Unwillingly Outed

I was outed in the 9th grade by some jerk classmates that only assumed I was gay and with no proof as well. That’s when the bullying started, I was never included anymore, I was the brunt of jokes and made fun of daily, I really hated my life. In reality I hated them, and it was not me, but it took some wise teacher to point that out to me, luckily it also wasn’t too late for me. After several after school sessions and a lot of tears I finally officially came out, at least to my true friends first, and somehow I had the teaching staff support, the bullying subsided but didn’t end, gradually I gained respect from most of my classmates, then the tough one, I told my parents. They were actually relieved, as it explained my actions and moods over the past year to them, their support put me over the top.

 Fast forward to present senior year, the best thing I ever did was officially come out, ok, even if I was outed by others before I admitted it to myself. I had a class with Ben, Ben was one of those dicks back in the 9th grade, but at least he talks to me now and try’s to be a friend. I say try’s because I really wasn’t sure what his motive actually was. We wound up in a group project together, along with Maggie, we met at the library to do some preliminary work. We decided our outline, assigned each other various tasks, and spent the next week on our assignments. The following Friday we met at Ben’s house after school to assemble the various parts, type it up, and review it for presentation the following week. We only got part way done by about 9 pm Friday night. We tried to arrange to finish Saturday morning, but Maggie was headed out of town with her family for the weekend, so we took all the work and Ben and I decided we’d try to finish it off on Saturday morning ourselves and hope we could squeeze in a practice run on Monday, hoping we weren’t called to present it till later in the week.

 I showed at Bens house about 10 am, I rang the bell 3 or 4 times, to no answer, I tried knocking, unfortunately I didn’t know his phone number so I couldn’t call. Just as I was about to head back toward town for a soda and hope I could stop back later, the door opened. Ben apologizing, as he was wiping the sleep out of his eyes, his blond mop top hair was flopped all over his head as he apologized further, saying he snuck out after we left last night and went to a party. He stood in the doorway, but worse he was only wearing some flannel sleep pants and he was shirtless. He squinted in the bright sunlight, scratched his ass cheek, pulling the door open and inviting me in. Man seeing him shirtless got me going, I never realized how developed his chest and back was, seeing him only in his clothes before, he was just another skinny kid, but man he had beautiful tight pecks and at least a cute set of 8 pack abs in that skinny frame. He turned away to walk inside, his winged shoulder blades led into a back valley exposing his bumpy backbone, and tight, nicely toned, back muscles. His sleep pants lay just below his hip bones exposing ever so slightly the top of his ass crack that was just below 2 beautiful back dimples between his waistband and back. He headed toward the kitchen and began to make coffee saying his parents were both working today, he asked if I wanted some, I declined but asked for a glass of ice water instead. He turned back toward me, his front crotch pouch was full and protruding slightly outward from the plane of his stomach and legs. Yes his dick was tenting the material outward from the rest of him. Damn he was looking hot. Now this guy knew that I was gay, and he was one of my worst enemies in my earlier school years, what did he think he was doing? I tried not to lust after his hot half naked body, as I sat polishing off my first glass of water. I stood to head to the fridge to fill my glass back up, when I realized I had an obvious boner going myself. He headed toward me to grab the glass from me to get me some more as I put my left hand in my pocket to try to conceal it. He filled and handed me the full glass back, saying man I guess you were thirsty. By then his coffee was brewed, he poured a cup for himself, turned and we headed up to his room.

 I sat at his desk and laptop as I began shuffling the papers that were still sitting in the same order we left them in last night. He put his coffee on the nightstand and flopped back onto his bed with his hands interlocked behind his head, exposing his upper arm muscle bulges and his blonde curly armpits, his smooth chest and stomach was now stretched into a less strong, less muscular, more lanky shape, and believe it or not his waistband was even lower exposing a cute outstretched belly button and a small tuft line of fine blonde fuzz leading into the waistband, as he lay there complaining he was still tired. I tried to tell him we should get to work. Just then I saw his feet and ankles just inches from me, now I was never much for feet, but I wanted these feet, they were perfectly shaped from the heals into the curved arch with the skinny toes each with a space between each of them, damn the whole package was making me hotter. In one way I just wish he would get up and get dressed, in another way I wanted to coax him into better positions so as to see more, but we had to finish this damn project.

 I turned away and started typing and converting those sloppy hand written notes, as Ben slipped off to sleep, now I’m feeling pissed and used, as I look back at his half naked body that I found myself staring at more than typing, watching his chest rise and fall with each breath. I wanted to just touch it with my palm and slide my hand around on it, I wanted to squeeze those slightly plump nipples on those rock hard pecks, I put my hand on my crotch and gave my junk a tug or two, and began rubbing through my pants. Damn I got to stop this and get back to work, I thought.

