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Lust, Simon

A Porn Parody

By John Valjean

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John Valjean

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Disclaimer: This book contains sexually explicit material and profanity. Please do not read further if these things offend you. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age of older.

 

This book is a work of fiction. The characters, events, and places portrayed in this book are products of the author’s imagination and are either fictitious or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intentional.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1: A Healthy, Normal, American Boy

Chapter 2: The Glorious Lesson

Chapter 3: Whatcha’ Got Cookin’?

Chapter 4: Boys and Their Toys

Chapter 5: If One is Fun, Then Why Not Two?

Chapter 6: Honey, That Was No Dream

Chapter 7: No More Waffling

Chapter 8: Little White Lies

Chapter 9: Some Gifts Can’t Be Returned

Chapter 10: Simon to the Rescue

Chapter 11: The Backstage Pass

Chapter 12: John Spears is One Hot Daddy

Chapter 13: Riding High

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Chapter 1: A Healthy, Normal, American Boy

My name is Simon Spears. I have a normal life in a normal suburban Atlanta town with my normal family. I mean, it’s a pretty normal life. I turned eighteen a few weeks ago, which has been kind of liberating because I think I’m starting to feel comfortable in my own skin for the first time in years. Comfortable, but not normal.

The person to whom I attribute any sense of confidence I might have is my mother, Emma, a psychologist who probably uses too much of her well-honed skills on her sons than she should. We call her out on it when she psychoanalyzes the minutiae (like when she wouldn’t let it go that my brother and I neglected to take the trash out after repeated requests). However, she is intelligent, open, and always knows when we are hurting. I can see it in her eyes when she’s not buying something from me. Sometimes she lets it slide, sometimes she doesn’t.

I get my quick wit from my handsome father, John, a retired quarterback from the Atlanta Falcons who has mastered the art of the Dad Joke as much as the rest of our family has mastered the Fake Laugh. Dad is good-natured, doesn’t come down entirely too hard on us, but still reins us in when he thinks my brother and I need it. He loves having a family. Sometimes I watch him looking around the table at dinner, unable to hide that he’s beaming with pride.

Neither of my parents was particularly skilled in the kitchen, which has not been a big deal in our household. My older brother Lee, who looked like a twenty-year-old version of our dad, found a love for cooking and baking by the time he was seven years old and has grown into a remarkable chef. Instead of rock stars and sports heroes, Lee idolized Food Network and PBS culinary personalities. Lee prepared the majority of our meals, which were by and large delicious beyond words. However, when a lot of cursing was going on in the kitchen, we knew there was potential that my brother would be serving us a gastronomic turd blossom.

And then, of course, there’s our dog, Badger. He’s your standard terrier, except that he takes abnormally large craps in the yard, which I have to pick up. If I don’t, I run the risk of more of Mom’s psychoanalysis.

Laura and Rick are my closest friends in the world, and I have very few memories of the three of us not knowing each other. We met in kindergarten and have grown tighter ever since. Laura Burke is the person who I have always been able to talk to about everything. Almost everything. If I’m discussing something I’m going through, it’s like she’s working out how to find the most perfect, comforting words before I’ve finished talking. I don’t want to imagine a world where she’s not in my life. Rick Eichner and I are close, but it’s definitely different than what I have with Laura. He’s not as expressive with his feelings, but that’s okay. When it’s just the two of us hanging out, we can laugh our asses off at the stupidest shit and sometimes that’s all I really need in the world.

Our trio became a quartet a few months ago. Gabby Sasso transferred to our high school and by chance sat at our table during lunch on her first day. Rick introduced himself to the incredibly attractive teenager, and we’ve been inseparable ever since. It was nuts because I would have been perfectly fine keeping things the way they were with Laura and Rick, but Gabby was like this long lost sister who fit so perfectly in our group, anyone would have thought we’d been friends for years. She was confident and smart, with a razor-sharp tongue. Guys stared at her like a piece of meat, but there was nothing arrogant about her demeanor. The only thing she seemed to care about since she came to Robinson High was finding a tight-knit group. It was meant to be.

So that’s my life in a nutshell. Pretty normal, right? Oh, there is one more thing about me: I’m gay.

Since I was fourteen years old, I knew I was attracted to the same sex. As far as I can tell, I’ve done a pretty good job of hiding it from my classmates, my friends, and my family. Last year I dated Jackie McClintock for a few months, but I broke things off as soon as she pushed me to go further than first base. I thought I was safe with her because she was always looking down her nose at the oversexed student body; I assumed she was the type that would want to wait before our relationship got overly physical.

I haven’t said anything to anybody about my sexual orientation. Not yet. Every time I feel like I’m getting the courage to come out, I think about my classmate Evan Hobbs getting taunted for being gay by Trenton Rivers and Skyler Hill, the class bullies. I regretted that I was able to hide in plain sight from their wrath, while Evan was forced to absorb their hate regularly.

“Simon!” Mom called from downstairs. “Breakfast is almost ready!”

I got up from my computer, where I was about to check into Pornhub before deleting my search history; I trusted my parents to an extent. Before I could tell my mother I would be right down, I caught a glimpse of Cory Powell getting out of his father’s truck across the street from our house. The former wrestler graduated from Robinson High three years ago and was now doing landscape work for his dad.

Cory was still in perfect shape. His body was lined with curved muscles, his blond hair was trim, and he always wore t-shirts and shorts that revealed his muscular physique. I must have pounded my meat to the image of Cory’s flawless body a hundred times in the last few years. As I got lost admiring him from my bedroom, he gave me a wave and my heart almost stopped. I waved back nervously just as my father opened the door wide.

“Breakfast is ready!” Dad said. “Unless you want to finish watching your porn?”

“Jeeze, Dad!” I yelped. “Boundaries, maybe! I wasn’t even… uh, I’ll be down in a minute.”

“I’ll let your mom and brother know,” Dad replied with a smile. He loved zinging me.

I came downstairs and saw that I still had a little over an hour before I had to pick up my friends before school. Lee prepared an impressive spread of pastries and gorgeously sliced fruit for us. Anything we didn’t eat was usually brought with him to class on what was his never-ending search for negative feedback. I grabbed a couple of blueberry muffins, threw them in a brown paper bag, and was on my way.

“Why are you heading out so early?” Mom asked.

“Uh… I saw an old classmate across the street and thought I’d say ‘hi’ or whatever,” I replied, walking out of the kitchen. “See you, guys. Smells delicious, Lee!”

“Wait!” Lee called out. “I made a compound butter for those.”

It was usually best not to turn around and feed into the preciseness of my brother’s food preparation. If I had gone back, he would have checked the temperature of my muffin, added more butter than I prefer, and then held me up even further by demanding to take photos of the completed project. It’s happened too many times.

As soon as I was on the porch, I spotted Cory blowing the leaves off of the Howards’ lawn. The family was away for the week to see Mrs. Howards’ mother, who has been ill for the past couple of years. Mom said that they expected that she wouldn’t make it through the end of the week. Our families have never been exceptionally close, but Mom said tragedies have a tendency to bring people together.

Cory looked up and gave me another friendly wave. I immediately started blushing. The guy had caught me checking him out twice in the last fifteen minutes. I walked across the street, and he turned off his leaf blower, before offering a pleasant welcome.

“Hey,” I said. “I don’t know if you remember me from high school. My name’s Simon. Simon Spears. Cool boots.”

“Yeah,” Cory said. “Didn’t you have, um, whatshisname for Algebra?”

“Mr. Tompkins,” I replied.

“That’s right,” Cory said. “Mr. Tompkins. I was just about to go to the backyard to finish with the leaves, you want to come with?”

“Sure,” I said.

Cory led the way, and I walked behind him, admiring his astonishingly rounded ass and thick legs. My cock was swelling with each step into the Howards’ backyard, which actually didn’t have any trees, just high bushes along the walls. The majority of the area was cement, with much of the space inhabited by a large pool and a stone fireplace. Though we were never invited, the Howards did a fair amount of entertaining, so I wasn’t surprised by the extravagance of their yard.

“Not too many leaves out here,” I noticed.

“Yeah, I just wanted to get you back here where we could have some privacy, uhhhh…” Cory replied.

“Simon,” I said.

“That’s right,” Cory said with a tiny laugh. “Honestly, I don’t recognize you at all, Simon. But do you know what I did recognize?”

“What?” I asked.

“That look,” Cory answered with half a grin. He brought his hand up to his left pec and gave it a squeeze. “The one you gave me upstairs in your bedroom. It was the same one you were giving me on your porch.”

“I… uh… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied. Shit. My face felt like it was going to burst open. I could only imagine how red it was.

“It’s cool, Simon,” Cory said. “I get it all the time. Usually from lonely housewives. Or even lonely househusbands. It’s good for business because it usually means a few more bucks in my pocket, steady work, or both. I don’t get enough people my own age staring at me the way you were though. It’s refreshing to be wanted by someone younger.”

“Maybe… I should just… uh…” I stammered.

“Come on, Simon,” Cory said, starting his bargain. “What do you got to lose? How much time do you have before school starts?”

“An hour,” I answered.

“Then we’d better hurry,” he said, stepping closer to me.

Pulling my backpack from my shoulder, Cory didn’t bother to try to continue any further negotiations. I probably would have kept things awkward, and he was aware the clock was ticking. Off went my jacket and then he reached for the bottom of my hoodie. I lifted my arms up like a six-year-old being undressed for his bath. Cory just smirked and removed the garment, tossing it to the side with my other things. Not wanting to relinquish total control to the landscaper, I reached for my belt buckle and unfastened my pants, letting them drop to the ground.

“Ever have your cock sucked, Simon?” Cory asked, pulling his shirt off to reveal his massive chest. I just shrugged. “That’s okay. I’ll tell ya, it’s better to happen with someone who loves giving head rather than someone who considers it an obligation.”

Cory got on his knees in front of my crotch and pressed his face against my cock, which was trying to push its way out of my boxer briefs. He ran his lips against it, and I could feel precum leaking from the head, creating a small puddle on the front of my shorts. Cory noticed and pressed his tongue against the tip, licking the droplets of jizz that seeped through the cotton.

With one quick yank, my briefs were around my ankles, and my nine-inch cock was in Cory’s mouth, racing across his tongue until it hit the back of his throat. I leaned forward a few inches and reached for the landscaper’s broad shoulders. I needed to steady myself because it felt like I might fall over at any moment.

“Oh… oh God… God, that feels so good,” I muttered.

There were no other words for the singularly unparalleled thrill of a man’s lips descending upon my tool while the tongue nuzzled along the base. I remember the first time I stroked my cock with some of Mom’s hand lotion and thinking that was the best feeling in the world, but this transcended that by an immeasurable distance. I pushed my hips forward gently, sinking my throbbing dick down Cory’s throat a little more with each thrust.

“Come on,” Cory said, pulling my cock out of his mouth. “I want you to fuck my face so hard that it feels like you’re hurting me. I mean it, Simon. As hard and fast as you can.”

All I could do is nod as the landscaper went back down on my cock. I drove myself into his gorgeous face repeatedly, gaining momentum with every plunge. Thinking back to some of my most-watched porn clips, I grabbed the sides of Cory’s face and held tight as my groin began to smack my former classmate in the face.

“Like this?” I asked. “You want th-this down your throat?”

“Mmmm-hhhmmmmm,” Cory responded.

Did this mean he wanted to date me, I wondered? I didn’t even know that Cory Powell was gay. He was always with the most popular girls in school as far as I could remember. I wasn’t going to push anything because I didn’t want to scare him off, but I’d be willing to go out if that’s what he had in mind.

The slapping of my balls against Cory’s chin echoed through the backyard. My family and I knew the neighbors on both sides of the Howards’ property, but this felt too good to stop myself. I wanted it to go on forever, and at this point, I didn’t know if I could stop if I found out someone could see what we were doing. My balls were already tightening up, after just a few minutes of getting my cock sucked.

“Cory… watch out… oh… I’m… I’m…” I yelled, trying to remove my dick from Cory’s mouth.

The handsome landscaper didn’t want my cock anywhere but down his warm throat as I climaxed. I couldn’t stop jerking as my nutsack emptied its contents into Cory’s capable mouth. Holy shit, I was not ready for that. I finally stepped back and sat down onto the cold concrete porch, looking around as though I might see someone spying on us. However, it appeared as if the Howards’ bushes obstructed the neighbors’ view.

“Here, come with me,” Cory said, taking me by the hand and leading me to an enormous lounger by the side of the pool. He pulled his shorts and work boots off and then laid his exceptional body upon the lounger with his mammoth cock in hand. “It’s your turn. Don’t worry, I’ll guide you through it.”

And guide he did. I felt so clumsy my first time, but Cory was moaning early and often as I tried to make my way down what must have been almost ten inches of manhood. I wasn’t sure if I couldn't suck off such an enormous tool or if it was just my lack of experience, but I was having problems. Cory talked me through it though, helping me slip down a half-inch at a time, eventually pressing my nose firmly against his well-trimmed pubic area.

“Yeah… oh yeah, Simon… mmmmm… now… now, just keep moving… ah… that tongue around,” Cory gasped. “Oh… oh yeah, baby… fuuuuuuuck… nice… nice… oh fuck, Simon, just like that!”

As I handled Cory’s dick, he kept providing me with useful advice and plenty of positive feedback. The way he was squirming around on the lounger told me that I had some decent cocksucking skills. Half of it was just me trying to emulate what he had done to me on the porch.

Grabbing a clump of hair, Cory started fucking my face once he recognized that I was going to be able to keep up with him. I coughed a few times and gagged a little, but he didn’t relent. I was just happy that I was able to hold my own with someone who probably received a considerable number of blowjobs in his line of work. I had my fingers crossed that more lessons would follow.

“Okay… Simon,” Cory said. “This won’t… ah… be easy, but I’m… ah… gonna shoot my load… OHHHHH!”

I don’t think a second passed before streams of warm cum were released inside me for the first time in my life. I didn’t know what to expect, but it wasn’t as bad as I had feared. Yes, feared. Laura told me that she thought she “would die” if a man ever came in her mouth because her older sister Katie threw-up after Katie’s boyfriend did it without any warning. But the sound of Cory moaning while he clasped his hand around the back of my head was intoxicating. The salty warm taste and slight burn against the back of my throat made my heart race. I was ready to suck Cory off a second time.

“Was that…” I started. “How was that?”

“Simon, that was fucking amazing,” Cory said, leaning forward and kissing me on the mouth. “So much better than my girlfriend!” Cool. I guess that meant I wouldn't be introducing him to my parents in the foreseeable future. He looked at his watch and then gave me a devious smile. “You know, we do still have plenty of time!”

“For what?” I asked, feeling stupid as soon as my brain caught up with my lips.

“You’re hilarious,” Cory laughed. “Let’s go in the pool.”

Cory took me to the shallow end and had me lean over the edge. The landscaper began kissing me on the shoulder and moving his hands down my arms, pushing his body closer to mine. I felt his erect cock moving between my asscheeks, which was the first thing to really freak me out. I imagined the first guy who made love to me would be someone special, possibly after months of dating. I didn’t want to back out of this though. I wanted to know what it felt like to be fucked and I started to think that I might prefer getting it over with so I could get some experience under my belt. A million different rationalizations crossed my mind as Cory’s long dick moved inside of me, and I reached to grasp anything I could, but there was nothing to cling onto.

“You’re so fucking hot, Simon,” Cory grunted. I wasn’t sure if he knew I was a virgin, and I was too afraid to admit it. “So glad you came by… mmmm… I hope we can become really good friends.”

The only thing I could do was bite my lip and shut my eyes tight, praying that the pain of having ten inches of cock buried inside me would subside. Cory was moving fast, holding my hips so hard that he was practically pinching them. The water splashed around us as our bodies slapped against each other.

“It’s not easy, Simon,” Cory panted. “Ungh… promise… ahhh… you’ll get used… ungh… to it! Mmmmm… fuck… you’re so tight!”

One of Cory’s arms reached around my torso to hold me close while he used his other hand to stroke my cock. He made his way around my body, caressing me to distract from the difficulty of taking my first cock. But as he kissed the back of my neck, still plunging his tool inside me, the struggle diminished, and it wasn’t as challenging as when we first began. Girlfriend or not, I wanted us to do this together again so that I could get the hang of it.

“That’s not so bad… ungh… is it, Simon?” Cory asked.

“N-no… it’s… ahhhh… no,” I replied. “M-might need m-more practice.”

“Fuck yeah,” Cory said. “I’m fucking up for that, bro.”

I turned my head to kiss the landscaper as we screwed. It was so much more intense and passionate than what I experienced with Jackie. Of course, then I didn’t have an enormous dick inside me, but it was more than that. I was making out with someone who sexually aroused me. It made a big difference.

“Oh shit… I’m cumming again,” Cory shouted, filling my insides with the same salted wad that he fed me not long before. “Fuck, Simon… that was exciting. Come on… lift yourself up a little.”

Helping me out of the water so that I was resting against the edge of the pool, Cory lifted me by the thighs and immediately pushed his face against my soaked asscheeks. His tongue sank inside me, swirling around to shovel and take back as much of his spunk as it could. I tried to hold back my bellows, but the feeling of Cory exploring my hole was as mind-blowing as it was unexpected. I grabbed my cock, which started blasting cum all over the edge of the pool.

“Goddamn…” I panted. “That was… that was… amazing.”

Cory let me fall back into the pool, where we made out for a few minutes. I was already getting hard again, tasting my asshole and cum all over his face. He looked at his watch and said, “I kid you not, I would do this with you all day, but I think you’re going to be late if we don’t stop.”

I hurriedly grabbed a gym towel from my bag to dry off and jumped back into my clothes while Cory did the same, although without the same frantic pace as me. I grabbed my phone and saw that I would only be a couple of minutes late picking up Rick, so I texted him to let him know before exchanging numbers with Cory.

“We’ll do it again, Simon,” Cory said, giving me a tender peck on the lips.

“Thanks,” I replied.

There was so much more I wanted to say. To shout, to sing, to skywrite! I played it cool and just smiled and turned to head back to my car. My head was in the clouds as I drove to Rick’s house like I usually do. I slammed on the brakes after I passed right by him as he stood on the side of the road.

“What’s with you?” Rick said, getting into my car.

“Just distracted, I guess,” I answered. “What’s up? How’s it going?”

Rick got right into a strange dream he had, carefully walking me through the details as I basked in the memory of Cory Powell taking my virginity. It was unexpected, but it left me elated. Rick prattled on but I only half-listened at best. I was terrible analyzing his dreams anyway. Thankfully Gabby and Laura were all in on helping him decipher the complex meanings behind the surreal imagery he described on our way to school.

Everything was back to normal.

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Chapter 2: The Glorious Lesson

Laura must have asked me if I was okay five times by the time we parked at school. Other than answering, “yes,” I was quieter than usual during the entire trip and forgot everyone’s orders when we stopped for coffee. The slight burn of Cory’s semen still sat in the back of my throat, and my ass was throbbing from his overactive thrusting. I wasn’t going to admit to any of this, so I replied with nothing more than, “I’m fine,” before returning to what I imagined was a dazed expression.

“Did you see that blind item about someone on the cheerleading squad being preggers?” Laura asked as we were getting out of the car.

“Was that on Freaky Secrets?” I asked. This was the name of a website that got put up a few years ago by one of our alumni and is mainly used for spreading gossip about our classmates. I was semi-thankful never to have been the subject of a Freaky Secrets post, though that also meant I hadn’t ascended to the status of student-people-give-a-shit-about. “I think you’re addicted to that site. I mean, who cares? You don’t even know any of those girls.”

“I know, but—“ Laura cut herself off after a brawl occurring ten yards in front of us distracted her.

As usual, Trenton and Skyler were taking their frustrations out on Evan, one of the few openly gay students in school, but the most visible by a mile. Evan could take care of himself, and he made sure everyone knew it, but it was still painful to watch these two assholes going after him for no reason but to try and humiliate him. This. This was by far the main reason I didn’t want to come out. I don’t know what Evan had to go through to get such a thick skin, but I didn’t possess the same qualities.

Before I could digest what was happening, Laura walked right up to the bullies and pushed them both aside. “Leave him alone, dick wads,” she yelled. “Unless you want us to go to Vice-Principal Bluth.”

“Chill, Laura,” Trenton said. “We were just having some fun.”

“At least someone was,” Evan retorted. “Thanks, Laura. I’m good.”

Trenton always did most of the talking, while Skyler followed whatever his friend did. I always thought Skyler would be more attractive if he weren’t continually standing next to such a ginormous asshat.

The four of us walked to class, and I asked Laura, “Why did you get involved? Evan’s been taking care of himself for years.”

“Maybe so he knows someone else has his back if he needs it,” Laura explained. “And those tools need to know it too. Yeah, Evan’s got a strong exterior, but you never know what might be going on deep down.”

“I guess,” I said. I knew. And it made me feel a little better knowing that I would have someone like Laura in my corner when I was ready to come out.

Our Vice-Principal, Mr. Bluth, greeted us as he did every day when we arrived on campus. If there was an award for trying way, way too hard, this guy deserved it. Mr. Bluth didn’t have a problem putting his foot down when necessary, but he also awkwardly strived to establish a sort of solidarity with every student who passed through the hallways. Sadly, it rarely happened.

“Hey, Mr. Bluth,” I said. I could always tell it caught him off guard if I offered the initial greeting. “How are you?”

“Simon!” Mr. Bluth replied with a huge, grateful smile. “Doin’ great! What up, homie?”

“Great,” I replied as I passed him. “Seeya!”

“Not if I see you fir—Heeeeey! Jake… whassup!?!”



My final class of the day was Theatre Arts, and I was excited as hell because I’m playing Hans in our high school production of “Cabaret.” The play won’t run until the end of winter, but we’ve been practicing like crazy to walk through the opening number with our new drama instructor, Ms. Halliwell. She’s actually performed theater work in New York City, and I planned to absorb as much information from her as humanly possible over the semester.

Gabby was playing the lead role, Sally Bowles, and Rick was playing her love interest, Brian. The only downer about the show was that Marty Ellis had the part of the Emcee. The guy was talented, I’ll give him that. But listening to his grating voice was sometimes worse—much worse—than if someone was running forks nonstop across a blackboard. Unfortunately, he was oblivious to how annoying he performed offstage, no matter how often people share this with him.

“Okay, let’s take it from the top,” Ms. Halliwell said. “Kal, get us started.”

“Got it,” Kal, said. He was a cute blond from band who was going to play piano for the show. I’ve gotten a gay vibe from him in the past, so I never let our relationship grow beyond being more than acquaintances. “Everyone ready? “One… two… three!”

With our music in hand, we plowed our way through the opening number to “Cabaret,” and it didn’t take the wincing on Ms. Halliwell’s face to understand that we had a long way to go between our initial “performance” and opening night. The cast was so unprepared to execute the piece that it appeared to rattle some of our better actors. Two students were singing lines from other songs and Marty even warbled through most of his part. We stood stunned after Kal stopped playing.

It felt like an eternity of silence as Ms. Halliwell stood in front of us and searched for the appropriate words. Would she let us down easily or did she plan to be blunt? Her smile grew wide as she shook her head and finally said, “We can use some work.”

“Well, which of us need work?” asked Marty.

“If you’re in this auditorium, you need more work,” Ms. Halliwell confirmed before shaking her head and muttering something under her breath. “Okay, um, thanks for that,” she added. “Let’s call it a day.”

Marty followed Ms. Halliwell out of the hall, and by the look on her face, she would have preferred the screeching of the chalkboard. I grabbed my things and walked out with Abby and Rick. We consoled each other for the part we played in what came to be known as Craperet.

As we walked across campus, I found myself drifting happily back to my morning with Cory. I checked my phone to see if he texted me yet, but he hadn’t. I resisted the deep desire to text him. I was petrified of coming off as needy, so I advised myself that there would be no texting unless texted. I always heard Laura’s voice when I gave myself good advice. Still, I was getting a boner thinking about the studly landscaper sinking his cock inside me again.

It occurred to me that there was a notorious public restroom at Delaney Park, across the street from the school. The rumor was that guys would go in there to suck other men off. Sometimes additional stuff supposedly happened in there. Before today, I hadn’t considered going in because I didn’t want my first sexual experience to be with someone I didn’t know. Ultimately, I guess I wasn’t that discriminating.

“Um, guys, is there any way you can get home on your own?” I asked my friends. “I think I might hit the library for a few hours. Is that cool?”

“Sure,” Rick said. “No problem. I… uh… can walk you home, Gabby. I mean, if you want.”

“That’d be nice,” Gabby said. “I could use the exercise.”



It took me thirty minutes before I found the courage to walk into the restroom. I actually started by heading toward the library to fool my friends, but quickly made my way across the street, praying that nobody would see me using the fabled facilities. “Oh, this is that restroom?” I would say if anybody I knew called me out for being in there.

I walked in, expecting the lavatory to be dank and smelling of shit and piss, but the space was brighter and cleaner than I imagined. There was almost no graffiti, and it might not have been overly generous to describe it as sanitary. Then it struck me that this restroom was probably not the kind of place where random men met for casual sexual encounters. I felt so stupid, walking from stall to stall, checking one borderline immaculate toilet after another and not finding a single glory hole.

And then I got to the second to last stall: two holes on each stall panel.

Damn. The rumors were true. I could hear talking outside by a couple of guys who sounded like they were about to come inside. Though I hadn’t thought through what I was committing myself to, I quickly jumped into the stall and locked the door.

Sitting quietly on the toilet seat, I contemplated what I would do if a dick poked through one of the holes. Do I suck it? Was one guy going to wait while I went down on the other? I started to feel in over my head and then grabbed my phone, Googling “glory hole etiquette” as the men walked into the stalls on both sides of me. A loading icon. Great.

“Ahem… you ready?” a deep voice asked on my right.

“For both of us,” another voice said on my left.

Seeing two cocks moving through both the holes on each side of my stall, I knew I was going to have to figure this one out on my own. Just handle the cocks. I reached up and took them both at the same time, and started to stroke them. They each must have been a solid ten-inches, though the one on the right was thicker. I looked down and saw that the guys brought gym bags with them and realized that they could have been any one of the jocks that jog around the park or play basketball on the courts. I had come to this park by myself a million times just to people watch. More specifically, to check out the hottest guys in town.

I started on the fat cock on the right, sliding my tongue down the length of the jock’s shaft. I channeled everything I had learned from Cory that morning as I pleased the young athlete. My other hand jacked off the swollen dick on the left; I let my thumb tease the guy’s cockhead in a circular motion.

Both of the dudes were moaning, which made me feel like my instincts to please guys was on the money. I moved my lips to the guy on the right, sucking his hard cock down to the base while I methodically beat the one on the left. Part of me was more excited because I couldn’t see either of the men, which allowed me to imagine whoever came to mind.

This was prime training, for sure. I was slightly worried that one or both men might complain that I wasn’t sucking them off while I was going down on the other, but it turned out that I had decent hand skills. And precum was dripping down each of my wrists, telling me that the two jocks were having a good time with the young, anonymous guy on the opposite side of their holes. Who did they imagine was sucking them off?

“Fuck… I think this guy is new,” grunted the guy on the right, whose cock was in my hand.

“Ahhhh… yeah… fuck… I think y-you’re right,” replied the other as I closed my mouth around his bulbous head.

Now I was feeling a little better about my abilities, and my heart wasn’t racing as hard as it was when the men first flopped their dicks through the glory holes. Their moans were increasing too. Slobber and precum from the two cocks were dripping down my chin as I focused on getting the jocks off.

“Mmmmm… gonna cum, dude,” cried the guy on the right. I got my lips around his shaft quickly to make sure none of his cum splattered onto my clothes. I had no desire to explain to my mom why my coat was drizzled with semen. And there was a lot of it, shooting hard against the back of my throat as the jock called out at the top of his lungs. “Shit, dude… whew… that was fucking nice.”

“Get ready for another one, bro!” the guy on my left announced. Cum splattered against my tongue just as my mouth was moving onto his tool. Again, I was able to avoid an ounce of the man’s DNA from getting anywhere near my clothing. I finished drinking him down and then freed his cock from my grasp. The jock banged on the wall twice and shouted, “Hope to see you around here again, bro.”

The two jocks left, and then I was by myself. I didn’t want to leave. I was on a high from getting the guys off, but it was more than that. I was pretty good at it. Sure, there was something sleazy about being proud of my aptitude at sucking cock, but that’s precisely how I felt.

As soon as the door to the restroom opened again, I pulled my jacket and hoodie off and then got out of my pants. It was another two men, but the sounds of the shoes were different this time. They made more of a clicking noise. I shoved my clothes into my backpack and placed the bag on the hook behind the stall door. These were a couple of businessmen, and their long rods were pressing through the glory holes.

Taking one in my hand and the other in my mouth, I got started on bringing two more men to climax. This time the man on my left was looking for something else altogether.

“Give me that ass, kid,” the man said while I sucked the cock of the man on the right.

Okay, I was kicking myself for not knowing what to expect before coming into this place. I wasn’t going to turn the guy away though. I stood up and pushed my ass against the man’s long shaft, backing into it slowly. Though the man’s cock wasn’t as long as Cory’s, it was about as thick. It didn’t hurt as much as my first one; not even when I slid all the way down the thing.

The restroom echoed with the carnal sounds of three men going at it like rabid animals. I had one cock in my ass and one in my mouth, moving between them as steadily as possible to make sure both were gratified. The panels of the stalls were shaking like they were going to be pulled right off of their hinges. It didn’t seem to bother either of the men, who were driving their dicks through the glory holes spiritedly.

“This kid is fucking tight as fuck,” the man on my left said, pounding his cock into my asshole at breakneck speed. “You better be legal, kid!”

“Don’t worry about that,” said the other man. “He knows his way around a dick. He’s gotta be in his early twenties, at least. Isn’t that right, kid? Work my fucking dick!”

The businessmen were bolder than the first two guys. I got the feeling that they didn’t come in as often, so they probably had more steam to burn off. The entire time we fucked, they shouted obscenities at me, calling me their “little faggot” among other things. I took the abuse and treated the whole occasion as a form of training. Plus, I was really enjoying being forced between two long cocks.

I got a second load in my ass after the man to my left climaxed so loudly I thought he might pass out. I pulled away from the one on my right and got blasted with a face full of his cum. It took me a few beats before I could get my mouth around his rod, but my face and chest were now dripping with a majority of his thick wad.

“You want a shot at the kid’s asshole?” the man on my left shouted to his friend.

“I gotta pick up the kids,” the other man said. “It’s pizza night!”

