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Subject: The Love Hacker, Chapter 5 (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 Five: The Mysterious Villain Finally Makes His Demands Known I sent the email from Yuusaku the next day, as promised. It read: Callum read the email over my shoulder as I typed it. “I have just one question,” Callum said. “ARE YOU FRICKING CRAZY, KENJI?” “Crazy in love,” I replied. I turned to face Callum. “How long have you and I dreamed of attending Triple Threat?” “Since fifth grade when we first learned to play chess.” “Right. And year after year, we haven’t been able to find a third person for our team. Someone as good as we are at chess.” “And then there’s the other minor roadblock you seem to have overlooked: our parents are too busy to take us and won’t let us go without a chaperone.” “Exactly. That is why my plan offers an elegant solution to every problem. Jason becomes the third member of our team. He also acts as our chaperone. Our parents will gladly agree, and they’ll fork over the entry fee and the cost of the hotel room. We head to Palo Alto for the chess tournament of our dreams. And I get to spend three nights in a hotel room with the boy of MY dreams.” Callum stared at me, his mouth hanging open. He closed his mouth and gulped. “You really are insane. You know that, don’t you, Kenji? Absolutely mentally unbalanced.” “You’re just jealous you didn’t think of it first.” He shook his head sadly and said, “You don’t even know if Jason can play chess. He certainly can’t play at the level of the people we’ll be facing in the tournament. How can you expect him to win?” I smiled wickedly. “Once again, I have a plan.” *** We met up with Jason at the university library for a game of chess. Jason looked miserable when he met us in the study area on the third floor. I immediately felt remorse when I saw him. I didn’t want my sweet baby going through such agony. I had to cheer him up, somehow. “Hi, Jason. You doing okay?” I asked. He nodded and tried to smile. “As good as can be expected, I guess.” “Triple Threat is only a few weeks away. With a bit of luck, we’ll do everything Yuusaku wants and be done with him forever.” “Yeah. I suppose.” Obviously, I wasn’t having much success cheering him up. I put my hand on Jason’s arm and squeezed gently, then said, “A year from now, we’ll have forgotten all about this hacker and his stupid demands. You’ll be playing your senior year on the baseball team, knocking home runs left and right, and I’ll be in the stands cheering you on.” He stopped, turned me to face him, and pulled me into his arms for a hug. “I hope you’re right, Kenji. You’re a great kid. Thanks for trying so hard to cheer me up.” I closed my eyes and relaxed into his embrace. It lasted for perhaps three and half seconds. I wanted it to go on for hours. His arms around my back were powerful and comforting at the same time. His warm chest pressed against mine. Our groins squashed together, and I felt his delightful package poking into me, causing my penis to throb and immediately begin pushing back. Jason noticed and released me, holding me at arm’s length. He glanced down at my tented pants and smiled. “Sorry,” I said. “It happens,” he replied. He pulled me into a sideways hug, with his arm across my shoulders, and walked with me to the table where Callum was setting up for a game of chess. “I’m surprised you’re the one consoling me,” Jason said with a forced smile. “I should be telling you that everything’s going to be alright.” “I guess I’m not as worried as I should be,” I confessed. “Probably because we teenagers think we’re invincible.” He chuckled. “Maybe that’s it.” We stopped at the table and sat down across from Callum. I finished setting up the white pieces. “Callum and I have wanted to compete at Triple Threat for years,” I said. Jason seemed a bit surprised to hear that, as though it was something he hadn’t expected. “For years, huh?” I nodded. “We’ve never had a chance until now. It’s probably the most prestigious chess tournament in California, maybe the entire country. It attracts some of the best players around, so we can’t wait to go.” Jason nodded his head as though he was adding this bit of information to other things he was considering, which made me wonder if I had said something wrong. Or maybe I was missing something. Callum was bahçelievler escort wiggling around in his seat with excitement. “Triple Threat is more than a simple chess tournament. It’s TEAM chess! The three of us against three other players playing a head-to-head matchup. The team with the most wins moves on, so that means we need at least two wins between the three of