Here is chapter 2 of Woodbridge Academy! Thank you for all the support from the first segment, hopefully you like this as well
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The morning after my new adventure with Matt Humphrey, I was in a complete daze. I woke up an hour before my alarm went off, and spent the next 60 minutes staring at the ceiling wondering what at the hell I was going to do. I had certainly enjoyed my night with Matt, but I have a feeling he is not going to want just some casual hook up. He had said he had a thing for me for years. It was doubtful that he would want to just hook up now that he had been successful with me. I shook my head at how conceited I sounded, even within my own mind. He was a local star, if anything, I was the lucky one. And I had been. Memories of his mouth wrapped around my cock flooded my mind and all the blood in my body instantly flooded south. Here was no denying that it had been the best feeling I had ever experienced in my 18 years, certainly better than anything with my ex. It still amazed me that one little blowjob could make me question everything I had ever thought about myself.
"Dude, what has you spinning out over there?" Josh's sleepy voice asked me from across the room. When I glanced over, he was sitting up in his bed, rubbing his eyes before putting on his glasses.
"Nothing." I answered. "Just thinking."
"Where'd you go last night? I waited up for a while, but you never came back by 11 so I went to bed."
"No worries. I just figured I'd stay out of your hair for a while so you could enjoy your time with your mystery man."
"Yeah. About that. You might not have to worry about that anymore." He told me as he stood and stretched.
"What do you mean?"
He shrugged and gave me a small grin. "I'm pretty sure we ended things last night. I told him I wanted you to know about him so I didn't have to keep kicking you out, and he got mad. It was the same routine we always go through, and I'm beginning to wonder if he's coming back this time. Normally when we have this argument, he always texts me to say that he's sorry by the time he gets back to his room, but this time, there was nothing but radio silence. But whatever."
"I'm sorry, Josh. It's his loss. Really. You deserve someone who can appreciate you."
He grinned. "Well, someone who appreciates me for more than my mouth and ass."
Normally, when Josh said things like this to me, it was my cue to leave or change the subject. This time, I felt a blush creep over my face as I processed what he was saying. Was that what Matt saw me as too? A piece of ass for his own pleasure when he wanted it? I had caved pretty easily last night. He was probably giddy over the fact that it took him less than an hour to get in my pants. I was more than a little embarrassed to say that the fresh reminder made my already semi-hard dick firm up to a painfully hard level. The image of Matt looking up at me as he worshipped my dick popped into my mind before I could stop it.
"What's wrong?" Josh asked, tilting his head as he stared at me.
"Nothing." I muttered as I rolled back onto my side to avoid his gaze. And the likelihood that he would spot my raging boner.
"Whatever." He chuckled. "I'm going to shower."
As soon as Josh left the room and went to the communal bathroom, I rolled back onto my back. Hearing him talk about what happened with his guy made me worry. Would Matt want to come out? Would I have to? Do I even care about that stuff? Not really. Love is love if you ask me. Not that I think Matt loves me or anything, but he was definitely into it. Either way, it was something that warranted a conversation. If he didn't pretend I ceased to exist, that is.
I could hear Josh singing in the shower through the wall, not a care in the world. It always amazed me that he could be so calm and relaxed, even in rough situations. He was just an overall nice guy. Kind of like Matt. He put himself out there, and once we got over the initial awkwardness of the experience, I learned he was actually a really nice guy. I had always imagined him to be a cocky son of a bitch, but he was funny, down to earth, and caring. Not exactly traits I had pictured him to have. He always seemed to be the typical, perfect high school guy. The Freddie Prince Jr of our class. He had it all, from the looks, to the brains, to the athleticism. God only knows what he saw in me. Sure, I swam, and was damn good at it, and I was pretty smart, but he was the king of the school. He could have anyone he wanted. Why would he settle on someone who flies under the radar like I do?
I hadn't even realized that my hand had crept into my boxers until I was gently palming my cock. I was achingly hard from earlier, and now that I was playing with myself, the need to relieve the tension was even greater. Rubbing my palm over my tip that had already begun to weep. I knew I didn't have much time, limited to however long Josh was in the shower, but I had to do something about this. Closing my eyes, I moved my hand, wet with my own juices, and began to pump up and down. I let myself imagine it was Matt sliding his hand over me, rubbing his rough palm over my shaft, teasing the tip as he went. Once again, the mental image of Matt laying between my legs filled my mind and I let out a strangled moan as I relished in the feeling of flesh on flesh. I began to work my hand faster, feeling my balls tense up in that familiar ache that every guy loved so much. The image of Matt swallowing my cum was my undoing, and I erupted all over my hand with a groan.
There was no denying it now. I was hot for Matt Humphrey.
I I had already cleaned myself up and tossed my shirt in our laundry hamper without a second thought when Josh came back into the room, towel wrapped around his waist. "You'd better hurry up, Jay. You only have 20 minutes to breakfast."
Quick glance at the clock confirmed what he had told me, so I grabbed my towel and headed to the shower myself, scrubbing off any traces of my self love before I washed my hair and headed out. Josh was already dressed, so I quickly pulled on my school uniform and headed out with him. There was already quite a bit of life o the campus, even so early in the morning. Classes didn't start until 9 for us, but there was a breakfast that started at 8 if you wanted it. Some people kept food in their rooms, but I liked to go and get a variety, and it gave me a chance to catch up on work. Speaking of which, I still have to finish that chapter before Irish lit second period.
I had just settled down with a tray and my book when Josh plopped next to me, slamming his tray in the process and huffing as he opened his orange juice. When I looked up, I saw that his face was all red. He looked pissed. "What's wrong?" I dared to ask.
He shook his head and focused on his cereal, stabbing at the bowl as if they offended him. When a bit of milk splashed onto his blazer, he tossed his spoon to the table. "Fuck!" He wiped at his blazer angrily, so roughly I swore he was going to put a hole in it. "Nothing." He told me. "It's just...well, some guys are just assholes."
"Did someone say something to you?" I asked him, glancing over at the buffet line. No one seemed to be looking our way. I had been so engrossed in my reading that I hadn't noticed Josh talking to anyone. If someone had been messing with him, I would have put an end to it immediately. I have zero tolerance for bullying, especially in such a small setting like our school. "Josh, seriously. What happened?"
