Pretending To Be Gay 08

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Chapter 8: Nude Art

One afternoon Miles surprised me with something different, his art. Miles was actually really artistic. I always knew that he “liked” woodshop, but he never really talked about all the artistic hobbies he was into. 

After one class we stayed behind in the classroom after the teacher had left. Miles and I and a few other buddies, including Joey, Greg, this guy named Eric, and a few others were just sitting around since it was morning break. Miles pulled out a sketchbook filled with drawings he wanted to show me. He flipped through a few pages while I looked closely, surprised at how detailed the sketches were. The other guys just sort of half looked. I caught a glimpse of one page that showed a naked girl, but he flipped past it quickly.

“Wait, what was that?” I said, grabbing the pages to turn back to it.

“Wait,” he said, putting his hands on the sketchbook to stop me. 

I just smiled at him. “What was that?”

“Nothing,” he said, but his face turned red. The other guys were watching now. I just smiled. I didn’t normally see him embarrassed about anything, but I guess personal hobbies that include nude art represent something that can make anyone blush.

Joey pushed him. “C’mon dude, let’s see it. Is it hot?”

He lowered his head and opened the sketchbook to one shocking doodle that he had done during class: two naked ladies grinding on a dude’s giant cock together. It was actually hot. He had turned it into a four panel comic where they fuck him and make him cum on their large tits. The guys all laughed, but Joey had some gooner mentality.

“That’s actually hot,” he said as he adjusted his crotch in his basketball shorts. I watched him lick his pink lips as his athletic body sort of sprang to life. 

“I need to borrow this,” he said. Miles just shook his head, but tore it out of the sketchbook and handed it to him wordlessly. Joey was out the door of the classroom in seconds. Miles and I laughed and kept looking through the notebook. There were some really good sketches of buildings, flowers, and some more human anatomy drawings. He was really good at drawing the ass.

Miles flipped to a page of a bunch of practice drawings of a nude male form. Now that one was pretty sexy. It included ass and a generous big dick. 

“Is that a self portrait?” Eric asked, laughing. We all joined in and chuckled a bit while we looked the page over. 

“These are so good,” I said. I was so impressed, even a bit jealous of his skills. “What was the source material?”

“Internet pics,” Miles muttered, sort of embarrassed to say it in front of a bunch of guys. "And... pics of myself."

“Ha,” Eric said, “gay.” We chuckled at that. Greg was eyeballing the page pretty closely. Somewhat subtly, Miles tore off the page, and sort of just set it in front of Greg. A silent, you can keep this if you want. Greg just laughed along with the other guys.

But, when the guys started to filter out of the room, Greg turned to leave with them, only to turn around at the last second, running back to Miles to grab the page and shove it into his pocket. I snorted in laughter as he booked it out of the room to rejoin the broey group of guys. 

Miles started to pack up his notebook as we stood up to get ready to go to our next class, when Joey came back after only being gone for less than three minutes, and he was holding Miles’ sketch, slightly crumpled. He placed it in front of Miles on the desk and then left the room again without a word. I looked down and saw a wet spot on the page. 

“You know that’s his jizz,” I told Miles. He just looked at it and grimaced.

—[]—

In the hallway, Miles and I took the long way to the annexes where our next classes were. 

“I can’t believe Joey just jerked off spontaneously like that,” I said.

Miles released a nervous laugh, “Well, it could’ve been worse.” I just looked at him curiously.

“So,” Miles said, “did I ever tell you I used to be friends with Joey?”

“No…?” I said hesitantly, an implied who the fuck cares in my voice.

“We were jerk buds,” he said plainly. Then looked at me with a nervous smile.

I started laughing. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he said, “He goes full gooner mode. And I told you I always liked jerking off with friends.”

“That’s… kinda cool I guess… Was it fun?”

“Yeah, I mean, it’s awesome. Before I started hanging with you it was like the best sexual experience I had. It’s what made me open minded to guys in general when we first started hanging out. It wasn’t even gay back then either. I mean, we jerked each other off sometimes, but it was just like, part of the fun. He likes the freakiest porn. And I just like doing anything taboo.”

“Yeah… ok…,” I said, trying to adjust my growing boner.

“So, yeah,” he said, “I’ve seen worse than this.” He gestured to the crumpled page he was holding up with Joey’s jizz spot on it. 

“But we stopped when he thought it was too gay,” he said, “but like, I think he would do it again. Look how wild he gets just seeing my sketches.”

“Well your sketches are like super good dude. I thought they were hot too,” I said.

He chuckled. “Yeah, thanks. I get horny and like to draw that shit sometimes.”

I thought about it, and Joey did have a nice body. I’ve seen flashes of him naked and showered at the same time as him before. I wondered what his dick was like hard, but not enough to ask. He was a freak, pussy obsessed gooner. I didn’t blame him. But it would take a lot for me to wanna jerk off with him. 

—[]—

At lunch, I started asking Miles more about his art.

“What else do you draw?” I asked him when he was done swallowing his burrito in like two bites.

“Um, I mostly showed you the gist of it. I do carvings though in woodshop.”

“Oh yeah, you should show me those sometime,” I said.

“How about now?”

I smiled. “Ok.” 

He took me into the woodshop room. He had a locker for himself in the back, and pulled out a few carved shapes and human subjects, mostly feminine forms.

