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Pretending To Be Gay 09
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Chapter 9: Movie Day
Time passed, and over the next few weeks we found sort of a flow. Things didn’t feel as shaky anymore, and it was like we had settled into our own rhythm. We got more comfortable being ourselves in public, and every day it felt more obvious that we were basically together, like a regular couple of gay dudes, even if we hadn’t said it out loud yet. Miles was writing our story and sharing it with me on Google Drive, and I was jerking off every night as he sent me subsequent chapters. He recounted all the crazy shit we had done in public, and even made up some stories, which was his way of telling me he wanted to try it next. Sometimes when he was over, he would read parts aloud, and it felt crazy to hear our own lives turned into chapters. I would listen while I started blowing him and jerking myself off. My favorite place to listen to his stories was between his legs with his monster cock in my mouth. I teased him and called it “gooner bait”, but deep down I thought it was awesome he cared enough to put it into words.
Miles and I kept up our shower routine whenever we could, even if the baseball team caught on a bit that we were always in there together. And we’d sneak into bathroom stalls between classes, blowing each other fast and seeing how much noise we could get away with. The rush of knowing someone could walk in at any second always made it way more intense. Sometimes Greg stalked us and managed to sneak in too, and we usually didn't push him away. We were generally happy to put him to good use, especially since it freed us up to make out the whole time while he worked us over with is hands and mouth. There were days he sucked us to completion one after the other, and other times when he switched back and forth, even sometimes licking our asses if the angle let him. We were dicking each other down in janitor closets, the backstage of the auditorium, even just behind the football field snack shed sometimes. Depending on how much privacy we could steal, it got messy and wild. My throat was at the ready any time of day that he wanted it. And on special occasions he would ask me to fuck him too. Every time felt like we were testing how far we could push things without getting caught, and we just kept getting bolder. We're honestly lucky we never got into serious trouble. The worst was getting walked in on by a random dude who usually just looked shocked then left to find another bathroom.
One Friday, in the janitor's closet while Greg was on his knees deep throating Miles' heavy dick and I was holding his head down for him while I made out with Miles, I had an idea, "why don't you come over to Miles' tonight?" He kept Miles’ dick in his mouth, and just raised an eyebrow.
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With no parents around, we were butt naked in seconds after getting into Miles’ room that night, laughing at how fast it was escalating. Greg was on his knees almost immediately, warming up Miles. After a minute, Miles bent me over the bed and started warming up my ass. That night was a liberated blur, and we’d switch around every few minutes, trying everything. We pulled up porn on Miles’ computer, the speakers turned low to not wake anyone up, and the sounds we made with our bodies and throats drowned it all out. We went at each other like animals. At one point we were in a triangle all blowing each other. It wasn’t romantic or careful, it was just raw hormonal energy and us wanting to see how far we could take it.
When we were done, Miles and Greg were checking their phones, both still naked. I noticed the door slightly ajar, and realized anyone walking by could have seen us. My heart jumped for a second thinking someone might have, but since there was no yelling or gasps of shock, I figured nobody had caught us. Still, it left me somewhat nervous as I wiped myself off, threw on some underwear and stepped into the hall.
I headed toward the bathroom. Just as I opened the door, Landon was opening it from his side, and he was completely naked, dripping wet from a shower. He froze when he saw me. The bright bathroom light lit up every inch of his pale, athletic frame, and it almost made me flinch. In the one second flash, the image seared into my brain. His cock hung low like Miles’, thick and heavy. He quickly yanked a towel from the rack and muttered, “Sorry dude, I normally just walk back to my room naked since it’s right there.” He gestured awkwardly toward his room and brushed past me, the towel hanging loosely around his waist, and I caught a glimpse of the top of his ass before he disappeared into his room and closed the door.
I peed and went back to the room, still trying to process seeing Miles’ lookalike naked, and knowing there were two dicks like that in the house. Miles noticed the boner straining in my pants and smirked, but Greg beat him to it and dropped down to his knees in front of me.
He ripped down my boxer briefs and started sucking me, eager like he hadn’t just cum a dozen times that night already. Miles leaned back against the headboard, watching for a second, then pulled me closer so my ass was pressed on his body while Greg worked on me. They had both blown too many loads already, but they still took turns going down on me until I finally erupted in Miles’ mouth. When it was over, I collapsed against him, both of us sweaty and out of breath, while Greg stretched out next to us on the bed. Miles wrapped an arm around me as we caught our breath.
Greg broke the silence. “I don’t know any other gay guys in real life,” he admitted. “I’m jealous of you guys,” His voice was softer than usual, almost like he wished he had what we had.
“You’re gonna find the right guy, man,” I said. Miles added, “and we’ll keep you warm until you do.” We all laughed a bit at that, and I rubbed Miles’ chest until I started to fall asleep.
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The next Friday I woke up sick. It felt like a horrible flu, and it knocked me out flat. I was sweating under my blankets, and could barely eat. I could tell I was going to need to spend a day drifting in and out of naps. My whole body ached, my head felt like it had a ball of lead in it, and even standing up to grab water made me feel dizzy. I hated missing seeing the guys at school, and Miles, but there was no way I could drag myself out of bed that day.