 Frustrated, I quietly rolled the chair alongside the bed, and was overly tempted to reach out and touch him, thinking of excuses if he caught me, figuring I could pretend and say I was trying to wake him up. I reached out my hand and hovered over his chest before gradually lowering it, lightly touching his chest, it was warm and smooth, as I slid up closer to his nipple then my index finger touched it, and slid over the slightly hard point. By now I was rock hard, and yet no apparent movement from Ben, he was out cold. I slid down towards his navel and ran my finger over and through the peach fuzz, being ever so soft in my touch so as not to wake him, driving me more insane. About that time I noticed some movement in his crotch. Was his dick reacting to my sensitive touch? But still no movement from Ben’s lifeless body. I took the chance, I went further, while watching his face I lifted my fingers over his fly flap and gently spread the top section above the snap apart, just enough to see that shaft base of that glorious prize inside. I separated it more by unsnapping the snap, now allowing full view of his hardening dick, now pointing up toward his navel. It appeared much larger than I had imagined. Again while watching his face, I gently touched each side of his shaft with my thumb and forefinger. It was smooth and hot, but hard as I slid the skin gently up and down over the seemingly stationary muscle membrane beneath. I took my forefinger and ran it from the base up along the underside all the way to the head where I encircled the rim before sliding back over the top to feel some slimy pre cum oozing from the slit.

 Suddenly there was a slight jerk of his hips and then his head turned away as his arm came toward his side , he apparently was just repositioning, as his lips gently bit down in movement. I froze in my position after pulling my hand away quickly leaving his fly spread apart open and that shaft and head was still exposed. Yet he was still apparently sound asleep. I took another chance, I loosened my belt, put my hand into my waistband and began stroking myself, as I watched his exposed body parts getting me boiling hot with lust. I just imagined ravaging him as he lay there, but I couldn’t bring myself to go any further, let alone get caught, but the thoughts running through my head brought me to a cum filled climax as my member began throbbing in my pants coating my briefs with hot slimy cum, I quickly slid back to the desk readjusting my belt as I took a gulp of water and began typing away.

 Then I yelled his name “Ben!” And he staggered back awake, I didn’t dare turn around, but said “man you planning on helping me here?” As he then stood up, came over apologetically, realizing his snap came undone and adjusting his junk as he re-snapped himself up right in front of me, mentioning he thinks he just had a weird dream that got him a bit hot and bothered. I giggled and said “oh yeah, tell me about it”, embarrassed, he said “nah you don’t want to know”. I glanced at his crotch and he was definitely still hard as he picked up the papers and sat in the folding chair next to the desk and began narrating the project to me as I typed away.

 After we finished up, he suggested we head into town for a burger and fries. He left to dress in the bathroom. Once we ordered he began to question me a bit personally on my sexuality very unexpectedly, and I may have imagined it, but it seemed to be that he also might be questioning his own somewhat. I was shocked to hear this asshole homophobe that gave me such a hard time back in the 9th grade might actually also be questioning his own sexuality. I tried to pry a bit and looked for an opportunity to ease into it more, when I brought up his dream. So on the trip back to his house, he was slightly embarrassed, when after me egging him on, he began to say he thought someone, maybe me, as I was the only one in the room, was touching him in a sensual way, it was just a dream, but it was hot and he wanted more. As we approached the door to his house I went in to get my stuff, I abruptly turned to him and said like this? And I grabbed his crotch and closed my eyes expecting to get hit in the face, but he just stood there and said yes, just like that. Then he reached out and touched my crotch and I was hard, I opened my eyes and he was smiling, but neither of us stopped, we both kept massaging each other’s balls through our pants. I said I bet you have a nice dick, when he asked me if I wanted to see it, I nodded my head in agreement, he pulled from my grip and opened his fly and whipped out a hard on and balls over his underwear. There it was in all its glory, as I never before, but instinctively fell to my knees. Without thinking or asking, I slid my mouth right over that fine still hardening shaft, as he dropped his head back in pleasure, and leaned against the back of a chair. I sucked like a pro going down on him, like the best that porno’s taught me to. I began to let my hands explore his nut sack, he began moaning, and the best I could tell, enjoying every minute of it. He announced he was Cumming and I pulled off as he began jerking himself, finally Cumming all over my face. I smiled and stared up for his reaction, with a smile on his face he zipped back up, tossed me a paper towel handed me my books and project notes and Ben never mentioned it again, but I loved every minute of it and thought what his friends could think if they ever knew what he just did. Now I had revenge but I took the high road and kept it between us.