(Andy's Story)
Andy opened his eyes and silenced his phone. He'd had the dream again, the one where Wyatt and his new guy, Parker, started making out in front of him, as if he didn't exist. No matter how he tried to get Wyatt's attention, he just carried on sucking Parker's tongue and groping him, making those hot little sounds he used to make for Andy.
This time, though, it was different. Andy's mind, growing more fully conscious every second, fought to pull back the dream from the rising mists of his subconscious.
Abe. His brother had come in. They'd talked while the make out session continued.
"I hooked up with Zeke. At Stanford Park. And then you came in while we were in the stall together. It was us."
"You... Abe, I blew one of the guys in the stall while the other one jerked me off!"
"Yeah."
"Did... did I suck you off?" Andy wasn't sure he wanted to hear the answer.
"You sucked Zeke. I was the one who jerked you off."
"Fuck! I'm pretty sure I got head from both guys in that stall, Abe. The skill level was noticeably different."
"We switched. But the day before it was just me. We blew each other, Andy. You gave me my first bj!" Abe laughed.
Andy had looked from his brother to Wyatt and Parker, but they were gone. Instead, Andy's friends Zeke, Bill, and Chris were standing there, watching them, all naked. Wyatt's old room was gone, too, and they were all in the men's room at Stanford Park, standing around the glory hole.
Looking back at Abe, Andy realized he and his brother had lost their clothes, too. "Come on, Andy. Stick it through. We all want a turn!" Bill called out.
Abe had grabbed him by his aching hardon and started to lead him toward the glory hole while his friends dropped to their knees and waited on the other side.
That's when his alarm had gone off.
"Fuck!" Andy looked down as his raging morning wood and wished he hadn't tried so hard to remember that dream.
The worst part was that the dream was partly true. Andy had figured it out the night before when he'd found out that Abe and his buddy Zeke had hooked up in the Stanford Park men's room.
They had to be the two guys who had sucked and jerked him off, which he was pretty sure meant that Abe had been the newbie he'd traded blowjobs with the day before that.
Abe was clueless, thank God. But was he? The doubt crept back into Andy's mind. If Abe was the newbie, why had he left their encounter out when he was telling Andy what all he'd done at the glory hole? He'd only leave it out if he knew it was his big brother and didn't want Andy to realize the truth.
No, that was crazy. Andy crawled out of bed, his hard dick tenting the gym shorts he always slept in as he headed for his closet to grab some clothes and get to the shower. He pushed the dream out of his mind, along with the all too real memory of Abe with Chris Benner's cock in his mouth and his own immediate and unwanted thought about how hot Abe had looked in that moment.
On the drive to school, Andy glanced over at his brother in the passenger seat. Abe hardly seemed able to sit still. Something was clearly up with the little shit.
"What the fuck are you up to now, Abetard? Why are you so antsy?"
Andy should have remembered that his brother was all about sharing now that he was convinced they had this big gay bond between them.
"Just excited! Since we'll have the house to ourselves this afternoon, Zeke is coming over after school. He wants me to top him!"
"Jesus, Abe, I don't need to know that!" Andy snarled. He felt an unwanted stirring in his pants. Barlow was hot, the idea of him getting fucked... of Abe pounding him...
"You asked!" Abe laughed. "The catch is, he tops me next time. I'm nervous about that. I mean, I think I want to, but I'm kinda... freaking out. Have you ever bottomed? Zeke only did once, at music camp, but he said it was over too quickly to enjoy it."
Too much information, too early in the God damned morning when Andy was already dreading a test in first period he hadn't studied enough for.
As he pulled into a spot in the school parking lot and shut off his car, Andy glared at his brother. "What did I tell you Abetard? I'm not your damn Gay Yoda. Talk to Zeke."
"But... I can't. He doesn't really have experience getting fucked. I thought if you did-"
"I don't. Strictly a top," Andy lied. He swung his door open, grabbed his backpack, and slammed the door.
Andy headed for the entrance. He spotted most of Abe's friends waiting in their usual spot. The sight of Bill Markley reminded him about the debt he owed him. They shared a nod in passing and Andy pulled out his phone as he walked down the hallway toward his locker.
"Thanks for deleting those pics and the vid." Andy texted. "Owe you."
As he headed for his first class, still dreading the exam, he felt guilty about lying to Abe about only topping. It was none of his brother's business what he did or didn't do when he had sex, but he remembered how scared he'd been the first time he let Wyatt top him, how much it had hurt until they'd figured things out.
Maybe he should give Abetard some advice. The thought of admitting to his little brother that he'd been fucked up the ass made him cringe with embarrassment though.
