"See you at the games Freshman." (Maxley)

Ohhhhh they jelly...

Slight smut warning🥳
Fun fact: I wrote this on my plane back home

Bradley's POV:

Walking around the party was getting boring. Every party is the exact same. People come, smoke, get drunk, have sex, leave hung over. I knew everyone and I already said something snobby to Max, Tank was getting laid somehow. No idea as to who would fuck him. His stomachs so big it covers his already small dick, I've seen it in the locker rooms. Bet that girl is disappointed right now.

I wandered, drinking until I felt a little unbalanced.

As I looked around for some girl to flirt with to keep being seen as gay, I saw Max kissing some random girl. He had his hand up her shirt and their tongues were swirling around each other.

I don't know why, but I was a little jealous. Not of Max of course, but of the girl...
Wait.. if I'm jealous of the girl... and she's... getting fucked by Max.. then like..

Whatever, you know what I mean.
I marched up to my room, locking the door behind me and laying on my bed.

I kept thinking about that girl and Max..
The way he was touching her..
The way their tongues danced..

God I hated it.
I don't know why, but it made me hard.
God why do you do this to me..

And when your gay, getting hard over a guy and girl making out, you know it's not because of the girl...

I was hard over Max.

FUCK.

I shifted my pants down, spitting in my hand and slowly stroking myself.
I covered my face with my other hand, beyond embarrassed by this.
I'm laying here in my spare time and jerking off to the guy I hate the most.

And it's not even to like a fantasy of him or photo or nothin, just like... him. I don't understand it.

I sped up my hand, my face burning as I groaned to myself, disappointed.
I have to stop doing this, but I'm too deep into it now.
I sped up my hand, clenching my fist around my dick.
I started to think of Max, his dorky mullet like hair cut and gapped teeth and his way to many piercings. The way his cheeks are always rosey and his nose looks too big for his face and his vitiligo that spreads across his face and hands, and down his stomach. Sometimes I wonder how low it travels.
I think of the way I can see his happy trail when he lifts his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face at practice.

I reached for a box of tissues near me, covering my tip as my stomach tightening with pleasure as my breath caught and my back arched, my orgasim riding through of both shame and euphoria.

I shook softly as my body relaxed and I crumbled the tissue and tossed it off my bed, laying in my own post-but clarity for a solid five minutes.
I rubbed my face and took off the rest of my clothes, deciding to end my night in the shower.

Max's POV:

I went home early from the party after being so drunk I almost threw up on the girl I was making out with.
Bobby and Peej were still out, and I was gonna go to bed, until I started thinking about what Bradley said to me at the party.
"Hi Max," he smiled, "just wanted to let you know my shoes are starting to get really dirty; hope you enjoy cleaning those when you lose at the games."

God it was so dumb yet so snobby.
And the worst part is, I wasn't even mad at him. Like, something in me can't help but smile and laugh at it a bit... and some part can't help but get hard.

Fuck, as bad as it sounds, sometimes when I get wet dreams, they involve Bradley, and sometimes when I hook up with a guy, or sometimes even a girl, I close my eyes and imagine Bradley. I think it's some hate sex thing, but I really wanna just fuck the hell out of his snobby, rich, spoiled ass.
I hate his dumb, smug smile when he talks, I just wanna shove my dick in his mouth and stop him from talking.

I gotta jerk off..

I laid in my bed and pulled down my pants, immediately grabbing and squeezing my cock, trying to imagine his tight ass around it.
"Fuck," I moaned as I sped up, thinking of the way Bradley looked at me and the way I'd fuck him to shambles.
I want to hear him beg and moan and scream my name. I wanna see the way he cries as I fuck his brains out, from both pleasure and pain. I wanna smack him around a little and call him the slut he is and degrade him while praising him.
Tell him he's doing great and how pretty he is when he's a mess for me.

Cover him in kiss stains and leave his makeup running. I want his hair to be messed up, his nose running, his body covered in bite marks and hickeys.

"Oh fuck, come on~" I moaned as I picked up my pace, a knot forming in my stomach.
Trying to chase my high, I kept trying to think of what I'd do to him if I could.
Maybe use him like an ashtray and put my cigarettes out on him. Tie him to my bed and gag him, maybe drip hot wax on him while teasing him with ice.
I wanna make him bruise, cover him in lipstick, leave long scratch marks in his skin, pull his hair and bite his neck. I just wanna make him feel good.
Punish him when he's being a brat, reward him when he's being good, watch his face twist into bliss as he cums.

Speaking of cumming, I'm about to cum.
I bit my lip and thrusted into my hand, my back arching as rope after rope of cum shot onto my chest.
I was sweating lightly, my hair sticking to my face as drool leaked from my mouth, moaning and grunting loudly as my high played out.

"Oh god that's amazing." I laughed to myself as I looked at my mess, the cum all over my stomach and chest.
I'd love to make Bradley lick up a mix of his and my own mess.

After I thought that, something became abruptly clear to me.

I, Maximillion Middle-Name Goof, have a crush on Bradley Uppercrust the third...

You've got to be shitting me.

I looked down at my mess and covered my face with my hands.

"What the FUCCCCKKKKK?" I questioned myself as I yelled into my hands.

It's getting spicy in here
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