Carl, a cheerleader, has been having a hard time at school.
The star football player, Ron, has been targeting him with his bullying lately.
But that doesn't stop Carl from having a crush on him.
Ron's mom died when he was born, and now he lives alon...
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Mesmerized by the stars that littered the night sky, Carl and Ron lay on the sand as the stared up. They held each other's hand and stayed quiet, listening to the sounds of the water and crickets.
"Carl?" Ron said softly, moving to look at his boyfriend. "Yeah?" Carl whispered, looking back at him.
"Can I ask you something and you'll be honest? Like one hundred percent?" He asked. "Yeah. I promise." Ron sighed, thinking of how to word his question.
"Why did you actually forgive me? Like.. I get that you liked me or whatever... like you thought I was cute, right? But I don't know how that's enough for you to love me. Do you know what I mean?" He tried his absolute best to explain his question
"I did think you were cute. I still do. But I always thought you were more than that, you know? I just wanted to get to actually know you and stuff. Then I fell in love with you. Although I thought you were really hot before we kissed and stuff. Obviously. Why else would I be hoping for you to come fuck me in the school bathroom?" He replied with a soft laugh at the end.
"Sooo... basically you were so fucking attracted to me that you didn't care how I had acted?" He asked, a bit confused. "No, not exactly. I am really attracted to you, obviously. But i thought the way you were acting wasn't really you. And I was right. It was just a.. front? I don't know. I knew it wasn't the real you. I knew there was a sweet boy in there somewhere. A boy I knew I was going to fall in love with." He explained before giving him a kiss.
"What if that was me? Technically it was. I said those things. I did that shit. Maybe i didn't believe any of it, but i still did and said it. There's no one else to blame but me. I'm not 'sweet.' I'm just a dick that somehow ended up with a boyfriend that I don't deserve." He said, clearly unhappy with himself.
"Sweetheart, don't talk about yourself like that. Going from bullying me to yourself isn't any better. Don't ever say you don't deserve me. That's not how love works. I love you... I want you. That's enough. You deserve good relationships no matter what you've done. Everyone deserves to be loved, right? And I love you so much. You deserve that." He ranted for a moment.
"I love you so much too." He replied, giving him a hug. "Can we go back to your house? I want... I want to, you know.. hang out." He said softly, implying a want for a sexually charged evening back at Ron's. "Yeah.. let's go." Ron agreed quickly, desperate for any sexual encounter with Carl.
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It was a thing Carl had spent an unholy amount of time thinking about. He had imagined it in many different situations and in a plethora of ways. All of them brought the same feelings of excitement and arousal. This thing was of course Ron's erection, which Carl now found was mere inches from his face.