Until Miles came over.
He arrived after school, showing up at my bedroom door unexpected.
I looked at him surprised. “Oh hey! You don’t have practice today?”
“Took a sick day for you,” he said with a smile. I smiled back.
He walked straight in and tossed his bag on the floor. He sat next to me on the bed and put a hand on my head.
“You’re gonna catch whatever I have,” I said, but he just shrugged.
His arrival gave me a burst of energy, and at one point he convinced me we should go for a short walk to stretch my legs and get some blood flowing. I was hesitant, but he was insistent, and being with him made me feel less miserable. We wandered through the neighborhood slowly, and after a few blocks we ended up near the movie theater. He nudged me toward the entrance and said it would take my mind off being sick. I figured he was right, so I went along with it.
I stood at the ticket booth, debating whether I could sit through a whole movie, but the idea of just being in the dark with Miles made it sound worth it. Part of me even thought it might be a fun place to mess around in public, and I realized how far gone I was when those thoughts kept creeping in. I was fully leaning into the sexual chaos we’d been living in. I picked a random movie almost at the last second, figuring worst case I’d feel sick again and just crash out in my seat while Miles watched. Either way, it was better than lying in bed alone all night.
By coincidence Joey and Brittany were there, heading to the same movie. They gave us a quick nod and walked off without a word, which was fine by me. I was just grateful I didn’t have to deal with Brittany. A group of guys from school, including Eric, was also there, crowding around the ticket booth. We bought our tickets and slipped into the theater, finding seats a few spots down from Joey and Brittany and right behind Eric’s group. The place was mostly empty. Sitting there surrounded by people we knew while I was still on the upswing from feeling sick all day felt weird, but with Miles next to me leaning in close, cracking little jokes, I felt like I could handle anything.
A few minutes into the movie, I looked over and saw Joey and Brittany making out. I almost laughed, but I just turned back to the screen like nothing was happening. Miles held my hand and started messing with me, joking by pulling it toward his crotch. When I glanced back at Joey and Brittany, my eyes widened.
Joey’s dick was actually out. Brittany was jerking him off, and he had this goofy, glazed look on his face. I poked Miles in the ribs and tilted my head toward them so he could see too. A second later Brittany went down on him, right there in the theater. Joey turned his head mid-blowjob and caught us watching, and instead of being embarrassed he just smirked at us like he wanted us to enjoy the show.
Miles didn’t say a word, but I could tell he was turned on as hell. I think he took it as permission for us to fulfill our public gooner ways, or maybe it was a challenge. He kept poking at my crotch until I was hard, then pulled his fat dick out right there in the dark theater. My heart started racing. His size was impossible to hide, and in every bright flash from the movie I swore someone could see. Brittany and Joey were freaks, sure, but the guys from school were literally two feet away in front of us. My throbbing dick told me that the guys being there only made it hotter. There weren’t any barriers between us and them, and if their attention slipped from the movie for even a second, they would hear the sound of my throat working and know exactly what we were doing.
I went for it anyway.
Before I even got all the way down, Miles had his hand on the back of my neck, pressing me lower onto him. My throat didn’t feel sore anymore, spurred on by adrenaline and sex, the best medicine combination. I just focused on making as little sound as possible, every nerve on fire from how risky it was.
A few minutes into it, I heard some snickering from the row in front of us. My face went red instantly, but I kept my head down and didn’t look up. If they wanted to watch, that only made the twisted rush in my body stronger. Miles noticed too, and without saying a word he tossed a piece of popcorn at them and motioned for them to quiet down. I could see the smirk on his face when they snickered again, but at least they backed off a little. There were still other people scattered around the theater, and we were trying not to push it so far that the whole place caught on. The mix of essentially being caught and still going for it had my stomach twisted in nerves, but it also made me want to keep going even more. Well I guess we are officially out to everyone at school now, I thought as I continued to pull on Miles' large balls and press his cock in and out of my throat. He came inside me with a long exhale. The pulsing stretched my throat, but I was already used to taking it at weird angles thanks to our tight spaced shenanigans at school. When I pulled out, I looked up and saw Eric staring, his jaw slack, agasp. Whether it was Miles' size or my impressive ability to deep throat it, he was in shock. I put Miles' dick away for him, and curled up into him while I tried to figure out what the fuck Tom Cruise was doing in this movie.
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When we all walked out, we mixed in with the other guys and started chatting about random stuff, like the movie and what teachers were pissing us off that week. They acted like they hadn’t seen a thing, which almost made it funnier. My heart was still racing from what had happened, but they played it cool. Eric hung back with me, a few steps behind the others.
Once we were out of earshot he leaned in and asked quietly, “How did you take his dick like that? It’s so big.”
I grinned, feeling it suddenly hard to breathe as we acknowledged the wild escapades, and said, “Practice,” with a wink. He laughed and shook his head, and I could tell he was impressed.
