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Subject: The Love Hacker, Chapter 11 (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 Eleven: One Surprise After Another The next morning, Jason was the first one up. Judging by what I felt poking my butt, he was very, very up, if you know what I mean. He kissed the back of my neck, making me purr like a cat, then rolled away from me and slid out of bed, heading for the bathroom. I didn’t want to get up. I even tried going back to sleep while thinking back fondly on the night before. But I wasn’t tired. Just amazingly relaxed and happy. I yawned, stretched, opened my eyes, and looked over at Callum, who was staring at me from the other bed. He grinned and gave me a double thumbs-up. The bathroom door opened and Jason came back into the room, stretching and scratching his belly. Callum threw back his blanket and walked past Jason, completely unashamed to have his briefs tenting out with a morning boner. Jason ruffled Callum’s hair as he walked past. Callum stopped and hugged Jason, then continued on to the bathroom. Jason chuckled as he slid back under the blanket and wrapped his arms around me from behind. “Did you sleep good?” he asked. “Like a baby,” I replied, turning around in his arms and facing him. “Especially after that incredible shower.” He smiled. “It was nice, wasn’t it?” “Oh, yeah,” I said, smiling. “The best experience of my life.” Jason looked over his shoulder toward the bathroom. “Do you think Callum knows what we did?” I heard the shower starting up and Callum singing, off key. “I think he does. He gave me two thumbs up and a silly smirk.” “Can we trust him to keep quiet about it?” I nodded. “Absolutely. Jason, Callum is my best friend. Has been since we met in the first grade. He’d never betray me. If I ask him to, he’ll take this secret to the grave with him.” I chuckled. “Because he knows if he ever tells anyone, that’s where I’ll put him. In the grave!” Jason shook his head and smiled. “That doesn’t make any sense, Kenji.” “I know,” I said, leaning over to kiss Jason gently on the lips. “I’m not feeling all that logical right now.” Jason kissed me back, reaching up to stroke my cheek with one finger. “I’m falling for you, Kenji, but I know I shouldn’t.” “Because I’m so young?” I asked. “Because it’s not fair to you. How can it ever work? I’m in college. You’re in high school. We can’t spend time together or hang out or do any of the things lovers do. It just seems wrong to give you this weekend and then never be able to be together again.” I felt the tears building up in my eyes, but I bit my lip and said, “Even if all I ever get from you is one weekend, I’ll be grateful for that.” “And you don’t want any more from me?” “Of course I want more, but I’m not a fool, Jason. I know a relationship with you is impossible, so I’ll be happy with what you gave me last night and I won’t ask for anything more.” He touched my lips with the tip of his finger, rubbing ever so gently, and whispered, “What if I ask you for more?” I didn’t know what to say. It was so unfair, when you think about it. If Jason was a girl and I told all the other high school guys that I was dating a college woman, they’d slap me on the back and congratulate me. My street rep would go through the roof. If I was a girl and Jason told his buddies he was banging a teenage chick, they’d grab their groins and ask for details, then warn Jason to be careful, all the while demanding that he keep them posted on his conquest. Why was it so wrong for the two of us to fall in love? When I started this silly scheme of mine, I never expected it to go this far or to become so complicated. How I wished that I had listened to Callum at the beginning when he told me it wouldn’t work. Now, having tasted the forbidden fruit of love, I didn’t want to let Jason go, and yet I knew I had no choice. What would I do if Jason asked me for more? I really didn’t know. I looked at him, trying not to cry, and said, “Jason, if there was any way to make it work, I would give you anything you asked.” He nodded sadly and kissed me again. The bathroom door opened and Callum came out, naked, his hair wet, with a towel draped around his neck. “Let’s get this party started,” he said, wriggling his butt and making his penis flop around. “Callum, what are you doing?” I demanded. He giggled. “Getting dressed. Which is what you two gay boys should be doing, or have you forgotten we have a chess tournament to win today?” Jason and I looked at each other, then grabbed our pillows and threw them at Callum’s head. He laughed