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The Senior's Flip Flops, Chapter 2
By Bryce Manning
When we pull up to my house, Blake gives my hand a final squeeze before he lets go. We trade phone numbers. Adding Blake Harrison's name to my contacts, I still feel like this isn't real.
"See you tomorrow, little man," he says with a knowing smirk. "Same time."
I'm beaming as I look at Blake's face. "I can't wait!"
I get out of Blake's car, shutting the door and starting to walk up to my house. I can't resist turning my head as Blake pulls out of the driveway, stealing another glance of him through the windshield. He's so unbelievably perfect. Just seeing him is making my dick hard, and then I remember how unbelievably horny I still am after not getting off. I needed to fix that right now.
I cross the threshold intent on bounding up the stairs to my room, but my mom is waiting right there to stop me. I'd been so scared and then so excited that I didn't even think to mention I might be rolling in hours late. Her face looks annoyed.
"We weren't expecting you home this late," she says like she's scolding me.
Thank god I don't smell like sex and cum right now. There's no way I'm ready to tell the truth about what happened. My mind races to make something up. "Sorry, I didn't realize how late it was. That project took forever."
My mom looks at me like she knows I'm lying. My pulse quickens as I try to stop myself from panicking. How could she possibly have seen us holding hands? There's no way.
"How many times did you check your phone in the last four hours?" she asks pointedly.
"Just once!" I answer honestly. "Out in the driveway right now. We've been working hard all day."
She eyes me suspiciously again, but she retreats. "Text one of us next time, please. I don't like worrying about you. Dinner is already in the fridge."
"I will, I promise," I assure her as she starts to wander away. "Thanks, mom."
Feeling like I dodged a bullet, I finally trudge up the stairs, trying my best to look normal. As soon as I lock the door, I tear my clothes off and lunge for the bed.
Gripping my dick, I close my eyes and start thinking about kissing Blake. I can still taste him in my mouth, and I love it. All I want right now is to feel his muscular body against mine, our hard dicks throbbing against each other as our tongues greedily swirl together.
I've been fixated on guys for years, but I never really thought of myself as gay. Part of me always wanted to believe the desires would dissipate the second I indulged them, but now I knew that definitely wasn't true. I'd never wanted to kiss a girl. Why would I ever want to kiss one after kissing Blake? I just want to be with him again. I know I can't deny it anymore. I'm gay. I feel the hair on my neck stand up, goosebumps breaking out over my whole body. I've never really admitted the truth to myself, but being with Blake had shattered my delusions.
Maybe I should have told my mom where I'd really been. I'm going to have to tell her anyway. I'm going to have to tell everyone. But what about Blake? I can't imagine he's ready to come out unless he's always had these feelings too. Thinking about him, I pick up my phone, seeing that he's texted me.
I'm going to cum so hard thinking about what we did earlier.
Reading that, I feel like I'm being way too introspective right now. We have all the time in the world to figure the gay stuff out. I don't need to show up at school tomorrow draped in a pride flag.
I let my mind wander back to Blake's room, picturing him laying on the bed, his sweaty size 12 soles hanging over the edge. I can still taste faint hints of his sweat in my mouth. Oh god, I can't believe I actually licked his feet! Those perfect tanned tops have been relentlessly tempting me several times a day ever since school started, and now I'd actually touched every inch of them. I feel my cock starting to fill out again remembering how hard Blake was, how fiercely he'd jacked off as I licked his soles and sucked on his toes. I think of him lifting his massive body up and pulling off my socks like he was eager to see my feet too, the incredible sensations that surged through me when his hand found that magic spot on my sole and roughly massaged it.
My dick is rock hard as I start to wonder about what we'll do tomorrow. I fantasize about being between Blake's muscular thighs, reaching my hands up to explore his cut abs before I look into his bright blue eyes and plunge my mouth down on his cock. I can hear him moaning more intensely than ever as I struggle to fit his whole length down my throat, desperate to please him, ravenous to make him cum. Picturing Blake gripping my head with both his hands, forcing me all the way down on his dick as he shoots his load, I pass the point of no return. I have to stifle my moans as my hips thrust up, jizz violently spraying out of my cock, the first couple shots reaching all the way up to my face.
