I sat up after 20 minutes of crying in the bathroom, I slowly dragged my way to the mirror to look at myself. My eyes were swollen and red from crying, I rinsed my face off with luke warm water. Taking one last glance at myself I turned to the towel rack and began to dry my face off. Knowing that lunch would end soon I decided to go back and see if my mates had left plus I had a plate to clean up. I opened the door not wanting to make eye contact with anyone because they would be able to tell I was just crying.
I walked down the hall, it was filled with boys around my age chatting and joking amongst themselves. I entered the dining hall to see that the tables had a few groups still left, but nowhere near as packed as it was when everyone was eating. I saw that the only one left at my spot was Greene. I tapped his shoulder wanting to say sorry.
"Hey..." Was the only thing that left my lips. He looked back and smirked he seemed to guess I would eventually show up. He looked at my face and used his right hand to move a few strands of brown hair from my red eyes.
"You really where upset, I take it?" He cracked a smile trying to lose the strange atmosphere that was between us. "Don't worry I won't tell the others that you were in such a state." He let his hand fall to his lap, the hair falling back to my face. He really was a good mate and I acted like such a bloody...sod towards him for no reason.
I noticed something was missing; my plate and table area was completely clean. "Did you clean my mess up for me?" I asked in a choked up tone. He just looked at me and then back to my spot he laughed like he just heard a really funny joke.
"Oh no! Funny thing is right after you left, William Kensington the prefect came over and asked what happened so I told him you started choking on some food and ran out. I didn't want to tell him that you were upset..." Greene stood up shooting me a smile. I knew that if I told him what happened yesterday and what happened today he would definitely think I was a bloody arse, so I just nodded and sat in my previous seat.
"I'm leaving first...I'll see you later." He patted my shoulder rather roughly but in a friendly matter. I turned my head and watched him leave. I looked at the table area and wanted to start crying again, but decided against it. Kensington helped me again knowing that I hated him and called him names. He didn't care he just wanted to help and he didn't even tell me. Why does he do that!? He just continues to help me on the sly and then just lets me do horrid things to him. I looked forward my eyes began to water, but I whipped them with my sleeve.
"After all our classes are finished I will thank him and apologize to him." I made a decision to ignore my stomach feelings and do what I should have done in the first place. I stood up feeling a little better Math was my next class so I had to hurry and get their early to avoid tardiness.
After my last class I had went and visited Mr. Loftus to ask where Kensington had his last class. I opened the door to Mr. Loftus sitting at his desk reading a thick book while drinking tea.
"Mr. Loftus can I have a moment of your time?" I asked meekly, trying not to sound as intense as I was feeling. He looked up, after he saw my face a smile cracked across his face. He set his cup down and pushed his book aside.
"Young Mr. Jounes what a pleasure it is to see you, you usually scurry out of class without a single farewell, it's quite odd for you to come and visit after your classes are out." He stood up to greet me at the door but all I can do is look down. "Jounes is there something bothering you?" His smile faded and he became concerned.
"No I'm just in a bit of a hurry..." I stopped mid-sentence and wondered if maybe I wanted to tell him about what's been going the past few days. Then I remembered that Kensington lied for me and if I told him I would get him in trouble as well so I decided to save it for another day. "I was wondering if you knew where Kensington's last class was."
He nodded and his smile returned, he was a genuinely nice teacher and he did care deeply for his student. "Oh I see, you're a year younger so you probably haven't heard but Kensington took the rest of the day off because he wasn't feeling well." He folded his arms.
I looked up in shock. "Was this after lunch!?" I said in a panic like state, my mouth wide open.
"Yes actually, how did you know that?" He tilted his head. He saw my panic like state and before he could ask any more questions I dashed out of the door. He was so upset he took the day off!? I just cried and acted so selfish but I didn't think about him! He was angry at me for being a bloody arsehole towards him, and he should be I acted so stupid around him.
Why couldn't act normal around him like I act with Greene or Wallace!? It doesn't make any since, there is a reason for this but I can't seem to find what it is. I was running so fast that I didn't realize that on top of sweating insanely there were tears running down my cheeks. I don't know why but my tear ducts where out of control today and I couldn't seem to stop myself from crying. The prefects stayed in nicer dorms then the rest of us and some of the older ones didn't have to share a room. I slammed into the hall causing passersby to look at me funny.
I stopped running in the middle of a long corridor with wooden doors all long each side. "Which one is Kensington's though?" I said wiping the sweat and tears from my face.
