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The Food Court
By
Butters2020
i
We first started hanging out in fifth grade. Five years ago. We were all in Miss Martin's class. It was Josie who started the game which is shocking when you think about it. She was so sweet and innocent.
We thought she was a junior nun. If anyone were going to come up with Glue Tag, we thought it would be Eddie
or Andrew or even Robyn, but never Josie. But the fact is it was her idea.
Glue Tag was simple enough. Whoever was IT, their hand was glued to their crotch. They had to keep it there, no matter what they were doing--sharpening their pencil, going to the blackboard, anything. The only way to release your hand was to tag someone else's crotch. Or tit. Whatever you tagged, that person's hand was then glued to the body part you just tagged. It was basically an excuse to touch a girl's snatch or titty, and for the girls to grab our dicks and balls. Or for one of the guys to go all homo and grab one of the other guys' junk, which was always good for a laugh. It was amazing that Miss Martin never once caught us grabbing each other, but she often averted her eyes when she saw us with our hands glued to our dicks or the girls with their hands glued to their boobs or their pussies.
We outgrew Glue Tag by the time we entered middle school but the glue that cemented our friendship was set for life: Eddie, Andrew, Josie, Robyn, Gary, and me. I'm Jack, by the way. All of us were in the same classes in Eisenhower Middle School in sixth grade.
Maybe because our friendship formed over grabbing each other's genitals, but we were always open about things that most guys and girls our age wouldn't share across gender lines. When Robyn and Josie got their first periods the guys knew about it. Eddie announced his first wet dream at lunch, not to gross out the girls, but because he was freaked out by it. It wasn't the experience he'd been led to believe in health class. Andrew and Gary hadn't had one yet, though Gary admitted he was jacking off. Then Robyn said she also masturbated. All of which led to some interesting lunchroom conversation.
It also led to some experimentation when I got home from school that day. I'd already had my first wet dream but had kept it to myself. I wasn't ashamed of the nocturnal emission but the accompanying dream. I'd go to my grave without telling anyone about that. But Gary's admission led to some experimenting as soon as I got home.
It never occurred to me that I could have those emissions while I was awake, or that I didn't have to wait on my body to create them spontaneously. Thanks to Gary, when I got home, I grabbed my little three-inch boner and started diddling. I soon got the hang of it and in no time had one helluva satisfying orgasm, squirting my boy jizz all over my belly.
Well, it was physically satisfying. Jacking off caused me a lot of emotional anguish. Just because our little group was tight didn't mean we did everything together. Andrew and Gary were best friends and often hung out together. The girls sometimes did stuff on their own. Eddie and I sometimes hung out together and sometimes it was all four of us guys. I knew that Eddie and Gary both thought about Josie when they jacked off. Andrew had a thing for some chick who had a new Tik-Tok video every ten minutes.
I didn't think of Josie, or Robyn, or Tik-Tok sluts, or any girls at all.
I thought of Tom Holland and Harry Potter. And that was something I did NOT discuss with the others, who, like everyone else at school, thought queers and fags were either something to joke about or something to make fun of.
In seventh grade We lost Gary to the gifted class. We only saw him now and then. He had new friends in his brainiac class but even so, he still hung out with us when we went to the movies and laser tag, but soon he started having other plans when we went out. It wasn't anything drastic, he just kind of faded away. I don't think we even noticed it. One day we were six, and then we were five.
And now, in tenth grade, the five of us are still a thing.
It's funny how some things change, and some things stay the same. We're in Eisenhower high school instead of Eisenhower middle school. We still all go to the movies and play laser tag together. But Eddie has shot up to almost six feet tall. None of us are little fifth grade twerps anymore, but none of the rest of us are anywhere close to six feet tall. Josie, sweet little Josie has a rack on her that won't quit. I've replaced Gary as Andrew's best friend.
I no longer think of Harry Potter when I jack off. Tom Holland might still make an appearance in my fantasies now and then. But mostly I think of Andrew. Which kills me because it's clear that Andrew thinks of Robyn. He's been lusting after her for months now. It's hard enough being gay in the Bible belt. But being in love with your straight best friend is torture.
I've been dealing with it for two years, so I'm used to it.
We all went to Eddie's house Saturday night. His Mom was on a date, so we had the place to ourselves. We ordered a couple of pizzas and then took turns playing Talladega on Xbox. The pizza was long gone, and I was on the couch with Andrew and Robyn. She was cheering us both on while we played. Eddie and Josie were both in the recliner next to the couch. Josie was going to play the winner.
The lights went out. I looked over to the switch and Eddie was there. Usually lights out meant heavy conversation was on the way. "Should we stop playing?" I asked.
"No, go ahead," Eddie said. "I'm getting a headache and the light was hurting my eyes." I went back to the game but after a minute realized I was the only one playing. Andrew's car wasn't moving. I didn't hear him cussing his controller. I turned to see what he was doing.
He and Robyn were all over each other. Lips locked, her hands running through his black curly hair, his hands running down her back. I knew I shouldn't stare at them like some creeper but a part of me was just plain shocked. How long has this been going on? I was happy for Andrew, who had been wanting this for six months, but it was a kick in the gut. I'd been wanting him for a helluva lot longer than half a year. And I was angry. I mean, wtf, rude much? You're not on a damn date, we're all at Eddie's house, hanging out as a GROUP. Hello? Have some respect for your friends.
I looked over to Eddie and Josie to see if they'd noticed the make-out session taking place next to me, and Ifelt like the world's most clueless asshole. Why was I even invited tonight? Eddie and Josie were having their own private session in the recliner, trying to prove that Andrew and Robyn were a couple of amateurs. Eddie's hand was up Josie's blouse, and they were both moaning softly.
I didn't know what to do. Was this their plan the whole time? A double date? For five years we'd been a group. All for one and one for all. I'd never been excluded, but I'd much rather they'd just had this party without me than treat me like this. I turned back to the game and switched it to single player mode and hit reset feeling like a loser.
Robyn shifted on the couch, causing Andrew to bump into me. Fuck this. Fuck them. If they want to date, fine, but inviting me over and rubbing my face in it, groping each other for me to watch while I play video games, is just mean. Fuck them. I left.
ii
The next day was Sunday. Usually some or all of us would hang out. I'm pretty sure "some" of us were hanging out, but for the first time I wasn't included. Whatever. I wasn't used to being on my own. I was going to just stay home but my mom asked when the gang was coming over, since I hadn't asked for a ride to meet them anywhere. I didn't feel like explaining so I said, "We're meeting at the mall at eleven.
I was just about to ask if you could drop me off." I could see a movie or hang out at the food court or the Adam and Eve shop until they threw me out.
I started at the food court. I got some fake Chinese food from Panda Express and sat down at a table for one. I don't think I ever sat at a table for one before. The good thing about eating alone is I didn't have to pay attention to the person I was eating with, and I was free to check out the other people at the food court, as long as they didn't catch me checking them out. I should have worn my shades so no one could see where I was looking.
Like that super-hot guy with his wife and the baby stroller. Damn. I'd have your babies, mister.
Or the three guys who looked about my age over by Pizza By The Slice. One of them isn't all that, but the other two-- Nice! I'd let either one of them have my pepperoni.