Basking in the incredible orgasm, I don't even want to clean myself up. I want to pass out and fast forward through the whole next day, until it's time to finally go home with Blake again. Beautiful, perfect, always smiling Blake.
I pick my phone up, opening our text thread. I just shot tons, I write, warm cum beginning to slowly trickle down my body.
He doesn't text me back that night. Maybe he's busy with something else. Maybe he's the one working on a fifth orgasm for a change.
I struggle to sleep dwelling on what might happen tomorrow. I know it's going to be the best day of my life.
When my alarm blares the next morning, I immediately grab my phone thinking I might have heard from Blake. Nothing. I fight the urge to say something else. I desperately want to text him again, but I don't want to seem too needy. The last thing I want to do is scare him away.
When I get to school, all I can think about is seeing Blake. I have no idea what's going on in my first period class, but the minutes are ticking by agonizingly slowly. When the bell finally rings, I hurl my stuff into my backpack and restrain my urge to run out the door.
Halfway to my next class, I spot Blake walking toward me in the hallway, surrounded by friends as always. I feel myself smiling as I look up at his face, no longer worried about him catching me, but he completely ignores me. He walks past me like I don't exist, just like he had on countless occasions in the weeks before. I know he must have seen me. I feel my heart sinking. I didn't expect him to openly greet me in front of all his friends, but I figured he'd at least acknowledge me somehow, maybe shoot me a smirk knowing what we'd done last night.
Sitting down in AP English, I already know I'm going to waste the rest of the school day terrorizing my brain for an explanation. For a second I wonder if this is actually Blake's revenge. He'd given me everything I wanted, left me hungry for more, and now he wasn't ever going to speak to me again. But that didn't make any sense. I'd seen how hard Blake's dick was, and there's no way he could have faked that kiss.
I remember him saying it was the first time he'd ever kissed a guy. He'd probably never fooled around with a guy at all. Maybe he felt regretful after he shot a load or two? Maybe that's why he hadn't texted me back and was completely ignoring me now? Hell, maybe he just knows how crazy and needy I'm going to be if we take this any further and he decided he doesn't want to deal with it. He's walking around with his friends like everything is normal while I'm still busily obsessing over him.
I think about holding Blake's hand in the car, the way he'd grinned at me after we set our second "date." I walked up to my house genuinely thinking our relationship was going to seamlessly transition into a storybook romance. He was going to text me all day long, make eye contact every time we passed each other in the hallway knowing that we shared a secret. Now I feel fucking naive, like I'm the dumb kid in way over his head who Blake had called out in the football team's locker room. Having something with him was never going to be that easy or that perfect.
I stare down at my phone, which I've been surreptitiously palming all day. Still nothing from Blake. Should I text him? I really want to text him. I'm fucking crazy.
"Dylan?" a voice suddenly calls.
Oh shit! I snap out of my detachment, looking around wildly and realizing the teacher is staring straight at me.
"If you don't put it away, I'm going to take it," she warns.
I slide my phone into my pocket. "Sorry," I mumble.
I look up at the board long enough to realize that she's talking about Faulkner, but my attention quickly slips away. I'm hopeless.
Walking to my next class, I already feel dejected when I see Blake on the stairs. I know this time isn't going to be any different. My glance quickly pivots from his face down to the stunning feet I'd licked yesterday. I was starting to think I'd never have the chance again.
I lamented that possibility for the rest of the day, finally deciding that I needed to text Blake. There was no point wasting hours of my time waiting for him after school if he was just going to coldly walk past me on the way to his car.
Is everything ok? I tap covertly into my lap. I hesitate for a few minutes, my eyes tracing the line over and over, dreading the answer I might receive. I finally send the text. Knowing that Blake might shoot me down at any moment ends the vigil with my phone. Now I'm only brave enough to peer down at it a couple times an hour.
