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Things changed a lot after that. On Monday, as I returned to school, walked into the classroom, and heard the usual general chatter, I felt relatively normal. I chatted with my friends, did my best on the pending exams, and turned in the assignments I had left. During lunchtime, I went down to the cafeteria with my friends, talking about sports when I bumped into Adrien at the bottom of the stairs.
"Hey there," he said, smiling from ear to ear.
"Hello, Adrien. How are you? It's great to see you," I replied, feeling, for the first time in a long while, butterflies in my stomach.
"I'm good, you know, somewhat tired but good."
"I'm glad to hear that. Will we be studying together this afternoon again?"
"I don't think I'll be able to study with you this week, Danny. I'm really sorry. I have to help my dad with some work after school, and I won't be home," he said, visibly disappointed. I was disappointed too, and it showed in my voice.
"Oh, that's too bad... but I understand. If you must do it, it's better to help your dad," I replied, holding back. All I could think about was Adrien fucking me again since the previous Saturday. My mind revolved around that, feeling his hips against my skin, his thighs against mine, his heavy breathing on my neck, and his fingers on my skin, dominating me. Everything revolved around those actions and the ones we could create next, and now I had to wait not for a day or two, but a whole week to experience it again. Damn my luck.
"I know, I'm sorry. But I hope we'll still see each other soon," Adrien replied, making circles with his foot, looking at the floor.
"I hope so too, really."
We said goodbye, he went up the stairs, and I turned back to my friends, who were staring at me with wide eyes.
"What the hell was that, Danny?" one of them asked.
"What was what?"
"That!" and pointed at the stairs "One, why are you talking to an idiot like that? And two, what's the deal with talking to him as if he were... your superior or your boss and going to his house to study?"
"Oh, you're sensitive because nobody cares about you. It's alright. Let's just eat already. Get me something to drink because thanks to me, we're going to win the playoffs in the coming weeks."
"Oh yeah, especially after you missed months of training."
"It wasn't too long, and it won't cost me much to catch up. You know it, and the coach knows it."
I barely escaped that interrogation, but I knew it was just the beginning, so I would have to think about how to avoid my friends asking me more about it the next time I ran into Adrien. However, for the moment, my mind was elsewhere: How could I last a whole week without Adrien grabbing me fucking me like his girl?
I spent the entire day going overthinking. No matter how much I wanted to focus on something else, my mind kept returning to Adrien, and the fact that I wouldn't see him until the following week filled me with annoyance and anger. I was in a bad mood for the rest of the day, and as soon as soccer practice ended, I went home without waiting for any of my friends. At home I talked to my parents as little as possible and went to bed well before my usual time and even though I jerked off before going to sleep, remembering how Adrien grabbed my neck while he fucked me, that didn't give me enough pleasure that I was looking for.
The next day, at lunchtime, I was with Amy, one of the girls I was seeing, and with whom a relationship was forming... well, that was before the previous Friday. We were under one of the trees in the school's courtyard; I was leaning against the trunk and the grass, and she was on my lap. Her hand was roaming up and down my abs as she talked about her family problems and how fed up she was with school. At first, I was paying attention, but after fifteen minutes of endless complaints, my brain started to dissociate as I watched the sun's rays penetrating through the leaves.
"Hello, Danny," a voice said next to us. My eyes lit up with joy when I saw Adrien. "Sorry to interrupt."
"Who is this?" Amy asked disdainfully without getting up from my lap.
"A friend of mine," I said, getting up and moving away from her. I carefully placed her body on the grass and walked toward Adrien, ignoring Amy's complaints behind me. "How are you, Adrien? How's everything going?"
"Everything's going very well, but I wanted to apologize. I know, well, you were expecting to study this week, and last night I was thinking that I should have given it more importance... and, I don't know, I feel a bit guilty. I don't want you to be mad at me or think poorly of me, I would feel very sorry if you came to hate me. I would feel very, very sad," he said with a barely-there voice. The anguish was latent in his voice.
"Don't worry, it's really... fine. I mean of course I'd love to study this week, I don't want to fail any subject again" I winked an eye to him "but if you have things to do I don't want to distract you or be a burden. Quite the opposite" the doublespeak we were using was turning me on too much and this was becoming evident in my crotch.
"No, it's not okay. I want to make it up to you for that time. I was thinking, well, I don't know, maybe we could be in the library, and there we could study a bit. I know a place that might suit both of us," his eyes turned towards the school's main building. "Do you want me to show it to you? I think we still have time."
"Sure, I'd love to, just let me say goodbye to..." I turned right, then left, but Amy was nowhere to be found. I didn't hear her leave. "Oh well, let's go".
Walking together, our differences were more prominent and obvious. I was a head taller and much more muscular and athletic than he was. It was funny to think that those skinny arms had spanked me in a way that made me moan and scream with pleasure. I shuddered at the memory, but being surrounded by so many people, I didn't want to attract attention.