as he dodged the pillows, then walked over to his bag. Pulling out a clean pair of underwear, he slid them on and turned to look at us. “Well? Are you guys going to stay in bed all morning?” Jason turned to me. “We have about ten minutes. Shower together?” I smiled and nodded my head. We jumped up and ran into the bathroom, stripping off our underwear and climbing in together. Callum followed us and shouted from the door. “No messing around! I’m throwing cold water on you if you’re still in there ten minutes from now.” “That will be plenty of time,” I shouted back. Then I dropped to my knees and sucked Jason’s cock into my mouth. Five minutes each. Plenty of time. *** The tournament organizer called us all together that morning for an announcement. “Thank you, everyone, for a terrific tournament so far! The Triple Threat Semi-finals will bahçelievler escort feature four outstanding teams. Today, we’ll see a team from UCLA facing off against two high school students and their college teammate from Sacramento.” There was scattered applause. Callum yelled, “Whoop, whoop, whoop!” We heard laughter and more applause. The organizer continued, “And a team coming to us all the way from Dallas, Texas, will take on the returning champions from last year, a team many of you are familiar with since they’re based right here in Palo Alto.” There was more applause, louder this time. “What you may not know is the Palo Alto team is comprised of research scientists, all living and working here in our fair city.” He pointed at three old dudes, standing together nearby. One was Old Geek, the guy we’d seen playing yesterday. Old Geek didn’t look at all happy this morning, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that he hadn’t seemed happy yesterday either, even when he was winning his games. Organizer Guy continued speaking. “We don’t have any favorites, of course, but we’d love to see the Triple Threat trophy spending another year in Palo Alto.” He chuckled at his own joke. Callum didn’t think it was funny. “He won’t be laughing when the trophy heads to Sacramento this year.” Callum must have said that a bit too loud, because several people turned to stare at us. Callum blushed and ducked his head. “That’s right, Callum,” Jason said. “And it’s staying in Sacramento,” he added, even louder. The people who had turned to look at us, turned away, embarrassed. Callum punched Jason on the shoulder, lightly. “Thanks, bro.” Jason pulled us both around to face him. “Picture yourself standing up and shaking your opponent’s hand, telling him, `Good game,’ knowing you had a GREAT game!” He turned us around to look at the Triple Threat trophy standing on the table in front of the announcer. Next to it was a large wooden plaque covered with small metal plates engraved with the names of the winning team members from years past. “Now picture the two of you holding that trophy while they engrave our names on the plaque for this year’s winning team.” Callum and I looked at each other and grinned. Jason hugged us to his chest. “Ready to play some chess, boys?” “Ready,” Callum whispered through gritted teeth. “Let’s do this,” I said. Organizer Guy read off the names of the semi-finalists, pointing to where we’d be playing our games. We walked over to our tables and stood facing three college students from UCLA. They were all a bit nerdy, like Callum and me. None of them had the incredible physique Jason has, but then not many guys do. He’s a stud, that’s for sure. We all sat down and began arranging our pieces. By the luck of the draw, our team got white on Callum’s and Jason’s boards. I was playing black, but I didn’t mind. I actually prefer starting off defensively and forcing my opponent to try to break through. He’d find out how difficult a task that is. The guy playing against Jason gave him a long look, then asked, “Don’t you play baseball for Sac State?” Jason nodded. “Third base.” “I thought I recognized you. Kind of surprising to see you play chess, too.” Jason shrugged. “Baseball is my game. Chess is just something I dabble in.” The UCLA guy smiled. Obviously, he thought this would be an easy game for him. He didn’t know Jason had an ace in the hole. I think that’s the right term for it, although I’m not much of a poker fan. What does that mean, anyway? Ace in the hole? And should I feel insulted to be called an ace in the hole? It almost sounds nasty. *** Once the match began, I decided to speed up my play. It wouldn’t affect me, but it might rattle my opponent. And it would allow me to focus more attention on Jason’s game, so I rushed my