Date: Sat, 5 Jul 2014 08:57:06 -0700
From: Eric Morrison <eric_morrison_93@hotmail.com>
Subject: What Now? Ch. 02 - Still a virgin, Danny-less and confused.

Hey guys!

I know it's been almost a month since I last posted, but this chapter's
been ready for more than two weeks, I just didn't have time to post for
personal reasons, but I'll try to start posting more regularly now.

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CHAPTER 2 - Still a virgin, Danny-less and confused.

"Oh god, Steven!" moaned Danny as I pushed into him. "Yes! Oh god, yes!"

I bit my lip and groaned. His hole was so tight, and it was fighting a
losing battle against my thick cock as I penetrated him.

I rubbed my hands all over Danny's ample ass cheeks as I went deeper inside
him, and once my blonde pubes hit his smooth tanned skin, I grabbed him by
the waist with both hands and started fucking him. He was moaning and
whimpering uncontrollably as I rammed into him from behind, pulling at the
sheets and biting into my pillow to keep from crying out.

"Steven!" he half moaned, half screamed. "My god, you're amazing!"

"Yeah?" I grunted. "Is this what you wanted Danny? My cock? Do you want my
cock?"

"Yes!" he moaned.

"You like me fucking you? I bet you do. I bet you've wanted my dick all
along, you were just playing hard to get, weren't you? Tell me you want it,
bitch, say it!" I slapped his ass with one hand.

"Yes! Oh, Steven, fuck me! Please, I want it, give it to me!"

I gave his ass another hard slap before picking up the pace. I was fucking
him so hard the whole bed was shaking now, and the headboard was banging
loudly against the wall.

"Steven!" cried Danny as he came, squeezing my cock with his hot
ass. "Steven, Steven, Steven!"

* * *

"Steven!"

Suddenly, I was startled awake by a loud banging at the door.

"Steven, get up, you're gonna be late for school!"

Then it dawned on me. The loud banging wasn't me fucking Danny into the
mattress; it was my mom at the door trying to wake me up. I was still a
virgin, Danny-less, and most of all, confused.

The banging at the door resumed.

"I'm going!" I yelled, and it stopped.

I looked at the clock and realized I had 20 minutes to get showered,
dressed and out the door. Great, it looked like I'd have to skip breakfast
again.

This day did not look promising.

* * *

After practically running out of my house, having lost a lot of time
jacking off in the shower, I made it to the bus just as it was pulling out
of its stop.

I walked down the aisle, picking a seat as I tried to catch my breath, when
I saw a mop of red hair sticking out the top of one of the seats towards
the back.

Ian. Weird how I hadn't noticed he rode the same bus as me before.

Trying to ignore all the stares coming in my direction, I walked towards
him. As I reached his seat, I saw him looking away from me, out the window,
but when he noticed someone standing next to him, he turned, and his pretty
hazel eyes got really big when he saw me.

"Hey," I said, sitting down next to him and settling my backpack on my
lap. "Good morning." I tried to look casual and smiled, but I was really
nervous, and I'm pretty sure it showed. I hadn't been able to stop thinking
about him since the day before when he blew me, except for my dream, when I
thought about Danny.

Sigh? Danny?

Ian looked skeptically at me and pulled his earphones out, letting me hear
a bit of the song he was listening to before he paused it. I think it was
Hinder. I liked that band.

"What are you doing?" he whispered at me with a raised eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Why are you sitting here?" I didn't know what he meant by that. Was he
still mad at me from yesterday? No, that couldn't be it, he'd looked pretty
damn happy sucking away with my dick in his mouth.

"Uhm," I stammered.

"Dude," he said, still whispering. "If you don't want people to think
you're gay, the last thing you wanna do is sit next to me, okay?" He
pointed to the seat next to us, and I saw two girls looking at us and
whispering to each other. I looked back at Ian, and he gave me a look as if
to say 'See?' Then he put his earphones back on and resumed looking out the
window.

Fuck.

I guess he had a point, he was pretty gay looking: short, thin, red dyed
hair, black leather wrist bands, tight white tank top with some band's logo
on it, dark red skinny jeans, and a pair of black converse.

He was so pretty, though.