We left the hot day behind us and entered the main building, where the air conditioning welcomed us. We walked through the school hallways, talking about trivial things like upcoming diving and swimming competitions, holidays, upcoming video games, and homework. I could barely pay attention, and I'm sure he felt the same way.
"Look, we could study over here, near the window," Adrien said once we entered the library. It was a small one-person desk, squeezed between bookshelves and against a wall with a window overlooking the schoolyard. The place was somewhat hidden because it was far from the library's main aisles and you could tell if someone was approaching. "This is where I usually come to study or hang out during breaks. Hardly anyone comes here, and it always..."
I didn't let him finish. I sat him on the desk and started kissing him, first on his lips, then his neck, then his chest. I pulled down his school shirt so I had more places to kiss him, to suck on his nipples, to inhale his scent, that scent that made me like a crazed bull and released my most hidden urges. Oh, how I loved his scent.
His tongue sought mine, between his kisses I felt him put it in my mouth, in my neck, in my ear. It didn't take me long to feel completely wet by him, however, the wettest place at that moment was my crotch, which hadn't stopped producing precum since I saw him under the shade of the tree a while ago. As we kissed, the question of how I had become so submissive and dependent flew over my head, and rather than intrigue or disappointment what it caused me was pleasure. I mean, the most popular, sporty and attractive boy in school was the bitch of an unpopular, slim and even somewhat feminine lower grade boy. The mere thought caused a hurricane of feelings in my stomach, churning inside me like a gallon of burning gasoline.
"Suck me, now," said Adrien in an authoritative voice that I had never heard before and that turned me on even more.
"Yes, yes, right away," I said in a trembling voice and got on my knees immediately.
I unbuttoned his pants and belt as fast as I could, he was wearing red briefs which I began to lick, feeling the outline of his erection with my tongue. The fabric was soaked, he was also producing large amounts of precum which I immediately began to suck and swallow, feeling a salty taste all over my mouth. My saliva further soaked his briefs.
After a while like that, I was brave enough to pull down the elastic of his underwear. My heart was pounding in my chest like a jackhammer and I could hear it in my ears. There it was again, his huge dick. I put it over my face so I could smell it and realized it measured the same or more than my whole face and it was quite heavy. It smelled like a man and it made me so horny I was about to cum. I grabbed it with both hands and directed it into my mouth, feeling it go in inch by inch, until it filled me completely, but I didn't stop. I continued little by little, sliding his dick down my throat, making it go even deeper than the first time I sucked it.
Once it was all the way in, blocking my breath and engulfing my throat, I began to slowly pump it in and out. It was like a revolver being put in and taken out of a holster. Slowly my throat began to open and I found the right rhythm so I could breathe between thrusts.
My eyes became wet with tears, through which I tried to see that no one was coming down the hall. We made as little noise as possible, but in my head I could hear everything amplified a thousand times: his muffled moans, his hand stroking his nipple, his other hand pushing my head against his crotch, my saliva dripping down his dick.
The bell rang then. I heard it far away, as if I were in a dream and that was the alarm meant to wake me up. I didn't know what to do, whether to stop and get up or continue or do it faster. Luckily Adrien gave me no choice. He continued to ram my mouth and press my head against his crotch undeterred by the bell. I didn't know if he heard it or not, but I couldn't say anything given the situation I was in.
At one point he stopped ramming me and stayed inside, slowly pushing as far as he could his dick into my throat, going all the way in. My nose rested on his white skin and I heard his racing pulse pounding in his veins, then a small elongated moan came out of his mouth. Then I felt it, felt his cum sliding down my throat without even touching my tongue, traveling straight into me. It was an impressive amount, too much. I had to stay in that position for two minutes straight waiting for him to finish cumming in me. When he was done he released my head, pulled his dick out of my mouth and smiled before wiping it on my face and uniform as we looked into each other's eyes. I was going to be smelling his cum all day.
I sat up, we got dressed as fast as we could. Adrien looked shaky and I had a huge erection between my legs that barely let me walk.
"I couldn't finish this time," I told him as we left the library.
"And that's fine, as long as I finish, you should feel satisfied," he replied in his little voice as his blond hair fluttered with every step.
"I think... you're right," I said without knowing why.
We said a quick goodbye on the stairs with a simple fist bump and a wink from me. I ran to my classroom whose door was about to close. I managed to get in before the latch clicked.
"Wow Dany, one more second and you were left out, what agility and what luck," said the teacher with a smile." Go to your place, and wipe off your sweat.
"Thank you, teacher.
That wasn't really my sweat, it was Adrien's, mixed with his cum and my saliva. So, during class, while everyone was taking notes and being distracted, I began to discreetly bring each drop to my tongue. Then I felt my legs contract and my body tighten, and suddenly my eyes blurred, and my teeth clenched.
I came in my pants just from tasting Adrien's cum surrounded by my classmates who were deep in their notebooks.