Billy felt self-conscious walking into school today after yesterday's craziness with Paul and Mr. Stretch, not to mention the things happening at home. He felt vulnerable and hyper aware of the people around him. He sat in the usual spot in homeroom and watched his classmates filing in, some alone, others with friends. Feeling this way, it felt like everyone was so sure of themselves and where they belonged in the hierarchy of high school. Billy struggled since being estranged from his old friends and now seemingly repulsive to new friends. He used to take his inner struggles out on others but now reserves that defense mechanism for all his former closest group of friends. Even still, this week he's felt disarmed and unable to protect himself, leaving Billy frustrated and edgy.
Paul walked in with his girlfriend, glanced at Billy and winked as he went to sit in his usual seat. Slumping in his seat, Billy tried to push away the thoughts that threatened to derail his focus. He glanced at Chris, who was chatting animatedly across the room with Adam and Paul. For some reason, Chris always seemed to know where to fit in, his day ran like a well-oiled machine connecting him with just the right mix of classmates. Billy envied how effortless it seemed for him to blend into the fabric of high school life, while he felt like an outsider trying to thread his way in with fraying seams.
He looked back at Adam, Joey's brother, and noticed some recent changes he must have missed. Adam was wearing a tight form fitting shirt with tapered jeans that showed off his effeminate body. He looked like he was wearing makeup with his hair pulled back. He thought he could make out a bumps on his chest, like A-cup titties but the part of his body that really stood out was his wide hips, round ass and slim waist. Adam was giving off the trans or femboy vibe that was popular nowadays.
The bell rang and Billy stood quickly to head to Social Studies with Mrs. Ringer, which he attended with Joey. Sitting down he opened his notebook and doodled while waiting for class to start. Less than a minute later, Joey walked in and sat his bag down. Often, Billy would harass Joey by spitting on his seat or putting chalk dust all over his desk, but today he was trying to be off the radar. Billy saw him fiddling around in his pockets out of the corner of his eye and turned enough to see what he was doing. Whatever he was getting from his pocket pulled his shorts tight, revealing what could only be a tube sock stuffed down his leg. It was as thick and long as those you see in big dick porn. Despite the fake dick, Billy could smell the male scent coming from Joey, like he had from Paul and his brother. He kept watching the fake swollen member imagining what he could do if it were real. Would he jerk him off or suck on the head and eat his cum like he had done with Jake? Joey was fiddling with his wallet now leaving the unobstructed view of his fake dick pressing against his shorts. Billy glanced around to be sure nobody else noticed that Joey was presenting a large, fake dildo inches from his face, although covered. He saw the ridge from the head of it pressed against his shorts and thought of how he wrapped his lips around Jake's this morning. Returning the wallet to his pocket, Joey adjusted the dildo openly and then sat down. Billy was almost embarrassed for Joey with the obvious immature demonstration he was parading around. It was only a matter of time before someone called him out and the whole school would make fun of him.
Shrugging it off, Billy returned to doodling as class started and Mrs. Ringer opened where they finished last week. In an odd twist of coincidence, she talked about how members of the LGBTQ community experienced life in these different countries. In some cases, they were arrested or worse, killed. He thought about the trans and gay population at his school and how comfortable they were here in the US, Canada and other free countries. He thought about Adam feeling comfortable enough to dress the way he did today and how he wore makeup. He thought about his own behavior yesterday and this morning and found himself almost fearful of whatever was happening with him.
Clearing his head he went back to taking notes and noticed some of his doodles which often involved stickmen were sexual in nature. He hadn't realized he had made obviously gay stickmen drawings. There were various pairs of male stickmen giving blow jobs and getting fucked on all fours. He often drew stickmen having sex, but it was always male and female. He usually gives the girls huge jugs on purpose and sometimes had them sucking huge dongs from the boy figures.
Looking up, he saw Joey had turned and was looking at his drawings of gay sex, immediately making him flushed and embarrassed. In an attempt to save his dignity, he spelled Joey's name above one of the figures and drew a line leading to the one getting fucked on all fours, then smirked at Joey. Joey smiled at the new game and reached back to write Billy's name on the stickman giving a blowjob on his knees, before returning to his own notes.
