What Now

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I know it's been almost a month since I last posted, but this chapter's been ready for more than two weeks, I just didn't have time to post for personal reasons, but I'll try to start posting more regularly now.

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CHAPTER 2 - Still a virgin, Danny-less and confused.

"Oh god, Steven!" moaned Danny as I pushed into him. "Yes! Oh god, yes!"

I bit my lip and groaned. His hole was so tight, and it was fighting a losing battle against my thick cock as I penetrated him.

I rubbed my hands all over Danny's ample ass cheeks as I went deeper inside him, and once my blonde pubes hit his smooth tanned skin, I grabbed him by the waist with both hands and started fucking him. He was moaning and whimpering uncontrollably as I rammed into him from behind, pulling at the sheets and biting into my pillow to keep from crying out.

"Steven!" he half moaned, half screamed. "My god, you're amazing!"

"Yeah?" I grunted. "Is this what you wanted Danny? My cock? Do you want my cock?"

"Yes!" he moaned.

"You like me fucking you? I bet you do. I bet you've wanted my dick all along, you were just playing hard to get, weren't you? Tell me you want it, bitch, say it!" I slapped his ass with one hand.

"Yes! Oh, Steven, fuck me! Please, I want it, give it to me!"

I gave his ass another hard slap before picking up the pace. I was fucking him so hard the whole bed was shaking now, and the headboard was banging loudly against the wall.

"Steven!" cried Danny as he came, squeezing my cock with his hot ass. "Steven, Steven, Steven!"

"Steven!"

Suddenly, I was startled awake by a loud banging at the door.

"Steven, get up, you're gonna be late for school!"

Then it dawned on me. The loud banging wasn't me fucking Danny into the mattress; it was my mom at the door trying to wake me up. I was still a virgin, Danny-less, and most of all, confused.

The banging at the door resumed.

"I'm going!" I yelled, and it stopped.

I looked at the clock and realized I had 20 minutes to get showered, dressed and out the door. Great, it looked like I'd have to skip breakfast again.

This day did not look promising.

After practically running out of my house, having lost a lot of time jacking off in the shower, I made it to the bus just as it was pulling out of its stop.

I walked down the aisle, picking a seat as I tried to catch my breath, when I saw a mop of red hair sticking out the top of one of the seats towards the back.

Ian. Weird how I hadn't noticed he rode the same bus as me before.

Trying to ignore all the stares coming in my direction, I walked towards him. As I reached his seat, I saw him looking away from me, out the window, but when he noticed someone standing next to him, he turned, and his pretty hazel eyes got really big when he saw me.

"Hey," I said, sitting down next to him and settling my backpack on my lap. "Good morning." I tried to look casual and smiled, but I was really nervous, and I'm pretty sure it showed. I hadn't been able to stop thinking about him since the day before when he blew me, except for my dream, when I thought about Danny.

Sigh? Danny?

Ian looked skeptically at me and pulled his earphones out, letting me hear a bit of the song he was listening to before he paused it. I think it was Hinder. I liked that band.

"What are you doing?" he whispered at me with a raised eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Why are you sitting here?" I didn't know what he meant by that. Was he still mad at me from yesterday? No, that couldn't be it, he'd looked pretty damn happy sucking away with my dick in his mouth.

"Uhm," I stammered.

"Dude," he said, still whispering. "If you don't want people to think you're gay, the last thing you wanna do is sit next to me, okay?" He pointed to the seat next to us, and I saw two girls looking at us and whispering to each other. I looked back at Ian, and he gave me a look as if to say 'See?' Then he put his earphones back on and resumed looking out the window.

Fuck.

I guess he had a point, he was pretty gay looking: short, thin, red dyed hair, black leather wrist bands, tight white tank top with some band's logo on it, dark red skinny jeans, and a pair of black converse.

He was so pretty, though.

Ian suddenly kicked my foot with his, apparently having noticed that I was staring at him, and I immediately looked forwards. I couldn't be sure, but I thought I saw him smile from the corner of my eye.

