- “I don’t have time for that today, Hobbs. Some other time”, Justin said dismissively as he walked down the halls of his oppressive high school, Chris Hobbs at his side.

It was all Chris could do not to sigh and roll his eyes. This was the exact way several of his conversations with Justin had been going for two weeks and a half weeks now. They had only met up twice in that time. Chris was confused. He was sure that things between the pair were fine after they got over the whole ‘bully’ situation. The last couple of weeks had him thinking differently.

“Yeah. Some other time”, he said flatly before turning to walk away from his ‘friend’. Chris was starting to get a little fed up with Justin. He was well and truly sick of the little head games he seemed to like to play. He wasn’t entirely sure what was going on this time, but it sure felt like another scheme to him. And he did not like it one bit.

For Justin, however, the last two weeks had been a breeze. He’d had plenty of time to consider what Brian said to him while they were in bed. It was true; Chris Hobbs was a cowardly fake. Justin knew he was better than to just let himself be the jock’s booty call. But he didn’t want to completely drop the whole thing. In his deep thinking, Justin had also come to realise that he fucking loved the power he had over his class mate. He knew it made him nothing short of a complete and total ass, but he didn’t care. With Chris, he got to be the top dog, the alpha male. Was it really wrong not to want to give that up?

So rather than severing his ties with Hobbs entirely, Justin figured he’d just be distant. He made a point of it to only meet up with him every so often, which wasn’t really all that hard for him anyway. Although he was starting to sense that Chris was starting to pick up on it. And he was not at all pleased. It was a shame that Justin couldn’t care less. It really was

About a month later

Chris had a dilemma. He had just gone to see his touchy girlfriend. During their quality couple time, Marlissa had suggested something. It wasn’t the first time she’d suggested it, but now Chris didn’t know if he could come up with excuses to avoid it anymore.

Sex.

Marlissa Miller wanted to have sex with Chris Hobbs, her boyfriend. Instead of being ecstatic like any other guy in the entire school would be, Chris was terrified and almost repelled by the idea. Each time she brought it up, he’d shrug and say, “We’ll talk about it later”, or, “We shouldn’t talk about this here”, or Marlissa’s favourite, “I don’t have time for this right now.”

Despite what many believed, the girl was not completely stupid. She knew something was up with her beau. Why else would he turn her down every single time? She figured she’d wear him down eventually, but waiting for ‘eventually’ to come was getting down right annoying.

And Chris was not oblivious to this fact. The look of disappointment was clear on his girlfriend’s face each time he made up some lame excuse as to why they shouldn’t get down and dirty right then and there. He had considered just giving in, but her hands were all over him and he couldn’t seem to get that stupid blond’s face out of his mind.

While walking home after his most recent visit, Chris finally found the time to really think about the whole situation. He knew he’d have to give it up soon. Or else Marlissa could start to get even more suspicious than she already was. And then she might start snooping. And then she might find out something she shouldn’t know. And then Chris really would be fucked.

“Oh, fuck it”, Chris said to himself once he was home and sitting on his bed. “The time for stalling is over. Tomorrow, I fuck her”, he said decidedly.

There was a thump on his bedroom wall. “Hey, good for you buddy. Now shut the fuck up and get to sleep”, his brother’s voice called from the bedroom next to Chris’. The football player couldn’t help but laugh at this. For once, thinking about having sex with his girlfriend didn’t freak him out entirely. For some reason, tonight he felt good about it. He wasn’t sure if this feeling would last for long, though.

The very next day…

Chris gulped as he stood on his girlfriend’s front porch. He looked up at the big blue door to her home with wide eyes. Was the door always that…fucking scary? Now that he knew what was behind that door would change his life forever, it seemed that it was the most terrifying thing he could imagine. Because once that door was opened, there would be no turning back.

This was it.

Just calm the fuck down you wimp. Don’t be a fucking pussy, he thought. The teenager closed his eyes and took in a few deep breaths before slowly raising his hand to knock on the ‘scary’ door. He shifted from one foot to the other as he waited for his ‘hunny’ to come and let him in.

After what felt like two friggen decades, the door slowly opened to reveal a very flirty-looking Marlissa Miller. She wore a short, silky red dress and a big sexy smile. “Hello there, big boy”, she whispered in a sultry voice. Chris gulped at the sight. He knew this was the moment every other guy would start to feel their pants getting tight around their crotch. He was not surprised that once again, he proved to not be like every other guy.

Realising his lady was still waiting for a greeting in return, Chris shook out of his thoughts and forced an aroused expression to appear on his face. Smirking as sexily as he could, the jock said, “Hey baby.”