Ian suddenly kicked my foot with his, apparently having noticed that I was
staring at him, and I immediately looked forwards. I couldn't be sure, but
I thought I saw him smile from the corner of my eye.

* * *

After the longest and most uncomfortable bus ride ever, trying to pretend
not to see people staring at me, trying not to stare at Ian, and the two
girls next to me making absolutely no attempt at pretending they weren?t
talking about me, the bus pulled up at the school parking lot, and I
practically flew out of my seat, but once I was walking into school, I
remembered I still hadn't talked to Ian, and I looked back to find him
getting off the bus.

God, the way he swung his hips as he walked was? ugh. I shuddered.

"You're doing it again," he said as he walked past me. He was definitely
smiling this time, and I thought about following him and talking to him,
but he was right, it wouldn't look right if I was seen with him, so I just
stared after him as he walked past the gates into school. Jesus, was he
walking like that on purpose?

The bell rang, and I put my hands in front me, hoping nobody would notice
the bulge in my pants as I walked down the hall to my classroom.

* * *

If I thought riding the bus next to Ian had been uncomfortable, I greatly
underestimated life's capability of fucking me over.

Now, I was sitting in math class, and it was one of those classrooms where
they have the double desks so you can work with a partner, and at the
beginning of the semester I'd loved this idea, but for the same reason that
I'd loved it at first, now I hated it: Danny was my partner.

* * *

The first time I saw Danny he was running on the track during fourth period
gym class. It was the first day of school, and I was starting to get used
to my new surroundings, but then as I came out of the locker room after
getting into the school uniform, we were told to run two laps around the
basketball court to warm up, and as I was doing so, I saw him through a
linked fence that separated the basketball courts from the running track he
was on. Right away I realized he must be on the track team, cause he was
wearing the uniform, and he was at the very front of the line. He was so
fast and moved so gracefully that I found myself staring, and I almost ran
into the kid in front of me.

Danny was too far away, so I couldn't really see what he looked like, but
then when the period was over we all went in to change, and the track team
went in too, but they were so many guys going in at the same time that I
lost track of him.

I gave up trying to find him, and I went straight for the locker that I was
assigned, but as I was turning the lock, I saw him again. He was a few feet
to my right, bent over in front of his open locker, shirtless, and in the
process of removing his (might I say - really tight) track shorts, and I
saw those two round, firm globes of flesh framed by a white jockstrap, all
smooth and tanned, the back of his thick thighs, and those sculpted,
hairless calves, and my groin instantly started swelling, forming a tent in
my loose jogging shorts.

"Can I help you?" he said, straightening up

"What?" I asked, coming out of my trance.

"I said, can I help you?"

Apparently that ass and those legs were attached to a boy. A very, very
beautiful boy at that.

His face was practically perfect, with masculine but at the same time
delicate features, beautiful blue eyes partially covered by a mop of
tousled caramel colored hair and a set of full pink lips.

"I'm sorry?" I asked. I was so focused on studying this guy's face I had no
idea what he was saying.

"Dude, what the hell?" he asked, getting irritated. "Do you need something,
or are you just gonna stand there and stare at me?"

By this point, his lower half was covered by a pair of jeans, and he was
putting on his shirt, so I was finally able to focus.

"Sorry," I mumbled. "I'm just kinda? lost. It's my first day, and I was
wondering if you could help me find my way around here."

Nice. I was always a fast thinker.

"Uhm, sure," he said, his beautiful face softening. He straightened out his
clothes and stuck his hand out to me. "Sorry, you caught me off guard. My
name's Daniel, but everyone calls me Danny."

"Steven," I said, shaking his soft hand.

"Why don't you get changed and I'll meet you outside?"

"Sure," I said. "Thanks."

He flung his backpack over his shoulder and he sauntered out of the locker
room.

I quickly changed, willing my hard-on to go down, and I went outside. It
was lunch period, so Danny showed me where the cafeteria was, and he
introduced me to his friends, whose names I couldn't remember. The only one
that stood out was Jake. He was hot, except he looked like a hypocrite. He
was being nice and all, but I could tell he didn't like the fact that I was
walking around with Danny. He kept looking at us funny, like he was jealous
or something.