After the longest and most uncomfortable bus ride ever, trying to pretend not to see people staring at me, trying not to stare at Ian, and the two girls next to me making absolutely no attempt at pretending they weren?t talking about me, the bus pulled up at the school parking lot, and I practically flew out of my seat, but once I was walking into school, I remembered I still hadn't talked to Ian, and I looked back to find him getting off the bus.

God, the way he swung his hips as he walked was? ugh. I shuddered.

"You're doing it again," he said as he walked past me. He was definitely smiling this time, and I thought about following him and talking to him, but he was right, it wouldn't look right if I was seen with him, so I just stared after him as he walked past the gates into school. Jesus, was he walking like that on purpose?

The bell rang, and I put my hands in front me, hoping nobody would notice the bulge in my pants as I walked down the hall to my classroom.

If I thought riding the bus next to Ian had been uncomfortable, I greatly underestimated life's capability of fucking me over.

Now, I was sitting in math class, and it was one of those classrooms where they have the double desks so you can work with a partner, and at the beginning of the semester I'd loved this idea, but for the same reason that I'd loved it at first, now I hated it: Danny was my partner.

The first time I saw Danny he was running on the track during fourth period gym class. It was the first day of school, and I was starting to get used to my new surroundings, but then as I came out of the locker room after getting into the school uniform, we were told to run two laps around the basketball court to warm up, and as I was doing so, I saw him through a linked fence that separated the basketball courts from the running track he was on. Right away I realized he must be on the track team, cause he was wearing the uniform, and he was at the very front of the line. He was so fast and moved so gracefully that I found myself staring, and I almost ran into the kid in front of me.

Danny was too far away, so I couldn't really see what he looked like, but then when the period was over we all went in to change, and the track team went in too, but they were so many guys going in at the same time that I lost track of him.

I gave up trying to find him, and I went straight for the locker that I was assigned, but as I was turning the lock, I saw him again. He was a few feet to my right, bent over in front of his open locker, shirtless, and in the process of removing his (might I say - really tight) track shorts, and I saw those two round, firm globes of flesh framed by a white jockstrap, all smooth and tanned, the back of his thick thighs, and those sculpted, hairless calves, and my groin instantly started swelling, forming a tent in my loose jogging shorts.

"Can I help you?" he said, straightening up

"What?" I asked, coming out of my trance.

"I said, can I help you?"

Apparently that ass and those legs were attached to a boy. A very, very beautiful boy at that.

His face was practically perfect, with masculine but at the same time delicate features, beautiful blue eyes partially covered by a mop of tousled caramel colored hair and a set of full pink lips.

"I'm sorry?" I asked. I was so focused on studying this guy's face I had no idea what he was saying.

"Dude, what the hell?" he asked, getting irritated. "Do you need something, or are you just gonna stand there and stare at me?"

By this point, his lower half was covered by a pair of jeans, and he was putting on his shirt, so I was finally able to focus.

"Sorry," I mumbled. "I'm just kinda? lost. It's my first day, and I was wondering if you could help me find my way around here."

Nice. I was always a fast thinker.

"Uhm, sure," he said, his beautiful face softening. He straightened out his clothes and stuck his hand out to me. "Sorry, you caught me off guard. My name's Daniel, but everyone calls me Danny."

"Steven," I said, shaking his soft hand.

"Why don't you get changed and I'll meet you outside?"

"Sure," I said. "Thanks."

He flung his backpack over his shoulder and he sauntered out of the locker room.

I quickly changed, willing my hard-on to go down, and I went outside. It was lunch period, so Danny showed me where the cafeteria was, and he introduced me to his friends, whose names I couldn't remember. The only one that stood out was Jake. He was hot, except he looked like a hypocrite. He was being nice and all, but I could tell he didn't like the fact that I was walking around with Danny. He kept looking at us funny, like he was jealous or something.

It all made sense later on when I found out he was gay. And so was Danny. It came as a shock to me that they and their friends talked so openly and carelessly about it. Jake didn't seem gay at all, he was manly, and on the football team. What was also shocking was one of his friends, Mike, was also on the football team, but he was straight, and didn't seem at all bothered by the fact that one of his teammates was gay.