Marlissa smiled back at the nervous boy and stepped aside so that he could venture into her house and up to her bedroom. She knew that this was the day. This was the day that she would finally get him to give in to her charms.

Twenty minutes later, the pair were completely naked and all over each other. Marlissa reached down to squeeze Chris’ cock, making him squeeze his eyes tightly shut and moan. It only took a couple minutes to get the boy sheathed and positioned on top of the girl. “I want you to be very sure, uh…babe”, Chris said, secretly hoping that she would back out. He was asking more for himself than her. “You know I’m not going to pressure you into anything you don’t want to do”, he finished, nervously biting his lip, willing her to take the bait and run. Literally.

Instead, the teenage girl laughed a truly amused laugh and said, “What are you talking about, idiot? I’m the one who has spent ages trying to convince you. Now hurry up and put it in!” Chris was slightly taken aback by his girlfriend’s words. He knew that she was upfront about everything, but he didn’t quite expect her to be so…confident about something so darn personal.

He willed himself not to sigh as he slowly complied with the girl’s wishes. There was no way out of it now.   

Monday, after school

“No way, you fucked her?!” exclaimed Jonah. The change room erupted with applause. Chris stood with his head held high as his team mates all patted him on the back in congratulations.

“That’s my boy! You sly dog, you”, Mark said, slinging his arm around Chris’ shoulder.

The dark blond behind all the hubbub smirked at his friend’s carry on. Truth was, as scary as having sex with Marlissa was, it was totally worth it. It meant that he could brag about it to his friends. It meant that no one would ever suspect a thing. It meant that he most definitely was not a homo.

Sure, for most of it, Chris had thought of Justin. Sure, he had to keep reminding himself that it was right and good for him. He filled his mind with encouraging thoughts to help him push through loosing his virginity. Things like, You want this, Chris. It’s what you’ve always wanted, or, You’ve got the girl, now ravage her, or even, Don’t be a fairy. You need this. It’ll prove you’re a real man once and for all. These thoughts did help in the end. A great deal, actually.

So he did it. He banged his girlfriend. He came and everything. And it wasn’t as terrifying as he couldn’t help but think it’d be. Chris was proud of himself for doing it. Sort of.

There was something about the whole ordeal that seemed just…fake. Like everything else in his relationship with the girl. It wasn’t as big a deal for Marlissa because she clearly was no virgin to begin with. She’d told Chris she was, but he knew it was a lie. Slut, he couldn’t help but think. But he knew that wasn’t a fair judgement. What he was doing with Justin was just as bad as her lying about her virginity. In fact, it was worse. Yet, Chris did not feel guilty.

Because being with her, really being with her felt…wrong.

“Oh yeah, that’s me. The dirty, sly, stud that totally rocked Marlissa’s world”, Chris said to his friends with his most smug voice ever. His friends cheered once more, slapping each other high fives and fist bumps.

One week later

News spread quickly around St. James High. Even the kind of news that should stay private. At least, Justin and Daphne thought so. “Bleugh!” was Daphne’s response to finding out that Chris had ‘totally tapped that’. “I so did not need to know that.”

Justin’s response was quite the same. “Uh, gross”, he said when Daphne told him the juicy piece of gossip. And that was that. The pair didn’t speak of it again. That did not stop every other noisy loser in the school from yappering on about it. Justin hadn’t spoken to Chris in over a week, and he supposed it was because of the boys’ new found fifteen minutes of fame.

So when Justin was pulled into the bathroom by his fuck buddy, he was actually caught by surprise. “There’s Mister popular”, Justin said casually. “Everyone’s talking about you.”

Chris nodded his head and said, “Yeah, I know.” He looked as if he wanted to say something more, but he grew silent.

Justin eyed him with a raised brow. “Uh, Chris? Is there something you wanted? Cause I kinda have to get going soon”, he asked. He started for the door, but was pulled back by Chris’ strong hand.

“I want to have sex with you”, Chris blurted out. Justin’s’ eyes were so wide, he thought they just might bulge right out of his head.   

“You…you want to…” Justin muttered. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

Chris grabbed Justin’s shirt and pulled him closer so that he could speak directly into his ear. “You heard what I said. Don’t ask questions. Just…please. Say you’ll have sex with me”, he whispered.

Justin moved slightly away from Chris so he could look at his face. It appeared as though the boy was trying to put up some sort of façade. His face was expressionless, but Justin could tell that it was a forced look. He had to stop himself from laughing when he realised what was going on; Chris had finally fucked a girl and was now freaking out over it. So now he wanted to fuck Justin to try and compensate for having to plough into a…a snatch. That thought almost had Justin shivering. Oh the horror. Oh the humour. It was all just too good.