It sucks being gay in Alabama. I can't wait to get out of here. When I go to college the first thing I'm going to do is find a boyfriend. I just hope he's not from New York or San Francisco or someplace where's had a million boyfriends in high school and lots of practice. Andrew and Eddie and Robyn and Josie get to practice and learn with each other, and then when they break up, they'll practice with whoever they hook p with next. I got nothing. I guess I could date a girl, to learn how to kiss, but what if she wanted to do more? I don't even know if I could get it up.
Suddenly it was last night all over again. Across the food court, by the Philly Cheesesteak shop I saw Eddie & Josie and Andrew and Robyn, each couple holding hands, walking past the cheesesteak place heading right toward Panda Express. Shit. I desperately looked around for an escape.
I didn't want them to see me here alone, looking pitiful, but there was only way out of the food court and it meant walking right by them.
I got up, leaving half of my food uneaten, and ran for the restrooms between Panda Express and Pizza By The Slice. I went into the first empty stall and just stood there for a few seconds, catching my breath, before I realized I was still trapped. As long as they were in the food court, I couldn't leave, and I had no idea how long they'd be out there. Maybe there were just getting a Jungle Juice on their way to the movies and they were already gone. Maybe they got a pizza and were going to be there for an hour.
I sighed and pulled down my jeans and boxer briefs and turned around to pull one of the paper toilet shields from the dispenser only to see it was empty. Shit. I put some toilet paper on the toilet seat and sat down to wait.
With nothing else to do I looked at the pictures people had drawn on the door of the stall and read the graffiti. The usual crude drawings of dicks and pussies, some racist bullshit, and some phone numbers with promises of blowjobs if you called or texted the numbers. I'm sure 99% of them were fake, some asshole pranking someone. Someone had written, "Tap foot for BJ" which made even less sense. I thought it was "click heals three times" to go home, which is what I really needed right now. I turned my attention to the drawings and graffiti on my left which was just more of the same. I noticed that there was a tiny hole on the wall on my left, like someone had pounded a nail thru the wall. It was smaller than the peephole in our front door and not at eye level if you were standing up, but definitely at level for someone sitting on the toilet. If anyone tried to peep into the stall, they'd have to bend over. Even then they'd only see the person's head,unless the person inside was standing up.
Then I realized that the person inside the stall could see more by peeping out than someone outside the stall could see by peeping in. I put my eye against the hole and had a perfect view of the first couple of urinals in the bathroom. And if someone were pissing at one of them, unless he was pushed up right against them, I'd be able to see his dick while he peed. At least I won't be totally bored while I waited for my so-called friends to leave the food court.
As long as someone came in to piss.
And stood in the right position.
And he wasn't super old. Or fat. Or ugly.
I still had my eye up against the hole on my left when I heard the cough from the stall next to me, on my right. I'd forgotten it was occupied when I came in. I sat up straight on the toilet and concentrated on just being a normal person in the john, ignoring the guy in the other stall. I heard the door to the bathroom open and someone walked over to the urinals.
I couldn't help it. I put my eye to the hole in the stall to watch. I recognized the shorts of one of the three guys I'd been lusting after in front of the pizza place. He pulled his shorts down in front of his cock and balls and held his shorts, not bothering to grab his dick, which hung limply in front of a nice pair of balls. He pushed his hips forward and a stream of urine flowed from the end of his penis. When he was done pissing, he raised the waistband of his shorts until it caught his balls and then used his shorts to bounce his balls and dick up and down, shaking off any stray drops before pulling them up. He hadn't touched his dick once. I would have gladly held it for him.
He left without washing his hands, but really, was there any reason to? I sat up straight on the toilet again and for the first time looked at the right side of the stall. That's when I saw the other hole, much larger than the peephole. It was a good two, or two and a half inches in diameter, at least. I could see the other person's knee through the hole. I guess he could see mine, assuming he bothered to look. I wondered if he could tell I'd leaned over to look through the peephole at that kid's cock. If he could, then he knows I'm gay. Is he going to kick my ass? That would be the perfect ending to the last twenty-four hours.
I started to sweat and felt my stomach drop. The bathroom was no longer safe. I couldn't stay here. But I couldn't leave, either, not if my . . . my what? Friends? Are still out there. Which is the lesser of two evils, staying or going?
Tap.
Did this dude just tap his foot? Was the the same graffiti in his stall that was in mine? Like "tap foot for BJ?" I peered in the hole and still saw just his knee. I leaned forward. My view changed from his knee to his thigh and then to a hand that was stroking a very hard cock.
I sat back on the toilet and stared at the ceiling, breathing hard. How many times have we sat out there, fifty feet away, eating pizza or Philly cheese steaks or egg rolls, laughing and talking and cutting up? Were people jacking off and tapping for blowjobs in here the whole time? I've come in here to piss four or five times in the last year. Did someone look at my dick thru the little peephole? Were they jacking off while I was peeing? Were they sucking a dick? Or getting sucked? And I never knew!
Or was this hole only added to the stall an hour ago? I'd never been in the stall before today.
Tap.
I could hear him jacking it now. You know that sound. Fap fap fap. It was making me hard. If he leaned forward the way I had, he'd see my hardon. A finger appeared through the hole, then was withdrawn. What did that mean? What did he want? The finger came back, and this time curled as if beckoning me.
I'd never kissed anyone. Never made out. Had Robyn ever sucked Andrew's cock? I thought about sucking him when I jacked off. And thought about him sucking me. Has he had a blowjob? He's certainly done other shit that I haven't done, but has he done that?
Tap.
I stood up.
A hoarse whisper came from through the hole. "Stick it in."
I aimed my cock at the hole and took a half step forward, feeding my cock through it. Almost at once it was enveloped by a hot, moist mouth. "Ohmygod!" I said out loud. I had no idea it would feel this good. I should have been worried about HIV or herpes or who knows what else but all I could think of was how good this felt. It was awkward keeping my body shoved against the wall of the stall. I grabbed the top of the stall wall and held on. I lasted all of two minutes which is 90 seconds longer than I thought I would. "I'm cumming!" I warned the stranger on the other side of the hole. He never slowed down, and I unloaded five spurts of teen jizz into his mouth. When it became too much I pulled back.
My dick was shiny with spit. I suddenly felt dirty. I imagined thousands of germs and virus crawling all over my cock. I pulled several sheets of toilet paper from the roll and wiped my dick.
The stranger's dick appeared in the hole. It was huge, at least two inches longer than my five inches. I know I owed him, but I felt sick. I pulled up my boxers and pants and ran out, leaving his cock poking through the hole. Fortunately, I didn't see Andrew, Eddie, Josie and Robyn anywhere in the food court. I didn't bother calling my mom for a ride but walked home.
For the first two miles I swore I'd never do anything like that again.
The rest of the way home I was planning my next visit.
iii
I got several tweets the next day.
ANDYPANDY: SORRY ABOUT SATURDAY NIGHT
EDWARDOFTHECOURT: yo bro, we cool?
JOJO123: don't be mad okay? We're really sorry
Yeah sure, whatever. They were a day late. One person hadn't bothered to apologize. Two, if you count Eddie's non apology. And things were different between us now and I didn't want them to be. Andrew was my best friend. The others were my next to best friends. I'm going to miss them. I sent the same reply to all the tweets: NP and then left for school.
Things were weird in Geometry. They tried to act like everything was normal, but they were trying too hard. I just focused on the lesson. By lunchtime things were almost back to normal. Almost.
Andrew said, "Jack, we're going to Eddie's after school."