After lunch was over, Danny told me he'd see me around, and I went to my next class, which was math. When I explained to the teacher that I needed to do well in that class in order to get accepted into the football team, he said he'd pair me up with his best student.

"Speaking of," Mr. Harris said, pointing to the door. "There he is. Mr. Morrison, would you come here for a second?"

When I looked over, I saw it was Danny, and my heart did a little dance.

"Hey!" he said, smile and eyes bright. "What a coincidence."

"You've already met?" asked Mr. Harris.

"Yeah," Danny said. "I was just showing him around."

"Well, great," the teacher said. "Why don't you sit together, and you can help him, Mr. Morrison."

"Of course," Danny said, smiling at me.

That class had been great, cause even though I was no closer to understanding how Algebra worked, I had Danny's full attention, and he was talking to me and explaining strange equations in his beautiful voice.

When the teacher noticed, weeks later, that I wasn't improving much, he asked Danny if he could tutor me at home, since trying to do it during class was, according to him, keeping me from learning new material. I couldn't give a crap - all I cared was I was gonna have Danny tutoring me at home. When I told my parents about it, though, 'Danny' stood for Danielle, and they were thrilled.

Oh well, it was just a little lie.

Anyway, after a few days of me going to Danny's house, one day I gathered all the balls I had and kissed him. He was really surprised, but when I told him I'd had a crush on him since the very first moment I saw him and wanted him to be my boyfriend, he agreed.

When he realized I meant in secret, though, he wasn't so thrilled. I promised it would only be for a little while, though, I just wasn't ready to go public yet, so he agreed.

From that day on, our two hour study session became an intense one-and-a-half-hour studying, and an intense half-an-hour make out session. I would have happily done the last one for two hours straight, but Danny was adamant about me improving my grades, and he said if I didn't focus on my studying there would be no kissing, so I did the best I could, and I actually did get better.

Having improved my grades, I got accepted into the football team, and I started seeing a lot more of Jake Moss. I could tell he was a nice guy - he was to everyone else - but he seemed to have something against me. He didn't know about me and Danny yet, but he seemed to suspect our study sessions weren't only studying.

One day, though, Danny and I were done studying, and were making out, hot and heavy, shirts off, and me groping all over his back and legs, when suddenly Jake walked in on us. Apparently, being Danny's best friend, he could go in and out of the house no problem, and when he found us, his face turned scarlet in one second flat, he ground his teeth and his hands clenched into fists.

"What the fuck is this?!" he yelled.

"Jake!" Danny squeaked, pushing me away like I was a spider, and putting on his shirt he ran over to him. It was like he'd been caught cheating on him or something.

"What the fuck, Danny?!" Jake yelled again.

"Jake, calm down," Danny pleaded with a panicked look on his face. "My parents will hear you."

Jake pulled him into the bathroom, and they started whispering really loud. I could hear Jake furiously asking Danny why he didn't tell him when they're best friends, but he apologized and said it was because I was in the closet and didn't want anyone to know.

"That's bullshit!" Jake hissed. "If you were my boyfriend I wouldn't hide you from anyone. He should be fucking honored that he's with you. I know I would." There was a long, awkward pause after that, but then Jake stammered "I-I-I mean, hypothetically speaking." There was another pause. "I don't even know what I'm saying, I? I-I just mean he's an asshole, alright? You're my best friend, and it infuriates me that he's treating you like that."

"Like what?" Danny asked calmly. "Jake, I understand how you feel, but honestly, he treats me just fine. He -"

"Fine isn't good enough, Danny!" Jake interrupted. "Not for you. You deserve-" he began to get choked up. "You deserve the best, alright? You deserve a real boyfriend."

"Come here," Danny said, and I assumed he hugged him. "He is a real boyfriend to me. Maybe not in public yet, but he will be eventually. He just needs time, Jake, can't you understand that? He's not ready to come out yet, but he will be. I'm trying to help. Please, try to understand. Don't you remember how scared you were to come out? But you did, and so will he. I just need to be patient."