The blond scratched his chin and pretended to think for a couple of seconds. “Hmm”, he hummed dramatically. “Oh alright, Hobbs. I’ll let you fuck me. But only if you agree to do it my way”, he finally said.

The football player nodded in relief. “Sure. Your way. Whatever you say”, he said in a somewhat absent minded manner.

“Good”, Justin said. The pair spent the next couple of minutes making plans as to where and when they would meet up, deciding on Justin’s house at 5pm on Thursday, when Debbie and Vic would be out.

When Justin exited the bathroom to resume walking down the halls, he was buzzing. He just had to tell Daphne. He could see right through his jock ‘friend’.

An hour later, he was sitting on his bed telling his favourite gal pal all about what had went down in the bathroom on the phone. “Oh my gosh!” exclaimed Daphne. “So you’re actually gonna go through with it?” she asked.

“Of course I’m going to go through with it Daph. I kinda knew he’d want to fuck me eventually, but I didn’t actually expect it to happen”, Justin responded.

“Okay”, Daphne said slowly. “Just…just be careful, alright? I don’t want you to get into anymore shit.” Justin could hear genuine concern in his friend’s voice.

“Relax, Daph. We have until Thursday to talk about all this, anyway. And it’ll be fine. I’ll be fine. You don’t have to worry about me”, he assured the girl.

The two friends hung up 10 minutes later. Justin thought about how he could bottom, but still be the one in control. I know just what to do, he concluded after about a minute.

Thursday

Justin got up from the couch when he heard a knock at his front door. He knew exactly who it’d be. He stood up slickly, smoothed out his hair with his right hand and headed for the door. “Sup, Hobbs”, he said, trying to be as cool as possible when he opened the door to greet his visitor.

“Oh, uh…yeah. Hey”, Chris sputtered. He’d practised saying ‘hello’ in a suave, cool-guy way about a dozen times over in his head on his way over to the blond’s home, but as soon as that little devil opened the door, Chris was…well, he was just plain old flustered. Justin looked the same as he always did. Only this time, there was something so much more…alluring about him. In fact, Chris thought the young artist looked down right sexy.  

Justin stepped aside and gestured for his friend to come inside, and said, “You plan on coming in?” mirroring Brian’s words the first time he’d taken Justin home with him. Chris cleared his throat to stifle a nervous laugh as he walked inside the house.

Justin closed the door gently and turned to see Chris standing in front of the stairs, staring at the wall that was closest to him. He was faced away from Justin. “Uh…you okay there man?” Justin asked, stepping towards the jock.

His words seemed to snap Chris out of a deep thought, as he noticed the boy jump ever so slightly. He cleared his throat and turned to face his host. “I’m great”, he said, his throat tight.

“Look, you don’t have to go through with this if you don’t want to”, Justin said seriously. “I’m not gonna laugh at you or anything if you’re scared…”

This got Chris’ full attention. “Scared? Me?” he scoffed. “Never. Now let’s just get this over with”, he added quickly, trying hard to sound like he didn’t care.

“Get it over with, eh? In a rush, are you?” Justin asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Uh, no…no I-I’m not…in a…rush…I, um…” Chris stuttered, clearly flustered again. 

A smile broke out on Justin’s face as he reached over to pat his friend on the shoulder. “Hey, I’m just teasing you. Relax a little bit, okay?” he said with an assuring tone. Justin’s smile proved infectious, as soon, Chris was smiling along with him. He nodded his head and breathed out. “Good”, said Justin, noticing that the boy seemed to be calming down. Or at least he was trying to. “Now, do you want anything to drink or eat, or…?”

The jock shook his head. “No, I’m fine. I’d rather we just…you know…” he said nervously.

Justin chuckled a little and nodded. “You got it.” He walked over to the stairs and looked back at the uneasy teenager. “Come on”, he said, gesturing for him to walk upstairs with him.

The two boys walked up together in silence. Justin could feel the tension emanating from his guest. He almost felt sorry for him. Almost. Still, Justin thought he’d better cut the guy some slack. Try and put his mind at ease. Make him relax.

Once they were both inside Justin’s bedroom and the door was closed, Justin turned towards his fidgeting friend and said in a calm voice, “Relax. You’ll be fine.” Chris looked at up Justin, his eyes carrying what Justin identified as actual worry for a brief second. Quickly, the usually confident boy’s expression returned to a neutral one.