"I can't make it." Part of me didn't want a repeat of Saturday night and part of me wanted to go back to the restroom at the food court.
"It's just for a little bit," Josie said. My sister is coming over with her baby and I have to be home by 3:30."
"Sorry," I said. Andrew gave me a hurt look, which made feel bad for half a second. Robyn looked bored. She laced her fingers into Andrew's hand, and he seemed to get over his disappointment.
Walking to the mall after school I found myself wishing I was sixteen instead of fifteen. A driver's license would really come in handy. But damned if was going to ride a bike like some little kid. I wondered how much Uber would cost. It was nearly half past three when I got there, and I was sweaty as hell. I stopped by Jungle Juice to get an Orange Guava and downed it on the way to the restrooms.
ARGH. Brain freeze.
When I got to the bathroom the stall closest to the door was occupied but the one next to the urinals was free. I swear I smelled fresh cum in the air, but it could have been my imagination. I was already hard before I had the door locked and my pants pulled down. I didn't bother covering the toilet seat. I leaned forward to see if the guy in the other stall was hard.
Ew. He was, but it was some dude with a big ol' beer belly. Just my luck to get some Bubba. It nearly wilted my boner, but only nearly. Bubba must have noticed me looking because he got up without tapping his foot or waiting for me to tap mine and shoved his dick through the hole. He wasn't as big as the guy from the other day. Well, I take that back; it wasn't as long as the dick from the other day, but it was bigger around.
What the hell, I had to practice on someone, it might be as well be this guy. I reached out and grabbed his fat dick which was only as long as mine. It felt hot in my hand. I couldn't see his fat belly, just his dick and that helped. He had a big mushroom head. I ran my hand up and down his shaft, not really jacking him, just feeling it. My first dick. It kinda flared when I felt him up.
"C'mon, faggot. Suck it." He growled. Faggot? What the hell does that make you, Bubba? For a second, I wished I had a ruler. Not to measure him. I wanted to slap his cock with it for calling me a faggot.
But after all, what did I come her for? I put my face up to his cock and I have to admit when the smell hit me it made me even harder. I gave it a tentative lick before sucking it into my mouth.
"Ow! Watch the teeth!"
"Sowwy," I said around his dick. I'm sure it was the worst blow job he ever had. Despite my best efforts I still grazed his cock with my teeth a couple times, and I didn't use my tongue as much as I could have. I also could have used my hands more. I tried to remember all the things that were done to me yesterday when I was sucked, and repeat them on this guy but all I could think was, I'm doing it. I'm sucking a cock. And it wasn't at all how I always imagined it would be, or who I imagined it would be.
And then without warning my mouth was full of cum. Yesterday I told the guy I was cumming. I gave him a chance to pull off if he wanted to. This jerk just spooged in my mouth without any heads up at all. I jerked my head off his cock which was still spitting cum onto the floor. I couldn't help it, I was gagging and doing my best not to puke. I don't know, maybe if I'd been ready for it, I wouldn't have reacted that way. Or maybe I would have. I've tasted my precum before but never the actual spooge and his was so strong.
I got off the toilet and turned around and spewed into the bowl. In the stall next to me I heard him laughing. Asshole. He left a minute later. I waited a minute, then pulled up my pants and went to the sink and rinsed out my mouth. Then I went right back to the stall and sat down. After what I went through I damn sure wasn't leaving until I at least got off myself.
Fifteen minutes later, I'd seen a cute dad at the urinal (but he was left-handed, so I saw more fist than dick); a ten- or eleven-year-old with his little hairless dick. He pulled his pants all the way down to his knees to piss; and a couple of twelve- or thirteen-year-olds who came in together. One of them boned up while he was pissing and when he did, he practically shoved his cock into the urinal, trying to hide it from his buddy. Seeing him bone up made me get hard, too, so I was primed when the door to the bathroom opened a couple seconds after the two boys left. Whoever came in went straight to the vacant stall.
I kept my hand over my hard cock just in case the newcomer wasn't here to tap his foot, so to speak. I waited a couple minutes and didn't hear any sounds from next door to indicate the guy was taking a shit, so I took a chance and leaned forward to peek at his crotch.
Now this is what I'm talking about. Not pot-bellied bubba this time. I couldn't see much, but I could see abs--nice, toned abs. And this was no old dude, either. This guy had about as many pubes as I did. I was dying to see his face but the downside of that was he'd see mine. That was NOT going to happen.
But the best part was, he was hard and jacking it. Not fast like he was trying to nut. Slow and easy, just playing with it. He had an inch over me, and his dick was darker. Mine was pink. If this weren't redneck Alabama, I'd think he belonged to a nudist colony. It was like he had a suntanned dick.
He didn't, but it was that color, y'know? He had a nice helmet shaped head. Even though he'd just got here and had only been playing with his dick for a minute or two there was already a bead of precum at the tip.
Up until now I'd always waiting until the other guy initiated contact. But even though I'd seen all of 5% of this guy's body I was in heat. I stuck my finger through the hole like I'd been doing this for years. Even with my finger blocking most of the hole I could see him jump. I'd startled him. I withdrew my hand and waited. I made sure I leaned way back, so that if he peeked through the hole, even if he put his eye up to it, all he'd see is my hardon and belly. No way could he see my face.
But he wasn't interested in checking me out. The only thing that came to the hole was the head of his cock. The drop of precum was a little bigger now. I had to smile. He had two little freckles on the head of his dick, over the piss slit. The freckles and the piss hole with that drop of precum reminded me of the surprise emoji.
:O
Based on the amount of pubes he had, and the lack of hair on his belly (I wondered if he had any on his balls; I didn't) I was still assuming he was my age, which made me hope he was as inexperienced at this as I was. Maybe this was his very first time. I hoped I'd give him something to be surprised about, making his face match the :O look on his dick.
I put my finger on the bead of precum and rubbed it over his dick. He gasped and the rest of his cock slid through the hole. His cock smelled so much better than Bubba's. I grabbed it and stroked it a couple times. He whispered. "Careful. I'm close."
And all I'd done is stroke him twice. I stopped jacking him but maintained my grip. I put my face close to his cock and inhaled. I had to grab my cock with my left hand and give it a couple strokes. The place was wrong. So wrong. But this is closer to what I had dreamed of, even if the person was wrong.
He was a lot closer than Bubba had been.
I stuck out my tongue and licked the precum off his dick. I'd been licking up my own precum since I was thirteen. This guy's tasted almost the same. There was no chance of me gagging this time.
I could have lapped up his precum all day long. I ran my tongue along the root of his dick, up to the helmet shaped head. He gasped again and repeated in a whisper that he was close. I hoped he wasn't too close.
I wanted this to last. I prayed no one would come into the restroom and interrupt us.
I didn't want him to cum without actually getting sucked and if he was as close as he said he was he might go off at any second. As much as I wanted to lick his cock again, I think the whole point of the hole was wham bam thank you Sam, so I went ahead and sucked him into my mouth. Not too far. I didn't want to gag my first time. Bubba was NOT my first time. I was blotting Bubba from my mind.
This was my first time. I jacked the bottom half of his dick while I sucked on the top half, bobbing my head on his cock while I tongued his freckled dick.
