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The Gilded Age Part Three

It's torture. My ass is sore and I sat down as carefully as possible but the cock ring makes it so I have an erection but I can't relieve it. It's literally torture. I don't know how I'm going to make it all day until Mr. Dallas picks me up. I bite my lip as I think about him, he referred to himself as daddy as I wonder if maybe he wants me to call him that. Maybe I'll try it out to see how he reacts. He seems fine with sir but daddy is a more intimate name. It will probably be very awkward to call him that but I'd rather not cause any problems for myself by not doing what he likes.

Someone clears their throat and I turn my head to see a guy who I recognize from some of my classes. He's never paid any attention to me and I wonder why he would want my attention today.

"Hey," he says softly and his eyes trail down my body and back up to my eyes.

"Hi," I reply quietly, we're waiting for class to start and I always had arrived close to the beginning of class so no one would notice I had no one to talk to. Today Mr. Dallas dropped me off about 20 minutes earlier than usual. I couldn't loiter in the hallway, I had to come to class which I guess is okay, there's no way I would ever say anything to him about it.

"I've seen you around but never got a chance to talk to you," he explains and gives me a small smile. I tentatively smile back at him. "I'm Jack. Jack Johnson."

"Nice to meet you, Jack. I'm Nash Grier," I tell him introducing myself back at him. He holds out his hand and I shake it.

We talk quietly and get to know each other until the teacher enters and I turn my attention to her, writing meticulous notes in my notebook. I glance at Jack during class and he catches me looking at him, he gives me a half smile and winks at me. I blush because he caught me looking, it's kind of embarrassing.

When the bell rings I stand and head to my locker, I'm not expecting Jack to talk to me at all. I've learned that expecting something from someone just sets you up for disappointment. I'd rather keep my expectations low that way I don't have to deal with disappointment.

"Hey, you left class kind of quickly," Jack says as he leans against the locker next to mine.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't know you wanted to talk some more," I explain and I slam my locker shut after pulling out my required book for class.

" Yeah, you're pretty cool. I'm glad I approached you," he tells me and I can't stop the blush that probably makes my face turn pink. I shift uncomfortably, my cock is still so hard and I don't want to act too strange and alienate my new friend.

We walk together to our next class. My class is small enough that we all have the same classes together. He sits next to me and I try to hide a grimace as I sit down on my sore ass.

"Are you okay, bro?" He asks me and I nod, I try to think of a legit reason to sit down the way I do.

"Yeah I was skateboarding yesterday and I fell so hard on my ass. I swear I probably have bruises on there," I tell him and give him a small grin to accompany my lie.

"You skateboard?" He asks as his eyes light up. "Me too, we should meet up after school sometime and skateboard together."

I panic because I've never actually skateboarded, I don't even own one.

"Sure... uh that'd be cool." I reply and I wonder if he actually wants to skateboard with me. I worry because I don't want him to get mad at me for lying. Maybe Mr.Dallas will buy me a skateboard and I can practice before meeting up with him. "I'm still pretty new to skateboarding so I'll probably be lame and fall a lot."

"It's cool, man. We all have to start somewhere, right?" He says and I grin at him. He's so cool and laid back, I like his personality it meshes with mine pretty good. We sit next to each other and chat every class and even in between classes. We sit together in a booth for lunch at first we're alone but his friends make their way over to us and join us at the booth. He introduces me to all of them, I meet Jack Gilinsky, Matthew Espinosa and Shawn Mendes.