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Still taking control, Adam pulled me off his dick, lifted my head to

his and kissed me hard, tongue probing deeply into my mouth. “Mmm,”

he moaned, eyes pressed closed. “Weird.”

“What’s that,” I said, breathless.

“I can taste myself.” His eyes snapped open, and he grinned at me.

“Now suck that dick, fairy boy.”

So I did. Adam’s moans grew louder and louder. As I went along,

they began to be interspersed with more gasps, and cries of “Fuck, Dylan,

Yes!” I would have smiled to hear him call my name with such pleasure,

but my mouth was a bit busy. I could feel it as Adam approached climax.

His hips thrust with barely contained intensity, grunting with every

movement. Then he came, waves of hot cum hitting the back of my throat.

Slowly, with great relish, I lapped his cock clean as it grew soft in my

mouth, spent.

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Adam looked down at me through heavy lidded eyes. He had sunk

fully into the couch, breathing heavily. “That was fucking the best,” he

said. “Yeah?” I sat next to him.

“Oh fuck yes.” He kissed me again, his energy returning as he went.

He grabbed my cock and started stroking it. After a minute, he broke off

the kiss and looked down at his hand, pumping my dick. He licked his

lips, and I shuddered slightly in anticipation. I lay back on the couch,

propped my head in my hands to watch him.

Slowly, with great deliberation, he lowered his head to my dick. He

licked his lips once again, and looked up at me with a strange mix of

hunger and hesitation. As our eyes locked, he licked the head of my cock,

then paused. He looked thoughtful, like he was examining the taste,

deciding whether it was appealing. I was about to speak, tell him he didn’t

have to suck me if he didn’t want to, if he wasn’t ready, but before I could

open my mouth, he dove on my cock, sucking it all the way to the base.

He gagged, of course, but that didn’t abate his enthusiasm in the

slightest. He sucked my dick like a man in the desert given an ICEE. My

eyes practically rolled up into the back of my head with pleasure. After all

that had happened, the erotic wrestling, sucking Adam for the first time

and tasting his cum, it didn’t take long for me to reach my bursting point.

“I’m going to cum,” I moaned. My cock came out of Adam’s mouth

with an audible pop, and with two quick strokes of his hand, he had me

cumming rivulets of hot, sticky white all over my abdomen and chest. I

lay there, panting, spent, but Adam wasn’t quite done. Very tentatively, he

dipped the tip of his tongue in the cum pooling on my navel. He made a

face and looked up at me.

“Don’t like it?” I asked with a laugh.

“I dunno, dude. It’s weird.” He dipped a finger in it, and shoved it in

my face. “You try.”

I licked his fingers, laughing at the surprised look on his face. “I feel

like I just recycled.”

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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“…AND THE rest of the weekend continued pretty much like that.” It was

Monday, my first day back from my suspension, and I was sitting at the

lunch table with Kai and Mel.

Mel was overjoyed to hear about Adam and me. I think it tickled her

inner romantic—forbidden love, stolen moments, all that nonsense. Kai,

on the other hand, seemed the complete opposite of pleased.

“Gross,” he said with a scowl the instant I had finished my story.

“I didn’t hear you complaining when
you
were the one getting blown

all weekend,” Mel snarked.

“HEYO!” Mel and I shouted in unison, high-fiving over the table.

Kai stared at Mel flatly. “I really don’t appreciate this whole….”

“Yeah, well,” Mel interrupted, “I don’t appreciate you cutting me

out of your life for the better part of two months.”

“HEYO!” This time I was alone in shouting. I held my hand out for

a high five that never came. Mel arched an eyebrow at me. “Oh. Yeah.

Right. That was me too.”

Across the lunchroom, I saw Adam arrive, surrounded by a group of

other football players. They got in the lunch line, chatting and laughing in

a little clump. Adam distanced himself slightly from the group, looked my

way, and gave a smile and a discreet little wave. I waved back, which

made Adam turn nervously to his friends to see if they noticed. He didn’t

look back my way.

