John and I

by Break

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 We waited a few more minutes before returning to class with the machinery Pearson had requested. “What about the paperwork I asked you to get?” He asked us.

John looked at me sort of panicked. “The copier got jammed. They said they would send the forms next period with one of their TAs,” I lied smoothly. “Nora said to call her to remind her by the end of 5th”.

Pearson grumbled something unintelligible under his breath, and John and I were home free. We didn't talk much the rest of that class. I think we were both kind of freaked out about what happened. I know I was.

The rest of that week we avoided the topic. I was too scared that he would hate me. I found out later he was kind of scared of me. Scared of what I signified.

Life went on until Winter Break. It was 2 weeks of absolutely nothing to do at my house. I couldn't stop thinking about what John and I had done. What I had done. A lot of my break I spent in my room, trying to figure out what it meant. Was I gay?

Now that I had popped my cherry (so to speak) I was curious about what else was out there. I started browsing gay porn sites, and though I enjoyed what I found, it didn't do it for me. Not really. It was in a semi unrelated search for a specific fanfiction that I discovered Gaydemon. I don't think I left my room at all for the next few days.

My parents left me alone, and my siblings didn't care. I was kind of a loner in the house anyways. I was fascinated by all of these coming out stories, these journeys of self discovery. They really spoke to me and helped me figure out who I was in a way porn or pedia articles or blog posts never could.

I enjoyed sex with men. Or at least with John. But I still felt attracted to women. Still fantasized about them. I liked both and felt aroused by both. Armed with this newfound knowledge, I made up my mind to talk to John next time I saw him. To really try and figure out what had happened between us, and what could happen in the future.

Second semester had officially begun. First day of school I volunteered us to help rearrange the new equipment Welding was getting. It was a project that excused us from the first few periods of the day. We shut off Minecraft and went to get started. Really I just wanted to talk to him, I was sick of the awkwardness.

“Hey, this needs to go in storage before we can bring the new one in.” I grunted, attempting to lift what looked like a medieval torture device. I managed to get it in a good grip and gestured for him to climb the ladder. Once John was up there I lifted it up to him, sighing in relief.

“Ok it's up here”. He called down.

Before he could get a chance to come down I followed him up there, so fast I lost my balance and almost fell once I reached the top. Laughing at myself a little, I said; “Can we talk?”

“Yeah, we can talk”. He said, sitting down on the floor.

I sat across from him, leaning against the wall. I hardly knew where to start. I didn't have to.

“Why did you do it?” He asked. I shrugged. “I guess because I wanted to. Because it felt like something I needed.”

“You needed to suck my dick?” He asked, eyebrow raised.

“No, to get the feelings off my chest. I just felt like if I kept it a secret any longer, I was going to explode”.

“So you're gay? Am I?” He said to the floor.

“I can't answer that,” I told him honestly. “But I know that I liked what we did. And I know you did to”.

He groaned. “I wasn't supposed to. When you first whispered to me next to Zamora's class, I swore you were joking. But you didn't laugh, you didn't look back and shake your head. You just kept walking-”

“I was scared of what you would say-” I interjected.

“- and didn't even let me think enough to answer you” He finished sheepishly. “But you did answer me”. I pointed out. He nodded. He told me that he was intrigued. Both by the offer, but also by me. He told me that he was surprised by me. That I could be so open. Said that he respected that.

“Don't do that. Don't make it out to be something it wasn't. You could have gotten a blowjob from anyone, hell some of the girls in our class,” I said fiercely. “But you didn't”.

“No I didn't,” He said slowly. “I still won't. Not if I won't have to?”

I got what he was saying but I had to get it out in the open.

“You want to do it again?”

“Yeah…” He almost whispered. “And maybe some other stuff?”

We started off slow, trading handjobs or blowjobs. Once, sometimes twice a week during class. Always during class. I had done some searching online on how to prepare for more serious things, and had started carrying a condom in my backpack. I wasn't even sure I was ready, but I wanted to be.

Reality hit me with a curve ball.

Our school had block scheduling, so every Thursday, my fourth period was double the length. About an hour and a half long. This Thursday in particular I will always remember.

We sneaked off, not even bothering with a pretense (Our classmates just thought we were skipping class, not that we skipped together) and climbed the now familiar ladder to our space. We had cleaned it up, cleared the dustiness and laid a blanket he had brought from home over the back corner.

John started us off that time, laying me down on the blanket and crouching over me, pulling my cock out. I felt his hand rubbing over my thigh as his other hand played with my dick. Stroking it slowly, bringing it to attention. I felt his strong hand tighten it's grip, much to my pleasure.

I groaned as he jerked it, bringing my foreskin down past the flare of my head and down my shaft. His tongue flicking out to catch my precum. His hot breath was sending shivers down my body, blood pounding. Each heartbeat sending a pulse through my rigid cock.

“Aww fuck!” I called as he took me into his mouth. I felt the back of his throat surround the head of my cock, squeezing every  other stroke of his hot mouth. He pulled off, trailing his tongue as he went. He really improved, and his hands massaged my waist as he gently teased my balls with his lips. Sucking them in, one after the other. Getting rougher until I winced. He chuckled. The vibrations sent me on a wave of ecstasy. He climbed back up and took me into his mouth again.

Faster he rode my cock, letting me use his mouth as a pussy. I turned over so he was below me, and I fucked his mouth until the top of my dick slid into his throat. I moaned as I felt the slick, warm wetness engulf my hard 6 inches. He hummed with content as I slowly rocked back and forth, his hands on my butt for support.

I went on for another few minutes before he finally had to come up for air. When he did, I sighed my dissatisfaction. He took it in stride and turned me over so I was above him, but facing him. I felt like I knew what he was going to do, but I was no less surprised when I felt his tongue in between my cheeks. Glancing, prying. Probing.

“Ah, oh shit… oh God what is that?” I gasped as he worked his tongue over my hole, the feeling of smooth sandpaper reaching my most innermost place. “I saw this online... wanted to try it...” He managed to say between lavishing my hole in a hot tongue bath. It was nothing compared to what happened next. As I felt his tongue enter me I almost whinnied like a mare in heat, reaching around and shoving his head further into me. Trying to get more of him in me.

His tongue dashed in and out, teasing me until I couldn't speak. “Do you want me to keep going?” He asked, breathless.

I nodded and gasped. He went for it with gusto. His tongue slid in and out of me, leaving trails of fire behind. I hadn't ever played with my ass before, but this made me reconsider that choice. He reached around with his right hand to grip my cock, jerking it in time to his thrusts. His tongue going in as he jerked upwards, and retreating as he jerked back down. His left hand pulled my left butt cheek as far out as it would go, opening my hole for better access.

I was panting so hard, and my legs were trembling. I finally collapsed beside him, unable to keep my balance. He didn't skip a beat, flipping my legs above my shoulders and attacking my hole again. Punishing it with his rough tongue. I felt him kiss the inner slopes of my ass kneading it with his hands. I was so into it, I didn't notice when he reached for the condom in his back pocket. 

He let my legs go, taking my cock into his mouth once more. I jerked my hips upwards, as far as I could, to meet his mouth. He kept a hand on my stomach, keeping me from choking him. “Careful I don't want you going off yet”.

I felt his breath on my cock as he rose. The slightest stimulation and I was going to blow. I could feel it. He flicked the condom onto my chest.

“Put this on”.


Author's Note: sorry for the cliffhanger, but don't worry. Part 4 will be worth it.

by Break

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