Sleepover with Aiden 04 (Patreon)

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Chapter 4: Third Floor Boy’s Room

Suddenly, we had stopped pretending there needed to be some sort of a cooldown period between our naked sessions. The next day after we fucked each other in the backyard, I didn’t wait for him to be antsy and energetic again. I just went for it, texting him that I wanted to do “the thing” again, and he came right over. It became our favorite recreational activity from then on. Every time we saw each other, we found a way to sneak off and make it happen. His basement, my room, somewhere outside at night, no buildup was required anymore. We'd been hanging out our whole lives and now hanging out meant something additional, and we were both silently ecstatic. The only words we spoke about it were “oh fuck,” and “shit I’m about to jizz”.

A couple weeks in, we had been fucking every single day. I was starting to feel like I understood something about myself that I hadn't before, like I knew what it was to be a man. Aiden had gotten that from sports, I presume, but I needed the sexual awakening to feel it. There was a strict delineation between who I was a month prior and who I was now. I think I even walked differently. I didn’t know exactly what it was, but it felt settled in a comforting way, like I was suddenly less afraid of the trials of adulthood that awaited me.

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Then I saw him in the hall one day, which almost never happened. We had different schedules and different routes between classes and usually the school day was just dead time between the actual day, which started when we met up after school.

But there he was, right after second period while I was at my locker. He was coming down the main hallway toward me, pushing through a bunch of students in the packed space. He was taller than most, so I could follow his wavy hair as he sifted through them, making a bee-line directly to me. When he emerged from the mass of students, his backpack was slung over one shoulder, and something in my chest did a thing when I saw the tight shirt that was clinging to his skin. I felt like I could smell the aroma of his body in that instant, even from a distance.

I felt a big stupid smile take over my face before I could do anything about it.

He slowed when he got close, stopping in front of my locker. His smile came up to match mine, and we both stood there for a second trying to look normal, probably failing completely.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey."

We were silent for a second. He looked a little fidgety, shifting his weight. I raised one eyebrow.

He gave the slightest nod toward the stairwell at the end of the hall, then walked past me.

I waited five seconds, then followed.

—[]—

The third floor was mostly storage and a couple of classrooms that only got used occasionally, like for testing. Nobody went up there between periods. He was already pushing through the bathroom door when I got to the top of the stairs, and I slipped in behind him and let it fall shut behind me.

The tiles were small and white and old. It was the only bathroom in school that didn’t smell like piss. It smelled like dust, which was how you knew nobody ever came there. Aiden flicked on a switch and the lights hummed. Outside the door, downstairs in the hall, lockers banged and sneakers squeaked and five hundred people were having five hundred conversations, and in here it was just us.

He looked at me but didn't say anything while I waited for him to take charge. A moment later, he pushed me back against the door and kissed me.

It was the first time we had actually touched lips. I hadn't seen it coming and I didn't have time to react before it was already happening, his mouth on mine, his body pinning me to the door. I felt it everywhere. His hands running up and down my sides, his weight, even the muscles in his abs. I had no idea kissing could feel like that. I had kissed girls before and it was nothing like this, or maybe I had just never been kissed like this, with that much energy behind it.

He pulled back just enough to look at me.

I didn't say anything.

His hand dropped to my crotch and squeezed once, and I felt myself shiver. But he pushed down on my shoulders and I went with it.

In a second, I was on my knees on the dusty tile with the back of my head hitting the bathroom door in a rhythm as he fucked my face like I didn’t need to breathe, and I was genuinely scared someone was going to walk in, but not scared enough to stop. The hallway quieted, filtered through the wood behind my skull. His hand was in my hair. I focused on breathing through my nose.

The bell rang. Late for class. Neither of us moved.

He pulled me up by my arm and turned me around, and I heard my belt hit the floor before I even realized that he had dropped my pants to my ankles. He was so limber and quick. He spit and I felt it land on my ass. He pressed on my lower back until I arched for him. and I grabbed the door handle and held on as he used his hard dick to smear the spit around until he found my hole.

He pushed in quickly, and it was rougher than the backyard, or any time since. We normally had the luxury of taking our time. But today he was faster. He braced one hand on the door above my head and I could feel him breathing hard and hot through his teeth against my neck. 

I just let it happen, literally bending over to let him control things, enjoying every second of it. The pain was stronger than normal, but something about it was good. It was hot that we had to do it quickly, because there was a real danger of getting caught, and I groaned. 