Annoyed Billy turned to a fresh page and drew a large drawing of the same pair fucking on all four and wrote 'Joey the Faggot' underneath pointing to one getting railed. He folded it up and waited for the teacher to face away, then quickly dropped it over Joey's shoulder on his lap. He watched as Joey opened the paper discreetly, then appeared to laugh a bit quietly. He began drawing his own picture on the same paper before folding it up and dropping it over his shoulder on Billy's desk. Billy opened it discretely and saw another picture with a stickman on his knees with his mouth open and another figure standing back and holding his cum spewing dick. The figure on his knees labeled with 'Billy's cumslut mouth' and the large dick figure labeled with 'Joey's foot long dick'.
Billy crumbled the paper as if to hide it from prying eyes and thought despite the fake dick picture, the other figure was not untrue. Feeling flushed now, he drew a new picture of a stickman with a small nub for a dick and a sad face, then wrote 'You wish, needle dick!'. He folded and delivered it as before and saw Joey go through the same sequence of drawing his own picture and delivering it back to Billy. This time Billy found a drawing of a very big, dicked stick figure fucking another male stick figure. Each labeled 'Joey's foot long hot dog' and 'Billy the buttslut' respectively. Below the picture was a message reading, 'Don't believe me? Text me and I'll show you'; Joey's cell written below the message. Frustrated with the impasse, Billy folded the paper and put it away after saving Joey's cell number in his phone. He wanted Joey to just admit he is walking around with an extra-large dildo in his shorts. I mean there is no way the thing was real Billy thought to himself.
He refocused on schoolwork for the remainder of class and watched again as Joey stood to go to his next class clearly making a point to put his dildo on display for Billy. He watched waiting for the moment it would fall from his pants creating a spectacle, but it didn't happen. Instead, he watched Joey leave the room with his dildo swinging freely in his shorts. He reached for his phone and texted Joey, 'Prove it, needle dick!'. Less than a minute later he got a reply with a picture from below Joey's dildo looking up that read, 'Your view from my cock'. Feeling exposed and embarrassed he tried turning it back on Joey quickly texting, 'Faggot! You like boys sucking your dick!', before realizing the implied message that Billy would be sucking Joey's cock in that picture.
"Damn it," he cursed to himself as he got a reply from Joey saying, 'Can't help it if everyone wants my cock.'. Billy burned with shame as he felt like Joey was exposing him and his recent sexual acts. He packed up and left for Art class in a fit of frustration, deciding to confront Joey after lunch in History class. He had enough to worry about attending the next two classes with Paul.
Calming down by the time he entered Art class; Billy made his way to one of the group craft tables. Today the tables were set up with small table-top easels with sketching tools and chalk. On the screen up front was a display of a large oval shape sketched out like someone was preparing to draw a face. As expected, Paul entered and being sans girlfriend chose to sit next to Billy with a cheerful greeting.
"Sup, Dude," he asked as he sat his bag down under the table.
Trying not to look directly at him, Billy replied curtly, "Sup."
"Phew, thanks again for yesterday, Man," he said privately as he leaned closer to Billy. "That was awesome of you. 'da fucker woke right up when I saw you this morning and it's been raging ever since," Paul continued discreetly pointing to the bulge in his pants. "Usually that only happens for my girl, but for some reason it happens with you too, now."
"Sorry," was all Billy could think to say in response feeling flush and warm again.
"No need to be sorry, Man," Paul replied. "But I'd love it if you did it again sometime."
Billy just smiled, ashamed of the request for another hand job and tried to get ready to work on the assignment. Mrs. Bauer was a sweet old woman who treated all the students like they were her own grandchildren. She started explaining how to properly sketch a face and described all the guidelines before having each student begin. Ten minutes into class, Billy was feeling flush and lightheaded as if he was going to pass out. He asked to be excused to the restroom and went to collect himself.
