Date: Wed, 24 Apr 2024 13:30:50 +0000
From: Rio Mack <badprose@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Deadheads of No Hope 6

THE DEADHEADS OF NO HOPE
by Rio Mack

DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay and bi sexuality.

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FIRST WEEK OF SCHOOL (THURSDAY)

After she took attendance that morning, Anna Beam put her pencil back in
her hair, behind her ear, lowered her reading glasses, and turned to Trey,
smiling.

"Trey, why don't you start us off today? Othello's Act 3, Scene 3
soliloquoy is one of the most famous in the play. Tell us what you think it
means."

Trey was ready.

"Hell yeah -- so, Ot'ello strong black man, right? But love mess him up,
make him forget what a smart dude he be. He talk in this speech `bout how,
if his girl cheatin', she out. She can jus' fly the fu- , fly the hell off,
like a wild hawk. And I ain't know this, but I guess they be keepin hawks
for pets or somethin back then. Anyway, his girl cheat? She out -- don't
matter it be pullin' at his heart-strings, like these leather straps they
use to train they birds, which I also ain't know about before. And Ot'ello,
he know what's up, why his girl be cheatin'. Black, roughneck sailor-dude
like O can't be spittin' no game like them slick white dudes at court be
doin'."

His smile spread across his handsome face as he looked up from his book to
Ms. Beam.

"I was feelin' my boy there! Ot'ello `n' me, we ain't got what he be callin
[he looks back down at his book] them `soft parts of white folk
conversation'."

Ms. Beam smiled, and Trey continued.

"Then 'Tello be thinkin, `Maybe I just too old for this young white
girl. But whatever -- she be cheatin, damn it! That ain't right! You marry
a girl, you t'ink they ain't gon' cheat, but they all be doin it. So, fu -,
so the hell wit' it!'"

Remy was so happy for Trey. Damn, he thought, dude is nailing it!

Trey went on, clearly enjoying being able to shine like this.

"Then it be gettin wild. My boy start changin', talkin' all random and
nasty now, jus' like Iago talk, right? Cause Iago be crude as hell, we
already know from all that sick stuff he be talkin' earlier in a play. O be
sick, too, now, so he be talkin' 'bout toads and dungeon-stink. Before,
back in Act One, O be talkin' 'bout beautiful shit -- `scuse me, beautiful
stuff, like -- hold up."

Trey kept a finger in the soliloquoy he was explicating and turned back to
an earlier page in his book.

"I be markin it last night. Here it is -- O be talkin' hella fine in Act
one, `bout `anters vast' and 'hills touchin' heaven' and 'a world o'
kisses'. Sweet, right? So my boy can spit game! But now, Act Three, he
low-down, sad, pitiful, crazy."

Trey was seriously into this, Remy thought. His bro looked like a damn
scholar, flipping through his book like that, quoting stuff.

Trey turned his earnest, thoughtful gaze on the other students now.

"See, that's why they be callin' this play a damn `tragedy' in my `pinion
-- cause we be seein' a strong, black man took down by a white
devil. Speech end with `Tello goin' on `bout that 'forked plague'
stuff. Our book say that mean his girl cucked him. So he know -- leastways,
he think he know! Damn, almost too sad to read."

Remy whispered, 'Awesome!'

Trey, smiling broadly, looked up at his teacher.

"That's all I got. How I do?"

"Perfect, Trey! A-plus work! See, you can read Shakespeare!"

The other students cheered and applauded. Trey ate it up, and Ms. Beam made
a show of entering extra credit points for Trey in her grade book.

Trey's smile grew even bigger and brighter, and he whispered to Remy that
he owed him, big-time.

During the thirty-minute class discussion of the play afterwards, most
students in the class voiced their anger at Desdemona for standing by
Othello right until the end, even to the extreme point of sticking with him
when she knew she was going to die.

Niece thought it seemed out of character for an otherwise smart, bold,
interesting female protagonist. Lavender seconded Niece's comment, saying
she thought it made Desdemona ridiculously unbelievable. Lana, one of the
other black girls in class, agreed and said it ultimately ruined the play
for her.

Remy, though, felt differently about the issue, so he raised his hand. He
was a bit nervous, his thoughts a little rushed, but he proceeded to shyly
give his take on Desdemona.