us to advance to the next round.” “Which we should have no trouble doing,” I added. “Callum and I are both good players. Good enough to beat most of the people entering the tournament. I’m ranked first in the state in the Junior division. Callum is ranked seventh.” “But this is an open tournament,” Callum continued, “so we’ll be playing against adults. If it was just other players from the Junior division, we would probably blow them away. But we’ve never played against adults, so we don’t know how we’ll do.” “We’ll win,” I said, confident of our chances. “The problem is finding a third player of our caliber. If Callum and I both win our games each round and you don’t, our team will still advance. But you never know when one of us will run up against a good opponent. It would be a big help if our third team member is as good as we are.” “Do you know how to play chess?” Callum asked, expecting to hear the worst. Jason nodded. “I played in high school. I know how the game works.” Callum sighed. “That’s better than nothing, I suppose.” “It will be good enough,” I said. “Here’s what we’ll do.” *** I had Jason play white and Callum play the black pieces. I stood behind Callum and to one side. Then I explained my plan. “In baseball, your coach gives you all these weird signs when you’re batting, right? If he wants you to bunt or swing or whatever.” Jason grinned. “It’s a bit more complicated than that, but yeah. That’s how we communicate what we’re doing on the field.” “Great,” I said. “And doesn’t the catcher send the pitcher a signal for what kind of throw he wants?” “Yes. He’ll tell the pitcher if he wants a fastball, a curveball, or a change up.” “Right.” I wasn’t exactly sure what those were, but at least Jason knew where I was going with all this. “I’ll be doing the same thing for you, during the tournament. This is how it will work. I’ll send you signals for your next move. Then it will be like I’m playing your game, and your opponent will have to beat me, not you.” Jason looked at me, puzzled. “Won’t you be busy playing your own game, Kenji?” “Sure,” I admitted. “Callum do you remember the exhibition I put on at the beginning of the year?” “Yes. When you played six guys at the same time, right?” “Right.” For Jason’s benefit, I explained, “We set up six games side by side. I played on one side against six other guys, all at the same time. I just moved down the table, making my moves and waiting for them to decide what to do.” “He beat all of us,” Callum said with a grimace. “Even me.” “I’m good at chess, Jason. Very, very good. And I can play my game and your game at the same time. No problem.” Callum nodded. “He’s right. He can. And he’ll win too. He’s some kind of chess prodigy. A real freak of nature!” “Okay, Callum. Thanks for your overwhelming vote of confidence.” Turning back to Jason, I said, “The trick is figuring out a way to send you signals so you’ll know what moves to make. Without getting caught. I think I’ve come up with a way to do just that.” I leaned forward and pointed at the chessboard. “Each rank on a chess board is assigned a letter of the alphabet, from A to H. Each row is numbered 1 through 8. So if I ask you to make E4 your opening move …?” “I move my king’s pawn to E4.” Jason moved the pawn to show he understood. “I know how it works, Kenji. I know chess notation.” “Then if I wanted Callum to move his queen-side knight?” Jason pointed at the board. “You’d have to say B8 to C6.” Jason reached across the board and moved Callum’s knight. “In this case, I need to know the starting square and the ending square both, because there is more than one piece that can legally move to C6. The bishop’s pawn can also move there, so I need the know the starting square too. Otherwise, there would be confusion as to which piece you want moved.” Callum was impressed. “You do know chess. I’m amazed.” Jason smiled at Callum. “I’m not just a dumb jock, Callum. There’s more to me than meets the eye.” He winked at Callum to take the sting out of his words. Callum ducked his head. “I wasn’t trying to be rude, Jason. I’m sorry.” “No worries, little man,” Jason replied. “And no offense taken.” He turned to me. “So how are you going to signal my moves without us getting caught.” “That’s the beauty of my plan,” I said with a grin. I touched my forehead and said, “Touching bakırköy escort here will be the sign for A.” I touched my eye. “This will be B. And my cheek will be C. My nose, D. My mouth, E. My chin is F. My ear is G. And finally, my neck will be H.” Jason nodded slowly. “Okay.” “This way, you’ll know which rank I want by the part of my body I touch.” Callum giggled. “What if you grab your crotch?” I rolled