moves, hoping my opponent would begin moving faster as well and commit an early error. Twenty moves into the game, he blundered, allowing me to pin his queen against his king with a bishop. It was a rookie mistake, one he shouldn’t have made. He couldn’t move his queen, since it would mean placing his king in check, and he had no other pieces able to move between his queen and my bishop. With no other choice, he took my bishop with his queen. I snapped his queen up with my queen and announced, “Check.” He moved his king over one square. I moved a rook down the board and said, “Checkmate.” A gasp went up around us. We had been playing only ten minutes. It was one of the shortest games of the tournament so far. Callum offered his fist for me to bump. Jason leaned over and whispered, “Way to go, bro!” I stood up and moved to the side so I could watch Jason’s game better and send him his signals. Ten minutes later, I heard Callum say, “Checkmate!” The little devil had set up a devious trap, bringing a bishop down to take a pawn. His opponent’s king was unable to move, being surrounded by his own forces. It was an elegant twist on what chess players called a fool’s mate. Callum stood up and shook the guy’s hand, then walked over to stand next to me. Jason’s opponent was determined to win, even if only to achieve a pyrrhic victory, but I wasn’t going to let that happen. With both Callum and me winning our games, we didn’t need the win to advance to the finals. But there was still the tie-breaker to consider. If for some reason we were unable to achieve a clear victory over the other team during the final round (which was possible if we had one win, one loss, and a draw, for example), then the winner would be determined by tie-break points. The team with the most wins in the first four rounds of the tournament would secure the tie-breaker and take the trophy for the tournament. That meant every game mattered, and so far we’d won all of them except for bakırköy escort the one game Callum had lost. I didn’t want to risk losing another game, so I wanted a three-game sweep. That meant this guy was going to lose too! I signaled Jason to move his knight up to challenge the pawn’s guarding the other guy’s king. Jason frowned and shook his head slightly. I repeated my signal, F3 to G5. Jason shook his head again. Callum leaned over and whispered, “What’s he doing?” “I don’t know,” I whispered back. A third time, I signaled F3 to G5. Jason shook his head, harder this time. Callum grabbed my arm. “I think he’s shaking off your signs,” he said. Great, I thought. I hadn’t steered Jason wrong yet, but now he was acting like a baseball pitcher who wanted to bring the heat when his catcher was calling for a curve ball! Why was he shaking off my signs? I tried another sign. C4 to D3. That would bring a bishop back and threaten the pawn at H7. Jason shook his head again. Callum grabbed my arm and whispered in my ear, “I think you’d better stop sending him signs.” I turned to Callum and whispered back, “Why? We can use this win.” Callum nodded behind him. I looked over his shoulder and saw Old Geek watching us with a sour frown on his face. Callum whispered, “He’s watching you. I think he caught you.” Jason touched his queen, then pulled his hand away. I groaned. UCLA Guy grinned and said, “Touch move, my friend. You have to move your queen now.” There were few places Jason could move his queen without putting her at risk. Jason shrugged and brought his queen sideways two squares. UCLA Guy grinned again and immediately moved his rook forward, taking Jason’s queen. Jason moved his rook down to the last row on the board. “Check,” Jason said. UCLA Guy stopped smiling. His eyes darted around the board, looking for an escape. His only move was to bring his rook back to the last row, temporarily protecting his king, which he did. Jason slid his rook over, capturing the defending rook. “Checkmate!” Jason said with smile. Well, I told myself, I guess bringing the heat instead of a curve ball was the right play. *** We hurried back to the hotel to pack our bags and loaded them into Jason’s car. We planned to check out and leave directly after the finals of the tournament, hopefully returning home with the championship trophy. On our way back to Stanford University, we stopped for burgers and shakes. Then Jason had us go for a walk around the campus, to shake off the nerves and prepare for the last, most important game of the weekend. Ten minutes before the finals were to begin, we walked into the hall and found a shocking surprise. Six-foot high screens