He nodded slowly. “Yeah”, was all he said, with all the genuinity he could muster.

Slowly, oh so very slowly, Justin slid his shirt over his head. Chris closely watched the boy’s movements. He eyed Justin’s body, unconsciously licking his lips. They locked gazes, both of their eyes filled with lust. Suddenly the fear and hesitation Justin had sensed from his friend was gone. It had dissolved into the desire it was replaced with, the second Justin had removed his shirt.

Chris stepped closer to Justin and placed a hand tentatively on his belt buckle. Their eyes on each other, Chris slowly unbuckled the belt and pulled it off. He then unbuttoned Justin’s pants and slid a hand inside. “Mmm”, Justin murmured. He let Chris squeeze his cock, before knocking the boy’s hand away so that he could remove the other boy’s shirt.

With both boys now topless, they fell into each other’s arms, their lips smashing furiously together. Chris moaned into every kiss. These moans intensified when Justin some how managed to snake his hand into Chris’ now tight jeans. It had been quite a while since the two boys had actually kissed…on the mouth that is. They still continued to only see each other every so often. Chris was secretly hoping that fucking the boy would change this.

Justin pushed Chris down onto his bed, breaking their heated kiss with a loud sound. He stood in front of Chris, looking down at him. Understanding what was expected of him, Chris ran his hands up Justin’s torso and licked a pink nipple, feeling it grow hard under his tongue. He moved on to the other nipple and bit into it, pulling an appreciative moan from the blond.

“Oh yeah”, Justin hissed. In one swift motion, he slid his trousers, along with his underwear down his legs and kicked the clothing items off. Chris’ eyes widened in surprise. He had seen Justin’s magnificent dick multiple times. But this was the first time they were both going to be completely naked with one another. And here Justin was, the boy who managed to drive Chris Hobbs nuts with pleasure and desire, standing in front of him…stark naked.

Holy Shit!

The boy was hotter than Chris ever thought he was. He had really never looked better to him. Justin continued to surprise his guest when he pushed him back down on the bed and pulled his pants off roughly. The next several seconds were spent in silence. Justin just stared at Chris, making him feel more exposed than he’d ever felt before. He desperately tried not the blush, but to no avail. “What?” he asked unsteadily.

“I’ve gotta say, Hobbs…I like what I see”, Justin answered with a cheeky smirk.

He climbed on top of the muscled body sprawled out on his bed and resumed kissing him. He rubbed his erection up against Chris’ as they kissed and reached over to grab a condom from his bedside table. Chris broke the kiss when he heard the rustling of the condom wrapper. He watched Justin tear it open and slide it on his full cock. “Ohhhhhh.” He shivered at the pale blond’s touch.

Next, Justin reached over to grab something else. Chris looked down to see that it was a tube of lube. He was straddling Chris’ thighs as he opened up the tube and squirted some on to the sportsman’s sheathed dick. This made the boy moan even louder. This was a young man who clearly knew what he was doing.

“You ready?” Justin asked in a low voice, his eyebrow raised.

A red faced Chris responded by biting his lip and nodding quickly. “Have you…have you ever done this before?” he asked quietly.

“Don’t worry. I’m no stranger to this”, the blond answered.

Chris watched as he positioned himself over Chris’ body. He was holding Chris’ cock to his hole. The footballer gulped in anticipation. This was it. The moment he had no idea that he had been waiting for since forever. He could hardly believe that he was going to have sex with a man…okay, a boy, really. But with Justin Taylor?! It seemed almost unreal.

“Uhhhhh!” Chris moaned loudly as Justin sank down on his needy dick. It was a strange feeling; so tight and so hot. It was different to being with Marlissa. It felt more right. Justin continued to lift himself on and off Chris’ dick, riding him like a sexy cowboy. Chris had never imagined anything like this ever happening to him. It was incredible. He felt as if he were flying.

After a couple minutes, Justin began riding him even faster and harder, with Chris absolutely relishing the feelings from underneath him. The blond began stroking himself when he sensed Chris was close several minutes later. “Ohhh shit! Uh fuck! Huuuuuuh!” Chris practically yelled out his pleasured moans.

This was the exact moment Chris’ mind went completely blank and he just let Justin ride the shit out of him. He grabbed Justin’s hips in both of his hands and trusted up a couple times. “Oh yeah, keeping doing that”, Justin groaned.

Chris was all too happy to comply. If he was making his blond feel good, he considered that a great achievement. “Oh, Jus-Justin I’m…I’m gonna…Uhhh!” the teenager shouted out as he shot his load into the condom. A few more pumps of Justin’s cock sent him soaring into his orgasm soon after. All that could he heard was the sounds of two teenage boys puffing, trying to catch their breaths.