It seemed like only ten seconds had passed when he grunted and pulled his dick out. I put my eye to the hole and watched him jacking it furiously. He put his hand in front of it when he shot, catching each blast in his palm. I was jacking my own cock while I watched him. My nut coincided with his third shot. Some of my load landed on the wall of the stall but most ended up on the floor. The stranger next door gave a final shudder, then used his empty hand to pull off a wad of toilet paper. He wiped up his cummy hand with the TP and flushed it away. After he pulled up his pants he whispered, "That was incredible. Thanks." Then he was gone.
I cleaned up the floor and stall with some TP. Was he really my age? Even if he was a year younger or older, I knew there had to be other gay people in this hellhole, but one close to my age in the same city? Maybe even the same neighborhood? Does that mean there might be other gay kids at school? No one talks with a lisp or flits around or has a limp wrist or talks like a sissy.
Yeah, well, neither do I. I tucked my softening dick into my boxers, pulled up my pants and walked home.
iv
Every day the gang told me what the plans were after school. Swimming at Andrew's house or Josie's house; playing X-box in Eddie's basement; or studying at Andrew's or Robyn's. Every day I told them I couldn't make it and went to the food court instead. At first, they just said, Ok and Maybe next time, but now they were starting to get pissed. Especially the guys. No one said anything but I could tell from the way they didn't say anything at all, only looked at me.
I kept hoping the guy with the surprised cock would show up again. I used to think of him as Freckle Dick, but I don't know, that sounded like I was dogging him, and kinda childish. But I definitely surprised him with how that blowjob felt. I just hoped his face was making the same look as that emoji dick and I wanted to be responsible for him making that face again. I wished I could see him make that face. But without him seeing mine.
He haadn't been back, not while I was there, but I'd practiced on two cocks a day and never let without unloading my dick in some guy's mouth. I only wish I'd found that restroom years ago. When the gang said they were gonna hang out at the mall, I agreed to go with them but only because I couldn't take the chance of one of them seeing me going in or out of the restroom. Or even worse, Eddie or Andrew going into the john and seeing the hole and wondering about it and catching me jacking. Or Jesus, catching me tapping.
So, when they wanted to get some Jungle Juice or Pizza By The Slice or hang out at Dave and Busters or whatever, I was down for it. If I'm being honest, it was good hanging with them. I'd missed them. Things were kinda like they used to be.
On Monday we were all at Dave and Busters. We destroyed a monster order of wings. We'd all skipped lunch, knowing we were coming here after school. Some dinky order of queso wasn't going to cut it. Now that the wings were gone, we were dropping tokens in the video games. Andrew and I were taking turns at a new one. He'd just lost his third life and I took his place in front of the controls and dropped two tokens in the slot. While the music played and my avatar came to life, I heard Robyn say to Josie, "What does watching Jack play remind you of?" I froze, waiting to hear Josie's answer, which never came. Robyn said, "C'mon think about it. All they have to do is turn out the lights and we can start making out and it will be just like that night at Eddie's." She laughed.
I stopped playing and turned around. Andrew was glaring at Robyn who was still laughing. Josie and Eddie were looking at me in varying degrees of nervousness. "I gotta go," I said and walked away.
"Jack, wait!" Andrew said.
"Why do you have to be such a bitch?" Josie said to Robyn.
"What? I was just joking," Robyn said.
I turned around. "Jokes are supposed to be funny, not mean," I said. "For your information, everyone else apologized to me for the shitty way y'all treated me. You were the only one who didn't."
"Shitty way we treated you? Us hooking up isn't treating you shitty. I hate to tell you, but the world doesn't revolve around you," Robyn said. "I got nothing to apologize for."
"I don't give a fuck if you're hooking up," I lied. "I give a shit that you invited me to your hookup without telling me that's what it was. Next time you wanna put on a show do it on your webcam like the other internet whores."
"Whoa, dude," Andrew said.
"Screw you!" I shouted, not caring that people were staring. "You couldn't even wait till we finished the stupid game. You're my best friend and you ditched me in the middle of the game to start pawing your girlfriend while you're sitting right next to me on the couch? I'd never dis you that way."
"You'd never have the chance," Robyn spat. "You'd have to have a girlfriend, first."
Eddie was pushing his hands down, trying to calm us. "Everyone, just please shut up. Please."
I took Eddie's advice. Andrew looked like he wanted to say something else, but not in anger. I turned around and headed for the exit again. I was halfway there when Andrew called my name. I kept walking.
v
The next day was bad at school. I sat next to Andrew, Eddie, Robyn and Josie in Geometry and I sat next to three of them in English. None of them spoke to me, though the boys and Josie kept stealing glances at me. Robyn just flat ignored me. It was like the last five years never happened as far she and I were concerned.
The day after that Eddie, always the peacemaker, made it a point to say hello to me. I was polite. I said hello back, but nothing else. There was something between us. We all felt it. I wanted it to go away but didn't know how to get rid of it. I was afraid it would never go away. After the last bell rang at the end of the day Andrew was waiting for me at my locker.
"Jack," he said. I waited but that seemed to be it. Just my name.
I didn't care if I never talked to Robyn again, but I missed the rest of them, especially Andrew. I said, "I'm sorry I called your girlfriend a whore."
"She's not my girlfriend. Not anymore."
Just like that night at Eddie's I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Mostly I was glad, especially if it wasn't her idea. But if she broke up with him, then I felt bad, especially if I was somehow responsible.
"Because of me?"
He shrugged. "Josie was right. She's a bitch. And we were all jerks. We shouldn't have invited you to Eddie's that night. Or we should've waited till later to start...you know."
"It's cool," I said.
"Are we okay?" he asked.
"Who's 'we'? You and me? We'll be okay. Me and Eddie, yeah. Josie, I don't know. Probably.
Robyn and me?" I shrugged. "You and me and Eddie and Josie-- Saturday was a one-time thing, you know? With Robyn, I don't know. I mean me and her go back the same five years the rest of us do, but that shit at Dave and Busters. Rubbing my face in it, gloating over it. This fight has been eating at all of us except her. I don't know if me and her are going to be okay. And if we aren't, what's that gonna do to the rest of the group? How are the five of us still gonna hang out?"
"I don't think we're a five-some anymore, not after I broke up with her." That question's answered at least. "But hey, we survived when we lost Gary, right? We'll get over losing her. Anyway, the rest of us are going swimming at my place. You coming?"
"Thanks, but I can't." I tried to ignore the hurt look in his face. "Next time. I promise."
I couldn't go because I was on my way to the food court. I'd been there yesterday, I went there today, and I'd be back the next day, too. I was turning into an expert cocksucker. I was also getting particular. I no longer sucked any old dick that was put through the hole. Sometimes I didn't even let them get as far as the hole. If I saw some beer belly Bubba when I peeked through the hole, I shoved a wad of toilet paper into the hole. Sorry Bubba, this cocksucker is closed for business. Either jack off or come back later.
Thursday the surprised cock came back, restoring my faith in God. I knew I wasn't the only cocksucker to come to the restroom. I wondered how many times the owner of the freckled penis had been here when I wasn't. Had anyone else given him head? I hoped not. If the answer was yes, I was jealous of whoever had been sucking "my" cock.
I recognized him the minute I saw his pubes and abs, even before I saw the freckles, but I wasn't a hundred percent sure until his cock pushed through the hole. I ran my finger along it just like I did the first time I saw it, and just like before he pushed it the rest of the way through. There was no precum yet and I took it as a challenge to get him to produce some. I grabbed his cock and licked the helmet like a lollipop. I heard him gasp but no warnings that he was close. I sucked just the head into my mouth and ran my tongue over it, slobbering my spit over it, applying suction, while I jacked his cock. I slid it out of my mouth and jacked his cock again and there it was: the drop of precum. I licked it off his cock and then proceeded to blow him in earnest. I hoped he wouldn't pull away this time. I'd gotten good at taking guys' loads and I wanted his.