“You’re okay with that?” Kai said. He nodded in the direction of

Adam. He must have seen our interaction.

“For now,” I replied, “yes. I know how scary coming out can be. I’m

not going to pressure him.”

“Right,” Kai said, skeptically. “Well, it seems to me that if he really

cared about you, he wouldn’t try so hard to keep everyone from finding

out.” “You’re one to talk,” Mel said.

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“What is that supposed to mean?” Kai snapped back at her. Those

two had been at each other’s throats all day. It made me wonder what was

going on with them.

“You tried just as hard to keep everyone from knowing you and

Dylan were fooling around.”

“That was different.”

“Oh yeah? How.”

“I wasn’t ashamed to be seen with the only openly gay kid in

school.”

I finally broke in, stopping their bickering. “When you’ve spent your

whole life living in fear of people rejecting you if they found out the truth, then you can tell me what you think Adam should and should not do. Until

then, why don’t you let me decide what I’m fine with, okay?”

I couldn’t help but snap at Kai there, at the end. Truth was, what he

had said struck a note of truth in me—a small sliver of doubt I’d been

trying my best to ignore. I was angry at Kai for making me realize it. He

looked at me apologetically.

Mel expertly changed the subject, but our lunch never quite got back

to normal. The shadow of this unresolved argument hung over us for the

rest of the period.

OAK LAKE High, after school was out, was split into two major areas.

There was the side with the auditorium and the side with the gym. On

the one side, the kids who were passionate about the arts hung out. The

drama kids rehearsed there, the music kids played in small groups in

the practice rooms, the art teacher always stayed late to give kids

access to the paint and clay so they could finish their projects. The

other side was the haunt of the football players and cheerleaders, the

soccer girls and wrestlers. The two sides rarely intermingled. In

between was this abandoned rift of empty classrooms, where no one

willingly spent any time after the bell had rung. But today, for the first

time, I was going to cross this no-man’s-land, betray the auditorium

side for the gym side. I had my misgivings. Especially because I wasn’t

supposed to be seen.

I hung out at the threshold of the gym hallway, sat cross-legged with

a textbook open on my knees, watching jock after jock leave the locker

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room from the corner of my eye, waiting for Adam. I was growing

impatient. Nearly everyone from the football team had already passed me.

A few had looked at me askance, but most hadn’t even noticed.

“That’s what I was telling Coach,” I heard Adam’s voice coming

from down the hall, not in the direction of the locker rooms but the other

way, from the cafeteria. He and James P. Hogan were walking toward me,

carrying sodas. They must have made a detour to the vending machines.

“But he….” Adam’s voice trailed off when he saw me sitting there. I

quickly stood up.

“Well,” James said after half a second of awkward silence, “I’m

going to hit the showers.” They were still wearing their football uniforms

and all the pads. “Hey Dylan, glad you’re back.”

Adam stayed silent until James disappeared into the locker room. He

moved half a step closer, looking like he wanted to come in for a kiss, but

stayed back. Instead, he held out one of the sodas he was carrying toward

me. “Hi,” he said lamely.

“You got me a grape soda? That’s my favorite. Thanks. How’d you

know?”

He smiled shyly at me and shrugged. “It’s the only thing I’ve ever

seen you drink.”

“Well, now I just feel predictable.” Adam gave a soft laugh, reached

out and gave my hand a quick, affectionate squeeze, looking around to

make sure no one could see us. “I didn’t know where we were supposed to

meet, so I’ve been hanging out here. That’s cool, right?”

“Yeah. I figured you might, so I hung back after practice. Couldn’t

quite shake James, though.” He looked down at all his football gear. “I

should get changed.” He started walking toward the locker room, but

stopped when he realized I was following. “What are you doing?”

