John Christian
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Our Little Secret - Part 2
🕑 Added 2024-10-30 10:21:47 +0000 UTCThis will need another part (tomorrow).
All characters are consenting adults (18+)
“Are you good?” Dawson asked. Maybe it had been obvious that for the last twenty minutes, I hadn’t taken my eyes off Troy.
“Huh? Oh, yeah… I’m fine” I mumbled back, as the handsome young man continued to throw a ball back and forth between a few other friends. Dawson followed my line of sight, and then grinned widely.
“So?” He asked.
“So, what?”
“So, did you talk to him?”
I felt my cheeks blush as I looked away and shook my head. “Of course not” I lied, “I think we’ve already established that Troy isn’t gay”.
“Tell that to his Snapchat story” Dawson scoffed, shovelling the rest of his sandwich into his mouth. “Wanna do something later?” He asked, chewing.
“Uh… I’ve got a lot of homework” I lied again, because how could I do anything after school, other than rush home and spend my evening talking to the man of my dreams?
“Loser” Dawson said, and got to his feet, “meet you outside the gate after school” he added, and disappeared back into the building just as Troy and the rest of his pals began to follow.
My heart raced as they drew closer. Troy looked even more magnificent today than he usually did, and wore a loose basketball jersey which showed off his smooth, rounded muscles perfectly.
I kept my head down, but at the last second, our eyes met, and I felt a rush of chills ripple through my body as I gave him a stiff, secretive nod. He quickly turned away, apparently eager to avoid us being caught, and I scurried inside and spent the rest of the afternoon thinking about him.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna’ do something?” Dawson asked as we cycled home.
“Sorry, man” I shrugged, “we can do something on Saturday night, though?”
Dawson nodded, and I felt a little bit bad for lying to my best friend as he cycled away, but I needed to speak to Troy, and as soon as I got home, I rushed straight to my bedroom, jumped onto my bed and pulled out my phone.
Ethan: Hey! Sorry about earlier, I hope I didn’t make it too obvious.
I lay there for a moment as I waited for him to respond, and tried to imagine what he might be doing at that exact moment. Was he already home? Was he standing in his shower, completely naked, with water dripping down his shredded body? The idea excited me, and mindlessly, I began to rub the crotch of my shorts.
Troy: Don’t worry about it, but let’s just keep this quiet.
I nodded to myself. He was right. There was no point in drawing any attention to ourselves. Not at this point, anyway.
Ethan: Sure. So… What are you up to?
Troy: Just got home. Not gonna’ lie, I’m a little horny.
The words on the screen took my breath away. Troy Lawson had just told me that he was horny, and all I could do was gawp at my phone in response. Was he horny for me? Was he lying on his bed, just like I was, with his cock in his hand? I shivered with excitement as I tapped my reply.
Ethan: Oh yeah? What has you horny?
Troy: I’m always horny lol, but now I have no girl to help me out.
Again, my heart smashed. Was he flirting with me? Was he suggesting that I could be the one to help him out? The arousing thoughts flooded my mind.
Ethan: I’m sure there’s lots of people who’d love to help you out.
Troy: How about you?
I dropped my phone onto the bed and fist pumped the air. How had my life just gone from being incredibly boring to nail bitingly exciting in less than twenty four hours?
“Play it cool” I whispered to myself, as sweat began to form across my body.
Ethan: How would I do that?
Troy sent a Snap.
I froze as I stared at the little red square. He’d just sent me a photograph, and behind that notification would hopefully be a part of Troy’s body that I had only ever dreamed of. Nervously, I tapped the screen and watched as it filled with him.
I couldn’t tell where he was as the room was quite dark, but it was clear that he was as horny as I was. He wore a pair of light blue boxer briefs, and inside, his large, stiff cock was clearly visible under the fabric.
Troy: You tell me.
I couldn’t help myself anymore. I reached into my pants, grabbed my six inch cock, and dragged it out as my mind raced.
Ethan: If I was there, I’d happily help.
Troy: Tell me how.
Ethan: I’d take that big, juicy cock into my mouth. I’d lick, suck and kiss every inch of it until your legs shook. I’d play with those big balls until your eyes rolled, and then I’d swallow every last drop of cum that you fed me.
I let out a soft moan as the words created pictures in my head. There was nothing I wouldn’t do to make this a reality, and as I imagined my mouth being filled with Troy’s cock, my hand stroked even faster.