They got dressed and were out of the restroom in a hurry, but again I couldn’t bring myself to leave. I was on a high. I leaned back and fed on the cum that was sprayed on me while I waited for the next man or men. I wanted to reach for my phone and tell Cory what I’d just done, but I didn’t know how he’d take it. I was used to having someone to share my stuff with, but I was alone when it came to my new sexual experimentation. Even after I came out to Laura, I couldn’t picture telling her about what I did with Cory or the guys in the restroom.

The door to the facility opened for a third time. However, the footsteps coming toward me were more timid. Based on the clacking of the dress shoes on the floor, it must have been another professional. I was relieved it was just one man since it would allow me to give my attention to that person alone.

He entered the stall on my left, but didn’t say a word or stick his cock through the glory hole. Though it was only a minute or so, it felt like an eternity had passed. I leaned down and looked through to the other side, but only saw the man’s closed slacks.

“You want your cock sucked?” I whispered in a deep, husky voice to prevent him from recognizing me.

“Um… yeah… yes…” the man said. “I never, um… do this. You’re not, um, a Robinson High student?”

Holy shit. It was Mr. Bluth!

“Nah,” I replied. “I… went somewhere else. Come on, man, feed your cock to me!”

Though it took another minute before Mr. Bluth unzipped his slacks, he finally got his hard cock out and started passing it through the glory hole. I was shocked as it slowly entered my stall, one inch at a time until all twelve shocking inches of meat were staring me in the face.

“I know it’s k-kind of big…” Mr. Bluth said.

Grabbing the monster cock by the base, I made my way down the vice-principal’s shaft until I had the entire thing stuffed in my face. I gagged a few times because this was no easy task. It was a good thing Mr. Bluth came in on his own because he needed all of my focus on his gargantuan beast.

“Ohhhhh… oh yeah,” Mr. Bluth gasped. “That… that feels good. Really good.”

My heart was racing again, breaking my focus. I gagged over and over, and then started coughing. I pulled my mouth off the vice-principal’s cock and closed my eyes to find my bearings. “Don’t panic,” I told myself over and over. He wasn’t going to find out it was me. I stroked his saliva-covered shaft while I tried to calm my nerves. As soon as I was ready, I went down on Mr. Bluth, determined to give him a blowjob he’d remember.

I utilized my tongue in every imaginable way on the vice-principal’s cock. I let it ride beneath the shaft slowly until I got to the head. I pressed my lips along the side of his tool, rubbing them back and forth until precum was leaking from the tip and onto my shoulder blade. “Mmmmmm… I love the taste of your cum,” I whispered in my disguised voice. “I can’t wait for it to flow down my throat.” I finally devoured the entire tool until my face was pressing against the stall’s panel.

“Oooooohhh… ahhhhhhh… yeah… I really like that,” Mr. Bluth said.

“I want you inside me,” I said, stroking his soaked cock and pressing the head against my face. “I need to feel your cock in my hole. Do you want that?”

I didn’t know what came over me. I felt so sexually charged, even though I had just been with four other men in varying positions. But there was something desperate about Mr. Bluth. I got the feeling he didn’t know what he was going to get when he entered the stall, and I wanted him to have more than he imagined.

“Yes… yes… please,” the vice-principal said.

Standing again, I turned and pushed myself down upon his long cock and let out a gasp. Fuck, his dick was big. I stopped for a moment to catch my breath, close my eyes, and then push back all the way. Biting my bottom lip, I worked through having a foot-long tool inside me and bobbed back and forth with my hands resting on my knees.

“Ohhhhh… your cock feels so… ungh… good inside me,” I said. “Fuck me harder!”

Mr. Bluth got into it quickly. I turned my head and saw that he was holding onto the top of the panel to steady himself while he slammed his hips forward, piercing my asshole with his exceptionally long cock. I wasn’t surprised by his lack of filthy language while he fucked; the only things that came out of his mouth were grunts and groans.

The door to the restroom opened a few times while Mr. Bluth fucked me, but nobody remained for long. I wondered if there was a growing queue of men who patiently waited outside? Or maybe I was hogging the stall that someone else used to get off with strangers? I figured I’d give someone else the space after my vice-principal shot his load. It sounded like he was getting close.

“Oh… you’re so tight… mmmmm…. so darn tight!” Mr. Bluth muttered. “I’m going to… oh…”

I rushed off of Mr. Bluth’s cock and caught it with my hand, sticking it in my mouth so I could swallow his cum. Holding onto the base with my clenched fist, I handled the man’s rod until I was sure there was no more sap left to drain.

“Th-thank you (gulp),” Mr. Bluth said, pulling his cock back through the hole and rushing out of the restroom.

I got dressed quickly as a few more men came in, hoping to get there cocks sucked. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to say “sorry” or not, so I just looked down and got out of the restroom. There must have been a half dozen men wandering around the area, all of who were probably looking for more action than I had the energy to provide. I figured there was someone waiting in the wings to take my place after I left.

I drove home, buzzing. It was electrifying being wanted that way. To be used to feed someone’s primal hunger for sex. But the high was more than that even. I think I was pretty good at it. My hand slipped down to my inflated cock as my mind filled with the new sensations I’d experienced that day. The scent of a man’s crotch, the burn of semen traveling down my throat, the pressure of a cock penetrating me. All of it. My car wobbled for an instant into the oncoming lane as I tried to maintain my focus on my driving. It was no use, though. There was an empty parking lot where I pulled over, turned off the car, and took care of myself as the traffic sped by.

PK RXڋggctmp_65613c0eb98ac05e6ef2bf82fcdbe8c2_H3bq9B.ch.fixed.fc.tidied.stylehacked.xfixed.sc_split_004.html Lust, Simon

Chapter 3: Whatcha’ Got Cookin’?

Lee prepared a Chicken Confit recipe for dinner; one he’s tried to perfect for the last few months. The first time he served it to us was his best attempt, but he didn’t want to hear that and accused me of having an unsophisticated palate. He was probably right to point out the stack of Hot Pockets that Mom kept for me in the freezer. My brother’s meal was another success, but we had to listen to Lee beat himself up over the mistakes we didn't have the taste buds to notice.

“I’m going to make it one more time,” Lee said, looking up from his notes. “Just one more time. I promise. Do you guys mind having it again on Saturday?”

“If it’s going to be this good, you can make it all week, son,” Dad laughed. “What’s on tonight?”

“The Bachelorette,” Mom informed a table of groaning men.

“Are there any straight guys left for her to pick from?” Dad laughed.

Dad didn’t have a problem with gay people as far as I could tell. His politics could be all over the place, but he was a liberal guy on the subject of gay marriage and most things concerning people’s personal lives. I got the impression he thought his open-minded perspective on these subjects gave him a free pass to make off-color jokes. Lee and I usually smiled when Dad cracked himself up, but Mom’s face was always one of disapproval.

“I can’t watch with you guys tonight,” Lee said. “Zach is coming by to go over recipes for our midterm.”

Lee’s classmate always made me nervous because he was distractingly attractive. Zach dropped in to work on class projects once or twice a week with my brother, and I was thankful. The twenty-year-old caught me looking at him more than once, but he never made an issue out of it. He would shoot me a smile and go back to whatever he was doing. Zach had a longtime girlfriend, so I never thought there was potential for him moving beyond being semi-frequent eye candy.

“You’re going to miss Trisha debate over a group of men who’d rather be with each other,” Dad said. At least I think that’s what came out of his mouth. He was laughing through most of the sentence.

“John, please,” Mom said.

“What?” Dad asked with typical obliviousness on this subject. “I was just kidding. What? Simon, you want to give me a hand with something in my office?”

Dad and I went into his office and closed the door. I half expected him to ask me if his jokes were offensive, but he was already over Mom’s apparent displeasure at the dining room table. I was more conflicted about coming out to Dad than anyone else because I didn’t want him to feel as though he needed to edit himself around me. I hoped that things would remain the same, but it gnawed at me that telling my parents would make that impossible.

“Sit down,” he said, turning on his computer. “Wait’ll you see what I’ve put together for your mother. She’s gonna love it.”

After several minutes of searching for a file, Dad started a video titled “John & Emma: The First 20 Years.” His creation featured grunge music set to a mishmash of family photos. From the way Dad was swaying in his chair, it must have been a classic from his high school or college days. Star wipe, star wipe, clock wipe, star wipe. It was a mess, but Dad’s enthusiastic smile was one of absolute pride.

“What do you think?” he beamed.

“I think you need to use a new app for making videos,” I replied.

“What?” he asked, sincerely shocked. “I put a lot of work into this!”

“Which makes it even sadder,” I said. “Send me the files you’re using to put it together. I can fix it.”

“Okay, but I’ll have to find the music I used,” Dad said. “You know me and iTunes.”

“Don’t bother,” I said, patting him on the back.



Most of the evening was spent looking at, but not comprehending, my textbooks. Failing to achieve any focus, I paged through the “Cabaret” script to bone up on my part but it was hopeless. My academic pursuit was taking a backseat to thoughts of my sexual entanglements. I reached for my phone to start another text to Cory that I had no intention of sending (I must have done this a half a dozen times during the day). Just as I was about to set it back down on my desk, I received a FaceTime call from Laura.

“Sy!” she shrieked with an unusually squawky tone. “Have you been on Freaky Secrets?”

“No,” I answered, using my indoor voice. “What is it? What’s going on?”

“One of our classmates came out!” she shouted, thankfully lowering her pitch. “But he doesn’t say who he is! Look!”

Opening up my laptop, I accessed the site, hoping the excitement on my face wasn’t discernible. I think Laura was bursting with so much energy, she wouldn’t have noticed anyway. There it was, at the top of the page: the anonymous confession from one of our classmates.



Sometimes I feel like I’m on a Ferris wheel. I’m either up so high I can almost touch the clouds, or on the bottom, waiting for the ride to come to an end. All the time. It goes on like this day after day, and it feels like it will never stop. I haven’t told anyone, but I’m gay. I don’t know if I have the strength.

–Bleu



“Who do you think it is, Sy?” Laura asked.

“Uh… I don’t know,” I said. I needed to get off the phone. “Oh… oh, shoot! Badger just shit in my room!”

“Poor Badge—“ Laura began before I hung up on her to clean up the non-existent dog poop.

Wow. This wasn’t Evan Hobbs. This was someone else on campus that was in the same situation as me. I get the highs and lows. Totally. His email address was at the top of the post. I didn’t know if I should send him a message. I paced around my bedroom for a few minutes before sitting back down, creating a new Gmail account, and starting a response to his post.

But what could I say?

Should I tell him that I felt like I was on the bumper cars? No, that would be lame. I could let him know that he and I were the same. No, that would sound too supervillainish. I was putting too much weight on this, so I decided to go for it and start typing.



Hi Bleu,

I saw your post tonight and wanted to let you know that I’m going through the same thing. I’ve wanted to come out for a long time, but I haven’t had the nerve to do it either. You’re not alone. If you ever need an ear, drop me a line. Hope all is well.

–Jean



Send. I raced to the restroom to release what felt like a bladder overflowing with nervous pee. As soon as I opened the door, I ran into Zach coming out of Lee’s bedroom.

“Whoa, where’s the fire?” Zach laughed.

“Sorry, I was just on my way to, um, the bathroom,” I replied.

“I feel bad we didn’t get a chance to hang out tonight,” Zach said with a mischievous smirk and a pat on the shoulder. “Maybe next time.”

“Come on, man,” Lee said. “Let him piss.”

Zach let me pass as I sprinted to the restroom and slammed the door shut. As I relieved myself, I couldn’t shake the idea that my brother’s best friend was being a flirt. Maybe my imagination had gotten the best of me. I listened as my brother and Zach continued talking about an upcoming assignment. After finishing, I needed to get past them quickly so I could check for a response from Bleu.

“Look who’s back,” Zach said. Okay, there was definitely something off about his tone. “I’ll bet your brother’s popular with the chicks at school.”

“He’s been dating this girl Laura for a while, right, Simon?” my brother asked.

“We’re just friends,” I replied. He didn’t know that? Or was he trying to cover for me? “Anyway, I need to get back to my, um, stuff. Bye.”

“Seeya, Simon,” Zach said, practically undressing me with his eyes. It was like he could smell my sexuality, and he wanted a piece of it.

I closed my bedroom door behind me and jumped onto my bed to see if I received a message from Bleu. Nothing. I reread my email again and felt comfortable that I didn’t come off like a complete weirdo or anything. I changed my notification for my emails to make sure I didn’t miss his reply.

After an hour of staring at the ceiling, I put my headphones on and decided to at least try working through my part in “Cabaret.” It felt impossible to accomplish anything in this unusually distracted state. I turned the music on and began working my way through the first few moves of the intricate choreography when a knock came from the window on my balcony.

“What the—“ I exclaimed, stumbling into my desk. “Zach?”

He must have scaled the front of the house to make it there. I went to the glass door and opened it, letting the handsome culinary student in.

“Thanks, Simon,” Zach said.

“What are you doing?” I asked. “Why didn’t you… uh…”

“I just wanted to hang out with you,” Zach said.

“I don’t understand,” I replied, thoroughly confused. “Why… why exactly?”

“This is you isn’t it?” Zach asked, showing me a picture of me from earlier in the day, coming out of the public restroom at Delaney Park.

“Yeah,” I said, looking up toward my brother’s friend.

“My buddy sent that to me after he had what he said was an amazing time with some new guy in the restroom,” Zach explained. “He was going to go back in when you left. I guess I was… and wasn’t shocked that it was a picture of my best friend’s little brother. The same little brother who checks me out whenever I come by for a visit.”

“Are you… you’re not planning on showing that to anyone, are you?” I asked.

“No way,” Zach said. “I’ll leave right now if you’d like. I thought you might want to have some fun, though. Did I read things wrong? I can always—“

I lunged forward onto Zach, going in for a kiss; he reciprocated my borderline attack. We tore each other’s clothes off and tossed them to the ground in various spots. This scenario has played out many times in my head since I first met Zach, filling many a cum rag, so it was surprising to have him come at me with the same enthusiasm I was displaying. It was all sort of a blur, but I, fortunately, had the foresight to lock my bedroom door.

“You’re so hot, Simon,” Zach murmured. He grabbed hold of my cock and led me to my bed, adding, “Don’t worry about the light. Come on… I want you to fuck me.”

Whoa. So this, I was not expecting from Zach at all. This seriously hot Latin guy with impossibly sculpted muscles running down his entire body was telling me that he wanted to be screwed by me. We fell onto my bed naked, and my cock was already leaking precum onto his mammoth thigh.

“Really?” I asked.

“Fuck yeah,” Zach answered. “Unless you don’t want to.”

“No… no,” I answered. “I do.”

“Good,” Zach said. He smiled and gave my bottom lip a small nibble. Zach got up to shift his body, moving his face in front of my dick and placing me in an identical position. This was, without a doubt, some next-level sexual choreography for me. “Go for it, Simon,” he said. “Suck my cock.”

We took to each other’s dicks simultaneously. In reflection, other than being my brother’s hot friend, I knew almost nothing about Zach. Yet I was learning, there on my king-size mattress, that the smooth, tanned would-be chef’s cooking skills extended well beyond the kitchen. He shifted his tongue about as he slurped and licked my tool, making it difficult for me to think about anything else but cumming in his mouth. Still, I tried to mimic some of his moves, in the hope that I might pick up a few new tricks.

“Fuuuuuuck… Simon… (gulp) take it all the way,” Zach whispered in between bobs on my dick.

I could respond only with a quiet murmur from around his delicious ten-inch cock. It was important to me that he didn’t know the truth: that I’ve learned by sucking off the neighbor’s landscaper before school this morning, plus a group of strangers in a public restroom shortly after class. As far as Zach knew, I’d been frequenting the Delaney restrooms of late. The last thing I wanted to do was expose my inexperience.

I moved my hand across Zach’s muscular thigh and then around his perfectly rounded ass. I think I could have spent the next few hours discovering every curve of his miraculous frame. Saliva ran from Zach’s cock to his balls, and I used my thumb to massage the moist nutsack. When he let out a quiet gasp, I moved from his cock to begin devouring the fleshy orbs, one at a time.

“Yeah, Simon,” Zach moaned, grabbing my head to push me against his balls. “Work my fucking nuts… damn, that feels so fucking good.”

My tongue wandered around Zach’s flesh, moving purposefully erratic to maintain an unexpected quality. There was no way to quantify how arousing it was to listen to the muttering sounds he was making while being choked by my cock. I alternated between his shaft and nuts as Zach repeated my name in a way I’ve never heard it spoken: with pleasure, delight, and lust, all at once. Knowing that I was gratifying this guy was making my blood race throughout my body, but especially my pulsating cock.

“Oh… I’m gonna cum, Zach!” I cried with all the restraint I could muster, filling his mouth with a thick batch of semen. Zach was caught off guard by the surge of juices to which I’d treated him. I couldn’t blame him for coughing a couple of times during my gushing climax.

“That was a ridiculous amount of cum!” Zach exclaimed, getting on his knees so that his cock dipped from above. He grabbed my hair to keep me in place when he propelled his cock into my mouth. “Now it’s your turn to finish me off!”

Zach fucked my face aggressively as I stared up at his tanned, chiseled stomach. It sure didn’t look like he ate much of the food he prepared because his body was as toned as an Olympic swimmer. Sweat dripped down his chest as his cock rattled against my tongue.

“You like that, don’t you, Simon,” Zach growled. “I’d have never taken Lee’s kid brother for a cock whore, but that’s what you are, right? You’re a fucking cock whore!”

In the making, maybe. I wasn’t about to let his fat dick loose until it was filling my stomach with his thick, salty batter. I returned a wink, which garnered laughter from the gorgeous culinary student. The filthy sound of our flesh striking together stimulated me to the point that I was already hard again and pounding my cock.

“I didn’t… ohhh… know what to expect… tonight,” Zach admitted, licking his full lips. “Not this, though. Definitely not this.”

My brother’s best friend leaned his trembling body forward, glistening with perspiration. Once his cock erupted, he pulled his dick out of my mouth, showering me with his warm cum. He jacked his cock above my head until no cum lingered, and then jammed it back into my mouth for another spit shine.

“I made a hell of a mess, Simon,” Zach noted, moving on top of me and proceeding to lap his semen from wherever it fell. “Let me get some of that for you.”

Zach licked the cream from my face only to feed it to me. I happily obliged. Why wasn’t I timid or uptight about what we were doing? Or even with what had happened earlier in the day? It felt natural for me to be with Zach and the others. I wasn’t just enjoying that I was with these men sexually, but that we were being lewd, filthy, and letting our dirtiest instincts lead us.

We rolled around on my bed and made out, fondling each other’s cocks and ensuring no cum remained for consumption. I gave his hard pecs several squeezes in the process. I wanted to remember every sensation of being with Zach, who was easily one of the hottest men I’d ever laid my eyes upon.

“I want to feel that tongue in my hole,” Zach said, grabbing hold of my throbbing dick. “Then I want you to fuck the shit out of me with this fat cock.”

Turning onto his knees, my brother’s best friend presented his stunning, muscular ass to me like a gift. As thrilled as I was to be with this good-looking guy, I did have a moment of trepidation about sticking my tongue inside another man’s asshole. Having Cory lick his cum out my dripping ass was a thing of pure elation, but I questioned whether I had it in me to do the same.

“Come on, Simon,” Zach begged. “Loosen me up.”

Hearing him plead for me was the push I needed to put my hands on his beautiful mound and spread his asscheeks apart, revealing a slight amount of hair surrounding his pink bud. Zach begged again. I opened my mouth, which was filling with saliva as I inhaled his intoxicating musk. My tongue took one slow circle around his asshole, sliding against the taint and dipping inside him about half an inch.

“Ohhh yeah… don’t tease me,” Zach pled.

Any fears I had slowly subsided. I sunk my tongue inside Zach and his hole tightened around my squirming muscle, though it was able to burrow deep. He called out loudly a couple of times and quickly apologized for his volume. Unfortunately, he wasn’t as sensitive about alerting my parents as I was. I grasped hold of his asscheeks and went from side to side, challenging myself to stab my tongue deeper into my sexy partner.

Slamming his fist against the mattress and moaning into a pillow, Zach was delighted with my treatment of his puckering hole. His excitement fed my drive to deliver my tongue deeper within his warm mound. I reached around for his cock, which was dripping precum onto the sheets that my Mom changed this morning.

“Simon… ohhhhh… I want your cock inside me!” Zach implored.

I crouched behind Zach and pressed my pulsating boner against his asshole and pushed it forward, moving slowly as he grunted. He clutched my blankets as though he were having a hard time taking my dick. Asking him if he was okay felt like an amateur move, so I trusted he would tell me if he needed me to slow down or stop. I tried not to get caught up in the fact that my cock was buried in Lee’s best friend.

My hips took over as I unexpectedly channeled the endless Bob Fosse choreography I’ve studied for “Cabaret.” My pelvis moved back and forth fluidly as I became accustomed to the grip Zach had on my cock. The culinary student rested his head against one of my pillows with a satisfied smile on his face.

“Fuck me, Simon,” Zach said. “Oh yeah… ride me… ride me fucking hard!”

“You like my cock inside you?” I growled. I had an immediate out of body experience. Did those words actually come out of my mouth?

“Oh yeah,” he replied. “Mmmmm… I fucking love it!”

Those words did come out of my mouth!

Having Zach sliding on my cock caused an epiphany. I assumed I would be required to offer my asshole during every sexual encounter, but that didn’t need to be the case. It was liberating to know that I could go either way or even switch off with a guy. It was my choice to make.

We turned onto our sides, facing my bedroom door. I was certain I locked it, but I kept imagining Dad swooping in to say goodnight and catching his youngest son planting his cock inside another guy. What would I do? I locked the door. I was sure of it.

An obscene thought crossed my mind. What if Dad caught Zach and me together? But instead of stopping it from continuing, he decided to watch the two of us fuck. I imagined him rubbing his dick through the front of his pants, getting excited about the performance we put on for him. Maybe he would decide he couldn’t take being relegated to a casual observer and he would make it a threesome. I don’t know if it was possible, but it felt as though my cock was getting harder imagining the twisted scenario.

I moved onto my back so Zach could ride on my lap, where I watched his full frame bounding above me. Sweat trickled down between his shoulder blades as we fucked, running along his continuously flexing body. Like Cory, I was aware that Zach had a girlfriend, but I prayed that he would be open for future hookups.

“Oh, fuck… Simon… fuck yeah… fuck!” Zach called out as warm cum fell upon my inner thighs and sheets.

While I fucked Zach, I was already beginning to plot how I would take my bedding down to the laundry room without my parents noticing. As I solidified my plan, my balls tightened, and there was nothing to prevent the torrent of fluids that would soon be shooting inside Zach’s anus. I started thrashing into him with any energy I had remaining.

“Oh… God… I’m cumming… I’m cumming!” I cried out, just loud enough for me to freak out that someone outside my bedroom might overhear me.

Zach and I tussled on my soiled bed, feeling each other up and making out. It was comforting to do this in a place with which I was familiar, but still a little scary knowing my parents were down the hall. I planned to run my fingers along Zach’s remarkable body for as long as we were together in bed.

“That was pretty fun,” he said. “I wasn’t expecting you to be so… wild.”

“What did you expect?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” Zach replied. “Just not… that!”

“How long can you stay?” I asked.

“Long enough to make sure you have a hard time staying awake in class tomorrow,” Zach answered. “What do you say?”

The following morning, Zach snuck out of the house not long after Dad and Mom returned from their morning run. We were both exhausted from our long night of flip-flopping for each other. We did manage to nod off for around an hour while our sticky bodies cuddled. He promised to come back again and left me his number before he exited the way he came in.

As gratified as I was by my evening with Zach, I raced for my phone as soon as he was gone. I checked for an email from Bleu, but there was none. It bothered me that I had become so disappointed not to receive an email from someone I didn’t even know. But I was. I ached to have a connection with someone who was in the same boat as me, if just to discuss what we were going through. And maybe to have each other’s back.

I hated being alone.

PK RXo"NNctmp_65613c0eb98ac05e6ef2bf82fcdbe8c2_H3bq9B.ch.fixed.fc.tidied.stylehacked.xfixed.sc_split_005.html Lust, Simon

Chapter 4: Boys and Their Toys

Every hour or so it hit me that I hadn’t gotten anywhere near the required amount of sleep the night before, but then I got a bounce of adrenaline each time I thought about Bleu, the fantastic time I had with Cory, the anonymous men in the restroom, or my night with Zach. This also meant I was wandering around with a perpetual boner. Whether I was walking through the halls or sitting in class, the male student body transformed into sexual beings. I ran into Kal in the morning, and he handed me a cleaner version of the “Cabaret” script; I couldn’t stop thinking about him writhing on top of me. During my second period, I caught myself staring at Skyler and imagining if his dick was as enormous as it appeared in his loose basketball shorts. My overactive ogling was only interrupted by my need to check my phone.

“Okay, what’s up with you?” Laura asked while having lunch in the cafeteria with Gabby and Rick.

“What?” I replied.

“Your phone,” she shot back. “You’ve checked it, like, a thousand times today. Is everything cool?”

“No, yeah,” I answered. “I turned on a bunch of notifications last night, so it keeps buzzing.”

Laura slanted her head and gave me the look. The one that peered right inside me in a way nobody else could, not even my mother. As much as I wanted to tell her the truth, I felt like I had my own hand clasped over my mouth to prevent the words from coming out.

“Okay,” she replied. “Any thoughts about who Bleu might be? I wonder if the Ferris wheel was some sort of clue?”

“I think it was just a metaphor,” Gabby said. “I’ll bet the guy is totally guarded. He purposefully didn’t supply any clues as to who he might be.” Gabby leaned into me with her shoulder and said, “Unless it’s you?”

I laughed and made sure not to look around the table or else Laura might see how nervous Gabby’s question made me.

“Nah, Simon would tell me before he announced it on some dumb website,” Rick assured.

“True,” I replied, pointing to Rick.

“It’s probably someone who can’t come out of the closet because he has too many people in his life who he thinks won’t accept it,” Rick said. “Like somebody who’s in sports. Or maybe he has a really devout family. Something like that.”

“That’s some good theorizing,” Gabby said.

Rick blushed, though I don’t think Gabby noticed. Someone on one of our sports teams? Interesting. As much as I admired Rick, he wasn’t the sharpest member of our tribe. However, his idea made a lot of sense. It killed me not to be able to recheck my phone, but I didn’t want to draw any more ire from Laura.

“Room for one more?” said Brock Greenfeld, the quarterback of the Tigers, the Robinson High football team.

“Sure,” Laura said, smiling as she moved aside for Brock.

What if it was someone like Brock? Or even Brock himself? He’s had a few girlfriends over the years, but nothing serious or long term. And he’s not a typical jock for being the most high profile member of the football team. Brock wasn’t the type of guy to tease or bully other students. Maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part because I found him to be one of the hottest guys at school. He had a tall, lean build and it would be impossible for me to count the number of times I’ve checked out that firm ass. Oh, and Brock’s smile—

“Simon?” Brock asked.

“Huh?” I replied, snapping back to reality.

“Can I have a few fries?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah,” I said. “Help yourself.”

“Don’t mind him,” Laura said. “He’s been out of it for a day or so.”

“No worries,” Brock laughed. “Hey, I hope you guys are free in a few weekends. My mom is going to be out of town, and I’m planning a costume party.”

“Oh… I have the perfect idea for us,” Laura said, grabbing my arm twice as hard as she needed to. “We just need a wig for you.”

“A wig?” I asked. It was more of a groan.

“I know what I’m wearing,” Rick said. “Is there going to be a costume contest?”

“Sounds like somebody’s ready to throw down the gauntlet,” Gabby said. “I can’t wait to see what you have planned.”

Laura and I looked at each other and smirked because ingenious costumes have eluded Rick for years. Last Halloween he was the ghost of a local sports commentator who had recently passed away. Either people didn’t get it, or they thought it was in poor taste when he explained his outfit. The year before he was Peter Parker before the radioactive spider bit him and gave him superpowers. That one people didn’t understand even after Rick’s explanation.

“Oh, we can do a sleepover after!” Laura exclaimed nudging me. “You want to? It’s been soooo long since we’ve done one.”

“Count me in if daddy’s going to be home,” Gabby joked. “Grrrrrrrrr.”

“Me or Simon?” Laura said.

“Either, girl!” Gabby laughed. “Both your dads are DILFs!”

Gabby had a point. Mr. Burke was a fine-looking man, though I think most people would agree that mine was the hotter of the two. Several of the wives in our neighborhood were notorious for coming outside to chat with him anytime my mom didn’t join him for a morning run. He never told Mom this, though. It was something he bragged about when he was alone with Lee and me.



After lunch, I was on my way to English Lit when I checked my phone one last time before class and got caught by Mr. Bluth. There were three new emails, but I didn’t have the opportunity to see if one of them was from Bleu.

“Hey, Man,” he said in his typically casual style. “You know the rules, Mr. Spears. Sorry, I’m gonna need that until the end of the day.”

“Sorry, Mr. Bluth,” I replied as he pulled the phone from my hand. “Is there any way I could just check—“

“Afraid not, Simon,” he answered. “It wouldn’t be fair to all the other students who are obeying the rules.”

God, I’ve heard him say this to a thousand other students. Why didn’t I just wait ten more seconds and look at my phone in class? I just smiled and accepted that it was going to be two and a half hours before I’d be able to check my messages. Fucking great.

The wait until the end of the day when I finally returned to Mr. Bluth’s office was interminable. I was so pissed at him for being inflexible. I imagined confessing that he fucked me the day before just so I could see his panicked expression. He’d probably have a heart attack right then and there. Nothing that reckless was about to happen though. I was happy to have my phone back to check for new emails.

Bleu replied.



Jean,

Thanks for the message. It’s good to know I’m not alone. So you haven’t come out either. What’s preventing you? Is it your friends? Your family? Both? I’ve sat in front of my parents so many times over the last year, trying to find the strength, but ultimately chickening out. I think I’m afraid something will change between us. Like maybe they won’t feel comfortable being themselves in front of me.

–Bleu



My body was covered in goosebumps. He replied. It took over twelve hours, but he finally replied. Well, based on the time stamp on his response, it’s already been a couple of hours, so it wouldn’t come off as too stalkery if I responded right away. After some heavy editing, I sent Bleu my reply.



Bleu,

That’s so crazy because I’ve had the same thought about coming out to my family. Especially my dad. He sometimes makes gay jokes—nothing mean-spirited or anything. I just don’t want him to feel like he needs to be on guard around me, I guess. I think my friends would understand, but I can never find the right time or words. And I think there’s that fear in the back of my head that tells me something might change. Like I won’t be the same Jean to them. That scares me more than anything.

