All The Way to 7th State

Big G a y

Gay.

That's how he would describe himself.

Utterly and hopelessly gay for a certain friend. That said friend was currently ordering their meals. It was a last minute decision that they would spend the day together out of their homes--together and alone.

It wasn't right. His feelings for his childhood friend was wrong. It's been like this ever since he found himself masturbating to a photo of his dear friend a few years ago. Often, he would find himself staring at the others lips, his slender waist that he would dream to have his arms wrapped around them, his lanky legs that made him tall-- they were perfect and all he wanted to do was run his hands through that soft looking skin. His eyes would wander to his ass and sometimes his crotch-- oh how he wanted to see and feel his length in his hands or even in his mouth--

"Dj," a familiar voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Looking up, he found himself staring right into those beautiful Amber eyes. It took everything in him to not lunge at him and kiss him breathless.

The others eyebrows furrow as if he was waiting for something. Wait, did he ask something?

"W-what?" Dj's voice came out a bit raspy.

"I asked if you were feeling alright."

Totally, I totally wasn't thinking about sucking you dry for about 4 minutes.

"Yep." Was all he managed to choke out.

The other didn't seem convinced, but thankfully didn't pry any further. His best friend, Jorge, was the only person who seemed to understand him. It was nice, his presence always seemed to calm his frantic nerves.

As usual, they ate in content silence; Dj couldn't bring himself to pry his gaze away from Jorge's lips. The way he licked them after every bite of his burrito made his throat dry and his panties uncomfortably tight.

Oh. He was hard. Well... F u c k.

His skirt didn't help his situation at all, the bulge between his legs was nearly visible to everyone and their mothers. Oh god, why him?

He tried not to look too suspicious once his trembling hands reached in his purse for his phone, nearly dropping it from how shaky his hands were. Quickly, he opened Snapchat and clicked on the third chat he had. He didn't need to even look twice at the names anymore. He already knew where who's chat was.

7:16 p.m
Cheese: H e l p
Cheese: P l e a s e

A painful minute passed by.

7:18
Leo: W h a t
Leo: You're ruining my beauty sleep.
Cheese: C o d e R o c k
Cheese: I R e p e a t
Cheese: C o d e R o c k

7:21
Leo: OHMYAHSJJAAJSH
Leo: How do you even get hard eating a burrito? You horny c u n t.

Ouch.

Cheese: I take pride.
Leo: Yeah, Gay Pride.
Cheese: Just please be my night and shining armor and get your fine ass over here.
Leo: G r o s s
Leo: Idk. I wanna see you suffer.
Cheese: I'll buy you candles.
Leo: IM ON MY WAY

With that, he turned off his phone and placed it back into his pink purse. Okay, it'll be alright. He just had to wait a while longer and--

"WHATTHEFLYWJW--" Dj sputtered out. Jorge was now shirtless. SHIRTLESS. When the fuck did he take off his shirt-- No, why the fuck did he take it off-- and oh my god his slightly visible abs were like water in a desert.