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Subject: The Love Hacker, Chapter 7 (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 Seven: Just When You Think Things Are Going Your Way Callum and I were walking home from school the next day when my cell phone went off with Whitney Houston belting out, “And I———, ohhhhhhh, ——-I will always love youuuuuuuu.” Callum giggled as I answered the call. I shook my finger at him, admonishing him to keep quiet. “Hello, Jason,” I said. “Hey, Kenji. Where are you right now?” “On my way home from school. Why?” “Cool cool. I’m going to try something. Not sure if it will work, but I’ll let you know. If it goes well, we can try it on your computer.” I began to get very nervous. “What are trying to do, Jason?” “I’m loading a program to catch the hacker. Or at least, to block him.” “Okay. Ummm, Jason, are you sure that’s a good idea? It might make him angry if he finds out what you’re doing.” “Trust me, Kenji. He won’t find out. Rick is helping me.” “Rick? Your baseball teammate?” “Yeah. He’s majoring in Computer Science. He knows all about this stuff.” “Oh? Well, okay.” “I’ll call you back and let you know how it works out.” “Sure. I hope it succeeds.” “I’m sure it will. Catch you later, Kenji.” That was exactly what I was afraid of. That he’d catch me. Shit! “Yeah. Ummm, bye, Jason.” Callum looked at me, puzzled by the bits and pieces of the conversation he’d heard. I grabbed his arm. “You remember Rick?” Callum nodded. “Jason’s teammate, right?” “Yeah,” I said. “Did you know he’s a Computer Science major.” “Noooo,” Callum replied. Then his eyes opened wide. “Oh, crap! Kenji!” I tugged Callum’s arm, urging him to begin running. “Come on!” I shouted. “We’ve got to get home NOW!” “What are you going to do, Kenji?” “The only thing I can do, Callum. Yuusaku the Hacker needs to send another email immediately!” *** We ran up the stairs to my room and powered up my computer, panting to catch our breaths as it loaded the operating system. Then I anxiously opened the email program and loaded Yuusaku Fujiki’s fictitious account. I pulled up the last message chain between Yuusaku, Jason, and myself, then clicked reply all. My fingers kept missing keys in my haste to type the message: I clicked send and activated the hacking software on Jason’s computer. The camera powered up in stealth mode and showed Jason leaning back in his chair, frowning, studying the screen. Rick, his blonde teammate, sat next to him, using a laptop. Jason pointed at something on his screen and whispered to Rick, who turned his laptop so that Jason could see it. I opened the Mimic window. It showed that Jason had several windows running on his computer, but I couldn’t tell what they were doing. His email program was open in one corner, showing he had a message in his in-box. Jason opened the message. It was the one I’d sent from Yuusaku. I watched as he read the message. He frowned and leaned over to whisper in Rick’s ear. Rick nodded and whispered something back, then started typing away on his own laptop. Callum grabbed my arm and started shaking me. “They’re going to catch us. Oh, my God, Kenji. What are we going to do? They’re going to catch us!!” I’ve always heard that desperate times require desperate measures. I picked up my cell phone and called Jason. His camera showed him picking up his cell phone. Then he answered. “Hello, Kenji.” “Jason!” I exclaimed. “I just got another message from the hacker!” Jason nodded and glanced at his screen. “Yeah. I got it too, Kenji.” “What do we do, Jason? He sounds angry. Do you think bahçelievler escort he knows what you’re doing?” Jason shrugged. “He might. Rick thinks the virus he loaded on my system is monitoring keystrokes or something like that, so he probably knows we’re trying to block him.” “Then what do we do, Jason?” “Hang on a minute, Kenji. Let me talk to Rick.” I heard Jason set his phone down. In the Stealth Camera window, I saw Rick and Jason stand up and move to the closet, where they whispered back and forth for a bit. Then Jason nodded and they returned to the desk, with Rick sitting at the computer, where he began closing down windows, except for Jason’s email. Jason picked up his phone and said, “It’s too risky, Kenji. I thought we could catch the hacker, but Rick and I just don’t have enough computer savvy to do this. Sorry, buddy. We tried.” I thought I’d pass out. I was so relieved. Callum poked me, whispering, “What’s going on?” I motioned for him to wait, then spoke to Jason. “It’s okay, Jason. You tried your best. He’s just too good at hacking. But we’ll win Triple Threat and then he’ll leave us alone.” “Right, Kenji. That’s what we’ll do.” An email message appeared in my in-box. It was a reply from Jason to Yuusaku and me. Apparently, Rick had been typing the reply while Jason and I talked. The message read: I read the message, sighing at the reprieve. Callum pretended to wipe sweat off his forehead, grinning at me. “Thanks, Jason,” I said. “I wish we could catch this guy, but it’s probably best if we go along with him and don’t make him angry.” “Yeah,” Jason replied, sounding a lot less frustrated than I expected. “This is the best way to