That was the exact moment I fell in love with him. He thought I was worth waiting for.

After a few weeks, though, Danny started getting impatient, and so did I. He wanted me to come out, to make our relationship public, to tell his friends, to tell his parents, and honestly, I just wanted to get in his pants. He was so fucking sexy, but he'd never let me do anything other than kiss him. Whenever I even groped his ass through his pants when we were making out, he'd stop me and tell me to be patient, but, god dammit, my patience was wearing thin. I understood, though, that he was a virgin, and he wanted me to show him I was really committed to him before he committed to me physically, but I was horny, and nowhere near ready to come out.

On top of all that pressure, and wanting to make Danny happy, there was Jake. He never said anything outright, but it was very obvious he wanted Danny for himself. And there was Rachel too, Danny's female best friend. She had been nice to me in the beginning, but when she found out we were dating, she was really mad Danny didn't tell her right away, and then she was mad I wasn't giving our relationship the 'recognition' it deserved. She was a bitch to me from then on, always making little comments about how Danny and Jake were 'so cute together,' or how Jake was 'such a gentleman,' or 'how deep their connection was.' It was frustrating, but what threw me over the edge was when she told me what happened at Danny's 18th birthday party, just a few weeks before school started and we met.

Apparently, Danny's little group of close friends got an older sibling to buy them alcohol, and they threw him a party at Mike's house. They'd been playing truth or dare, and when Danny chose truth, someone asked him if he was a virgin, to which he said yes. Jake got to ask Danny then, and he asked him if he'd ever kissed anyone, and to everyone's surprise, except Rachel who knew everything about her best friend for ten years, he said no. Everyone had been drinking, and Danny, being his first time, was really tipsy with very little alcohol, and when it was Rachel's turn, she dared Jake, who was forced to pick dare after having only chosen truth before, (which was how everyone found out he wasn't a virgin and he's slept with more than five guys - how many, he didn't say) to kiss Danny.

Jake was obviously more experienced with alcohol, and managed to hold himself back from showing his excitement, saying they were best friends, it would be weird, and Danny probably wouldn't want to anyway, but then everyone turned to Danny, who threw his arms in the air drunkenly and said, "why the hell not? It'll be my birthday present."

Everyone laughed, but Jake didn't waste time, throwing himself onto Danny, grabbing his face with both hands tenderly, looking deeply into his eyes, and said, "happy birthday," right before kissing him.

Using all the self-restraint he possessed, Jake made it a short kiss, but then Rachel spoke up, saying that wasn't a real kiss, and it should last for at least one full minute. Jake then reclaimed Danny's lips and thrust his tongue in, and they made out for a full minute. After that, Jake pulled back quickly, realizing he'd just fucked up, showing everyone how he really felt about his best friend, but Danny was so drunk he just smiled, laid back on his seat on the couch and fell asleep.

The next morning, Danny had a massive hang-over and didn't remember the kiss, for which Jake was thankful and at the same time extremely pissed, at himself more than anything, and he asked everyone that'd been at the party not to say anything. It'd been just their small group of close friends, so they agreed, and Danny never knew about it.

After hearing that story, though, I was so livid with jealousy, having thought I'd been his first kiss, that I wanted to punch Jake, but I knew that'd make Danny really mad at me, so I stopped myself.

A few days later, though, Danny and I had been dating for two months, and there was a party in the woods, where they'd built a bonfire to celebrate our team, me included, had won the last game of the football season.

I was really pent up after winning, I was feeling the buzz after a couple of beers, and when Danny arrived at the party with Rachel, I pulled him off to the side and started kissing him.

Danny squirmed away from me and he grimaced.

"What's the matter?" I asked, snaking an arm around his waist, but he pushed me away.

"You're drunk," he said, accusingly. "It's disgusting."

"I'm just celebrating. Don't you wanna celebrate with me? I was the hero tonight. Didn't you see the touchdown I scored? Huh? Jake didn't score any."

"What does that have to do with anything? What are you even talking about?" he asked.

