Chapter 3: Once Bitten, Twice Shy

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Austin walked into the men's room and saw Jayden standing quietly in the corner. If you didn't know to look there, you'd never have known that Jayden was there. It was the fourth time they'd met like this—all the way going back to those innocent times, the fourth time Jayden had relieved his stiffie of its magic, the fourth time he had spewed the briny white liquid that he thought of as nektar and Jayden saw as the price for feasting on him. Jayden pulled him by his waistband into the stall. As an upperclassman, he wasn't monitored as much as the freshmen and sophomores.

They heard the door open and someone screamed in, "Austin!?" Silence. "Austin? I know you're there, I saw you go in."

"Damn you, Bruce. Can't a man have a crap uninterrupted," Austin shouted back.

Some laughter ensued, followed by, "The Headmaster wants to see you and Jayden now! If you see Jayden on the way to his office, grab him. No one's seen him for at least two hours."

"Leave me the fuck alone, Bruce. If I see the twerp, I'll grab him on my way. Otherwise, you find the fucker. I don't know where he is! Jesus, Bruce!"

The door closed.

Austin looked down at Jayden as the latter undid Austin's belt, Austin's arms bracing against the walls of the stall. Austin was bloody horny and he needed the relief, something better than another with his hand, another round of partial pleasure in that black and white world of his. Wanking has its limits. Given what Jayden knew of Austin's family, he was hardly surprised that Austin's world was lots of black and lots of white--and few if any colors.  Then again, given what Jayden  know about his own family, his world should probably be black and white too. After all, Jaydin thought, my family's at least as fucked up as his. Neither one of ours knows that we're both faggots, both young pooftas, the ones every faggot seems to crave--smooth, firm, unblemished by time,  and white on the outside, and full of delicious white cream.

It wouldn't feel as good as that first time, Jayden knew. It never did, and Austin's face said as much. The mystery, the unknown of what it would feel like—buried in 10th grade. Their fourth blowie together. The privileges of 11th grade, Jayden chuckled as Austin's pants now dropped revealing the fullness of his briefs, the bulge clearly evident, his eyes burning holes in Jayden's head urging him on to finish quickly before anyone caught them. But this is my reward, Jayden thought, and I'll do it any damned way I want.

Jayden kissed Austin's briefs as the latter's breathing slowed, deepening. Jayden kissed Austin's briefs again, this time right over the bulge, the object of Jayden's interest, as he pulled down those briefs, releasing Austin's manhood from its self-imposed prison. Jayden saw the curly hair, the coarse rolled hair, untouched except for a circle of smooth skin around the base of Austin's penis.

Finally, Austin had listened to Jayden. Finally, he shaved that area. Finally, Jayden could take him all the way in while Jayden's lips touched that smoothness, freshly tended. No stubble. Jayden's nostrils took in Austin's musk as his balls hit Jayden's chin. Those balls looked full, and they hung nicely low. You are hung Austin, Jayden thought, though it's your balls that do so.

As Austin's penis dropped out of his briefs, Jayden pulled them down his legs. Where they landed Jayden couldn't have cared less. It was the white flesh peering out from the remaining forest of hair that captured his attention, the skin at its end folded upon itself, hiding its head. Like a turtle girding for battle, some stroking with his finger on the underside of Austin's penis, and that head would appear. Though Jayden had seen many uncircumcised boys in the locker room and he was certainly familiar with his own, he remained fascinated when he saw foreskin up close. As the mass of tissue stiffened, the folds began to disappear, and the ruby red head--aperfect helmet shaped end--began to make it appearance, submitting to Jayden's warm wet tongue, his wide accommodating mouth.

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