handle it. I have to go, Kenji. Can I call you later?” “Yes, if you want.” “I’ll talk to you then.” “Okay, Jason. Goodbye.” “Bye.” Callum looked at me as I disconnected the call. “That was too close, Kenji!” I nodded. “Do you think they suspect what I did?” Callum began pacing back and forth. “I don’t know, Kenji. That was really strange, the way they walked back to the closet and started whispering.” “I know,” I agreed, “Jason sounded upset. Really upset. And what was Rick doing on that laptop?” Callum stopped pacing and turned to stare at me. “I don’t know what they’ve figured out so far, but I do know you’d better not send any more emails from the Love Hacker. I wish Triple Threat was this weekend; the sooner this is over, the better.” I threw myself onto my bed, curled up with a pillow tucked into my chest, and squeezed it tight. How was I ever going to survive the next two weeks? *** Callum ate supper with us, then headed home. I excused myself and wandered up to my room to spend some time alone, simply to think and get my head together. What was I doing? Spying on a guy who was never anything but nice to me. Blackmailing him to spend time with me. Lying to him and manipulating him when I should be cherishing and loving him. This wasn’t at all what I had in mind when I first started. I expected it to be so simple. Find a cute guy who I found sexually attractive. Impress him with my own overwhelming cuteness. Maneuver the situation around so that the two of us enjoyed each other in the way we both obviously desired. But no! I had to fall in love with him… Why did he have to be so kind and considerate and gentle? He’s a jock. Aren’t they driven by hormones, looking for their next sexual conquest in between road trips? AAAARGH! I buried my head in my pillow to muffle my scream. Then I turned over and stared at the ceiling. There was only one thing left for me to do. Even if it meant losing him, even if he hated me for it and never wanted anything more to do with me, even if–oh Callum will want to kill me–even if he refuses to take us to Triple Threat, I really had no choice. I had to confess everything to Jason. Admit what I’d done and accept the consequences like a man. My phone lit up and Whitney Houston began warbling, “I will always love bakırköy escort you.” I didn’t know if I was quite ready for this, but now was as good a time as any to face the music. Picking up my phone, I accepted the call and mumbled, “Hello, Jason.” Then I sighed. I heard Jason say, “Kenji? What’s wrong? You sound upset.” “Nothing’s wrong. I’m just a little disappointed about how things are going right now.” “I get it, dude. I’m not very happy about it either. Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?” Damnit. Jason was not making this any easier for me. Why did he have to be so understanding and thoughtful? I moaned and replied, “Nah. Not really.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. “Jason, there’s something I want to tell you.” “Yeah? There’s something I want to tell you too.” “Oh? Then you go first,” I said. Anything to delay confessing my crimes to the man I loved. “No. It’s okay. You can go first.” Chivalrous as always, he couldn’t know how he was torturing me. “No, Jason. I’d rather let you go first, if you don’t mind. My news isn’t that great. Yours sounds exciting.” “Well, it’s not that exciting.” “Go ahead, Jason. Tell me.” “Okay. So, Kenji, you know I had Rick helping me with this hacker situation, right?” I sat up in bed. Crap! What if he knows? What if he’s caught on to me and I never get a chance to confess my duplicity, begging for his mercy, pleading for his forgiveness and convincing him to love me anyway. I’ll never get a chance to admit my wrong-doing and promise him I’ll never do anything so stupid and evil again, as long as I live. “You still there, Kenji?” “Oh. Ummmm. Yeah. I’m listening.” “Well, check this out. Before the hacker sent us the email, warning us to back off, Rick was able to scan my system and figure out how the hacker infected my computer. You’ll never guess how he did it.” My palms were sweating, making it hard to hold my phone. “H-h-how… how did he do it?” I stuttered. “Do you remember that GIF you sent me? Of the sumo wrestler saying thank you?” “Y-y-yes.” “The virus was imbedded in the GIF. It must have been there all along, and when you picked up the GIF on-line, it infected your computer first. Then when you sent it to me, it infected mine next.” Maybe I wasn’t doomed for immediate destruction. I began breathing again. “That’s, ummmm, interesting.” “Yeah. So we weren’t targeted, Kenji. It was just pure bad luck. The hacker probably leaves stuff like this out there, hoping someone will download it. Then he uses it to take advantage of people.” “Wow. Amazing.” I knew I sounded like a dork, but I couldn’t think of anything else to say. “So you can stop kicking yourself in the ass over this, Kenji. It was a simple mistake. I’m sure lots of other people have made the same error.” “Oh? Okay. Thanks, Jason.” “You’re welcome. So what was your big news?” Oh crap! Oh Crap! OH CRAP! Now there was no way I could confess. Not after what Jason had just said. This was so screwed up