THE DEADHEADS OF NO HOPE by Rio Mack
DISCLAIMER: Contains depictions of gay and bi sexuality.
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TEEN TOWN (Conclusion)
Wren Damson left Lavender Carpenter's sleep-over early on Friday, too excited to be with friends that evening, too anxious to get back to her bedroom.
Wren had a standing arrangement with Uncle Dexter -- any time she went to one of Lavender's parties, she'd ask him, before she left, to send her a text later, telling her Auntie Marlo was ill and miserable, and asking whether Wren could come home now to help care for her.
That way, she would always have a way to bow out of a potentially boring party (which Lavender's so often were), showing her hostess the text and apologizing for having to leave.
This evening's party wasn't boring at all -- Desi and Njeri looked especially gorgeous, having done the sexiest things to their hair -- but Wren was just beside herself all night, anxious to leave. So when her uncle's message arrived around 10:30 PM, she got her face looking as sad and pissed as she could manage, showed the other girls Dexter's text, and they all were kind enough to interrupt their sleep-over to get dressed and walk her home.
Wren simply had to cut the sleep-over short that night because destiny had decided to smile on her earlier that afternoon, affording her the incredible opportunity to get some of Remy Lord's essence!
Now that she had it, and it was close to midnight, she had much better things to do than stay up late enjoying more girl-sex with her friends, because now she could cast a true binding spell on her boy! Which meant, once the spell was cast, things were going to happen super-fast from then on! And Wren was oh-so-ready for them!
Her good fortune was thanks in large part to Njeri, who had been nice enough to accompany Wren to her after-school appointment at the Planned Parenthood clinic by the light-rail station, as well as walk with her to Tom's Drugstore afterwards, just three blocks away from her house, so Wren could drop off the prescription for birth control pills they'd given her at the clinic.
Wren was a tad flustered that their wonderful old druggist, Tom, who'd known the Damson Family for almost fifty years, would realize from her prescription that Wren, that sad, shy little girl, for whom he'd filled so many prescriptions the past three years, from her therapist at the U, was now fucking boys, and might even make some sort of judge-y comment. But that wonderful old saint of a man was sweet enough to not even bat an eye when Wren nervously handed over the tell-tale slip of paper.
Tom told her the order would be ready on Sunday morning. Wren knew, of course, she wouldn't actually need the birth-control pills (she didn't plan on ever taking any), but the pills were a part of her plan. She had to have a pack because she couldn't really tell if Remy was the kind of boy who might be curious -- who might one day, after yet another of their superb hours-long bouts of the dreamiest sex imaginable, turn to her with an innocent question.
"So what do birth control pills even look like anyway?"
And she'd have to have them ready -- there on her nightstand, or in her bathroom medicine chest -- to show him. So that little loose end would soon be neatly tied up.
What was most supremely wondrous that afternoon, though, was what happened right smack dab in between the Planned Parenthood clinic and Tom's Drugstore, when the last, most important piece of her Remy-puzzle fell perfectly into place -- that sublimely magical moment when she and Njeri amazingly (Thank you, Goddess! Thank you so so much!) ran into Wren's future husband working in his yard, all superbly bare-chested and gorgeous and -- most importantly -- all drenched in sweat from working in his yard!
Wren thought she'd been brilliantly cool and casual the way she'd finally managed to snag her long-coveted sample of some of her young god's bodily fluids, that precious, insanely valuable Remy-essence!
She had to use supreme control to stop her hands from visibly trembling as, in sheer, excited disbelief, she took a hankie from her bag and daubed her young god's sacred body. She made sure to get her hankie absolutely soaked!
She laughed, remembering how hard it was, as she ministered to him, to keep her hand from sliding down under the waistband of those beautifully droopy shorts he wore and fondling the beautiful hugeness bulging under the worn, faded khaki -- not just because she was desperate to grasp and stroke and pleasure her young god's divine phallus, but because of how keen she was to get her hanky dripping with cock-sweat and ball-sweat, which she figured would be the most potent fluids (other than blood) to use in a binding spell.
But she resisted. She'd be enjoying all the Remy Lord cock-worship she could handle soon enough, because now she had what she needed!
After she and Njeri left Remy to his yardwork that afternoon, when they got to Wren's house, she told Njeri to wait for just a second outside while she ran in to pee. Once inside, she grabbed a zip-loc bag from the cupboard and hurried to her room, where she immediately sealed the still-soaked lace handerchief in plastic and hid it away in a dresser drawer.
She'd grabbed a gummy for the road, for each of them, and rejoined her darling Jeri, feeling fit to burst inside in anticpation of the magic she would work later that evening!
And now, later has arrived.
When Wren returned home from Lavender's, she raced to her bedroom, stripped off her clothes, lit candles and incense, put on some Beethoven piano music, ate two fast-acting gummies, and sipped on a small glass of red wine.
When she'd fully composed herself for the ritual ahead, she took one of her large sketchbooks from her bookshelf and grabbed a drawing pencil off her desk, then she ensconced herself amid her nest of plush bed-clothes to work on a drawing of Remy, based on one of the photos she took earlier of her Lord, bare-chested, working in his yard.
She sketched quickly, intently, lovingly. She finished the top half of the drawing in about a half hour, and then started on the most difficult part -- the groin. The photos she'd taken that afternoon all showed Remy with his khaki shorts sagging low enough off his muscular hips that Wren could see the waist band of his jock strap (she'd watched enough gay porn over the past couple of years to not only recognize a boy's sexy athletic wear, but to be totally turned on by it).
The thought of seeing Remy Lord's magnificent body, clad in nothing but a jock strap, was overwhelming -- especially since those loose-fitting shorts he;d worn at school all week, without underwear, shamelessly revealed what a huge, thick cock her boy had!
Wren was angry at herself for not being bold enough that afternoon to tease Remy into taking them all into his backyard, lowering his shorts, and letting her take a bunch of pictures of him in just a jock. After which, she could have begged him for a few nudes!
She'd wanted to do that so badly at the time! It was all she could think of as she stared at his bare-chested hotness. She was sure a hot, gay jock-boy like Remy would love showing himself off!
The desire to see Remy's long, luscious length of boy-cock, covered by just a tight pouch of mesh -- probably making his huge dick look like it was going to burst through the sweat-drenched, stretched-taut material -- overwhelmed Wren there in Remy's driveway. Her brain seemed to light up, like loud, flashing neon, with the urge to beg Remy to strip off his shorts and fish that huge cock out from under his jock-pouch, but she was just too embarrassed to ask and wimped out.
She was going to remedy her silly shyness right now! As part of tonight's sex-magic ritual, she was going to do a drawing of Remy clad only in a sexy jock!
She searched online for about fifteen minutes until she found the perfect-looking underwear model, with just the right build, and just the right-sized dick, wearing just the sort of jock Wren thought looked sexiest. She used it as a template to finish the drawing of her boy-god.
She worked, drawing and erasing and redrawing, until she got everything perfect -- the contours of the long thick shaft, the cock-head, and the bunched up nut-sac. Wren loved how a boy's jockstrap was exactly like the sexy lingerie she and Lav and Jeri and Desi wore when they wanted to be sexy for each other.
When they finally became a couple, Wren would ask Remy to wear jock straps all the time. She wanted to dress Remy up in all sorts of sexy-boy underwear, and take a bunch of videos of him posing and looking utterly dreamy!
In time, she thought, be patient.