“Coming with.” Adam looked at me uncomfortably, like he wanted

to protest but couldn’t find the words. “What? No one has come in or out

of there for like fifteen minutes. It’s probably empty. Besides, I’m a man. I can go in the men’s locker room if I want.” Adam still looked like he

wanted to protest. “Unless you’re ashamed to be seen with me….”

“Of course not!”
Take that, Kai.
Adam sighed. “Fine. Just don’t….”

He stopped abruptly, thinking better of whatever he had been about to say.

He turned on his heel and walked in.

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“Yeah, you better not finish that sentence,” I said as I followed him

in. The men’s locker room was empty, like I had predicted. I could

hear James P. Hogan moving somewhere back there, but he was behind a

couple of banks of lockers. But other than that, we were completely

alone. That didn’t stop Adam from peering around the corners of the

lockers to make sure. I huffed a little in frustration, but didn’t say

anything. Instead, I settled onto one of the benches to watch Adam

change. I wasn’t going to argue with a free show.

“Are you coming to the game on Friday?” Adam asked, changing

hurriedly, without a hint of the sexy-stripping atmosphere I had hoped for.

“Those are still happening? It’s supercold out.”

“It’s the last game of the season. So will you come?”

I smiled. He couldn’t quite keep the excitement out of his voice, as

hard as he tried to sound nonchalant. “Sure. I’d love to see you play.” I

reached out and pinched his bare ass before Adam could pull his boxers

on. He leapt a foot into the air, then turned on me. “Don’t do that,”

Adam whispered fiercely. “Not here.” He stepped into his pants and pulled

them up hurriedly. “Let’s go.”

Maybe it was what Kai said that afternoon that had gotten to me, or

maybe it was simply a desire to make Adam squirm, but seeing him so

uncomfortable at having me around the locker room drove me straight to

sarcasm.

“Go now? What, with al these hot guys disrobing around me?” Adam

rolled his eyes at me, but I could see a hint of a smile. I made an exaggerated show of looking around. “How could I possibly tear myself away from al

this delicious eye candy?” Just then, James P. Hogan came into sight around

the lockers, towel wrapped around his waist, heading toward the shower.

Right before he stepped out of sight, the towel dropped and I was graced with the sight of a small sliver of that perfect ass disappearing around the corner.

“Hold that thought,” I said, taking an involuntary step forward.

Adam grabbed me and pulled me back. I hadn’t realized I had moved

until I felt his hand on my arm. “Ha-ha,” he said. “Very funny. Can we go?”

“Two minutes. Al I need.” I hadn’t even turned away from where

James P. Hogan had disappeared a moment ago. I felt drawn, like I was a

piece of iron and James’s naked body a particularly powerful electromagnet.

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As I pulled away, Adam’s grip slid down my arm until he was holding

my hand. He pulled me around to face him. “Dylan, quit playing around.

Let’s go.” He grabbed my other hand. “Please?”

I looked down at our hands. Adam had interlaced our fingers, a very

intimate gesture, and very public. And to his credit, for once he wasn’t

looking around to make sure no one could see.

I relented. “You’re just greedy. You want to save all the naked James

for yourself.”

Adam chuckled. “That’s exactly what it is.”

“Alright, fine. Let’s go.” I expected Adam to drop my hands then, but

he didn’t right away. However, before we left the locker room, he did let go, which was probably for the best. Three of Adam’s friends were right outside.

Adam’s face paled when he almost ran directly into Will Davis, his

most homophobic friend. “The fuck you doing with that faggot, Anderson?”

Wil demanded. Behind him, Alec reddened slightly in embarrassment and

avoided my eyes. Dan went so far as to spread his hands and look at me

apologetical y. Alec and Dan were nice guys at heart, even if they did suffer from keeping the worst company Oak Lake had to offer. Dan and I had even

almost been friends back in middle school when his brother was dating my

sister. “You playing for the other team, now? I think I speak for everyone

when I say we don’t want anyone on
that
team on
our
team, know what I’m saying?” He looked back at Alec and Dan with that self-satisfied grin of