–Jean



And it started from there. Over the next two weeks, Bleu and I must have sent each other more than a hundred messages. Sometimes I’d get a few sentences, other times I’d receive pages. We wrote to each other about growing up, our first, second, and third crushes, celebrities we find attractive (we come back to this subject a lot), the hottest teachers on campus, going to college, and so many other topics. We clicked in a way that I’ve only experienced with my best friends.

But Bleu was guarded. His emails seemed carefully written so as not to give away anything about who he might be. I suggested a few times that we exchange phone numbers, but he was not open to that idea. When I did this, he usually waited longer than usual to respond, which I took as his way of letting me know not to push the subject.

Sometimes mobile service at school was hit or miss, so I would go to the library to check for new emails from Bleu. It was private enough for the most part. However, Mr. Bluth came along just as I was sending a response about Halloween costume ideas. I also let him know that I shared his fondness for Halloween Oreos with the orange cream.

“Hey, bud,” Mr. Bluth said. “How’s it hanging? Man, I was just talking to this lady from Tinder who won’t leave me alone. We went out twice, and it was okay, but she was getting a little controlling after we—“

The bell rang just in time. I thought I was about to listen to something that made me want to burn my ears off. “Okay, cool,” I replied, trying not to look like I wanted to run from the scene. “Talk to you later, Mr. Bluth.”

“Whoa!” Marty called out as I bumped him as he walked into the library. “Where’s the fire?”

“Sorry, Marty,” I said, speeding up to a gallop.



The first time I went to Cory’s apartment, we fucked until we practically had to crawl out of bed. Afterward, he showed me his secret stash of sex toys. It was in a hefty box labeled “Sports Illustrated” to prevent his girlfriend from investigating its contents (“You’d be surprised at how good that works,” he said). As soon as I started rummaging through the objects, I honestly had to ask him what half of them did. Though I was curious, I was too exhausted to let him demonstrate many of them on me.

“Trust me,” Cory said, “once you buy a couple, I shit you not, you’ll be spending quite the chunk of change on these guys.”

He insisted that I purchase a Fleshjack, a vibrating prostate massager, and a silicon dildo as my sex toy starter kit. After a few hours of reading reviews and watching videos, I plopped down north of two hundred dollars for my personal, and very private, collection of toys. They arrived while I was at school, but I told Mom not to open anything that was delivered by UPS because I was doing a little early Christmas shopping. As anticipated, she respected my privacy and went as far as leaving them on my bed with gift-wrapping supplies.

Cory wasn’t kidding. As soon as I knew my parents were asleep, I opened the packages and laid them out on my bed, partially intimidated by the new sexual playthings. One by one, I tried them out, covering my mouth with whatever was in reach as the toys brought me to one climax after the next. I was a satisfied customer.

I hadn’t received a response from Bleu since the afternoon, and he was all I could think about. Part of me thought Brock was Bleu, and another part told me that I was being foolish. Accepting Rick’s logic about Bleu being an athlete prevented me from considering any other options.

Another email came in from Bleu.



Jean,

I’m happy we started talking. It means more than I can say. Really.

–Bleu



I gave a similarly short response.



Bleu,

Me too.

–Jean



We had not broached anything sexual in our emails. Not yet. I was afraid to scare him off, so I kept things relatively PG-13 between us, but secretly hoped he’d let the conversation move into a raunchier territory. I wanted to know what kinds of sexual experiences he might have had. Would he share the lurid details? Was he curious about me in the same way? If he asked, would I come clean about how sexually adventurous I’ve become over the past few weeks?

Fantasizing about Bleu’s hand on his crotch as I shared my stories got me excited. I wanted to turn him on by explaining in sleazy detail how I got together with Cory and the things we did to each other in my neighbor’ backyard. I imagined his breathing increase when I told him about the first time I got fucked in the public restroom of Delaney Park. I wanted to know that he jacked off to my story about screwing Zach in my bedroom while my parents and brother slept.

I knelt beside my bed and pulled my “toy box” from beneath it. I couldn’t think of anything to write on it that would prevent my parents from looking inside, so I kept it way out of sight. After removing my clothes and hopping onto my mattress, I was ready for my party of one. My cock was throbbing at the thought of Bleu jacking off to my dirty tales.

Grabbing my Fleshjack with a mouth orifice, I closed my eyes and slid it around the head of my cock. “There you go, Bleu,” I whispered. “I know it’s big, baby… just take your time.” I pushed the toy down a little further and then moved it back up as though I were coaching him on sucking me off. “There you go… yeah… nice and slow, baby. Now come back down a little further.”

Increasing the speed in which I pumped my hips, I pretended I was walking Bleu through taking my cock for the first time. I imagined him struggling to go down on me. It was my fantasy, after all. My mattress springs were squeaking louder as my pelvis thrust vigorously into my Fleshjack.

“It’s okay if you gag, baby,” I muttered. “Ahhhh… it’s natural. Totally natural.”

Brock was the only person I could picture in my head, working his way down my cock and expertly managing it in my impromptu fantasy. My legs squirmed on the bed as one of the best purchases I’d made in years slammed down on my fat dick.

“Turn around, Bleu,” I said under my breath. “Feed your cock to me!”

I reached for my silicone penis, which was molded from an unnaturally hung Eastern European porn star. This piece of equipment has gotten a fair amount of use since I pulled it from its container. I pressed my lips around it while pumping my cock with my other toy, simulating a sixty-nine scenario with Bleu.

“Mmmmmmm-mmmmm,” I muttered, plunging down the length of the silicone cock as my crotch was receiving the same treatment.

It wasn’t hard to imagine Brock’s mouth around my shaft, working hard to please me while I reciprocated. I’ve been picturing his body for weeks, and my hands exploring each incredible muscle of the quarterback’s alluring frame. For me, it was just a matter of when this would become a reality.

“What’s that?” I asked after taking the long, thick rod out of my mouth. “Fuck yeah you can. Help yourself.”

Putting my two toys aside, I grabbed the prostate massager and inserted it before turning it on. A rapturous gasp filled my bedroom after clicking the “on” button. I quickly grabbed my Fleshjack and dildo for the full, desired effect.

My body thrashed around upon the mattress as my prostrate received the royal treatment. The giant silicone cock I was driving down my throat muffled my wails, and my balls were preparing for a massive explosion inside the Fleshjack. The tingle that shot throughout my body signaled what might potentially be a climax for the history books.

“Ohhhhhhhh… fuck… oh fuck… fuck… fuck!!!” I called out as soon as the cock dropped from my hand, and my dick released a thick rush of juices inside the toy wrapped around it. “Aaaahhhhh… oh… oh… (gasp)… mmmmmmmm… fuuuuuucckkk!!!”

I turned the prostate massager off, pulling the magical device from my asshole. My half-erect cock remained engulfed inside the Fleshjack as a few more unexpected quivers came over me, releasing the last droplets of jizz from my shaft. I removed the toy and placed it beside me on the bed, wishing my handsome, mysterious pen pal was there instead.

“Who are you, Bleu?” I asked, staring at the silicone dick next to my pillow. “Who are you, really?”

PK RXvOhOhctmp_65613c0eb98ac05e6ef2bf82fcdbe8c2_H3bq9B.ch.fixed.fc.tidied.stylehacked.xfixed.sc_split_006.html Lust, Simon

Chapter 5: If One is Fun, Then Why Not Two?

It was the week before Brock’s Halloween party. And although he invited my circle of friends, I was convinced that there was really only one person who he wanted present. As hard as I tried to convince myself that Bleu could be anybody, I couldn’t shake the feeling that it was Brock. Before I sat down with him during lunch, I had to remind myself not to stare, which he caught me doing on at least one occasion. But I have to say that I’ve been doing very well at using my eyes like a normal person this past week.

Thankfully I was able to distract myself from the entire Bleu situation here and there by dropping in on the new men in my life (for lack of a better phrase). Cory made himself more available than Zach, but I didn’t take any offense to that. I was thrilled that either of these hot guys wanted to bone as often as they did. When neither were free, I would march straight for Delaney Park, where I never knew what sex act was in store until someone showed up and we negotiated what we wanted to do.

Ms. Halliwell had Gabby perform “Don’t Tell Mama” for the Theatre Arts class, followed by a feedback session. Gabby still wasn’t nailing all of her lines, but she was killing it on the musical numbers. Ms. Halliwell informed us that the baby steps we were making to improve the show were generally in the right direction (“There’s still plenty of room for more improvement,” she noted. “You’re a work in progress.”). After the rest of the class dispersed, I went backstage to rummage through some old costumes to find a wig for my Halloween outfit, and I located exactly what I needed in less than five minutes. I was congratulating myself on my luck just as Marty walked in and decided that mine needed to change for the worse.

“S-Simon?” Marty asked, a little more fidgety than usual.

“Hey,” I replied.

“Hey,” Marty parroted.

I looked around, unsure of what he was waiting for. “Did you… want something?”

“I know you’re gay,” Marty said.

“Wait… what?” I replied, hoping I could get out of this. “What are you talking about?”

“Remember when you bumped into me at the library?” Marty asked. He didn’t wait for a response. “Well, I went onto the computer you just finished using and found your emails to some guy named Bleu on there. They were kind of sweet, actually. I, um, took screenshots of all of them and, uh… I…”

“What?” I asked. “Why… Why would you do that?”

“Gabby,” he replied. “I want you to set me up with Gabby.”

“What?” I was bewildered. “Marty, she is one of the hottest, smartest girls on campus. She’d never go for it.”

“Try,” Marty said. “Please, Simon. I don’t want to have to share your private messages. It seems like you have a pretty good thing going with this Bleu guy.”

This dick. Of all the shitty things a person could do to another person. His complete lack of social norms tells me that he doesn’t even recognize the enormity of the position he’s put me in. But if I don’t go through with this, the potential of scaring off Bleu for good was a possibility.

“Fine,” I replied. “I’ll do what I can. But some of this is going to have to be on you, Marty. You need to tone this…” I waved my hands toward him, “aaaaall of this… down.”

“Like, what I’m wearing?” Marty asked.

“Well, yeah, for starters,” I replied. “I mean, do you even have shirts that don’t have sayings on them?”

“These are kind of who I am,” Marty replied.

“Uh-huh,” I said. “And that’s part of the problem. Look, I can’t magically make Gabby like you. You’re going to have to do a little work yourself. And you have to stop interrupting people when they’re talking. Everybody hates that, especially Gabby. Also, nobody likes magic tricks.”

“But—“ Marty was prepared to go down fighting on that last one.

“Nobody,” I cut him off. If he was going to force me into a corner, the least I could do is tell him everything about him that I found irritating. It was extraordinarily cathartic.



A few days later, Laura and I arrived at Rick’s house on the night of Brock’s Halloween party to find our friend standing in his backyard, dressed in his soccer uniform. He turned around to show it off as though we had never seen him wear it before.

“I’m Cristiano Ronaldo,” Rick announced, glowing with pride. “Are you…”

“John Lennon and Yoko Ono,” I replied as Laura and I posed in our all white outfits. I flung my long brown wig over my shoulder with flair, secretly wishing I could rip it off because it was so hot.

“Do you have a Sharpee, tape, and some paper?” Laura asked, moving into full-Laura mode.

In no time at all, Laura did the best she could to transform Rick into an international soccer phenomenon. Okay, she taped a piece of paper with the word “Ronaldo” on Rick’s back, but it did the job. Then the shoe dropped.

“What up, everybody!” Marty said, walking into Rick’s yard.

“Be cool, guys,” I said under my breath. I looked down and covered my mouth so Marty couldn’t see me saying anything. “He’s really not that bad.”

“He’s worse,” Laura said, scratching her nose to mimic my trick.

“What do you think?” Marty said, showing off a black dress that came down to his ankles. Three-by-five cards with verbal faux pas written on them were attached upon the outfit. “I’m a Freudian slip!”

“Oh,” the three of us said in unison.

“Hey, guys!” Gabby said, showing off a form-fitting Wonder Woman costume. She did a double-take as soon as she saw Marty and then looked toward Laura, who shrugged her shoulders in confusion.

“Whooooooaaa, Gabby,” Marty leered at the object of his affection. “Nice costume. Really nice.” A wave of discomfort came over her, and she asked Rick if she could borrow one of his mother’s coats.

The four of us walked alongside Marty to Brock’s house while I tried to both hide my boner and avoid Laura’s inquiries about my busier social life. While I wasn’t out all the time with Cory and Zach, I’ve been less available, and Laura noticed. The sleepover at her parents’ home was going to be some much needed best friend time.

Brock was greeting a pair of muscle-bound Spartan soldiers when we walked up to the slightly tipsy host, who was looking especially fetching as Post-Presidency Obama. He was wearing casual wear and a nylon lei, though it would have been preferable to see him donning something tighter. He patted me on the back a couple of times when I entered, and it felt like electricity running through my body.

“You guys want something to drink?” Brock asked.

“We’ll be out back,” Laura said, walking through the living room with Gabby. Marty followed them.

“Sure,” I said, following Brock to the kitchen.

“You?” Rick exclaimed. “Simon never drinks.”

“I drink,” I replied as the blood raced to my face. “Sometimes. Tonight’s the perfect night for it, right?”

“Cool,” Brock said, grabbing a red plastic cup. “We’ve got beer, beer, oooorrrrr… beer!”

“Hmmmm… how about a beer?” I replied, feeling the sparks flying between us.

“I’ve got that,” Brock laughed.

Please be him.

The three of us went out to the backyard, where Marty was boring Gabby, Laura, and a few other girls with a magic trick. The guy was hopeless. Laura shot me her “save us” glare, but I didn’t want to move too far away from Brock.

“Anyone up for Beirut?” Brock asked.

This was just what I needed to lend a hand to Laura and try to work some Harry Potter-level wizardry between Marty and Gabby. “Sure… um, Gabby, Marty… you guys want to play?”

“What’s Beirut?” Gabby asked. “Oh… wait, Beer Pong?”

“Yeah,” Brock confirmed.

“Totally!” Marty said, grabbing Gabby by the arm and leading her to a ping pong table already set up with cups of beer and balls. “Let’s do this!”

For the next thirty intoxicating minutes, Brock and I slaughtered Gabby and Marty at the game. Marty was such a terrible shot; Gabby might as well have played alone. Other than saying, “We’re a good team,” which made me cringe as soon I heard it escape my lips, Brock and I had a great time.

I hung out and socialized with my friends once the game was over, but I discreetly kept an eye on Brock for as long as I could. The Spartans circled the area, offering up plenty of eye candy as well. I had gotten relatively tipsy after a few more beers and decided to leave Gabby and Laura, who were consoling a mutual friend that got dumped earlier in the afternoon. I figured this might be an excellent opportunity for some more one-on-one time with Brock.

Right as I was about to reenter the house, Trenton and Skyler came outside and were as charming as ever. “Hey, dick,” Trenton said. “Who the hell are you supposed to be?”

“If I told you, you’d still be confused,” I quipped.

“Fuck off, Spears,” Trenton growled.

“John Lennon?” Skyler asked. He was looking hot as hell in an Aladdin outfit that showed off his stunning abs. I couldn’t figure out why he clung onto Trenton.

“That’s right,” I answered.

“Dude, let’s get something to drink!” Trenton said, shoving past me to an icebox filled with beers. Skyler gave me half a smile and then walked after his buddy like a good lap dog.

Walking around the party, I found Marty irritating some cast members from “Cabaret” and Rick hogging the karaoke machine. However, Brock wasn’t anywhere to be found. A tinge of jealousy came over me. I felt like I needed to find out where he was.

I walked upstairs behind the two handsome Spartans and couldn’t help but stare at their flawless posteriors. I decided to check each room. The thought of Brock with another guy was helping to sober me up. I walked straight into the first room at the top of the stairs and got my answer.

“Oh… s-sorry,” I said. “I thought this was the restroom.”

“It’s okay,” Brock replied.

I had just interrupted him making out on his parents’ bed with Rebecca Langley, a girl from the cheerleading squad. I smiled and closed the door as quickly as I opened it. Holy shit. I felt like the dumbest person on the planet. No, I felt even dumber than that. I was pining away at someone I wanted so badly to be Bleu that I wouldn’t also consider they might not be one and the same.

“You okay?” asked one of the Spartans as he was walking into an open bedroom across the hall.

I didn’t recognize him from our school. He was six-foot, blonde, and covered in the kind of muscles necessary to get away with wearing the revealing costume he and his buddy were wearing.

“Come on,” implored his friend from inside the bedroom.

“Want to join us?” the man asked with a wink.

Fuck it. I was crushed, and my friends were all otherwise engaged. Why not? I didn’t say anything. I just followed the man into the bedroom, and he locked the door behind us.

“I’m Cameron,” said the blonde. The other guy was sprawled out on the bed, and only his loin cover remained on his body. “This is Ridge. We’re on the GSU Wrestling Team with Brock’s older brother.” That explained their phenomenal bodies. “You go to school with Brock?”

“Yeah,” I replied.

“Let’s see you without the wig and glasses,” Ridge said. I removed both and tussled my hair, which was drenched from having the long, heavy costume headpiece on. “Mmmmmm… I think I prefer this look.”

“Definitely,” Cameron chimed in, placing both hands on my shoulders and directing me toward the bed. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Jean,” I answered with a soft “j.”

“Ooh-la-la,” Cameron replied, pulling my jacket off and pressing his face over my shoulder. “Sounds French.”

Ridge lifted his legs and pulled the rest of his costume off. “I’ll bet you’re good with your tongue,” he said, grabbing his hardening cock.

I reached behind me, took hold of Cameron’s shaft, and gave it a couple of squeezes. “So I’ve been told,” I replied.

“I fucking knew it the second I saw those gorgeous lips,” Cameron said, turning me around and planting a deep, long kiss on me. “Fuck, kid, I think you’re hornier than we are.”

“Only one way to find out,” Ridge said.

The two college athletes lay on their backs on the King-Size mattress as I took turns swallowing their rigid cocks. Ridge’s dick was eleven inches, easy, but it wasn’t as thick as Cameron’s ten-inch beast. The two of them made out while I serviced them. I wondered what kind of relationship they had? Were they friends who fucked around together or were they boyfriends with an open relationship? If it was the former, sign me up for a friendship like that.

“Shit, kid,” Ridge said. “You’re in high school?”

“Mmmm-hmmm,” I replied, maintaining my mouth’s hold on his cock.

“What kind of high schooler sucks dick like that?” Ridge asked.

“The kind who’s willing to put in the practice,” Cameron advised, slapping me in the face with his thick rod.

Going down on Cameron again, I used my free hand to stroke Ridge. As much as I wanted to be with Bleu, sucking him off and whatever else I could do to please him, it felt good to release some energy this way rather than sulking in a corner while everyone else was having the time of their lives. Both of the cocks were already leaking precum. I pressed the heads together and cleaned the glistening juices from the tips, looking at both men as strands of semen stretched from my tongue to their cocks.

“God, I need to fuck this kid,” Ridge growled, sitting up and lifting me all the way onto the bed. “And I think that’s exactly what he wants too!”

The strength of this guy was insane. If I had wanted to race out of the room, there’s no way I would have been able to free myself from Ridge’s hold. Luckily, that was the furthest thing from my mind. In fact, as he pressed his cock against my asshole, I knew I was precisely where I needed to be: with this dark-haired wrestler, ready to be pummeled hard.

Ridge got right to it, fucking me strenuously in the guest bedroom of Brock’s parents’ house. The bed was shaking forcefully beneath our bodies. It only needed to hold together for a little bit. I was moaning loudly, but I wasn’t worried about myself being heard over the roaring sounds of the party. Ridge also didn’t appear to care as he was shouting obscenities while we fucked.

“You love that long fuck stick, don’t you?” he yelled in my face. “Fuck yeah… fuck you’re tight, kid!”

Shifting beside us, Cameron had his dick in hand and was pushing it toward my face. “Why won’t it surprise me if this kid can easily handle two cocks at once?” he speculated.

“Because he’s a fucking slut!” Ridge spat, rocking his entire body into mine.

I turned my head toward Cameron and invited his rod into my mouth. He gladly accepted, grabbing onto my hair and then fucking my face as fiercely as his partner in crime. They grunted and growled and heaved as they plugged me with all their strength, and I took it.

“Oh yeah… suck it, Jean… oooohh suck my fucking dick,” Cameron called out.

As much as Ridge was knocking my body around, I remained focused on working my way along Cameron’s shaft, letting my tongue circle around most of it as it entered and exited my face. A steady flow of precum was dribbling from his dick, and I expected that I would soon be guzzling a healthy load of the wrestler’s seed.

Cameron bit his bottom lip, and his body trembled. It looked like he was struggling to edge, but he had a hell of a time holding his climax back. I sucked down hard on his cock and sank to the base before pulling back slowly with the same, concentrated suction.

“Oh… oh fuck… that feels so fucking good!” Cameron yelled.

Long spurts of cum shot multiple times down my throat as my eyes rolled back slightly. I gave the stunning wrestler a blowjob he wasn’t expecting, which left me with a sense of accomplishment. Cameron collapsed next to Ridge and me, giving the two of us space to fuck while he enjoyed his post-orgasm high.

Ridge pressed his face to mine, kissing me while he shoved into me with more force. He examined my tongue for any residue spunk from his teammate, but his cock never stopped. The wrestler lunged into me, rallying his athletic prowess to screw me with an energy that surpassed Cory by a mile. If he wasn’t wrapped around me, it felt like Ridge would have tossed me right through the wall.

“Fuck, this kid… ungh… can sure take his licks,” Ridge grunted. “Aahhh… I think I’m gonna… ahhhh… shoot…”

Taking one last slam, Ridge shoved into me hard and remained still while his cock discharged. Every magnificent muscle of his body tightened as he held himself over me, panting his way through his climax. Finally, he fell upon my body, sloppily kissing me while he laughed.

“Damn, kid,” Ridge said. “I could have used more friends like you when I was a senior. Hmmmmm… I’d better take a look at the mess I made.” Lifting my legs high, Ridge kept his hands pressed against my thighs and licked his lips as he stared down at my dripping asshole. “I might need a little help here.”

Both Cameron and Ridge devoured the cum that was left inside me, taking turns at stabbing me with their hungry tongues. I could feel my own balls ready to burst and started to beat my cock as the ripped athletes ate me out. It was as though they were in a competition to see who could burrow further inside me.

“Ohhh… yeah… fuck me with those tongues,” I begged, blasting most of my thick gobs directly into my mouth. I scooped the rest up with my fingers to finish it, mainly to give my new buddies a little bit of a show.

“I think we’ve found ourselves a mutual cum pig,” Cameron said, letting a few droplets of his buddy’s cum trickle from his bottom lip.

“God, he’s already gotten me rock hard again,” Ridge acknowledged. “So, kid, how adventurous are you?”

“What did you have in mind?” I asked, tasting the last strands of cum from my palm.



After a quick bolt downstairs to find a bottle of vegetable oil, Ridge and Cameron were in the middle of the bed, holding their well-greased rods together as I slowly moved down them.

“Come on, Jean,” Ridge said. “Mmmmmm… you can do it. Slide onto those fat cocks.”

“Uuunnnnnghhh… whew… this may take a minute,” I replied. You wanted to be adventurous, Simon. This was bound to be rough.

“Keep going… ohhhh… ohhhh yeah… oooof that’s so fucking tight,” Cameron said.

The two hulking athletes coached me through the painful act of taking two cocks inside my asshole at once. I winced all the way down their shafts, thinking there was no hope that I was going to be able to go through with it. I moved my pelvis forward slowly and then back down again. Once I repeated this a few times, I found that the slickened cocks were growing easier to bounce upon.

“There you go, Jean… oh yeah… fucking ride those cocks,” Ridge said.

“Not so bad, is it?” Cameron smiled, grabbing hold of my half-erect cock and stroking it as I increased my pace.

Bouncing on these two jocks’ jumbo tools was what I needed after the whole debacle with Brock. It felt good to be wanted sexually, but it was even more exciting to be able to surprise men with my sexual knowledge. Sure, I was disappointed that I was back in the dark when it came to Bleu, but there was this gnawing feeling that it was temporary. We were going to meet, I was sure of this.

“Fuck, Jean,” Cameron grunted. “We weren’t expecting to… ungh… run into such a hot piece of ass tonight!”

I leaned all the way back and continued forcing myself onto the men’s rigid shafts while Cameron jacked me off. Ridge’s head was dropping from side to side; he must have been getting close to filling my asshole full of cum. Cameron was cool as a cucumber though. If he was about to burst, I couldn’t tell.

“Oh, fuck… ooooohh… ahhhh… ahhhhhhh… FFFUUUUUCK!!!” Ridge shouted through his second climax. Once again he wasn’t concerned about his volume (though I was thankful he kept the door locked after returning with the oil). “Fuck… oh fuck… I… I don’t think I’ve (gulp) ever cum so hard.”

Ridge pulled out of me, but I continued to bounce on Cameron’s cock until my own dick was splattering dense cum all over his fist and the comforter below us. I was too elated by my threeway to care about the consequences of our actions in the guest bedroom. Cameron brought his spunk-covered hand to my mouth, and I slurped it down like a five-star meal.

Cameron swiftly pulled me off of his lap and stood on the bed, stroking his cock toward my face. Ridge got beside me just in time to for both of us to feast on the blonde hunk’s abundant load. After he was finally done blanketing our faces with his cum, Cameron knelt down to enjoy some of it as well.

“Wow, we made a fucking mess in here,” Ridge laughed. “Jean, why don’t you leave first, as soon as the coast is clear? I’d hate for you to take the heat for any of this mess.”

“Appreciate it,” I replied.

“Dude, after that?” Ridge said. “I feel like I owe you a couple hundred bucks. It’s the least we could do.”

I got back into my costume but left the wig off because I was way too hot to wear it again. “Thanks, guys,” I said. “I really… uh, I had a great time.”

“Now he seems like a high schooler,” laughed Cameron. “It was great. Thanks, Jean.”

Peeking through a crack in the bedroom door, there wasn’t anybody in the hallway, so I hurried out to the top of the stairs and raced down to find my friends. Though they looked utterly bored, Gabby and Laura were still listening to their jilted friend lament about her ex.

“Where did you disappear to?” Laura asked.

“I got sick as hell,” I replied, putting my hand on my stomach.

“So did Marty,” she said. “Rick walked him home because he was in pretty bad shape after that game of Beer Pong. So, um, is he in our crew now or something?”

PK RXN\SSctmp_65613c0eb98ac05e6ef2bf82fcdbe8c2_H3bq9B.ch.fixed.fc.tidied.stylehacked.xfixed.sc_split_007.html Lust, Simon

Chapter 6: Honey, That Was No Dream

After the party, Laura and I walked back to her house for our sleepover. Well, she walked, and I followed since I was still feeling the effects of the alcohol. She said her parents would probably already be in bed and, because I’ve slept over a million times in the past, she’s actually accumulated a small pile of my clothes to change into. Walking back to her house from Brock’s was comforting. For the first time in the last few months, we were back in our groove, and there wasn’t any noise or distraction around us. It was just two friends, joking, sharing, and listening. These were the moments I cherished with all of my friends, but especially Laura.

When we arrived, Laura’s father was asleep in his robe on the couch, having passed out in front of the television. There were three empty wine bottles on the coffee table in front of him, which Laura picked up and took to the kitchen trash bin. She rolled her eyes and then pulled a large water bottle out of the fridge and handed it to me.

“I’m good,” I said.

“You’re going to need it,” she replied. “Trust me.”

“Hey, honey,” a voice said from behind us. It was Mr. Burke, looking slightly disheveled but ruggedly handsome as always. “I didn’t hear you two come in. Hi, Simon.”

“Hey, Mr. Burke,” I replied. “Sorry for waking you.”

“I figured you’d be passed out for the rest of the night,” Laura said, with that icy tone that was always a sign the conversation could go South fast.

“Oh, the wine bottles?” Mr. Burke replied. “Your mother’s. She’ll be feeling it tomorrow. I was the designated husband tonight.”

Mr. Burke has always been like a second father to me. Where my Dad encouraged me to get into sports, camping, and many of his interests, Mr. Burke was supportive of the types of things that actually fascinated me. Theatre, for example. Dad joked around about the kinds of guys who could be found in the drama department, while Mr. Burke extolled the benefits of taking theatre classes: it builds confidence, there’s a sense of camaraderie similar to being on a sports team, and it takes people out of their comfort zones, which is something he explained that people struggle with throughout their lives.

Being an only child, Laura regularly joked that her father always saw me as the son he never had. I was definitely the only boy who was allowed to stay overnight in Laura’s bedroom without any question. I wondered if it’s because they were aware Laura would be safe with me?

“Excuse me,” Laura said, walking toward the restroom. “I’ll be right back.”

“Did you two have a good time tonight?” Mr. Burke asked, placing his arm around my shoulder.

“It was pretty fun,” I said.

He sniffed around, brought his face closer to mine, and then shot me a look. A knowing look. “Really?” Mr. Burke responded. “It smells like you had a lot of fun.”

Shit. Laura bought that my stench was from all of the drinks that were knocked onto me throughout the night, but Mr. Burke was savvier than that. He gave my shoulder a squeeze. I looked down and saw his cock pressing against the front of his robe.

“Y-yeah… I mean, uh, we just sort of hung out and what not all evening,” I replied.

“Except for when you disappeared for an hour,” Laura said, coming back into the kitchen.

“Oh, yeah, except for that,” I said. Double shit. Now he knew I was lying.

“You want to shower and change?” Laura asked.

“Totally,” I answered.

“Hopefully we can talk more after Laura goes to sleep,” Mr. Burke whispered in my ear before I followed her up to her bedroom.



It felt like I washed five hundred pounds of gunk off my body when I took a shower. As fun as it would have been to spend a few more hours with Cameron and Ridge, it was good to be clean and sitting in bed with my best friend, who was being unusually silent.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Sometimes after things like the party, or any social gathering really, I get kind of down on myself,” she answered. “It’s, like, not my thing I think. The idea of being around all of my classmates, partying, listening to music, laughing, all that stuff. It seems appealing beforehand, but when I’m in the middle of it, I just feel like… I don’t know, like I shouldn’t be there. It makes me feel disconnected. I caught myself smiling a handful of times because I wanted to radiate that I was having a good time, but I wasn’t. Do you want to know the sad part?”

“What?” I asked.

“The minute we walked in the door, my internal timer started,” Laura admitted. “It was telling me how long we had before we could leave.”

“So, no more social gatherings?” I asked.

“No, no,” Laura replied. “Just, well, no more big parties where we have to shout our way through conversations and where my best friend comes home smelling like a possum stuffed with rotten sardines.”