Wren felt herself getting wet as she worked on Remy's jock-clad cock, fantasizing about how, when she and Remy were together, she would wear her sexiest stockings and panties and garter belts and make him wear his sexiest jock straps. They'd both get hard and dripping as they slowly peeled them off each other!
She finally finished drawing Remy's pouch-clad cock, and it looked amazing -- long and thick, half-hard and scrumptious-looking, it seemed to bulge off the page, covered by a barely-there scrap of cloth. She'd even gotten the cock-tip all nicely articulated and delicious!
Wren laughed as she suddenly pictured Ms. Neel, their sexy after-school drawing teacher, looking over her shoulder now, clucking at how well Wren had captured her model's gorgeous cock-suffed jock
'Yes, darling! Just like that! So marvelously stuffed and luscious-looking! Brilliant!'
Wren couldn't wait to worship Remy's supremely luscious boy magnificience.
Remy Cock. Lord Dick.
She kissed her drawing of the jock-pouch a few times. She would have licked it, but she was afraid she might ruin her drawing.
Then she turned back to that yard-work photo on her phone, to finish the entire drawing, sketching in her young god's thighs and legs and work boots with more rapid pencil-strokes.
Wren was tingling with excitement when she finished. It was a more than worthy addition to her vast gallery of monster-hung fairies and demons and mermen and elves.
She kissed the groin of her Remy drawing one more time, lingering dreamily on it, then clicked on the best m/m blowjob video she had saved on her phone (because boys sucked cock way better than the girls in m/f videos did, in her opinion) -- a clip of two gorgeous, hard-bodied college boys, naked together, one of them lavishing about fifteen minutes of oral ecstasy on the other.
The first time Wren had watched it, wide-eyed, sometime during the summer after her first year at No Hope, she remembered thinking it was like a YouTube video on `How to Suck Cock'. The boy getting blown kept moaning in almost tortured, exquisite ecstasy the entire time, so Wren figured he must be getting serviced exactly the way a boy most deeply craved.
Indeed, the cocksucker seemed to demonstrate every type of skill imaginable for getting a boy hard and keeping him deliriously on edge -- lips and tongue and fingers swirling around the head, using a finger to dig into the piss-slit, tongue-laving the shaft and balls, rimming a while, more fingering, back to tongue-worshiping the shaft, then taking the entire length in, until the cocksucker's nose mashed up against his partner's shaved pubic patch.
Wren couldn't remember how many times she'd watched this video, or how many times in a row she could cum while fingering herself to it, but she watched it again, this time studying it super-carefully.
She watched it while holding a thick, eight-inch dildo in her hands, so she could actually practice the various cock-sucking techniques demonstrated.
She paused the clip constantly throughout, in order to rehearse certain techniques repeatedly, making sure she had a move down pat before she advanced to what came next, perfecting her oral skills as best she could on her practice cock.
This was the way she'd been watching gay porn -- with a dildo to practice stuff on -- ever since that day in Ollie's Recod Store, the day she'd discovered her summoning-spell had worked, and now she had a boy for herself. She knew it was only a matter of time before they'd be having sex, so she'd been trying to get herself up to speed as quickly as possible.
The hardest part for her so far, of course -- but obviously utterly essential -- was trying to take the whole damn thing down at once. As she watched the boy onscreen do it effortlessly, she studied it super-scrupulously, to see where she was going wrong.
She kept trying and trying, gagging violently, as she always had the past few nights. She even choked once this time -- super grossly -- which she hadn't in a while.
Wren recalled what she heard Njeri and Lavender say, last weekend, when she asked her friends about giving boys blowjobs -- that a girl had to make sure the boy's dick was wet enough to slide in, so she might need to spit on it a lot, getting as much mucus in her mouth and throat as she could, and remember to keep breathing through her nose.
The college boy cocksucker in the porn clip looked sexy and smooth as hell as huge gobs of thick saliva trailed down from his lips onto the sleek, gorgeous hardness he was pleasuring.
She kept trying, focusing, over and over, until about thirty minutes later, she could actually do it! Over and over with ease. She'd figured it all out, put it all together. She was giddy with excitement.
Rehearsing it in front of her dressing room mirror, Wren thought it looked devastatingly sexy when the dildo got coated all over with a thick glaze of saliva, which made long, gooey strands that clung to the silicone cock when she pulled her lips off.
She could only imagine how thrilling it would be when it was Remy's cock she was taking all the way down! Or Dewey's! Or Willy's! Trey, too! Wren could hardly wait to suck them all!
She kept trying again and again, wanting to make absolutely sure she had the technique down, and each time she took her dildo all the way into her throat with ease.
She was a total-pro cocksucker now! Yay!
She poured herself a second glass of red wine and decided it was time to cast the final spell, the one that would bewitch Remy Lord totally and bind him utterly.
Wren had been chanting her 'Remy, Reemy, Creamy, Dreamy!' spell several times throughout each day, ever since she'd learned Remy's name on the first day of school, so she had no doubts he was smitten with her. That look he gets in his adorable blue eyes when he sees me now, she thought fondly -- he adores me!
The time was past-ripe, then, to bring about their actual coupling. She could even feel, when she did her daily yoga routiine, that she was getting physically weaker, losing actual strength and flexibility -- doubtless from aching everyday for sex with her young god.
First, Wren needed to conjure the beloved's spectral presence. She'd never performed that ritual before, but she'd seen her mother do it many times (it was so cool and eerie! like a spooky movie!), so she knew just what to do.
She stood naked in front of the all-mirror back wall of her dressing room, chanting Remy Lord's name three times, calling on Hecate to bring his astral presence to her. Then she stared steadily at her reflection in the mirror, waiting for his image to form.
As she stared, she critically examined her body. She was pretty, right? Not stunningly gorgeous, like Njeri or Desi, or the alpha black girls at school, but fairly attractive, she thought, in a `thin white bohemian girl' kind of way. Which could be kinda hot. Hot enough, she hoped, to attract a beautiful gay jock boy like Remy Lord.
Oh my God! There he was! It worked! Remy was standing there in the mirror right next to her!
So beautiful! His gorgeous face, so handsome! Those clear blue eyes, his sexy-bashful smile. Remy was just so kind and loving and sweet and beautiful. He had that white-boy hippie-dude soulfulness that got Wren so fucking wet. Sexy straw-gold buzz-cut -- though I'm probably going to make him to grow it out, she thought as she drank in his beauty, seeing him in her mind as a super-gorgeous, sexy-gay hippie-boy.
His body was abolutely perfect. Corporeally, Remy radiated sex.
Wren spent a while just staring, now that she had him trapped naked (finally!) in the mirror like this, able to examine his body at length.
Not one flaw. Sheer, muscle-sexy, glorious. Perfectly carved everything. Her young, marble-hard Doryphorous, his long spear held proudly.
This next part of the spell was even wilder.
Wren intoned the required command.
"Speculo!"
In just seconds, Wren could actually hold Remy and kiss him. Excitedly, she let her hands play all over his naked body. The adolescent Wren had seen her mother do this, but actually doing it herself -- feeling Remy's ecstatic fleshiness -- was amazing.
His young, ripe body was so firm, so strong, so smooth. His muscles all hard and glorious.
One of her hands was always on his cock. It was so damn hard! And right there in her hands! She exulted in its firmness.
It's mine now, she thought!
Wren let her hands triumphantly glide over every inch of her long-awaited prize! Oh yes, yes, yes!
She wished she could kneel down and show Remy what a good cocksucker she was, but that will come tomorrow, she figured. Right now, she had to finish the spell.