I felt his dick swell and he whispered, "I'm gonna shoot!" and I sucked harder and jacked him faster, hoping he knew that meant to stay where he was. The first squirt hit my tongue but then, dammit he pulled away, the second shot of cum leaving his cock just as he pulled it out of my mouth, then he grabbed his cock and pumped it furiously, as the last three spurts shot into his open palm.
This time he didn't leave after he cleaned up. Instead of getting dressed or sitting back down he stuck his finger through the hole, inviting me to put my cock through. Was he going to return the favor? A blow for a blow? I stood up and wasted no time shoving my cock into the hole. Turns out he wasn't quite ready to suck dick, but I felt his fingers wrap around my cock. He gave a couple of tentative strokes, then grew more confident, and tightened his grip and picked up the pace.
He wasn't going as fast as I go when I jack myself but that's okay. I played with my nuts, rolling them around in their purse while he jacked me off. After a couple of minutes I whispered, "Here it comes," and he jacked a tiny bit faster. I grunted and fired several spurts of cum. The mystery kid with the freckled dick finally let go of me and I backed away. He held his palm up to the hole and I saw that he'd caught my jizz the way he always caught his own. He wiped it up and the TP with my cum on it joined his in the toilet. He got dressed, flushed and left.
vi
"You said, 'next time.' You can't bail on us!" Andrew said. Everyone was meeting at his house to swim again. "And besides. Eddie has a surprise, courtesy of his brother."
On the other side of the lunch table Eddie wiggle his eyebrows and grinned. "Delta 8 gummies.
Thirty milligrams each." Edibles are not legal in Alabama, but some shops sell the next best thing if you're 21. I hesitated. Eddie said, "Robyn won't be there, dude. Say yes."
"I don't want to be the one who broke up the group"
"Say yes," Josie and Andrew said.
"Yes," I smiled.
Andrew's mom was working Saturday and his brother was at his dad's house, so we had the place to ourselves. It was a perfect day, low 80s, just enough clouds to keep us from getting fried in the sun. We were all in our swimsuits. Josie's one piece really showed off her boobs. There was nothing straight about me at all, but I could see why guys thought she was hot. What I couldn't see was what she saw in Eddie. He was such a string bean. I avoided looking at Andrew too much, afraid I'd pop a rod. He had the grill fired up when I got there, with some burgers laid out on it.
We each had a THC gummy for dessert and then went swimming. It didn't take long for the Delta 8s to hit us. I was just sober enough to wonder if I was high enough to drown.
Eddie the peacemaker turned into Eddie the troublemaker. He leered at the three of us and said, "Who wants to go skinny dipping?"
"You're such a perv!" Josie said, slapping him on the chest. "You just wanna see my tits." He never would have suggested it if he hadn't been high, just like none of us would have agreed to it if we hadn't been high. I sure as hell wouldn't have. But none of us needed much convincing, not even Josie.
Eddie reached under the water then raised his arm and whooped. He was holding his trunks over his head. I surprised myself by going next. I climbed out of the pool and untied the draw string on my trunks and loosened them, then got on the diving board and after jumping a couple times dived into the water to the cheers of the others. When I hit the water, the loose swimsuit slipped off me and stayed on the surface while I dove down to the bottom of the deep end. Whenever I went swimming, I was paranoid that my contacts would wash out of my eyes, so I always wore goggles in the pool. This meant my vision was perfectly clear underwater. While I swam back to the shallow end to join the others, I had a perfect view of Eddie's dick and balls. Both were victims of shrinkage due to the cool water in the pool. Even with the shrinkage his dick was floating in front of his pubes, like a little bird peeking out of the nest. In my current state that was funny as shit, and I learned the hard way not to laugh underwater.
I was distracted when I saw Josie stripping out of her bathing suit. Did I really want to see a naked girl? Eddie sure did, judging from the way his dick was suddenly growing. I wanted to see how big it was going to get but I had to come up for air.
When I broke the surface Eddie and Andrew were cheering for both me and Josie, who was still shedding her one-piece. "Damn, girl!" Eddie said. Andrew just stared at her, grinning like a halfwit, either because he was stoned or because he was going to see Josie's tits. I grinned like an idiot myself, but because Andrew was so cute when HE grinned. "Hey!" I said when Josie was as naked as Eddie and I were. "One of these things is not like the other."
Eddie and Josie and I grabbed Andrew who laughed and tried to fight us off. "Okay! Okay! I'll do it!" but we ignored him. Eddie grabbed one arm and I grabbed another and Josie, who I suddenly hated, took a breath and went under the water, emerging a second later with his yellow trunks. She threw them onto the cement next to the grill.
We played Marco Polo for a while, then Eddie came up with a game where all four of us went under water. One of us would then say a phrase underwater and the rest of us tried to figure out what that person said. It sounds easy, but water distorts sounds.
This was my favorite game because when we were underwater, I had a perfect view of Eddie and Andrew. The sunlight on the surface of the water made it hard to see their junk and without the goggles the view would have been better, but still distorted. With the goggles on, it was like looking at fish in a tank. I only glanced at Eddie; I was mainly interested in Andrew. So far, I hadn't had an excuse to look at him underwater, not without being obvious, so I hadn't had a clear view of him. All I could tell so far was that he had pubes, a dick, and some shrunken balls, but I could have figured that out before he got naked.
Josie was going to go first. We all took a breath and went underwater. Bubbles escaped her mouth when she spoke. I have no idea what she said. It may have been clear as day, but my brain shut down. I was too busy staring at the two freckles on the head of Andrew's cock, making it look as surprised as I felt.
vii
I tried to focus on just Andrew's dick and pubes and abs, the area that would be visible through the hole in the stall wall. With the pool shrinkage it required a little imagination but only a little. I'm surprised I didn't realize it earlier just from seeing his abs and belly button. It took every bit of will power I had not to spring a rod, knowing that twice I'd sucked my best friend, whom I'd been in love since I was twelve. He came in my mouth. He jacked me off. And neither of us knew who was on the other side of the hole.
We came up for air. It had been Eddie's turn to speak underwater. Josie said, "Olives and posies?"
Andrew rolled his eyes. "Jesus Christ. He said, 'I love you, Josie.'" Josie squealed and kissed Eddie. Andrew said, "I think the game is over. What do you want to do until they disengage?"
Maybe it was the THC. Maybe it was seeing the freckles on his cock. I said, "We could play naked Glue Tag." Eddie and Josie broke their kiss to look at me and laugh along with Andrew. They were still laughing when Andrew grabbed my junk under water and he said, "Tag!" and swam away.
They all laughed harder. I was glad the rules of the game required me to put my hand on the spot Andrew tagged because it gave me an excuse to cover my hardon. It was almost impossible to swim one handed but I did my best. When I put my head under water while swimming, I saw that I wasn't the only one boned up. Seeing that freckled hardon I couldn't help smiling. That was the dick I was used to seeing.
