It has been a long time since I've updated this series and I'm really happy I've gotten back to work on it. I have found the binder in which I wrote out this chapter and was finally able to type it up. I've gotten a lot of e-mail about it since the last time I updated and I'm sorry if I've neglected to respond. It wasn't my priority. I've tried to be better at responding lately and will continue to do so. As always, you can e-mail me any questions, comments, critiques, etc at cboyny@gmail.com. I hope this chapter has been worth the wait.
Chapter 8 – Why we whisper in hallways
I awoke to the familiar sound of my alarm clock ringing in my ears. Ugggh. Another day. Truly I lived in paradise. Eh?
I turned the alarm off and flopped out of bed. Groggily, my eyes still closed, I stumbled to my bathroom. I turned on the shower and stood there, my mind blank, while the water warmed. I hopped in and savored the feeling of the hot water running over my body. I let loose a stream of piss and enjoyed the feeling. There are few feelings in the world as good as taking a piss first thing in the morning. I sighed as it washed down the drain and away.
I got out after a couple minutes and dried myself off. I admired myself in the mirror for a minute. I loved the way I looked. I was naturally smooth and twinkish. I could eat whatever I wanted and never gained weight. And the hairlessness, well, let's just say that I liked not having to shave but once a week. I briefly shook myself to make my cock and balls jiggle and giggled to myself.
I walked to the closet and picked out my clothes for the day: black boxer briefs with white penguins on them, skinny jeans, a white graphic tee, and grey converses. Just my style. Just how I rolled.
I grabbed my book bag, headed downstairs, and walked out the door. It was looking to be a meh day. The clouds hung low and grey. It didn't look like it was going to rain, it was just going to be hot and muggy. Yay Florida! I sat down at my usual spot by the end of my driveway and waited for Josh and Casey. I was so paranoid about how they would interact that I heard it the second that Casey opened the door. I looked up as he started walking towards me and our eyes met.
He walked over to where I was sitting and sat down, joining in my wait.
"Finish what you started?" he asked with a laugh.
"Nope," I said brusquely, "You walking in kinda killed the mood."
"Yeah...sorry about that."
"Meh. I'll live. At least it isn't that big of a secret anymore. Fuck everyone else, but it was weird not telling you."
Our beautiful moment of reflection was interrupted.
"Heey..."
Josh fell silent when he saw Casey sitting next to me. He stopped in his tracks, unsure of what to do. He looked like he wanted to run home and pretend to be sick.
"Josh..."
Casey stood up and turned to face him. It was clear from his eyes that he was trying to reassure Josh that he wasn't out to get him.
"...I don't care. I really don't. I couldn't give a fuck if you're gay..."
"I'm not gay!" he shouted.
He looked around to see if anyone outside the three of us heard. But what he didn't notice was the pain on my face. It hurt to hear him say that.
"I- I think I'm bi." He said with less anger and confidence.
"I don't care if you're bi then. I don't care if you fuck toasters."
Josh still looked unsure.
"Just don't hurt Sean. That's all I care about."
I looked at Josh as he looked at me. I saw care in his eyes, the same look I saw last night in my room before it changed to lust. His face softened and I saw a slight smile on his lips.
"I won't."
"Ok. We're good then?"
Josh nodded and Casey smiled.
"I won't say anything to anyone. As far as I'm concerned what you two do to each other is your business."
"Thanks" Josh said meekly.
"Just don't fuck on my bed. I don't need to clean up any cum stains."
Josh turned red but I laughed.
"Yeah. You have enough to clean off already." I quipped as I stood up.
He smirked and I smiled. Josh just kinda stood there a little awkward but feeling better. After a moment he walked the rest of the way over to us. He leaned over and gave me a quick peck on the lips. I swooned.
"Morning" he whispered.
"D'awwwwwwwww" mewed Casey, mockingly.
"Shut up," I replied, "let's go."