She'd come to the most crucial part -- what was required was for the Spectral Remy to actually say her name, out loud. Not only that, he had to agree, willingly, to be bound to her.
She summoned every nerve-fiber and brain-cell of her will -- thankfully, the gummies had kicked in beautifully. She tried to imagine herself looking as attractive as possible.
Wren gazed on Remy's utterly gorgeous reflection, concentrating on his ripe, erotic perfection, letting the boy in the mirror feel the full force of her desire, while letting Hecate know what she hoped the Goddess would grant her.
Then she uttered the words she'd heard her mother use.
"Speculum, loquere!"
And sure enough, Mirror Remy began to speak!
"Wren, darling! Wren Damson! Come to me, honey! Please, Wren! Make me yours! God, I want you so bad!"
Oh, yes yes yes! He sounded adorable! So sweetly sincere! Wren couldn't help crying.
Her boy was her slave now! Totally! The spell worked!
She knew it would, having seen her mother make devoted sex-slaves out of whichever current North Shore blue-collar stud had taken her fancy.
My God, Wren thought, the sex we're going to have now!
Her body absolutely trembled with lust as Remy dissolved from the mirror, sealing the spell.
Next, she picked up the zip-loc bag, took out the still-damp hankie, put it over her nose so she could breathe in her boy's musk for a bit, then she played the moist cloth over her pussy.
She closed her eyes, waiting to feel her boy's essence seep into her. It came slowly at first, then spread through her like a soft, warm flood. It worked!
She hopped into bed, her drawing of Jockstrap Remy and her dildo beside her, still clutching the damp hankie, along with a piece of baguette she'd saved from that evening's dinner on her nightstand. She closed her eyes and, as she fingered herself, imagined, in exquisite detail, sex with Remy Lord. It was utter bliss.
For her dreamy scenario, she re-ran memories of gym class today, remembering how badly she'd ached for Remy to stop playing basketball and come over to where the girls were doing yoga, and just take her right there -- strip off his clothes, then hers, and start fucking.
And then Njeri and Aisha would come over to lick and suck and fondle Remy, while she and her boy took their rapturous pleasure.
Wren's clit got as hard and engorged as a boy's hard-on, as she rubbed herself furiously and kissed the image of Remy Lord she'd drawn. She was dripping.
She remembered her `Son of Hermes' fantasy and became even more lust-addled. After a few more minutes of imagining Remy as her demi-god, taking her right there in the mountain pool, eating her pussy with abandon, Njeri and Desi joining them, Wren's body convulsed rapturously, and her juices flowed.
Wren fingered up as much as she could, grabbed the piece of bread, and with her slick finger wrote 'R - E - M - Y' on it. Then she wrapped the bread in the sweat-damp handkerchief, set it on her nightstand, and fell deeply asleep.
When she awoke Saturday morning, Wren ate the enchanted bread, savoring each bite. Next, she fucked herself all slow and sleepy with her dildo, letting another delicious fantasy of sex with her dream-boy play in her head.
As she came this time, with every last crumb of bread eaten, she clutched the dildo hard between her legs, and called out at the peak of her climax.
"I have you, Remy Lord! I have your cock! It belongs to me now, and I'll never let go! You're mine forever, my beautiful, perfect darling!"
She licked the dildo clean and savored her conquest, wondering at just what time today it would actually happen. 2 PM, she decided -- when I'm home from Teen Town. Oh, she thought, it's going to be so wonderful for us now, my darling!
Around 8:30 Saturday morning Willy texted, to get Remy's address and tell him he'd be over soon, adding he definitely thought it would be hot for the two of them to hang for a while at Teen Town, that Remy would love it.
Remy laughed out loud when he read that, and even though he'd already made up his mind that Teen Town would be a snooze-fest, he readily agreed to Willy's suggestion, figuring that if Teen Town was cool enough for both Willy Stevens and Wren Damson, there must be something fun he'd find to do there.
Remy added he was just about to head out on his morning run, if his bro cared to join him. His new friend texted back he'd love to.
Willy arrived at Remy's door about a half-hour later, looking hot as fuck in a very tight sleeveless T, a dope pair of sneakers, mesh basketball shorts, and his braids pulled back under a thick headband.
They did a five-mile run Remy had laid out for himself over the summer -- through Prospect Park, then along the river for a bit, and back again. Remy led them through the Cecil/Warwick blocks both on the way out and the way in, telling Willy about all the gay college boys and girls who lived on those streets.
The two new friends took the half hour or so spent running to get to know each other better -- their backgrounds, how long they'd been out, what they liked to do, sports they played or watched. The fast friendship which had already formed between the two boys during the first week of school (jump-started by an immediate, mutual attraction) felt like it was deepening, like roots taking hold in the ground.
As they headed up the steep climb of Tower Hill, relishing the pump of a grueling hill at the end of their run, Willy described to Remy the scene in store for them at Teen Town.
"Chill as fuck, Rem! We can head right to the weight room after our run. Stretch for a while, then lift. Weight room be packed with dudes on Saturdays. Hella hot boys, Rem, liftin' in jocks n' shit. You see, dawg, just wait!"
Remy was almost afraid to believe the boy, it sounded so hot. Willy went on tantalyzing him.
"Locker room 'n showers at school be buck wild durin' Teen Town! Talkin' major fuckin' here, son. Cafeteria open, so we can get lunch after. Dudes be DJing in the music room all day. Lotta dancin'. We maybe hook up with a couple other boys on the dance floor. You see -- gonna be a time t' remember for Remy Lord at Teen Town today, son, no doubt!"
At the top of Seymour Hill, by Wren Damson's house, they hung a left and jogged down Orlin, past Remy's house, and right up the front steps of school.
Remy couldn't believe the crowd when they entered into the Main Hall. He felt like he'd walked into `LGBTQ Night' at some hip all-ages club. Kids everywhere, mostly same-sex couplings, everyone looking super-sexy, dressed seriously hot and revealing, chatting and flirting with each other.
Remy couldn't imagine a more exciting scene. He felt like an idiot for prejudging 'Teen Town'. Leave it to No Hope to put together an awesome recreational opportunity like this for its students.
The two boys decided to skip a post-run stretch. Remy wanted to get right to lifting.
The weight room was indeed just as his bro had predicted -- packed with seriously hot black and brown boys, all bare-chested, most just wearing a jock, flaunting serious muscle. It was like his usual gym class, only on Viagra and poppers. PE After Dark.
Remy's head started swimming at the sight of all those huge, thick cocks bulging out the pouches of so many skimpy jockstraps. He followed Willy's lead, taking off his t-shirt and slipping off his basketball shorts, so he could lift in just his jock, like the other boys there.
Remy, as the only white boy in the weight room, drew his share of initial stares and nods. As he started lifting, he became the immedate target of some serious ogling (as serious as the constant ogling Remy did).
After Remy and Willy did their upper body routine together, then worked their abs hard, they did some cool-down yoga stretches. Remy savored the sight of Willy's dark, lean, sweaty muscle as the boy reached and stretched and flexed his ultra-toned body. Utterly gorgeous.
Willy gave him a sly look.
"Locker room time, Rem. You ready for this shit, dude? Gon' be wild for you, seein' you ain't never been here on Saturday before."
"Sure as fuck hope so! I seriously need my dick drained after scopin' out all the eye-candy in here."
Remy reached over and let his fingers trail down Willy's beautifully worked upper body, gleaming seductively with sweat. Fuck, was he ever horny for this hot boy.