I felt something tap my head "Kensington is two doors that way." I turned to see a tall brunette with striking blue eyes, he had freckle's along his cheeks his slicked back hair gave him this classy look. He was smirking at me; I just stared in amazement at him. He looked so mature and cool that it was hard for me to respond.
"T-Thanks..." Was all that left my mouth, I remembered the issue at hand when he pointed me in the direction. Before I headed that way I was feeling hot from running so I took my tie off and slipped it in my pocket. My shirt was unbuttoned a few buttons so people could now see my collarbone.
I stopped outside the door I was pointed to, I looked back to see if the classy looking guy was still there but he had returned to what he was doing before he stopped and helped me. I shifted my body and started having second thoughts about seeing Kensington. I shook my head and decided to stop acting like a bloody fool!
I tapped the door lightly, not wanting to be obnoxious. After a few moments of silence I heard shuffling on the other side.
"Come in!" Was all I heard from the other side of the door. His husky voice sounded sidetracked, like he was in the middle of something. I slowly turned the knob and opened the door. I couldn't believe that I was trembling as I slowly opened the door. I stepped in closing the door behind me.
He was sitting at his mahogany desk reading what looked to be some kind of novel. His hair was all over his face like he had fallen asleep and didn't care to fix it back. He was wearing a bright mint green sweater that had been rolled up to the elbow. My eyes scaled down to notice that he wasn't wear pants or some form of shorts he was wearing black briefs. I gulped looking back up to him giving me a look that told me to go jump out a window.
"I uhh..." I looked down my mouth was open but words didn't want to leave my throat. I stuttered a few more moments before he slammed his book closed and he let out a huge sigh. This caused me to wince from the sudden noise, my whole body was tensed up like I was about to be told my parents killed each other and said they hated me.
"I thought it was made very clear at lunch that you hated!?" He stood up his voice raising. He looked my body up and down. "I mean what did you come here for, to call me more names or tell me how I made your life a living hell!?" He stepped forward. I couldn't do anything but listen I needed to be told this. I wanted him to tell me his thought because maybe then I would understand why I acted the way I did.
He had made his way so he was standing right in front of me; he was taller than me so my vision was hitting his upper neck. I looked up to meet his gaze; he looked so upset that I couldn't manage to say anything I just bit my lip trying to hold the tears back.
"You don't even know me..." He reached his hand out, I winced knowing he was either going to push me or yank my collar. "You're like everyone else, you think I like being so good and polite to everyone that steps in my vision, yet here I am just letting you take advantage of me and do what you want." His voice got lower almost to a whisper. My eyes still closed and my body still tense, I jumped when I felt his fingers touch my lower neck. He slid his hand to my collarbone and followed it under my shirt.
My eye still closed I was so confused all I could do was gulp. What was he doing!? Was he going to scratch me? He wants me to bleed; I knew he wasn't all that good! I opened my eyes to confront his actions but the second my eyes opened I saw his face was getting closer.
"Kensington what the h-" was all that managed before his warm lips pressed against mine. I just stood there like a deer in headlights. He began to massage his lips against mine; he used the hand that wasn't in my shirt to trail up the back of my head. When he got to the middle of the back of my head he used it to pull me closer causing his hand to go further into my shirt. I felt a button hit my foot; I didn't know what to do. Kensington was kissing me!? Another boy had his hand in my shirt and his lips on mine! All I did was stand there; I wasn't sure of what was going through my mind.
He made me even more confused and numb when his wet tongue started licking my lips. It was like his tongue wanted inside; I had no idea what to do so I just let him do what he wanted. His tongue entered my mouth he explored it like it was something he had looked for his entire life. So thorough he then used his hot tongue to play with my limp tongue. My body felt strange like it was over a fire. My body now in control without my brain, my tongue began to move against his. Suddenly they were wrestling for dominance and his was wining.
His hand began to trail lower down my body. I couldn't control myself I had ahold of his shirt at the shoulder wanting to further the kiss. Never in my life has this type of thing happen. I've kissed girls but they didn't make me feel so extreme like his did. Suddenly his tongue retreated back to his mouth, knowing mine would follow. I explored the hot wet area, his hands where making my body feel strange. His left hand in my hair making sure my head didn't move an inch, his left made it was to my belly button.
Wait, what was he trying to do!? I suddenly snapped out of the hazy yet numb feeling he was causing with his hands and tongue when his finger began to undo my belt. He was trying to get me undressed! I did what any normal boy would do and I pushed him back. Our mouths ripped apart with a string of our mixed saliva between them.