Blake is mum until five minutes after the dismissal bell rings, when I'm standing in front of the science building wondering if I should give up and walk home.
Sorry. I'm freaking out a bit.
I'd already guessed that much. I ask if he still wants to meet up, having the foresight to warn my mom that I might be late just in case. An excruciating hour passes before Blake finally replies.
Same time. We should talk.
My face sinks down into my hands. I've never been in any kind of relationship, but I still know those are dreaded words no one ever wants to hear. Blake feels bad about what we did, and now he's going to tell me we can't ever do it again.
Lounging on the sidewalk outside the science building, I appreciate at least having one chance to indulge my crush. How often does that happen? When does the skinny little guy ever score with the hot jock? I'd be jerking off remembering my night with Blake for years to come.
After hours of mindlessly sitting there, I look at my phone. It's 6:05. A few more minutes pass, and then I hear flip flops smacking against the pavement. I look up to see Blake approaching me, all his cocky confidence stripped away. His eyes seem lifeless, his face pained.
"Let's go," he says flatly in my direction, walking past me again.
This time I stand up and silently follow after him. We walk out to the senior parking lot without saying a word to each other, Blake reaching into his pocket for his keys and unlocking the car without even glancing at me. We both get in.
"Sorry I'm being a dick," he mutters as he shuts the door, his eyes barely grazing my face. "Want to drive around?"
"Sure," I whisper. I feel even more scared than I did when I thought he was going to kick my ass, fearing that he's going to try to gently let me down at any moment.
Blake turns out of the parking lot, going opposite the direction he'd taken to his house. I knew we definitely weren't going there now. I feel like I need to let him do the talking, but he's quiet for at least five minutes. I don't know how much longer I can endure this. My patience is starting to dwindle.
"How was school?" Blake eventually asks without looking at me.
Seriously? "A little confusing, Blake." The frustration in my voice is evident.
"That's fair."
I glare at him, not caring that he can't see my face. Why doesn't he just say it? Just say it!
"Dylan," Blake starts, stopping for a few moments like he's thinking hard. "Do you think you're...are you...you know?"
"Gay?" I volunteer, realizing how hesitant he is to utter the word.
"Yeah. That." He still doesn't look at me.
I sigh loudly without even thinking about it. I'd been crushing on guys since middle school, jerking off to men exclusively for years, but I'd still only truly admitted my sexuality to myself last night. I've never actually said the words out loud to anyone else. Looking out the window, I feel apprehensive about finally saying them, even though I know I am. Coming out wasn't going to be as simple as I'd effortlessly imagined laying there in my bed. Peering back to Blake, the beautiful jock with perfect feet and gorgeous eyes who was probably going to cost me college credits, I know I'm ready. My heart is pumping hard, my face tingling, but I'm brave enough to do this.
"Yeah, Blake," I answer him. "I'm gay."
He finally twists his head to me, a glimmer obvious in his aching eyes before he shifts his vision back to the road. "How did you know?"
"I kind of always knew, I guess. And then last night happened."
"Yeah," Blake mumbles, stewing in silence for another minute. "Do you think I am?"
"Gay?" I repeat.
Blake bites his lip like the word hurts him. He doesn't answer.
"What do you think?" I feel like a counselor asking him that question, but I don't know anything about his experience. Had he been thinking about other guys for years too?
Blake starts nervously running his free hand through his short blond hair. "I've always had...fantasies," he says cryptically. "Until last night."
Oh my god, I'm not prepared to handle this. I don't know how to respond. For a moment I imagine throwing the door open and flinging myself out of the car. But I know Blake needs me. A hundred possible combinations of words are clamoring through my head. "I really liked kissing you," I finally say. "That's when I knew."
Blake glances over again, a smirk slowly creeping across his face. "I wasn't bullshitting when I said that was the best kiss I've ever had. And I've kissed a lot of girls, man."