As he sat down at his desk Andy heard the ping of a text and checked his phone.
"No prob. Ryan is a tool. Um... if you want 2 pay me back how about C Hall men's room. 25 minutes into first period?"
Andy couldn't help but grin. Markley was a horny little shit, wanting it at school. Not counting the unwelcome encounter with Ryan and Bill on the bleachers the other night, Andy hadn't hooked up at school since Wyatt moved away.
"Make it 2nd period, need to bomb a test in 1st." Andy texted with a winky emoji.
Markley sent back a thumbs up and an eggplant emoji.
(End of Andy's Story)
Andy slammed the car door and stomped off. I was probably going to have to accept that my brother was never going to open up to me. At least I knew he was a top now.
It was kind of hot, though, to have him know that I was going to be topping Zeke this afternoon. I'd tossed and turned most of the night with excitement and horniness.
I'd also spent a fair amount of time wondering how Benner was going to act around me today, now that we'd enjoyed a 69 together and I'd told him I was gay.
Zeke, Weller, and Markley were in our usual spot, but there was no sign of Chris yet. Zeke gave me a smile and a little wink when I joined them and it was all I could do to keep from bricking up right there in front of everyone.
Markley was distracted by his phone and Weller was describing something he'd seen on TikTok or somewhere. When he took a breath, Zeke interjected.
"Anyone seen Benner?" He shot me a small smirk, knowing full well I'd seen plenty of Chris the previous afternoon.
"He's out today. Texted me this morning, said he feels like shit," Nick said.
Avoidance, then. That's how Chris was going to play it for now.
"Must have swallowed something that didn't agree with him," Zeke said, not looking my way. Weller looked confused.
"Bell's about to ring. See you guys," I said, heading quickly for the door. Zeke caught up with me.
"Sorry, couldn't help myself," he laughed.
"Jesus, Barlow, you're killing me!"
"What's killing me is anticipation for this afternoon. You still up for it?"
"Literally," I replied, with a glance down at the thickening bulge in my pants.
"Sweet! See you at lunch." Barlow headed off for his locker and I went for mine, thinking thoughts that would help my dick return to its resting state.
(Bill's Story)
Bill Markley had never, at least as far as he could remember, had a gay thought in his life before recent events. Ever since he'd started with wet dreams and progressed to (copious amounts of) masturbation, it had been women on his mind.
He'd tried desperately to hook up with various girls in his class over the last few years. He was funny, he always made them laugh, and he knew he wasn't ugly, so he couldn't understand why none of his efforts ever paid off.
It drove him crazy that his buddy Chris had a girlfriend and was getting head on a regular basis, if not more than that, while Bill himself was left to jerk off to internet porn like some sad loser.
He'd made up a desperate story about getting a blowjob on a field trip so that his buddies wouldn't think he was a total failure, but in truth he'd been a total virgin until last week.
It had all started with that gay guy trying to get him to stick his dick through the hole in the men's room stall at Stanford Park. Bill had found it hilarious and shared the story with his friends. It never occurred to him for a second that he should have given the dude what he wanted and enjoyed it. He just wasn't wired that way.
Then everything had changed. His moronic cousin Ryan had blackmailed one of the guys from Stanford Park, and to Bill's surprise it was his buddy McCall's older brother, Andy. He'd never thought Andy swung that way.
Long story short, Bill had gone along with Ryan hoping to somehow fix things, and had ended up getting his first blowjob at long last, from Abe's brother. He'd never seen that coming!
It had been mind blowing. Andy was very good at what he clearly loved doing. Bill only hoped that when he finally got a chick to go down on him she was even half as good as Andy was at it.
It was weird now, talking to Abe and knowing this secret about his brother that no one else knew.
Now that the blackmail was behind them and Ryan had slunk off with his tail between his legs, Bill Markley found himself waiting in the C Hall men's room during second period, his heart pounding as he waited for the second blowjob of his life.
Getting one at school was wicked cool, he'd have to tell the guys all about it, changing Andy's identity and gender to protect the not so innocent of course.
The door opened, but it wasn't Andy who came through it. It was another junior, Jake Fulbright. He shot Bill a strange look, no doubt wondering why some freshman was just standing in the middle of the bathroom.
The upperclassman stepped up to a urinal as Bill darted into a stall and closed the door. He'd no sooner done so than he heard someone else come in.
He looked through the crack in the door and saw Andy walk up to a urinal next to the other guy. After a minute the unwelcome guest flushed, zipped up, washed his hands, and departed.