"'Specially you, dawg!"
Willy just laughed. He rose, pulled Remy up, and led his bro off to the locker room.
Remy's eyes lit up when passed through the swinging locker room doors. He was going to get his dick drained, alright. No doubt about it.
There were naked black and brown boys everywhere. The locker room was filled with smooth, young, dark-skinned bodies, all in the throes of some sort of boy-sex.
A handsome, beautifully muscled, mocha-brown boy sat on the long wooden bench that ran in front of the lockers while a cute, younger, light-skinned boy knelt between his legs and sucked him off. The dude getting sucked played his fingers through the cute boy's braids, pushing the boy's head close against his groin, as he slowly face-fucked the young'un. Two other boys kissed and fondled and jacked each other while they watched the hot cocksucking.
A young, gleaming-black, dark-skinned boy leaned against the tiled wall, supporting himself with his hands, while another gorgeous dark-skinned boy fucked him from behind.
There was a beautiful boy, with long thick dreads, kneeling near them on the tile floor, on all fours, sucking off an older boy while another older boy with a jacked, sweat-glistening black body fucked him doggy-style.
A boy Remy recognized as Javon, who was in two of his classes, laid on his back on a section of the changing bench, while two boys, one on either side, knelt and sucked his cock and balls and jacked themselves.
The rest of the scene seemed to dissolve in a blur of smooth, dark flesh.
Remy grew hard instantly. Other than the black boy-orgies he'd been to at house parties over the years in Milwaukee, he'd never witnessed a scene like this. He turned wide-eyed to Willy, who had a huge grin on his face. Willy grabbed Remy's hand and pulled the two of them into the mix.
They set down their gym gear, shed their shoes and socks, and stripped off their jocks. Remy noticed many sets of eyes on him. As the only white boy in the seething mass of black-muscled beauty, he was an obvious novelty.
Willy grabbed a couple of towels off a stack set out on the end of the bench. He spread them down on a tiny, clear patch of tile floor, then laid down on his back. Remy got on top in a sixty-nine position, and the boys began pleasuring themselves ravenously.
Willy's full, thick lips on Remy's raging hard cock felt incredible. The boy was an exquisite cocksucker, and Remy loved the feel and taste of the boy's long, thick chocolate bar as he chowed down on it. Pre-cum quickly began oozing out of Willy's pink piss-slit, fueling Remy's cock-sucking.
The loud, ambient background sounds of thirty or so boys sucking and fucking and yelling with abandon echoed off the tiled walls of the locker room.
Willy's finger began teasing his hole, and Remy let his pwn finger find Willy's hole. They became a boy-sex machine, their cocks getting harder from the ass-play, their mouths getting hungrier and hungrier for hard, thick cock.
Remy sucked the large nuts in Willy's dark, floppy ball-sac, eager to churn up his bro's cream and get a thick mouthful.
He let his tongue drift down, lapping over the boy's smooth taint, then further down, to tongue Willy's pucker -- a tiny pink rosebud nestled in a black-velvet ass-crack.
Willy groaned loudly, loving the feel of Remy's sexy tongue. Remy alternated between tongue-teasing boy-hole and slurping on hard, thick, dark-chocolate dick, while feeding off the heavy boy-lust saturating the space.
Remy noticed, out of the corner of his eye, several of the other boys watching them. It gave him an excited rush, having the other dudes see him with one of the school's hottest black boys.
They had two fingers in each other's holes now, feverishly teasing each other's p-spot. Remy could feel his balls tighten and his climax start. Before he could say anything, he shot spurt after spurt in Willy's mouth, clenching his ass-muscles against the boy's fingers as he erupted. Willy cried hoarsely, in cum-drenched delight, as he gurgled down Remy's load.
Remy kept working on Willy's dick and fingering the boy's hole, and soon he was rewarded with his own thick load of cream.
Exhausted, the two boys got to their feet, softly stroking cum off their spent cocks, feeding each other what was left of their loads. They kissed and jacked each other as they watched the roiling sex-scene around them.
After about five minutes of hot jacking and ass-play and muscle-worship, kissing the entire time, their hard-carved bodies adding to the sexy tableau of boy beauty, Willy leaned close to Remy and whispered in his ear.
"Wanna pound my ass in the shower, bro?"
"Oh hell yes!"
There were four other couples in the gang-shower, all muscular black boys, all getting their nut. Two couples were fucking, and there were two other boys, each standing under a running shower, each with a cute younger boy in front of him, on his knees, sucking his dick.
Willy led them over to an open shower-head and turned on the hot spray. They kissed -- fondling each other's asses while they ground against each other's cock, waiting for the water to get nice and steamy. When the temperature was just right, they began sudsy worship of each other's muscle, kissing and moaning and grinding their cocks together the whole time.
Willy's body was incredible -- zero body fat, all lean, sculpted onyx. His ass was muscle-hard with just the right sexy give, and his black cock was massive. Remy threw major wood as he sensually soaped up the young black hottie. It felt incredible rubbing his own hard cock against his bro's shower-slick dick.
The soapy body-worship turned to single-minded stroking of each other's jutting hardness, until Willy turned his back to Remy and pulled his cheeks apart invitingly. Remy used wet fingers for a while to work the boy's hole loose and open. Willy could have cum just from Remy's sensual finger-fuck.
Remy pulled Willy close to him -- he was totally crushing on this gorgeous boy. He tweaked the boy's hard nipples, kissed the back of his Willy's neck, and frotted his raging-hard cock against Willy ass, cooing to Willy about how hot the boy was.
Remy knelt down and rimmed his bro, which brought a deep groan of pleasure from his friend, along with loud cries and whoops.
"Hell yeah! Tongue that hole! Eat that ass, you hot motherfucker! Wanna feel that big-ass white dick all up in my guts!"
Remy was so turned on by Willy and the whole black-boy orgy-scene he'd found himself in. He relished his slow, luscious rim-job on his bro's smooth, muscular, deliciously sensuous ass.
Two new black boys entered the shower room and strode right over to them. They started jacking big dicks while they watched a hot white boy eat his black bro's firm ass. The sexy-boy audience got Remy even harder. He jacked his dick, getting himself ready for Willy's ass-fucking.
Remy was proud he could show off a more-than-respectable-sized white dick in the midst of all this huge black phallic massiveness.
When Willy looked loose enough, Remy stood up, kissed his beautiful black bro passionately, then started working his thick length into Willy's hole. The two black boys watching them grew even more excited at the Teen Town novelty of a hot, big-dicked white boy wrecking ass on an alpha black muscle-stud.
After a while, Willy signaled for one of the boys jacking next to them to feed him his cock while Remy kept pounding him. The other boy immediately sidled up to Remy and began worshipping his upper body, pinching his tits, fingering his ass, and kissing him, inflaming the fury with which Remy fucked his bro.
The black dude worshiping Remy's muscle and kissing him began fingering his hole and tonguing around his ear, whispering what a hot white-boy Remy was and how much he'd like to fuck that tight, white hole.
Hell yes, Remy said, bring it.
Immediately they had a train, Remy pounding Willy's ass as about nine thick black inches began pounding his own.
Remy got hard as fuck -- his cock throbbed from the tight black ass clamped on it, and his ass thrilled with the thick black dick pounding it.
Willy pulled up off the cock of the boy he was sucking, spun him around, and immediately sank his cock into the boy's ass. The four of them were a beautifully orchestrated lust-wave, a boy-sex spectacle. Two other boys came over and jacked to them.
