I write in fits and starts, my longer paid projects receiving top priority during the day so this remains a sleepless night activity. I do have the whole series mapped out: currently with around 7 chapters in all. I appreciate the kindness that I received for the first chapter and hope you continue to enjoy. Again, everyone is above 18 and the characters are male. Thanks, Artie.
The next day, I pulled into the parking lot as the bell announced classes were in session. I was never late to school, my two modes were early or not coming. If you were late, there wasn't a crowd to blend in with and I was all about blending in. I had woken up with plenty of time to spare but I had been waylaid in the shower, too busy trying to relieve the constant agonizing pressure in my dick to leave even close to on time. The spray of the shower and my cool spicy shower gel combined with my hand were serviceable but not what I craved. I only wanted to jerk off if I was on my knees in front of Owen with my lips wrapped around the base of his dick. I wanted my nose against his pubes breathing in the heady scent of man. I wanted my jaw to stretch around his girth and to please him. I wanted his hot cum on my tongue. I wanted him.
I had wanted him yesterday. I had gone home and had to eat dinner with my parents. Of course, I had rubbed one out at school before seeing them as being achingly hard at the dinner table did nothing for me. I doubt they would have noticed if I had been sporting wood. My parents were tragically, woefully self-involved. They were kind and provided a nice stable life with everything we needed and a few luxuries but were not emotionally available to me or to each other. My mother was a beautiful woman with hair like sunshine but she never truly looked happy, even when smiling her face looked strained. She worked as a corporate lawyer for a big real estate firm, she was more than competent but her job carried over into her family life. If she was home for dinners, a manila folder was almost always her center of attention. My father was a math professor, he could point out errors in theory from fifty paces but when it came to noticing something was wrong with his son, he was hopeless.
If one of them ever noticed a bruise or cut from a fight, they were easy to dissuade. I'm sure they thought their son was just the clumsiest man, for all the times I tripped over a root on the cross country course. How would they know that I was surefooted; they had never come to a race.
Despite our lack of communication, I knew that my parents would probably be okay with me being gay. But okay was probably the best I could hope for; I don't know if they had the capacity to be excited or happy for me about anything. They weren't the types to be waiting after school with a glass of milk and a cookie but I preferred that.
Vigilant parents would have noticed five years of abuse, of their son drawing into himself but they also would have noticed the change after Owen had kissed me. Five years of self-flagellation and forcing myself to be miserable was torn asunder. I was exuberant, joyful, and even hopeful. I was flitting around the house, if someone who is 6-2 can flit. My first kiss had been magical, so much better than I could have expected or imagined.
This morning when I had woken up, elation had been mixed with caution. The lustful haze had faded and I realized how dangerous my predicament was. I knew next to nothing about Owen Holt, beyond his orgasmic body and his purported skill at hockey; he was a stranger. But he knew more about me than anyone else, he knew I was gay. I wasn't worried about him telling anyone, what could he say that people didn't already think? Of course he could say I assaulted him and I could get beaten up but for all his insistence that he would deal with my bullies, it didn't seem his style. Then again, I couldn't help feeling just a little slutty at making out with someone I had only met hours before and being fully prepared to have him fuck me. Fully prepared for something that I had no experience in: that was what Owen did to me.
The reckless side of my brain wanted him any way I could get him but the rational side reminded me that I needed to be careful. I was in physical danger all the time from the people that Owen would be most closely associated with. But more than that, my emotions could be in trouble as well, I couldn't risk developing any sort of feelings for him. Fucking was fine, feelings were not.
I walked into English class a few minutes late, drawing attention to myself. Diffidently, I murmured an apology to Ms. Campbell as I made my way to my seat. It's strange that despite not having assigned seats everyone just automatically sits where they were the day before. I felt eyes on me but the scrutiny of others was nothing compared to the hot gaze that tracked me. His ice blue eyes wandered a slow perusal up my body, I was glad that I had an excuse for the blush that stained my cheeks. My eyes met Owen's, his lips pursed in a slight smirk one eye brow raised.
He wore a sky blue t-shirt that molded to his physique, and true blue jeans. His hair was pushed away from his face, the slightest hint of stubble emerging from around his lips. He looked manly, confident—way too perfect.
As I slid into my seat he leaned over his clean spicy scent wafting over me, "Thought maybe I scared you off." He was teasing me, I was elated that he clearly wasn't going to deny what happened yesterday.
"Gonna take a lot more than that." I whispered out the corner of my shy smile.
A low chuckle emanated from his chest, "You want a lot more, come and take it." He stretched kicking his legs in front him, the perfect image of being casual. But the position revealed his crotch to me, he was hard. I swallowed, feeling myself swell in the confines of my jeans.
I couldn't tell you what we discussed in English, my only focus was on the bulge in his jeans. At one point Owen reached down and plumped himself, palming his erection. I nearly came. It was torture, sitting just a foot away from him but not being able to touch him. Not being able to kiss and lick and suck on his dick. Not being able to peel away the layers standing in my way. I vowed that when I got my chance, I would tease him back force him to endure the same agony.
When the bell rang he stuck out his hand, I stopped, what did he expect me to do hold hands with him? He rolled his eyes and demanded, "Phone please." I reached into my back pocket to pull out the late model device. He typed for a few seconds before a beep emanated from his pocket. "I'll text you later Summers," he whispered with a smile just for me, his hand lingering as he handed back my phone.
He stood with little evident care that his bulge stood out obscenely, he probably knew that most of the school would fall to their knees in worship if he gave them any miniscule amount of attention. I couldn't blame them; I was just as enraptured.
I was halfway through my German class, reviewing the difference between the accusative and dative case prepositions when I felt my phone vibrate. Mindful of my austere former Eastern Bloc teacher, I surreptitiously slid my phone out.
Owen: Meet me at the student parking lot. We're going off campus for lunch.
Rolling my eyes at his high-handed assumption that I had no plans, I agreed because his assumption was obviously correct even though the thought rankled. I had been waiting for five years for the opportunity to go off campus for lunch, a privilege only extended to the seniors. While my classmates I'm sure had been anticipating being able to eat food worth serving, I had been waiting for a chance to get away from the assholes. Now, I had a whole new reason to be excited.
When the lunch bell tolled, I began my stealth mission. Now I wasn't quite wearing a Gilly suit but I was damn near invisible I was so inconspicuous. I waited in the classroom until I was the last to leave, the crowds were thinning as I slipped through the halls. The student parking lot had been the site of many ass kickings over the years. I didn't want to be seen wandering around the parking lot searching for Owen's car, my usual frenetic sprint to my car wouldn't work and I also really didn't want to be seen getting into Owen's car.
Soft squeals were emitted from tires as cars pealed away from the school, my peers driving recklessly in a fit of joy and desperation. Keeping my head down, I glanced around the lot trying to find Owen. I was debating pulling out my phone and calling him when I heard my name. Glancing around, I found him. In the corner of the lot propped against a black SUV, he looked completely at ease, so at odds from my own precise tactics to get out to the parking lot. He had thrown on a pair of sunglasses, I suppressed a sigh because he had definitely not needed to look cooler—or hotter depending on my perspective.
I crossed the lot to his car, glancing furtively around making sure there were no prying eyes around. Owen's eyes remained on me, humor caused his lips to curl into a bright smile, "Have you finished your perimeter sweep?"
Ugh, he was making fun of me for making sure we were alone? He really did have no idea the danger I was in, that he was in by proxy. I opened my mouth to retort but his lips stopped mine. For a moment, I panicked. We were in the middle of campus, anyone could walk by at any time and then I realized what a good reason to have my ass kicked.
