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Chapter 2: Bathroom Visit

I woke up with a sore throat and a voracious appetite for more sensual behavior. Kyle was still asleep, a short distance away from me.

He was on his back on the futon, one arm over his face, sheet pushed down to his waist, shirtless. I wondered if he was naked. I thought about his dick, and how big it would look in the light of day. I lay there for a minute looking at him. His chest moved up and down slowly. His stomach was flat and his morning wood was making a shape under the sheet that I had personal knowledge of now.

I got up quietly, crossed the room, and slowly peeled back the sheet. I looked at it for a moment. 

Yup, I thought to myself, I’m definitely gay.

He stirred but didn't wake. I leaned down and put my mouth on him without using my hands, guiding the thick tip between my lips and sucking it in. His body responded before his brain fully did. He was twitching in my mouth as I ran circles around it, tasting the essence of him, and even pushed him back deeply. He was harder than the night before, charged up and sweating testosterone. The scent was thicker.

He made a low grunt as he squinted his eyes barely open and looked at me. His hand found my head and slowly guided me lower onto him.

"Yeah," he breathed, still half asleep. "Please."

I reached a hand below his balls. I felt the loose hairs on his smooth skin, and applied pressure wherever I could. 

His breathing picked up and he announced quickly, “I’m close already.”

I used my free hand to jerk him off into my mouth, hoping for another easy clean up. He released and I got to feel every vein of his dick throb in my hand as he fed me breakfast. The salty juice coated my tongue, and I could taste it much better than the night before, when it had all gone down my throat. It added an extra layer to get a direct sense of the actual organic output of this.

He exhaled hard and his whole body went loose.

"Now I really do have to shower," he said as he started to slowly crawl out of bed.

I wiped my mouth and stood up. We stretched in unison, our naked bodies mirroring each other, his bigger frame reminding me I had room for improvement in becoming more manly.

“This, uh,” he said, hesitating, “Probably shouldn’t actually be a regular thing.”

I felt the disappointment, but it was masked by the overwhelming joy I had in discovering something new. 

“Alright,” I said, “But if you ever want to… hang out or something. I’m here.”

“Bet,” he said, and he was gone in seconds.

I knew Kyle would be back in his own room before I even got home that day. I understood why he wouldn’t want to make it an everyday thing. But I already knew in that moment that I specifically wanted an everyday thing, at least for now, and that was going to require some initiative on my part.

I lay back in bed as I heard the shower turn on down the hall, and I stared at the ceiling and thought about naked males, specifically about spending the whole day in a warm bed with several of them, in and around my mouth. The only dick currently in the room was mine, which presented an obvious logistical problem. I looked down at it. I thought about it for a second. I pulled my hips up toward my face. I was still inches away from my dick.

It did not work. My back made a little crack, a sound it had never made before. Ouch.

I got up, got dressed, and went to school. Maybe I can get some dick there.

—[]—

It turned out finding dick at school was not as straightforward as finding dick at home.

At home, I had gotten lucky. The dick had come pre-installed in the room with me. At school, I had to identify it, assess it, and figure out some kind of approach, and I had no framework for any of that. People were hard to talk to. My friends were too close. And I couldn't just ask anyone. I didn't know who would be into it. I didn't know who would be clean. I thought about who might be dirty, which was a different category entirely and one that interested me for reasons I couldn't fully articulate.

I thought about it during class, between classes. I thought about it at lunch. I thought about it after school, and on the walk home, and on the walk in the next morning. I thought about it for weeks, scanning faces, trying to read guys’ minds.

Nobody presented an obvious opening. 

In the back of my head, I knew it was just a matter of time.

—[]—

A couple weeks of furious masturbation later, with no touch of another guy, not in the way I wanted, I left in the middle of a class to take a pee. The bathroom at the end of the east hall was the one nobody used during class because it was out of the way and the lock on the main door was broken, which meant people avoided it. I used it specifically for that reason.

I pushed the door open and turned the corner past the first bank of stalls and stopped.

Two guys were standing at the urinals with their white, muscular butts hanging out, their shorts down to their knees or mid thigh. The fluorescent lights caught the roundness of their cheeks. The divider separated the two of them, but their phones were out. They were giggling and showing each other their phones. 

I recognized them straight away as Patrick and Shawn, two dudes who play basketball. Patrick had red hair, and he was a head taller than most people. He was built proportionally. Shawn was broader and thicker. They each had a hand on themselves, like they were taking a pee, but doing something together as well. 

It seemed like they were jerking it. 

Two round, pale asses faced me, one with a bit of fuzz on it, the other hairless, like mine. I stayed and watched for a bit, the big, round orbs tensing intermittently as they continued to giggle and whisper to each other while playing on their phones. They were standing close but angled away from each other, like the rule was that seeing each other would make it mean something. They were chuckling like little boys and making small noises of appreciation.

It was the most randomly funny thing I had ever seen, and also exactly triggered the sexual voraciousness I had been suffering from.

The voyeurism only took me so far. I made a noise.

The giggling stopped. Phones disappeared. Shorts came up to their waists rapidly. They turned around with a bit of fear, then softened slightly seeing it was just me.

"Hey, uh,” Patrick said, a little nervous, “Don't tell anyone, ok, kid?”

"I would never," I said, nodding, shy in front of the big jocks.

A beat passed. I leaned against the wall.

"Can I… watch?"

They looked at each other, almost chuckling.

"You're gay?" Shawn asked.

"Maybe," I said.