Eddie and Josie were busy tagging each other. It looked like Andrew and I were just being polite avoiding them, tagging ourselves so that they could have each other to themselves. I was happy to have the built-in alibi. I don't know if Andrew was bi or if Robyn was his own alibi and I didn't care. I managed to tag his dick and he knew that I knew he was hard. He smiled awkwardly when I gripped his hard cock and said, "Tag!"
"It's the gummi weed," he blushed. I smiled back before swimming away. He started to give chase but then looked at his watch and said, "Shit. My mom will back any minute now. We've got to get dressed."
We got out of the pool, all three of the guys covering our hardons. Josie was obviously responsible for Eddie's though she thought she made all three of us bone up. She called us all horn dogs, but she was pleased. We got dressed and Eddie said he was going to take Josie home. Andrew and I whooped and hooted and whistled and called him a dog and they both grinned and told us to shut up.
Andrew said, "I'm glad you came Jack. Really. And I hate to sound like I'm kicking you out, but I've got somewhere I need to be."
"No, you don't," I said.
"What? Yeah, really."
"Where do you have to be?" It took him too long to answer. I said, "The mall? Is that where you need to be?"
He looked nervous. The truth is I was horny and had thought of going there myself. He said, "What do you mean?"
I said, "You don't need to go to the Food Court."
This time he looked scared, not just nervous. "What do you mean?" he said again, but it was hard to hear him. His voice was barely a whisper.
"Neither one of us do. It's kinda nasty when you think about it. Piss and spooge on the floor and walls. Bashers or cops could come in at any minute. You don't really know who's on the other side of the hole. There are safer places to get off. Better places. More than just a quick suck and go."
He was shaking and God knows why I wasn't trembling, too. He said, "Jack, I don't... I'm not..."
I took a deep breath. "I am." I put my hand on his shoulder trying to get him to stop shaking. "I don't know if you would have stuck your cock through that hole if you'd known my mouth was waiting for it." I slid my hand off his shoulder, down his back. "Maybe all I'll ever be is your buddy, Jack. Maybe you don't ever want to talk to me again, knowing I gave you head, and knowing you brought me off and caught my cum in your hand. But I hope not, Andrew." It was hard to maintain eye contact. I was admitting things I never thought I'd tell him. But he hadn't pulled away when I slid my hand down his back. "I spilled so many loads thinking of you." Did he just mouth "me too"? He was breathing so hard. I moved my hand from his back to his chest and could feel his heart beating. He placed his hand on top of mine and held it to his chest. I said, "The very first time I came was when I had a wet dream about you.
I still think about that dream sometimes when I jack off."
"What did you dream?"
"I was eleven or twelve. In the dream we were playing Glue Tag and I was hard when you grabbed my cock only you didn't let go. You just kept rubbing it and I came. I woke up and my cock was slimy, and my underwear was wet. So, the first time I busted a nut was because of you, and the last time I busted a nut was because of you." I slid my hand over his chest, his hand still on top of mine. "I really want the next time I bust a nut to be because of you." I never would have said all of this if I hadn't been stoned. I hoped I wouldn't regret it tomorrow.
Andrew took his hand off mine and moved it down to my crotch and rubbed. I still had a semi which quickly returned to a full-on boner at his touch. "You want to go to my room?" He asked. I nodded and followed him inside.
I'd been in his room lots of times but always with the others and always dressed. As soon as the door closed behind us, we stepped out of our trunks. He was as hard as I was. All the cocks I'd sucked in the last few weeks, and I'd barely seen anyone's balls and never played with them. They didn't fit through the hole and when guys were jacking off on the toilet it was hard to see their nuts from the stall.
Andrew's balls hung low in his sack. I sat on his bed in front of him and grabbed his dick, giving it a couple strokes and nuzzled his nuts. They smelled of chlorine and musk. He groaned softly and put his hands on my head, something he'd never been able to do in the food court restroom. I licked his balls, going lower until I was lapping at his taint. "Ohmygod!" he said. "When did you learn how to do that?"
"Just now," I said and went back to tonguing that spot between his balls and his ass.
"Dude, I gotta lay down. My legs are all wobbly," he said. He lay on the bed, and I was going to back to his taint until I saw that familiar bead of precum on his surprised piss slit. I licked it up and he groaned again. "Jack, you make me feel so good." This was so much better than sucking him through the hole in the stall. I had all of him. And he was talking to me, calling me by name. I tugged at his nuts and sucked his cock into my mouth. "Wait!" he said.
I pulled off him. If he were worried about cumming too fast that wasn't a problem, we'd just go again. I looked at him, ready to tell him that but he said, "Can I fuck you?"
This was uncharted territory.
"It's okay if you don't want me to," he said.
My cock throbbed. "It's not that," I told him. "I've never done it before. I'm a little nervous."
"Oh. It's okay. We don't have to. We both know you can get me off with your mouth."
I looked at his freckled, helmet shaped, cock. It was bigger around than mine and an inch longer. "Do it."
"You sure?"
"Fuck me." My voice was hoarse. I saw his cock flex and my ass clenched. "But get some lotion." He got off the bed long enough to fish through his nightstand for a bottle of hand lotion. He got back in bed and kneeled between my legs. "Go easy, man," I said.
He nodded. He opened the lotion and squirted a big gob into his palm and rubbed it onto his cock then took a big breath and let go of his cock. "I nearly shot," he laughed. He grabbed his slippery cock and aimed it at my hole. I hoped with the lotion slicking up his cock it would just slide right in but no such luck. I was taking big deep breaths, trying to relax but I couldn't seem to unclench my sphincter.
Andrew pushed harder and then i thought to push too, which seemed to open the door for him. Since he was already giving it his all, when it went it, it went in balls deep. I put my hands on his hips and tried to push him off me. "Jesus! Take it out, take it out!"
He pulled it out. "I'm sorry, man."
"Put it in! put it in!"
If he'd been sober, he would have been confused but since we were both still way buzzed, he started laughing. "Make up your mind."
"Put it in SLOWER," I said. We'd both softened a little when he'd taken it out and was afraid he'd hurt me. He reached down and I figured he was going to jack it hard again. He didn't jack his cock though, he started jacking mine. His hand was still slimy from the lotion, which I'd never used. The funny thing is, as I got fully hard again, so did he, even though neither of us were touching his dick.
He squirted a little more lotion onto his cock. This time before trying to fuck me he ran his hand over my ass, letting his middle finger slip into the crack. He ran the slick fingertip over my anus and then eased the finger inside. It went in easily. As he finger fucked me, he must have barely touched something inside me. It felt like if he went in just a tiny bit more, if he touched whatever it was just a little harder, it would do something special.
His middle finger was joined by his first finger. I felt fuller, yet hungrier; he still wasn't reaching that spot that was calling to him. Then his fingers were gone. "You ready?" Andrew asked. His cock was aimed at my boycunt again. It wasn't clenched but seemed to be waiting for his fingers to come back. I nodded.
This time there was only minimal resistance when he pushed his cock into me. It filled my ass more fully than his fingers did. He slid it in much more slowly than he'd fed me his fingers. I had no idea it could feel like this. "More," I groaned. He fed me the rest of his cock and finally reached that special place inside my ass that his fingers hadn't been able to reach. Whatever it was as soon as he hit it my cock throbbed. "God yes. Fuck me," I begged him. He wasn't trying to be fancy about it, none of this pulling mostly out, only to slide it in again, he just took me at my word pumped his hips, and fucked me, nice and steady.
But I didn't want nice and steady. Nice and steady was just teasing that special place inside my ass. "Harder," I said.