“That’s vivid,” I laughed. “Did I really stink that bad?”

“Worse,” Laura admitted before moving to the opposite end of the bed, so we were looking eye to eye. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” I replied, a tinge of fear ran up my spine.

“Who do you picture yourself with, Simon?” she asked.

“I… hmmm… someone kind, I guess,” I replied. “Someone I can talk to about anything.”

“Me too,” Laura said. “Looking back at the people I’ve gotten close to over the past few years… there haven’t been that many. I’m not the type to collect friends like other people collect jewelry or lip-gloss. That’s why I think I’m so close to you… and Gabby and Rick.”

“So you want to be with someone like…?” I asked.

“Someone who sees the world like I do,” she said, looking me deep in the eyes. “But sometimes I feel like I’m going to be doomed to pine for someone who doesn’t realize that we have such an extraordinary…”

“Connection?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too.” I wanted out of this conversation. “Well, we should probably go to bed.”

“Okay.”

I had no idea Laura was so into Rick. Was she afraid that he wouldn’t reciprocate her feelings, or was she worried that it could end badly for our quartet? I hoped she wasn’t holding this in too long. I promised myself that I would be more present for her going forward.



Around three in the morning, I woke up with a raging boner and feeling the alcohol beginning to wear off. I grabbed my phone and decided it was time to be a little more forthright with Bleu, so I constructed a pre-dawn message.



Bleu,

I’ve been thinking about you nonstop recently and thought you should know. I’ve been drinking so I have a little more confidence than usual. I’ve been fantasizing a lot about what I would do to you when we finally meet. I want to feel your body, find out what gets you hot, and show you what does it for me. These are the lustful thoughts that make it hard to sleep at night.

Lust, Jean



Send. Wait. Did I write “lust”? Great. Well, I did include that I’d been drinking, so I could chalk it up to that. I’m just glad I put my feelings out there for him to see and he’s going to have to take it however he chooses. I hope he realizes that we’ve made the kind of connection that Laura talked about before we went to sleep.

I got out of bed to take a piss, which I think was part of the reason I was so hard when I awakened. As I crept back to Laura’s bedroom, I heard a “pssst” coming from the room to my left. I stopped, not sure what it was.

“Psssssttt.”

It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, but it was Mr. Burke lying in bed with his wife wearing just his shorts. He was wagging his ten-inch cock back and forth through the front of his boxers and slapping it against his hand. I turned slowly toward his bedroom door. As wrong as this was, I required a closer look.

“Come on, Simon,” he whispered.

“Mr. Burke,” I whispered at a lower decibel than him. “Your wife.”

“She’s passed out,” he replied. “Watch.” He reached over to her shoulder, started shaking her, and then said, “Honey… honey, the house is on fire.” She didn’t snap out of it whatsoever. “See?” he said. “Close the door behind you.”

Feeling my cock swelling as I entered the room, I did just as he said and walked to the bed. He still had his fingers around his dick, but I didn’t know what he expected me to do until he took me by the wrist and steered me onto the mattress with his wife. I looked over at her, and she was sound asleep, so I did what came naturally. And by natural, I mean that I shifted down to his crotch and went down on my best friend’s dad.

The man’s hand moved onto the back of my head, pushing me upon him. I took it that he was sure I was capable of managing his enormous dick. He blew a long gust of air out as his breathing grew animated, competing with the heavy wheezing coming from his wife. Using my free hand, I massaged Mr. Burke’s nuts while sucking him off.

“Oooooohhh yeah, Simon,” he said quietly. “Take it… yeah, Daddy’s been waiting for this. Mmmmm… I’ve been waiting for some time.”

Not in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that my best friend’s handsome father would be into anything like this. And only inches away from his plastered wife! I could have blamed it on the lingering effects of the alcohol, but I would have never turned away a sexual advance from Mr. Burke.

I felt the need to prove myself to him. He wasn’t in bed with some curious teenager who jumped at an offer to be fucked out of desperation. Mr. Burke was in bed with a sexually active young man who was experienced in satisfying his partners. I slapped his cock against my face and let out a low growl.

“You like that?” I asked. “You like the way I suck your cock, sir?”

“Fuck yeah, Simon,” he answered. “I fucking love it. Go all the way down on it again. Daddy loves to feel your lips around his cock.”

In one slow motion, I dipped my face down upon the massive rod, pressed against his groin, and let it rest in the warmth of my mouth. Mr. Burke’s legs shifted excitedly as I held on tight. He reached to his sides to grasp onto the sheets. Though he was sure his wife wasn’t going to wake up during any of this, there was a slight concern on his part for making too much noise.

Suddenly, both of Mr. Burke’s hands grabbed the side of my head, and I could feel his legs begin to quake. Without much more warning than that, a rush of salty jizz sprayed the back of my throat. Some of the man’s juices made their way to my stomach, but I was able to salvage some.

I crawled above Mr. Burke and pressed my lips to his. The moment he opened his mouth, I dropped a sample of his cum inside for him to savor. He pulled me close with his strong, muscular arms, and we made out. It was as though the man’s cum was an aphrodisiac, riling him up even more than he already was.

“I think you’ll like this,” I whispered, moving back down to the front of the bed. “Turn over.”

Mr. Burke flipped onto his stomach, and I did the same, though I was between his legs with my face aimed at his firm ass and then yanked his boxers off. This guy had the body of a twenty-five-year-old; I only wished I could admire it in the sunlight. I brushed my face slowly between the man’s asscheeks and breathed in his invigorating aroma. Spreading his beautiful mound apart, I closed in on his bunghole and drilled my tongue inside.

“Ooooooohhhhh…. ooooohhhh… fuuuuuuck!!!” Mr. Burke shouted. I pulled back quickly, not to check on his wife, but to tell him that he might wake Laura. Mrs. Burke, by the way, was slumbering right through our fun. “You’re… you’re right… just keep (gulp) doing what you’re doing,” he pled.

This time with his face planted against his pillow, I ate out my best friend’s father like I was in a competition. I took long laps down his taint and gleefully teased his puckering hole. When I felt he couldn’t be tormented any further, I drove my tongue so far into him that I couldn’t stretch it any further.

Reaching around his waist, I pulled on the thick cock that summoned me into this bed in the first place, giving it a few gentle strokes. My fingers were slick with Mr. Burke’s family seed. I brought my hand to my mouth and tasted his salty treat, and then pushed my index finger into his hole.

“Oooohhhh… haven’t had that done… ahhh… ahhhhhh… for years,” Mr. Burk admitted. “Are you planning to fuck me, Simon?”

I wasn’t, but it wasn’t an opportunity I would have been willing to pass up. “Are you ready for me, sir?” I asked.

“Y-yeah… fuck me, boy,” Mr. Burke said.

When I walked into the room, I didn’t know what to expect. I figured that if we did fuck, we would go to another bedroom or at the very least take our business to the floor. But Mr. Burke lay still, anticipating my throbbing cock descending inside him while his inanimate wife faced us. Sure, she may have been passed out, but there must have been a part of her that was conscious of what was happening.

I rested my body on Mr. Burke’s back, pressing my cock against his asshole and folding my arms beneath him. I figured this position would cause the least amount of movement on the Burkes’ mattress. Pushing my hips forward, my cock moved inside the man, and he let out a muted bellow, thanks to his trusted pillow.

Mr. Burke’s asshole was so tight it felt like it had never been penetrated before this night. I nuzzled my nose against his ear while drilling into him repeatedly. He kept his head in place, providing nothing more intelligible than a grunt with each thrust, but he never told me to stop.

“Oh… Mr. Burke… your ass is so tight,” I whispered.

“Ungh… fuck… you’re bigger… ungh… than I was… expecting,” Mr. Burke groaned.

“Whhaaa… shaaaaking…” Mrs. Burke mumbled before rolling onto her back with her arm over her face.

I stopped fucking Mr. Burke and remained still, waiting for him to either give me the okay or kick me out of his bed. He raised his head to check his wife and then said, “We’re okay. Keep going.” I rammed my cock back inside the man, drilling him as I held close onto him. Because I was resting against the man, there were few additional sounds beyond the unavoidable squeaking of the mattress.

Fucking Mr. Burke was probably more thrilling than it needed to be, considering that his wife continued to stir in the bed the rest of the time we shared it with her. I was convinced that something in the back of her mind was absorbing what I was doing with her husband. Was he always this sex-crazed, or was this just a fantasy he wanted to fulfill, regardless of the timing?

“Shoot your cum in me, boy,” Mr. Burke commanded. “I want to feel your spunk filling my hole!”

It was insanity hearing the man who had given me endless fatherly advice over the years ordering me to climax inside him. I could feel that I was closing in on my orgasm as I pushed myself to plunder his hole with greater speed. “Faster, Simon,” I told myself. “Harder… faster… harder…”

“There you go, boy… cum in Daddy… fucking cum in Daddy!” Mr. Burke continued.

“Ohhhh… ahhhhh… I’m… I’m cumming!” I yelled out between gritted teeth.

My hips drove forward and stayed in place through each blast. I repeated the movement until I could feel no more semen exiting my cock. Our sweating bodies were locked together, heaving from our workout, until I could find the strength to roll onto my side. I hung off the edge of the bed when Mr. Burke turned onto his back and pulled me back on top of him.

“That was fun, Simon,” Mr. Burke said, reaching behind my head and pulling it to his so he could kiss me. His swollen cock was pressing against my stomach, so I figured I’d suck him off to release the tension his nutsack must have been feeling.

“Ohhhh… gonna be sick!” Mrs. Burke said, jumping out of bed and rushing to the master restroom to puke her brains out. Lucky for us, she closed the door behind her.

My heart felt like it was about to pop. “I’d better get out of here,” I said, stepping off of the bed.

“Wait,” Mr. Burke said, taking me by the wrist. “She’ll be in there for an hour or two. We have time.”

“For what?” I asked.

“To take a ride on Daddy’s cock,” Mr. Burke answered, waving his dick at me again.



The sun was just coming up when I got back into Laura’s bed. I crossed my fingers that she didn’t wake up while I was with her father. I made sure to clean myself up in the bathroom so that she didn’t smell any of the same scents on me as when we left Brock’s party. I passed out as soon as my bed hit the pillow and didn’t wake up until Mrs. Burke entered the room a few hours later.

“Breakfast will be ready soon,” she said. “Pancakes and eggs. Hope you’re both hungry!”

“Mmmmm… sounds good,” Laura said.

“Yeah,” I replied. “Thanks, Mrs. Burke.”

“Huh… that’s strange,” Mrs. Burke said. “Simon… I think I had a dream about you last night. What was it… oh… no. No, that’s crazy.”

“What was it about, Mom?” Laura asked.

Mrs. Burke said she didn’t remember, but the look in her eyes told me that something was coming back to her.

PK RXZS __ctmp_65613c0eb98ac05e6ef2bf82fcdbe8c2_H3bq9B.ch.fixed.fc.tidied.stylehacked.xfixed.sc_split_008.html Lust, Simon

Chapter 7: No More Waffling

I was in bed for most of the day on Sunday, recovering from the alcohol and an overactive evening of clandestine sexual encounters. When Dad came in to pick up some of my clothes for the laundry, I couldn’t help but look at him differently. He would make sexually suggestive comments to Mom on occasion, but I never pictured the two of them going into their bedroom and doing the things I’ve been doing with various men over the last couple of months. Not until Mr. Burke and I spent the night fucking next to his wife. I just assumed that when people reach a certain age, their sex drive goes down and they limit themselves to hugging and kissing. Was Dad anything like Mr. Burke? Would he be an animal in bed? He was hunched over, looking through the dirty and clean piles of clothes I kept on my floor. Dad kept himself in excellent shape. His ass, legs, arms. All of it. My cock began to swell as my dirty mind went down a dirtier path than usual.

“Simon?” Dad said, turning to me. “You okay?”

“Huh?” I replied, looking away and blushing. “Oh… I was about to ask you something, and I totally forgot what it was.”

“Ah, well, I’m going to take these and throw them in the wash,” he said. “Anything in your gym bag?”

“No,” I replied. “Thanks, Dad.”

He winked and closed my bedroom door behind him. I got up and locked it, then returned to bed and my filthy thoughts about him. I jacked off as I imagined the two of us alone in the house, putting any inhibitions aside and doing the kind of father and son stuff that I got a taste of with Mr. Burke. Before long, I was spraying my load all over my stomach and then swallowing it down like it was my father’s. Yes, I was categorically seeing him in a different light.

After a few more of those, I got up to finish some homework and check my email several times. There was nothing from Bleu. I knew I was being forward with him, but I didn’t regret what I’d written. He was all I could think about these days, and I needed him to know that I wanted something more than just being a pen pal. Unless I’ve been reading things wrong, I believed he wanted the same.

My phone started buzzing crazily. I received three frantic texts from Marty, who said he felt like he’d missed his opportunity with Gabby and that he didn’t think I was trying to help things along. And then he sent me a screenshot of the message between Bleu and me. This guy was impossible. What kind of miracle did he want me to pull out of my ass?

“Gabby and I are meeting to run through lines tonight at the Waffle House on Griffin,” I texted him. “We’ll be there at 7.”

“I’ll be there!” he texted back.

Marty was also the ultimate boner killer.



Marty started off with reasonable behavior when he arrived at the Waffle House to meet Gabby and me. Reasonable for him, I suppose. The bar was low when it came to Marty Ellis. We sat in a booth and started discussing the scenes that were troubling us, so we knew what to walk through first.

“Hey guys,” our waiter said, arriving at our table. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t place him. Whoever he was, he was a good looking guy with dark hair and kind brown eyes.”

“Kyle!” Marty announced. “Kyle has Economics with me.”

“Hey, Simon,” Kyle said. “We had Biology last year.”

“We did?” I asked. “Sorry, I—“

“No worries,” Kyle replied with a friendly smile. “It was a large class. I have a thing for names and faces.”

I couldn’t help but give a goofy smile back to him, wondering if I’d finally run into the real Bleu. It was more likely than not that Bleu was going to be someone I didn’t know. Why not Kyle from Biology? I mentally scrolled through all of my messages from Bleu, and I couldn’t recall anything that would have helped me resolve whether it could be this guy or not.

After dinner, we started going through our lines, but I was having a difficult time getting my mind off Kyle. I could hear him chatting with each customer, and he was so personable, so kind. Whether the person was elderly or young, he had this effortless way of relating to them and sparking a conversation. My cock was getting hard just thinking about being with him.

“Doesn’t my body drive you wild with desire?” Gabby read from her script.

“Gabby, how come you moved from DC?” Marty asked.

“Umm… can you just pick up the next line?” she asked.

“Sure,” Marty said. “But I was just curious about you. Is your family originally from Atlanta?”

“The line, Marty,” Gabby replied.

“Or did your parents split up or something?” Marty asked, totally disregarding everything Gabby was communicating with her words, tone, and body. This was not a subject she wanted to discuss. “I’ve heard you talk about your mom, but not your dad.”

“Why are you writing a book on kids from broken homes?” Gabby asked. “Can we just—“

“I only wanted to know a little more about you,” Marty said. He seemed authentically interested, and Gabby was attuned to that. Her face became softer, and she didn’t look as though she was ready to lunge at him anymore.

“My Dad was… not around a lot,” Gabby began. “I’m pretty sure he thought he was a great dad, but I never saw him that way. Unless being a great dad involves sneaking around behind your mother’s back and drinking too much. My mom finally had enough of it. When my aunt found us a place in Atlanta, Mom packed us up, and we came here. I haven’t heard from him since.”

“Wow,” Marty said. “You deserve better.”

“I never knew, Gabby,” I replied. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Thanks,” she said. “Really. I don’t, um, usually like to talk about it. It’s still a little bit raw.”

“You deserve a superhero,” Marty said.

“Thanks,” Gabby replied, smiling back at Marty.

“I’m not kidding,” Marty affirmed. “You. Deserve. A superhero. Say it.”

“What?” Gabby asked.

“Say that you deserve a superhero,” Marty repeated. “Say it!”

“Can we just get back to—“ Gabby grabbed her script.

Marty stood up on the bench he was sitting on and yelled, “Come on, Gabby… say it out loud! ‘I deserve a superhero!’”

“Marty!” Gabby said between gnashed teeth.

“Hey, everyone… this is my friend Gabby Sasso, and she deserves a superhero!”

“Okay,” said an older gentleman sitting in a booth on the opposite side of the restaurant.

“Say it, Gabby!” Marty insisted. “Stand up and say it!”

Gabby must have known he wasn’t going to stop, so she got up on our side of the bench and said, “I’m… Gabby Sasso and I… deserve a superhero. Are we good, Marty?”

“Come on,” Marty said. “Louder! I’m Gabby—“

“I’m Gabby Sasso, and I deserve a superhero!” she said with more authority.

“A goddamn superhero!” Marty shouted.

“A goddamn superhero!” Gabby agreed. “I’m Gabby Sasso, and I deserve A GODDAMN SUPERHERO!”

Marty fell back down to his seat and said, “You’re right.”

Gabby sat down again and laughed nervously and squeaked out what sounded like, “I can’t believe I just did that.”

Just as the room was going right back to their pre-Marty outburst, I saw Kyle walk out of the restaurant and stroll around to the back. If he was Bleu, I had a feeling I might be able to find out.

“Do you guys mind if I go catch up with Kyle while you run through lines?” I asked.

“I thought you didn’t know him,” Marty said.

“It came back to me during your circus act,” I retorted.

“No problem, Simon,” Gabby said.

I walked out to the back of the Waffle House, where Kyle was smoking a cigarette and sitting on a couple of large cartons standing on top of each other. It was cool outside, and the wind felt refreshing on my skin. I had slight butterflies in my stomach as I approached the young waiter, hoping I was right about my instincts.

“Hey, Simon,” Kyle said. “Did you leave in shame?”

“Nah,” I laughed.

“Classic Marty,” Kyle said. “I don’t think he really gets how off-putting he can be. He means well, like in there with your friend. Most of the time, it just comes off like… I don’t know. Strange, I guess.”

“Yeah,” I said. “So, how long have you worked here?”

“A year now,” Kyle answered. “When I turned eighteen, they changed my schedule, so I pretty much only work nights and weekends. Between this and school, it doesn’t leave me time for much else.”

“That sucks,” I said, trying not to show how nervous I was.

“Yeah, I need the money for college, though,” he explained. “But it gets pretty fucking lonely. You know what I mean?”

Up until now, the men I’ve been with have made the first move. I was comfortable with that, but I needed to know that I could initiate something like this on my own. Those butterflies felt like they were trying to violently and savagely escape from the tenderest part of my stomach.

“I hate being lonely,” I said, putting my hand on Kyle’s knee.

“Simon?” Kyle replied.

“How much time do you have?” I asked.

“Thirty… thirty minutes,” he answered.

I moved my hand to Kyle’s crotch, feeling his cock ready to burst out of his pants. “That’s just enough time,” I said. I unfastened the button on his jeans, unzipped his pants, and then pulled them down with his underwear. Nine inches of throbbing cock flopped out, waiting for me to handle it.

“Simon,” Kyle muttered. “Are you sure we—“

Kneeling in front of my former classmate, I took his boner in my hand and gave it a couple of gentle tugs. I placed my lips around the head and went halfway down before pulling off. “I thought you were lonely,” I said, pressing my tongue around the tip of his cock.

“Mmmmm… fuck yeah I am,” Kyle said, moving his hand to the back of my head. “Oh, man… suck that cock…”

Once he got a sample of what I could do, Kyle was all in. I slurped down his fat rod, reaching all the way to the base. His balls were bursting out of the top of his underwear, looking plump and ripe for sucking. I shifted down to them, jacking Kyle’s saliva-covered shaft while I treated his nutsack to some much-needed attention.

“Shit… nobody ever… goes down there,” Kyle sighed. “Feels so… ahhhh… so good.”

Kyle’s nuts were pretty rank from what must have been the scent of a hectic dinner rush, but I got off on men’s bitter stench. I took long, slow laps on his nuts, causing him to change his position repeatedly. He finally pulled his pants down to his ankles, so I had better access to them.

The young waiter continued to look around, making sure nobody could see what we were doing. I just told myself that if he was Bleu, then I didn’t care who caught us or knew that we were gay. I forced my face into his crotch, soaking up his musk as my tongue spastically moved from his cock to his balls and back again.

“Suck my cock,” Kyle demanded.

The minute I was around his shaft once more, he pulled my head down hard all the way, which caught me off guard. Kyle banged his hips forward aggressively, cracking his nuts against my chin. He held my head stable, ensuring that I couldn’t break free from his cock.

“You wanted it so bad, Simon,” Kyle roared. “Then take it… take my fucking dick! All the way… yeah… all the way down… mmmmmmm…”

Getting off of the crates, Kyle moved me closer to the back wall of the restaurant and then hovered over me with his dripping cock in hand. He swatted it against my right cheek a few times and let out an almost maniacal laugh. He pushed it against my lips and started fucking my mouth with startling energy. He leaned his arms against the wall as his cock pierced me.

“Christ… fucking gonna cum, Simon… swallow it… fucking swallow it all!” Kyle cried out as his semen traveled down my throat.

Kyle continued his assault on my face, even after there were no more juices coming from his cock. I had an idea that he wanted me to get him fully erect, so I worked his shaft until it was engorged.

“I’m hard again,” he said.

“What do you think we should do about it?” I asked.

“I think you already know, Simon,” Kyle said. “It’s the real reason you came back here, isn’t it?”

I stood up, pulled my pants down just enough to reveal my bubble butt to Kyle, and then turned to lean against the wall. “What do you think?” I asked.

“I think this isn’t the first time you’ve been fucked by a guy you just met,” Kyle answered, slapping my ass a little harder than I would have preferred.

The hot young waiter didn’t have any reservations about what was going to happen next. He pushed his cock against my asshole and jammed it in me. We both let out a gasp. Me for the pain, him for the exhilaration, I assumed.

Kyle grabbed a firm hold of my hips and started banging me hard. He wasn’t kidding about being lonely. I got the sense he was fucking me like this was going to be his only chance. All I needed was a phone number to ensure it wasn’t.

“Damn, Simon,” Kyle said. “Your asshole feels so good wrapped around my cock. Fuck… fuck… feels like you’re going to pull it right off!”

I reached back to feel his neck and ran my fingers through his wavy hair. I turned my head, opening my mouth to invite him to make out with me, but he didn’t take the bait. Maybe there were things he still wasn’t comfortable doing with another man. Sure, he was in the middle of fucking me, but I found any use of the mouth between two men, whether it’s a blowjob, rimjob, or a kiss, to be far more intimate.

“Fuck me, Kyle… fuck me as hard as you can,” I begged.

There was a steady stream of precum leaking all over my inner thighs and legs since my cock was flopping from side to side from the velocity of Kyle’s fucking. I took one hand from the wall and started jacking off while the waiter pumped himself inside me.

Knowing that we could get caught, either by my friends or Kyle’s coworkers, was getting me just as hot as the waiter’s engorged cock. My balls ached to release the warm cum that was building up inside them. As Kyle’s fat rod knocked against my prostate in all the right ways, I continued to masturbate.

I started to look around toward the corners of the building. A tiny part of me hoped that someone would discover us. Then I wouldn’t have to ever worry about coming out. The job would be done for me, and I could figure out how to deal with the aftermath.

“Ohhhh… ohhhh fuck… ahhhhhhh!” I cried out as my cum shot against the wall. Most of it was wasted, but I had some of it running down my hand, which I immediately consumed.

“Goddamn,” Kyle said. “You’re raunchy as fuck, Simon!”

“Mmmmm… cum in me,” I said. “I want to go back to my friends with your fucking cum in my hole!”

Kyle moved his hands onto my shoulders and took to my hole at a staggering speed. I was sure the Earth-shattering sound of his balls slapping against my ass could be heard by even the hardest of hearing patrons in the Waffle House. I pressed both hands against the wall because it felt like he might push me through it.

Suddenly, Kyle grabbed hold of me and pulled me close to him. I almost fell over from how fast he managed to yank me back from the wall. “Ahhhhh… I’m cumming… oh fuck… I’m cumming!” he shouted as my anus was soon filled with his warm juices. Our bodies were pressed together while he caught his breath, both his arms wrapped around my torso. I turned my head again, trying to steal a kiss finally, but he still wasn’t taking me up on it.

We got our pants pulled up in a hurry and then I stood there, almost as if I was purposefully trying to make it awkward. “Well… ummm…” I started, not knowing where to go. “You want my number.”

“I’m good, Simon,” Kyle said. “Thanks for coming out here. I’ll find you at it school if you ever want to, you know… again.”

“Sure,” I said. “Cool. Okay… cool.”

I went back inside to rehearse with Gabby and Marty as Kyle returned to his shift. I was surprised to see the two joking around when I sat down in the booth. Things went so well, they hadn’t even realized I was gone for thirty minutes. We spent another hour going over lines before we called it a night. I don’t know if a spark was initiated between the two of them, but a friendship was definitely blossoming.

Just as we readied to leave, I received a follow-up email from Bleu.



Jean,

I’ve reread your message a hundred times today. I’ve been thinking about the same things. I want to feel you inside of me, and I want to be inside of you. I’m glad you finally said it. I was too nervous about broaching the subject. I was with someone recently, and the whole time I was imagining it was you.

Lust, Bleu



Could Kyle have been Bleu? Was he afraid to kiss me because he wanted to save that kind of intimacy for Jean? Part of me wanted to go back inside the restaurant and confess to Kyle that I’m Jean so we could move past all of this email business. Of course, I didn’t do that. I walked out with my friends and made plans for the next time we would get together to rehearse our lines.



Gabby dropped me off at home around nine o’clock, and as soon as she parked, it felt as though time stopped. Before I could tell myself not to speak or to say something else, I blurted it out.

“I’m gay,” I said.

“Wait… what?” Gabby asked.

“I’m gay,” I repeated. “I… I needed to tell someone. I’ve been holding it in. For a long time actually.”

“Okay,” she said. “Well, I’m happy you were willing to share this with me.”

“Nothing’s going to change, right?” I asked.

“No,” Gabby replied. “No way.”

“Are you… uh, shocked?” I asked. A part of me hoped she was.

“No,” she replied. Darn.

“So you suspected it?” I asked.

“No,” she answered. “I guess I just never thought about it. So… are you that Bleu guy who posted on Freaky Secrets a while back?”

“No, no,” I replied. “Actually, the two of us have been writing back and forth ever since then. I think I… oh man, I don’t know how I feel. I think I really care about him. A lot. Anyway, I just… just wanted to share that with you.”

“Do you feel better now that you’ve said it out loud?” she asked.

“I do,” I said.

“Are you scared?” Gabby asked. “You look nervous.”

“I am,” I admitted. “I mean, this is sort of the first step. I wish everybody knew, but it would be nice if I didn’t have to be the one to tell them.”

“What are you afraid of?” she asked.

“Change,” I told her. “I want people to know that I’ll always be Simon. Not, gay Simon. Just, Simon. It sucks feeling like you have to hide a part of yourself. And knowing that even after I do come out, I’ll have to keep my gayness a secret if I’m somewhere that doesn’t feel safe.”

“I hate to say it, but that’s sometimes the world we live in,” Gabby said. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I said. “It’s… you know, when I eventually meet the right guy… I’d hate to have to hold hands under the table because we’re afraid someone might not like it.”

We sat in silence for a moment. My racing heart began to calm down.

“I love you,” she said, giving me a warm hug. It was the kind of hug that you remember for a long time because it came at a point when you didn’t realize how much you needed it.

“I love you too,” I replied. “Thanks.”

I got out of the car and watched Gabby drive off. Standing in front of my house, I enjoyed the moment and stared up at the stars. They felt a little closer than normal.

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Chapter 8: Little White Lies

December arrived, and I couldn’t do anything to subdue my daydreams of spending the upcoming winter break engaging in all sorts of customary Christmas undertakings with Bleu: wrapping gifts, sending out cards, watching Christmas specials, and kissing under the mistletoe, among so many other things. This was just a pipe dream, of course, because a) I didn’t know who he was, b) he admitted to being Jewish, and c) well, there was no “c.” The other two reasons were enough. He also let it slip that he stays with his father for Hanukkah, so that was the next bit of evidence that led me nowhere in solving this mystery. I didn’t know any Jewish classmates from broken homes. Did I? So many students on campus had divorced parents that I felt like the odd man out.

Being able to share my angst over Bleu with Gabby was comforting, though I kept myself in check. When her eyes started to glaze over from my excessive pining, I knew to change the subject. It was healthy for me to talk about other things anyway. Unfortunately, my brain had a more difficult time switching off. And how could I? Since admitting that we fantasized about each other, our emails have elevated from PG-13 to a hard R. Neither of us got into the specifics of our sexual conquests, though Bleu freely admitted that he was enjoying his own exploration.

At home, I was dodging questions about my social life since I wasn’t at home as much, and there were only so many imaginary play rehearsals. Cory got dumped by his girlfriend after she got curious about his Sports Illustrated box, so he had more time for me while he played the field to find her replacement. I still couldn’t get on Zach’s calendar more than once a week, but when we did get together, it was a king-size raunchfest. Mr. Burke contacted me almost weekly to meet him at a hotel for a few hours where there were no distractions or concerns about being caught. Plus we could fuck with the lights on.

As for Kyle, I had only run across him on campus once, but he was too far away to catch up to by the time I saw him. Marty, Gabby, and I ran through lines one more time at the Waffle House, but Kyle wasn’t scheduled that night. I remained on the fence as to whether he was or was not Bleu, but there was a feeling in my gut that told me it might be possible.



“Are you ever going to tell us who you’re dating?” Lee asked as I grabbed one of his passion fruit muffins for breakfast.

“What?” I replied. “Nobody.”

“Come on, Simon,” Dad joined in. “Who is she? Or is there more than one? Just like your old ma—“

“I think Simon’s personal life is Simon’s personal life,” Mom said, attempting to bring an end to the interrogation. “Honey, I’m sure you didn’t enjoy your parents prying into all that fun you were having at Simon’s age.”

“That’s different,” Dad said.

“How?” Mom asked.

“Um, we’re exceptionally cooler than my parents,” he answered.

“Have a good day, Simon,” Mom said, releasing me from the inquisition.

“Bye,” I said, walking out of the kitchen. “I’ll be home late! I’ll grab dinner somewhere!”



Later that afternoon, as I walked into the cafeteria with Rick, I contemplated what might happen if I asked Kyle if he was Bleu. My thought was that his expression would either be confused or surprised. That would be enough of an answer for me. During my back and forth with myself, I missed virtually everything my friend was saying to me.

“So what do you think?” Rick asked.

“About what?” I asked.