Remy's pulse was pounding throughout his body in pure, athletic lust. His cock throbbed hard from that huge cock pounding his ass, hitting his boy-button over and over.
He turned Willy's face towards him, and their tongues lapped and played together like excited puppies. The feeling of fucking and being fucked had Remy delirious. He turned back toward the stud fucking him, and the two of them kissed in wanton delight.
Suddenly, he felt his load rising.
"Fuck! Gonna cum!"
Willy cried out.
"Hell yeah! Lemme feel that white-boy cream!"
Remy came explosively. He could feel, with each thick rope he shot, his strong ass-muscles clenching on the huge hard thickness filling his guts.
The dude behind him groaned, and within seconds Remy's own ass was flooded with the black boy's load. He barely had time to savor the feeling when his own dick, still semi-hard and wedged in Willy's tight ass, was clamped tightly as Willy squirted shot after shot into the boy-hole he was pounding.
Willy pulled out, Remy pulled out, and the dude in back of Remy pulled out. The three of them got down on their knees and serviced the fourth dude -- Willy and Remy hungrily shared the boy's eight hard inches, lapping and sucking and tonguing his dark brown shaft and purple-black ball-sac, while the boy's friend ate Willy's load out of his bro's ass.
Soon, the cock they were sucking erupted. Remy and Willy greedily shared a thick, savory load.
After their exhaustingly pleasurable post-workout sex, Willy and Remy kissed the other boys good-bye and swapped names (both were second-year boys and beautiful), then showered off and got dressed.
They left their T-shirts in their gym lockers, deciding to stay bare-chested for the rest of their time at Teen Town, since the school was tropically warm inside from the eighty-some degree day outside (all the other black boys in the halls they'd seen earlier were either shirtless or in wife-beaters).
They also decided to leave their jocks in their locker, too, choosing to free-ball under the thin, clingy mesh of their basketball shorts, so they could advertise their dicks to those interested (Remy was hoping to get his dick sucked a time or two more before they left Teen Town).
They headed over to the cafeteria, suddenly famished. Remy loved wandering through his familiar school suddenly remixed into a wondrous teen-fantasy. It was No Hope carnivalized.
The halls were filled with boys and girls -- mostly black, but a sprinkling of white kids (mostly girls) -- everyone chatting together excitedly or sensuously grinding and kissing and making out. Remy estimated 55% boy/boy, 35% girl/girl, 10% boy/girl. He could hear the loud music from the Music Room upstairs.
It was like seeing the student id reveal itself brazenly in school, after the student ego had kept its wild side reined in all week long when classes were in session. No Hope opened its doors on Saturdays to provide students with a private sex-club, Remy realized, absolutely agog. What an idiot he'd been for thinking this would be lame.
The same two older women who regularly worked in the school kitchen were there in the cafeteria, as was the young woman behind the counter who took orders and got food. Remy and Willy, ravenous from their run and workout and sex, both ordered a big plate of mac and cheese and a salad. It was Remy's favorite school lunch so far -- super-cheddary mac, with that nicely burnt crust he loved, and a simple salad of vinegary-tart mixed greens.
The lunch room was packed, but they spotted two seats together. The two of them chatted excitedly as they ate, filling each other in more on their backgrounds, glossing what they'd told each other briefly on their run together earlier.
Willy lived in one of the Danron Townhomes, a three-bedroom unit, with his mother and 2 younger brothers. They'd moved here from Chicago when Willy was ten. Willy had been bi freshman year, but now was strictly into boys. He planned on going to college to major in holistic medicine and alternative healing.
When Willy mentioned to Remy that he'd learned how to give great massages, Remy quickly invited his new friend over to his house, after Teen Town, so Willy could show his new bro his skills. Remy added it'd be cool if Willy could stay for dinner and a sleep-over afterwards. Willy eagerly accepted. Both boys felt that wonderful rush a boy gets in his dick with the excitement of sexual anticipation.
Remy shyly confessed to Willy he'd been hoping the two of them could hook up like this, that he thought Willy was cool as hell and hot as fuck. Willy told Remy he'd started crushing on him as soon as he'd noticed the fine-ass new white boy in his History class on the first day of school.
Remy leaned across the table to stroke Willy's arm, then Willy leaned in further, clasped Remy's arms, and pulled him in for a long, slow, smoldering kiss. Remy felt like swooning, like maybe since the thing with Trey didn't seem to be getting started, he might even be looking at his new boyfriend.
They fed each other the last of their salads, then they sat back in their chairs and stared at each other hungrily. Willy's lips curled into another of his sly smiles, framed by his long braids.
"I sure as fuck got me a smoking hot white boy for my date today."
Remy laughed at that.
"You kiddin'? I feel like, punk like me, sittin here with a fine-ass black dude like you? Shit, man, I must be dreamin'. How the fuck I get so lucky?"
Willy grabbed him by the arm, and they headed down the hall, cocks throbbing wonderfully.
Remy had heard the beats coming from the Music Room all through lunch, but once they were inside, Remy couldn't believe the scene. In the back of the room, there was a hip-looking black boy in dark glasses playing turntables, another boy was sitting in front of a couple of laptops, and a third dude, with incredibly long, super-sexy braids, played seriously funky guitar.
Remy thought the groove they were laying down could easily have been a radio hit, it was that good. The way it sounded, blasted through the room's sound-system, made it sound like it was booming in a club.
The room was filled with kids dancing -- mostly girls dancing in couples, but a lots of boys together, too, and one boy/girl couple. Remy recognized several of the boys -- a few from having seen them earlier, lifting in the weight room or fucking in the locker room, as well as dudes from his classes.
Remy loved being in this pop-up club space -- bass-heavy dance beats pumping loudly and hot, muscular, bare-chested boys dancing together, alongside sexy girls in low-cut jeans and tight wife-beaters grinding against each other on the dance floor. Going to a gay-friendly high school, especially a mostly black one, was a non-stop revelation for Remy.
Remy started rocking his body, almost as a reflex response, the sound being so sinuously infectious. He purred when he felt Willy's hands snake around his bare chest, pulling him close, turning his head so they could kiss on the lips. Soon the two boys were caught up in the sea of sexy teens, grinding to the beat.
Willy's thick cock, with nothing covering it but his mesh shorts, felt wonderful pressed against Remy's ass, also naked but for his shorts. As they rocked their bodies, Willy kissed the back of Remy's neck, hands playing over Remy's chest and abs, tweaking his nips, then dipping one hand down low, into the waistband of Remy's shorts, to fondle his cock and cup his balls.
Remy felt stoked to be the only white boy in the crowd, doing sexy dance-moves with one of the hottest black boys in the school, everyone able to see his dick being fondled by a gorgeous black stud. He rested his head back against Willy's chest, carried away on the scene's sexy groove, while Willy slowly jacked him underneath his mesh shorts to the sensuous beat.
All the other black boys dancing together, Remy noticed, as his eyes traveled through the room, were grinding together like Willy and him, serious cock action, basically having sex on the dance floor.
All of a sudden, across the room, through the packed crowd of dancers, Remy spotted Wren Damson and Njeri Dare, pressed close together, moving their bodies to the hypnotic, bass-heavy riff, hands roving over each other's ass, and pussies grinding sexily. Wren wasn't aware of him yet, so Remy just drank in the sexy sight.
The two girls looked gorgeous together, kissing every so often as they kept up their sexy grind. Remy thanked the gods he'd come to Teen Town today, if only for that that sight alone. He wished it would suddenly turn into one of those lesbian clips he'd watched last night.