and getting worse by the moment. My mind went blank. “Kenji?” I heard Jason chuckling. “You’re doing it again, buddy.” “Doing what?” “Zoning out. Leaving me talking to myself.” “No, no, I’m here. I’m listening. I’m thinking about what you said. That’s all.” “Okay. No problem, bud. So, your news?” he prompted me again. I frantically searched my brain for something, anything, I might share, finally blurting out, “I told some kids at school that I’m gay.” Jason sounded amused. “Really? What did they say?” “They said it was fine. Didn’t make a fuss over it. And they promised to help me if I ever needed anything.” “Cool cool. It’s nice to know you have the support of others.” “Yeah,” I agreed. “Do, ummm, do you have that, Jason?” “Have what?” “People who support you for being gay?” Jason chuckled. “Yes, Kenji. As a matter of fact, I do. The guys on the baseball team know, and they’re all cool with it.” “Really? Even though you balgat escort take showers with them and everything?” He laughed again. “Yes. I show them my dick and they show me theirs. It’s all good, my man.” I fell back onto my bed. My cock was beginning to swell up, making my underwear uncomfortably confining. I wiggled everything around, giving it more room to grow and asked, “Do you ever …?” I chickened out and couldn’t ask what I wanted to know. “Do I ever what?” I swallowed hard. “You know,” I whispered into the phone, “get a boner?” More chuckling. “No. Although I do get a semi every now and them. So do the other guys. It’s perfectly normal, and no one makes a big deal out of it when it does happen.” I slid my hand inside my pants and began squeezing my erection. “Have you ever wanted to do stuff with the other guys on your team?” “Hmmm. Now that’s a good question. To be honest, I never have. They’re all great guys, but none of them turn me on.” I giggled. “Really? All those big muscles?” “I’m not into muscles, Kenji. Never have been.” “Oh? That’s interesting.” “Is that what you like, Kenji? Muscles?” I giggled again. “Yes.” “You like my muscles?” I felt my face burning with embarrassment. I could barely whisper, “Yes. I think you’re incredibly sexy.” He laughed. “Is that what first attracted you to me?” I paused to consider his question, then replied. “Honestly, no, it wasn’t.” “Really, so what was it?” “Your eyes.” Now it was my turn to wait. Jason didn’t say anything for several seconds, so I added, “They were so inviting, I just wanted to fall in and never climb out again.” I waited some more. “Jason? Are you there?” “Yes. I’m here, Kenji. I’m surprised by what you just told me.” “Surprised? Or upset?” He laughed softly. “Surprised. Why would I be upset?” “Because I didn’t mention your muscles.” He laughed louder. “I’m not that vain, Kenji.” I laughed too. “I do like your muscles. A lot!” “So you love my eyes, but you only like my muscles?” “Well. I suppose it’s more like this: I loved your eyes first, but I love your muscles too.” “That’s good to know,” he said with a chuckle. “And you? What do you look for in a guy?” I asked, biting my lip. “If you’re not turned on by the other guys on your team, what does turn you on?” “Do I really have to answer that?” “I told you what I like. Seems only fair that you reciprocate.” “Hmmm. Well, okay. I’m turned on by sexy guys. Guys with long, lean bodies. Tight stomachs and flat chests. Smooth, round, hairless bellies that aren’t ripped and cut, with a cute belly button where I can poke my tongue. Maybe a little hair on their treasure trail, leading down to a small patch of hair above a five-inch cock.” “Five point two,” I interjected. “Huh?” “It’s 5.2 inches long. My cock.” Jason chuckled. “Okay. Where was I? Oh, yeah. I like a guy with a small patch of hair above a five point two inch cock, not too thick, with a pale white foreskin covering a light pink cap.” “That’s what turns you on?” I managed to ask. “Yep. Big time!” “Is it turning you on to think about it? Right now?” “Oh, yeah.” I groaned. “Are you … hard?” He chuckled. “Give me a minute.” The phone call disconnected. Then my text messages chimed. I found an incoming message from Jason, opened it, and found a picture of a hard, swollen, seven-inch cock. I moaned and yanked at my own shorts, struggling to get them down and release my throbbing cock. Holding my boner so it pointed at the ceiling, I positioned my phone and snapped off a quick picture, then sent it to Jason. Seconds later, my phone rang again. I quickly answered, shutting off Whitney in mid-note. “Hello, Jason.” “Hey, Kenji. Nice pic.” “Yeah. I like the one you sent me, too.” “I guess Yuusaku the Hacker would think this is funny, what we just did.” “Fuck Yuusaku,” I said, surprising myself. Jason laughed. “Would you like a video to go with the picture? Or would you rather FaceTime?” *** An hour later, I closed my eyes as I whispered into my phone, “That was incredible. Thank you, Jason.” “I enjoyed it too, you sexy, sexy boy.” I smiled. “Good night, Jason.” “Good night, Kenji.” The end of THE LOVE HACKER, Chapter Seven. Excuse me while I wrap myself up in my blankets and fall asleep dreaming of happy-ever-after endings for the Love Hacker.

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