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The winter's light crept in to Austin's room through his blinds. The stillness in his room was broken by his friend, Chase, shoving the door open while humming to himself.

"Rise and shine!" Austin awoke to the obnoxious sounds of his friend yelling and his bedsheet being pulled from over him.

"Fuck off," Austin mumbled and buried his face deep in his pillow, curled up in a fetal position.

Chase laughed, "Come on, man. It's almost noon. It was time to get out of bed like three hours ago." He proceeded to shake the white bedsheet loudly above Austin. Austin shot out his right hand, head still buried in the pillow, and grasped the sheet. He pulled it out of his friend's hands and covered himself once more.

"Listen," Chase said. "Your mom called me and wanted me to get you up. I don't know what to do. Can you help me out?"

Austin laid lifeless still, quiet as a mouse.

"We can play your game again," Chase said. Austin rolled over to face his friend and opened his eyes.

"Alright," Austin replied. "I'll get ready." With that, he got out of bed and headed to the shower.

Fifteen minutes later, he came out of the shower, still drying himself off with his towel and walked into his room where Chase awaited.

"Dude!" Chase yelled, putting his hands over his eyes.

"What?" the naked Austin replied. "It's nothing you haven't seen before."

Chase blushed. "Just put your fuckin' clothes on."

"You sure?" Austin turned to Chase and started stroking his dick with a smirk on his face.

"Put your fuckin' clothes on," Chase said sternly. Austin turned back around and dug through his dresser for clothes for the day.

"Who were you thinking this time?" Chase asked, his head turned to give Austin some privacy while he got dressed.

Austin pulled his white T-shirt over his head. "Well, part of the fun of the game is finding someone in the yearbook. I didn't have anyone in mind."

"Don't you think this is kind of fucked up?" Chase asked. "I mean, the only reason I'm doing this with you is because I promised your mom to wake you up."

"Out of all the things I could do, this is one of the least fucked up. I'm not gunning down the school, am I?"

"Yeah, so basically because you're not killing people, this is fine to do?" Chase said sarcastically. "Whatever, let's just look through."

Chase picked up the yearbook from last year. They were sophomores last year. It seemed like so long ago. Why is it that when you're only one year further along in school, it seems like everyone under you is so inexperienced and stupid? He flipped through the pages and was shortly joined by AUstin.

"How about him?" Chase pointed to a brown-haired freshman.

"Nah," Austin said. "Too easy."

"How could you possibly know that?"

"Are you kidding me? That's Sam Green. One of the kids in that computer club. Don't you know geeks are always the easiest?" Austin laughed.

"You just categorize people by their high school social status?" Chase said sharply.

"What, you don't?" Austin asked.

"Everyone is different. Whatever. How about this one?"

"Too annoying."

"This one?"

"Too emo for my tastes."

This continued for over fifteen minutes. Chase pointed out a few guys on every page and Austin shut them down instantly with one of his reasonings.

"You know what? I bet you're just too scared of not being able to get them to like you," Chase accused him.

Austin scoffed. "I'm not scared of shit. I could get any of them." He paused and smiled. "I mean, I had you and you're straight as a fuckin' arrow."

"You didn't have me," Chase blushed again. "I was drunk as shit that night, I thought you were Emily."

"Sure," Austin smiled. "Just admit I'm irresistable."

"Yeah, until people get to know the real you."

Winter break ended far too soon and Austin began the second half of his junior year. He hated the way school looked. He hated the tile floors, the lockers lining the aisles, the lunch tables. He hated how everyone was always in a hurry to go to their classes and the hallways were constantly because every class ended at the exact same time.

Austin and Chase had decided on Joey Burns as his next target. Chase noted that it was sort of stalkerish how they went about researching him. Austin googled his name and looked for all of the pictures of him in the yearbook. They looked up everything they could on him.

At lunch, Austin began to work. He found girl friend of Joey's from a yearbook picture. They were having a water balloon fight during the previous year's last day of school.

"Charice," Austin said as he approached her in the lunch line. "How have you been?"

"Um," she stammered. "F-fine. Do I know you?"

"I'm Austin. Now you do. Do you know Joey?"

"Joey Burns?" she asked. "I know him. What are you dressed up for?" Austin had a suit and tie on. He looked like he was going to a wedding.

"I have a thing after school. Don't worry about it. Can you answer me a few questions about your friend?"

"What kind of questions?" Charice asked suspiciously.

