Christmas was a great day. After making love, Kurt showered me with gifts, replacing all the electronics my father refused to let me take with me, and surprised me with a replica dildo of his ten inch cock. Now I could have his dick inside me whenever I wanted it, especially when he was too tired to even think about sex. I didn't know how he found the time to shop, much less make a silicone replica of his wang, but I suspected Bobby had something to do with it.
Returning to school, I continued my quest to make a friend of Max. I realized he might not eat lunch because he was too poor to afford it, given the state of the trailer I saw him sitting in front of, along with his own wiry frame, so, with Kurt's encouragement, I packed two sandwiches in my sack lunch and anxiously waited for the lunch bell to ring.
I saw him sitting alone at one of the picnic tables and approached him. My hands were sweaty, and I had so many butterflies in my stomach that I wasn't sure I'd be able to eat myself. He looked up at me with a scowl when I stood too long in front of him.
Up close, I could see just how handsome he was. His hair was so black it highlighted blue in the sun, which was in stark contrast to his pale complexion of milky white skin. He had soulful eyes of deep brown with flecks of hazel around the iris, and pert cupid's bow lips. I automatically wondered what they would look like wrapped around my cock.
"Need something?" he asked in a voice like a cello with an attitude.
"What comic are you reading?" I asked, feeling a little lightheaded, probably from all the blood rushing to my head because my heart was beating so fast.
"Avengers."
"You always read Marvel? I'm a DC man, myself."
"Good for you."
I sat down across the table from him.
"I like Spiderman, but mostly the movies," I ventured, unpacking my lunch and placing a sandwich in front of him, "Of course all the Marvel movies are great. I just never got into the comics."
"What are you doing?" he asked me, "And what is this?" He held up the sandwich.
"I'm making a friend," I smiled at him, "Which is weird because I'm the new guy, and you'd think everyone would be fighting to get to know me. Not in this place. And that is a sandwich. It's made of beef roast I cooked yesterday. I noticed you don't eat lunch, and you really should. That sugar rush you got from that bowl of cereal this morning is long gone, and you need the energy to focus on your studies."
Max considered the sandwich while I unpacked a bag of chips and handed him one of the colas I purchased from the vending machine in the cafeteria.
"I like Batman," he told me, unwrapping the sandwich, "The movies, I mean."
We spent the rest of the lunch period talking about comics and movies, then parted ways for our next class.
The following day, I noticed Max walking away from the cafeteria, and I followed, our lunch in hand. It wasn't unusual for him to disappear on some days, and I wanted to know what he was doing. It was probably none of my business, but I just had to know.
When I realized he was heading for the football field, I hung back a bit. It was a wide-open space, and I didn't want to be caught spying on him. Afterall, we had only broken the ice on our friendship.
After I made it to the field, I scanned the bleachers, but saw no one. He had eluded me somehow. Giving up, I headed back, only glancing behind the bleachers as I passed because I caught something out the corner of my eye. It was Max, and he wasn't alone.
The other guy, who I recognized from Phys Ed as Seth Waters, was standing behind him, and it took me a moment to realize Seth was fucking Max. I partially hid behind the concession stand and watch Seth piledrive his cock into Max's ass. I noticed Max turn his head in my direction, then raised his torso a little to see who was watching them, only to have Seth push him back down. I couldn't stop myself from growing hard as Seth used Max like a sex toy.
With a final thrust, Seth came inside Max, bending over a little from the force of his orgasm. Then he pulled out, tucked his cock back into his pants and slapped Max on the ass before walking away in the opposite direction. Max remained where he was, his naked ass waiting.
Nervously, I approached, hearing the gravel crunch loudly beneath my feet. When I reached Max, who never took his eyes off me, I touched his asshole, slick with Seth's cum. Unfastening my pants, I released my hard cock and pressed into him, filling his tight hole completely. He moaned and I began fucking him. Not the way Seth fucked him, but with some gentleness, some passion. I pulled him up to kiss him, never losing a stroke as we exchanged tongues. I held him to me, ran my hands under his shirt and played with his tiny nipples. I grabbed his cock and stroked him while I banged his willing ass. He shot his load and I kept fucking him, increasing my rhythm as he moaned, then shot my load into him. When I was done, I pulled out and he pulled up his pants, spinning around to catch a look at my dick.
"That's some dick you have," he smiled at me.
"I've seen bigger," I shrugged.
We climbed the bleachers to eat our lunch. I sat down, straddling the bleacher, and unpacked our lunch.