“Are you serious?” Rick exclaimed. “About Gabby. Haven’t you been listening? I want to ask her out once and for all. I was thinking we could go to the game on Friday.”

“Huh,” I said. “But Gabby’s kind of got a thing for Marty.”

“Seriously?” Rick asked.

“Look at them,” I replied, pointing out Gabby at a cafeteria table laughing with Marty.

“I thought they were just friends,” Rick said. “She’s never really said—“

“She has to me,” I replied, wishing I were able to take back every word coming out of my mouth. “She said she’s kind of hoping he finally asks her out.”

“Wow,” Rick said. “I must have been reading her all wrong. I feel so dumb.”

“What about Laura?” I asked.

“What about her?” Rick returned.

“She’s totally into you,” I replied. “She was telling me as much on the night of Brock’s party. I’m surprised she hasn’t said anything. Why don’t you ask her out for Friday?”

“Really?” Rick mused. “Laura. Man, I haven’t picked up on that at all. Okay.”

I was a dick making a dick move. Though I felt good trying to bring Rick together with Laura, it wasn’t what Rick wanted at all. He’s had puppy dog eyes for Gabby since the first time he laid eyes upon her. I could see that long before he ever admitted it to me. She was the one he should be asking out this week, but I was too concerned about getting outed by Marty.

Outside the cafeteria after lunch, Laura raced up to me on my way to Statistics. “Hey,” Laura said. “Um, guess who asked me out?”

“Who?” I replied.

“Rick,” she responded. “Isn’t that strange?”

“I don’t know,” I answered. “You guys have been close for years, and you’ve always gotten along. Maybe he finally realized that there was something more than friendship going on between you two.”

“You think?” Laura asked.

“Yeah, maybe,” I replied.

“I was just sort of shocked, I guess,” Laura said. “When he asked me out to dinner before the game, I naturally expected that it would be the four of us. It doesn’t bother you, does it?”

“No, not at all,” I said. “It makes me happy. Really. I know you guys’ll have a great time.”



On the night of the game, I decided to stay on campus and meet up with my friends when they arrived later in the evening. Plus, if I were lucky, Coach Evans would usually have the team running through a last-minute practice session on the field. There were definitely worse ways for me to spend my time than watching a few dozen tightly clad football players running around before they got their asses served to them by the opposing team.

I sat beside the field on one of the several benches brought out for the food trucks that would soon be arriving. I pretended to do my homework as Brock and the rest of the team practiced a few yards away. There was so much masturbation material among the Tigers that I was having trouble sitting comfortably. I couldn’t stop myself from reaching for my cock and giving it one tug after the next, imagining any number of the players fucking me senseless.

A few of the teammates’ girlfriends showed up to watch their men. I wished I could be as candid and open with my desires as these girls, who were gawking at the young players, rating them by their looks, and relishing in vulgar commentary. They either didn’t notice me or didn’t care, but I was shocked to hear females my age being so forthright about sex. I assumed this was something that was reserved for guys.

Having the girls near me made it more challenging to keep ogling the players, so I kept my head down most of the time and attempted to observe the handsome young men stealthily. Coach Evans continued to move closer to the fence, wearing his characteristically high and tight shorts, which showed off his massive legs. Dad attended school with the man, an Australian immigrant who went on to play Rugby in college and still maintained a notably healthy physique.

Coach Evans and Dad were close after college, and he would come by the house fairly often. It was nice too because he was always showing off his muscled build; he rarely wore much more than his short shorts and a polo that always appeared ready to rip at the seams. The two men had a falling out around the time I was fifteen, but Dad never said what the issue was. The coach remained friendly to me when we saw each other on campus though, offering greetings or the occasional pat on the back.

“Alright, fellas, go get some rest and don’t forget to bring it tonight!” Coach Evans yelled. The man turned to me and gave me a friendly nod before leaving the field with Thad Collins, the new assistant coach.

I’d like to be able to say I hadn’t stalked Thad online, but I couldn’t help myself. The twenty-five-year-old USC graduate is a Southern California transplant who came to work at our school at the beginning of the year. Thad has caught the eye of almost every red-blooded female on campus, plus many of the males, I’m sure. He was tall and muscular, with mussed blonde hair that looked like he probably lived on a surfboard at one time.

Thad was married to a woman he met in college, and they were expecting their first child soon. He also had a side gig as a personal trainer, which meant that his social media feeds were filled with videos and pictures of him working out. I’ve never spoken to the man, but I’ve passed him a few dozen times on campus. It’s impossible not to get weak in the knees in his presence.

I checked my phone. There were still two hours before people started showing up and another three hours before the game. I pretended to continue muddling through my schoolwork and intended to do so for another fifteen minutes because I didn’t want any of my female classmates suspecting that I was only there to watch football players.

“Are you Simon Spears?” a male voice asked. I looked up to find Thad standing on the other side of the chain-link fence. “Simon?”

“Hi,” I said. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“Hi, Mr. Collins,” said Rebecca Austin.

“Hey, Mr. Collins,” added Lilah Robbins.

“Ladies,” Thad said. “I hope you’ll all be coming to the game later. It ought to be a great one.”

“We’ll definitely be coming,” Rebecca said. Her posture suggested that she meant “cumming.”

“Mr. Spears,” Thad said. “Can you come by the gym right away? Coach Evans would like to speak with you.”

“Sure,” I said. “Now?”

“He said the sooner the better,” Thad replied.

“Okay,” I said. “I’ll be there in five minutes.”

The only thing I could think the coach would want with me might have to do with my father. I figured he might ask me about a reconciliation between the two, which I would be all for. I’d be the first person to welcome this handsome slab of man around our house. Maybe he’d even drag the unfathomably gorgeous Thad along with him.

“Come on in, Simon,” Coach Evans said when I arrived at his office where he and Thad were going over plays at his dry erase board. “Sit down.”

I walked in and took a seat in front of the coach’s desk while Thad walked to the door and locked it behind us. Coach Evans went to sit at his desk, leaning back in his chair, and resting his feet atop the surface, so I had a tantalizing view of his perfect, thick legs.

“How have you been?” the coach asked.

“I’m good,” I replied.

“Good, good,” he said. “You know, I talk to a lot of my former students regularly. It’s not uncommon for a coach and his pupils to become close. We spend a lot of time together, on and off the field. So, I’ve heard about a student who has been, uh, how should I say it?”

“Popular?” asked Thad.

“Yes, popular,” confirmed Mr. Evans. “Do you know why your father and I had a falling out?”

“No,” I replied, becoming uncomfortable but trying to hide it.

“I told him I thought you might be gay a few years back,” the coach admitted. “Just an observation, nothing more. He didn’t like the suggestion at all and stopped calling me to hang out.” Coach Evans got out of his seat and came to the front of the desk, leaning against it and showing off the substantial cock that was pressing against the front of his shorts. “Anyway, about this young man who’s been having a good ol’ time with some of my former students. I’d only been given a slight description of him and never thought I’d be able to figure out who this hot piece of ass actually was. White teenager, trim build, with dreamy eyes, clean-cut brown hair, and full red lips. And then it happened. I saw you gawking at my players this afternoon and everything fell into place.”

“I… I wasn’t…” I started.

“I think you were,” the coach said, pulling the front of his shorts down and letting his eleven-inch cock flop out. “And I think deep down you came to this office for the same reason I summoned you.”

When I turned around, Thad had his erect ten-inch cock in his hand, stroking it as he came closer to me. The sound of students in the locker room could be heard from the coach’s office, but he and his assistant obviously didn’t care. And if they didn’t, I didn’t.

Standing to my feet, I pulled off my shirt and coat and then unbuckled my belt. I pushed my pants and shorts down to my ankles before I got to my knees in front of Coach Evans. I reached for his near foot-long dick. An almost sadistic smile crossed his face as he pulled off his polo shirt to reveal a body thick with muscle. The man must have had a disciplined diet and workout regimen because there wasn’t an ounce of fat upon his rippled frame.

“Just as anxious for cock as your old man, aren’t you?” Coach Evans observed.

I wasn’t about to stop what I was doing to ask for clarification, but that mildly rattled me on the inside. My lips parted, and I took the colossal shaft into my mouth, moving all the way down in a single assured motion. This man, who was practically an uncle to me as a child, wanted to see what I could do, and I was prepared to demonstrate my skills. He let out a long sigh by the time I reached the base of his dick. He would enjoy this.

While I sucked the coach off, feeling his thick legs quivering on each side of my body, I was picturing my father doing the same thing. At least I tried to. Dad has always presented himself as a ladies’ man and nothing beyond that. There was no way he’d been with other men.

Warm hands caressed my asscheeks before grabbing them hard and giving them a few slaps. Thad made a guttural sound, as though he planned to be rough. I lifted my rear to offer it to him, though he already had his mindset on taking what he wanted.

“How’s it look?” the coach asked.

“Looks pretty fucking good,” Thad replied.

“The kid knows how to handle a dick,” the coach advised.

“So I see,” Thad laughed.

The assistant coach’s wet finger pressed inside my asshole fast, throwing me off what I was doing for a quick moment. Coach Evans grabbed me on the back of my head and pushed me all the way onto his cock again. Thad took small bites on my shoulder while he continued finger banging me, using his index finger to massage my prostate.

“Move that ass up for me, Simon,” Thad said, giving another swat to my bottom.

With my face planted against the coach’s crotch, I stood enough to bring my buttocks up to Thad’s face. Again he took hold of my asscheeks. This time he spread them wide, pushing his tongue into my anus like he was trying to go deeper than his finger. This guy was adept at rimming because it wasn’t long before my entire body was trembling from his handiwork.

“Thad’s pretty good at that, isn’t he?” Coach Evans asked.

“Mmmmm-hmmmm,” I answered with a face stuffed full of cock. Long strands of slobber falling from my chin were the only other sign that I was enjoying Thad’s expert rimjob skills.

I took my mouth from the coach’s tool and moved down to his nuts, giving them plenty of attention while I stroked his swollen cock. Thankfully I was blessed with a large mouth, one that would allow me to take most of his sack in it at once. Coach Evans’ precum splashed me in the face, telling me that he appreciated the special treatment his balls were receiving.

Thad had me whimpering my way around the coach’s scrotum. At this point, I hadn’t had a lousy rimming, but what the coach’s assistant was doing was so entirely skillful, it was as though this was the man’s main line of work. Maybe it was to some extent. It occurred to me that I was probably not the first student to walk into this office to find myself accosted by these two studs within minutes. Coach Evans and Thad had their act down.

“Pretty boy likes it,” Thad said, grabbing hold of my stiff dick and jacking it like it was his own. He slurped the precum off his hand and noted, “He’s primed for dick, Coach.”

“You ready for this, Simon?” the coach asked me, grabbing me by the chin. “Yeah, from what I’ve heard, you’re more than ready. And I can just imagine the stories that haven’t gotten back to me. I’d love to know what a little slut like you has been up to.”

“All you have to do is ask,” I said, holding onto his long dick and brushing my tongue under the cockhead.

It sounded like most of the students were no longer directly outside the coach’s office, which was good because the slapping of Thad’s balls against my ass was noisy. The coach’s assistant was plunging his cock hard and fast, bucking into me with thunderous strength. Every few pokes, I would lose my footing and attempt to stable myself on the coach’s thighs.

More hard smacks fell upon my ass during Thad’s intense workout of my glutes. I kept my focus on Coach Evan’s pulsating dick, but his assistant was determined to break it with his ravenous penetration of my asshole. Thad’s hands ran down my thighs and then up across my torso and chest.

“We need to bring this kid in to show… ungh… your boys how to ride a real man,” Thad sneered. “I’m giving him everything I’ve got and… ungh… he hasn’t let go of your cock yet!”

“Move him to my chair,” Coach Evans snapped. “I want to see him riding your lap!”

Thad carried me over to the seat as directed. With my feet balanced just above Thad’s knees, I was rebounding on his cock as he vigorously fucked me in the coach’s chair. I leaned back to kiss the young assistant on the lips, while Coach Evans got on his knees between us and started licking both our cock and balls.

“Mmmmm… he loves riding cock,” the coach grunted. “Like father, like son.”

Okay, what the hell is this guy talking about? Did he and my Dad really have something going on between them, or was he just trying to get a rise out of me? As I slid up and down Thad’s pole, I worked harder to picture Dad doing the same. My imagination had its limits.

Coach Evans inched forward to ensure he could keep my bouncing cock in his mouth. I felt my climax coming on, especially now that the vision of my dad being similarly fucked popped in and out of my head. As wildly as I was ricocheting on Thad’s dick, the coach would not let my cock loose from his mouth’s control.

“Aaahhhh… oooooohhhh… I’m cumming… ahhh!!!” I shouted, blasting generous loads of my seed down Coach Evans’ throat.

The man winked at me and stuck his tongue out, displaying a mouth filled with my milky juices. He stood up quickly and kissed me hard, feeding the jism to me, which I happily drank down. The man pulled back with a roguish smile and shook his head in disbelief.

“Mmmm… fuuuuck… get ready, kid,” Thad grunted. “Mmmmmm… fuck yeah… oh fuck yeah… ride my cock… oooooohhhhhh!!!”

Thad’s cock shot its seed inside of me as he pulled me close, shaking off his dynamic climax. The coach’s assistant let his rod flail from my asshole and right into Coach Evan’s mouth, who was cum-hungry enough to fall back to his knees and guzzle what remained. Unsurprisingly, the coach returned to his feet to drop another mouthful of spunk into my mouth, which I greedily finished.

I had a feeling I wasn’t done with these two. While Thad sat back and jacked himself off, Coach Evans pinned me against a wall and fucked me hard. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, letting his enormous cock work to split me in two. These two brutes, with bodies that looked like they were carved from stone, acted like they were trying to teach me a lesson.

“Damn, Simon,” Coach Evans grunted with his head buried into my neck. “Never met someone your age who was so cock hungry!”

“Ungh… I love it, coach,” I said panting. “Fuck me harder… ungh… fuck me as hard as you can!”

“I think that’s a challenge, coach,” Thad laughed.

Coach Evans brought me down to the floor, with my thighs pressed against his mountainous chest. He looked furious. “You want to get fucked hard, boy,” the coach spat in my face. “I’ll give it to you! I’ll give you just what you need!”

For what felt like an eternity, the coach slammed his body into mine, drawing upon all of his strength. He must have been used to having his students cowering beneath him, begging for him to slow down or stop. I wouldn’t, though. I gritted my teeth and looked defiantly into the man’s dark eyes. He was never going to hear me plead.

The coach and I were drenched with sweat by the time his face tightened, and he was getting close to delivering his juices. But he pulled out unexpectedly and brought his cock up to my face, where it exploded in a blanket of cum. If it weren’t so sloppy, I could have caught it all in my mouth, but I think Coach Evans preferred the mess he made.

“Shit, kid… (gasp)… you might need… (gasp)… to leave here with a trophy!” the coach exclaimed.

“Bring him up here, coach!” Thad called out.

“Let’s go, boy,” Coach Evans said, carrying me like a ragdoll to his chair, where Thad was stroking his throbbing, red cock.

“Ahhhhh… eat it!” Thad cried as his cum blasted me in the face.

I consumed as much as I could, but Thad’s cum landed everywhere, from my chest to my shoulders to the top of my head. The men lifted me up to the coach’s desk, where they ingested most of their combined jism and then fed the rest back to me.

“I’m sorry you were never into athletics, Simon,” Coach Evans said.

“I’ve always been into athletes, Coach,” I admitted, kissing him and licking the last droplet of cum from his bottom lip.

By the time we finished, I was covered in sweat and cum. I looked at the clock and saw that I had almost forty-five minutes to get home, clean up, change, and meet Gabby before the game as we had planned. However, Coach Evans suggested I use his private shower in the restroom attached to his office. It gave the coach and his assistant another crack at my ass before they got back to the team and I met up with Gabby.



“What do you think of him?” Gabby asked, pointing out a handsome student walking past us.

“He’s pretty hot,” I said, not totally comfortable talking about men out in the open.

“I’m so glad I get to do this with you now,” she said.

Robinson High made a big deal out of their football games, and it looked as though every person on campus was filling the stadium. There were usually about ten food trucks nearby, offering everything from salted pretzels to burgers sandwiched between buns made of macaroni and cheese.

“I’m starved,” Gabby said. “Did you eat already?”

“I did,” I answered, still tasting cum on the back of my throat. “I couldn’t eat another bite.”

“Loser,” Gabby laughed. “Well, find us somewhere to sit. I’m going to go get something really greasy!”

I saw a bench that was open and hurried to it when a hand clasped my shoulder, catching me off guard.

“Hey, Simon,” said Kyle. “Long time, no see.”

“Oh… hey,” I replied. “Yeah, good to see you too, Kyle.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” he said. “I hope it’s cool.”

“Sure,” I replied.

Oh my God. Was he about to admit that he’s Bleu and he knows I’m Jean, and we could finally put all of this endless email business behind us? And that would mean I wouldn’t have to keep trying to squeeze Marty and Gabby together. Just say the words, Kyle. Just get this over and done with.

“Are you and Gabby a thing?” Kyle asked.

“What?” I replied. Did I hear him right? That definitely didn’t sound like, “I’m Bleu.”

“Gabby… are you guys together?” he repeated. “I kind of wanted to ask her out.”

“Oh yeah, no,” I replied. “We’re just friends.”

“Awesome, Simon,” Kyle said, patting me on the back. And then he leaned in to whisper, “And you should come by the Waffle House soon. You get my dick so hard.”

“Definitely,” I replied. Great.

Either Kyle must not have found Gabby, or she just didn’t mention being hit on when she returned. While she finished three Pho tacos and bagel chili cheese fries, we chatted about men, but I spoke several decibels below her. She also didn’t feel the need to look around to make sure nobody overheard her.

“Simon,” she finally said quietly. “You know if you just come out to everyone, you won’t have to check over your shoulder anymore when you talk about boys.”

“I know,” I replied. “I know.”

We met up with Laura and Rick in the stadium a short while later. This was after their first date, which neither of them brought up. In fact, there didn’t seem to be any heat between the two of them at all as they sat beside each other before the game. Maybe Laura was having second thoughts about dating someone she’s been friends with for so many years.

“Why do we come to these?” Laura asked me as the cheerleaders were trotting onto the field.

“I was kind of hoping you could tell me that,” I laughed.

“Everyone stand for the National Anthem, sung tonight by drama student, Toni Becker,” Mr. Evans’ voice intoned.

Toni, who was playing Fraulein Schneider in “Cabaret,” was on a stage in the middle of the football field and starting her rendition of the anthem. She only got out a majestic “Oh” that went on for three of four syllables before the Tigers’ mascot frantically ran across the field yelling a familiar name.

“Gaaaaaaabby!!!” rang throughout the stadium, even though it was slightly stifled under the giant cartoon tiger mask. “Gaaaaaabby!!!”

There was no mistaking the shrill voice of the person in the costume. It was Marty. I looked toward Gabby, and her mortified expression said it all. “Please don’t do this,” she mouthed as she looked down and brought her hands to her face. Almost every student pulled out their phones to record the bizarre incident that had all the ingredients of a potential viral sensation.

“Gabby!” Marty yelled, staring at the object of his affection from the field. “Gabby Sasso! I need you to know that I, Marty Ellis, being of sound mind, am hopelessly, endlessly, and categorically… in love with you! Please come down to me, my sweet, sweet—“

Gabby stood up and looked as though she might leave, but instead, she walked down to the front row of the bleachers, standing a few feet away from Marty. “Marty!” she yelled. She wasn’t mad. She was simply trying to get his attention. “Marty, please! Stop. Please.”

“I… I love you, Gabby,” Marty continued, mostly out of breath. “I love—“

“Marty, we’re just friends,” Gabby confirmed, in her gentlest tone. I could tell she was doing whatever she could to let Marty down delicately. She had a tough exterior, but there was no question that Gabby was above all, kind. “We’re good friends, but that’s it for me. I’m sorry.”

Gabby, walked back up the stairs and said, “I have to go,” before leaving me with Laura and Rick.

“I thought she liked him,” Rick said.

“I… uh… I don’t know,” I replied. “I thought so too.”

Shit. This was the time to be honest with everyone finally, but I looked at my friends and couldn’t find the strength.

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Chapter 9: Some Gifts Can’t Be Returned

It was Christmas morning. I turned over in my empty bed, wishing I had Bleu next to me to hold me close. To tell him I loved him and to hear those same words back. We finally said it. Or, for the sake of accuracy, we wrote it in our correspondence. Though we didn’t know each other’s names, we were aware a bond had been established. He knew that I enjoyed Harry Potter books, spending time with my friends, and making my mom laugh. I knew that he liked basketball, writing in his journal, and watching his nephew’s face whenever the toddler experienced something new. No, I wasn’t sure of Bleu’s name or where he lived, but that wasn’t important. He had a kind, affectionate soul that he opened up to me over these last few months. It wasn’t hard to fall in love with him. In fact, it was impossible not to.

Bleu planned to tell his father over Hanukkah that he is gay, but he chickened out at the last minute. He’s returned home to his mother and mentioned in his most recent email that the two of them would spend time catching up on recorded television series and might see a movie during the evening. I let him know that my family would be spending Christmas at home, opening gifts and overindulging on whatever Lee cooked up for us.

Just then, a message came in.



Jean,

Merry Christmas. I wish I were with you today to hold you close and do all that Christmas stuff.

Love, Bleu



Bleu,

I wish you were here too. I hope you enjoy yourself today.

Love, Jean



A part of me was frustrated that I couldn’t hear the words from Bleu himself. I was broaching the subject of us coming out to each other with greater frequency, but the most I ever got from him was “soon.” My frustration manifested into an overly healthy sex life. Zach was making more time for me as his girlfriend worked retail and was putting in extra long hours for the holidays. Cory was hard at work, playing the scene, but still worked me into his schedule. Mr. Evans’ wife was away on business for the first half of the month, which meant plenty of invitations for Thad and me to drop in on him. On the night before his wife returned, Mr. Evans invited a couple of his former students to join us. It turned out that Ridge and Cameron were two of the alumni who told the coach about the “hot piece of ass” from Robinson High. Between all of this, I was regularly going to the Delaney Park public restroom to continue honing my skills. At least I was sexually satisfied.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t say the same for Laura and Rick. The two of them had the most tepid relationship on Earth, but they stayed together. I got the sense that they hadn’t broken up yet because they were worried it would cause a fracture in our group, but Laura wouldn’t talk about it with me. I’ve attempted discussing it a few times, but she was uncharacteristically quiet when it came to her romantic life.

And that’s when she called to inform me that my world was about to be upended on Christmas morning of all days.

“Simon!” Laura yelled.

“Merry—“ I tried to get out.

“Have you read Freaky Secrets this morning? Turn your computer on now! Like, right now!”

I went to my desk, flipped up my laptop screen, accessed the site, and felt my heart drop.

“Simon… is it true?” Laura asked.

An anonymous post was added to the site thirteen minutes ago, featuring several of the emails between Bleu and myself. Marty. Fucking, Marty. Only he would have these. The accompanying message confirmed it.



Dear Robinson High Student Body,

One of our own has been harboring a secret double life. As you can see by the attached emails, Simon Spears (Jean) has been carrying on a romantic relationship with the anonymous Bleu who came out on this site several months ago. You can see from their emails to each other that they were hot and heavy for each other. This is a far cry from the sweet, authentic expression of love demonstrated by Marty Ellis at last month’s Tigers’ game. Maybe we should all stop talking about that and find out why Simon Spears hasn’t been honest with anybody, especially his closest friends.



“I have to go… I can’t,” I said, hanging up on Laura.

Within seconds, she texted me along with almost twenty other people trying to find out if there was any truth to the post. Could I lie my way out of it? No, I wasn’t going to make things more complicated than they were, but I wasn’t prepared to come out. Not this way. I wanted to strangle Marty for this. I stood up as though I was going to head straight out of the house to choke Marty Ellis in front of his parents. Right there in the middle of the living room, while he and his family were opening their gifts. They’d probably thank me. And then quickly I fell back down onto my disheveled bed and to reality.

“Simon?” Lee said from outside my bedroom door. “Can I come in?”

“Not right… yeah, go ahead,” I answered.

“Merry Christmas,” he said. The worry on my brother’s face told me he wasn’t only there to offer me holiday tidings. “Is it true?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Do you want to talk?“ he asked, but I needed to be alone. Did Bleu know this is out there?

“Not really,” I said. “Just… I need to be alone.”

“Okay,” he replied and closed my door.

Of all the fucking days I really needed to be by myself, it had to be today. And then it hit me. If Lee already found out about the post, it wouldn’t be long before a nosy parent would text Mom or Dad about it. I needed to tell them right away. There was no more time to rehearse.

“Simon,” Dad said from outside my bedroom.

“Hey,” I replied.

“We’re going to open presents in five,” he said. “Merry Christmas, buddy.”

“Merry Christmas,” I replied. “I’ll be right down.”

The pit in my stomach felt as though it would drag me to the floor as I entered the living room. My parents sat on the couch, and Lee was across from me on the loveseat.

“Okay, Lee, do you want to get us started?” Dad asked.

“Simon?” Mom said. “What is it?”

“I need to, um, tell you something,” I said, sitting down. “Before you hear it from someone else.” Other than the sound of Christmas music and the thumping of my heart, the entire room fell silent.

“Go ahead, Simon,” Mom asked.

“I’m… gay,” I said, looking at the ground. If they were disappointed, I didn’t want to see it. “I just need you to know that I’m still me and nothing should have to change.”

“Oh, Simon, of course,” Mom said. “Of course, honey.”

“You’re gay?” Dad said. “Wow. So which one of your exes do you think did it to you? Probably that one with the buck teeth, right?”

“John… shhhhh,” Mom said.

“Dad, is everything a joke to you?” Lee barked.

“What?” Dad grumbled. “I’m kidding… I was just joking around. Lee, just… just unwrap your presents.”

Dad got up from the couch and went into the kitchen to start another pot of coffee. Mom gave me the kind of warm smile that told me everything would be okay. All I wanted was for the morning to go on as though I’d never made my announcement. Open gifts, make dumb jokes, and stuff ourselves with food. That’s it. I needed things to be normal.

The rest of the morning was palatable, though there was a funk in the air. Mom had obviously spoken to Dad because he didn’t make a single joke during Lee’s monumental breakfast. I was thankful to be able to stuff my feelings down my throat, jamming one French pastry after the next into my mouth as I imagined my phone on my bedroom floor losing its juice from the endless calls and texts I must have been receiving.

While Dad went to the garage to put some of his new tools away, Mom asked if I wanted to talk about anything. I explained my situation with Bleu, how I started communicating with him, and what Marty had done to use my relationship against me. I confessed the lengths I went to keep my secret, and what occurred before I came downstairs. Mom made it clear, with bluer language than I had ever heard from her, that she was no fan of Marty Ellis.

“It feels like a test of character, and I failed,” I told her.

“No, Simon,” Mom said. “You were going through something so much more intense than anything you’ve ever been through, and your strong support system wasn’t there to help you through it. Don’t beat yourself up, honey. I know you’ll make things better.”

I went up to my bedroom and picked up my phone. Over a hundred messages had come in since I left. I had to tell Bleu what happened. I didn’t want him to find out from someone else in school.



Bleu,

I was outed today. Marty Ellis got some of our emails from a few months ago and posted them on Freaky Secrets this morning. I never thought he would have done this or I would have told you back when it happened. I’m sorry.

Love, Simon Spears



He responded almost immediately.



Simon,

I saw. I can’t believe you’ve known about this for months and you never told me that this was out there. I can’t deal with this, Simon. It’s too scary for me. If people found out, I don’t think I could handle it. I think we need a break from this.

Bleu



I was muttering, “No, no, no, no, no,” as I typed my follow up message.



Bleu,

It’s okay. Nobody is going to find out who you are! I don’t even know. Please don’t stop messaging me. I need you.

Love, Simon



The message was returned undelivered. Bleu deleted his email account. I sat there dumbfounded as I stared into my computer screen and slowly realized that I was just dumped. I spent the next hour crying into my pillow, listening to my phone buzzing endlessly until I eventually shut it off. I didn’t want to talk to or hear from anybody but Bleu.

“Hey,” Lee said, peeking through my door. “Can I come in for a minute?”

“Sure,” I replied.

Lee sat on the edge of the bed and patted my leg. “I’ve been fielding texts from some of your friends,” he said. “I let them know that you needed some time to yourself. I figured that was the case since they were messaging me.”

“Thanks,” I said.

“Simon, you don’t have to keep things bottled up,” Lee insisted. “Really. I’m in culinary school. I’m surrounded by gay men all day, every day. You’re not going to tell me anything I haven’t heard. Scoot over.”

I moved aside to make room for my brother on my bed. As we lay there, I opened up about my first crush, a boy from middle school who I tried desperately to befriend before his parents uprooted him to move to Portland, Oregon. From there, I recounted many of the stories I shared with Bleu over the last couple of months since they were still so fresh in my mind.

“Wow,” Lee said. “You’ve been dealing with this for years, and Dad just makes jokes.”

“You know how he is,” I replied. “That was exactly the response I was expecting.”

“I guess,” Lee acknowledged. “Soooo… what about sex?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I said, turning onto my back.

“What?” Lee asked. “So, are you afraid of being with another guy? I know an adorable kid in class who you might want to talk to about this kind of stuff. He came out when he was sixteen, and he’s probably only a few months older than you.”

“Huh,” I replied. I didn’t know what to say.

“He could probably point you to… uh… wait… are you not a virgin?” Lee asked.

“I am not,” I answered.

“Whoa,” Lee asked. “Do you mind if I ask who you’ve been with?”

“Um, are you sure you want to know?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Lee said. “I mean, is it going to shock me or something?”

“It might,” I replied.

“Why?” he asked. “Have you been with more than one guy?”

I just shrugged my shoulders in response. I was proud of the journey I’d taken since I first started sleeping with men. In the last few months, they’ve helped me to grow into a strong, versatile sexual partner. I can understand why some people might be ashamed of the stigma that comes with being sexually liberated, but I wasn’t going to allow anyone to hold that kind of control over me.

“Okay, since you’re asking…” I began.

Starting with getting my cherry popped by Cory before school, I laid out my short but expansive sexual history for my brother, who listened carefully to every word. I kept things less graphic in the beginning, but he asked one question after the next, driving the conversation into more explicit territory. That was the surprising part of the conversation. Lee didn’t mind the nasty details in the least.

“You did that in the Howards’ yard?” Lee asked about my first time.

“Mr. Bluth?” he questioned about the encounters in the public restroom. “The guy who greets students every morning at the front of the school?”

“Zach… you’re kidding,” he said, sure I was putting him on when I told him about my first night with his best friend. “And we were all home when you guys fucked?”