"I get what you're all saying about Des, and it's hard to argue with you,
but if I can, maybe, very respectfully offer an anecdote? To show my take,
maybe? On why I felt such sadness for Desdemona?"

He told them the play felt kind of personal for him as he read it, made him
think about his parents.

"My dad was -- is, I guess -- a cop in Milwaukee. He's what they call a
'thumper' cop, right? Meaning he loved to beat the crap out of any dude who
was even suspected of anything, never mind whether he was actually
guilty. And almost always, the dude he beat up was black -- cause that's
the way racist cops roll, they make a point of targeting black dudes. He
and his cop-buddies used to call it 'hunting'. It sickened my mom and I."

He was getting excited now, passionate.

"You shoulda seen the photos of these dudes after he was through with them!
Turn your damn stomach! He and his partner would pull black dudes over
`cause of a burnt-out tail-light or expired plate, or `cause they fit a
description, and nine times outta ten, my dad'd be able to escalate the
situation to beat-down level. And the police union always got him off!
Every damn time!

"I'll say one thing, though -- he was an equal opportunity bastard, 'cause
he beat my mom a buncha times, too. Me too once. Really bad -- I had to be
taken to the hospital -- `cause he couldn't stand it when he learned he had
a faggot son."

He noticed Wren Damson's eyes looking at him -- wide and pained and
riveted.

"Well, it only took that one time beating me to get my mom to finally wise
up and leave him. She must have been in denial or something all those damn
times he beat her, I guess."

Remy gave a weak, empty laugh. He realized he was taking up a lot of time
and tried to press on quickly, to make the point he felt so strongly about.

"So back to OTHELLO, right? See, when I read the play, seeing Othello as
this larger-than-life, big dude, super-strong -- at least that's how I
picture him -- it really made me think of my mom and dad. Ava, my mom,
loved my brutal thug father, amazingly enough. I felt like y'all did about
Des -- leave the dude! But it was obvious to me, growing up, that she felt
he was her lord and master, exactly how Des felt about Othello."

He turned earnestly, making eye contact with Lavender and Lana.

"It seems incredible to the girls in class, I know, but there it is. It'd
be interesting if O and Des had a kid in the play, because if it wouldn't
have been for that one time my dad beat me up -- her son -- I could totally
see my mom denying all the bullshit and sticking by him forever, right up
to the time he would have finally beaten her to death. None of that changes
the fact that my mom's a pretty complex lady, though, otherwise. I think
Des is, too -- I mean, she's super-smart -- `super-subtle,' Iago says --
and witty as hell.

"One more thing, if I could. There was this other couple in Milwaukee my
parents hung out with, a man and a woman, who used to come over to party
with my folks a lot. He was a cop buddy of my dad's, another white
supremacist thug bastard, and his wife was this sweet, quiet, really pretty
lady, but you could see all the life and joy and beauty had been washed out
of her over the years. I think of her as a Desdemona that lived, who had to
endure this life of sadness because the man she loved had turned into a
brutal monster. One who didn't even care enough about her, though --
sexually, erotically, I mean -- to feel that crazy desire to kill her out
of jealousy."

Remy smiled a little embarrassed, realizing he'd taken a huge turn with his
response.

"Sorry for rambling, guys, but anyway, that's how I can totally see Des's
motivation, and understand how it's not so unbelievable. It's such a damn
tragedy to me that, like Trey said, it's almost too sad to read. I get why
you judge her, I guess, and you're right -- people should have more agency
-- but until we've really been there, right? walked in Desdemona's shoes?
maybe we just don't know how we would have acted."

The room was silent for a few seconds. If Trey hadn't reached over and
given his bro a hug and a quick, tender kiss, Remy would have seen Wren
Damson's moist-eyed stare of utter longing.

Ms. Beam mouthed a silent thank-you to Remy, and went on to explain the
limited options for women at the time, as either daughter or wife, echoing
Remy's point about the socialization of helplessness for women throughout
history then and, as Remy's story showed, right up to today.

Later that morning, on the way out of Math class together, Wren asked Remy
if she could borrow his copy of OTHELLO during lunch -- she'd lent hers to
Lavender, and she wanted to take some notes to get ready for the in-class
writing they were having in class tomorrow. Of course, he said.

She took the book, smiled sweetly and hurried off, heading right for the
girls' bathroom, where she locked herself in one of the stalls.