I'm contemplating what to say next when I hear the car's blinker suddenly ticking. Blake pulls into a random gas station, parking nowhere near the pumps or the store. He puts the car in neutral, looking eagerly into my eyes as he wraps his arm around me, his hand pulling my head into his.
Our lips touch again, and within seconds we're passionately kissing each other, our tongues dancing together hungrily. I feel Blake grip my head harder as he forces his way even deeper into my mouth, like he wants to devour me. We greedily kiss for several minutes until he pulls away panting.
"I'm really sorry," Blake whispers apologetically.
I feel relieved, smiling warmly at him. "So you still like kissing me?"
"I thought about it all fucking day!" he says like he's glad to be admitting it, his normal energy seeming to flood back. Blake grabs his phone, checking the time. "You know, we'd still have 30 minutes if we go back to my house now."
Seeing the lust in Blake's eyes, I feel torn. I knew we definitely needed to talk more, but being with him yesterday had helped me to finally admit the truth about myself. Maybe fumbling together in Blake's bed again would help him more than my words could right now.
I decide that's the best way forward as I grin at him. "So why are we still sitting here?"
Blake immediately checks his mirrors, putting the car in drive, backing out of the parking spot, and tearing away from the gas station.
"It was so hard not looking at you in school earlier," he confides as he speeds back toward his house. "I knew it would fucking break me if I did."
I didn't know what to think of that. "Break you?"
Blake shakes his head. "I never thought I'd want to be doing this, you know? I tried to deny how much I wanted it all day. But I do. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, man. I wanted to kiss you again the second I saw you."
I'm falling for him all over again. Before I can form words I realize we're pulling up to Blake's house. I thought we'd driven clear across town, but at some point he must have circled back to his neighborhood. He'd wanted to end up here all along.
The car quiets as Blake pulls his key out of the ignition, his sparkling blue eyes looking pleadingly into mine as he grabs my hand. "You still willing to give me another chance, Dylan?"
"Yeah, Blake," I answer.
He smiles widely, drawing my hand up to his mouth and kissing it. "Come on then, we definitely need to hurry."
Both of us race out of the car, sprinting through the front door and up the stairs to Blake's bedroom. He closes his door and leers at me. "We're going to do things a little differently this time." He immediately pulls his shirt off, dropping his shorts and stepping out of his flip flops, barely leaving me a moment to stare before he gently shoves me down on his bed.
Looming over me, all his bronze muscles still pumped from football practice, Blake grasps at the bottom of my shirt and rips it off. His hands quickly move to fumble with the buttons on my shorts, pulling the fly apart so hard one of the buttons literally springs up in the air. "Sorry," he says with a laugh, yanking my shorts and underwear down over my shoes. He pulls those off next, stripping off my socks too. He kneels down to the same position I'd been in yesterday, wrapping his rough hands around my feet. His fingers start caressing them, immediately finding the tender spot that makes my dick pulse.
"You really do have the cutest little feet," he says as he shoves his tanned face against my soles. He laps his tongue against my skin, stretching it across both the bottoms, licking up to all my toes and darting his tongue in between them.
I'd always imagined being the guy on my knees, but I know Blake feels like he has something to prove. This feels good, and I'm jerking my dick intensely watching him work my feet.
He pulls his head away, looking up to my face as he takes hold of my spit-slicked feet again. "There's something else I've fantasized about a lot."
"What's that" I ask excitedly.
Blake spreads my legs apart, climbing up onto the bed between them, his face inches away from my crotch. His strong hands brush against my thighs, closer and closer to my hard cock. I know what he wants to do.
"Can I suck your dick?" he asks desperately, almost like he's begging for it.
I pull my hand off and nod my head, feeling myself grin. "Yeah."
Blake scoots himself a few inches higher, burying his smooth face against my cock and balls. I feel his tongue touch my sack, gently tracing up along my shaft until he reaches the head, lapping over the slit.
"Your precum tastes...so sweet, man," he murmurs, wrapping his hand around my hard dick, a few inches of it still poking out. Blake lowers his head over it, sinking his mouth down.