It all made sense later on when I found out he was gay. And so was
Danny. It came as a shock to me that they and their friends talked so
openly and carelessly about it. Jake didn't seem gay at all, he was manly,
and on the football team. What was also shocking was one of his friends,
Mike, was also on the football team, but he was straight, and didn't seem
at all bothered by the fact that one of his teammates was gay.

After lunch was over, Danny told me he'd see me around, and I went to my
next class, which was math. When I explained to the teacher that I needed
to do well in that class in order to get accepted into the football team,
he said he'd pair me up with his best student.

"Speaking of," Mr. Harris said, pointing to the door. "There he
is. Mr. Morrison, would you come here for a second?"

When I looked over, I saw it was Danny, and my heart did a little dance.

"Hey!" he said, smile and eyes bright. "What a coincidence."

"You've already met?" asked Mr. Harris.

"Yeah," Danny said. "I was just showing him around."

"Well, great," the teacher said. "Why don't you sit together, and you can
help him, Mr. Morrison."

"Of course," Danny said, smiling at me.

That class had been great, cause even though I was no closer to
understanding how Algebra worked, I had Danny's full attention, and he was
talking to me and explaining strange equations in his beautiful voice.

When the teacher noticed, weeks later, that I wasn't improving much, he
asked Danny if he could tutor me at home, since trying to do it during
class was, according to him, keeping me from learning new material. I
couldn't give a crap - all I cared was I was gonna have Danny tutoring me
at home. When I told my parents about it, though, 'Danny' stood for
Danielle, and they were thrilled.

Oh well, it was just a little lie.

Anyway, after a few days of me going to Danny's house, one day I gathered
all the balls I had and kissed him. He was really surprised, but when I
told him I'd had a crush on him since the very first moment I saw him and
wanted him to be my boyfriend, he agreed.

When he realized I meant in secret, though, he wasn't so thrilled. I
promised it would only be for a little while, though, I just wasn't ready
to go public yet, so he agreed.

From that day on, our two hour study session became an intense
one-and-a-half-hour studying, and an intense half-an-hour make out
session. I would have happily done the last one for two hours straight, but
Danny was adamant about me improving my grades, and he said if I didn't
focus on my studying there would be no kissing, so I did the best I could,
and I actually did get better.

Having improved my grades, I got accepted into the football team, and I
started seeing a lot more of Jake Moss. I could tell he was a nice guy - he
was to everyone else - but he seemed to have something against me. He
didn't know about me and Danny yet, but he seemed to suspect our study
sessions weren't only studying.

One day, though, Danny and I were done studying, and were making out, hot
and heavy, shirts off, and me groping all over his back and legs, when
suddenly Jake walked in on us. Apparently, being Danny's best friend, he
could go in and out of the house no problem, and when he found us, his face
turned scarlet in one second flat, he ground his teeth and his hands
clenched into fists.

"What the fuck is this?!" he yelled.

"Jake!" Danny squeaked, pushing me away like I was a spider, and putting on
his shirt he ran over to him. It was like he'd been caught cheating on him
or something.

"What the fuck, Danny?!" Jake yelled again.

"Jake, calm down," Danny pleaded with a panicked look on his face. "My
parents will hear you."

Jake pulled him into the bathroom, and they started whispering really
loud. I could hear Jake furiously asking Danny why he didn't tell him when
they're best friends, but he apologized and said it was because I was in
the closet and didn't want anyone to know.

"That's bullshit!" Jake hissed. "If you were my boyfriend I wouldn't hide
you from anyone. He should be fucking honored that he's with you. I know I
would." There was a long, awkward pause after that, but then Jake stammered
"I-I-I mean, hypothetically speaking." There was another pause. "I don't
even know what I'm saying, I? I-I just mean he's an asshole, alright?
You're my best friend, and it infuriates me that he's treating you like
that."

"Like what?" Danny asked calmly. "Jake, I understand how you feel, but
honestly, he treats me just fine. He -"

"Fine isn't good enough, Danny!" Jake interrupted. "Not for you. You
deserve-" he began to get choked up. "You deserve the best, alright? You
deserve a real boyfriend."

