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"Himbo and the Magic Beanstalk" by Zay de Parco
As I enter the boys' bathroom at school, my biggest crush ever is standing in front of the urinal. Haines is hot: a blond-blue jock who's tall and buff. He's real popular because of being on the football team and is generally liked by everyone, despite being a gym-obsessed himbo. Meanwhile, I'm just Cruz: a short, brown-eyed computer nerd with my dark hair combed back.
However, we do have one thing in common: we're both deaf, along with several other students. We attend an alternative high school that offers diverse methods of learning for all types of people, not just the deaf.
Obviously, I choose to use the urinal right next to Haines, because why not? I still wonder if it was him who sent a mysterious love letter in my locker a while back, telling me to keep it a secret. The tiny, scribble-like handwriting is a bit familiar, after all.
Hmm, why is Haines still standing there? Didn't he pee already? After a moment, he frowns, then signs that he'd do anything to be well-endowed like me. Wow! He looked down here? What made him check it out? (Not that I'm complaining!)
I shrug, signing with a smile that size doesn't matter---not to me, anyway.
Still frowning, Haines signs that he disagrees and physically shows me how "wrong" I am like we're suddenly at the boys' locker room. My eyes pop open as he lowers his hand and shakes it at me. Wow! He's totally right, and it wouldn't matter if "the water was cold" in his case.
Hmm, I feel like being devious. Little or not, he's still sexy, and I'm getting horny. I suggestively sign that if he lets "someone" go down on him, it'll magically grow like in "Jack and the Beanstalk."
Haines raises his eyebrows and looks clueless, asking if I'm joking.
I make it clear that I'm not, adopting fake concern.
Much to my shock, he walks into a stall and waves me over, and I do. After locking the door, he strongly suggests if I can make it grow for him, shocking me even more. Wow! What's gotten into him? At this point, he has to be the one who wrote the letter to justify this boldness that grew out of nowhere.
I'm a never-been-kissed virgin, and up until now, I was convinced I'd remain one forever. It's bad enough I got called an incel once---ugh.
I sign my consent and lower myself to my knees to unzip Haines' jeans. He's such a himbo that he fell for my big lie, and by the looks of it, he quickly falls for my mouth, too. Okay, this is both awkward and kind of awesome, and his manly scent triggers my pheromones---and erects my own beanstalk. I lower my hand and take care of my business while I take care of his. I could get used to our new connection.
Haines' breathing and the way he grips my head tell me he loves my unskilled performance. I'm making him happy, and that makes me just as happy. Wow! I still can't believe we're doing this. The best part is that it's not a (wet) dream; it's reality.
I motion my hand faster and try to split my focus by pleasuring the both of us. When I look up at Haines with a slobbery mouthful, totally not knowing how to do this right, he signs with a drowsy look that he hopes the magic beanstalk will grow soon.
I mumble a chuckle that's silent to our ears, then get back to work, savoring the moment. I do wonder if Haines really believes such an obvious lie, or if he's just hiding something by playing along. I mean, he once believed that the procedure of having eye surgery to no longer wear glasses consists of having the eyes removed from the sockets to wipe them before placing them back. Yeah...
Haines gently taps my bobbing head for my attention, my fast-moving hand still busy while I continue to split my focus. When I look back up, he signs a confession that it was him who sent the love letter, a happy grin on his hot face. Ha! I knew it! My heart melts from the blissful truth, and when he signs that he wants to go on a romantic date with me, I completely lose it---in a good way.
I get back to the magic beanstalk, and I'm loving every bit of it. I've never imagined this would ever happen. I mean, this is Haines! My (wet) dreams finally came true, and I couldn't be more elated. This magical experience and his romantic confession combined suddenly drive me to the point of no return---the climax. As my body shakes and my mind numbs from the sweet euphoria, I quickly realize how badly I need to wash my hands and dry the front of my pants without anyone else witnessing the physical evidence of my joy.
Without warning, Haines releases more than I was mentally prepared for, his body quaking and his grip on my head tightening. Wow, so much of it! I manage to swallow with a wrinkled face, a taste that threatened me to retch. He looks drained with a lopsided smile, and he's probably forgotten all about the magic beanstalk's supposed growth. I kind of don't want to ask him if he really believes it, because being a himbo is part of his charm, and I wouldn't change him for the world.
I stand back up to face him, shy grins spanning our lips, and we lean closer for our first kiss. If I'm honest, I would've liked the kiss to happen, well, first. Oh, well. At least we have a romantic date to look forward to. Hopefully, it'll include another round of Himbo and the Magic Beanstalk. But next time, not my mouth. (The other end, instead.)
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