Pretending To Be Gay 14

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Chapter 14: Prom, Part 2

Just when I was about to go down on him, I saw Rob down the hall, turning a corner.

"Oh shit, there he is!" I whispered. Miles turned to look and caught him just as he disappeared. We jogged down the hall to find him, and when we turned the corner, we saw a bathroom door closing. We looked at each other, and walked in.

We didn't see anyone when we walked in, just a closed stall. Realizing we should just wait outside, we turned to leave, only to stop when we heard some curious noises. The wet rhythmic slap of skin on skin echoed faintly. He was clearly beating off in there. His breath picked up, ragged and uneven, punctuated by little mutters like he was trying to talk himself through it. I even heard the squeak of the toilet seat shifting under his weight, and the faint thud of his fist against the stall wall as he picked up the pace. Then, suddenly, it sounded like he was crying, little whimpers coming every few seconds.

Miles and I looked at each other, half-panicked, half-curious. I looked at Miles with a raised eyebrow, and he raised his back at me. We didn’t even need words, having developed some telepathy at this point. We started to put two and two together, and I got a gut feeling.

Miles and I crept closer to the stall, and I gambled it all as I knocked lightly on the stall door. “Rob.” Silence. Then his breathing shifted like he was upset. “Rob, come on. You can talk to us.”

The door creaked open a crack. His face was red, his eyes wide. His tuxedo jacket was hanging on the stall door, and his shirt was untucked. His defined jawline framed his handsome face especially well in this lighting, even through a puffy, red face of an upset guy.

"What do you guys want?" he asked, voice shaky.

I held my hands up a little. "Do you wanna talk? We’re not here to mess with you."

Rob swallowed, still clearly half hard in his tuxedo pants, his chest rising and falling. After a long pause he said quietly, hesitantly, "Okay..."

"What's going on, man?"

He spoke slowly. "I think… I'm gay." 

"Oh shit," Miles said.

I put a comforting hand on Rob's back as he sat on the toilet seat and looked down at his shiny, black dress shoes.

"I think I was just jealous of you guys. I wanted what you had. I've had one girlfriend but she sucked. I think I might like men."

We sat there, partly feeling bad for Rob and partly relieved that we were probably not going to be in trouble for anything, as he rambled on for a couple minutes about his entire life and all the expectations his family put on him and how he feared for his "eternal soul" and all that. 

He finally stopped with a long exhale, and said, "I just wish I had what you guys have."

Rob put a hand on my thigh, then looked over to Miles, and rubbed the back of his hand along his hefty bulge.

Miles glanced at me, then back at him. "You can share what we have right now."

Rob looked torn, but he didn’t back away when I stepped in closer. His shirt hung partially open, showing off the thick muscles in his chest and arms. He had the frame of a real athlete, wide shoulders tapering down to a lean waist. He stood up, and his pants were already partially undone, and Miles slowly dropped them down to his ankles. Rob's cock was flushed and red, hanging heavy with fat balls beneath it. His ass looked firm and round, and it was big.

I got down on my knees, looking up at him, while Miles put a hand on his back, steadying him as the last of his guard came down. He put a tentative hand on my head and ran a finger through my hair around my ear.

He looked ashamed, but desperate as his cock throbbed, fully hard in seconds after I started looking up at him. Rob whispered, “This is wrong,” but his cock told another story as it pointed at my face, pulsing like it had its own heartbeat.

"That's what makes it fun," Miles said as he kissed his neck and slid a hand down to grope his ass firmly.

I took his raging boner into my mouth and swirled my tongue, feeling his body flinch with the sensation of his first blowjob. I savored tasting the salt and sweat and a new guy's pre-cum. Miles pulled off Rob’s shirt slowly as he let his arms back to make it easier for him. Miles kissed down his back and got to his ass. He spread his cheeks and dove in with his tongue.

Rob gripped the stall divider so tightly it shook. His body moved on its own, twitching sporadically as his breathing turned ragged. He gasped hard, then let out a muffled moan that he tried to cover with his hand, but it slipped out anyway. His thighs trembled against my face as I deep throated him with the skills I had developed all year on Miles' monster cock. I could feel his hardness twitch inside my throat when I held it there, swelling even harder at times. 

I held his hips, until I slid my hands back to Miles' head and pulled him tight into Rob's hole, which also pushed Rob's cock harder into my throat. I kissed his pubes while my lips wrapped tightly around the base of his shaft. My gag reflex was having a good day, and I literally used my throat muscles to swallow and massage his cock. I was giving my A-game, celebrating that we weren't going to get in trouble, and just every other beautiful thing in my life right now. 

After probably five minutes of gold-star treatment, Rob suddenly let out a desperate, guttural sound, almost like a laugh and a muffled whimper as his whole frame went rigid. His hips bucked forward and he couldn’t hold back anymore. I grabbed his big nuts and yanked them down as he exploded in my throat, pulse after pulse, his body trembling uncontrollably as I swallowed him down. I kept steady, a hand on his thigh to hold him in place, feeling the raw force of him as he came apart completely and let out his load.