my eyes. “It means I have to pee. Now will you hush and let me continue?” Callum giggled again and gestured for me to go on. “For the row number, I’ll hold up fingers. If I want rows 1 through 4, I’ll use my right hand. The number of fingers I hold up will be the row. If I use my left hand, add four to whatever you see. That will give you rows 5 through 8. With me so far?” Jason chuckled. “I think I can follow. Shall we try it out?” I touched my ear with one finger on my right hand. The signal for G1. Then I touched my chin with three fingers. F3. Jason smiled and moved his king-side knight to F3. Callum moved his pawn to E5, knowing it was protected by the queen-side knight we’d moved earlier. I touched my eye with two fingers on my left hand. It was the signal for B6. There was only one piece on the board that could legally move there. Jason picked up his king-side bishop and moved it to B6, threatening Callum’s knight. Then he looked at me and wriggled his eyebrows. “Hey,” Callum said. “This might actually work.” *** We played three games. With me as the puppet master, Callum was thoroughly trounced! It didn’t take us long at all to feel comfortable with the signals, although I did look a bit spastic with the way I was flailing around, pointing my fingers at various parts of my anatomy. Callum thought it was too obvious, so we discussed ways to make it more subtle, including changing up the body parts. His suggestion to scratch my balls if I wanted Jason to castle his king made us all laugh. I guess we got a bit loud after a while, because some lady with her hair tied up in a bun came over and told us to keep it down. After she left, we snickered at her and put away the chess game. Then we talked quietly about preparing for the tournament. We told Jason how excited we were to go, thanking him over and over for taking us. He said he was actually looking forward to it. We left the library and walked around the campus, chatting like we were old friends. Jason showed us the signs they used in baseball and explained what a hit-and-run was and when it would be advantageous to try it. Callum asked him why they sometimes deliberately walked batters. Jason scowled and said he hated it but then he told us why they did it and explained about forced outs. I never knew baseball could be so interesting, but when Jason talked about it, I found myself entranced. We stopped at a frozen yogurt place. Jason insisted on paying. Callum had strawberry and lime, covered in whipped cream and chocolate bits. I had vanilla with sprinkles. Yeah, I’m boring, but I like what I like. And get this! Jason had the vanilla too, but with butterscotch bits. We are so compatible! We sat down under a tree to eat, still talking. Jason told us about what it was like to live on campus. He had his own bedroom, but shared a bathroom, so it was like an apartment. We told him about our school and how hard it was to be the smartest guys there. Callum even told him about his dream of owning Bugattis and having big-boobed girlfriends. Jason laughed and pulled Callum into a hug, tousling his hair. I was only a little jealous, but I didn’t say a word because Callum needs a big brother, and Jason seems perfect. Jason can be Callum’s big brother as long as he’s also my handsome lover. We finished our snack and tossed the trash. Then we walked and talked some more. We needed a solid story to tell our families, because it would all be for nothing if we couldn’t convince them to let us go. *** Jason ate with my family three nights later. Mom put on a real feast, with sushi and sashimi appetizers, tempura veggies with tetsuyu sauce (my personal favorite), okonomiyaki with green onions and shrimp, and pork and beef yakitori with a teriyaki dipping sauce. My dad spent most of the meal interrogating Jason, which embarrassed me to no end. But Jason did a terrific job answering every question. What he was majoring in at the university. How long he’d been playing baseball. How he’d met me and Callum at a university chess invitational (the only lie we could think of to explain why we were hanging out with a college guy). Why he was willing to take two high school kids all the way to Palo Alto for the Triple Threat Tournament (it would make a good addition to his college resume, which balgat escort naturally excited my dad when he realized how much better it would look on MY college applications). By the end of the meal, Jason had my dad promising to pay for everything: the registration fee for the tournament, our hotel rooms, any food we ate, and even gas for Jason’s car. Of course, it didn’t hurt any that Jason gave my dad a baseball with the signatures of all the