His hot, wet mouth feels incredible stretched around me. I moan ecstatically as he gingerly bobs up and down on my cock like he's dreamed of doing this for years. Eventually Blake releases his hand, letting my whole length slowly slide down his throat until I feel his lip against my balls.
I gasp. "Holy shit, Blake!"
His blue eyes dart up to mine. I can tell he'd be proudly smirking if my dick wasn't buried in his mouth. Blake glides his silky lips back up to my head and shoves my whole cock down his throat again, doing that over and over until I can feel myself getting close.
"You're going to make me cum," I warn, wanting to give him a chance to lift off.
Blake doesn't budge. He's slamming his mouth down around my dick even more vigorously until I can't hold back anymore.
"I'm cumming!" I yell, grunting loudly as Blake sinks his head down to the root of my cock. He holds himself there as cum erupts out of me, blissful waves of pleasure rippling through my body as I thrash all over the bed.
He lifts his mouth off my dick, a trickle of sperm and spit dripping from his lips as he smiles at me boastfully. "No way I could have done that if your dick was even half an inch bigger. You're the fucking perfect size, little man."
"That was amazing," I pant, still reeling from the orgasm.
Blake lifts up, planting his hands on either side of me, his biceps bulging as he lowers his face to mine and kisses me softly. I can feel his hard seven inches throbbing against my stomach as he presses his tongue into my mouth, tasting my own cum as we make out. I feel spent after getting off, but my dick still jumps when I imagine tasting Blake's load. I know I need his cum inside me.
"I want to suck your dick too," I say as soon as he pulls away from my face, grabbing his rigid shaft with my hand.
He grins. "We better hurry up and trade places then."
We swap positions on the bed. I'm nestling myself between Blake's legs when he lights up like he has a brilliant idea. "You should turn around," he suggests. "Let me check out your ass while your mouth is on my dick."
Knowing that he wants to see my butt as I blow him has my dick half hard again already. I lift up and swing my body around, backing my ass up to his face as I position myself above Blake's hard shaft. Glancing beyond it, I realize I can see the tanned tops of his feet too. This is the perfect position.
I grab Blake's cock and stroke it a few times, finally appreciating how massive it is compared to mine. His dick is at least two inches longer and so much thicker. I already doubted I could fit the whole beastly thing in my mouth. Not yet anyway. Pulling my hand away, a big drizzle of precum floods out of his head. I flick my tongue lightly against his hot skin, licking up the stream of viscous liquid. He tastes amazing. I'd never thought about swallowing a guy's load until I tasted mine on his breath, but now I know I want Blake to empty every last drop of his cum inside my mouth.
"Suck it, little man," he encourages, sounding impatient to feel me finally press down.
I wrap my lips around Blake's head and take the first few inches of his pulsing cock in, struggling with the girth. I thought of the way I'd sucked his toes the day before, gently working my mouth up and down.
"That's a hot fucking little mouth," Blake hisses. "I bet you can take more than that."
I try to sink down deeper on the rock hard shaft, gradually building up the pace like Blake had done to me.
I hear him groaning. "Fuck yeah, that's so good." I feel Blake's hands gripping my butt. "Damn, Dylan. You have a huge ass for being such a small guy." He spreads the mounds of flesh apart. "And a really nice fucking hole. Did you just shave?"
I lift my mouth off his cock, drool pooling out from my lips. "I don't have to. It's always smooth."
"Fuck that's hot," Blake murmurs. "You have the nicest ass I've ever seen." He slaps his hand against it softly.
I sink my mouth back down on Blake's dick, feeling him spread my cheeks apart again. His hot breath is against my hairless skin as he begins to drag his lips across it. Blake's tongue starts to gently lick down my crack, tracing around the edges of my hole, and then he finally scrapes across it.
My whole body writhes as I pull off his cock again. "Oh my god!" I moan. The sensation of Blake's tongue against my tight slit was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. I fantasized about getting fucked constantly, but I'd never really played with my ass. I feel like a whole world of magnificent new pleasure has just been unlocked.