As soon as he was gone, Bill opened the stall door. Andy glanced over his shoulder and grinned, then tucked himself away and wasted no time in joining Bill in the stall.
"Now I owe you a double thanks, Markley. I just got a look at Jake Fulbright's junk in the flesh."
"Oh?" Bill couldn't think of anything else to say. A guy's dick was nothing to him, his own was the only one he cared about.
"He's a fucking legend with that bulge, and now I know that it's impressive even when it's soft."
"Well, I'm not too bad, am I?" Bill asked, pulling out his own six and a half inches.
Andy smirked and licked his lips. "Nope." He pushed the freshman against the wall of the stall and dropped to his knees, swallowing his cock.
Bill groaned and put his hands on the back of Andy's head. He still couldn't believe that McCall's brother was into sucking cock, or that he was so damn good at it.
Andy worked his cock like an expert, pulling back and sucking his balls and even his inner thighs when he sensed Markley getting too close.
He lasted longer than he had that night on the bleachers, but he found himself unloading in Andy's mouth soon enough. He watched while Abe's big brother swallowed it all down and then licked his cock clean for good measure.
Bill felt drained in the best way possible as Andy tucked him back inside his underwear. As he zipped up, Andy stood and took out his own cock.
"Oh! Um, I don't..." Bill felt guilty. He didn't want to suck Andy, but it felt rude to give nothing back.
Andy rolled his eyes. "Relax, Markley. I don't expect you to return the favor. I just need to get off before I go back to class."
Andy stared stroking while Bill stood there, feeling awkward as he watched. He still felt he owed Andy something in return, though, so when he could tell Andy was getting close he reached down and gave his bare ass a squeeze.
Andy gasped at the touch and shot all over the toilet. It was kind of cool, Bill thought, seeing a guy lose it like that just because of him. God knows no woman ever had.
Andy cleaned up quickly and then gave the younger guy a nod. "Thanks again for your help yesterday."
Bill shrugged. "It was all kind of my fault anyway, so you don't owe me a thanks. But I'd really like more blowjobs, whenever you're up for it. I can't seem to get any chicks to do it."
Andy shrugged. "They will sooner or later. In the meantime, I'm glad to help."
Bill headed back to class, feeling like he was high, a sensation he was quite familiar with, though it usually came from actual weed.
He couldn't wait for gym class in fourth period; boy did he have a story for McCall and Weller.
(End of Bill's Story)
"Right, so this random junior chick saw you heading for the bathroom in second period, followed you in, and gave you a blowjob? Just like that?" Weller's disbelief was palpable.
The three of us had just finished our post gym class shower and were standing in towels in our corner of the locker room.
"I'm telling you! I think she said something about her boyfriend cheating and she wanted revenge. It all just happened so fast," Markley claimed.
"I call bullshit," Weller said. "That only happens in porn."
"You would know," Bill joked, making a jerk off gesture at Mark.
I was staying quiet, my mind going back to the night when I was hiding under the bleachers. Markley had made it clear to Andy that he'd be up for another round any time. Had my brother spent part of second period sucking off my friend? That made more sense than the story Bill was trying to sell.
"I knew you'd doubt me, but I can prove it. Look!" Bill hitched his towel up a bit and both Weller and I dropped our eyes to his inner thighs, where there were two distinct hickeys.
"Holy shit!" Weller looked stunned. "Markley, you are a legend! Wait til Benner hears about this!"
I looked up into Markley's smug face, no doubt in my mind that it was Andy's mouth that had made those marks.
He met my eyes and looked momentarily unsettled before he turned to his locker and dropped his towel.
"That's right, boys," Bill laughed as he pulled on his underwear. "The ladies can't get enough of me."
As I started to get dressed I couldn't resist saying, "I'm glad I don't have a sister, Markley. I'd have to keep her far away from you."
He shot me a startled glance and then laughed. "You know it!"
"Yes, I do." I muttered those words under my breath.
Lunch the next period was filled with retelling and analyzing Markley's tale. Zeke was just as skeptical as Weller had been.
"No, I'm telling you Barlow, we saw the hickeys she left on him! Ask McCall!"
Zeke looked at me and raised his eyebrows.
"It's true. Some poor soul had her mouth down there."
"At school? Nice, Markley!" Zeke's congratulations brought to mind the blowjob he'd given me at school just the day before and I nudged him lightly under the table. He met my glance with a grin.
The rest of the day went by quickly. Half the time I was fighting an erection in anticipation of my after school activities and the other half I was picturing my brother servicing Markley this morning, which also didn't help in the boner department.