We turned and walked to school. I was happier than I'd felt since Josh had walked in the night before. Things were starting to come together for me in a way I hadn't expected. Josh clearly liked me. Maybe as much as I liked him, maybe not. It was a start either way. I could live with that. And Casey approved of the ... whatever it was that we had together.
We got to school and started to part ways for our classes. I said goodbye to them both and started to walk to first period when I was quickly pulled between two SUVs. I almost died of a heart attack before I realized it was Josh.
"I couldn't let you go without a kiss."
He smiled, looked around, and leaned in. Our lips met and parted. Our tongues met as he pushed his inside my mouth. He caressed mine with his and then, just as soon as he kissed me, he pulled away.
I lingered, my tongue still searching for his between my parted lips. I wanted more. Instead, he squeezed my ass.
"Have a good day Babe."
He walked away and left me shell-shocked. Eventually, the fog having lifted, I started walking to class.
Then it hit me. "Babe". He'd called me babe. Holy fuck. Was this the start of something more? Were we actually together? Oh gods! So many questions that I needed to know the answers to. I actually had to remind myself to stop thinking and just breathe. In...Out...In...Out. Jesus, this was going to be a long day. Actually, that was kind par for the course lately.
I ended up coasting through my morning classes. Nothing too difficult in one and a sub in the other. What a joke. It really didn't matter though, I could barely pay attention with all the thoughts running through my head.
Lunchtime!
I bought my lunch: cheese pizza and a salad. Yay healthy choices!? I walked over to the normal and sat down the guys who were already there. Josh and Casey weren't there yet so I just listened and ate while I waited. The conversation was mundane. Nothing they said was interesting to me. Something about the latest school slut and the guys that had fucked her. Straight guys and pussy; I'd never understand the allure.
Casey got there a couple minutes after I did. He quickly noticed Josh's absence and gave me a look as if to ask me if I knew. I didn't. I thought I saw him a couple times during lunch but he was never actually there when I looked back. Just someone else who I hoped would be him. Where was he? Was he ok? Where was my babe?
Lunch was coming to an end. I needed to get going so I wouldn't be late to my next class. I got up and tossed out my trash. When I walked out of the lunch room I saw Josh. He was standing across the hall waiting for me. What was he up to? He was so hot. I missed him. Why am I as giddy as a schoolgirl?
I walked over to him.
"Where were you?"
"Been thinking... Come with me."
He started walking before I could respond.
"O...K..."
I followed Josh as he walked to the science building and went inside. Science classes were, for whatever reason, mostly in the morning, so the building was practically abandoned. He walked up the stairs and led me to the rarely used bathroom at the back of the second floor. He pulled the door open for me and I walked in.
He pushed me against the wall in a matter of seconds. He kissed me, his lips tight against mine. I kissed back, pushing forward. My heart started racing and I started to get hard. This boy was going to give me a heart attack or something.
"I missed you." He whispered sweetly.
My heart skipped a beat...This boy was certainly going to be the death of me...
I opened my mouth to speak but he silenced me. He took a couple steps back.
"Let me say something."
Serious business I guess. He looked at the ground.
"I don't care that Casey knows. It just bothered me when I thought you'd told him. I thought you'd told him even though I asked you not to."
Where was this going? This was going really fast. Not that I minded.
He took a breath and looked me in the eyes.
"I like you. I like you and that scares me."
He looked like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders after saying that.
"I like you too." I replied.
My reply was completely unnecessary. I hoped. If he didn't know that he was an idiot.
"I know. I know you do and it makes me happy. But I don't know what this means... I don't want to be gay."
It hurt a little bit to hear him say that.
"I don't want people to know that I like guys."
I took a breath while I processed that.
"So I'll be your little secret. Your best kept secret. And we'll go slow. Nobody has to know."
He smiled half-heartedly.
"You're ok with that? I don't want to hurt you."
"I know. We'll figure it out."
He sighed. I walked the three steps to him and hugged him. The smell of cologne filled my nose and I breathed it in, savoring it. I separated from him and looked up to me his eyes.
"I'm willing to make it work if you are."
