Daphne and I stopped by a drug store to pick up some condoms before going to my house. I knew that Mom was going to be at the community center organizing the annual Christmas parade until dinner time and Molly would be at Dad's for the evening, so we would have absolute privacy for a couple of hours.

We went up to my bedroom and I flinched when Daphne closed the door, suddenly feeling as if I were trapped.

"How long do you think this is going to take?" she asked.

I shrugged, having no idea how long it usually took for heteros to fuck. "I don't know... about an hour?"

"Because I have to be home before five," she said, luckily looking just as nervous as I was. "Should we get undressed?"

"I guess so," I answered before taking off my school blazer.

She took off her own blazer and we each continued to slowly remove our clothes and drop them on the floor. Once we were down to our unmentionables, I pulled the covers aside and we sat down on my queen sized bed.

I reached over and ran my index finger under one of her pink bra straps.

"Can I leave this on?" Daphne asked, her voice quivering slightly.

"Uh, yeah, if that will make you feel more comfortable," I said, relieved that I wouldn't have to see her bare tits.

She smiled in gratitude before leaning in and kissing me.

We made out for a bit while we laid ourselves down in my bed. It was a bit chilly in the room, so I pulled the sheet and blanket over us.

I soon found myself lying on top of Daphne, nestled between her legs. She rubbed her soft feet on the backs of my thighs as we continued to kiss.

She was actually a pretty good kisser, better than I remembered when we had last drunkenly made out a year or so before.

Not nearly as good as Brian, though.

I pulled away from her as memories of all the glorious kisses I had shared with that bastard crashed through my brain like a tidal wave.

"Are you okay?" Daphne asked, staring up at me with her big brown eyes.

I nodded and resumed kissing her, using all the tricks that Brian had taught me.

I had to remind myself: This is Daphne, God dammit, not Brian... not Brian. Brian doesn't want you anymore. You might not ever get to kiss him or do anything else with him ever again. Hell, maybe you'll even like this. Probably not enough to ever want to do it again, but still.

I rutted my completely flaccid, underwear-covered cock against her panty-covered lady bits, willing my little buddy to cooperate.

At his age, he could rub it against a tree and get a hard-on.

I recalled Brian saying that the previous evening at Woody's. As it turned out, he was very, very wrong.

It didn't take long for Daphne to notice that I was having technical difficulties.

"Um... do you need some help?" she asked.

I closed my eyes and nodded regretfully.

We repositioned ourselves so that I was on my back and Daphne was straddling me.

"Just relax, babe," she said before she started peppering kisses on my face, neck, and chest.

Daphne continued to trail her lips down my body, her tongue joining in the journey. She pulled my boxer briefs down and wrapped her hand around my dick, encouraging it to get with the program.

Although I had desperately tried to block out all memories of Mr. Fucking Kinney moments before, I resigned myself to the fact that the only way I was going to be able to get through this was if I did think about him.

I closed my eyes and remembered the last night I had spent with him, which had been exactly one week prior on the night before Thanksgiving. It felt like it had been much longer than that.

We had stayed awake until dawn kissing, fondling, licking, and sucking. He had made me cum five times, once without even having to touch my cock as he rimmed me. It had been the greatest night of my life and we didn't even actually fuck. Knowing I still had that to look forward to, hopefully with Brian, made me feel optimistic for the future of my sex life.

I could almost smell Brian as I thought about him, the musky aroma of manliness that emanated from his pores combined with his expensive French shampoo and soap, Gucci cologne, and cigarettes. I had never really enjoyed the smell of male body odor until I first gotten a whiff of Brian's pits and crotch. I could almost cum by just smelling him.

"There you go," Daphne said, interrupting my walk down memory lane as she continued to stroke my dick. "You're actually bigger than I thought you would be."

I looked down and saw that I had a raging hard-on, all because of Brian Fucking Kinney and his man stench.

"Thanks," I said, as if I had anything to do with the size of my cock.

Satisfied with herself, Daphne got up to open the box of condoms that were waiting for us on my nightstand.

I put my head back on my pillow and stared up at the ceiling.

Seriously, why in the fuck did I agree to do this? Did I honestly think that I, a nelly cock-sucking queer, could actually engage in sexual intercourse with a female, no matter how beautiful she was? Reese Witherspoon probably couldn't even get me hard without me having to imagine that I was fucking her husband instead.

Daphne climbed back into bed and handed me the condom.

"Maybe you should put this on," she said, her nervousness beginning to return.

I pulled my underwear the rest of the way off and tore the condom wrapper open. My dick had already wilted back down to half a wood.

"Shit... I'll be right back," I snarled before getting out of bed and stomping to the bathroom.

I slammed the door closed and sat the condom down on the counter.

"Alright," I said, looking down at my sad excuse for a penis. "You can do this. We can do this. It's just sex. People do it every day. Hell, there are probably straight people fucking right now somewhere in the world. There's probably at least one couple in Pittsburgh going at it at this very moment. It's natural, like breathing. You can last long enough to get through this."

I looked up and stared at my reflection in the mirror, almost disgusted with what I saw.

My blue eyes were bloodshot and puffy, although I was glad to see that the Hobbs-produced bruise around my left eye was nearly gone. My skin looked even paler than usual and I had a pimple starting to grow on my chin. I had forgone shaving that morning and although I could usually get away with skipping a day or two, the stubble seemed to age me by a few years.

Shit, was that a wrinkle on my forehead? Maybe I needed to start using my mom's anti-wrinkle cream that she paid a small fortune for.

The inspection of my face was cut short when Daphne knocked on the door.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute!"

"We don't have to do this, Justin."