"Come here," Danny said, and I assumed he hugged him. "He is a real
boyfriend to me. Maybe not in public yet, but he will be eventually. He
just needs time, Jake, can't you understand that? He's not ready to come
out yet, but he will be. I'm trying to help. Please, try to
understand. Don't you remember how scared you were to come out? But you
did, and so will he. I just need to be patient."

That was the exact moment I fell in love with him. He thought I was worth
waiting for.

After a few weeks, though, Danny started getting impatient, and so did
I. He wanted me to come out, to make our relationship public, to tell his
friends, to tell his parents, and honestly, I just wanted to get in his
pants. He was so fucking sexy, but he'd never let me do anything other than
kiss him. Whenever I even groped his ass through his pants when we were
making out, he'd stop me and tell me to be patient, but, god dammit, my
patience was wearing thin. I understood, though, that he was a virgin, and
he wanted me to show him I was really committed to him before he committed
to me physically, but I was horny, and nowhere near ready to come out.

On top of all that pressure, and wanting to make Danny happy, there was
Jake. He never said anything outright, but it was very obvious he wanted
Danny for himself. And there was Rachel too, Danny's female best
friend. She had been nice to me in the beginning, but when she found out we
were dating, she was really mad Danny didn't tell her right away, and then
she was mad I wasn't giving our relationship the 'recognition' it
deserved. She was a bitch to me from then on, always making little comments
about how Danny and Jake were 'so cute together,' or how Jake was 'such a
gentleman,' or 'how deep their connection was.' It was frustrating, but
what threw me over the edge was when she told me what happened at Danny's
18th birthday party, just a few weeks before school started and we met.

Apparently, Danny's little group of close friends got an older sibling to
buy them alcohol, and they threw him a party at Mike's house. They'd been
playing truth or dare, and when Danny chose truth, someone asked him if he
was a virgin, to which he said yes. Jake got to ask Danny then, and he
asked him if he'd ever kissed anyone, and to everyone's surprise, except
Rachel who knew everything about her best friend for ten years, he said
no. Everyone had been drinking, and Danny, being his first time, was really
tipsy with very little alcohol, and when it was Rachel's turn, she dared
Jake, who was forced to pick dare after having only chosen truth before,
(which was how everyone found out he wasn't a virgin and he's slept with
more than five guys - how many, he didn't say) to kiss Danny.

Jake was obviously more experienced with alcohol, and managed to hold
himself back from showing his excitement, saying they were best friends, it
would be weird, and Danny probably wouldn't want to anyway, but then
everyone turned to Danny, who threw his arms in the air drunkenly and said,
"why the hell not? It'll be my birthday present."

Everyone laughed, but Jake didn't waste time, throwing himself onto Danny,
grabbing his face with both hands tenderly, looking deeply into his eyes,
and said, "happy birthday," right before kissing him.

Using all the self-restraint he possessed, Jake made it a short kiss, but
then Rachel spoke up, saying that wasn't a real kiss, and it should last
for at least one full minute. Jake then reclaimed Danny's lips and thrust
his tongue in, and they made out for a full minute. After that, Jake pulled
back quickly, realizing he'd just fucked up, showing everyone how he really
felt about his best friend, but Danny was so drunk he just smiled, laid
back on his seat on the couch and fell asleep.

The next morning, Danny had a massive hang-over and didn't remember the
kiss, for which Jake was thankful and at the same time extremely pissed, at
himself more than anything, and he asked everyone that'd been at the party
not to say anything. It'd been just their small group of close friends, so
they agreed, and Danny never knew about it.

After hearing that story, though, I was so livid with jealousy, having
thought I'd been his first kiss, that I wanted to punch Jake, but I knew
that'd make Danny really mad at me, so I stopped myself.

A few days later, though, Danny and I had been dating for two months, and
there was a party in the woods, where they'd built a bonfire to celebrate
our team, me included, had won the last game of the football season.

I was really pent up after winning, I was feeling the buzz after a couple
of beers, and when Danny arrived at the party with Rachel, I pulled him off
to the side and started kissing him.

Danny squirmed away from me and he grimaced.

"What's the matter?" I asked, snaking an arm around his waist, but he
pushed me away.

"You're drunk," he said, accusingly. "It's disgusting."

"I'm just celebrating. Don't you wanna celebrate with me? I was the hero
tonight. Didn't you see the touchdown I scored? Huh? Jake didn't score
any."