Willy bent close to Remy's ear so he could hear him over the loud dance music and pointed right where Remy was staring.
"There's Jeri Dare. We had kind of a thing freshman year, back when I still thought I was bi. Damn, she hot. Gay as I am, I'd still get with her. Fuck, a threesome? Me and you and her? Be tight as hell, bro. I definitely be up for that. She still after me all the time, wanna get with me. I be puttin her off, but if it be me and you and her? Aw hell yes!"
"I'm in, man. Any damn time. Njeri's in all my classes. Fucking gorgeous. But I gotta say, dude, even though I ain't really into girls, the girl she's dancing with? Wren Damson? Holy shit! Absolutely amazing. Sexy as fuck. Gets me crazy-hard. I mean crazy! I got j/o fantasies of her runnin' through my mind 24/7. I either have to either get with her or literally go insane, start hearing voices 'n shit."
Willy chuckled and shook his head.
"Hell yeah she hot, but don't be gettin' ideas, bro. You know she ain't never been wit' a boy, right? Total lez, that what Jer say. So you gotta move off her, Rem. But, hell yeah, she fine as fuck, no doubt. Get e'ery boy hard."
Remy couldn't take his eyes off Wren. She looked breath-takingly sexy, as usual -- today wearing a super-short black leather skirt, a wildly colorful pair of striped knee socks, and her trademark Doc Martens. For a top, she wore just a small jean jacket, no shirt or bra underneath. She had the jacket fastened with only one button, the second one up from the bottom, so about eighty-nine percent of her smooth, white chest was on gorgeous display, affording a stunning glimpse of those bewitching, fairy-girl, whisper-small breasts, with their tantalizingly over-sized nipples.
Remy was suddenly throwing seriously hard now under his mesh shorts -- but whether it was from Willy's cock grooving his ass, his bro's hand jacking his dick, or the sight of Wren Damson's perfect body in that sexy outfit, grinding on Njeri, he couldn't tell.
Suddenly Njeri spotted them, then she smiled and whispered to Wren, who looked over, her eyes widening when she spotted Remy, and whispered back, both girls laughing. They stopped dancing and headed over to Remy and Willy.
Njeri took charge immediately, while Wren and Remy just stared at each other, smiling -- Remy nervous as hell, Wren utterly cool.
"You gon' dance with me, Willy? Been a damn while! I miss that sexy-ass body grinding `gainst me."
"Hell yeah, Jer. Let's do it. Just tellin' Rem how much I wanna get wit you, cause you hot as fuck. Rem even say he gon' join us."
Willy turned to Remy, gave his bro a slow, lingering kiss on the mouth, then told him he'd be back in a bit.
Which left Remy and Wren alone.
Wren was more than ready for this moment. She felt her power like never before.
"Hello again, Remy Lord."
"Hello again, Wren Damson."
Remy was suddenly aware he was facing his girl-crush bare-chested, in just a pair of low-riding mesh shorts, with a noticeably hard dick embarrassingly apparent. A dick he felt throbbing now at the sight of his dream girl, almost bare-chested herself, her small jean jacket gaping open, showing off most of the most achingly perfect pair of breasts he'd ever seen.
Wren's tits were hardly even raised off her chest, not even making a fraction of a handful, but Remy was lost in their sheer, arousing, super-subtle beauty. He could just feel his lips and tongue playing luxuriously over them.
He tried to block out the thought, willing himself not to stare (impossible), willing his cock to get soft (equally impossible).
"I must say, you look absolutely incredible today, Wren."
"Thank you, Remy. You look so gorgeous I almost can't stand it. You're the sexiest boy I've ever seen, Remy Lord."
He looked down shyly.
"Yeah, right."
"Spare me the false modesty, son! You're beyond exceptional!"
"I wish."
Christ, his dick was throbbing so hard he wondered if she could see the twitch under his shorts.
"I just -- you know -- I mean, I like to run and work out a lot is all."
"Your body, Remy, is like the human boy ideal of beauty. I can only dream I'll see it all some day, fully unclothed and gloriously resplendent. You're like a young god."
"I'm not, of course, but you, on the other hand, are simply stunning, Wren. You have the sexiest girl's body I've ever seen, and what's more you know how to make it look every bit as incredible as possible. I've never seen a girl dress as sexy as you, Wren."
"You're sweet, Remy, but please don't change the subject. We were discussing what a beautifully muscled young god you are, and how much I want to see you naked. I predict you're going to be the newest mega-hot sex-symbol actor in a year or two, and every other vaguely young actor in the world is going to quit making films because they'll all be ashamed at how unsexy they look when compared to you."
She daringly let her hands play lightly over his hard-carved chest, then pulled her hands back quickly as if she'd just touched something hot, as if she couldn't believe how recklessly bold she'd been.
"Oh my God, Remy! You're amazing! I wish you were our nude model in Life Drawing! But then I would probably just faint after a while from struggling to capture how gorgeous your body is, which would be, of course, impossible. Probably the sight of your dick alone would make me pass out."
Remy cracked up.
"Come on, Wren, get real. Blaine is way hotter than I am."
Now she raised her voice (if such a soft, velvet rustle of a voice could actually be raised).
"He is not! He's just some bulked-up, frat boy, hockey-stud bench-warmer. You, on the other hand, are like the son of Adonis and Aphrodite. Your body is divine, Remy. I'm going to spend every waking hour from now on scheming a way to trick you into posing nude for me."
Remy laughed again.
"No need to scheme. Any time, Wren. My pleasure. Just shoot me a text."
"I don't have your number -- as well you know, since you haven't gotten any of the thirty thousand texts I've been wanting to send you this week. Perhaps I can just leave a message with the receptionist on Mt. Olympus?"
Remy laughed again, reached into his back pocket, and pulled out his phone, thrilled to finally exchange numbers with this magical girl. She pulled her own phone out of her jacket. They swapped phones, called each other on them, then handed them back.
Remy asked Wren how her weekend was going.
"Splendid, thank you. Lav and Jer and Desi and I caroused a bit last night, which was sublime, as usual."
"Right, the slumber party. You know, I actually wished I had your number last night, 'cause I was gonna text you to see how the sleep-over was going, ask if maybe you wanted to talk on the phone a while. I mean, isn't that what's supposed to happen at girls' slumber parties? They talk on the phone with boys? But I didn't have your number."
He laughed nervously, realizing how over his head he was, trying to spit game with a girl as beautiful as Wren. She was staring hard at him, like an x-ray. He felt he had to tell her everything.
"This is crazy, but when I got pissed at myself that I didn't have your number, I was going to walk in front of your house a few times, back and forth, thinking you might see me and invite me in. Then my idiot brain remembered you were at Lavender's."
Wren's eyes widened.
"You were seriously going to do that, Remy? Walk back and forth in front of my house?"
"You need to know the insane things I'm capable of, Wren."
"Oh my God, Remy! That's, like, the absolute coolest, most utterly romantic thing I've ever heard of! Please please please, can you still do that? I'm like obsessed now with seeing you do that, Remy! And I would totally invite you in, of course. Hey, where's Trey?"
"I wanted to get with him today, but no go. Dude's always working."
"Must be tough to be his boyfriend."
"Oh, we're not boyfriends, Wren. I mean, I wish, right? Trey's so fucking hot. But no, we're just buds."
She arched an eyebrow.
"Fuck buds?"
Remy smiled, a little embarrassed.
"I never kiss and tell, Ma'am. You'd appreciate that if we ever dated."