"No... no, I want to," I lied.

"No, you don't," she said sadly. "You can't even keep an erection."

"Yes, I can!" I yelled, feeling then like my manhood was at stake and that I had something to prove to her, myself, and the world. "Just get back in bed and get ready."

"Okay," Daphne said uneasily.

I then recalled that there had been an underwear ad in a magazine we had in the bathroom, so I quickly thumbed through one of them and found it. I didn't know who the model was, but he was sexy and wearing nothing but a pair of white briefs. I was sure his very large package was enhanced with a sock or something, but I didn't give a damn at the moment.

I jerked my cock to that picture until right before I was about to come, then I quickly rolled the condom on and stalked back to my bedroom like a tiger on the prowl.

"Alright, let's do this," I said as I settled back between Daphne's legs.

She giggled uneasily as she looked down at what I was about to give her. "Uh... just go slow, okay?"

I knew that my erection was very tentative, but nodded in understanding. "I'll try."

We resumed kissing again as I got myself into position to enter her. She had taken her panties off, but I didn't want to touch her down there with anything that wasn't covered in a condom.

"Put it in a little bit at a time," Daphne instructed.

"Okay," I said, already feeling my cock softening at the prospect of being inside of her even a little bit. The fact that she smelled like baby powder, which is probably the unsexiest fragrance on the planet, didn't help at all.

The more I tried to put it in, the softer my dick became. It was like trying to stuff a wet piece of gum into a keyhole.

I sighed heavily and collapsed on top of her, not even caring at the moment if I was cutting off her air.

"Fuck!" I yelled into the pillow under her head.

Daphne put each of her hands on my back and patted me. "Well, I guess we're done here."

I turned my head and whispered into her ear, "I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay. You can get off of me now."

I rolled off and turned my back to her, not bearing to see the disappointment on her face. I hoped that she would get up, get dressed, and get the hell out of there, but instead she spooned behind me.

"It's okay," she repeated as she held me.

I took several deep breaths, willing myself to remain calm, but tears were soon streaming out of my eyes.

Daphne lifted her head a moment later to look over at me. "Are you crying?"

"No," I choked out.

"Justin, it's not that big of a deal," she assured me. "You're gay... it's understandable that pussy turns you off."

"That's not why I'm crying!" I yelled.

"Okay, then what is it?" she asked as she sat up.

I rolled over onto my back and decided that it was time to finally tell her the whole ugly story. I could no longer live with the truth by myself.

"It's Brian," I said.

She tilted her head. "Brian who?"

"Brian Kinney. You know, Mr. Kinney, our teacher? I've been lying to you, Daph."

She waited for me to continue, a look of confusion on her pretty face.

I sat up and dried my face with the sheet. "I haven't been dating Emmett. I've been dating Brian Kinney."

"You..." Daphne said, slowly beginning to back away from me. "Hold on, what?"

Daphne got up and put her panties back on, and I looked away so I wouldn't have to see her naked lower half.

"Brian and I have been seeing each other, but he broke up with me last night."

She put her hands on her hips and glared at me. "You've been fucking our English teacher?"

"No! I told you I was still a virgin and I wasn't lying about that. We have messed around though, but we haven't fucked."

"Justin!" Daphne yelled. "He's our teacher!"

"I know!" I said before hanging my head shamefully. "I'm in love with him, but he doesn't want me anymore. He said that now that he's back from his suspension, it's not worth it to keep seeing me and have his job threatened again."

She sat back down but kept her distance from me. "How long has this been going on?"

"Remember when Brian missed a few days of school earlier in the month? His father had died, and I skipped school on the day of the funeral and rode the bus out to the cemetery. We had our first kiss later that afternoon when he drove me home. It moved pretty quickly from there."

"He kissed you on the day of his father's funeral?" Daphne asked, obviously grossed out by the thought.

"I was surprised, too. I don't even know why I went."

I decided to start from the very beginning, telling Daphne about my discovery of Brian fucking a guy in the backroom the night she and I went to Babylon together, how I had pretty much started stalking Brian after Jack's funeral, and when Brian had finally given into his desire for me the night I had taken E and puked on him.

As I continued to talk, Daphne became more intrigued with my dirty little adventures.

"Shut up. He actually gave you a blow job at school?" she asked, her eyes wide with astonishment.

"It was all his idea, too. It was so fucking hot. The danger of being caught made it even better."

"So, how big is his...?" she asked, looking mighty curious.

"Oh, he's enormous. Like, nine inches hard and very thick."

"Ouch," she said before bursting out laughing. "I was worried that you would be too big, but he would rip me to shreds!"

"Hey, I almost had that thing up my ass. Imagine having to give him a blow job!"

We laughed for a bit before she asked me, "So, why didn't you guys fuck? I mean, you did everything else."

"He said it was so he could claim ‘plausible deniability,' as if not fucking me would be his saving grace. I never understood it."

"Maybe that was his one way of keeping a feeling of control," Daphne guessed.

"Maybe," I said.

"Do you think he loves you?"

I raked my fingers through my hair. "Sometimes I think he might, but after how he dropped me like a bad habit, I don't know now."

We had to cut the conversation short when we heard Mom come through the front door. We quickly hopped up and got dressed.

"Daphne, promise me you won't tell anyone about this," I whispered to her.

"Of course, I won't."

"Seriously, if anyone found out, or if Brian found out that I told you-"

"Justin, I swear on our friendship that I won't tell a living soul," she assured me.

I gave her a hug just as my mother walked in front of my open doorway.

"Aww, what's this about?" Mom asked us.

I hugged Daphne tighter. "I just love my best friend."