Zeke walked out to the parking lot with me after school and we waited at Andy's car. "Give me like half an hour to get ready and I'll be over. Are you still wanting to do it?
"Are you kidding me, Zeke? Of course I still want to."
"Good. What the fuck was that about with Markley? Did he really get head at school this morning?"
Andy walked up just in time to hear the question. If I'd had any doubts, and I hadn't, the look that flashed across his face would have confirmed that he was the 'junior chick' in my friend's story.
"Guess so. He showed off his inner thigh hickeys to Weller and I in the locker room," I met Andy's eyes as I replied to Zeke.
"Wild! Well, good for him. Hey, Andy."
"Zeke. Let's go Abetard." Andy got in and slammed the car door.
"So damn cheerful, your brother!" Zeke laughed. "See you soon McCall."
I nodded and climbed into the car. Andy peeled out of the lot before I even had my seat belt buckled.
"So, nice work on those hickeys," I said.
Andy kept his eyes on the road but blushed a bit.
"You will be relieved to know that you're a junior chick who wanted to get back at her cheating boyfriend and grabbed Markley at random."
Andy grunted and shook his head.
"Kind of funny. Zeke gave me head in the same bathroom yesterday in first period. You were there today in second. What are the odds we all run i to each other tomorrow in third period?"
"Shut up, Abetard."
I complied with my brother's order, but only because I was already anticipating my afternoon with Zeke.
When we got home we both headed right upstairs, Andy to change for work and me to try and get myself ready for Zeke. I'd showered after gym, so I was good there, but I changed clothes and put on some of the cologne I got for Christmas.
"Come in," I called out when I heard a knock on my door.
Andy was standing there in his waiter uniform, looking uncomfortable. "Listen... I lied earlier. I'm not a strict top, I'm vers. I just... it's weird for me talking about gay stuff with you."
Andy was blushing and not meeting my eyes, but it was already the best conversation we'd had in years.
"I get it. Sorry for being so... over excited about us both being gay. It's just nice to have that in common."
Andy nodded. "With Zeke, go slow today. Make sure he's okay the whole time. When it's your turn, just let him know how you're feeling and what you need. Here, this will tell you how to prepare."
My brother handed me a print out on anal sex from a gay health website. I wanted to hug him, but we hadn't hugged since elementary school.
"Thanks."
"Yep. Now let's not talk about this ever again."
I laughed and Andy flashed a rare smile before turning and heading downstairs and out the door.
It seemed like forever before Zeke finally showed up, but once he had we wasted no time, stripping off our clothes and falling on to my bed, exploring each other with our hands and mouths.
We wound up in a 69 again for several minutes and then Zeke pulled away a retrieved some lube from his jeans.
"I'm ready."
"Me too."
Zeke squirted the lube in his hand and applied it to his hole. Watching him slip fingers inside himself was beyond hot.
He squirted more into his hands and then applied it to my cock. He lay back on the bed and pulled his legs up, showing me his tight pink hole with a dusting of dark hair around it.
"I'll go slow. Tell me to stop if you need me to," I whispered.
Zeke nodded. I place the head of my cock against his hole and slowly pushed inside. I was fucking Zeke. This was surreal, and so hot. Looking down at him as he bit his lip, I could have shot my load right then.
"Stop for a bit," Zeke said. I did, just breathing and loving the tight grip of his ass on my dick. This was quite different from the fast, hard fuck I'd given to the guy Zeke and I shared at Stanford Park.
"Okay."
I resumed pushing in and was soon all the way inside. I waited again until Zeke gave me the nod, and then I started to slowly thrust in and out. Soon we were both in a rhythm, Zeke crying out and making all sorts of hot noises.
I didn't ever want to stop fucking my friend's tight ass, but eventually I couldn't hold back any longer. When Zeke could see that I was close he pulled me down into a kiss and his ass gripped my dick even harder, milking it until I'd shot everything I had into him.
I pulled out and collapsed on my bed next to him, barely able to catch my breath. I looked over and saw that Zeke's stomach was covered in his cum and I leaned over and licked it all up, savoring the sweetness.
We lay there panting. After a few minutes, Zeke laughed. "That was fucking fantastic McCall. Never felt anything like it."
"It was good? Better that the dude at band camp?"
"Not even in the same universe as the dude at band camp!" Zeke lightly slapped my sweaty chest.
"Good. I can't wait to find out for myself." I smiled.
"Game on, McCall! You just set the bar really high, but you know I'm competitive as fuck."
I laughed and we both lay there quietly breathing until I felt myself drifting off to sleep.