had been erected between the tables where the games were to occur. There would be no way for me to see Jason’s game or for him to see my signals. We were sunk. *** When the tournament organizer saw us, he hurried over, and explained, with a red face, “We couldn’t find you to discuss this–and we hope you don’t take offense–but one of the teams has lodged a complaint against your team, accusing you of cheating. They believe you may have been communicating moves in some way. No one saw this, so we aren’t actually accusing you of anything. Please don’t think we are. But to ensure there is no opportunity for anything of that nature, we’re taking the precaution of erecting these screens.” He smiled apologetically, then scurried off. To one side, I saw Old Geek smiling for the first time that weekend. He was pleased about something, obviously. He moved forward and sat at the middle table. That was fine by me. I wanted to face him. For many reasons. I turned to Callum and gripped his shoulders in my hands. “You are my best friend, Callum. This tournament is something we’ve dreamed of for years now. And here we are. In the finals. Playing for the championship. I can’t think of anyone I would rather have next to me, fighting for that trophy. Play your game, Callum. Kick his ass!” He grinned and nodded. “One ass kicking coming up, Kenji. He pulled me into a hug and whispered, “Thanks for getting us here.” I pushed Callum toward his table and turned to give Jason a reassuring nod. Jason smiled, as if to say, `We’ve got this,’ then calmly walked behind his screen to take his own seat. I walked forward and sat down opposite Old Geek. Old Geek stared at me, almost sneering. “High School?” he asked. “Or Middle School?” I smiled. “Old School,” I replied. “And it’s time for your first lesson.” I picked up a white pawn and a black pawn, one in each hand, and put my hands behind my back, moving the pieces around before bringing my closed fists back in front of me. Old Geek touched my right hand. I opened it and turned it over. It was the black pawn. The tournament organizer was watching and announced, “Middle table. Palo Alto will play black. Side tables, Palo Alto will play white.” I sighed. It didn’t matter to me. I can play white or black. But I knew Callum wasn’t comfortable playing black, and Jason would be on his own without the benefit of my signals. Oh well. No matter what happened in the next hour, it had been a great weekend. *** I know I’m good at chess. I’ve been playing chess at championship level for three years. And one thing I’ve learned is that no matter how good you are, there are other players out there who are also good. Old Geek was good. Better than me that afternoon. I lost in forty-five moves. I stood up and held out my hand. “Good game,” I said. He sneered as he shook my hand. “I guess it was,” he replied. What a jerk, I thought. I stood up and walked around the screen to see how Callum was doing. To my amazement, Callum was up a rook and a knight. He was staring intensely at the board, his green eyes sparkling. balgat escort His leg wasn’t shaking, so I knew he wasn’t the least bit nervous, and he had good reason to be confident. He was spanking his opponent. Apparently the other guy knew he was losing badly. He sighed and tipped his king over. “I resign,” he said with a frown. “Good game, young man. You have tremendous potential.” Callum grinned. “Thank you.” He pushed his chair back and shook the man’s hand. Turning to me, he saw my sad expression and guessed what had happened. “You lost?” I nodded. “Yeah.” “We’re one and one?” he asked. “Yes, so it’s all up to Jason now.” We walked around to the last table to see how Jason was doing. It was a close match. So far, they’d only exchanged a pawn each, and the positions on the board were both well developed, neither one giving ground. I was sure Jason would be in trouble, but he was actually doing very well. Despite my loss to Old Geek, our team could still take the championship. All we needed was for Jason to win. I positioned myself so that I could begin sending moves to Jason, but Old Geek walked up with the tournament organizer. They stood a few feet away, watching me closely. I turned to Callum. He shook his head slightly, silently warning me against trying anything. Win or lose, it was all on Jason’s back now. His beautiful, broad shoulders and powerfully muscled back. Too bad this was chess and not baseball. Then we’d stand a much better chance. *** Even if I could have sent signals to Jason, he wouldn’t have seen them. He was bent over, staring intensely at the