"What does that have to do with anything? What are you even talking about?"
he asked.

"I'm just saying, I played better than him tonight. I always play better
than him. I'm better. I'm hotter than him, I'm a better player, and I'm
your boyfriend, not him. Doesn't that turn you on?" I grabbed him around
the waist again, and he was looking at me like I was crazy. "I'm the star
player right now, doesn't that turn you on? It turns me on, and I think I
deserve a reward for that." I grabbed his ass with both hands then and
squeezed.

Next thing I knew, he pushed me back so hard that I stumbled and fell hard
on my ass.

"Motherfucker!" I screamed.

"Stop it!" Danny begged, his eyes watering. "You're drunk, Steven. Why
don't we talk tomorrow? I'm leaving."

"You whore!" I yelled before I could stop myself. Danny froze there for a
few seconds, and then he turned to look at me with a shocked expression on
his beautiful face.

"What did you say?" he whispered.

"I called you a whore," I said, getting up and standing over him. "Don't
you think for a second you're fooling me, or anyone else. I know what
you're doing behind my back. You're gonna go see him right now, aren't
you?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked, genuinely shocked.

"Jake!" By that point I knew I should stop talking, but I was drunk, and I
was still pissed as hell after hearing Rachel's story. "You lied to me!"

"What are you talking about?" he repeated, getting frustrated.

"You said the first time I kissed you it was your first kiss, but Rachel
told me what happened at your birthday party three months ago. It was him!
You kissed Jake before me!"

Danny's face went from frustration to understanding. Then, to my utter
dismay, he smiled and took his hand to his lips with a dreamy look in his
eyes. "I thought it'd been a dream," he whispered.

Watching the immense happiness it brought to his face to remember Jake had
kissed him first and not me, my heart broke into a million pieces, and all
I had in that moment was rage.

"Fuck you!" I screamed. Good thing the music was blasting at the party so
no one heard me. "You're a lying piece of shit, and you're a whore! I never
wanna see you again, we're done!"

Danny looked so genuinely hurt, and his eyes welled up with tears so fast
that my heart broke again, but then he balled his hand into a fist and
pushed me in the gut with such incredible strength I doubled over in pain.

"You're an asshole!" he yelled at me, tears streaming down his face. "You
have no right to say any of those things to me. That happened weeks before
I met you, and I've never once gone behind your back, but fine, you wanna
break up with me? Suit your fucking self! See who else cares enough to wait
for you to get your fucked up head in order."

The he took off, and I fell to the ground and cried like a baby.

* * *

After that embarrassing episode, I tried to pretend I didn't care, but then
I got drunk again a week later and accidentally outed myself in front of
everyone, earned myself a punch in the face, this time from Jake, and was
now sitting next to Danny in the most uncomfortable silence ever.

"Is there something wrong here?" asked Mr. Harris, stopping by mine and
Danny's desk before starting his lecture.

"No, Mr. Harris, everything's fine," Danny said politely, but I just looked
down at my hands on the desk.

"Are you sure?" he asked both of us. "You've improved a lot, Mr. Price," he
said to me, "so if you wanted to change partners, that would be okay."

"Yes, please!" I said, a little too loud and too eagerly, cause everyone
stopped talking and turned to look at me.

"Alright, then," Mr. Harris said, trying to ignore the awkwardness of it
all. "You can go sit next to Mr. Jensen, third row, middle seat."

"Thank you," I said, taking my backpack and quickly walking to my new seat.

I thought, thank goodness, this day won't be as bad as I thought, but then
I saw my new partner and cringed.

"Hey, partner," he said with a wicked smile. "We're gonna have so much fun
together."

Shit. Ian.

I tried to smile back, but I'm pretty sure it was unsuccessful, so I just
sat down, took my notebook out of my backpack, and started taking notes as
Mr. Harris started his lecture.

Ian was dutifully listening to class too, but from the corner of my eye I
could tell he was looking back at me every now and then and smirking. He
was having fun watching me twitch uncomfortably.

After class, I started packing my things, and Ian did the same.

"Hey," he said, stopping me with a hand on my arm as I started walking out.

"What?" I said, nervous someone would see us talking and assume something.