players on this year’s Hornets baseball team and a Hornets jersey and ballcap. My dad is a huge fan of baseball in any form. He would never admit it, but I’m fairly certain he’s disappointed in me. I’m such a total uncoordinated mess when it comes to sports of any kind. Having Jason as a friend means I’ve moved up a notch in my dad’s estimation. I sat quietly, letting my parents and Jason do all the talking. I watched Jason the entire time, falling deeper and deeper in love with him as the evening progressed. When the meal was over, I walked Jason to his car. “You really impressed my family,” I said. “I think my dad loves you more than me.” He chuckled. “You have nice parents, Kenji. Your mom is an incredible cook.” I nodded. “I’m glad you were able to come over. We shouldn’t have any problems attending the tournament now.” “Yeah. That’s true.” “I, ummm, appreciate you coming here tonight.” “Sure, Kenji. I’m grateful for the invitation. It was a fun night.” “Yes. It was.” I gave a Jason a shy but slightly flirtatious glance. He smiled and gave me a quick hug from the side. You know, one of those `bro hugs’. I wanted so much more. “I guess I should be going now,” he said. I mumbled, “You probably have classes to study for or something.” I immediately felt regret for saying that. There were so many things I would rather have said. I wanted to say, `My parents obviously love you, Jason, so now there’s no reason we can’t be boyfriends.’ Or … `Now that my parents approve of you, when will I meet your family?’ At the very least, I wanted to ask, `Can I have a goodnight kiss before you go?’ I didn’t say any of those things, because even as delusional as I can be at times, I recognized that Jason wasn’t interested in me that way, not yet anyway. So I gave him a bashful wave goodbye when he got in his car, then turned and walked sadly back into the house while he drove away. *** That night, I sat at my computer and stared at Jason. His camera showed him sitting at his computer, clicking his mouse every now and then. The Mimic feature in my hacking software told me what he was doing: looking at my dick pics. Jason was almost naked, wrapped only in a towel. That was what he had been wearing when he sat down at his computer, having just come from the shower. His hair was still wet, curly locks sticking to his forehead. The light was off in his room, so the only illumination came from his computer monitor. His eyes glistened in the flickering light of the screen. They were beautiful. Such a deep blue, drawing me in, making me want to fall into them and never climb out again. There were droplets of water on his collarbone, his neck, his chest. I wanted to lick them off. His chest moved slowly as he breathed in and out. “You are so handsome, Jason,” I whispered. Then I laughed at myself, knowing he couldn’t hear me. His mouth was slightly open. His lips were full and I wanted to kiss them, bite them, nibble on them and lick them. He moved the mouse and clicked it, starting up my shower video again. This made the third time he’d watched it so far that night. He leaned back in his chair and reached down, tugging at something. His right arm began moving. I knew what he was doing because I was doing the same thing. I looked down at my throbbing cock and pulled the foreskin down slowly, exposing the bright pink cap. I gathered a bit of saliva in my mouth and allowed it to drip down slowly onto the end. I rubbed the slippery liquid all around, gasping when I felt electric tingles surging through my body. My cock got even harder, pulsing in my fist. I glanced back at the screen. I watched Jason while he watched my video. I moaned when he moaned. I stroked my cock faster when his arm began moving rapidly up and down. He stood up, displaying his thick seven-inch long cock, with his fist sliding up and down the hard shaft as he leaned over the desk. I stood up as well, jerking my thin five-inch cock. If only we were in the same room, doing this for each other … Jason’s hand froze as his cock swelled up and ejected ropes of cum onto his desk. I squeaked and squeezed my cock, sending several thin squirts of watery cum into my palm. Jason sat back down, panting. He leaned down and picked up his towel, then wiped off his desk. I grabbed a handful of tissues and wiped my hand. Jason leaned in and whispered, “You’re beautiful, Kenji. I wish you really were eighteen.” I began crying. “I wish I was too, Jason.” The end of THE LOVE HACKER, Chapter Five. Sigh. The two greatest loves of my life, chess and Jason, and somehow I’m hoping I’ll win them both. Stay tuned to see what happened next.

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