Wren shot a glance down at the half-hard thickness showing prominently through Remy's basketball shorts.
"I bet that's not all I'd appreciate if we ever dated, son! OK, then I get it -- your main fuck-buddy was too busy to get with you, so you immediately got out your little black book of little black hotties and dialed up the next alpha stud in your harem?"
Remy couldn't stop laughing at the brazen repartee of this girl. He'd never known anyone like her, boy or girl, ever.
"Actually, Willy texted me, Miss Thing! Late last night. To tell me he was free to hang out today. We've been trying to get together this past week. He suggested Teen Town. I had no idea what an incredible scene this is, even though, I admit, you tried to tell me. I think Willy thought I needed to know about this place as soon as possible. Super glad he brought me 'cause this place is buck-wild on the weekend."
"I told you! I love coming here on Saturdays. It's amazing! Our school is amazing."
"You got that right. So what have you and your girls been up to here so far today?"
"We went to the gym as soon as we got here. There's girls' basketball every Saturday at 10, so we played for a while."
"You play basketball?"
"I do, Remy. I'm not nearly as good as I saw you were yesterday in gym class, or as good as Jer or most of the other black girls, but I'm never the worst girl on the court, and I love playing. After that, we did some yoga stretches, played in the locker room, took a nice long shower, and had lunch. Jeri and I have been dancing here for about an hour. We have to leave soon, though. We have tickets for a dance performance on campus this afternoon. And what have you and Willy been doing?"
"Willy met me at my place a little before 9. We did a five-mile run through the neighborhood and along the river for a couple miles, then back. I try to get a run in most days. We came straight here from our run -- lifted, stretched, hit the locker room, then had lunch. We just got to the Music Room like ten minutes ago."
"Remy, tell me tell me tell me -- what's the boys' locker room like during Teen Town?"
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. I sort of think I know, but I'd like to know for sure."
"Total fucking orgy. Unreal hot. Non-stop full-tilt boy-sex. Super-buff black dudes -- I was the only white boy there -- getting naked and nasty as fuck. Sucking, fucking, jacking, fingering. Like, died-and-gone-to-heaven hot."
"That sounds amazing. I'm, like, totally into gay boys, especially gay boys having sex."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. I masturbate to gay porn all the time. I'm addicted to it."
"What!? That's insane. Methinks you are shitting me now, Wren Damson!"
"I shit you not, Remy Lord. I have loads of gay porn on my phone. Here, look."
She brought her phone back out, quickly pulled up one of her favorite clips, an interracial threesome, and showed it to Remy.
"Holy fuck! I had no fucking clue girls were into gay porn."
"Well, get a clue, laddie. Njeri and Desi and I get naked and finger ourselves to gay porn all the time. It's soooo sexy watching hot boys getting it on. Of course, lesbian porn is more sensual, I think, and super-dreamy, but it's not as hot and raw and and crazy-sexy as watching gorgeous boys suck and fuck. When I want a nice long session fingering myself, I watch girls, but when I just need to get off as soon as possible, it's boy-on-boy, definitely."
"You realize I'm stunned hearing you talk like this, right?" "Why? Don't you talk like this with your boys?"
"Of course. A huge percentage of the time."
"So why can't I? I'm a sexual being, too, in case you haven't noticed. I bet boys get off on watching lesbian porn."
"Never thought about it -- believe it or not, Wren, I just watched lesbian porn myself for the first time ever last night."
"Seriously? How'd you like it?"
"Loved it. Hot as fuck. I mean, what can I say? Hot girls getting non-stop naughty? Shit got me seriously hard. I blew an amazing load."
"Would that I had been there! Oh well, my loss. No worries, though -- now that I've tricked you into giving me your number, when I call you in the very near future to pose naked for me, we'll watch a ton of lesbian porn afterwards."
"That nude posing session for you is shaping up to be my dream date. Now, your turn, Wren Damson -- what's the girls' locker room like at Teen Town?"
"Sublimely Sapphic. It's like an all-you-can-east pussy-buffet. Girls everywhere, licking clit, fingering, scissoring, kissing, three-ways. I must have cum nine times this morning."
"That beats me. I only came twice."
"Ha! Lightweight! You disappoint us, Remy Lord. We expected quite a bit more from you in terms of muscular young male virility."
"It has, indeed, been an off day for me so far, Wren Damson, I grudgingly admit it. But Willy's coming back to my place in a bit. He's gonna sleep over, so I can assure you, your faith in my virility will be amply rewarded. And then some. But my mind is spinning now, thinking about the girls' locker room, after all that lesbian porn I watched last night. I wish I had camera footage of that, especially you and Njeri."
"I've got tons of videos of Njeri and Desi and I having naked girl fun. I love making videos of us."
"Jesus Fuck! Please, Wren! I am begging you! Send me a damn clip! I will pay you all the money I have on me, which I think is like six dollars."
Wren still had her phone in her hand. Her fingers danced over it for a minute or so, then she looked up, smiling like the world's sluttiest choir-girl.
"Done! I sent you two of the hottest clips of me and my girls. Gratis. Now, your turn to send me clips of you with your boys."
"I don't have any, I'm afraid."
"What? Again, Mr. Lord, you've let us down. Crushingly, this time. Don't gay boys cam all the time? I mean, of course they do."
"Not this gay boy. Black dudes I hung with in Milwaukee were kinda into it, but they never shared, at least not with me, and I was too young and intimidated, I guess, to train my phone on any of those dudes."
"Well, please start, and then immediately send me some. ASAP."
"I'll take that under advisement."
"Do! I'll expect something in my inbox tonight, featuring you and Willy, or I'm going to have them pull your gay card. So tell me, Remy Lord -- is it just black boys you fuck?"
"Pretty much, I'd have to say."
"So you're into Big Black Cock exclusively?"
"That would not be an untrue statement."
"Any girls ever, she asked hopefully?" "Not so far."
"Seriously!?"
"Seriously."
"Don't you know hot girls are absolutely crazy to get with gay boys? Hot gorgeous gay boys make the most amazing boyfriends! And girls, of course, are sublime sexually. How can a young sex-god like you never have been with a girl?"
"Not sure, actually -- either about the sex-god thing or about why I never been with a girl. Never really had the urge before, I guess. Like I've always had with boys."
"Mind-boggling! We're going to have to do something about that, you realize. Toot sweet."
Wren's eyes suddenly went wide. Something just dawned on her.
"Hold up, son! You said, you never really had the urge before' -- might I order you, please, to parse your usage of that before'?"
Remy laughed nervously. He was getting uncomfortably uneasy, shaking inside with lust for this girl. That `just-pull-her-down--right-now-on-the-floor-with-you-right-here-in-school-and-start-fucking' need was pounding like a deafening anvil in his brain and groin and chest. He struggled to maintain whatever cool demeanor he had left.
"Yeah, uh, OK, sure. So it's funny, right? `Cause even though girls never did, like, anything for me before, back in Milwaukee -- I mean, in terms of, you know, getting me hard and excited and all? -- just lately, since moving to Minneapolis and starting school here, I've been finding myself astonishingly attracted all of a sudden to girls. Like, in a major way. Like getting hard as fuck, like constantly, the way boys get me."
A ripple of tingling, almost painful excitement fluttered through Wren. It was really really happening. She tried to calm herself. She wanted to just grab his head and start kissing him while she ripped down those damn shorts. She focused on her beautiful Lord and this memorable moment in their lives.
"Seriously, Remy?"
"Seriously."