"I meant what I said earlier." I looked at him quizzically. "If you want,
we can have a lot of fun together. It doesn't have to mean anything." He
gave me a look as if to say 'think about it,' and walked out.

I stood there on the door to the classroom, watching Ian walk away, when
someone cleared their throat behind me.

"Excuse me," I heard Danny's beautiful voice. My heart immediately started
beating faster. Maybe he realized he'd made a mistake? Maybe he broke up
with Jake and wants to get back together with me? Then my hopes were
crushed when he added, "I need to get through," and I realized I was in his
way. I was literally in his way out the door, just like I'd been in his way
of getting together with Jake just two weeks ago. I moved aside so he could
walk past me, and I couldn't help the rush of jealousy that overtook me as
I saw him walk right towards Jake, who was standing outside our classroom
waiting for him. Danny hugged him, Jake gave him a sweet kiss on his
temple, and he took Danny's hand in his as they started walking away to
their next class. What was even worse was the fact that neither one of them
even looked back at me. Danny didn't give me an 'I miss you' glance over
his shoulder, or Jake an 'I'm watching you' glare. They were truly over
me. I'd been nothing but a tiny bump in their path they'd finally gotten
over. They honestly didn't give two shits about me.

Suddenly, I was overcome with rage.

Fine, I thought, if Danny's over me, then I need to be over him
too. A.S.A.P. I have to get a girlfriend. Except, that would take too
long. Girls are too much effort. Ian, on the other hand, is ready to go
right now. Fine, Ian it is.

"Ian!" I found myself calling before I could stop myself. He was kind of
far away by now, the fast-walking little fucker, but he still heard me and
stopped in his tracks. He turned to me and raised his brows. I jogged up to
him and he looked like he wanted to laugh, but he refrained himself.

"Yes?" he said with an amused tone.

"Uhm? I was thinking? I wouldn't be opposed to having some fun? if, like
you said, it didn't have to mean anything."

He smiled. His teeth were really straight, and white. He had a sexy smile
too. "Sure," he said with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Meet me at
lunch. You know where." He walked away.

Fuck. What did I get myself into?

* * *

After gym class, I went into the locker room to change, having second
thoughts about meeting Ian as soon as I got out of there, and as I was
reaching my locker, I expected an awkward run-in with Danny again, but when
I looked to my right where his locker was, someone else was changing in
front of it.

"Hey," I said to the guy. "What are you doing? That's Danny's locker."

"Not anymore," he said disinterestedly, "we switched. He's on the other
side of the room now, next to his boyfriend."

I ground my teeth and my nose flared. Fuck it, I had to meet Ian. See if he
could get my mind off Danny. He was sexy too, in a different, more
effeminate way, and he didn't have Danny's big, round, firm, juicy-looking
ass, but he was sexy none-the-less.

I changed as fast as possible, slammed my locker shut, and pretended not to
look at Danny and Jake changing next to each other as I walked past their
lockers on my way out.

I made a bee-line to the bathrooms, where I knew Ian would be, and he was
leaning on the wall next to the door, and he went in as soon as he saw me
approaching.

I went in right behind me, and I was about to turn the lock when he put his
small delicate hand on my wrist and stopped me.

"Not today, my friend," he said. "It's school hours. People need to pee."
He chuckled to himself, grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the big stall
at the very back. That one he did lock.

He leaned his backpack against the wall, put the seat down on the toilet,
and sat down.

"Come on," he said, motioning for me to get closer. "Don't be shy. Show it
to me."

That sentence alone made my dick go from half hard to full mast.

I was really nervous, but I was turned on as hell, so I dropped my backpack
next to his, and started unbuckling my pants.

"Nu-uh," Ian said, swatting my hands away and taking hold of mine half-open
fly. "Let me." He pulled my zipper down, and then he grabbed my pants,
along with my underwear, with one hand on each side and pulled them all the
way down to my ankles. "Oh, yeah," he said, grabbing my dick with both
hands.

His hands were so small he needed both of them to cover the shaft, and the
head still popped out.

"You've got a big dick, Steven," he said, looking at it as if in a
trance. "Has anyone ever told you that? It's long and thick." He slapped it
against his own face. It was a hot fucking sight. "And it tastes really
good, too," he said, and he stuck his tongue out and licked the slit, where
there was precum starting to ooze out. I moaned.