“Wait… I know Ridge and Cameron,” he acknowledged. “Those guys were in my graduating class. Total pussy hounds. This is crazy.”

“Okay, you’re fucking with me,” Lee finally said, stepping off the bed with a boner that he couldn’t help but squeeze. “Mr. Evans? That guy is happily married. He and his wife used to be over here all the time. Tell me you’re kidding.”

After two hours of storytelling, Lee finally accepted that I was being totally straightforward with him. He was shocked, but I could tell he was aroused from the way he kept playing with his dick. My brother looked like a younger version of our dad, and I would have been lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying having him lay across from me for the last hour while I walked through my sexual exploits.

“God, I wasn’t expecting stories like this from my little brother,” Lee said, rubbing me on the shoulder. My cock was growing hard.

“Does it upset you?” I asked.

“No,” Lee replied. “As long as you’re doing what you want to do.”

“I am,” I said, inching close to my brother. “I haven’t been pressured into anything.”

I reached over and caressed Lee’s shoulder and then moved my hand down his arm while staring him in the eyes. He took a firm grasp of my hand, and his glare grew intense. I thought he was about to shove me. Instead, he brought it down to his swollen cock, which I grasped. He took hold of my dick as well, rubbing it through the front of my jeans.

“Fuck, Simon,” Lee said, moving on top of me and kissing me very unlike a brother should.

We pawed at each other like a pair of infatuated lovers who hadn’t seen each other in years, eager to demonstrate the extent of their desires. Rolling around on my bed, it struck me that maybe there was something in the Spears blood that made us insatiable for sex. There was little doubt that I had it, and now it appears that Lee does as well. Naturally, while my brother forced his tongue against mine, I couldn’t help but wonder if my father had the same appetite.

My fingers clung around the waistband of Lee’s workout pants. I pulled them down with his shorts, letting his fat, eleven-inch cock fling out and rest against my mattress.

“Do it, Simon,” my brother said. “Take my cock. I want to feel your lips on it.”

Lee leaned forward to move my pillows behind him as I shifted down to his crotch to devour his cock. His hand stroked my back as my mouth rode along his engorged rod, all the way to his balls. My brother’s other hand cupped the back of my head, gently tussling my hair as I blew him.

“Brother or no brother, you know how to suck dick, Simon,” Lee said, breathlessly. “Mmmmmm… goddamn… now this is a Christmas gift.”

I played with Lee’s nuts as I bobbed my head down his rigid tool, making sure my tongue was working overtime to reach every inch. It felt like I had show off my skills after the unintentionally seductive tales I shared with him. Not that I’d ever phoned in a blowjob, but this one, in particular, had to live up to a lot of expectations.

Lee propped himself up enough to pull his shirt off and drop it beside my bed, showing off his sturdy frame. His chest was broad, and his stomach rippled with muscles, just like our father. I couldn’t help but release his cock from my mouth temporarily to jack him off while I sucked on his beautiful pecs and teased his quarter-sized nipples.

“Fuck, Simon… fuck… you’re making your big brother feel so good,” Lee gasped. “Suck on that cock again, little brother.”

As requested, I moved back down to his dick and swallowed it whole again, causing his legs to spasm beneath me. A small burst of precum shot into my mouth, bringing me out of what was happening. My brother was letting me suck his cock. But neither of us were the slightest bit uneasy about what we were doing.

We wanted the same thing.

“It’s been a while, but why don’t you turn around for me?” Lee said, turning his body around on the bed and getting out of his pants. I pulled my shirt off and then laid back, so our crotches were face to face. “Now, let’s see what we’ve got going on down here,” Lee said, unfastening my pants and pulling my cock out. “Mmmmm… not bad, little brother.”

Seconds later, Lee and I were sucking each other off with blissful pleasure. If it had been a long time since he’d done this, I was impressed with how fast it came back to him. My brother certainly enjoyed sucking dick for someone who had, as far as I knew, always identified as straight.

Lee got onto one knee and began fucking my face while moving down my shaft at a similar speed. He would pull his mouth off my cock from time to time to take suckle my nuts. My brother employed some fascinating techniques as he alternated between them both. Lee sucked on his finger and then inserted it into my asshole while deepthroating my dick.

“I want to feel you on my cock, Simon,” Lee whispered. “How does that sound? You want to ride on your big brother’s lap?”

“Fuck yeah, Lee,” I answered.

Right away, he returned to my cock, and I could tell I was getting close to shooting my wad. Lee’s dick was bouncing back and forth in my mouth, so I grabbed him hard on the back of the thighs, making a quiet moan around his boner. It was my best effort at warning him that I was about to climax.

Just as my cock launched thick globs of semen down my brother’s throat, I was caught off guard by Lee’s warm load. Our bodies shuddered from the utter strength of our ferocious orgasms. His spunk was thick and substantial, but I didn’t have any problem swallowing it whole. My brother was more practiced at ingesting mine than I would have expected. By the time we released our cocks from each other’s mouths, there wasn’t a droplet of semen to be found between us.

I pulled my cock out of Lee’s mouth but continued working his. I needed him hard again, fast, so I could take the ride he planned to give me. “Oh yeah, Simon,” Lee grunted. “Fuck… the blood’s already flowing.”

“You want to fuck me?” I asked, pulling his cock toward me.

“Yeah, Simon,” he answered, pulling his cock from my grasp. “Get up on my dick.”

I got on top of my brother, who was lying on his back with his cock pointing straight up, waiting to impale me. I took a couple of deep breaths as my body eased upon his pole, which was more difficult than I was expecting.

A knock suddenly came at the door. Lee and I froze. I’m positive I didn’t see him lock it when he came in.

“Lee,” Dad said from outside my bedroom. “Mom wants to know if you want us to preheat the oven.”

“Dad, I’ll be right down,” Lee replied, trying not to sound as nervous as he looked. “I have it all under control.”

“Sounds good,” Dad said. “See you downstairs.”

“Fuck,” Lee sighed. “That was close. I must have lost track of time.” He leaned in and kissed me, holding my face with one hand and giving my cock a squeeze with the other. “We’ll finish this later if you want.”

“I want,” I said.

“Me too,” Lee said, pulling me close to make out with me before leaving me to wallow in the drama that kicked off my day.



Three hours passed before my brother was finished preparing a magnificent Christmas feast for our family. Dad and Mom kept the conversation light, avoiding the subject of my coming out that morning. Dad also continued his prohibition of light gay humor. I sat directly across from Lee at the dining room table while our parents sat on each end.

“Everything is perfection, Lee,” Mom said. “Just delicious.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Lee replied.

“Yeah,” Dad said. “After you’re married, I guess we’ll be coming by your house for Christmas dinner.”

An awkward silence fell over the table before Mom added, “We can switch off between Lee and Simon’s.”

“As long is Lee is cooking, I’ll be there,” Dad confessed.

That was when I felt Lee’s foot press against my crotch. I looked up in shock, but Lee pretended to be listening to Dad compliment his roasted garlic mashed potatoes. I reached down and grabbed the top of his foot, pressing it harder against my cock.

I nodded and listened to Dad prattle on, and then removed my shoe underneath the table. I lifted my foot and began to mimic my brother’s actions, rubbing it against his swollen shaft. The ball of my foot traveled up and down his thick meat, feeling the pulsating muscle push back. Lee grabbed hold of his linen napkin, clutching it and acting as though he was fascinated with something Dad was saying about drill bits. He moved his hips forward slightly, allowing me to tease the head of his cock with my toes.

We went on like this for a good twenty minutes, while our parents kept the conversation going and we attempted as best we could to participate. Under the table, there was no mistaking where our attention was. The two of us had to keep sitting up in our chairs because we would eventually find ourselves slouching just to drive our feet into each other’s crotches.

“Are you finished with your pie, Simon?” Mom asked. “You’ve just been picking at it.”

“Almost there,” I replied, looking at my brother as I took another small bite of his dessert.

Abruptly, the front of my pants filled with warm fluid. My brother’s foot must have been drenched with cum. “I’m almost done, too,” Lee said. I started pumping his crotch with greater force, ready for my sock to be sopping with Lee’s sticky juices. The sweat coming down my brother’s brow, as he took small, slow bites of his dessert, was enough to communicate that my toe job was almost complete.

“Are you boys okay,” Mom asked. “You both look flush.”

“I think it’s just the heat in here, Mom,” Lee said.

My brother bit down on his lip and wiped his forehead as my foot became wet with his steaming seed. We lucked out because we were both wearing dark pants, making it difficult to see that we both soiled them. While Dad cleared the table, I excused myself and went up to my bedroom, choosing not to watch any holiday-themed movies with the family, as was our tradition. I figured I got a free pass to do my own thing after my Christmas morning announcement.

I jumped back into bed, not sure how long I would have to wait for my older brother to come back to finish what we started. I reached down to my soiled crotch and rubbed my hand against it, getting the moistness on my palm and fingertips. I lifted it to my face to breathe in the scent of my own cum.

“Hey, Simon, can I come in?” Lee said from outside my bedroom. “I brought some cookies.”

“Sure, Lee,” I replied with the same congenial tone. It was all for our parents.

This time when my brother entered my bedroom, he locked the door and checked it, dropping the cookies on my desk. “We don’t need another scare like the one earlier,” Lee said. He climbed into my bed and started getting out of his clothes. I followed suit, but he grabbed my briefs from me before I could toss them aside. “Let me have those,” he said, taking my boxers from me and bringing them to his face. “Mmmmm… your leftovers are making my mouth water.” I took Lee’s underwear and searched for any remnants of semen, licking anything that remained and sucking the cotton to sample his juices. “Now, where did we leave off, little brother?”

Lee was getting off on the taboo nature of our hyper-kinky scenario. I took hold of his cock, stroking it while we made out. As much as I wanted to ride my brother, I think I could have spent the whole night like this, with our lips locked together. Lee was a phenomenal kisser, both passionate and attentive.

“You like my cock, little brother,” he whispered between kisses. “Hmmmm? You want to feel it penetrate you?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Even though Mom and Dad are right downstairs?” Lee asked.

“Yes,” I repeated.

“They think you’re pouring your heart out to me,” he said, licking along the side of my neck until he reached my ear. “That’s why they won’t be disturbing us tonight.”

My brother rolled over so that I was on top of him. I felt his cock pushing its way against my asshole, so I leaned back until it was halfway inserted inside me. I closed my eyes and fell all the way back, gasping once it pierced me.

“It’s pretty fucking big, isn’t it?” Lee said with a sly smile. “The chicks I date think it’s uncomfortable.” He grabbed my asscheeks and started pumping his cock forward. “Ungh… you just have to get… ungh… used to it. Right, Simon?”

“Ahhh… yeah…” I replied.

I grabbed onto my brother’s thick pecs, giving them steady squeezes while he fucked me. He brought my hands to his nipples, which I began to pinch and tease with my fingertips. Lee’s tongue pressed against his bottom lip as he gave me a nod of approval. He was appreciating the attention I was giving his extraordinary chest.

“Bounce on that cock, little brother,” Lee grunted. “Ride it hard! Fuck… fuck yeah!”

Even though the door was locked, I continued to look back to make sure it was closed. I couldn’t imagine how our parents would react if they found Lee bucking his cock inside of me animatedly instead of the two of us having a one-on-one brotherly conversation in my bedroom over cookies. Knowing that Lee was so willing to fuck me, I had to believe Dad would do the same thing given the opportunity. As messed up as it might be, I wanted desperately for the answer to be yes.

“Over here,” my brother commanded, smacking me on the ass and pulling me off of him.

Lee got out of bed and then brought me to the middle of my bedroom, where he lifted me onto his cock so he could fuck me while I held onto his rounded shoulders. He loved to show off how strong he was, so banging me in mid-air was an excellent display of his muscle. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he held me by my asscheeks, pounding his dick inside of me just as aggressively as when we were on the bed.

Sweat dripped down his handsome face as our tongues probed each other during our Christmas fuck session. The slap of his balls was matched by the sound of my hard cock smacking my brother’s tight stomach, but we ignored the amount of noise we were making. Dad and Mom had “A Christmas Story” on downstairs, and I think we were both comfortable that it was drowning out the sounds of our incestuous antics.

“Simon… fuck… you’re so hot, little brother,” Lee gasped, spraying his load inside my worn anus. “Oooooohhh… oh fuck… God, that was tight!”

Cum ran down my legs from my bottom as Lee set me back on the ground. He turned me around and snacked on his juices, from my calves to my soaked asshole. Once he was done with the external drippings, his tongue stabbed my hole to drink anything he popped inside me.

“My cum tastes so fucking good spilling from your ass, Simon,” Lee growled. “Turn around.”

I spun to face my brother, who remained on his knees. He stared up at me with my hardened cock less than an inch from his face. He got his hand around it and then put it in his mouth, soaking it with his saliva. Lee bobbed down on it six or seven times before pulling away and spitting on my dick. It was slimy with my brother’s saliva.

“I think it’s ready,” Lee said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

Lee jumped back onto my bed and lifted his legs high in the air, showing off his tight pink hole. “What the hell do you think I mean, Simon?” he asked. “I want to feel you on top of me. Inside me.”

While my parents were downstairs, probably talking through the healthiest way to handle a teenage son who just came out of the closet, I was ramming my nine-inch cock inside my older brother’s asshole. This probably wasn’t going to encourage a healthy relationship between Lee and me, but it was certainly a hell of a lot of fun.

I doubt my brother was expecting me to fuck him as fiercely as I chose to, but I figured he deserved a taste of his own medicine. I may not have had the length or girth of his cock, but I had the drive to dominate his hole, and that is just what he got. Our bodies slapped together even louder than before, so I turned on some music to mask our activities.

“Oh, Simon… fuck… I had no idea!” Lee gasped. “Fuck, little brother… ooohhhh… I could get used to this!”

I grabbed Lee’s ankles and drove into him like I was making the final sprint around a racetrack. I could feel my body tremble as my balls readied their release. My hair was drenched and getting in my eyes, so I kept twisting my head quickly to keep watching my brother struggling beneath me.

“Ahhhh… oh… oh… Lee!” I called out, blasting my cum inside him, before falling onto his chest. “Oh (gasp)… jeez… I might… whew… need a little break.”

“Soon,” Lee said, turning me onto my back and then crouching over my face.

The cum I shot inside my brother dripped into my mouth, making its way to my stomach. While I carefully rimmed his soaked, hairy bunghole, Lee masturbated over my chest. I was lost in the salty taste of my own load when I heard my brother start panting. Another warm batch of his semen splattered across my stomach, and Lee fell forward, consuming it while my tongue explored his moist asshole.

“Are you boys okay in there?” Mom asked from the hall. “Can I get you anything?”

“I think we have everything we need, Mom,” Lee replied. I could tell that he still had a mouthful of my spunk.

“Okay,” Mom said. “Your father and I are watching movies if you’d like to join us.”

Lee and I lay back in bed, making out and tasting each other’s cum as we caught our second wind. Our half-erect cocks pressed together, starting to come back to life. It wouldn’t be long. We went back to pawing each other’s naked bodies as we embraced, one sweaty body to another.

“We probably shouldn’t be doing this, should we?” I asked.

“Probably not,” Lee said, giving me a gentle kiss. “Should I go?”

“No,” I said.

It would be the crack of dawn on the following morning before Lee left my bedroom. This time the only thing I could think of to do with the sheets was burn them.

PK RXujjctmp_65613c0eb98ac05e6ef2bf82fcdbe8c2_H3bq9B.ch.fixed.fc.tidied.stylehacked.xfixed.sc_split_011.html Lust, Simon

Chapter 10: Simon to the Rescue

After a week of thinking about what I would say to my friends when we came face to face, I still didn’t have a clue. I was nauseous as I drove to pick them up on our first day back to school following the holidays. I used to think it would be easier if everyone knew and I could start from there, but now I had to confront them, their questions, and their new takes on Simon Spears. But first, I had to explain why I had been hiding this secret from Laura and Rick for years. I hated Marty for this. I kept imagining punching him right in the stomach, but realistically, I doubted that is how things would go down between us.

When I arrived at Rick’s house, it was apparent something was wrong. Gabby and Laura were standing with him on the opposite side of the street. They looked angry. Then it hit me, and I felt so stupendously stupid. With all of my worrying about what I would say to them and what I ought to expect when I returned to school, I never considered that the three would talk to each other and piece together what I had done to keep Gabby and Rick apart. I got out of the car, and the rage on Gabby’s face had me preparing for a verbal beating.

“Simon, did you tell Rick that Laura was into him because you wanted to keep Rick and me apart?” Gabby roared.

“I… Gabby… you guys—“ I stammered, unable to simply get a “yes” out.

“Whatever it is you’re about to say, don’t bother,” Gabby said. “We’ve already talked to each other. Simon, how could you do that to us? We’re your friends. Or… or at least that’s what I thought we were. Now I don’t even know.”

“Look, guys,” I said, hoping I would be granted an opportunity to plead my case.

“Simon, what you’ve done was unfair,” Laura said, fighting back tears. “No… it was worse. It was cruel.”

“Gabby and I are dating now,” Rick said. “No thanks to you, buddy.”

“We were just waiting here to tell you that we probably need some time apart from you, Simon,” Gabby asserted. “We’ll let you know when we’re ready to talk.”

And that was it. The three of them got into Gabby’s car and drove off. I’ve never had a fight with any of them, and then this happened. I drove up feeling like the victim. How could I be so goddamn clueless? I screwed over my friends, and I was so consumed with my own predicament that I didn’t bother to take their feelings into account.

I wanted to be furious with Marty, but suddenly I didn’t feel like I was any better than him.

Once I arrived at school, I tried to tell myself that my classmates weren’t really all staring at me, but that was indeed what was happening. What did they think they were going to witness? Me turning into a chorus boy before their eyes? I kept thinking somebody might come up and say something, but they peered at me like I was an animal at the zoo. Incredible.

“You’ll get used to it,” Evan said as he passed me by.

“Hey,” I said, but he didn’t seem like he wanted to stop and chat. “Thanks.”

Choosing to cut eye contact altogether, I walked into school looking from side to side until I made it to English Literature. Most of the people who came up to me either said things like, “I had no idea,” or, “that’s really cool.” While I would have preferred that nobody said anything, I expected a lot worse. Melissa Anders told me between classes that she wanted to hang out more because she always wanted a gay friend.

I wish Bleu could have seen this because maybe he would have decided that coming out was more awkward than anything. I could have done without the staring and the borderline poking me with a stick, but the majority of the students who came up to me were pretty cool about the whole thing (although kind of naïve). The sentiment was there, and that was what mattered the most.

It would have been preferable to have my friends around to go through this. It was strange having my acquaintances being warm and generous at a time when my actual friends weren’t on speaking terms with me. And not hearing from Bleu only added to my gloomy disposition. I was checking my email to an unhealthy degree, hopeful that he would reactivate his account and reach out to me.

Nine long days have passed since I’ve heard from him.

During the Christmas break, Lee was able to keep my mind off reality through an overabundance of crude sex. I hoped that we could hook up with one or two of the other men I’d been sleeping with, but Lee wasn’t as enthusiastic about expanding his sexual social circle beyond our home. That was okay with me. My brother and I were able to develop a satisfying chemistry over the week.

Speaking of which, Chemistry was my fourth-period class, which meant lunch was only an hour away. I was going to have to sit by myself for the first time since, well, ever. Rick, Laura, and I have gone to lunch together since we were five years old. I didn’t think my heart was going to be able to take sitting at a table alone and seeing them enjoying themselves without me. Just as I was reaching the bottom of my personal Ferris wheel, I walked into something unexpected.

“Simon!” Marty said, grabbing me by the arm. “Hey… I wanted to tell you—“

“Marty, this isn’t a good time,” I responded, probably more even-tempered than he deserved. Plus, I didn’t want to make a scene in the hall. “Just leave me alone for a while. Okay?”

“But Simon—“

“Leave. Me. Alone.”

“Oh… okay, uh, fine. Fine. I just wanted to say that I’m sorry about what I did.”

Goddamn him. I’m surprised he didn’t hear me snap.

“You’re sorry for what you did?” I asked. “I don’t think that’s possible, Marty. Because you have no idea what you did. You took something very personal from me and gave it to the world. I needed to come out on my terms. To my parents, to my closest friends, and to whomever else I decided should know. For four years, I’ve battled with how I would share this part of my life with the most important people in the world to me, and on a whim, you ripped that choice from me.”

“I’m sorry,” Marty repeated.

He still didn’t understand the magnitude of his actions, and I didn’t have the energy to go on with this conversation. I could have punched him, but that wasn’t going to make me feel any better. “Fine,” I said before heading to my next period.

I reached for the door to my Chemistry class and then let it go. I stormed off, unsure of where I was going. I was furious. Talking to Marty only intensified my feelings of frustration over everything that was happening. I wanted to be with my friends, I wanted to send and receive messages from Bleu, and I wanted to know that things would go back to normal. I ducked into one of the men’s rooms near the library, thinking that I could sit and chill by myself until lunchtime.

“Should you even be in this restroom?” Trenton asked, grabbing Evan hard by the arm. Skyler was standing next to them with a look of surprise when I entered.

“Just let me go, loser,” Evan said.

There was no end to their bullying. I was sure I would come under their fire eventually, but I was surprised to walk right into it. Before either could shoot their venomous snark my way, I lunged toward Trenton and pushed him hard enough to release Evan from his grip. Evan grabbed his backpack and raced from the restroom.

“What the hell is wrong with you two?” I shouted. “The non-stop tormenting.”

“What is it, Spears,” sneered Trenton. “Is Evan your boyfriend?”

The two of them got a good laugh out of that.

“You’re seriously asking me that when you two haven’t left the guy alone all year?” I asked. “What are you hoping happens, Trenton? Are you waiting for him to give in and suck you both off?”

“Fuck off, faggot,” Trenton shouted.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, stepping closer to them and reaching to their crotches. “Look how hard the two of you are. You can deny whatever you want, but I know when a guy is attracted to another guy.”

The two of them looked at each other.

“Isn’t this what you really wanted from Evan?” I asked, rubbing my hands on both the bullies’ crotches. “To have him take turns on both of these big, fat cocks? Hmmmm? One of you could ram your cock in his asshole while the other one fucks his face.”

“Wh-what are you talking about?” Skyler asked.

“Evan’s gone now,” I said. “You don’t want to miss out on another opportunity, do you? Have you ever had your cock handled by another guy?”

“Fuck off,” Trenton snarled.

“Have you ever even been with a girl?” I continued my questioning. I could smell their virginity all over them. “Either of you?”

“Fuck off,” Trenton repeated.

“I knew you guys were dumb,” I said. “But I didn’t take you both for being so dumb you’d turn down a sure thing. I’d never tell. I know you wouldn’t.”

And with that, the three of us were in the accessible stall; me on my knees and Skyler and Trenton standing above me with their cocks out. Usually, there was a little more seduction involved, perhaps some playfulness, but I was in a delicate situation. If I didn’t get right to it, one or both of them might have bolted for the door. From what I could tell, Skyler was the less skittish of the two, so I went for Trenton’s cock first. His eyes remained closed as I traveled down the entirety of his nine-inch cock. I jerked off Skyler while I handled his partner in crime.

Trenton’s shaft already tasted like semen. He must have jacked off before he came to school. He was going to enjoy this so much more.

“Ahhhh… oh fuck… Spears, you… ahhhh… better not say anything,” Trenton whispered.

I didn’t respond. I maintained my suctioned grip on his cock, knowing that the more he enjoyed himself, the more likely he would stay in the stall and get off. Within ninety seconds, Trenton was leaning over with his face scrunched, leaking a good deal of precum. He was putting up a fight to prevent cumming too soon, but he was no match for my tongue. I relieved him by alternating with Skyler, who patiently waited to have his dick sucked.

“Shit, Simon (gulp)… that feels so good,” Skyler said.

Running my tongue along the base of Skyler’s throbbing ten-inch dick, I think I would have preferred if it were just the two of us. But if sucking off Trenton meant I might have this fine senior’s cock inside of me, I was willing. I played with his full nutsack, running my fingers around it while I slid his tool down my throat.

I moved back to Trenton’s cock, and almost as soon as I had it, his knees were quaking together, and his cum was rushing down my blowhole. Taking Trenton’s dick wasn’t tricky, but I wasn’t expecting quite so much semen from the guy. I thought that since he’d already tossed one off this morning that he might not have such a copious load.

“Oh… oh fuck… what a rush…” Trenton gasped, looking like he needed a seat.

We let the lead bully move to the toilet, and I turned all my attention to Skyler. He was the one I found myself physically drawn to, and I was excited to pleasure him on his own while his buddy watched on. I slapped his cock against the tongue, and then let my wet lips slide down each side of it. I jacked him off while I moved underneath his dick to worship his nutsack, breathing in his mid-morning musk. I wanted his cock inside me so badly that I was leaking all over the tiled floor.

Unlike Trenton, who didn’t touch me when I sucked his dick, Skyler grabbed both sides of my head while he fucked my face. He wanted this as much as I did. Trenton just needed to get off. Skyler desired me. I was sure of it.

“Suck it, Simon… go down on my cock!” Skyler shouted. It echoed through the restroom, but we were all comfortable that nobody was going to hear us since classes just started. “Fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good!”

Skyler didn’t give me any sign that he was close to cumming, so I was caught off guard when a surge of his spunk filled my mouth. I coughed a couple of times, which he apologized for, but I recovered fast and got my mouth back on his dick to swallow the rest of his seed. I was thankful that nothing got on me since I didn’t have a change of clothes.

“Not so bad, was it?” I asked.

There was no way Skyler was going to answer that question in front of Trenton, who caressed his tool while he watched us together. I could tell Skyler was pulling back somewhat on his enthusiasm. However, he did give me a slight smirk, which I considered his way of patting me on the head for a job well done.

I stood up and turned my ass toward Trenton and said, “What do you say, Trent? You’ve never had anything so tight. I promise.”

“I… I don’t know,” Trenton said quietly.

“Nobody’ll ever hear about this,” I promised. That was enough to get Trenton off the toilet and standing behind me with his cock in hand, pushing it against my hole. “Go for it, man… shove it in me.”

Trenton took hold of my hips and got going fast, fucking me as though we were running out of time. As much as I knew he was enjoying the hold my asshole had on his cock, I’m sure he was petrified that the door to the restroom might open. He didn’t say a word. All I heard from Trenton was his panting and grunts, like an animal that successfully bonded with another in the wild.

In front of me, Skyler held his cock to my face, allowing it to disappear as quickly as it appeared. I prepped his dick to go inside me next, and I could hardly wait. Skyler loved it too, pulling his shirt up to reveal his washboard abs and lifting his head back against the wall with his mouth wide open. He let out a subtle moan.

“Shit, Simon…” Skyler said, holding the back of my head. “Mmmmmmm… goddamn…”

Trenton lasted about five minutes before he climaxed inside of me, gasping for air and pulling his drenched cock out of my hole. He pulled up his pants up in a hurry and then tried to wipe the sweat off of his face with his forearm. It didn’t help. He still looked like he just got finished fucking someone in the restroom.

“Whew… we’d better get outta here,” Trenton said. He was such a selfish prick.

With his hand on the stall handle, Trenton was quick to decide how this encounter was going to end. Skyler wasn’t going to have any of it though.

“I want to get off again too,” Skyler said. “You go, and I’ll catch up with you at lunch.”

“Seriously?” Trenton asked.

“Yeah,” Skyler said.

“Um, okay,” Trenton replied. “Well, meet me in the cafeteria by the time the bell rings. I hate being in there by myself.”

We waited for Trenton to close the restroom door before we made another sound. As soon as the door clicked, I turned to Skyler. He looked almost petrified now that we were by ourselves. I stepped nearer. He leaned against the wall as I pressed our bodies close.

“W-what are you doing?” Skyler asked.

“Nobody's here, Skyler,” I said, pressing my lips to his.

My tongue carefully teased his mouth as I kissed my classmate gently, seductively. I placed my hand on his chest, moving it across his pec to give it a sensual squeeze. Skyler’s lips parted, and I slid inside. He followed my lead. His hand reached around the small of my back to pull me in. It only built from there.

Like a log that had been thrown onto a fire at just the right moment, our flame ignited rapidly, and we were wrestling each other in the stall, making out and yanking our clothes off at the same time. Skyler no longer had to hide what he wanted or how he wanted it.

“Fuck me,” I said between kisses. “I need your cock.”

I flipped around and pushed my dripping asshole against his crotch. Trenton’s juices were still seeping out of me. Skyler’s cock sunk its way between my asscheeks to give me what I begged of him. He grabbed my shoulders and started slamming his pelvis against my bottom.

He may have been a novice, but he didn’t fuck with the same nervous energy as his buddy. It was as though Skyler had been eagerly practicing for this morning, and he brought all his enthusiasm to his performance. His hands moved freely around my body, studying it in a way that made me so relieved that Trenton didn’t wait around. I was surprised when Skyler grabbed hold of my cock, giving it a few playful whacks while we fucked.

“Oh, Skyler… fuck me harder… ungh… fuck, your cock is so fucking big,” I said, thoroughly enjoying myself on the bully’s rod.

Skyler leaned over me, wrapping his arms around my chest and resting his head on my shoulder. His pace picked up dramatically. I braced myself on the stall’s grab bar because I was having a hard time keeping my feet in place. Skyler had some serious strength in his bones, and he was mustering all of it to bang the living shit out of me.

“Mmmm… I’m gonna cum… oh fuck… Simon!” Skyler called out.

What was it about hearing someone call your name out mid-orgasm? For me, it was like a sign of appreciation for helping to bring someone to a place of ecstasy. It was also something that echoed in my memories for weeks afterward, whether I heard it from Zach, Cory, Lee, or any of the others who had done the same.

I stood up and let Skyler’s dick fall out of me. We started making out hungrily again. He seemed like he would have been willing to stay in the stall longer if he had the choice, but we were almost out of time.

“That was fun,” I said, our dripping foreheads pressed together.

“Yeah,” he replied. “Totally.”

And then Skyler threw me for a loop. He grabbed onto my cock and stared me in the eye. He didn’t say a word. I didn’t need him to.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

Skyler nodded.

I turned Evan’s tormentor around and knelt behind him, spreading his asscheeks and driving my tongue forward. I have to admit, I was probably more surprised that this was happening than Skyler was. He grabbed hold of the top of the stall frame, trying to suppress the sounds one makes when receiving a mind-blowing rimjob.

We didn’t have a ton of time before the lunch bell rang, so I treated Skyler to some of my greatest hits. If things played out as I suspected they might, I’d be allowed to give him the deep cuts at a later date. His legs trembled to the touch. I think we were both excited, but I’m positive his excitement came with a mix of fear.