"I'm just saying, I played better than him tonight. I always play better than him. I'm better. I'm hotter than him, I'm a better player, and I'm your boyfriend, not him. Doesn't that turn you on?" I grabbed him around the waist again, and he was looking at me like I was crazy. "I'm the star player right now, doesn't that turn you on? It turns me on, and I think I deserve a reward for that." I grabbed his ass with both hands then and squeezed.

Next thing I knew, he pushed me back so hard that I stumbled and fell hard on my ass.

"Motherfucker!" I screamed.

"Stop it!" Danny begged, his eyes watering. "You're drunk, Steven. Why don't we talk tomorrow? I'm leaving."

"You whore!" I yelled before I could stop myself. Danny froze there for a few seconds, and then he turned to look at me with a shocked expression on his beautiful face.

"What did you say?" he whispered.

"I called you a whore," I said, getting up and standing over him. "Don't you think for a second you're fooling me, or anyone else. I know what you're doing behind my back. You're gonna go see him right now, aren't you?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked, genuinely shocked.

"Jake!" By that point I knew I should stop talking, but I was drunk, and I was still pissed as hell after hearing Rachel's story. "You lied to me!"

"What are you talking about?" he repeated, getting frustrated.

"You said the first time I kissed you it was your first kiss, but Rachel told me what happened at your birthday party three months ago. It was him! You kissed Jake before me!"

Danny's face went from frustration to understanding. Then, to my utter dismay, he smiled and took his hand to his lips with a dreamy look in his eyes. "I thought it'd been a dream," he whispered.

Watching the immense happiness it brought to his face to remember Jake had kissed him first and not me, my heart broke into a million pieces, and all I had in that moment was rage.

"Fuck you!" I screamed. Good thing the music was blasting at the party so no one heard me. "You're a lying piece of shit, and you're a whore! I never wanna see you again, we're done!"

Danny looked so genuinely hurt, and his eyes welled up with tears so fast that my heart broke again, but then he balled his hand into a fist and pushed me in the gut with such incredible strength I doubled over in pain.

"You're an asshole!" he yelled at me, tears streaming down his face. "You have no right to say any of those things to me. That happened weeks before I met you, and I've never once gone behind your back, but fine, you wanna break up with me? Suit your fucking self! See who else cares enough to wait for you to get your fucked up head in order."

The he took off, and I fell to the ground and cried like a baby.

After that embarrassing episode, I tried to pretend I didn't care, but then I got drunk again a week later and accidentally outed myself in front of everyone, earned myself a punch in the face, this time from Jake, and was now sitting next to Danny in the most uncomfortable silence ever.

"Is there something wrong here?" asked Mr. Harris, stopping by mine and Danny's desk before starting his lecture.

"No, Mr. Harris, everything's fine," Danny said politely, but I just looked down at my hands on the desk.

"Are you sure?" he asked both of us. "You've improved a lot, Mr. Price," he said to me, "so if you wanted to change partners, that would be okay."

"Yes, please!" I said, a little too loud and too eagerly, cause everyone stopped talking and turned to look at me.

"Alright, then," Mr. Harris said, trying to ignore the awkwardness of it all. "You can go sit next to Mr. Jensen, third row, middle seat."

"Thank you," I said, taking my backpack and quickly walking to my new seat.

I thought, thank goodness, this day won't be as bad as I thought, but then I saw my new partner and cringed.

"Hey, partner," he said with a wicked smile. "We're gonna have so much fun together."

Shit. Ian.

I tried to smile back, but I'm pretty sure it was unsuccessful, so I just sat down, took my notebook out of my backpack, and started taking notes as Mr. Harris started his lecture.

Ian was dutifully listening to class too, but from the corner of my eye I could tell he was looking back at me every now and then and smirking. He was having fun watching me twitch uncomfortably.

After class, I started packing my things, and Ian did the same.

"Hey," he said, stopping me with a hand on my arm as I started walking out.

"What?" I said, nervous someone would see us talking and assume something.