"Easy questions," Austin smiled and put his hand on her shoulder. "What do you say?"

Charice blushed and nodded. "After I get my food. Meet me at that table." She pointed to a table in the corner of the room.

"Thanks, babe," Austin said and sat down at the table she pointed to. It was empty. Most kids didn't eat in the lunch room but instead went to different parts of the school.

Austin waited a few minutes for her to get her food. He responded to a couple of texts as he waited and told Chase where he was eating lunch for the day in a message.

"What did you want to ask me?" Charice asked as she sat down in front of him, smiling. Austin zoned out, thinking of other things.

"Hello?" Charice asked. He snapped out of it.

"Oh, you know, Joey? He's not gay, is he?"

Charice laughed. "No, not to my knowledge. I mean, I've known him since elementary school. He's had a few girlfriends since then. Why? Are you?"

"No," Austin said. "I was just wondering."

"What?" Charice was confused. "Why would you ask me if my friend is gay if you're not?"

"It's classified," Austin smiled.

She looked frustrated. "Come on, you have to tell me. I said I'd answer your questions. Give me something."

"Does he have any open periods this semester?" Austin asked.

"Fourth period," she said. "Why?"

"Classified, remember?" Austin started to stand up when Charice grabbed him by the arm.

"Tell me or I'll tell him that you've been asking personal questions about him."

Austin pulled her hand off his arm and put his hand on hers. "I'll let you in on the secret soon enough." He winked at her subtly and walked across the room to where Chase was waiting.

"So what'd she say?" Chase asked.

"He's not gay," Austin said.

"So why do you look so disappointed?"

"Because she said she was going to tell him that I was asking personal questions. Maybe. I don't know. She might not."

"You're the one who wanted a challenge. The fuck are you dressed up for?"

Austin struggled through his third period class. Time was sluggish. One minute felt like an hour. There were five periods in a day. He knew Joey had a free fourth period and sophomores aren't allowed to leave campus even if they have a free period. Most kids with a free period go to a computer lab and just go on facebook, browse the internet, or play games. Austin walked around the school during fourth period looking for Joey. He avoided the area with the principal's office - no one would hang out there.

Fifteen minutes in, he was getting frustrated. He had checked all of the computer labs and empty rooms. As he was about to give up and go to his fourth period, fate jumped in. Joey was leaving the bathroom right in front of Austin and walking down the hall toward him.

Austin swiftly walked toward Joey. Joey was wearing a wife beater, shorts, and skater shoes. Austin felt his heart skip a beat - skater shoes reminded him of his days in middle school when his main crushes were skater boys. As they neared each other, Austin prepared to make his move.

Austin tripped convincingly and caught himself on the floor with his hands.

"Dude! Are you okay?" Joey knelt down and held out a hand. Austin looked up into Joey's eyes and held his gaze for a second.

"Yeah," he said, taking Joey's hand to be helped up. "Thanks. It's these fuckin' dress shoes."

"What are you all dressed up for anyway? It's the first day back."

"It's n-nothing," Austin replied unconfidently.

"What? I don't care, just tell me."

"I'm going to a funeral for my grandmother after school," Austin said.

"Oh, shit, sorry. When I said I didn't care, I didn't mean I don't care. I just meant that no matter what it was..." he trailed off. "Nevermind, just sorry about that."

"It's okay."

"Do you wanna like, talk about it or something?"

"No."

"Well, you got a free period right? We can hang out til fifth."

"Sure," Austin smiled at him. The two of them continued walking down the hall. There was mostly small talk. They spoke of their new classes, the coolness of their new teachers, and how bullshit homework was. They continued walking around the school until Austin got to where he wanted.

"Hey, Joey. Have you heard this bathroom?" he asked.

"What do you mean?"

"It has a gloryhole in it."

"What? No fuckin' way," Joey didn't believe it.

"I'm dead serious. Go look."

Joey walked in to the bathroom and saw three urinals and three stalls. Austin followed him. "Which one?"

"The big one at the end," Austin replied.

They opened the door to the stall and stepped in. "I knew there wasn't, you liar."

Austin put on a disappointed face. "It was right there. They must have filled it in over the break. Look at the circle marks right there."

Joey bent down. "Shit, you're right. There totally was one here. I can't believe I didn't know about it."

"You were only a freshman last year. Most people don't know about it until their sophomore year so you're right on track."

"Did people actually use it?" Joey asked. "I mean, do you know anyone who has?"

"I have," Austin said. "Last year."