When we got home, Johnny was on the couch with a couple friends, half zoned into whatever they were watching on TV. He gave a quick wave without even looking up. Miles and I slipped past, but my mom was in the kitchen and caught us before we could make it to my room. She looked at me with that mom look and said, “I thought you were sick, honey.” I shrugged and said, “I felt better when Miles came over.”
Miles, being himself, gave her a jocular wave when I mentioned him, like he was trying to charm her. She narrowed her eyes, clearly not buying it. “Uh huh,” she said slowly, “Is he spending the night again?”
“Yeah,” I admitted, trying to keep it casual, then walked toward my room with Miles right behind me, the both of us holding back laughs. The second the door shut, I felt that rush again, like we had just gotten away with something.
When we got into my room, we didn’t even slow down. I pulled him onto the bed and we started pulling off each other's clothes right away. I loved how his dick was always hard. I flipped him over and ate his ass while he groaned and pushed back into my face, and then he flipped me over so he could return the favor. We kept switching, laughing and daring each other to go harder. Our eighteen-year-old hormones took over, and before long we were both sweaty and completely lost in it.
At one point, I was milking his dick downward while I ate him out, one of my favorite positions on him, and he looked back at me to say he wanted to try something new.
"Lay back," he said. A second later he climbed on top of me and sat on my face. The weight of him pressed down heavy, and even though it was hard to breathe, I was lost in the hotness of it immediately. He was groaning and grinding against me, forgetting a few times to let me catch my breath, and I almost passed out from lack of oxygen before he shifted off my face. The fact that he got so lost in it made me even hornier.
He reached into my bedside drawer where I kept baby oil now, lubed himself up quickly and pushed into my ass roughly, making me gasp.
His big cock slid in and out of me as we switched positions again and again, neither of us wanting to stop. Sometimes he was on top of me, pounding into me while I clutched at his shoulders, moaning into his neck, and other times I climbed on top of him, bouncing awkwardly but determined to keep going until my legs gave out. Every time I thought I couldn’t take more, he shifted me around, and we started again. We tried flip fucking, rolling over each other like it was a competition to see who could stay inside longer without cumming.
We both lost that one.
It was loud, sweaty, and nonstop, both of us laughing one second and gasping the next. We didn’t care how clumsy it got. We just wanted to push it further, to keep testing what we could do to each other. The taste of his sweaty balls and ass became the only thing I needed. I wanted him to make me gag. Even after I came I wanted more.
At one point I grabbed my phone and propped it up on the nightstand to record us.
I noticed a text from Johnny: "Keep it down or you're gonna wake up Mom and Dad"
I chuckled, and turned the phone to Miles.
He raised his eyebrows. "The one time I actually don't wanna get caught," he said. We both chuckled.
I hit record on my phone just as Miles stuck it into me from behind, and the thought of watching it later only made us both go harder. We laughed in between groans. It wasn’t about making something polished or hot for anyone else. It was just for us, proof of how insane we were together. I wanted to remember it forever. Before he came again, he said he had another idea.
We snuck quietly through the side door of my house, outside into the backyard. The air was cool, and the grass damp under our feet, but neither of us cared. Miles bent me over the patio chair and slid into me, one hand clamped on my hip to keep me steady, the other groping my ass. Every creak of the chair made my pulse spike, convinced we were about to get caught, but that only made it hotter. Maybe we've gone too far, I thought momentarily, but it was replaced by horny resolve when he bottomed out inside me, and I got to feel the cool night air at the same time. Public sex was like the best of both worlds. The idea that we could be seen from a window or overheard made us both wild. I am even mostly sure that I saw Johnny's window shades jostle at one point.
By the time we stumbled back inside, we were exhausted but still couldn’t stop. It was basically compulsive at this point. Our hormones drove everything. We collapsed into bed, still touching each other's hard dicks, still desperate for one more round. After a whole night, and a partial afternoon of cumming into and onto each other, I lost count of the loads. By the time we finally passed out, our hands on each other's dicks, sweaty and drained, I knew it had to be a record. I felt like my life was perfect, and nothing could fuck it up.
Comments
Jon
That’s an ominous last sentence. I really like these guys and I hope nothing fucks anything up.
memo2dt
Okay, I'm going to ask this, how much is too much? I mean they are doing some kind of sexual activity every single minute with the exception of when they are not together. Them being risky in public places great and I am here for that, but should they be doing it whenever or wherever. The thing with Greg is kind of nice and can add spice to things, but if they are a newly formed couple, how can their relationship survive the ongoing sex acts between the three of them or are they taking Greg's feelings into consideration after he's said he doesn't know anyone gay and wished he had what they had. And while I know this is fantasy and erotic in nature, I still need or want it to be something I could see happening in real life. If the baseball team or Eric saw what they were doing, Britney saw as well, and I find it hard to believe no one took issue with it. Maybe sometime in a far distant time a utopia like this will exist but guys taking showers with each other, when they have other options especially when organized sports teams are involved do not get overlooked. Where is the conflict or struggle? Every story has them in one form or another. There's been no side eyes for parents or siblings nor teasing from classmates or concerned teachers getting involved. I was happy to see them doing things with others from school and if the movie theater was their coming out to everyone, that's one way to do it!