I let him use me, let the sounds out that wanted to come out and stopped trying to muffle them. There was pain and then the pain became a good thing, and I grunted into the door and that actually helped, like releasing the pressure somehow, like how tennis dudes grunt when they smack it hard.

I could tell he was close when his breathing got short, like he was having a heart attack. He let go and started letting his hips smack against my ass loudly for a full minute before he exhaled strongly, almost coughing as I felt him pulse inside me.

He finally finished with a single loud grunt and then went completely still.

The bathroom was quiet. The hallway was quiet. Everyone else was in class.

He pulled out slowly and I felt the absence of him, the emptiness, but I was satisfied, even though I didn’t finish. I reached for my waistband but he caught my wrist, holding me there. I looked back at him confused.

He turned me around and sat me down against the door, the cool tile on my bare butt, which was just starting to leak his load out onto the tile, and he knelt in front of me.

He knew what I liked by now. He'd figured it out over a couple weeks of dedicated research, and he applied that knowledge efficiently in the moment, his hand working me in a twisting motion while his mouth did the rest, and I watched the ceiling and felt my jaw go slack.

I was almost past the edge when I saw it, the slow swing of a stall door opening behind Aiden.

My eyes dropped and I looked past Aiden's shoulder.

A guy I recognized from the year below us stepped out of the stall. He slowly peaked out before stepping out fully. I almost stopped Aiden, but the kid’s expression moved through surprise and landed somewhere in the vicinity of calm, a nervous half smile on his face telling me that he was weirdly okay with this. 

The kid nodded at me. The casual, chin-up nod that all males recognize instinctively.

He wasn't traumatized by looking down and seeing Aiden’s bare ass spread open in front of him while he went down on me. He was just a guy who had walked out of a bathroom stall at a complicated moment.

He looked at me. I looked at him.

Aiden, completely absorbed, had no idea as he continued slobbering on my knob, working his best to get that loud out of my balls for me.

The kid raised his eyebrows slightly, a question without words. I had nothing to offer him. I just shrugged. I was three seconds from finishing and my body wasn't taking input from my brain anymore. I couldn’t really think about anything but getting off at this point.

I tapped Aiden’s head as I started to pulse, and he worked me through it, slow and thorough, milking out every drop as I held eye contact with a stranger through the whole thing because I had no other options.

We held eye contact, and I was too pleasured to stop things as I came in Aiden's mouth. He worked me slowly, squeezing the last of my seed out into his mouth, skilled at minimizing cleanup by this point. Just as he pulled off of me and wiped his mouth, the dude behind him cleared his throat. Aiden turned white as snow as he jerked around to look at the dude, then back at me as he scurried to pull up his pants over his muscular legs and glutes.

“You didn’t SAY anything??”

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Word got around, the way it does. Things travel through a school when someone sees something like that, and they tell one person and that person tells two more. By the end of the week I had heard a version of it that barely resembled what actually happened, which was almost impressive. Apparently, Aiden and I had done an orgy with five other down-low guys from the varsity football team. 

We denied it. Both of us, consistently, to anyone who asked directly. We weren't falling over ourselves about it though, and we didn't get defensive or weird about it. We just said no and moved on, and if people believed us, fine, and if they didn't, also fine.

Mostly people let it go because we acted like people who had nothing to hide, which I guess was the truth in the way that mattered. We weren't hiding anything. We just weren't explaining it either.

We still hung out every day. We even started sitting together at lunch, which for some reason we never really did before. When our schedules lined up, we even stopped to talk, and do other things, between classes. And we still showed up at each other's houses without texting first. The only thing that changed was that we got smarter about where and when we took our dicks out, and we got a lot better at hearing footsteps.

We never talked about what we were doing together in any kind of formal way. We just called it “doing the thing” and kept it mostly unspoken, even as we recognized that it was important to both of us.

He was still my best friend. That part was the same as it had always been. Everything else was just something additional, something that was less and less new to us as the rest of the school year passed. We didn't need anyone else to understand us or approve of it.

I think about that day in the third floor bathroom sometimes. The kiss, specifically. How it came out of nowhere and felt like something I had been waiting for without knowing it.

Time is a flat circle, and sometimes you don’t realize what you need until an aggressively horny friend pushes it onto you “lap”.