Patrick almost smiled. Shawn looked at the ceiling.

I gestured vaguely in the direction of the tents in their shorts. "I'll… uh, do it for you if you want."

"It's okay, dude, you don’t have to do that," Patrick said, which I understood to mean he was being gracious about it, letting me off the hook.

"No," I said. "I want to."

Another look passed between them. I was already moving toward the back corner, near the supply closet, away from the door. After a second they followed.

—[]—

Patrick was a little tentative at first, still giggling, looking at Shawn and back at me like he wasn't sure this was real. I reached for his waistband and he let me pull it down. His dong came out and I paused for a second.

The thing was a meat log.

Way bigger than the one I had experience with. I sat back and looked at it.

"This is really big," I whispered.

"That's what Carrie said," he mumbled. The giggling softened into quiet anticipation. "I haven't gotten a blowie in weeks."

I leaned forward, summoning my strength, and put him between my lips. He tasted different. A different type of man, a super athlete who could destroy me with this weapon if he wanted to. I took what I could into my mouth and jerked off the rest, rolling my tongue around him, finding my footing. The thing was stretching my lips, the bulbous head pushing against my throat.

His body melted into it as both his hands landed on my head, centering himself as he took in the pleasure.

"Woah, you're good at that," he said breathily.

"He must have experience," Shawn said from somewhere above me.

I wanted Shawn now too. I reached for him without stopping what I was doing, and he pulled his dick out and let me take it in my fist. I jerked him off at the same time, just feeling the wildness of it. I had no inhibitions left. 

Patrick took some control, his hands pressing lightly against the back of my head, guiding me up and down him at his own pace. “That’s good, kid.”

I let him lead. I was the only one in that bathroom who was sure of what he wanted, and somehow that gave me all the leverage I needed.

Shawn felt thick in my hand. I squeezed him hard and felt him twitch against my fingers. 

Patrick’s pace increased as he rubbed his girthy, round pole against my tongue. 

“Alright I’m gonna bust, your mouth ok?” 

I grunted in acknowledgement as he continued his even pacing. His thighs twitched and his dick pulsed, and I got another load of glue flowing onto my tongue. Finally, after weeks of desperation.

I felt the satisfaction immediately. My life really was porn. 

I swallowed it as soon as it came out, gulping it down hungrily, until it stopped flowing. I suddenly felt like I had swallowed too fast, like I should have savored it, even if the taste remained. He pulled back slowly, his red tube dripping my saliva onto the floor. 

I looked up at him and he was staring down at me with a slightly nervous expression, like he was unsure of what he just did or why. Then he tucked his junk away and leaned against the wall, apparently not unphased to watch his buddy get his own finish. 

I turned to Shawn. He was already hard just from watching and getting played with. His shirt was pulled up more, and I got to see some nice, thick abs above his sizable dick. He wasn’t as big as Patrick, but it had a unique shape. The head was thicker, more of its own entity, and I wondered what it would feel like in my mouth. I even pictured what it would do to my ass.

I held him in my fist where I had kept my grip on him through the whole thing. I stroked him a few times and felt him stiffen the rest of the way with the anticipation of getting into my mouth. 

He didn't say much. Where Patrick had been slightly vocal and guided and social about the whole thing, Shawn went quiet, his face tensing, his breath dropping. I looked up at him to gauge his reaction as I put him into my mouth. He put one hand flat against the tile wall and looked down at me with dark, steady eyes. I worked my tongue around his head and he exhaled slowly through his nose.

I jerked him thinking about both rhythm and pressure, varying it, paying attention to what made his stomach contract. I swirled my tongue around the head, and his hips started moving. After a minute he was making small, involuntary thrusts, his thick base flexing in my fist.

"Ok," he said quietly, just the one word. I reached around and held his ass. It was meaty.

His finish came on fast and hard, his whole body going rigid for a few seconds, his hand pressing flat against the wall like he needed something to hold onto as I sucked another load out of another dick at school. I let it stay on my tongue, my mouth producing saliva to add to it. I was forced to swallow some of it to avoid spilling, but kept it there for as long as I could until he was done releasing. He slowly took himself out of my mouth and started wiping up.

“Thanks,” he muttered. “That was… cool.”

He stepped back and tucked himself away without another word, breathing through his mouth. Patrick pushed off the wall and headed for the sink.

They pulled themselves together. Patrick ran the water.

"Thanks, champ," he said.

I stood up and washed my hands next to him. Our eyes met in the mirror.

"Any time," I said.

Patrick chuckled through his nose. He looked over at Shawn and raised an eyebrow. Shawn pressed his lips together, suppressing a reaction. They headed for the door.

"Tell your teammates," I said.

They left without answering. The door swung shut. I stood in the quiet for a second, then finished washing my hands and went back to class.

—[]—

I got home in a good mood. I felt like I was going to sleep good that night, with some sort of deep, animal satisfaction. And before that, I was going to wank myself probably four times to the memories of the day.

I planned to go straight to my room and take care of some business, but I was halfway down the hall when Kyle's door opened.

"Hey." He leaned against the frame. "You wanna hang out?"

I looked at him, feeling the soreness in my jaw from the day I already had, and ready to make it even more sore. My eyelids dropped about halfway.

"Yeah," I said. "Your room or mine?"

"Yours," he said, a little too quickly. "It's, uh. More private."

I trotted down the hall, feeling Kyle follow behind me closely. It hit me that the step connection I had made really was a dream come true, I had just never realized how amazing life could be.