He kissed me and steered me towards the handicap stall. It was like I was putty in his arms. I knew what he wanted. On school grounds? Naughty boy. My dick started to harden in my pants as I thought of what was about to happen.
"What are you doing?" I asked coyly.
"Trying to finish what we started last night before your chaperone so rudely interrupted us."
Lol. My chaperone?
We entered the stall and he locked the door behind us. He forced me back against the wall, a predatory look in his eyes. He kissed me again, a long, passion kiss. His tongue entered my mouth and I sought it out with my own. I couldn't help but moan into his mouth as my cock became rock hard in my jeans. The fabric holding me in painfully.
He reached down between us and grabbed my cock. His hand felt amazing through my jeans. He rubbed me roughly, causing my knees to weaken and another moan to escape my lips.
"Someone's hard."
"No shit Sher-mmmm"
I leaned in to kiss him but he was already sliding down my body until he was on his knees. This god of a surfer guy was on his knees in front of me, staring at my crotch.
My cock bulged in my jeans, pushing out the fabric of the too-tight pants. He rubbed it again and I felt it twitch. I knew it had to be leaking precum through my trunks I was so hard.
"What to do about this?" he mused to himself
I could only watch as he brought his second hand up and unbuckled my belt. My breath was rapid; my heart was pounding. I could feel my cock push against his hand through my jeans with each beat of my heart pushing blood up the shaft. It was fighting to be free.
My belt undone, he moved to my zipper. I wanted this so bad and he was undoing my zipper tantalizingly slow. I hadn't cum in more than 24 hours. How the hell was a teen boy supposed to last so long? My balls felt heavy with cum. He slowly pulled my zipper down. It seemed like forever before he had enough slack to pull my pants down to my knees.
I was there in my underwear, my cock fighting valiantly but in vain to escape from the confines of my trunks. Precum leaked from the slit, making a wet spot that served as a guide to anyone oblivious enough to not notice where the head of my cock was. Josh was not one of those people. He grabbed my shaft through my underwear and stroked up towards the head.
"Fuck!"
He looked up at me with a slutty look in his eyes.
"You like that? You like me playing with your cock?"
"M'hmm"
He gave me a sexy grin and then turned back to my crotch. His hand moved to the head of my cock and he rubbed the underside through my underwear. He put his thumb in his mouth and tasted a hint of my precum.
"Mmmm."
Next thing I knew, he'd pulled the waistband of my underwear down. My cock popped free and bounced up for a second before his hand wrapped around it. He stroked me again. On the upward stroke a drop of precum appeared, glistening from the slit in the already wet head.
He put out his tongue and licked the drop off. His tongue made contact with the skin of my shaft and worked its way up, collecting my precum and sending shivers down my spine along the way. He paused to savor the flavor but I needed this too badly. My cock ached with the desire to be in his mouth and shoot down his throat.
I put my hand on the back of his head and started pulling him towards my crotch. He didn't resist and opened his mouth to allow me to enter. As soon as the head was inside he closed his lips around the shaft. I sighed as the lips encompassed my head and the warmth of his mouth surrounded the sensitive head.
"God. So fucking good."
I looked down at Josh as his lips slowly slid down my shaft. It was only a matter of seconds before my cock was buried in his throat with his nose in my pubes. His throat was so fucking tight. I loved the feeling of his throat squeezing my cock, trying to milk me of my cum.
Josh moved back up my cock to suck on the head. His tongue gently caressed the head before he slid back down my pole. He was way too good at this. He had to be a dick-sucking savant. He tightened his lips around my shaft and sucked harder. On each upward movement he would swirl his tongue around the head of my cock before going back down all the way. He really wanted my cum and I was going to give it to him.
I knew from the get-go that I wasn't going to last long. Josh was going to town on my dick, slurping on my hard rod like he was competing. I hadn't cum in so long. I felt the need in my balls.
"You're sooo good at that."
He looked up at me, my cock in his mouth and sucked me in the most amazing way. His tongue flicked the underside of my cock as his eyes stared into my soul. I could see his hunger for me and a pure joy in them. I loved knowing that he craved me and loved what he was doing to me.