Quickly, she pulled down her skirt and thong and took her phone and silver
dollar out of her tote bag.

She was kicking herself for waiting this long to cast a better binding
spell on her beloved young god. Obviously her first one hadn't worked
because they still weren't together. After hearing his beautifully
touching, heartfelt speech in English class today, she could wait no
longer. He was definitely the one, so he simply had to be hers forever.

She had one of his possessions now, his copy of OTHELLO, and it had to have
at least some trace of his essence on it -- a little bit of sweat or skin
oils or something left on it -- so this time, a binding spell should
take. And she knew one that didn't require fire.

She opened her phone to her pictures of Remy in the record store, scrolling
through the dazzling parade of boy-perfection sexiness, while she teased
her clit with her silver dollar.

It was ridiculous how soon she started cumming from her home-made
Remy-porn. She opened Remy's copy of OTHELLO to the Act 2, Scene 1 love
scene, sopping up all her juices with the pages, while intoning the words
of the spell.

"Cor, anima, corpus, mens -- omnia mea!"

She smiled with satisfaction, thinking, You're really mine now, darling!

Wren straightened her clothes and put her phone and fetish-coin back in her
tote. She ran the pages of Remy's book under the hand dryer until they were
not longer wet and sticky and headed downstairs to the cafeteria, enveloped
in a cloud of ecstasy.

Meanwhile, Remy and Trey had decided after Math to test the third floor
boys' bathroom policy (Trey was feeling super-horny and asked Remy for a
blow job before lunch). They were both high on the new thrill of
semi-public sex, which they'd relished in the boys' shower the day before.

Once through the door, Remy pushed Trey against the marble wall at the end
of the porcelain urinal trough, and the two boys mashed lips hungrily.

"Ten minutes, Rem, all we got!"

Remy got to his knees, pulled down Trey's basketball shorts and designer
undies, grabbed that thick, meaty length of black dick, and started licking
all over, swirling his tongue around the head, up and down the shaft, and
over his balls, stopping every once in a while to let a thick strand of
spit trail from his lips onto the head, massaging it over the shaft, lubing
it.

Trey groaned in delight.

When Remy had his bro's dick slicked up enough and jutting hard, he began
bobbing his head on it, taking more and more in until he was deep-throating
his friend in a matter of seconds.

"You so damn good at this shit, Rem!"

Remy stood up for a second, lowering his shorts so he could fist his own
hardening cock, then knelt back down and resumed cock-sucking.

Two older, hip-looking black boys burst in on them -- seniors, they looked
like. One of the boys immediately gave out with a 'Hell yeah!' when he saw
what was happening, and both boys hustled over to watch the cock-sucking.

As if synchronized, each new arrival dropped his backpack, freed his dick
from his pants, and began jacking to the hot scene.

Lots of steady comments from the two boys, about how hot Remy and Trey
looked.

Then one of the older dudes grabbed the back of his bro's head, brought it
to his lips, and the two began sensually kissing and stroking each other's
cocks now instead of their own.

Remy reached round and began playing with Trey's hole while he blew him,
pausing first to get his fingers coated with the thick mix of saliva and
precum flooding his mouth, so he had some lube for the ass-play.

"That's so damn hot!" one of the seniors said, and immediately he and his
friend were teasing each other's cracks while they kissed and jacked.

The seniors came first, but were in no hurry to leave. They watched Trey
cum in Remy's mouth, then kneel down to kiss the white boy, tonguing away
the excess cum dripping from Remy's mouth. The older boys groaned as Trey
took over jacking his bro's huge white cock while he and Remy kept swapping
Trey's load.

Remy came, and once their pants were pulled up and hands washed, all four
boys fist-bumped, grinning happily, before they left the john.

Trey checked his phone, then remarked to his friend as they hurried down
the stairwell to the cafeteria in the basement.

"We be in there eight minutes, Rem. And it was hot as fuck. `Specially when
those two dudes joined. We can do this shit easy, Rem. Next time, I be
suckin' you."

In the cafeteria, Wren Damson ran up to Remy as soon as she saw him.

"Here's your book, Remy! Lavender found hers, so she gave me mine back."

Remy smiled.

"Anytime, Wren."

Remy and Trey saw Willy waving to them from one of the long lunch
tables. He'd saved them two seats next to him.