Leading him to the toilet, I sat down first and then brought him down at a beginner’s pace. “It’s going to hurt a little,” I whispered. “But only at first and not as bad as you might expect.”

Skyler took his time easing down my pole, inhaling and exhaling hard as it inched inside of him. He acted like I was fisting him, but I got it; the whole fear of the unknown. Once he was down all the way, I placed my fingers under his ass, so he knew to move up. We repeated this a few times before I started pumping my hips into him.

“Ahhhhh… slow, Simon… ooooohhh… that’s… that’s not so… ungh… bad,” Skyler admitted.

By my watch, we had ten minutes left. Skyler was going to have to get used to getting fucked if he wanted me to finish. I started moving faster, mildly caressing his body to balance what I was doing to his asshole. He didn’t beg me to slow down or stop. That was a good thing because his asshole was so tight I didn’t think I’d have been able to end things at that point.

“Fuck… Skyler, you’re fucking hot… so fucking hot…” I gasped.

I don’t think I’d ever cursed the passage of time like I did that morning, but there was some cursing going on in that bathroom stall. Skyler leaned back and rested against my chest, placing his arm around my neck. My legs were spread wide as my cock darted inside him like a well-oiled machine.

“Oh… I can’t hold it anymore… ahhhhhh… oh, fuck!” I called out, emptying my balls inside his virgin asshole. “Oh… oh… fuck. Stand up… I… want to clean you out.”

Skyler probably thought I was a filthy cum slut, but I didn’t care. As soon as he was to his feet, I dove back into his ass and licked it clean of any evidence he’s just been plowed by the new gay in town. His hand reached behind, and he grasped the back of my head to push me inside him.

“Fuck,” I said. “We have ninety seconds.”

Like a pair of superheroes, the two of us got back into our clothes in a flash. I don’t think I’d ever moved as fast. Sweaty and soaked, we looked at each other, craving one last kiss as the bell rang. It would have to wait. We got out of the stall and washed up just before students began storming into the restroom.

We exited and made our way to the cafeteria, though walking on separate sides of the hallway, acting as though neither of us knew the other existed. We passed alongside a sea of people before we turned the corner and found Vice-Principal Bluth standing with Evan and Trenton.

“Mr. Spears… Mr. Hill,” Mr. Bluth said. “I want to see you in my office.”



After Evan left the restroom, he went outside and called his mother to tell her what had happened. Apparently, she had it out with Mr. Bluth for not doing nearly enough to stop the antagonizing of her son. Mrs. Hobbs informed him that she had a friend on the local paper who could bring the media to Robinson High to shed some light on how ill-equipped the school was at addressing hate speech and bullying. Mr. Bluth went searching for Trenton and Skyler himself, practically dragging them back to his office where they apologized profusely to Evan’s mother as Evan and I sat outside and listened.

“Evan, I’m sorry,” I said.

“What do you have to be sorry for?” Evan asked.

“For not… being there for you… before,” I replied. “I saw the way they treated you and I… I didn’t jump in. I was… um… afraid.”

“Afraid they would think you were gay if you came to my rescue?” Evan asked. “I get it. I don’t like it, but I get it. It’s okay, Simon. You don’t have to apologize for anything. I just hope those two finally figure things out for themselves.”

“I wish this all came as easy for me as it does for you,” I said.

“Easy?” Evan replied, reaching to his chest but stopping short of his pearls. “No, I wouldn’t call it that, Simon. Not at all. My mother won’t admit it to the rest of her family and has asked me to ‘not be so… you know’ around them. For the sake of my grandparents, she says. Like gay people are some new thing. She’ll talk about all the girls I’m dating and how I’m just looking for the right one. I don’t know what’s more comical, the look on her face when she goes on and on or watching the rest of the family pretend to believe her. None of them are convincing.”

I was an idiot. I really thought Evan was leading a stress-free life because he was out and proud. I wished there was something I could do to make things better for him. I reached into my backpack, tore a piece of notebook paper out of a folder, and wrote my phone number on it.

“Here,” I said, handing it to Evan.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“For when things aren’t going so easy,” I replied.

PK RX_VVctmp_65613c0eb98ac05e6ef2bf82fcdbe8c2_H3bq9B.ch.fixed.fc.tidied.stylehacked.xfixed.sc_split_012.html Lust, Simon

Chapter 11: The Backstage Pass

I woke up on Friday morning and noticed that the sky was a particularly stunning shade of blue. No clouds, just miles of blue that went on forever. It’s honestly not the type of thing I usually notice. That was when it hit me. I didn’t wake up and think about how angry I was at Marty. Or how bummed I was not to have spoken to my friends in almost a month. Or Bleu. I missed our emails. I missed our connection. But he wasn’t the first thing in my head either. I sat up and looked out my window and soaked in the beauty of that majestic morning. At that moment, it felt like anything was possible.

Evan had taken me up on my offer to talk, and we went out for coffee on a handful of occasions. It felt good talking to someone I could connect with again, and I was glad that I could offer support to someone who also needed it. Things didn’t improve for Evan at home; he was already plotting his move to one of the coasts after graduation. I got the sense he didn’t know how much stronger he was than the rest of us.

For a hot minute, I suspected Skyler might be Bleu, but he didn’t possess the same compassionate qualities as my ex (I wasn’t sure how to refer to Bleu, but “former pen pal” didn’t seem to do justice to what we shared). We got together a couple of times off campus, but he backed off for some reason. I could tell he wasn’t ready to take the same step that Marty decided to take for me. On a positive note, he and Trenton were no longer tied at the hip. I’m sorry to say that it brought me slight satisfaction to see Trenton eating by himself outside the cafeteria on most days.



Mom was sitting in the living room before I left for school, working on the book she resolved to finish when she had us write our New Year’s resolutions. One month later, and she was still hard at work. She’s asked me how I’m doing a thousand times since I came out. I imagine the word “fine” is now ringing in her ears since she’s heard it so many times from me. I was finally ready to talk.

“Hey,” I said.

“Morning,” she replied.

“Did you know?” I asked.

She put her pad and pen down, and then took a deep breath.

“I knew… you were holding something back. Sit down, honey.” I took a seat across from her on the couch. “When you were young, from the time you could walk, you were so vibrant and full of life. You were a light, brightening every room you came into, always so attuned to the world around you. If Dad was having an awful day, or if I got bad news about Grandma, it was like you could sense it, and you would do or say something sweet to lighten our moods. To cheer us up. But… hmmmm… a few years ago, something changed. That joyfulness dimmed slightly. It was still there, but it wasn’t a common, more difficult to see. Does that make sense, Simon?”

I nodded, choking up. She was right. When I first realized I was attracted to guys, I was petrified that people would find out. I became focused on the way I walked, spoke, dressed, laughed, and… God, everything. There was one time that I was having dinner at Rick’s house when I was fourteen, and I beat myself up for holding my pinky out for a few seconds while I drank a glass of milk. I was sure his parents noticed and thought their son was hanging around with a little queer. I was supposed to sleep over, but I asked Mom to pick me up because I wasn’t feeling well. I was afraid his parents were going to tell me to leave and warn my mom that I was gay.

“Yeah,” I replied. “Yes.”

“Son, you told us that your being gay shouldn’t change anything,” Mom said. “You’re right. You’re still Simon, and you always will be. I want you to find that light again. I want you to be the Simon you want to be. The Simon I think you are.”

Mom got out of her chair and kissed me on the top of my head as tears tracked down my face. “I will,” I whispered.

“I love you, baby,” she said.



After composing myself, I left the house and drove to school. I saw Laura walking alone and looking contemplative. I thought I needed to let my friends cool down and let them come to me when they were ready, but I was tired of waiting. I needed them back in my life. Especially Laura. I missed her advice, the rational way she approached everything, and how I always felt like I was moving in the right direction when I was with her.

“Hey,” I said, walking up to her.

“Hey,” she replied. “Shouldn’t you be on the other side of campus?”

“I’m taking the scenic route this morning,” I answered. “Isn’t it gorgeous today?”

“Mm-hmm,” she replied. And then she stopped and stared at me with that glare she usually reserved for someone who was about to regret ever wronging her. “Why Gabby?”

“Why Gabby…?” I asked. “Oh… why did I tell her first and not you?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “We’ve always shared everything together, Sy. You’re the most important friend in my life. You have been since kindergarten.”

“And that’s why I couldn’t bring myself to tell you,” I admitted. “Gabby and I have known each other for less than six months. It was easier to come out to her because she and I aren’t as close as you and me.”

“Fine,” Laura said. “But what you did to Rick and me really sucked.”

“I thought… I thought you were into him,” I told her. “That night at your house, after Brock’s party. You were talking about how you loved him, but you weren’t sure if he loved you back.”

“No, Simon,” Laura began. “I wasn’t talking about Rick. I was talking about you. I was in love with you.”

“Oh…” I said, stopping in my tracks. Wow. Like a big, fat wow. “I didn’t… I didn’t know. I’m—“

“It’s fine,” Laura said. “I’ve been using these last few weeks apart to come to terms with it. Finding out you were gay has kind of made it easier. Rejecting me because you weren’t into me would have been hard. Since you’re gay, there was no way you were ever going to date me.”

Laura was nothing if not logical.

“Tell me about Bleu,” she said.

“We don’t have to—“ I started.

“No, this’ll be good for me,” Laura said. “To erase the memory of straight-Simon. I’m almost there, but this will really help.”

I was late for class. I couldn’t break away from talking about Bleu. I told her how much he made me laugh. Even though hours would pass between our emails, I could tell he was quick-witted. He was thoughtful, checking in with me constantly if I mentioned that something was weighing heavily on me. And he was a romantic. I was sure of that. One night we went back and forth for hours, sending messages describing the perfect date. Nothing fancy, just two men alone, enjoying each other’s company and far from all of the world’s complications.

“He misses me,” I assured Laura. “He misses me as much as I miss him. I know it.”

“He’s just afraid,” she said.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“You love him,” she said.

“Mm-hmm. Yes.”



It was our final dress rehearsal for “Cabaret” that afternoon in the campus theatre. We may not have been ready for Broadway, but our cast was confident that we would impress our classmates and family come Saturday night. Ms. Halliwell even teared up after we finished. “You all have astounded me,” she said. “Everyone has come so far since we first got started. It wasn’t easy, was it? Putting yourself out there like this. I expect that you’ll be knocking everyone’s socks off tomorrow when they see how much you’ve grown as performers.” She looked at me and smiled, “Probably more than you could have ever expected. I’m proud of you. Give yourself a hand.”

We whooped and cheered, patting each other on the back and hugging the friends we’d made since our little production wobbled off the ground.

“Any plans on going to the Fair after the performance?” Kal asked.

“I haven’t decided,” I answered. Our school had a fair happening this weekend on campus, but I hadn’t made plans to go because I wasn’t on speaking terms with the people with whom I would have wanted to attend the event.

Rehearsals haven’t been easy with Gabby and Rick still maintaining their distance from me. The only time we talked was to go over scenes, but there was no friendly banter between us. On a few occasions, Marty tried to bring some levity to the iciness, but all he received was a group stink eye. After most of the class exited the theatre, I ran up to Rick and Gabby.

“Hey, guys,” I said. “Can I say something? It’ll just take a second.”

“What?” asked Gabby.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’m genuinely, unequivocally sorry for what I did. You both have shown me nothing but love for as long as I’ve known you and I disregarded that because I was… afraid.”

“Of what, Simon?” Rick said. “We’re best friends.”

“Yeah, and we have been since we were kids,” I said. “When your gay, there’s one thing at the forefront of your mind when you imagine coming out to someone: will things change? You imagine coming out to the important people in your life, you picture all the ways it will go down. For me, I was afraid that things would change and I liked how things were.”

“How do you feel now?” Gabby asked.

“Now I know I wanted to control something I didn’t have any control over,” I admitted. “People are going to react how they’re going to react. I have to roll with the punches from here on out. Guys, I can’t undo what I’ve done. If I could, I would do it in a heartbeat. I know that’s easy for me to say now, but it’s true.”

“Is that all?” Rick asked.

“No,” I said. “I love you guys. It’s been killing me not to be your friend for the last month. That’s… that’s all I wanted to say.”

Gabby didn’t look mad or cold or upset when they left, which was an improvement from what I’d experienced from her and Rick as of late. She said she had to think about things and Rick followed her lead. That was all I could ask for. I was optimistic that things would turn around for us.

I walked backstage to pick up my bag and ran into Kal, who was hanging up costumes and straightening up for Ms. Halliwell. Dad texted me, asking that I be home by 6 p.m. because he wanted to talk to me. With over two hours left, I figured I could go to the public restroom across the street for a little fun with some strangers.

“I’m glad you guys are finally talking again,” Kal said as I zipped up my bag.

“We’re not totally there yet,” I said. “But I have hope. Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he replied.

“Are you, Bleu?” I asked.

“No,” he answered, placing his hand on my arm. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” I said. “I guess… it was kind of a long shot.”

“For what it’s worth,” Kal said. “I wish I was. Those messages that got posted… Bleu was lucky to have someone who cared for him so much.”

“Thanks,” I said.

Maybe I wouldn’t need to go to the public restrooms after all. I could tell from the puppy dogs Kal was shooting at me that he was looking for a little affection. It was Friday afternoon, and nobody was around, so there wasn’t anything stopping us from having a bit of fun.

I put my backpack down and walked toward Kal. There was definitely an inhibition about him, but I got the strong sense that this wasn’t the first time he’s been approached by another guy. Once I was close, I took him by the chin with one hand and wrapped my other arm around him.

“What do you say, Kal?” I asked.

“Sure,” he replied.

Seconds later we were tussling backstage, knocking into stacks of boxes, a clothes rack, and the Emcee’s microphone before we finally stood moderately still to prevent from trashing the area. I fiddled with Kal’s belt buckle and him with mine. I got his unfastened first and managed to pull it from around his waist in a single yank.

“Damn, Simon,” Kal said, legitimately surprised.

“I’ve only begun to impress,” I replied.

We were two horny, naked teenagers rolling around in the back of the Sheila K. Abrahamson Theater for the Dramatic Arts, almost twenty-four hours before we would perform an entirely different routine for our friends and family. I had my suspicions about Kal’s sexuality, but I didn’t suspect he thought about me in this way. Don’t get too big a head, Simon. He also might have been choosing this little scenario over sucking off random guys in a public restroom as well. I was curious about how experienced he was.

“I want you to suck my cock,” I said, holding myself above him.

“Feed it to me,” he replied, pursing his lips and making a kissing sound.

I crawled forward until my cock was pointed at Kal’s face. He lifted his head and placed the tip in his mouth, letting his tongue circle the head. Kal’s gone down on a few guys. I pushed my pelvis forward, letting my cock slide into his throat until I could feel my pubic area pressed against his lips.

The room was silent, except for the sound of my breathing and Kal humming faintly as my cock pierced his face. His hands rode up my thighs until they reached my ass, squeezing it hard before moving up to my back. I was dipping my pelvis forward rhythmically, letting my tool dip into his mouth.

“Shit, Kal… not fucking bad at all,” I gasped.

We changed positions, with my back against a large crate. I wanted to sit and watch Kal as he savored my pole. He would release it to look in my eyes, running his tongue down the sides. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that Coach Evans and Thad would love to hang out with him.

“Mmmmm… suck my nuts,” I instructed.

While my classmate buried his face against my scrotum, I played with myself. I looked at the almost angelic face with my balls pressed against it and imagined my cum dripping down his cheeks. I increased my speed, lifting my right leg as thick wads of cum flung across Kal, sullying his sweet appearance. I used my cock to lewdly wipe up the mess I made, and then fed the warm juices to my willing partner.

“You liked that?” Kal said, crawling up to meet me.

“Fuck yeah,” I said before running my tongue along his face to taste my warm mess. “Stand up. It’s your turn.”

Kal got to his feet, bringing his dripping ten-inch rod to my lips. I placed my hand around the base and looked up at him, never breaking eye contact as my mouth engulfed his wide cock. As soon as his hands grasped my hair, I knew he would be rough with me. This only motivated me.

“Fucking take it, Simon… take my cock,” Kal yelled. There was nobody around to hear us, and my classmate was taking advantage of the privacy. “Eat my cock! Fucking go all the way down on it!”

This guy’s forceful nature got me hard all over again. My saliva was dripping down my chest as he rammed his dick down my throat at a dizzying rate. I wiped some of the spit onto my fingers and then proceeded to puncture his asshole with them.

“You planning to let me ride that fat cock, Simon,” Kal said.

“Mmmm-hmmm,” I answered. I wasn’t sure if he heard me over the sound of his balls striking me.

My sopping middle and index fingers drilled his asshole as he neared his climax. I was feeling a bit dizzy, both from the aggressive nature in which Kal jackhammered my mouth and because he pushed against me so hard that my head hit the crate behind me a couple of times. He let out a “sorry” under his breath, but he wasn’t selling me on his sincerity.

“Fuck… oh shit… I’m gonna cum,” Kal groaned, pulling his cock out and letting it shoot across me. There was so much semen, it felt like I had my face dumped in batter when he was finished. “Goddamn… wow… Simon, I never knew you had it in you.”

“Same,” I deadpanned.

Kal knelt in front of me to swap his cum until we finished half of it. I looked across from me and saw the Emcee’s slacks and pulled them off the rack to wipe my face on them. I hung them back up as soon as the crotch was covered in the rest of Kal’s jism. Good for you, Simon.

I turned back toward Kal only to find him sitting on top of a crate with his legs open and jacking off. He was a greedy pig. He ran his other hand across his chest and stomach like he was going to explode if he didn’t soon have a cock inside him. I had just what he needed.

Like me, Kal was an active bottom, moving his ass back and forth while I fucked him. He was hollering the whole time, yelling my name and imploring me to go faster and harder. Kal reached around to my ass, holding onto it as though he was helping me along. All of this caused me to accelerate, even though I wasn’t going to be able to keep up this speed for long.

“Ungh… ungh… like that, Simon… fuck me just like that!” Kal shouted. “Ram me with that big cock.”

Sweat raced down my body. It felt like someone was slowly pouring a bucket of warm water from my head to my toes. I wasn’t sure where I was finding the energy to fuck Kal, but I pushed myself to keep up with him. I grabbed hold of his ankles and lifted them onto my shoulders as our bodies butted together.

My teeth were gritted hard. I told myself to go just another minute, and then after that, another minute more. This was the most strenuous fuck of my short but prolific sex life. Kal was enjoying himself though, smiling and jacking off while my sweat dripped down onto his body. More thick streams of cum flew high from Kal’s cock, splashing against his jubilant face. I’ve never been with a guy whose nuts produced so much fucking spunk.

Having Kal scoop up his cum and share it with me was just what I needed to cross the finish line. My feet began sliding as I shot my load inside him; I struggled to not lose my balance. Once I finished delivering my seed, I got on my knees and spread his reddened asscheeks wide and let it drain onto my tongue. I caught my breath while gradually kissing and tasting his reddened hole, which shined with my gooey gift.

By the time I stood up, Kal had feasted upon his entire messy cum dump. There wasn’t a single drop rolling down his waist or on his stomach. I imagined him in bed at home doing the same, saving himself the need to find a cum rag to soil (or a gym sock if he’s like me).

“I think that’s the best performance we’re ever going to give in this auditorium,” Kal said.

“Ouch,” I said. “You’re probably right, but ouch.”

PK RX5ddctmp_65613c0eb98ac05e6ef2bf82fcdbe8c2_H3bq9B.ch.fixed.fc.tidied.stylehacked.xfixed.sc_split_013.html Lust, Simon

Chapter 12: John Spears is One Hot Daddy

After my athletic session with Kal, I needed to get cleaned off before Dad got home. I assumed he wanted to finally get “the talk” out of the way, but I wasn’t expecting much. That was fine by me. Dad was never one for being consistently touchy-feely, so I expected him to say, “Simon, I still love you,” followed by one of his characteristic Dad jokes to make sure things don’t stay too serious. Anything overly sentimental would make me suspicious that Mom played a part in helping script our discussion.

Nobody saw me when I came in the house, which was good because I had an enormous clump of dried cum on the back of my head. I got in the shower and scrubbed everywhere twice to remove the funk of my afternooner off of me.

I exited the shower and smiled when I saw my reflection. I was happy. Things felt like they were on the mend between Laura and me, and my fingers were crossed that Gabby and Rick would come around. I said what I needed them to hear. If I had to repeat it a thousand more times before we could be tight again, I was prepared.

And for the first time in a while, Bleu didn’t feel like a lost cause. I was going to fight for him. We had a connection over the last few months, and I wasn’t willing to throw it away. If all we ever had were our emails, I was going to live with that. But I was going to make sure he knew that the door was still open for us.

Laura called the second I finished dressing. “I swear we’re on the same clock,” I told her. “I’m trying to figure out how to get a message to Bleu.”

“Just post a message on Freaky Secrets,” she said. “Tell him how you really feel. And you could let him know you want to meet him. But do it somewhere public. You never know what kind of crazies read that page.”

“True,” I replied. “Huh. I think I know exactly what to do.”

As Laura helped me polish up my plan, I heard Dad’s car pull into the driveway. I let her know that I had to go, and then she promised to text me any more ideas later if they came to her. She said she couldn’t wait to see me in “Cabaret” and admitted to buying her ticket three weeks ago.

“Simon!” Mom yelled from downstairs. “Dad’s home! I think he’s in the garage!”

“Okay!” I replied from my bedroom.

Well, here goes nothing.

I walked downstairs and found Mom on the couch, going through her notes. There were less crumpled pieces of paper around her than usual. She looked up and smiled. “Lee is running late,” she said. “We probably won’t be having dinner until seven or so. Do you have plans?”

“No,” I said. “I’ll be walking through the show one last time before tomorrow. That’s all.”

“Dad’s waiting,” she said. “Simon, whatever he says, just remember that it’s coming from a good place. He loves you.”

“I know, Mom,” I replied.

I went to the garage and found Dad at his workbench, organizing his tools and appearing frustrated. “Hey, Simon,” he said. “I just picked up a few things at Home Depot, but I’m having a problem getting this table set up properly. It’s never organized the way I need it. Whenever I’m looking for the right tool, it’s never right in front of me.”

“That sucks,” I said. I think we were both aware that I had no advice for him about his bench.

“So… uh, how long have you known, Simon?” Dad asked, giving me his full attention.

“Since I was fourteen,” I answered.

“Awww… Christ,” he replied, his voice cracking as he looked down. He pinched himself between the eyes. “Four years. All that time with me… God, with all those dumb jokes. I never…”

“Dad, it’s okay,” I said.

He started to cry. Something I’d never seen before today. “It isn’t, Simon,” he said. “It isn’t okay. You’re my kid, and I love you. Feeling like I hurt you or made you feel like you couldn’t be yourself. That kills me, son.”

“You didn’t know,” I said, trying to get him to stop sobbing. “Dad, please.”

“Come here,” he said, pulling me close and holding me tighter than he ever has. “You’re my kid. I love you.”

I held onto him, secretly enjoying the feel of my father’s strong embrace. Maybe not so secretly. It didn’t take but a few seconds before my cock was expanding. I was mortified. I wanted to pull away, but I thought that would have made it more evident that my father was exciting me.

“I think I only said that stuff because part of me was worried that you’d become like me when I was your age,” Dad said. “Jumping from person to person… never being satisfied with just one. Leading a double life.”

“Double life?” I said.

“You know what I mean, son,” Dad whispered. “Things were different before I met your mother.”

Dad’s head fell on my shoulder. His open mouth kissed the base of my neck, softly brushing my skin with his tongue before he planted a second kiss an inch higher. It was at that point that I felt his hardened shaft pressing against mine, and his hands slowly moving in a circular motion on my back.

My arms remained clasped around Dad as his pelvis pushed into mine in a slow upward motion. His hand moved to the back of my head as he kissed my neck repeatedly, one moist peck at a time. His other hand moved down to my ass and clutched onto it. Having him hold me like this, and studying his muscular frame already had me worried I would cum in my pants.

“Simon… Simon…” Dad whispered. “This doesn’t bother you, does it?”

“No, Dad,” I answered.

“Mmmmm… I’ve been thinking about holding you like this since Christmas,” he said. “Simon, have other men touched you?” I wasn’t sure what he wanted to hear. My throat was suddenly dry to the bone. “Son, you can tell me.”

“Yes,” I replied.

“I thought so,” he said, nibbling my earlobe before sucking it into his mouth and taking a soft bite. “I haven’t been able to get the idea of other men touching my boy out of my mind. At first, I thought I was just being protective. But that wasn’t it. I was envious of them. I taught you how to swim, how to ride a bike, how to drive a stick shift. I wish I could have been there to teach you how to please a man.”

Dad pulled his head back and looked me in the eyes. A yearning stared back at me, and an appetite for the forbidden. He kissed me on the forehead, which might have seemed gentle and fatherly on its own, but then he ran his palm down my cock through the front of my jeans. He leaned down to meet my face, opened his mouth, and kissed me, driving our tongues together in a way that communicated much more was to come. We didn’t pull away at our clothing, though. Neither of us was rushing what was happening.

Pushing me against the wall, Dad raised my hands above my head, holding them together while we made out. As much as I wished I could get it out of my head, I tried picturing him doing this to my mother and I couldn’t. Was he really this passionate with her, or is this the sexual partner he desired to be?

“You taste so good, Simon,” Dad said, before going in again. “I want you, son.”

Removing his vest jacket first, Dad stepped back and unbuttoned his shirt to reveal the tanned, smooth, muscled body that filled an unhealthy number of my fantasies since I initially slept with Mr. Burke. His shoulders were round, his chest was broad, and his stomach was chiseled. Dad didn’t give up his workout regimen after his football career ended. He was in peak physical condition and watching him undress in front of me was making my cock ache for release.

And then he bent all the way down to remove his pants, kicking his shoes and socks off along with them. When he stood, it was like facing a statue. Dad’s twelve inches hung from side to side in front of his naked, sculpted frame. He put his hand around his cock and began masturbating while he summoned me over with his free hand.

“Come on, Simon,” he said.

As I walked to him, I unbuckled my belt, pulled off my shirt, and threw it to the side. I pushed my jeans down around my thighs and knelt before my father, looking up to him while his cock bobbed inches from my face. He pulled his hand off of it, and I took hold.

“It’s not too big for you, is it, son?” Dad asked.

“It’s perfect, Dad,” I assured him. It was. The length, the girth, and his thick ballsack hanging below; my mouth wouldn’t stop watering.

“Ooooohhh… oh… oh, Simon,” Dad said as I worked my way down his shaft, demonstrating the skills I’d acquired over the first half of the school year. “Son… oooohhh, son… swallow my cock…”

There wasn’t anyone on Earth I wanted to impress more than this man, and I was determined to give him the best blowjob I had in me. Each time I moved forward, I slowed down to make sure he felt every sensation of his cock running along my tongue. I clamped back down on his rod quickly and then repeated my technique.

Dad had his muscular arms resting behind his head as his face peered up to the garage ceiling. But a filthy part of me wished he was looking toward me, his youngest boy, and watching his enormous cock disappear into my mouth with unexpected proficiency.

“Never thought this would happen, son,” Dad said under his breath. “Never thought… ahhhh… we would do this together… it’s been so long…”

So Coach Evans had a story to tell, didn’t he? The man remained tight-lipped anytime I tried to pry into whatever he was alluding to about my father when we initially had sex in his office. I wondered if Coach Evans foresaw that his old teammate and friend would eventually have sex with his own son? And what did Dad do with the coach? And who else? How many more were there before me? And when did it stop?

Suddenly, Dad almost lost his footing. Then it happened again. His face strained, and he looked down to me, placed his hand against my shoulder, and pulled his cock from my mouth to stroke it toward my face. I stuck my tongue out all the way, anticipating his warm delicacy. Dad gasped and crouched forward a few inches, letting his cock explode across my face. I drank what I could, but his cum basked my body, starting from the top of my head and on down to my stomach.

Lifting me to my feet, Dad stared at my semen-drenched expression and made out with me again, soaking himself with seed in the process. He would stop intermittently to ingest some of his cum and then feed it to me. I kept a mental picture of his seed dripping from his goatee to masturbate to later.

“You’re so beautiful, Simon,” Dad said, letting his hands trace down my sticky body. He gave my swollen cock a squeeze and a couple of tugs. He brought his palm up to his face and licked it off. “And you taste so good.”

Dad knelt down and helped me out of my shoes and then pulled my pants down the rest of the way. He brought his face to my crotch and sniffed it, pressing against my cock and letting his tongue lick along the top of it. I placed my hand on the back of Dad’s head and softly slid my fingers through his hair.

My cock was leaking from my dad running his lips down it to lightly tease it. He continued doing this, tormenting me to the point where my precum was dribbling down his chest. “Tell me what you want, Simon,” Dad said.

“I want you to suck my cock,” I answered.

“You want who to suck your cock?” he asked.

“Dad… I want you to suck my cock, Dad,” I reiterated.

My hands reached out for Dad’s shoulders once my rod vanished into his mouth. His sucking skills were on point. Dad worked my shaft effectively, brushing his nose against my trimmed pubes before pulling back and starting over. My balls were cupped in his hand while his fingers carefully massaged my sack. Every once in awhile, Dad would look up at me lustfully. He had to know how hot he was.

“You like that, don’t you, Simon?” Dad asked, jacking my slick boner.

“Yes, Dad,” I replied.

“I need you to fuck my face,” Dad said. “Abuse it. Fuck my mouth, son.”

I did just as he asked, clutching him hard by the head and thrusting my hips forward. My groin was smacking Dad’s face when he got to the base of my cock, but it was not bothering him. He continued to slap me on the hip, which I took to mean that he wanted me to go faster. After my afternoon with Kal, mustering the energy Dad required was a chore, but I wasn’t about to disappoint him.

Before long, I could feel my climax getting close. “Dad… oh, Dad... I’m gonna cum…” I called out.

“Do it, son,” Dad replied, stroking my cock in front of his face. “I want my boy’s cum all over my fucking face.”

Dad moved his lips against the tip of my tool, teasing it just enough to bring me to orgasm. Spurts of thick cum splattered across his face and into his open mouth, dripping down him like candle wax. He wiped my semen into his skin and then licked off his hands, taking his time to search for and suck up the remaining seed.

“Fuck, my boy tastes so good,” Dad grunted as he gave his cock a yank.

He stood up and led me to the wall and told me to brace myself. Again he got to his knees, this time behind me to spread my asscheeks. My head and eyes rolled back the moment Dad’s tongue entered my asshole. The feel of his goatee, bristling against the inside of my ass was driving me up the wall.