He slowly bathed my entire dick with saliva, licking it from base to tip
with long swipes of his tongue, then slowly started putting it in his
mouth. I closed my eyes and threw my head back.

What he was doing felt amazing, but I couldn't get past the feeling of
guilt. The first time in had been spontaneous, out of the blue, but this
time it had been predetermined on my part. I had told him I wanted it, I'd
had time to think about it and change my mind, but I didn't - I came here
and willingly let him put my dick in his mouth. How could I explain this?
The excuse I was telling myself was wearing thin. This wasn't just
experimenting anymore, I had willingly chosen a guy to do this with, and
not only was I enjoying it, I found this guy sexy. A guy.

At that moment, Ian succeeded in swallowing my dick to the root, and all
thoughts were momentarily interrupted as he started sucking. He was
hollowing his cheeks and wetly sucking up and down my dick, bobbing a few
times and focusing on the head before plunging down and taking me in his
throat again.

I was really getting into it, moaning with my eyes rolling to the back of
my head when I heard the door to the bathroom open, and I immediately
thought to get my dick back in my pants and get the hell out of there, but
Ian held fast, grabbing my ass with both hands when he sensed I was about
to move, and he swung his legs up onto the toilet seat, so if anyone cared
to look under the partition, they'd only see me.

I heard the guy's footsteps getting close, but then they stopped, and I
heard him start to piss into the urinal as Ian's head kept bobbing up and
down my shaft.

Then the peeing stopped, the urinal flushed as he stepped away, and I
expected to hear the water on the sink as he washed his hands, but there
was nothing. Silence.

Then I freaked out as I realized he was probably trying to figure out what
was going on in the last stall, cause Ian was making light sucking and
gurgling noises as he sucked me. They were barely noticeable, but he would
definitely hear them if he was paying attention, so I put my hand on the
back of Ian's neck and stopped him from moving. He kept using his tongue to
lick all around my shaft and the little sensitive spot right under the
head, but his head didn't move. I had to bite my tongue not to make any
noise, but it seemed to work, cause a few seconds later, the guy washed his
hands and walked out.

"Holy shit!" I whispered, "That was close!"

Ian chuckled around my cock but never stopped sucking. After about a
minute, though, I felt myself getting close. Ian's expert skills, added to
the thrill of almost getting caught, made me cum so hard and so much Ian
had to work over-time to swallow it all in time. He was happy to comply,
though, and he left me clean and shiny after licking me off and swallowing
all the creamy cum I gave him.

"That was hot," he said, licking his lips. "We should do it again some
time." I let out a shaky laugh and pulled my pants and underwear up my
shaky legs. He got up, grabbed his backpack and unlocked the stall, but
then I grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Hold on a second," I told him. "What does this mean?"

"Whatever you want it to mean," he said, and I could tell he meant to leave
it that, but he must have seen the lost look on my face, cause he let out a
tired sigh.

"Look," he said, "this doesn't mean you're gay, if that's what you're
asking. Maybe it does, but maybe it doesn't. The only thing that's for sure
right now is that you're confused. If you wanna keep doing this and find
out for sure, I'm all for it, but if you wanna stop, that's fine with me
too."

"You mean? you're okay with this?" I asked. "I mean? sucking me off and not
getting anything in return?"

He shrugged. "I like doing it, in case you hadn't noticed. I really enjoy
it, and I know better than to ask you to return the favor and freak you
out.  I'd be willing to continue this if you wanted."

"So, assuming I said yes, that would be it? You wouldn't expect me to do
anything to you? You wouldn't, you know? get your hopes up?"

Ian snorted. "I'm not looking to date you if that's what you're asking. I
don't date guys who're in the closet. I told you before, we can fun
together - I'll have sex with you - but it doesn't have to mean anything."

"Does that mean we could??"

"Fuck?" Ian offered. I blushed, but nodded. "Yes." My dick twitched. Ian
laughed. "You just think about it alright? I'll see you after school." He
left the stall and turned and winked at me before going out of the
bathroom.

If he's as talented in bed as he's with his mouth, I thought, there's no
way I'm not getting some of that ass.