BoyxBoy One-Shots

Just. Fuck. Sorry. Had an idea. Had to write. Here. I hope I emotionally stressed you in the slightest.

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Sex isnt something that I usually think about. Which is generally quite shocking to most, since I happen to be a guy. But currently, being pressed into the bed and chest of Colton Raines, there isn't anything else on my mind. His tongue is furiously scalvaging my mouth. He has no rhythm. Maybe if I turn on some jazz, he'd get in sync with it. Would that ruin the moment? Probably. His hands run up and down my chest, occasionally stopping to massage my nipple. Can't deny that felt good. But really, why is he so quick about it. It's not like he has something better to do. Thus the fact he called me over.

The best thing though is his harden member, pressed up and grinding against mine. I can honestly say, he's the best at that. I've been with enough people, (both guys and girls) to know some people go buck wild when grinding. It's honestly a turn-off.

But Colton knows what he's doing. He takes time into every grind pressing hard, but moving smoothely. As my arousal grows, painfully so, I can tell Colton is at his brim aswell. I expect him to come soon, he usually does around this time. His eyes are fluttering, a sign that he's about to let go. But what I don't expect is his hand to dive into my boxers, and grab my dick.

He runs his thumb over the tip. I gasp and moan simeltaneously, knowing this is it. My body jerks upward. Colton groans, and pulls me out of my pants as I unload onto his shirt. Trying to restore my breath, I feel Colton, long and rock hard against my thigh, he grinds once more. His body jerks into mine, his head by my shoulder he screams. Ow, my ear. I can feel the orgasm rocking through his body. Mostly beacause he's spasaming on top of me. Once he's done he rolls off of me into the bed.

We lay there a minute or two, just breathing. I swear I hear him whimper once. What, did orgasming 'hurt you'? He turns on his side and looks at me. I do the same. I look down at his shirt. I see the mess I made. Well thats not coming out soon. I sit up, grab my shirt from the side and slip it on. I slide out of the bed and pull my pants back up, as I stand up. I slip each foot into a shoe and look back at him. I see Colton is now siting up. His hair disheveled. He opens his mouth to say something. But I beat him to it.

"Sorry about your shirt." He looks down at his shirt, then back at me. I nod and make my way out.

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Learning is not something I do in school. I usually sit and think. About anything. Usually stuff that could happen at that very moment. I've been caught before, but since I mostly can get caught up by just looking at the board, I don't regularly get in trouble.

The only thing I like about it is I get a new enviroment to think in every forty-five minutes. Except for Gym. I have no choice but to pay attention. It really irks me.

After gym, I begin to remove my uniform. As I slip on my pants, I notice my phone isn't in my pocket. I search around for it. I drop my shirt on the bench. Walking around now. I walk into the bathroom where only a single shower was running.

Showering is one of the best things ever. You can sit while all of the days filfth washes off of you. Its warm and you can think for hours, without noticing the water run cold. I walk towards the shower only to notice my phone in the soap dish. And who other than the Colton Raines flexing about, chest full of bubbles.

"Looking for something?"

A repeat of two weeks ago happens, and I'm mercilessly fucked into the shower walls.

As we're changing he speaks up.

"Hey, wanna go out for pizza or something?" He asks while tying his shoes. I look at him as I grab a bag to put my wet clothes in.

"Why would I do that?" He looks at me, eyes slightly widening. The look of hurt. I zip up my backpack.

He takes a small breath.

"Yeah." He says softly as he lets it out.

I shut my locker, and make my way home.

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Once I get home, I drop my backpack on the ground. My stomach growls. Without a thought, I walk into the kitchen and pick up the phone.

I order a pizza.

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