I began to thrust, gently at first, but harder and harder, as I pulled his head into me. I wanted all of my cock inside him. I impaled his throat with my cock over and over.
"Fuck yeah! Suck my dick!" I growled.
It was like a switched had been flicked inside of me. So far I had been this unsure, submissive boy to his assertive, dominant man. The roles were reversed now; I was in charge, and it was fucking hot. I really started to face fuck Josh. Spit was dripping down his chin and would splatter each time my balls slapped it.
With each thrust in and out I could feel his lips caress every part of my cock. The ridge of my glans tingled each time they pulled past his lips. I felt so fucking hard, I thought the veins on my shaft would burst.
"Like that?" I asked rhetorically, "Yeah. You love that cock in your mouth."
I knew I was getting close. My cock was swelling and getting harder. Every sensation was magnified ten-fold. Josh had to know that I was close too, but he kept going. I wanted to feed him my load. He was going to get his warm reward soon.
"I'm getting close" I moaned.
The only hint that Josh heard me was a quickening of his pace as he redoubled his efforts with his tongue. I was hard as iron. I could have broken a slab of marble by hitting it with my cock. In his mouth, Josh massaged the underside of my glans with his tongue over and over. I whimpered.
My balls were tight against my body as I felt the sensation of my cum rising up the shaft of my cock.
"Oh fuck!" I shouted as Josh brought me past the point of no return.
I gasped and my hips jerked forward as the first shot of my sperm launched from my cock and plastered the back of his throat in warm, creamy goodness. He backed up so just the head of my cock was in his mouth, his tongue never ceasing its motions on the underside of my head. He used his hand to jack off the rest of my cock.
The second spurt covered his tongue in a powerful gush. Each subsequent shot followed suit and made sure he had a hearty snack of my load. My hips jerked in short thrusts and I mewed with each pulse of my still rock-hard cock.
"Jesus." I gasped as I came down off of my orgasmic high.
Josh kept jerking and sucking my cock, milking it for every last drop of my precious seed. When the last of it had leaked out, my cock had noticeably softened, and I was thoroughly out of breath, Josh released me. He looked up at me and opened his mouth, showing me the white load within.
"Swallow it," I gasped.
I watched as he made a show of exaggeratedly swallowing my cum. Just seconds before I had seen it coating his tongue. Now it was down inside him, a part of me deep within him. That would never get old, I thought.
"Delicious."
He grinned up at me, a devilish glint in his eyes.
A single drop of cum oozed, slowly from my piss slit and he leaned in to lick the pearly drop up. I was already mostly soft but I still moaned at the sensation.
He stood up and made to kiss me. The droplet of my cum was still on the tip of his tongue. I savored my own taste as we joined tongues. The whole of his mouth tasted of my essence. I did taste good. His lips pressed to mine. I could feel his hardness in his pants and wished I had the time to make him cum in return, but I knew we'd be late soon. I didn't want to be late for class.
I broke the kiss and awkwardly pulled my underwear and pants up. I glanced at hi.
"Uh... We should probably get going soon or we'll be late for class."
"Dude, the late bell rang like five minutes ago. You didn't hear it? You must really love having your dick in my mouth."
Cocky little bastard. He wasn't wrong though. He chuckled.
Oh fuck. I hated being late for anything. I scrambled to pull my pants straight and wrinkle-free before fastening my belt.
I cupped Josh's hard cock through his cargo shorts. I could feel with his warm, thick cock throbbing.
"Mine."
"All yours."
I knew he wanted me to suck him off here and now, but I was already late for class. I squeezed him lightly.
"Later."
He looked disappointed, his eyes begging me to service him.
"Later," I repeated, "And you better not cum without me. I want that cum."
He grinned.
"Fiiiinnnnne. If you really want it."
"I do. So much. But we have to get to class."
I gave him a peck on his lips, left the cubicle, and went to class. My cock was still damp in my pants and my I was on cloud nine.
End: Chapter 8.