The next day, I pulled a fitted gray t-shirt from a hanger. It was new, and when I got it home, it felt just slightly too tight. But now, as I looked at myself in the mirror, I could see that it accentuated my chest and showed off my abs. Fuck, but it looked good. Under the jeans, I wore a pair of pouched underwear that lifted my balls and caused my bulge to be just a little more noticeable. I just hoped that I wouldn’t be sent home to change. Hell, some of those sluts at school wore clothes that showed way more. I hope I was safe on that account.
At school, I could feel a few more eyes than usual giving me the once over, but no one said anything except John. He and I had taken a brief break from meeting up since he had to help his grandfather on our usual meeting day, and we hadn’t reformulated another plan.
“You trying to get Todd to notice you?” John asked me.
That reminded me that I hadn’t done anything about John’s situation. “Todd has noticed me,” I said. “I just don’t want him to forget me.” I smiled.
“No one’s going to forget you. That shirt makes you look like a body builder.”
“That’s the idea,” I replied. “Right now, I’ve got something to do before class. Wish me luck.”
“You’re not going to need any luck, my friend.” He grinned.
I headed toward the cafeteria. I knew that a lot of jocks spent time there before class started. I walked in and scanned the room. I didn’t see Todd, but he was not the object of my search. I was hunting for Juan Ramirez. And there he was, at a table with a couple of the football players. I really didn’t know what John saw in him. He was just an average looking guy who played baseball really well.
Here goes, I thought. I walked over to the group of three guys. Juan and Steve Petterson looked over at me. “Do you have a second, Juan?”
“Sure,” he replied.
I noticed that his eyes kept darting from me to Steve and then to the door.
“It won’t take but a minute,” I added.
“Elliott and I need to check with Myerson, anyway,” said Steve. “See ya.”
The two of them left and I was standing alone with Juan. “So, Juan, I have a few questions that you can answer to help me out with a sociology project.”
He stared at me; in fact, his eyes bore into me. I could hear the sound of the air conditioning system turn on. I felt a knot form in my stomach. “I’ve heard you have a girlfriend who lives out of town.”
One of his eyebrows raised up.
“Long distance relationships are often difficult,” I said.
Juan shifted positions and looked down.
“I mean, especially for guys our age who need a sexual release on a regular basis.” I smiled, trying to sound scientific. “For instance, you can’t get your dick sucked when your partner is living a hundred miles away, right?”
“True.” His head did a slight nod. “You telling me that you want to suck my dick?” Juan grinned.
“Me? No. Not at all.”
“Then get to the fucking point?”
“Hey, man. Just chill.” I lowered my voice. “Listen to what I’m saying before you answer. And you don’t have to answer now. You can think about it. Some guys, I’m not saying you, have girlfriends that no one ever meets because they don’t really have girlfriends. They say they do in order to hide a secret.”
I saw Juan go slightly pale, but I continued. “These guys might be missing an opportunity to have a friendship with someone who finds them very attractive, but would keep the secret.”
Juan just continued to look at me. I saw panic in his eyes. I’d blown it. Juan would never want to meet him now. I took a deep breath. “I know someone, Juan, who thinks you are wonderful. He’d give anything just to be your friend.”
I thought I saw a flash of anger cross Juan’s face.
“You can trust me Juan. No one knows about this conversation, and I wouldn’t say anything to anyone about anything you say to me.”
“It could mean my scholarship.” His voice growled, low, full of fear. “It’s different for those theater guys.”
“I know,” I told him. “One day, it’ll be OK for all of us.”
“You?” He paused. “You… you’re…”
“I am,” I whispered.
“But Emily said,” he looked around and lowered his voice, “that you were a great fuck and one of the best she’s ever had.”
I whispered back. “I was,” I paused, considering how to respond, “still confused then.”
“And the other girls?”
“There were no other girls,” I said.
“Just guys?”
I smiled. “Just one; and the ones in my head. I bet you’ve had a few of those.”
He smiled for the first time since we started our talk. “So what can you tell me about this friend of yours?”
“He’s your biggest fan.”
The first bell rang.
“What else?” asked Juan.
“He’s cute. How about I take him to meet you after school? We can walk up to you, and I’ll introduce you. If you want me to leave alone, just tell me to go away.” I smiled.
“I’ll be right outside the library after school today. I need to find a book for some fucking report in English class. Gotta go.” With that, Juan Ramirez got up and walked out of the cafeteria.