"No shit! Really?"

"Yeah, I still don't know who sucked it. But it was awesome."

"You mean you didn't know at all? It might have been a guy, dude..."

"So?" Austin said confidently. "A mouth is a mouth. I'm not one to turn down blowjobs. Are you?"

Joey frowned. "Never had one. But I don't know. I'd like to know where my dick is going."

"So you're saying if you knew it was a guy and you knew who the guy was, you wouldn't turn it down?"

"No, that's not what I meant."

"But it's what you said."

"I don't like guys, dude." Joey replied sharply.

"Do you not like guys more than you like blowjobs? I mean, what if it was a good looking guy who asked?"

"Like who?"

"Like me, for instance," Austin smirked. "What if I asked you if you wanted a blowjob?"

"Dude, that's hella gay," Joey laughed and backed away from the sealed gloryhole.

"It would be hella gay for me. You'd technically just be getting a blowjob."

"Well, there's no point in talking about it. You aren't gay and I'm not getting a blowjob," Joey said with a slight questioning tone.

Austin paused to choose his next words carefully. "If I were gay, I'd probably be okay with giving you a blowjob. And if you wanted a blowjob, you'd probably be hard right now."

Joey blushed and Austin instantly put his hand on Joey's crotch. He jumped back as soon as he made contact.

"Weird, you are hard," Austin laughed.

"And you just touched my dick," Joey said with a straight face.

They made eye contact for a few seconds. Joey turned around and pulled the toilet seat down and sat on it, his gym shorts tented from his erection.

Without a word, Austin walked in front of him and pulled his wifebeater off. He worked his tongue down from Joey's nipples to his flat stomach and finally reached the blue shorts. He worked his mouth over the fabric, on top of Joey's dick. Austin licked up and down the shaft through the shorts.

"Come on," Joey said. He put his hand down his shorts and pulled his dick and balls out. He used his other hand to pull Austin's head toward his crotch.

Austin admired Joey's dick momentarily. It was slightly curved and about six and a half inches long. His balls drooped down onto his shorts. Austin loved being in control while giving blowjobs and put it off as long as possible to work the guy up.

He licked Joey's balls and took each one in his mouth and caressed them with his tongue. Joey moaned loudly with his hand still on Austin's hair. He continued licking everywhere around Joey's dick - the thighs, stomach, balls. Finally, Joey got frustrated. "Please, suck my dick, dude."

Austin was content with that and began licking his shaft. He worked his way up and put the head of his dick in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it. Joey didn't seem to be aware that he was even in school anymore - he moaned loud enough that anyone outside the bathroom would be able to hear it. Austin massaged the shaft with his tongue while working up and down with his mouth. Joey pushed Austin's head down, forcing him to deep throat. It took Austin by surprised and he gagged a little, but was able to take it all without much trouble. He was experienced in sucking dicks by now.

Just a few seconds after holding his dick in Austin's throat, he exploded shot after shot while keeping Austin's head down. Austin struggled to pull his head up, feeling his mouth get filled with Joey's cum. He finally let go and Austin pulled up, coughing hard.

"Dude," Austin managed to say in between coughs. "What--- the --- fuck?"

"Sorry, I got carried away. That felt fucking amazing."

"I know. Consider drinking some pineapple juice. It makes your cum taste better."

"Really?" Joey said, putting his wifebeater back on.

"Yeah. You want Charice to like your cum, right?"

"How did you know I like her? And how do you even know her?"

"Saw you two in the yearbook. You guys are way too happy together to be just friends. It's obvious she likes you, too. Her face lit up when I asked about you."

"Asked about me? When?"

"Today, at lunch. I asked if you were gay."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I asked if you were gay because I wanted to seduce you. And gay guys are too easy. So I was going for a straight one. Okay?"

"What the fuck?"

"What?"

"Why the fuck are you telling me this? You're fucking crazy," Joey yelled, agitated.

"Maybe. But you can't deny that you had fun."

"Fucking faggot." Joey opened the bathroom stall and walked out to the bathroom door.

Austin laughed. "This fucking faggot just gave you the first and best blowjob of your life. You're always going to think of this when you get your shitty Charice blowjobs."

He heard the door creak open and slam shut.

Austin left the stall and looked in the bathroom. His hair was messed up where Joey's hand had been. He fixed it with some water. He stood in front of the mirror admiring himself. A single tear shed from his right eye. He wiped it off and walked off to his fourth period class.

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