"I meant what I said earlier." I looked at him quizzically. "If you want, we can have a lot of fun together. It doesn't have to mean anything." He gave me a look as if to say 'think about it,' and walked out.

I stood there on the door to the classroom, watching Ian walk away, when someone cleared their throat behind me.

"Excuse me," I heard Danny's beautiful voice. My heart immediately started beating faster. Maybe he realized he'd made a mistake? Maybe he broke up with Jake and wants to get back together with me? Then my hopes were crushed when he added, "I need to get through," and I realized I was in his way. I was literally in his way out the door, just like I'd been in his way of getting together with Jake just two weeks ago. I moved aside so he could walk past me, and I couldn't help the rush of jealousy that overtook me as I saw him walk right towards Jake, who was standing outside our classroom waiting for him. Danny hugged him, Jake gave him a sweet kiss on his temple, and he took Danny's hand in his as they started walking away to their next class. What was even worse was the fact that neither one of them even looked back at me. Danny didn't give me an 'I miss you' glance over his shoulder, or Jake an 'I'm watching you' glare. They were truly over me. I'd been nothing but a tiny bump in their path they'd finally gotten over. They honestly didn't give two shits about me.

Suddenly, I was overcome with rage.

Fine, I thought, if Danny's over me, then I need to be over him too. A.S.A.P. I have to get a girlfriend. Except, that would take too long. Girls are too much effort. Ian, on the other hand, is ready to go right now. Fine, Ian it is.

"Ian!" I found myself calling before I could stop myself. He was kind of far away by now, the fast-walking little fucker, but he still heard me and stopped in his tracks. He turned to me and raised his brows. I jogged up to him and he looked like he wanted to laugh, but he refrained himself.

"Yes?" he said with an amused tone.

"Uhm? I was thinking? I wouldn't be opposed to having some fun? if, like you said, it didn't have to mean anything."

He smiled. His teeth were really straight, and white. He had a sexy smile too. "Sure," he said with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Meet me at lunch. You know where." He walked away.

Fuck. What did I get myself into?

After gym class, I went into the locker room to change, having second thoughts about meeting Ian as soon as I got out of there, and as I was reaching my locker, I expected an awkward run-in with Danny again, but when I looked to my right where his locker was, someone else was changing in front of it.

"Hey," I said to the guy. "What are you doing? That's Danny's locker."

"Not anymore," he said disinterestedly, "we switched. He's on the other side of the room now, next to his boyfriend."

I ground my teeth and my nose flared. Fuck it, I had to meet Ian. See if he could get my mind off Danny. He was sexy too, in a different, more effeminate way, and he didn't have Danny's big, round, firm, juicy-looking ass, but he was sexy none-the-less.

I changed as fast as possible, slammed my locker shut, and pretended not to look at Danny and Jake changing next to each other as I walked past their lockers on my way out.

I made a bee-line to the bathrooms, where I knew Ian would be, and he was leaning on the wall next to the door, and he went in as soon as he saw me approaching.

I went in right behind me, and I was about to turn the lock when he put his small delicate hand on my wrist and stopped me.

"Not today, my friend," he said. "It's school hours. People need to pee." He chuckled to himself, grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the big stall at the very back. That one he did lock.

He leaned his backpack against the wall, put the seat down on the toilet, and sat down.

"Come on," he said, motioning for me to get closer. "Don't be shy. Show it to me."

That sentence alone made my dick go from half hard to full mast.

I was really nervous, but I was turned on as hell, so I dropped my backpack next to his, and started unbuckling my pants.

"Nu-uh," Ian said, swatting my hands away and taking hold of mine half-open fly. "Let me." He pulled my zipper down, and then he grabbed my pants, along with my underwear, with one hand on each side and pulled them all the way down to my ankles. "Oh, yeah," he said, grabbing my dick with both hands.

His hands were so small he needed both of them to cover the shaft, and the head still popped out.

"You've got a big dick, Steven," he said, looking at it as if in a trance. "Has anyone ever told you that? It's long and thick." He slapped it against his own face. It was a hot fucking sight. "And it tastes really good, too," he said, and he stuck his tongue out and licked the slit, where there was precum starting to ooze out. I moaned.

