AUTHOR'S NOTE: All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.
Joey hurried down the locker-lined school corridor. A few students began to drift out of rooms and he took a glance at many faces, though he knew he couldn't miss who he was looking for. Even now students would walk straight at him and it was up to Joey, with a skinny and fragile body, that needed to move to make way for them. His dark hair fell straight to his shoulders, contrasting with his pale white skin that was so sensitive that with the coming summer he would need to be careful how much time he spent in the sun.
"Hey Joey!" Nick had spotted him first, and called out. Joey quickly made his way over to Nick, six-foot-three, broad shouldered with curly brown hair that hung a little scraggly over his eyes and ears.
"Hey there Nick," Joey said, "you ready?"
"Yeah, what have you got there, just the stuff you need?"
"Yup."
"Alright, let's go."
They were outside, in the far reaches of the parking lot, before the bell sounded to end the class period. Their high school was a new building, on the edge of a new suburban development. In one direction there were houses and malls, but in the opposite there was land that hadn't been farmed for years, but wasn't yet the site of new construction, though here and there the billboards of developers stood among the overgrown grass and bushes.
Nick and Joey walked through these fields now, up and over a small hill so that though there were some shouts and car horns still coming from their school, it was no longer in sight.
"So," Joey began, "Mrs. Fields let you out early, huh?"
"Yeah, yeah. At the end of class she gives us little trivia questions, and she lets out early whoever gets it right. Just general stuff, but you know how dumb most of that class is."
"Uh-huh...so, what'd you do in history today? Sometimes I think it's the optional I should have taken."
"Today?" Nick broke out into a grin. "Jesus fuck, Mrs. Fields was wearing this knit skirt that hugged her ass so sweet..." he made a cupping gesture with his hands, "Man, I thought my cock was going to bust out of my pants." He reached down to adjust his crotch in front. Both of them wore the school uniform; grey slacks and white dress shirts. It was a warm day in late spring and as the sun shone down both boys began to sweat a bit as they trekked through the overgrown lots.
Nick grimaced and pushed his pants down at the waist, trying again to get more comfortable. "Fuck, do they design these pants specifically so that your cock is rubbing and straining no matter what? That's gonna be my goddamn memory of high school--my hard cock pushing against my fucking pants. Thank God I get some relief here for an hour. God, I'd have to take out my cock in the fucking cafeteria, I would."
Joey smirked, and then said in a voice much softer than Nick's ranting, "So, um, actually about getting out of school, and next fall, have you thought about...um...what I asked?"
"You mean...?"
"Sharing a room, yeah," Joey said. "We're going to the same place, probably housed in the same building anyway...and...well, you know..."
"I'm still thinking about it." Nick replied with an end-of-discussion tone.
A small frown washed across Joey's face, which he quickly shook off.
They squeezed through some bushes, which turned into a stand of trees bordering the path of a creek. Standing at the side of the slowly-trickling water this was a cool and heavily-shaded sanctuary; a few feet below the level of the fields, surrounded by big old trees and thick green bushes, they soaked in the sounds and smells of nature. They were a distance from the school that most of the suburb-living population wouldn't even think of walking. Nick and Joey both settled against the trunk of a large tree, and Joey reached into his bag.
"Here's a magazine I thought you'd like," Joey said, "It's got uh...curvy girls with big tits and asses...and uh...lingerie...and lots of anal."
"Oh yeah!" Nick grabbed it enthusiastically and started flipping through the pages. Joey crawled over between Nick's legs and rubbed the bulge of his crotch. Nick went on reading.
Joey eagerly opened up Nick's pants and pulled them down over his hips. Nick's cock bounced out, half-hard and pulsing, growing harder as it was now free to bounce up and strain at the sky, throbbing. A little pre-cum ran out of the tip. Nick looked down, somewhat uncomfortable with the sight, and spread out the magazine over his raised thighs so that it blocked the view of his cock and Joey's hungry eyes.
"Oh yes!" Joey almost groaned. "I've been thinking about your cock all morning!" He brought his head to Nick's cock, wrapping the lips around the tip and pushing his head down, taking his friend's cock into his mouth.
"Ungh, yeah!" Nick groaned. "Oh yeah...um...um...fuck, I bet one of these girls would suck my cock just like this." Nick's eyesight was blurring from pleasure, he was having trouble focusing on the pictures in the magazine. He felt Joey giving him a frantic blowjob, sucking hard and wet, flicking his tongue madly, with one hand stroking the shaft of his cock along the base, the other fondling his ballsack. "Fuck...thanks for getting me off, I needed this."
Joey paused and lifted his head off the cock. Saliva hung off his lips. "Don't worry...I told you, I'm your slut, whenever, wherever." He dropped his head back to Nick's cock, circled the head with his tongue, pushed the tip of his tongue into Nick's piss-slit. "I fucking love your cock. Do you want me to wear lipstick? Tomorrow. Glossy red lipstick. And I'll suck off here again. Twice."
Nick threw away the magazine, and looked down straight at Joey. "Yeah," Nick huffed. "But right now, I need to bust a nut!"
He grabbed Joey by the hair and pulled Joey's head back onto his cock. Both of Nick's hands grabbed a handful of hair and began pumping Joey's head on his cock. Joey offered little resistance, placing his hands on Nick's thighs, using his mouth to give Nick as much pleasure as possible.
Nick skullfucked Joey, gritting his teeth, breathing hard, growling: "Fuck-fuck-fuck...yeah, suck it...ungh, fag-boy...little substitute girlfriend...some stress-fuckin'-relief...ungh, I'm gonna flood your sick faggot mouth...take it like a girl, yeah, you're a little petite girl from class and I'm out fucking your mouth...unh...Ungh!....UNGH!"
Nick held back the pleasure as long as he could, but the critical moment the tingling got too much and his climax broke open. Right at that moment he shoved Joey's head down roughly, and looked down to see his cock jammed into his friend's full mouth, Joey's red face, his mouth dripping with spit, and his eyes, his wide, expressive, accepting eyes looking straight at Nick in total obsession. Those eyes that for so long belonged to the childhood friend, the one that played basketball and went on bike rides with him, the one that he first talked to girls about, and the one that got into a discussion with him about the stress-reducing benefits of sexual release, which turned into a lunch hour masturbation ritual that had slowly turned into much more. And those eyes were now asking to flood that warm wet mouth with all of his hot sticky cream.
