Josh is the kid in school with a very poor family. They can barely afford food and his clothes are either very old or very cheap. He has only one friend, 'cause the others prefer bullying him over befriending him. He wants to make his parents proud...
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"So, frotting, hm?" Dallon whispered to Josh as he wiggled his eyebrows. Josh groaned and hid his face in his hands.
"Please Dallon, let it go", Josh pleaded.
"No, we need to talk about stuff like that if something like that happens! Were you even planning on telling me?" Dallon asked.
"Maybe not..." Josh mumbled. Dallon gave him a shove, almost pushing Josh off his chair.
"Dude!" Josh said as he looked at Dallon.
"Asshole", Dallon rolled his eyes.
"You're lucky you're my best friend and I love you", Josh sighed. Dallon smirked. "I know. I love you too", he said.
"Still wanna know how it happened", Dallon pressed on.
"Dal- okay you're not gonna leave me alone until I tell you anyways", Josh sighed. "Exactly", Dallon smiled.
"So, we already, y'know, saw each other in our underwear when we changed to clothes to sleep in", Josh started. "And well, after he dyed my hair, we decided to watch a movie. We both didn't know what it was about, it was some movie Pete recommended Tyler", Josh explained.
"Pete?" Dallon questioned. "One of his friends", Josh told him. Dallon hummed in understanding.
"So in this movie, there was a gay couple, and they started making out and stuff, and it got more sexual, and Tyler was like "they're hot, this is hot" and I didn't say anything 'cause I could myself... Y'know, you get it", he mumbled. Dallon hummed. He was gonna answer seriously and not like it was awkward or a joke, 'cause he knew it'd make Josh feel bad.
"So apparently, Tyler had the same problem. And he started touching himself, like, through his clothes, after he discovered that we both had the same problem. So I was, y'know, uncomfortably crossing and shifting my legs, and he pushed them down, so I couldn't hide it anymore. And he touched me through my sweatpants and asked if I needed help, and I didn't answer again, but I didn't stop him either. So he put his hand in my sweatpants and boxers and he started touching me. He asked it again, I said yes, he told me to take off my shirt and he took off his boxers, and then he got on top of me after pulling my clothes down, and he started to kiss and lick and softly bite my neck, and I almost died. And then he started doing... That, and yeah... That's what happened. And it was such a beautiful sight 'cause he has this really cool mysterious tattoos on his chest and arms and no one knows what they mean except for him, and he sat on top of me, naked, only wearing those white over the knee socks and this beautiful black kimono with pink roses and it looked so good on him and I might be explaining this with way too much details", Josh muttered, burying his face in his hands again.