He slowly bathed my entire dick with saliva, licking it from base to tip with long swipes of his tongue, then slowly started putting it in his mouth. I closed my eyes and threw my head back.

What he was doing felt amazing, but I couldn't get past the feeling of guilt. The first time in had been spontaneous, out of the blue, but this time it had been predetermined on my part. I had told him I wanted it, I'd had time to think about it and change my mind, but I didn't - I came here and willingly let him put my dick in his mouth. How could I explain this? The excuse I was telling myself was wearing thin. This wasn't just experimenting anymore, I had willingly chosen a guy to do this with, and not only was I enjoying it, I found this guy sexy. A guy.

At that moment, Ian succeeded in swallowing my dick to the root, and all thoughts were momentarily interrupted as he started sucking. He was hollowing his cheeks and wetly sucking up and down my dick, bobbing a few times and focusing on the head before plunging down and taking me in his throat again.

I was really getting into it, moaning with my eyes rolling to the back of my head when I heard the door to the bathroom open, and I immediately thought to get my dick back in my pants and get the hell out of there, but Ian held fast, grabbing my ass with both hands when he sensed I was about to move, and he swung his legs up onto the toilet seat, so if anyone cared to look under the partition, they'd only see me.

I heard the guy's footsteps getting close, but then they stopped, and I heard him start to piss into the urinal as Ian's head kept bobbing up and down my shaft.

Then the peeing stopped, the urinal flushed as he stepped away, and I expected to hear the water on the sink as he washed his hands, but there was nothing. Silence.

Then I freaked out as I realized he was probably trying to figure out what was going on in the last stall, cause Ian was making light sucking and gurgling noises as he sucked me. They were barely noticeable, but he would definitely hear them if he was paying attention, so I put my hand on the back of Ian's neck and stopped him from moving. He kept using his tongue to lick all around my shaft and the little sensitive spot right under the head, but his head didn't move. I had to bite my tongue not to make any noise, but it seemed to work, cause a few seconds later, the guy washed his hands and walked out.

"Holy shit!" I whispered, "That was close!"

Ian chuckled around my cock but never stopped sucking. After about a minute, though, I felt myself getting close. Ian's expert skills, added to the thrill of almost getting caught, made me cum so hard and so much Ian had to work over-time to swallow it all in time. He was happy to comply, though, and he left me clean and shiny after licking me off and swallowing all the creamy cum I gave him.

"That was hot," he said, licking his lips. "We should do it again some time." I let out a shaky laugh and pulled my pants and underwear up my shaky legs. He got up, grabbed his backpack and unlocked the stall, but then I grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Hold on a second," I told him. "What does this mean?"

"Whatever you want it to mean," he said, and I could tell he meant to leave it that, but he must have seen the lost look on my face, cause he let out a tired sigh.

"Look," he said, "this doesn't mean you're gay, if that's what you're asking. Maybe it does, but maybe it doesn't. The only thing that's for sure right now is that you're confused. If you wanna keep doing this and find out for sure, I'm all for it, but if you wanna stop, that's fine with me too."

"You mean? you're okay with this?" I asked. "I mean? sucking me off and not getting anything in return?"

He shrugged. "I like doing it, in case you hadn't noticed. I really enjoy it, and I know better than to ask you to return the favor and freak you out. I'd be willing to continue this if you wanted."

"So, assuming I said yes, that would be it? You wouldn't expect me to do anything to you? You wouldn't, you know? get your hopes up?"

Ian snorted. "I'm not looking to date you if that's what you're asking. I don't date guys who're in the closet. I told you before, we can fun together - I'll have sex with you - but it doesn't have to mean anything."

"Does that mean we could??"

"Fuck?" Ian offered. I blushed, but nodded. "Yes." My dick twitched. Ian laughed. "You just think about it alright? I'll see you after school." He left the stall and turned and winked at me before going out of the bathroom.

If he's as talented in bed as he's with his mouth, I thought, there's no way I'm not getting some of that ass.