board. His eyes flicked from side to side, considering all the possible combinations of attack and defense available in the current position. His opponent moved a pawn forward one space, attacking Jason’s bishop. Jason’s eyes narrowed as he studied the board. I gasped softly. Though Jason probably wasn’t good enough to know it, that move by his opponent was a mistake. He was now overextended, and Jason could sacrifice his bishop to break open the man’s defenses. Callum saw the same thing, grabbing my arm and squeezing it. We looked at each other, but couldn’t say a word. Old Geek was watching us, waiting to pounce at the least provocation. Jason leaned forward. He reached out and picked up his bishop. Instead of retreating, he moved it forward, capturing the threatening pawn. Jason’s opponent quickly captured the bishop with a pawn. Jason moved a knight down. “Check,” he said. The man opened his mouth, suddenly realizing his mistake. He shook his head and moved his king to one side. Jason brought his queen up. “Check.” The man sighed. “Well played, Jason. You’re as tough as ever.” He moved his king into the corner of the board. Jason moved his queen forward, capturing the last pawn protecting the king. “Checkmate,” Jason said. Callum screamed, “YES!” He jumped onto my back, and I carried him to Jason, who stood up and hugged us both as we jumped and shouted. Those watching smiled and clapped politely. “You are a beast,” I said to Jason. “Unbelievable!” “He was tough,” Jason said. “I’ve played him before, and he’s always given me a good game.” “Really?” I asked. “When?” “A few years ago. We played in a few tournaments against each other.” “Oh? Wow. That’s incredible.” I was confused now, but my joy at winning Triple Threat prevented me from feeling anything but delirious pleasure. The tournament organizer ushered us all up onto the stage, where he handed the championship trophy to Callum and me. Then he handed the plaque containing the names of the past tournament winners to Jason. “May I have your attention please? Thank you. Ladies and gentleman, I’m happy to present the winners of this year’s Triple Threat Tournament of Champions! From Sacramento, California. Kenji Nakamura. Callum McNair. And Jason Truman.” There was applause from all around, and smiles from almost everyone, except for Old Geek, who looked like he’d swallowed a lemon whole. The announcer continued, “Some of you may recognize Jason. He played on the winning teams in 2014 and 2015, so this makes the third time his name will appear on the Champion’s Plaque. Congratulations, Jason. It looks like you’ve found another championship team, so we’ll be looking forward to seeing you back in the tournament in the years to come.” Callum and I stared at Jason, shocked speechless. He shrugged and said, “I told you I know the game.” *** In the car on the way home, I sat in the back seat next to the championship trophy. Wow, it was beautiful! Callum sat in the front, holding the championship plaque in his lap, rubbing his fingers over the spot where our names would be engraved. As he drove, Jason filled us in. While in high school, he and two friends had played in Triple Threat, placing third the first year they competed, then winning the championship two years in a row. Jason had been ranked among the top ten junior chess players during his time in high school, but he’d stopped playing when he went off to college so he could focus on baseball. “Why didn’t you tell us?” Callum demanded. Jason gave us a clever grin. “I guess we all have secrets. Right, guys?” Callum started to respond, then thought better of it. He looked back at me and clamped his lips shut. Jason chuckled. “No more talking about secrets. Let’s just enjoy that win. It was a terrific tournament, and I’m proud of both of you.” I scooted forward in my seat and kissed Jason on the side of his neck. “Thanks for bringing us, Jason.” “Yeah,” Callum added. “Thanks, Jason.” Jason nodded. “You’re welcome, guys. Hacker or not, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.” With the tournament finished and the trophy sitting beside me in the car, I knew it was time for the Love Hacker to leave us alone forever. The only question was whether I would confess my role in the entire sordid affair. The end of THE LOVE HACKER, Chapter Eleven. Yes, I regret creating the Love Hacker in the first place, but I would do it all again if it meant getting Jason in my arms. There’s not much more to tell. Come back again next time, and I’ll tell you how it all ended.

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