"What are you doing!?" I stuttered out as I held my shirt together. He just looked at me and then his gaze went to my pants.
"You tell me..." He then pointed to a bulge in my pants, the kiss caused my manhood to throb. I was so turned on I actually thought about letting him do what he wanted to me, but I was a boy and so was he so I shook my head of the thought.
"Y-You kissed me!? Why...?" I tried to get his attention from my hard-on. I saw that his briefs had the same problem.
"Because you're so...so...bloody hot." He crossed his arm in no way ashamed that he just called another boy hot. My face looked at him in disbelief. A girl has never said that to me let alone a boy.
"Y-You're..." I couldn't manage to say the word; I had never met someone like it. I've never thought I would ask someone at my school this.
"...Gay..." He read my mind and answered for me. His eyes looked straight at mine and he smiled. "what do you think? I just made a move on you trying to have my way with you cute little body." He laughed.
How could he just laugh, he just told me he was gay. First hot and now cute!? I was so confused and lost that I tilted my head at him not sure what the next thing to come out of his mouth might be.
"Kent...I was so angry and hurt by the way you've acted not because I'm some pure nice prefect..." He said my first name and it gave me this feeling that caused me to feel my heart skip a beat. " But because I wanted us to get closer until I could tell you that every day since I've become prefect and I've started seeing more of the underclassman I've watched you. The way you smile when you get a good grade or the way you slightly doze of as the teacher lectures the class. Even the way your hair just lays against your face makes me want to touch you." He licked his lips knowing mine were just there.
I couldn't take it, I was so confused from what he said and did that I just opened the door and left. He just confessed to me telling me all this weird stuff and then expects me to have a response. I was running as fast as possible because not only did I have a hard- on from the kiss but my shirt was missing 3 buttons from him trying to rip it off.
As I slammed the door to my room shut I just slid down it and sat there. I couldn't believe that I was just kissing Kensington, and I kind of liked it. I slid my fingertips over my lips; I could still feel the warmth of his lips on mine. Our tongues still wrestling, I then realized that my hard-on was worse. My cock throbbing uncontrollably I had to relive myself or I would be in pain.
I remembered that my roommate had some dirty magazines in his suit case. I stood up and waited to see if he would enter, and after a few minutes I couldn't wait any longer. I opened the closet doors and dug his suitcase out. After I opened it I knew he hid it under is a flap that unzipped on the inside of the suitcase. He showed them to me when we first met, he told me his dad was going to throw them out so he just took them.
I pulled the first open out and began to look through it. There were pictures of hot girls having sex with muscular guys. I unzipped my pants and let my 4 and half inch erect penis out, I touched the tip. I was uncircumcised so I had skin of the head. I slip my hand down the shaft and began to get a rhythm. I kept looking at the picture, I began to pant as I moved my hand faster squeezing in every once in a while.
I turned to a page of two woman with a man having sex and on the side was an ad for a gay men's porn magazine, it had a tall blonde man kissing a brunette and while they kissed they were holding each other's cocks. The men reminded me of Kensington and me, I began to remember the kiss with him. My imagination continued the kiss from where I stopped it, I pictured Kensington and I doing the same thing as the men in the ad were doing. Suddenly I felt myself moaning louder as I pictured Kensington's cock in my hand instead of my own. I started humping my own hand pretending like it was Kensington's hand, I felt my penis twitch uncontrollably and I made throaty pants as I started to shoot my load all over the magazine. I let my super sensitive penis go after I finished.
I looked down at the magazine and realized my cum was all over the ad for the gay men's magazine. What had I just done? I used my index finger to rub the cum on the blonde boys face, like I was in a trance. I couldn't believe that I just came while imagining Kensington wank me off. I was still in the trance when another wet substance hit the magazine page. I slid my finger to it and mixed it with the cum, what is this? It's so warm and watery...
I realized that I was crying, the tears just rolled down my face and onto the page. What was happening to me? I stepped back and pulled my pants together.
"I think I'm going to be sick!" I held my mouth, what I just did finally hit me I ran into our private bathroom and stuck my head over the toilet. I began to throw my lunch up, tears still streaming down my face. After a few moments of throwing up I stood up and stumbled over to the sink. I rinsed my mouth with water and the glanced at the mirror.
I didn't recognize the person in the mirror, Who was that? It had to be me because I was the one standing there but no matter that I did it was like I didn't know the person before me. Something had changed inside of me, something that would never go back...Something that caused me to look in the mirror and not know the person looking back...
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