“Oh shit”, Chris breathed, closing his eyes. He decided this was the greatest thing he’d ever had the true pleasure of experiencing. Even though Chris was all sweaty and sticky, he realised that every part of this evening was perfect. He had gotten to see Justin fully naked. They had kissed so wildly. And they had fucked like…like their lives had depended on it. Justin didn’t hold back. Not much, anyway.

Justin smirked and hopped off of his bed mate carefully, making both of them grunt. “Pretty good, huh?” he asked his friend. There was no need to really ask. Justin already knew how much the footballer had liked, no, loved it.

“Good?” Chris asked almost incredulously. “That. Was. So. Fucking. Great”, he finished with a soft chuckle. Justin joined in with his own little laugh. Chris reached down to pull the condom off of his softening cock and tied it off as carefully as he could. He noted that he’d need to practise doing this minimal task. Justin grabbed the item out of his friend’s hand and tossed it in the small trash can that was close to his side of the bed.

“Oh, here”, Justin said as he passed a towel over to his fuck buddy from his bedside table. Chris smiled and nodded in thanks, taking the towel. In truth, he didn’t mind the feeling of Justin’s cum on his chest and belly. He made a point to wipe it off his torso slowly.

Once he was done, he flopped back down on the bed, lying flat on his back. He placed his hands behind his head. “Holy shit, Taylor”, he laughed. “I gotta say; you sure know how to work a dick.”

Justin chuckled at this. “I’ve been told as much”, he said.

Chris rolled over onto his side to face the boy beside him. “So you never told me; Where’d you learn all this shit, anyway?” he asked curiously.

Justin looked at Chris in slight confusion. Why did he want to know? Justin mentally shrugged. He supposed there was no harm in telling a curious guy about his fun life outside of school. “There’s this guy I’ve been screwing. Brian Kinney. He’s the stud of Liberty Avenue. And I am totally his favourite piece of ass”, he said.

“Is he the older dude I’ve seen driving you to school sometimes?” Chris asked casually.

“That’s the one. He’s 29”, Justin responded. He was a little surprised that Chris had noticed this detail. “So you’ve seen him, then?”

“Oh, uh, not really. Not up close”, Chris said, a little embarrassed. He looked around the room, trying to find something to change the topic. “Nice room you’ve got here”, he laughed, noticing all the action figures and comic book related things strewn about the room.

Justin snorted and playfully hit Chris on the arm. “Shut up”, he laughed. “Besides, it isn’t really my room. I’m living with some friends”, he explained.

“I didn’t think this would have been your house. From your father…I’d have expected something more…y’know…showy…I mean I’m not trying to be a dick or anything, I just uh…” Chris sputtered out, nervous that he was putting his foot in his mouth.

The blond next to him knew the boy meant no offence. “I know you didn’t mean anything by that. It’s fine. You can relax”, he assured. After lying next to each other in comfortable silence for a moment, Justin stood up and started pulling on his pants. “You hungry? We should go down stairs and eat something”, he said as he moved.

Chris watched his friend as he got dressed, feeling slightly disappointed. He liked Justin without his clothes on. A lot. “I’m not really all that hungry”, Chris said, making now sign of moving.

“Well I’m fucking starving”, Justin admitted without a hint of embarrassment or hesitation. “Get dressed and come down anyway.” The teenager pulled on his shirt and headed for the door.

Now Chris sat up and reached for his pants on the floor. “Sure thing, man. I’ll be down in a sec”, he replied. He sat back and watched Justin leave the room. It was odd; Chris felt something strange deep inside his gut while watching Justin. It wasn’t strong, but it was there. Chris had no idea what it could be. The two of them were friends and nothing more. They couldn’t be. Because Chris was no fag…

Chris’ whole body tensed as a hesitant realisation fought to settle in. He closed his eyes and took in a couple deep breaths. All this time was he just kidding himself? Was he gay after all? Chris snapped his eyes open and pulled himself out of that kind of thinking. He was fond of Justin, that was all. And the sex was amazing. I guess I like fucking dudes. But that doesn’t have to mean anything. I’m still not…like…that, he thought with a deep frown on his head.

He got dressed as quickly as he could and headed down stairs, eager to continue hanging out with his fuck buddy. They never had any chances to just ‘hang out’. It seemed that this evening was proving to be the beginning of many things for both boys.

Chris at least hoped it was. Even if it was a subconscious hope. Underneath everything, that hope was most definitely there.

TBC