When he was done squirting drops of cum in my mouth, he looked wrecked. I pulled off of him, and watched as he tucked his still raging boner into his pants. He zipped up quietly, eyes down.

“Don’t tell anyone,” he muttered. His voice was shaky, but there was something grateful in it too. He looked at us both and said, “Just… be careful. Don’t get caught in the showers again.” Then he slipped out of the bathroom and was gone.

Miles and I stood and leaned against the stall wall, trying to process what had just happened. We started laughing. We had turned our biggest threat into part of the secret. It felt surreal.

After we caught our breaths, Miles suddenly reached for my head and pulled me in to shove his tongue in my mouth. Our hands immediately went to each other's bodies. The celebration continued as we embraced each other and pulled off each other's pants. I dropped to my knees and stuffed his giant cock into my warmed up throat. I held his ass and spun him around to eat him out. His ass was beautiful, like the statue of David. He started to moan, and when he was soaked in my spit and loosened up from my tongue, I stood up and shoved it inside him. The tension and pleasure and thrills of the night all came to a climax and I was jizzing before I even got all the way inside. I pressed forward slowly, ejaculating into his ass already, as I felt an amazing orgasm peak just as I got balls deep into his luscious ass. I paused briefly, barely taking a breath before I pulled out of him, turned around and stuck my ass out. 

"Fuck me," I said breathlessly.

My horniness didn't fade at all, even though I just came, and I was still loose from the dance floor. He spit down onto his large cock and slowly slipped inside me again. He turned my head back to make out with him as he humped me to the thumping sounds of the distant music elsewhere in the building. I jerked off and came again onto the stall wall about the time he finished inside me, moaning into my mouth. We continued to make out for a couple minutes in the stall when we heard some people come in. We got our clothes back on, letting ourselves keep a little stank on us due to lack of other options. The guys peeing at the urinal didn’t even look back at us as we exited the stall together and washed up in the sink.

Back on the dance floor, the night rolled on.

We danced, we talked with everyone. We fielded a few questions about our relationship, which was fun. Then some random dude, some girl’s date, looked at Landon and Greg slow-dancing together, and yelled into her ear, over the music, “Why is this school so woke? Half the guys here are gay now!” His tone was pure douchebag, and I turned and grimaced at him. A few jaws dropped in his vicinity, and he looked somewhat ashamed that people had heard him, but also a bit defiant.

Miles didn’t miss a beat, and walked up to him. “There are like six hundred straight people here tonight, and maybe five and a half gays. You’re a piece of shit.” Then he smacked the guy in the balls and walked back to me. The guy doubled over, and everyone around us cracked up. I laughed so hard I couldn’t breathe. That was Miles, always able to turn it back around, even if it took a little bit of violence. The dude looked torn down as he walked away with his date. We didn't see him again that night.

Brittany walked over to me at one point, pulling me aside. I looked at Miles with wide eyes, and almost refused to go with her, as I was happy that I had somehow avoided all interaction with her for months now, but she seemed sober and sincere. She looked nervous, like she had rehearsed something.

“I wanted to say sorry,” she said succinctly. “For everything earlier this year. I was desperate for someone to like me back, and I went about it the wrong way.”

I nodded. “Yeah. And to be honest I lied at first because you were annoying me, and that wasn’t fair either.”

She smiled weakly. “Joey’s been good to me. I’m happy now.” I glanced over at Joey, who waved at me with his goofy grin. I laughed and waved back. It felt like closure.

"Sure thing," I said, not sure what to say about that mess. She turned to walk back to him, but I stopped her.

"Actually," I said, and she turned back. "I should honestly thank you. I don't know if I would've ended up with Miles if it weren't for you badgering me. In a weird way."

She just smiled, almost confused, and nodded, before going back to Joey and taking his hand.

The night wound down, and we had already decided that we would pick an afterparty later, if we went to one at all. We hung around the roulette table and threw down our fake money they gave us to play with, wondering why this was a thing at proms. I guessed it was so we could feel more like adults, like a rite of passage. The lights were dimmed and about a third of the people had gone. Couples were slow dancing, teachers were yawning, and we knew it was almost over. Miles pulled me close, our foreheads touching, and said, “We should talk about next year.”

We had both gotten into a few East Coast schools, and I had been nervous about whether we’d end up apart. I asked, “Which one are you thinking?”

“Let’s say it on three,” he said. “One, two, three—”

We both said the same school. Our jaws dropped, and then we started laughing. “No way,” I said. “We’re doing this together.”

“Yeah,” he said, eyes shining. “Together.”

Prom ended with us walking out under the balloon arch again, this time hand in hand. It wasn’t just a school dance, rather it had been kind of a turning point. Rob was resolved, at least for now, Brittany was firmly out of the picture, Landon and Greg were officially a couple, and Miles and I had our future lined up. It felt like maybe we had everything under control. Part of me knew that wasn’t true. But for that night, it was enough.