“Daaaaaad… oh God… Dad… oohhhhhh…” I whimpered as he snacked on my hole.

My fingers curled, and my feet twisted as Dad’s rimjob had me questioning how the hell I was even standing. The man was shocking me with every sex act. There was no sense of rustiness on his part. I didn’t know if I had the nerve to delve into his sexual history or what he had planned after we eventually finished. Was this a one-time thing, or was he glad that we finally crossed this line because he planned to make it an ongoing activity? I wouldn’t mind that at all.

I reached for my cock and started beating off while Dad sustained his assault on my asshole. I spread my legs wider to grant him greater access. My face rested against the wall, and I could already feel my balls ready to release again. I gasped and cried out, letting my thick load splash against a stack of buckets as he ate me out.

“Mmmmm… I could sample that asshole for hours, son,” Dad said, slapping my hip. “I think you’re ready for a ride on your old man’s pole.”

More than ready, Daddy.

Dad took me by the arm and walked me back to his workbench, lifting me on top of it. His stony expression told me he was serious about what he intended to do. I leaned back, putting my weight on my hands, and Dad lifted my legs, wrapping them around his waist. His cock pressed against my asshole and my mouth opened wide. It was an exhilaration I hadn’t felt since Cory fucked me for my first time. Dad’s cock wasn’t just long, it was a wide piece of meat. My teeth bit down hard on my bottom lip when he pushed his way inside me.

“There… that’s not so bad, is it, Simon?” Dad asked.

“N-no… no…” I replied.

“There… take it, son,” Dad said, rocking his hips into me. “Aaahhhh… shit, my boy has a tight ass. You're clamping down on my cock pretty hard, Simon.” Dad’s head leaned back, and his pumping grew more forceful. It seemed like he wasn’t entirely in tune with his speed, as he was getting considerably rougher. “Yeah… goddammit… oh goddamit… fuck, Simon… I don’t think… ahh… I’ve had someone this tight!”

In no time, Dad was drilling me like a machine kicked up to its highest setting, over and over and over. The tools beneath the bench were rattling, but that sound was nothing compared to his balls slapping my ass. Dad was as virile as any of the guys my age with whom I’ve been with. He was channeling his quarterback training as he fucked me animatedly on the top of his table.

The pain of having a thick, foot-long cock subsided after it had plunged my hole a few dozen times. I was getting used to it when Dad pulled me from the table and got me down on my hands and knees on top of some cardboard he threw on the floor. Dad moved behind me and crouched, grabbing hold of my torso to keep himself stable.

“Oh… shit, Dad… ahhhh… your cock is so big… fuck me… (gasp) fuck me harder!” I panted.

Between the heat of the garage and the rate my father was plundering my hole, I was starting to feel woozy. I could feel my hands shaking as I attempted to keep my body in place. A part of me wished that we were filming this, something I’d only done with Coach Evans and Thad; I wanted to watch how my dad fucked. It was so rhythmic and precise, in a way I hadn’t been fucked previously.

“Simon… ungh… not a lot of guys have been able to take your old man this way,” Dad grunted. “Ride it, son… ride my fat cock… fuck yeah!”

Dad leaned forward, moving all of his weight on top of me and pushing me toward the ground. His head pressed into my shoulder, and I felt a couple of bites while he banged me. His gasps signaled that he was almost through. I turned my face to kiss him, and Dad’s tongue darted into my mouth during those last few slams.

“Ooooohhh…. Oooooohhhh, son!” Dad cried out. His arms moved around my chest as he drained his balls into my asshole. “Wow… wow, Simon… I don’t know what got into me. I wasn’t expecting to lose… control of myself this way.” He rolled onto his side, plucking his cum-covered shaft from my battered asshole.

“I’m glad we did it,” I said. “It was fun, Dad.”

“I am too, Simon,” Dad said, reaching down to my asshole and scooping his cum onto his fingers. He brought it up to my mouth, allowing me to clean them off. “Son, just how many men have you been with?”

I shrugged my shoulders, and Dad just laughed, shaking his head.

“Are you upset we did this?” I asked.

“I’m not sure,” he said. “It probably wasn’t the best idea. Especially on today of all days. I’d say we probably shouldn’t do it again for a while. Is that okay?”

“Yeah,” I said, trying not to pout.

“Come on,” Dad said. “We need to get in before your brother finishes dinner. He’d kill us if we were late for this one.”

We were able to clean up at the sink in the garage before we got back into our clothes. Neither of us looked too bad, but I decided I should take another shower before dinner. I was hoping Dad wouldn’t regret what happened right after we finished, but he couldn’t hide that he would have preferred not to have let his libido get the best of him.

Back in the house, Mom was reading on the couch, and Lee was in the kitchen, fussing over several bubbling and boiling pots and pans. “Lee said dinner is going to be another hour,” Mom said with a forced smile. “But it smells delicious. Is everything okay?”

“Sure, sure,” Dad said, putting his arm around my shoulder and giving it a squeeze. “The two of us had a great talk.”

I nodded and said, “I think I’ll head up to my room before dinner.”

“Wait, Simon,” Dad said, not releasing his grip. “Can you give me a hand with that thing you’ve been helping me with? I want to make sure it’s ready for tonight.”

“Sure,” I said.

Dad was talking about the video he was putting together for his and Mom’s anniversary. I ended up re-cutting his work into something more presentable, but I finished it a few weeks ago, so I wasn’t sure what additional help he needed. We went into his office down the hall, and he locked the door.

“Simon, I need you again,” he said, pulling me to him and kissing me deeply. “Just one more time, son!”

While Lee was busy finishing Mom and Dad’s twentieth-anniversary dinner, Dad had enough time to shoot two more loads into me. I raced upstairs after we finished, jumped in the shower, and then gargled three times to get the scent of my father off of me before coming into the dining room to celebrate with my family. Everything stayed perfectly normal through dinner. I half expected to feel Dad’s foot brush against my crotch during the meal, but his full attention was back on Mom.

After dinner, we showed Mom and Lee the anniversary video, made up of home videos and pictures from the first twenty years of their marriage. As much fun as I had been having with my growing list of sexual partners these past months, I wanted what was in that video: a loving relationship. And though Dad and I had some fun that probably would have derailed things, he was still beaming at her while she blissfully watched on.

“Oh, Simon,” Mom said. “That was lovely. Everything, the pictures and videos, just perfect. Lee, dinner was perfection. I love you guys for thinking of us this way.”



Later that night, just after one in the morning, Lee opened my door and whispered, “Simon… you up?”

“Hey… uh yeah,” I said.

“Can I come in?” he asked.

“Oh… I’m not feeling great,” I said. “I think I have a stomach bug.”

“Come on,” he pled. “Just for fifteen or twenty minutes?”

“Not tonight,” I said. “Maybe tomorrow.”

“Fine,” Lee said. “I’m holding you to that.”

My brother closed the door and went back to his bedroom.

“Your brother too?” Dad said, genuinely surprised.

“Are you mad?” I asked.

“I’m in awe,” he said. “Come here.”

Dad placed me on his lap for the second time since he snuck into my bedroom after he and Mom finished celebrating their anniversary. I was too dazed to check the time when he eventually went back to his own bedroom, but I imagined it was near dawn. It wasn’t difficult to fall asleep after the workout he put me through on his anniversary. I never pushed anything with Dad again, but we eventually did do it one more time before he cut me off for good.

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Chapter 13: Riding High

To the Students of Robinson High,

So you probably heard that I was gay. It’s true. If you asked me a year ago, I would have wholeheartedly denied it with a straight face (no pun intended). If you asked me six months ago, there would have maybe been less pushback. Today, I accept it, and I hope you do too. If you don’t, then perhaps you will in the future. I’m done trying to control what people think of me. I’ve got a whole life to start enjoying, and that’s my plan, starting today. Getting here was a painful but necessary process. I let my fears get in the way, and I hurt some of the closest people to me, and for that, I am eternally sorry. My friends are the most exceptional people I have ever met, and I plan to show them the same commitment to our friendship that they have shown me. I understand that it isn’t easy for everyone to come out. Some of the people within our inner circles aren’t always the positive forces we need them to be. So, if you find yourself in that kind of place, I want you to know that you can talk to me and maybe we can figure things out together. I can’t promise I’ll be able to make your problems go away, but I know I can show you support and try to lift you when you need it.

Lastly, this is the part where I’m going to be a little selfish. Bleu, if you read this, I’m going to be at the fair tonight at 10 p.m. I’ll be riding on the Ferris Wheel until I run out of tickets. Please join me. I think we found something special and I don’t want to lose that.

Love, Simon



Submit. He’ll read it. Or hear about it. Something.

After I posted my message on Freaky Secrets, I got out of bed and had breakfast. Everyone else had eaten, but after the night I had, I needed a few more winks than usual. I ate cereal, scrolled through my phone, and sighed. He was going to read it.

“Feeling better?” Lee asked, coming into the kitchen from his morning run. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, which he usually did to bring a little pleasure to the gawkers in our neighborhood.

“Much,” I answered.

“Want to feel even better?” he asked with a wink. “Mom and Dad are gone.”

Lee and I spent the late morning wrestling around in his bed. I suggested his bedroom, where we rarely fucked, because mine reeked of the night I spent with Dad and I wasn’t planning to walk through any of that with my brother. It was impossible not to compare them so closely after being fucked by my Dad.

After Lee and I finished, I got cleaned up and drove to school to get ready for our opening night performance of “Cabaret.” Only the technical crew was there, so I practiced some of the trickier lines and choreography one last time. I wasn’t awful. In fact, I thought I was pretty good. While Hans was not the most significant role in the show, I would get to support the rest of the cast and show off my newfound dance skills. I also wore tight black pants and a matching open vest against my bare skin, which I thought made me look pretty good.

I went down to the front row to sit and look up at the stage, where I noticed just how unusually close the cast is to the audience. The first few rows would see every nose hair and droplet of sweat. More importantly, they would witness every trembling hand and nervous wince. That’s when my nerves began to start cracking. Did I know my lines? Would he meet me later on the Ferris wheel?

“I recognize that look,” Kal said, walking down from the stage. “You’re going to be fine.”

“You’ve done this before,” I said. “What if I screw something up?”

“Then someone will be there to help,” he replied. “That’s what’s amazing about theater. It’s so collaborative, and we become a supportive group when the lights go down. You’ll see. You’ve always got someone to catch you, Simon.”

“Thanks,” I replied.

“I enjoyed your post,” Kal said. “I think that’s going to mean a lot to a lot of people.”

“I appreciate it,” I replied.

“You’re so early,” he observed.

“Yeah,” I said. “The nervousness was getting the best of me, so I thought I’d show up and, I don’t know, see if being here would make me more comfortable. Why did you get here so early?”

“I figured the nervousness would get the best of you,” Kal said. “Want to… head out for a bit?”

Kal and I went to an open restroom on the other side of campus and fucked like bunnies for almost an hour. I warned him that I was reserving my energy for the show, so he wasn’t going to get the power drill he received yesterday. He understood and treated me to an astounding blowjob. He said he had never fucked a guy before, so I walked him through it, coaching him along as he rammed my hole. He was okay, but a little overly enthusiastic. He kept stopping to make sure he wasn’t hurting me. I promised we would schedule a time to practice whenever we were both available.

After we finished, we walked back to the auditorium, where the cast was beginning to arrive. My nerves were less rattled as the group started to come in; we tempered our shared anxiety with jokes, gossip, and the occasional note about the performance. Elyse, a girl I lift in the second act, asked me to be careful with her because she slipped in the shower and bruised her right asscheek.

Rick and Gabby walked in just as I was walking down the aisle of the theater. I stopped cold in my tracks, not wanting to run into them if they still didn’t want to speak with me. Of course, they saw me, so I started looking up at the lighting in the ceiling and squinting as though I were searching for something. I added a little nod to make it seem like I found what I needed, and everything was okay.

“Simon?” Gabby said.

“Oh, hey, guys!” I exclaimed, acting as though they caught me off guard. “I didn’t, um—“

“We know you saw us,” Gabby laughed.

“Sorry,” I said. “I just didn’t want to make things uncomfortable.”

“It’s fine,” she replied. “Simon, we accept your apology. We should have done it sooner.”

“It’s sucked not talking to you, man,” Rick said.

“Same,” I replied. “Thanks, guys. I promise you, I’ll never—”

“We know, honey,” Gabby said, pulling me in for a hug. God, she was good at that.

And that was it. Not five minutes later, the three of us were howling with laughter, and it felt as though our missing month had vanished entirely. Rick told me about falling asleep in Mr. Jasper’s Psychology class and waking up yelling halfway through (“What?” he said. “I had a nightmare.”) Of course he walked us through it and then asked Gabby and me to decipher its meaning. Gabby said she received a call from her father that was long overdue. She told him what kind of dad she felt she deserved (“Marty was right,” she conceded).

It was sweet watching Rick hold Gabby while she talked. He kept telling her how strong she was and how much he admired her. This was a Rick with whom I wasn’t familiar, but I liked what I was seeing. He was empathetic and encouraging. Gabby has been good for him, and from the way he looked at her, he knew it.

With an hour to go before showtime, the cast frantically prepared. After I got dressed, Gabby helped me apply my makeup while I sat on the crate I fucked Kal on about twenty-four hours before. While she powdered my face, I watched Marty smelling the front of his costume pants with a confused look on his face.

“What’s so funny?” Gabby asked.

“Nothing,” I said.

The show was perfect with all its imperfections. Lines were flubbed, lines were forgotten, cues were missed, and a hat fell into the audience. But we were a tight-knit family on that stage, plowing through and helping each other along the way. As nervous as I was, my castmates suffered from the same nerves, but I don’t think it was apparent to the audience, whether they were in the last row or front. I even whispered a couple of lines to Marty so that he could make it through the opening number. Seeing the tears rolling down Ms. Halliwell’s cheeks further assured me that our opening night was a success.



After the show, we patted each other on the back, gave and received dozens of hugs, and then went out to hear our friends and family glow about our performances. Gabby cried when her mother told her that her dad was on the phone to listen to her solo, “Maybe This Time.” It was a day of such emotional highs that I wasn’t sure I wanted to dive face-first into a low. However, I extended an invitation, and there was no way to back out of my pact.

Laura, Gabby, and Rick walked me to the fair after my parents and brother left to go home. Mom asked me to text her as soon as anything happened with Bleu while Dad advised me to keep my expectations in check. I bought twenty tickets for the Ferris Wheel at two dollars apiece and then checked my watch. I had three minutes.

“This is it,” I said to my friends.

“He’ll show up, Simon,” Rick said.

“And if he doesn’t—“ Gabby said.

“He will!” Rick said.

“Buuuuut, if he doesn’t, we’re all here for you, Simon,” Laura said, giving me a kiss on the cheek. “Always. Go get him.”

“Thanks, guys,” I said.

It was early in my ride, probably after the third spin, when it occurred to me that social media, though unavoidable in this situation, was not the ideal way to ask a potential soul mate to meet. By that time, there must have been twenty mobile phone cameras recording me and posting videos and pictures of my plight.

On my twelfth time around, the crowd watching had doubled, and Laura called me to make sure that I was okay. I told her that I was, but more than anything, I was not looking for an outpouring of sympathy. I was already planning on where my friends and I could go afterward to laugh off the Great Ferris Wheel Blow Off and load up on ice cream, pancakes, pie, and whatever carbs we could shove in our mouths.

“I don’t want their pity,” I told Laura on a quick phone call while circling to the bottom for the seventeenth time.

“We love you, Simon,” Rick cried out. “Don’t worry about it, man!”

“Or his pity,” I added.

“Don’t freak out,” Laura warned me.

“What?” I asked.

“This is trending,” she said.

“Shit,” I replied. “What’s the hashtag?” Laura was silent. “Come on, what is it?”

“Uh… Wheel-big-loser,” she replied.

“Great,” I sighed. “I’d say ‘it can’t get worse than this,’ but I don’t want to jinx it.”

“Just a few more times around, Sy,” Laura said.

“Yeah,” I replied. “Okay, talk to you when this is all over.”

By the time we got to twenty, I had finally submitted a selfie with a thumbs up and posted it to Freaky Secrets with the message, “I’m okay. Thanks for the support.” The responses were generally encouraging, which felt good. A couple of people wrote that they had friends they wanted to introduce me to. When I got to the top of the ride, I could see my friends waiting for me, and I knew everything would be fine. No, everything would be great.

As the final ride ended, Marty came running up and yelled, “It’s me, Simon! I’m (gasp) Bleu!”

“You’re not,” I replied. “But thanks.”

“I… I didn’t want you to be alone,” Marty said.

“I’m not,” I replied.

The ride operator lifted the handle on the passenger car to let me out, and I stepped off. “Sorry, kid,” he said.

“Can we go around one more time,” a voice said from behind the man. I leaned over and saw Brock, holding a single ticket in his hand and looking tense.

“Hey,” I said. “I thought… at your party…”

“I was drunk,” he said. “You actually broke up what was going to be a big mistake for me.”

Brock and I got back onto the ride, and the operator secured us. I was at a loss for words. I just looked at him goofily for a moment, taking in that handsome face, soulfully sweet eyes, and kind smile as the Ferris Wheel went straight on to the top.

“Are you… disappointed?” Brock asked.

“What?” I snapped out of it. “No way.”

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” he replied. “I didn’t know if I had the nerve.”

“I’m glad you did,” I said, moving my hand onto his. “And no need to apologize. If I was in your shoes, I don’t know if I could have walked through all of that.”

“It was worth it,” he said, leaning in to kiss me as we made it to the top.

Brock cupped my face with his hand as he sat on my right, kissing me tenderly and letting his tongue slowly press against mine. I could taste spearmint on his breath. I assumed he must have spit his gum out before he got on the ride with me. Our hands started running up each other’s thighs, and I felt as though I was getting more excited than I should before we get off of the ride.

“Um, maybe we shouldn’t… I mean, not here at least,” I said, pulling away.

“Agreed,” Brock replied.

The ride finished, and we stepped off to cheers from our classmates. Laura called as we started to make our way to the crowd and said, “Why don’t you guys go in the opposite direction? The group is kind of rowdy, and you guys should be alone.”

“But I thought we could all—“ I started.

“Don’t worry about us,” she said. “We can all hang out tomorrow or something. You guys go enjoy some time alone together. We’re happy for you, Simon.”



Brock walked me to the grassy knoll on campus where students have their lunch when the weather is comfortable. On this night it was desolate. The moon was full, and the sky was clear, so we could see each other enough. We walked over the large mound of grass for privacy, should anybody walk by.

“I come here all the time,” Brock said. “To read or be by myself with my thoughts.”

“Cool,” I replied.

I reached for Brock’s hand and pulled him toward me. We both went in for a kiss, which continued as we made our way down to the grass. I laid on my back with the handsome quarterback on top of me, his hand running down my side. Our cocks were pressed against each other, but we were in no hurry to escalate things. I was fine where I was, tasting Brock and feeling his lips brushing against mine.

Our bodies turned over, and I lifted him to a seated position, facing me. I had my legs around his waist while we made out, continuously petting each other with gentle affection. I could hear my heart beating over the muted sounds of the fair. I wanted to be with Brock, and he wanted to be with me.

My body was covered in goosebumps when I felt the quarterback’s fingers reach for the bottom of my shirt, I lifted my arms and let him pull it off with my jacket. I did the same for him. We stopped and looked each other in the eyes. It was time.

We both scooted back, yanking our shoes and socks off before wriggling out of our pants. I grabbed his jacket and mine and laid it out as a makeshift blanket. “That works,” Brock said. I pulled him down, tasting his warm tongue and enjoying his firm, muscled body set upon mine.

“Your cock is so big,” I said, wrapping my fingers around it.

“Do you want to suck it?” he asked.

Having gotten his answer, Brock crawled up and crouched beside my face, giving me access to his ten-inch shaft. He moved forward, massaging my back while I buried my face in his crotch. My head tilted to the left, and then to the right, and back to the left again as I worked my way down the length of his cock.

“Mmmmm… Simon,” Brock said. “That feels amazing.”

Thirty seconds in, and I was already surprising him. I reached around to his ass and gave it a push, guiding him to move over my face and fuck it from above. Brock started slow, but it didn’t take him long to get carried away. His hips were thrashing their way forward once he observed that I could take his cock at any level he threw at me. Brock had a ridiculous amount of energy, which made me think of my father. This must have been what it would have been like to be fucked by Dad in his teenage years. Brock stopped himself twice, leaning down on one of his arms, gasping and acknowledging that he had no desire to cum too early.

Brock’s breathing was heavy. He grunted as he pounded his cock into me, not saying much more than my name while he got a taste of my talents. I wanted to prove that I was the accomplished sexual partner that I portrayed myself to be in our emails. I thought that he might have a mental checklist of my self-proclaimed strengths, so he could go down them one by one and tick them off. I was ready for him.

I took my mouth off his cock and started jacking it off while I enveloped the round head with my lips “I want your cum, Brock,” I said. “I want it all over my face.” I let his dick dart across my tongue again, tasting droplets of his salty juices race down my throat. I swept my hands from his knees up to his nipples, examining everything within reach. Brock’s body was rigid and muscular, mostly from his heavy training with Coach Evans and Thad.

My sexy quarterback was no virgin, and I couldn’t wait to hear of his sexual exploits. I was curious how often he and the coach had gotten together. I’d have to be a fool to believe that Coach Evans didn’t get a piece of the finest member of the football team; especially one who was sexually active. Did he mess around with other players? My mind was racing, and that was beginning to break my concentration. Hearing Brock’s moans snapped me out of the obscene visions filling my head.

“Ooooohhh… ahhh… Simon… FUUUUUCK!!!” Brock called out.

Two long squirts of thick semen shot inside my mouth before I pulled it out and let the rest spray across my face. Brock’s load was heavy and generous. I used his half-erect dick to wipe up most of it from my cheeks and forehead before pulling him down to me and then turning over so that I was on top. I opened my mouth and let his load drop from my lips to his. For a moment, I was worried he might not like that. However, he opened his mouth and smiled. He brought his head up to lick the rest from my face and share it with me. We made out and spat our cum back and forth until he moved down to my crotch.

“Oh my fuck,” I said, leaning back and watching as Brock sucked my cock. I wasn’t expecting him to be THAT good at sucking dick! I wasn’t the only one bringing it tonight. I didn’t know if the coach was coaching him, but Brock had been coached by someone and coached well. “It’s… it’s like you’ve got… ahhhh… wow… like four tongues in your mouth!”

“A little trick I learned from a friend,” he said, holding onto my cock. “You want to learn how to do it?”

“Do you want your cock sucked like that?” I asked.

So in the middle of our first encounter, I received a quick tutorial on folding my tongue and fluttering it while I sucked dick. It was going to take some practice, but I was pretty sure I would have a regular test subject.

I sat back again and admired my newest lover treating my cock with reverence. I placed my hand on the top of his soft mound of black hair and swept it to the back of his head. I lifted my hips up, pushed my shaft all the way into Brock’s mouth, and then locked it in place.

“Shit,” I said. “I’ve got some things to learn, Brock. Mmmmm… shit… suck my balls.”

Brock got off of my cock and then took his gifted tongue to my nutsack while I jacked off. I didn’t have the strength to hold back the orgasm that was fast approaching. While Brock kissed and licked my appreciative nuts, I began to quiver and squirm.

I called out loudly, moaning as my cum shot up across my body and struck as far as my right ear (though I’m willing to believe some went over my head). I laughed and admitted that was the furthest I’d ever shot. Brock insisted on taking his time to feed on my fresh juices, puddle by puddle, all along my body.

As I lay there, Brock moved beside me and stuck his index finger to my mouth. I parted my lips and in it went. He then tracked his finger down my body to my asshole and probed inside, causing me to let out a small squeak.

“I’ve been dreaming about fucking you for months,” Brock said. “And eating out this delicious hole.”

“Likewise,” I admitted.

In the dark of night, on the grassy knoll, Brock lifted my legs and landed his tongue inside my asshole. He held me by the back of my thighs, and I reached across the grass to grab hold. As expected, his tongue work was making me dizzy with joy. My cock was growing hard and flopping from side to side as Brock burrowed deeper into my anus.

And then he stopped suddenly and pulled his face away. “Did you get fucked today?” he asked. Twice, actually, but he must have been tasting Kal since I cleared out the deposits left by my brother. Just thinking through my answer made me feel like a slut who deserved to be cast aside.

“Ummmm…” I began, knowing that I needed to be honest, but I struggled with my ability to get the truth out. “I… I did.”

“Simon, I don’t mind,” Brock said. “I was worried you were exaggerating in some of your emails. I guess not.”

Brock didn’t ask with whom, he just got back to making me squeal with his achingly sensuous rimjob. My body was practically convulsing as his tongue dug inside me. A part of me delighted in the fact that he didn’t mind consuming some of the load Kal left there in the afternoon.

“Oh God… ooooohhh… Brock… fuck me,” I begged. “I want your cock in me!”

Although I could have laid there all night with Brock rimming me, I was happy to have him pull me up and bring me onto his lap. We faced each other as I moved down his cock; I braced myself on his broad shoulders.

“You good?” he asked.

“Totally,” I answered. I could have gone and on about how good I was, but I kept it concise and honest.

We started off slow, no ramming from him and no falling by me. The two of us made out while we let our bodies rock together. It felt good not having to hurry because of annoying time constraints. I think we both wanted to simply enjoy being together. I knew that was true for me.

I didn’t know if I should tell him how I felt about him. I had written it on so many of our emails, but letting it fall from my lips was a whole other deal. We looked at each other and smiled, but I could feel my expression change. He noticed it too.

“Is everything okay?” he asked.

“I love you, Brock.”

Wow. I said it. I felt my body tremble. Those words. It was like right away I was overcome by the enormity of those three powerful words, but I wouldn’t take them back for anything. Even if he didn’t say them in return, I didn’t care because it was how he made me feel. I wasn’t going to wait to tell him how much I’ve grown to care for him since we started messaging each other last year.

I mean, it would be nice if he felt the same way.

“Me too, Simon,” Brock said. “I love you too.”

So, physiologically, there shouldn’t have been anything different about our next kiss, but the first kiss after someone tells you they love you, well, it’s pretty fucking special.

Our bodies began to sway together, harder with every thrust until we were racing, in sync and harmoniously finding our rhythm. I reached down and started playing with his nipples (something he told me he did while he jacked off) and then licked along his ear (he liked that too). Brock was strong, for sure. I felt like I could have been thrown off of his lap at any time if I didn’t hold tight onto him.

The quarterback began to emerge, hammering me with greater severity. He tilted forward, against my chest, and wrapped his arms around my back, fucking me like he was rushing to get off. And then he would slow down, just as quickly. He repeated this several times before he eventually came.

Brock set me on my back and ate me out again, swallowing the cum he had just shot inside of me. He took his time, steadily cleaning me out while giving me what I was confident would come to be known as Brock Greenfeld’s World Famous Rimjobs. I tried to brace myself by grabbing the grass, but it kept breaking off in my quaking hands.

“This could be the most pleasurable form of torture ever concocted,” I giggled.

“Oh, you like that?” Brock mocked.

“As if the moaning didn’t give it away,” I answered.

“Let’s see what you can do then,” Brock said.

Positioning himself on top of me, Brock pushed his ass to my face while he took hold of my cock to suck it. While offering him my best tongue work, Brock swallowed my cock whole again. Wails of muffled gratification came from both of us. I may not have had the motorized-like organ of the hot quarterback going down on me, but there were some talents up my sleeve that I’ve yet to share.

Between sticking my tongue in his hole, my fingers probed Brock one at a time. His asshole didn’t taste as though anybody had been inside him recently, but it was clearly not the first time it had been entered by another man. Brock had a confident air for as long as I’ve known him, so my guess was that he had an abundance of stories to recount.

“I think we’re both ready,” Brock said.

My man got to his feet and stepped over my crotch. I held my cock in place as he set himself upon it, letting it squeeze into his tight crevasse. My hands clutched onto his hips to guide him as I lay upon our makeshift blanket.

Staring up at the star-filled sky and breathing in the fresh air, I found myself wishing for our time on the knoll to go on forever. This warm, romantic, carnal, euphoric moment we shared, expressing our feelings through words and actions that we would remember for the rest of our lives.



The following morning, I woke up hard and thinking about my evening with Brock. I sat up in bed and grabbed my phone. He texted me a pair of kissing emojis an hour before. Just as I was texting him back, I saw a new text coming in from him.

“My mom is leaving in 30 minutes,” Brock’s text read. “She’ll be gone all day.”

I jumped out of bed, showered until I was extra clean in all the essential spots, and got dressed. Mom and Dad wanted to hear every detail about finally meeting Bleu, so I gave them the five-minute abridged version and leaped out the door and to my new boyfriend’s house (“I guess this means we’re boyfriends,” I said before leaving Brock the night before. He agreed).

That second fuck, on a comfortable bed and in the light of day was earth-shattering. We screwed each other until we didn’t have the strength to continue. Brock showed off his culinary skills by making me a smoothie of greens, nut butter, avocado, flaxseed something or other, and bananas.

“It’s really green,” I said.

“Don’t be a puss,” Brock laughed. “It’s good. Plus, it’s great for energy.”

He wasn’t kidding. We drank our smoothies and made it through half an episode of “Rick and Morty” before we were wrapped around each other again. Though his Mom now knew Brock was gay, he hadn’t told her about me yet. So when her car pulled up in the driveway, I toweled off, got dressed, and snuck out the window.



That night, Brock and I met up with Laura, Gabby, and Rick at the Waffle House for a late meal and plenty of questions from my friends about our courtship. Of course, we kept it clean while we detailed everything that drew us together. Laura and Gabby found it all romantic, and Rick was kind enough to tolerate the mushier parts of my storytelling.

While Brock explained how nervous he was leading up to the moment he finally came out of the crowd to meet me on the Ferris wheel, I looked across the table at my friends. They were smiling and genuinely happy for the two of us. Laura caught me staring at her and smiled before returning her attention to Brock. I reached for his hand* and held onto it tight. I was thankful. As far as the most important people in my life were concerned, I was still Simon.

The End

*Our hands were on the table and it felt perfectly normal.

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Rimmerdale: Season One

Sex, crime, blackmail, and murder. Life in the quiet town of Rimmerdale is anything but innocent, and the residents prefer to keep their secrets hidden. Dive into the taboo mystery that will keep you guessing until its final erotic chapter!

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Simon Spears has a secret.

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Truth or Dare

Sometimes all you need is a little push in the right direction. Four good-looking college athletes are about to reveal their most closely held sexual secrets to each other.

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