"I can't. It feels really good. If I do it harder, I'll cum. I'm so close."
"Please, Andrew. Fuck me harder!" I grabbed his ass and tried to pull him deeper into me.
In response he grabbed my cock and started jacking me. Then when he shoved his cock in me instead of pulling it back out, he kind of rubbed it against that magic spot while he pumped my cock and that did it. I grunted and shot a rope of cum so far it hit me in the face.
"I'm cumming," he said, reminding me of that first time I sucked his cock in the bathroom. He pushed even deeper into me, then made little, tiny fuck motions while he unloaded in me. He wasn't kidding about being close, but I guess seeing me shoot set him off. I felt him spurt again inside me and I felt closer to him than I ever had before. I loved watching his face while he came, how his eyes were tightly closed but his mouth was slightly open, and he made little hooting noises like an owl.
"I love you." It just slipped out of me. I meant it, though I hadn't meant to say it. His eyes popped open. He looked scared.
"Me too, man," he stammered. "You're like a brother to me. But like I said, I'm not gay. I'm just horny and high."
He pulled out of me, and we were both a little grossed out. I'd never thought about prepping for anal sex beforehand. "I need to shower," he said. "My mom's gonna be home soon. I'll see you later, okay?"
He was throwing me out. He'd just rubbed another guy's cock and let another guy lick his taint and suck his nuts and he fucked a guy in the ass-- and it was his idea-- and he loved it, and he made another guy cum, and it wasn't behind a wall, and it wasn't anonymous... and it scared him.
I scared him.
He was horny in the food court restroom,too. but he wasn't high then.
I got dressed and went home, wondering once again if our friendship was over.
viii
Monday at school it was like the stuff in his room had never happened. Eddie and Josie and Andrew laughed about the skinny dipping and the glue tag and naked Marco Polo, and Andrew treated me the way he always did. Andrew took me aside on the way to lunch and said, "Hey, I'm not gonna say anything to anyone about you being gay. You know it doesn't matter to me, but it's not my secret to tell. But you need to know, Robyn already suspects. She's made a few comments after the blow up at Dave and Buster's."
I didn't know what to say so I just nodded. We went into the cafeteria and Eddie and Josie were already at our regular table. Robyn was there, too. "Are you two back together?" I asked Andrew.
"No."
We got our food and joined them. It was weird at first, but it was soon obvious that Robyn just missed us. She wanted to be part of the group again. She wasn't going to apologize though. I don't think she knew how. Whatever. I decided to stop holding a grudge. So, she told the others she thought I was gay. Didn't that just make her more astute than the rest of them? Yes, she could be a bitch at times but that's nothing new. I stopped ignoring her and told her Hey and the whole table breathed a sigh of relief.
After school, the five of us played laser tag. It was almost like old times. Almost.
Wednesday I went to the food court. It had been several days since I'd been there. Before, I went every day. After that day in Andrew's bedroom, sucking strangers through a hole and unloading in an unknown mouth seemed tawdry and almost shameful. But the fact is I loved sucking dick and I loved getting head. Okay, so it turns out I also love getting fucked but I don't think I can shove my ass up to the hole and even if I could, I wouldn't let some stranger cum up my ass.
But it had been days since the last time I felt a mouth on my cock or a cock in my mouth. So, here I was sitting on the toilet in the food court. I'd already peeped at a few guys pissing at the urinals: a couple of good-looking older guys, one in his late 20s or early 30s who I really wished had gone into the stall and shoved his big cock through the hole. He was aitch oh tee, HOT. A cute freshman I recognized from school, though I didn't know his name, made me feel like a pervert because I got hard as steel when he chubbed up at the urinal. He wasn't that big, maybe four inches, but seeing his boner I almost told him about the hole in the stall and invited him over for a blowjob.
Probably would have been his first. I nearly jacked to completion watching him.
But then someone came into the other stall. I waited until the freshman left before I leaned forward to look through the hole to see if it was someone here for action or just someone taking a shit.
It was someone for action, all right. A hand slowly moved up a hard shaft, lingering over the helmet shaped cockhead, but not covering the two freckles just over the piss slit.
"Hi Andrew," I said. "Are you here because you're high?"
He let go of his cock like it was coated in acid. He stood up so fast he nearly fell, then pulled up his pants and fled the bathroom. Less than ten seconds later the door opened again, and someone came into the stall. I wasn't in the mood anymore and pulled off some toilet paper to put in the hole.
But what if it was Andrew coming back?
I leaned forward to look in the hole. It wasn't Andrew. It was the freshman. He'd already known about the hole in the stall, he was just getting up his nerve to come in when Andrew beat him to it. He must have been waiting outside for one of the stalls to be vacated and came back in when he saw Andrew leave the restroom.
This was obviously his first time here and he wasn't sure what to do. His foot started tapping so fast it sounded like an epileptic woodpecker. I stifled a laugh and placed my foot on top of his to stop him. I whispered, "One or two taps is fine."
"Oh. Sorry," he said. He still had a boy's voice.
"How old are you?"
"Eighteen."
"That makes you three years older than me, and I don't suck off older guys." I shoved toilet paper into the hole.
"Wait!"
The door opened and someone came in. I shushed the kid in the stall, and we waited while the newcomer pissed. Well, the kid waited, I watched through the little peephole on the other wall of my stall. It was a middle aged Asian guy in a business suit. Uncut. Not bad, but too old for me. When he left the kid in the stall next to me said, "I'm thirteen."
I took the toilet paper out of the hole. "You ever had a blowjob, Thirteen?"
"N-no."
I put my eye to the hole. "Stand up. Let me see your cock." He got off the toilet and faced the hole. "I can't see your dick. Pull your shirt up."
"Sorry." He lifted his polo shirt. His rigid boner was harder than it had been when he was at the urinal. It had a curve to it. His little nuts dangled in a hairless sack below his boner. His sparse black pubes were mostly on either side of his cock, but he had some over the top of it, almost as an afterthought.
"There's not much cock there. Can you even cum?" I teased him.
"Yes!" he said.
"Shhh! Not so loud, Thirteen." He didn't look like he stood much over five feet, and I wasn't sure he was tall enough for his cock to reach the hole, and I wanted that cock. "Stick it through the hole, and we'll see if you can cum or not."
"Don't hurt me," he said, suddenly nervous.
"I'm not gonna bite it, kid, I'm gonna suck it." He still didn't move. "Jesus, why are you here? You want a blow job or not?" When he still didn't move, I yanked off another wad of T.P. and shoved it in the hole. "Fuck it. Come back when you can squirt."
"Wait!"
I pulled out the T.P. "Last chance. Stick in your cock or I'm leaving." He took a step toward the hole but as I'd feared, he was too short to put it through. He stood on tiptoe but still couldn't quite reach.
"Damn it!" He said, the frustration evident in his voice.
I remembered how I felt before leaving for the mall---how tawdry it now felt, with the anonymity, not being able to see who I was with. How special it felt seeing Andrew's face when he came. I unlatched the lock on the door of my stall. "Hey, Thirteen. Come into my stall. I'll suck you in here."
"What if someone comes in?"
"They won't. And if they do, they won't know what's going on. C'mon. It'll be okay." I took a breath. "My name is Jack."