"All girls? Black girls? White girls? Asian? Latinx? Native? Trans? Any one girl in particular? Tell me tell me tell me, Remy. You must. This is crucial information. Far too important to withhold."
Just then Njeri and Willy rejoined them, along with Lavender. After saying hi to Remy, Lavender pulled on Wren's arm.
"Come on, sweetie. We need to leave now to get the train, if we're going to be at Northrup by 1."
"One more second, Lav! Please? You guys just go on ahead. I'll race like the wind and meet you at the station!"
Willy and Njeri were kissing each other goodbye. Then Willy turned to Remy and said he'd walk the girls out and meet Remy on the front steps. He gave his bro another deliciously long kiss. Willy's lips felt absolutely amazing. Njeri called back to Wren as they headed out.
"Hurry up, girl! Remember, I got your ticket!"
Wren beamed with relief at being alone again with her crush.
"So, we left some key questions hanging there, Remy Lord. I expect you to dutifully answer them."
Remy was beyond nervous now, way out of his element, but he was delighted they were alone together again. And ecstatic they were finally on the topic of his girl-crush.
"Right. OK, well, it's really just this one girl, actually. Uh, she's white. But not that I don't find, say, Njeri sexy as hell."
"Njeri is gorgeous, obviously. And the sexiest girl I know. But I'm afraid she might be too much girl for a cherry boy's first-time. So, continue -- this one girl you're interested in?"
This is it, he realized. It's either happening, or I'm going to be shot down. Fuck! Why didn't he rehearse something last night instead of just watching hot girls fuck all night? But that's cool, bro -- you got this, he told himself.
He took a deep breath.
"OK. Like I say, she's gorgeous. Like, amazingly gorgeous. Hottest girl I've ever seen. Easily. Incredible body. Super-sexy. Super-amazing. It's kind of overwhelmed me how much I desire her and find myself thinking about her. Like I said -- all the damn time. I almost even asked her over to my house after my art class on Thursday because I find her the sexiest, most beautiful, most desirable, most fascinating girl I ever met.
"But I wimped out, of course, because I'm such a clueless dumbass when it comes to how to spit game to a mega-hot girl. I'm not at all ashamed to tell you, though, I've jacked myself to a string of incredible loads the past few days, stroking to hot fantasies of her. I mean, we're talking like buckets of cum, seriously. Just cannot get this girl out of my head. But I'm scared shitless even to think about doing something with her because, like I say, I've never been with a girl before, and a sex goddess this sublime deserves the hottest player-stud ever, not an ignorant oaf like me.
"But I'm not giving up hope, you see, because just recently, it appears, I've come into possession of some super-secret sex-tapes of this girl, which I plan on studying for hours on end to find out just what sort of love-making this amazing girl is into, to figure out if there's any way in hell I might acquit myself honorably if I ever find myself in a potential sexual or even quasi-sexual situation with this utter vixen. Who is, as I say, incomparably beautiful beyond belief. Like insanely, utterly gorgeous.
"Let me just finish blathering here by adding that I'm seriously super-pissed right now that I've arranged a stupid damn sleep-over with Willy tonight because I've just discovered that I actually have somehow stumbled onto a treasure more precious than gold -- this bewitching goddess's phone number -- and the one single thing I would like to do right now more than anything else I've ever done in my life is cancel my dumb-ass sleep-over with Willy and text this girl immediately and beg her to come over tonight so we could pose naked for each other and watch gay and lesbian porn and just explore each other's bodies all night long. Jesus Fuck, Wren, you are so fucking gorgeous!"
Wren's face during Remy's confession went from cool sophistication to burning desire. She was overwhelmed at how thoroughly her sex-magic spells had worked. Thank you, Mommy. Thank you thank you thank you. Thank you, Goddess!
Wren grabbed him, wrapping her arms around Remy's strong, naked shoulders and back and pulling the boy tight against her, half-gasping and half-sobbing, in her soft, lighter-than-air whisper.
"Oh Remy Remy Remy! Remy, I'm so crazy about you, I can't even breathe sometimes when I think about you. How gorgeous you are. How sexy. How amazing. How smart. How funny. How perfect. How wonderful. How much I want you. Oh Remy Remy Remy, I've never ever ever been with a boy before in my life. Never, never ever, I swear. I've actually been, like, insanely afraid of boys, in fact, until I met you. Oh my God, Remy, you're just the most beautiful boy who's ever lived. And you'd be the most beautiful boy in fiction, too, I'm pretty sure. I want to be with you so much, Remy, I have to fight myself twenty times a day in school from ripping your clothes off, pushing you down on the floor, and mounting you."
Remy stared at her in utter bliss. His voice caught as he spoke.
"Never fight an urge like that ever again!"
They kissed each other deliriously, both of them with tears in their eyes. When they broke their kiss, Remy gulped out a confession to her, half laughing, half crying.
"Wren, my fucking sex ideal, you've thrown my entire world totally out of balance. I'm seriously gay as fuck, Wren. I mean, I need to stress that. I cannot fuck enough boys. But even more, I can't get you out of my damn head. I mean, at all -- any part of my head. Or my body. Or anything. You're in every cell of me. It's seriously a sickness. I've been calling it 'Wren Fever,' thinking of it as this awful rash I break out in like thirty times a day."
Wren felt like she might just swoon any second in ecstasy, having her deepest desires come to such vivid life, finding herself suddenly starring in her most desperate fantasy.
But poor Remy! Wren had forgotten how much lust she'd channeled into him throughout the past couple of days! She had to remember to take her subjection spell off him as soon as she could.
"It's so damn weird, Wren. I want you more -- I mean, like a zillion times more -- than I've ever wanted any boy in my life. Which is nuts because, believe me, I'm basically a slut when it comes to boys. I don't know what to do, Wren. I don't know anything any more, not a single fucking thing, except that I have to be with you."
"I wish we could just be together right now, Remy. I wish we could be naked together, and I could worship your gorgeous body for like six hours. And then just be naked together all night. All weekend. And then walk to school with you on Monday morning so everyone can see I have the most beautiful boyfriend who's ever lived."
She starts massaging Remy's hard cock through the mesh of his shorts, making Remy moan in bliss.
"Come home with me now, Wren? Please? I'll text Willy now and tell him I just remembered I can't do the sleep-over."
"Oh yes, Remy! Yes yes yes! I'll text Lavender and tell her to fuck the dance performance, that I'm about to perform the most amazing dance myself right now, with the most beautiful partner ever in history, and -- ."
Just then, both their phones went off maybe 3 seconds apart. Remy looked down at his, and Wren looked down at hers.
"It's Willy."
"Text from Njeri."
Remy read his phone and broke out in a loud "Hell yes!" Wren read hers and broke out in a huge smile.
"Wren, you won't fucking believe -- ."
"Remy, this is incredible -- ."
"Willy just apologized for cancelling out of our sleep-over, because Njeri's offered him a ticket for that dance performance, and he's sorry but he really wants to hook up with her. They're all gonna swing by his house now so he can change."
"Njeri just texted me -- begging me to let Willy have my ticket for the ballet!"
They hugged each other tightly, never wanting to let go. Wren was so happy she couldn't stop weeping. Remy covered her face with excited kisses, kiss-licking away all her tears of joy.
Then they both got busy on their phones, telling their friends it was all good, have a great time, enjoy, later.
Remy quickly led Wren down the hall, out the side door, under the arbor and past the benches, and across the street to his house, the two of them laughing and giddy and throbbing with bliss.