The second bell rang. I headed to history class.
That afternoon, I got home at five-thirty. My mother commented on my sweaty appearance and told me to get my ass in the shower because she expected me at the dinner table clean and properly attired at six prompt. I hurried to my room, stripped, and jumped into the shower. My mind went straight to thoughts about that afternoon, and my dick immediately sprang into action. Not now, I thought, but my boner would not relax.
I used conditioner and began to slide my hand up and down. I thought about Todd, and I swear that my cock was longer than it had been in the past. Harder, too. When I came, I had to grab the handrail. I was honestly dizzy.
Worried that I might have lost track of time, I rushed to wash, using extra soap to make sure to wash away the odor of cum. My hair was still damp when I walked into the dining room at a few minutes before six. I was wearing two pairs of underwear (my dick just didn’t want to stay flaccid), and some baggy athletic shorts. I wished that I had an oversized tee, but I wore a plaid short-sleeved shirt and left the top two buttons and the bottom button open. I’m sure that I looked like a bum, but I was clean and so were my clothes. My mother said nothing, and no one noticed my discomfort at having bound my boner, except me, of course.
My mother dominated the conversation at dinner as she droned on and on about some HOA problem that she and several of the neighbors had been discussing. My father agreed with her assessment of the situation, and, although I should have been paying attention, I wanted to get back to my room and text Todd. After finishing my chicken piccata, I asked to be excused. My parents nodded, and I was back in my room with the door locked within thirty seconds of leaving the table.
I rushed over to my phone and saw that John had texted me to call him. I took the time to send Todd a message: Enjoyed playing video games this afternoon. Let’s do it again soon.
We hadn’t played video games, but we had both agreed that we would use that as an excuse to spend time together. I called John to find out how things had gone for him.
He immediately thanked me. “JD, I cannot tell you how much I appreciate what you did for me. After you introduced me to Juan, and he told you to get lost, I was sure that things were not going to go well. But then he told me that those were the secret words to let you know that he wanted to talk to me alone.
“So after you left, he told me that he knew who I was and that he agreed with you that I was cute. That was a little embarrassing, but he thought it was cute that I was embarrassed by that.
“Anyway, he said that because it had rained, he wasn’t going to have practice. He said he could give me a ride home, if I wanted.
“Of course I wanted. We talked a little bit on the way to the parking lot, and I found out that he’d been staying most nights at his grandparents’ farm. I told him that I’d love to see it, and he said we could go there before he took me home.
“Oh, JD, it was wonderful. His grandparents are gone, and his mother hates farming, so the farm is going to be his when he turns twenty-one. He wants to live there after college if he can get a job here in town. He told me that he loves to bale hay, and he’s actually selling it to other people. I let him know that I love taking take care of the little garden that my grandparents have.”
John laughed. “You should see the size of the garden at his farm. It’s huge. He told me that if I needed more space, he could plow it up to get it ready for the spring. He’ll be doing more baseball stuff in the spring, so he won’t have time to take care of it. We walked out toward the barn, and he was talking about how much he loved being on the farm as a kid, and he just looked so handsome that I kissed him.”
There was a pause. John had been talking non-stop the entire time. The silence on the other end made me draw in a breath.
“And?” I asked.
“He kissed me back. Oh, JD. Kissing you was fun, but kissing Juan was like… I don’t know the word for it other than to say it was wonderful. Rubbing our tongues together was incredible. He kissed my chin and my neck and my ear. He reached down and rubbed my dick. He told me that he wanted to suck me. He wanted to suck me. Me. I could almost cry thinking about it. We went into the house. We took our clothes off, and wow. He has the most incredible body. His dick isn’t as big as yours.”
“You didn’t tell him that, did you?”
“No, of course not. He pushed me onto the bed and then began to kiss me all over and when he put my dick into his mouth, it was all I could not to come right away. I made him stop after a bit so that I could suck him, and then we took turns until I came. He swallowed everything, so I did the same to him. It was wonderful. We are going to spend the whole day together there on Saturday.
“And I owe it all to you.”
He sounded stopped up as if he were crying. “You deserve to be happy. I’m glad it’s working out.”
“I need to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.” The call ended.
I had some French homework to finish, and I quickly wrote the answers to the questions about a monkey on a bicycle before stripping down and getting into bed. I closed my eyes and let my brain relive my events of the afternoon. John wasn’t the only one who had a great after school meeting.
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