He turned around and while his back was to me, he pulled up his pants then opened the door and left his stall. A second later the door to my stall opened an inch and I saw him peeking in at me. I spread my legs, letting him see my hard cock. I met his eye and smiled in what I hoped was a non- threatening, I Won't Bite Your Cock Off, way. He opened the door the rest of the way and slipped inside.
"You got a big dick," he said.
"It's not that big. You should see some of the guys that come in here. Let me see yours again."
He undid his pants which fell to his ankles. He pushed his underwear down to his knees. His cock was still hard. I've never seen one curved like that. I grabbed it and he sucked in a breath.
"I'm not going to hurt you. I promise."
"Okay," he said.
"What's your name? I can't keep calling you Thirteen."
"Ash."
"I'm sorry your first blowjob is in a food court toilet, Ash. But I'm glad I'm the one who's giving it to you." I still had my hand on his cock. I pulled him toward me. "I can't wait to eat your spunk." I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and just held it in my mouth, not really sucking yet, just running my tongue over it, coating it with my spit.
"Oh fuck," he whispered. He started moving his hips, fucking my face, and I let him. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to easily suck it all, given the curve but it easily slipped in and out of my mouth. "My balls, play with my balls," he said. I fingered his nuts, and he grunted in approval. Then I remembered how Andrew responded when I licked his taint and I spit out Ash's cock and licked and sucked on his hairless ball sack for a minute while he mewled helplessly.
I started extending my licks, including his shaft with his balls, but also his taint, and it drove him as nuts as it drove Andrew. Then I figured what the fuck and licked his rosebud, flicking my tongue at his hole. "OH FUCK!" he yelped, and I had to shush him. "Please! Suck my pecker! I'm gonna nut!"
Shit. That boy cum isn't going to waste, I thought and sucked his cock back into my mouth. I tugged at his little nuts while he forgot all about being quiet and his cock spasmed in my mouth and shot three squirts of watery cum onto my tongue. I swallowed every drop and didn't stop sucking until he pulled away, panting.
"Holy fuck that was awesome," he said. His boner was still twitching. He looked at my hardon hungrily. "Um. Can I watch you jack off? I know I owe you a blow, but I don't think I can do it. But I really want to watch you jack off."
I smiled. "Sure, Ash. As long as I can look at your cock while I do it." He blushed and nodded. I could still taste him. His boner showed no signs of going down but just kept twitching with his pulse. My plan was to spurt my cum into somebody's mouth before leaving, but it turned me on, knowing he was getting off on watching me jack my cock. It didn't take long before I grunted and shot a long rope of cum, much thicker than his. It landed on his belly. Some of the next blast hit his cock making him moan.
The next two landed on the floor of the stall and the last one just ran down my hand.
"Sick," he grinned and rubbed my spooge into his belly. He pulled up his underwear, leaving my cum on his cock. "Can we do this again? When can we do this again? When are you here?"
"I don't keep office hours. And I don't think I'll be here as much as I used to be. We might see each other around at school though. You go to Eisenhower, right?" He looked panicked. "Relax. I got your back, Ash. And you got mine, right?"
"Yeah." His panic was replaced with a grin. "And if we do see each other at school, they got bathroom stalls there, too, right?"
"Maybe. But maybe you'll find someone your age to mess around with."
He looked frustrated. A look that was familiar to me. "Not likely."
I grabbed some TP and wiped the spooge off my softening cock. "Never say never, Ash. And who knows, maybe we can initiate the boys' room in the library."
ix
It had been over three weeks since the skinny-dipping pool party. The old gang was back together, almost the same as the way it used to be before that Saturday night at Eddie's. I was back to hanging out with them most days after school; I only went to the food court once or twice a week now.
I never saw Andrew there now. I must have scared him off for good when I called him out the last time. I hadn't seen Ash there again either, though I saw him in school a couple of times. Once in the hallway in between classes and once in the cafeteria. Both times he blushed and smiled before looking away.
Every now and then I caught Andrew looking at me. Sometimes he had a faraway look in his eyes. Sometimes he looked sad. Sometimes he looked resigned. Usually everything was pretty much normal.
Pretty much.
The five of us went bowling one night. We laughed and had fun and I could almost forget how he'd thrown me out after he'd fucked me, that he was struggling with who he was, no matter what he claimed. That he'd broken my heart that day.
And then history repeated itself. Eddie's mom had a date Saturday night. The five of us were going to Eddie's house for pizza and Xbox. I seriously thought about backing out, telling them I was sick, telling them I had plans, telling them anything. Saturday was still two days away. I could hunt down Ash at school and hang out with him Saturday. People would think it was weird, even creepy, if they knew but it beat having a repeat of what happened last time.
But surely it wouldn't happen again. Eddie and Andrew and Josie had all felt bad about it. They wouldn't let history repeat itself. And even though Robyn had never apologized, even she regretted it.
So, in the end I showed up at Eddie's with the rest of them.
We ate pizza. We took turns playing Talladega. It was deja vu. Andrew had just beaten Josie and it was my turn. She got off the couch and joined Eddie in the recliner. I took her place next to Andrew on the couch. Next to him was Robyn. Just like the last time. We were wearing shorts. We were so close to each other on the couch that our legs were touching. I tried to concentrate on the game but all I was aware of was his bare leg against mine. In no time my cock was hard. Anyone who looked would be able to see. The last thing I needed was for Robyn to see it. She already suspected I was gay. I didn't need her to think I was hot for Andrew.
Andrew cleared his throat. Had he noticed? I glanced at him and saw that he was in the same state I was. Hard. For the first time I was a little bothered that he was bigger than me. It didn't bug me when it was just the two of us, but now that we were both obviously hard, and everyone could see if they bothered to look, I felt embarrassed.
He said, "Eddie, would you hit the lights? The reflection on the screen is fucking with my game."
Robyn laughed. "Yeah. Hit the lights, Eddie."
Eddie said, "Are you sure?"
"Would you turn off the lights, please!" Andrew barked.
"Okay, man." Eddie left the recliner and flipped the switch, putting the room in near darkness.
The only illumination came from the TV screen, making it almost impossible for anyone to see our hardons. There was still enough light for me to see Robyn put her hand on Andrew's thigh. I don't know if she knew he was hard now or not, but if she did, I'm sure she thought she was the reason for it.
The group had survived losing Gary. It was in the process of surviving losing Robyn. It would survive losing me.
Just like last time I was now basically playing a one player game. Andrew's car wasn't moving anymore. I tossed my controller aside. My peripheral vision showed Robyn taking her hand off Andrew's thigh and putting her arm around his neck, pulling him to her. It was time for me to leave.
But he took her arm from around him and turned to me. "I'm not high," he said. Right. That's why he's getting ready to make out with a girl. I get it. He doesn't have to explain it to me yet again.
"Yeah, I know." I started to get up, but he put his hand on my shoulder, not letting me get off the couch.
"I'm not high," he repeated. "I am very, very, un-high right now." He kissed me.
I'd never been kissed by another boy before. Hell, I'd never been kissed by a girl before. I was too stunned to kiss him back.
"Whoa!" Eddie said from the recliner.
"Yas, boys!" Josie said.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Robyn demanded. Her outburst startled me out of my stupor, and I put my arms around Andrew and kissed him back. His tongue slipped between my lips and played tag with mine making me even harder. "What are you doing?" Robyn said again.
Andrew broke the kiss and said, "I'm kissing my boyfriend. And if you don't want to see me going down on him, you should probably play Xbox for a while."
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