dislike me and feel uncomfortable in my presence.” One of the other players slapped Rick on the back and exclaimed, “Hey, Rick, you should hire the kid to keep your stats. Might be able to get your batting average above the Mendoza line!!” “That would mean batting over .200,” I added, hoping to recover some respect. They looked at me and began laughing and hitting the table. “He knows his shit!” one the players shouted. I bowed my head and tried not to cry. Why were they laughing at me? I wanted to impress them, not make them laugh. I stood up and excused myself, then hurried off to the bathroom. Once safely inside, I stood at the sink and splashed my face with warm water, allowing the tears to begin falling. The door opened behind me. I glanced in the mirror and saw Jason, a concerned look on his face. He walked up and stood at the next sink over. “You okay?” he asked. I nodded. Then my shoulders began shaking and the tears started again. “I’m such a geek!” “No, you’re not.” “I am. And an idiot.” “Come on, Kenji. Stop talking like that.” “I wish I could stop talking altogether. Why can’t I keep my mouth shut? They probably think I’m the biggest dork on the planet … no, in the universe.” He snorted and chuckled. “In the universe, Kenji? Isn’t that a bit extreme?” “Well, I am! Even you think I am.” He shook his head. “Nah. Maybe the biggest dork in the Milky Way Galaxy, but there are quite a few other galaxies out there, some bigger than ours, so I’m sure there are several bigger dorks somewhere in the vastness of the Universe.” I stared at him. He smiled at me. We both began laughing. “I just wanted everyone to like me,” I explained. “I want YOU to like me.” “We DO like you. Just be yourself, Kenji. You’re a terrific kid. Bright. Polite. Loyal. And incredibly cute and sexy.” I couldn’t believe my ears. He had actually said I’m cute and sexy. Make that INCREDIBLY cute and sexy. Oh my God! Jason squeezed my shoulder and said, “Really, Kenji. Just be yourself and everyone will like you. Some people will even love you.” He winked at me. I nodded, trying not to get too excited over what Jason had said. Pulling a few paper towels out of the dispenser, I dried my face. “Ready to go back out there?” Jason asked. “Sure. Just be myself. Just be myself,” I chanted. Jason wrapped his arm around my neck and gave me a loving hug. At least, it felt loving to me. A little tighter than a `bro hug’ and with a light pat of his hand on my shoulder at the beginning of the hug, and he didn’t let me go but kept hugging me as we walked back out into the restaurant. So, yeah, it was a loving hug from a guy who thinks I’m incredibly cute and sexy. I couldn’t wait to tell Callum! The end of THE LOVE HACKER, Chapter Six. Is it me, or is this getting far more complicated than I planned? Well, if you want to know what happened next, keep reading. Until next time …

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