Troy: What if I wanted your ass, too?
I moaned again. There was no way that I was going to last long like this. The most beautiful man I knew was thinking about fucking me, and I wasn’t going to blow my chance.
Ethan: Let’s do it. I’m free all weekend. Mouth, ass, you name it, it’s yours.
It took Troy a few minutes to respond, and every second that went by made me a little more nervous. Had I scared him off? Was he rethinking everything? Had I made the whole thing too real? I continued to worry until eventually, Troy replied.
Troy: Saturday. The old scrap yard. 10pm.
Cum shot from my cock and squirted across my chest and stomach. I jerked it harder, sending more of my load spurting into the air and splashing down on top of me, my toes curled, my eyes rolled, and my whole body buzzed with pleasure as my dreams came true.
Ethan: It’s a date.
Troy: No, it’s our little secret.
“I was thinking” Dawson said on Friday morning, “my folks are out tomorrow night, so we can either watch the entire series of Halloween and see how many of my dad’s beers we can drink, or we can get as much pizza as we can afford, and see who can eat the most”.
My brain wasn’t even focused on Dawson. In a little over twenty four hours, I was going to have sex for the first time, and despite the fact that I had always assumed that I’d lose my virginity to some older gay guy from a seedy hook-up app, it was happening with the hottest guy in school.
“What’s wrong with you lately?” I heard Dawson say, and snapped out of my thoughts.
“Huh? Uh, nothing” I replied, “I was just thinking about something”.
“Well, think about our plans for tomorrow” he said.
“Shit, man” I sighed, “I um… I have to go to my grandma’s place, I forgot all about it, bro”.
He glared at me with angry eyes, and I knew I’d upset him.
“It’s Halloween, Ethan” he said, “since when do you go to your grandma’s on Halloween?”
I felt bad. I really did, but how could I turn down the opportunity of a lifetime with Troy, just to drink beer and eat pizza with Dawson? Sure, he was my best friend, but we could do those things any time. With Troy, I might never get the opportunity again.
“Sorry, man” I shrugged, “my mom’s being a hardass about it”.
The rest of the journey to school happened in complete silence, but once again, my mind had returned to Troy, and as we locked our bikes up, I watched him pull into the parking lot and greet a couple of his friends with fist bumps.
“See you” Dawson mumbled, but before I had a chance to respond, he was gone.
Troy looked even hotter than he did yesterday, and I was beginning to wonder how that was even possible. He laughed and joked with his friends as they strolled toward the building, and all I could do was picture the photograph that he’d sent me the previous day. God, he was perfect.
The day went quickly, but by the time I reached the bike racks, Dawson was already gone. I sighed to myself as I unlocked my own one, and began walking it down the street.
I knew that he was pissed off, and I fully accepted that it was my fault, but I’d make it up to him another time. Perhaps I’d even tell him the truth about it, and maybe then he’d understand.
“Hey Fuck-O”.
I turned my head at the crude name, and my eyes widened slightly when I saw Troy in the driver’s seat of the car that rolled slowly next to me. The guy hanging out the passenger side window was a douchebag named Jeff.
“Did your mommy buy you that bike?” He asked, with a stupid voice.
“Uh… Yeah?” I replied, and his moron brain didn’t know how to handle my answer.
“Yeah… Well, it’s fuckin’ stupid!” He blurted, and the car sped off as I shook my head.
I was angry when I got home. Of course, I didn’t expect Troy to come to my rescue, but he could have at least said something to his idiot friend, and so I grabbed my phone and sent him another message.
Ethan: Your friend is a douchebag. You know that, right? I mean, mom jokes? We’re eighteen years old.
Troy: Yeah, I know. Sorry about him. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow with this…
Immediately, my anger dissolved, and I watched as a new image appeared. I gulped as I opened it, and gulped again at the sight of the large, veined cock looking back at me.
It must have been at least seven or eight inches of pure, thick meat, with a large mushroom head that I could already feel popping my cherry. My own cock twitched at the thought.
Ethan: Deal.
Comments
Joseph Thomas
Wow! Love the cliffhangers! Got me all worked up with a hint of what’s to come.
Jules
om nomm nomm!!! he’s gonna get busted in half hahahaha
Derek S
😮💨 wowzers love this one
Mit Seiler
Damn! Reliving my high school fantasies.