The three boys enjoyed an excellent lunch (mac and cheese and a small
salad), with so much talking and laughing, they felt like old friends.

Remy and Willy kept up their easy, fast-friend banter during passing times
between the next two classes they shared, especially on their excited walk
down to PE.

Gym class that day was lower body training. Willy joined Trey and Remy in
the weight room, so the three of them could lift together. That meant
ogling each other's bare-chested muscle and feeling each other's pump after
their reps, as all the boys, at every station, seemed to do. And since it
was lower-body, that meant the three of them caressing hot-boy muscle-ass
all class long.

Afterward, in the locker room, as naked boys headed to the showers, Remy
walked close to Willy. He cupped his hand around his new friend's ass
again, not just because he'd become addicted to the feel, but he was hoping
they could shower together. They did.

Trey and Ty paired off with Lee and Mayo. Remy wanted to get to be tight
buds with Willy as quickly as possible -- the boy was heart-flutteringly
gorgeous, super cool, and sexy as hell.

The two of them wasted no time. Not even waiting for the water to get hot
and steamy, they began soaping each other's hands all over their
hard-muscled bro's young body, gliding sudsy fingers over each other's
rapidly hardening cock and grooving slick digits in each other's ass-crack,
then zeroing in on their bro's pucker.

This time Remy jacked both their big cocks as the boys kissed like
crazy. Soon each boy was working his ass sinuously over his bro's middle
finger, while Remy fisted their thick dicks.

Willy's fingers were longer and more agile than Remy's and soon he was
pleasuring Remy's ass with three of his. Remy let go of their cocks and
turned his back to his bro, in order to brace himself against the shower
wall and ride his ass over those sexy digits.

When Willy saw how into it Remy was, he swapped out fingers for dick,
shoviing it right in, hard and thick and awesome. Remy groaned with sheer
satisfaction. Willy's cock was bursting-hard from Remy's jacking and
ass-play, and desperate to fuck.

All the other dudes in the shower gathered round the boys' exquisite,
dick-hardening fuck-scene, jacking themselves or another boy -- their cocks
went off within seconds of each other, like a series of timed explosions.

Willy began jacking Remy as he fucked him. Remy raised up and leaned back
onto Willy's chest as the boy kept pounding him and jacking him. He turned
and kissed Willy, whose huge thick lips felt delicious.

Remy came hard and wonderfully painful. Willy unloaded in the white boy's
ass soon after. Remy didn't think he'd ever cum so quickly during a fuck,
but these two boys were so damn hot for each other, orgasm just seethed in
them.

They kept kissing as they fondled the soap off each other's hard muscle.

Jacking together with a bro in the showers, after an intense workout, and
then fucking, turned out to be one of the most satisfying pleasures
available to a young, fit, high school boy, Remy determined.

As the boys all dressed after their shower, Willy asked Remy if he wanted
to hang out some time this weekend, maybe do Teen Town together.

"For sure, man! Love to! Call me, maybe? Or text, and we can set it
up. Sounds tight, bro!"

Remy had no idea what the fuck 'Teen Town' was, but he was thrilled
inside. He'd made another new friend in the first week at his new school, a
gorgeous black dude he was utterly crushing on. Fuck, did he ever love No
Hope.

Remy caught up with Trey in the hall outside the gym, and they walked
together to their lockers, holding hands and stopping every once in a while
for a cock-grinding hug and lip-sloppy kiss.

With the books and notebooks they'd need for homework stashed in their
backpacks, they headed to the front steps. Remy had his after-school
activity in a bit, but he wanted to see his bro off.

Before they said their good-byes, on the front steps of school, Trey pulled
Remy in for another, longer kiss. The boys just didn't want to take their
lips and tongues off each other, kissing felt so good -- or their hands,
from fondling each other's strong, muscular back and firm, desirable ass,
as their hardened cocks pressed hard together in lust.

Two first-year white boys looked on longingly from over on the benches. A
trio of black girls sitting across from them on the steps started loudly
squealing and wolf-whistling and cat-calling about how gorgeous and sexy
the two boys looked, and how they each wanted some of that.

Trey finally, regretfully, broke their kiss. He was late again. He hustled
down the steps, and Remy headed back in the building, to the Art Room, for
his after-school enrichment class.

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