"Yeah? You like when I do that?" he growls cockily.
I take Blake's shaft into my mouth again, managing to jam another inch of his giant dick down my throat, while he pushes his tongue back against my hole. His hands reach in closer, spreading my tight ring apart, and I feel him digging against it with his wet tongue, almost pressing the tip inside. The more aggressively Blake probes my hole, the more frenzied my sucking becomes. I start to imagine that he's fucking my ass as I struggle to swallow the last couple inches of his cock. I'm desperate to feel the whole thing inside me. I want to do things for Blake no girl is capable of doing. I feel his dick stiffening even more as he pulls his tongue away.
"Your ass is turning me on so much. I'm so close," he whispers.
I suck him as hard and intensely as I can, fighting for the remaining inches, feeling Blake's tongue urgently trying to push into my hole again. I know I want it. God I fucking I want. I want to feel all of him inside me right now. My body relaxes, the tip of Blake's tongue penetrating my tight ring, darting up into my insides as I finally feel the last inches of his dick sliding down my throat. His pubes are resting against my face, his tongue buried at least an inch inside my hole, as I struggle to overcome the extreme urge to gag and free myself. Blake suddenly withdraws from my butt as he grunts primally behind me.
"Fuck yeah, take my fucking load!" he yells, his hands frozen on my ass as he bucks into my mouth, pumping shot after huge shot of his hot semen straight down my throat. The torrent seems endless until I finally feel his cock start to soften.
"God damn," he pants. "I can't believe you just fucking took my whole dick! No chick has ever done that!"
I lift myself off Blake's cock, my jaw sore, my throat feeling like I'd just had a strep test, and grin. Knowing that I'm the first person to swallow his entire dick makes me feel ridiculously accomplished. I look up at his perfect feet, seeing his toes curled as I turn myself around to kiss Blake one last time, his tongue immediately pressing into my mouth to taste his load. When he breaks away, he smirks.
"There's still cum all over your face, little man," he says, lapping his tongue all around my lips. "That's better. And now I definitely need to get you home"
Pulling myself off Blake's body and putting my clothes back on, I already know his questions about himself aren't resolved. I start wondering what will happen after he drops me off. Is he going to stop texting again? Is he going to ignore me in the hallway tomorrow? I really want to get past that limbo, but I know I'll fight to win him back no matter what. He's worth the struggle. Even if Blake is still questioning what he wants, I feel certain that I know.
We're about to walk out the bedroom door when he grabs me, wrapping his hands around my back and pulling my body into a tight hug, my head nestled against his neck. He's so warm and solid. I feel so safe in his arms. This is paradise. I could live in this moment forever.
"You're amazing, babe," his deep voice whispers into my ear.
Oh my god! I'd always thought it was corny when I heard other people call each other that, but now the word sends a chill down my spine as I'm enveloped in his huge body. I feel like he's claiming me, telling me that he wants me to be his.
"You are, Blake," I whisper back.
He finally releases me, kissing my lips one last time. "For real, let's go before we get caught."
I'm in heaven as Blake drives me home, barely aware of anything. I'm still living in his embrace, thinking about him calling me "babe."
He grabs my hand as we're starting to get close to my house, his blue eyes peering into mine while we're stopped at a light. "Hey," he says seriously, breaking the spell. "I'm probably going to freak out again and try to fuck this up, but you know how I really feel, right?"
I nod my head. "I know." I didn't have any doubts about it now.
Blake looks back to the road. "Don't get too worried if it happens. I'll still be thinking about you. I seriously haven't been able to stop...ever since I realized you were the bold little fucker who kidnapped my flip flops."
I laugh as I look over at his face, seeing Blake smirking. I still can't believe I did that, but I'm so glad I did. I really want to ask him if he thinks he's gay again, but I know I shouldn't. Not yet.
"Here we are," Blake announces, pulling into my driveway. "Your stop, babe." He squeezes my hand hard one last time.