“Have you done any male forms?” I asked.

He paused. “Umm, I’ve done a couple, but they’re not done yet.”

“Can I see them anyway?” I asked, smiling. I didn’t want to push him, but I did enjoy watching him squirm a tiny bit.

“Ok…” he said, but I could tell he was apprehensive. “I don’t know if you’ll like it.”

I got a little nervous. What could offend me from a wooden statue?

He reached into the back of the locker, and slowly pulled out a small wooden statuette, turned and held it in front of me in his hand. Tentatively, almost shaking. My jaw dropped.

It was me. 

The detail was insane, down to the curve of my stomach and the way my hair fell. My nose, my lips. It was plain that he had used a dozen different photos of me at different angles, or else he has just memorized me by this point. “Dude that’s…” I didn’t know what to say. 

I finally blurted out, “I’m gonna cry, dude, that’s like, so awesome of you.” I couldn’t even put my feelings into words, but I loved it more than I could explain.

“I’m still trying to make it right,” he said.

“Dude, it’s… so good,” I said, my throat starting to burn. I was choking up.

Then he pulled out a statue of himself he’d also made. He set them next to each other on the display table, and it looked like two grooms at the top of a wedding cake. 

Something in me burst. I felt my eyes sting, then a wave of emotion flushed through my body. I held him tight.

“It’s really cool,” I said, trying not to get choked up further. “I love it.” Miles wasn’t as emotional as me, but he saw that I was having a reaction. I could tell he had put so much work into the thing, especially the face. I had never cried from something not sad before. I turned and hugged him, burying my face into his neck, holding him tightly.

After a minute of holding each other tight and letting me have a moment, the inevitable happened. Of course, Miles being Miles, he broke the tension by picking up the statues and moving mine on top of his, like I was fucking him from behind. My throat suddenly felt less tense and we both cracked up laughing. I wiped my eyes, notably not embarrassed. I was having an emotional response I wasn't expecting, but the overall sensation in my body was a deep affection for Miles. I didn't even recognize it. It was unfamiliar. It was a mix of the feeling of Christmas morning and the feeling of being insanely attracted to someone, grateful that he was in my life.

He kept pushing the statues into dumb, sexual poses until we both started to get hard, then our laughter quickly turned into embracing each other which turned into making out. The flip switched inside me. And we rapidly sank into our horniness.

In seconds I was on my knees, yanking down his pants and bobbing fast on his massive cock, jerking him to the tip in time with my mouth massaging as much of his shaft as I could. I loved how my fingers didn’t touch when I held his thickness. It was so different from mine. So much better. His size stretched my jaw as usual, but I pushed through, wanting to prove I could take more each time we did this. I noted how much I loved the taste of the head of his cock. It was the core of his musky manliness. The taste of sweat and balls and pre-cum mixed on my tongue, and it motivated me even further to pleasure him as much as I could. Part of me just wanted to remind him how much he meant to me, like showing him I’d do anything for him, and the other half was in zombie mode, chasing the thrill of being reckless and turned on in the middle of school. He held my head down with both hands, groaning, his hips twitching like he was right on the edge already.

Miles made noises I didn’t even recognize, pushing on the back of my head. "Get me ready to fuck," he said between breaths. "I want your ass so bad. That feels so good." Hearing him say that made me suck harder, grunting into his shaft, working my mouth over his shaft until my jaw ached. He knew what turned me on at this point, and we were leaning harder into it every time we got horny.

“Ok,” he said and stood up, lifting me by my armpits and pressing me onto my back on a desk and lifting my legs. He grabbed the waistband of my pants and abruptly pulled them to expose my ass, leaving them about mid thigh. My hard cock spilled out and left a streak of pre-cum on my shirt. He pressed his wet cock into me quickly, and I marveled at how good I was getting at taking it. Our bodies fit together perfectly now.

We were getting good at inventing new positions to fit the situation wherever we were. At one point I was sitting backwards on him, bouncing up and down, cramped in a student desk like a makeshift reverse cowgirl. He gripped my hips hard, muttering, "I can’t believe we’re doing this in a classroom." It was even more risky because teachers came into these rooms all the time, and the risk of getting caught only made it hotter.

Right when I thought I was about to make him cum by bouncing on him, he suddenly asked me to fuck him. It caught me off guard. Sure, I’d thought about it, but I honestly figured I’d just let him rail me for the rest of my life. 

“Uh… sure,” I said, my heart pounding. I’d never done it for real, not even with girls, only one half-assed anal penetration when I bent Greg over in the bathroom the other day. But this was Miles, and he wanted it.

We shifted positions, and I pushed into him, shaky and almost ready to blow right away. I was just finding a rhythm when the classroom door swung open. Joey walked in backward, talking to someone in the hall. He spun around mid-sentence and froze. His eyes landed right on Miles’ bare ass as we scrambled to cover up.

“Woah, what the fuck?” he said.

I stammered, trying to come up with some excuse, but words didn’t come to me. 

“You’re… gay,” Joey said slowly, looking at Miles.

“Bi,” Miles said with a chuckle.

“Ok, heartstopper,” Joey smirked. “Sorry for intruding.” He grabbed a folder of papers off the teacher’s desk, apparently what he had come in for. And just before he left, I blurted out, “nothing you haven’t seen before.” 

I found myself smirking at him as he turned abruptly to look at me with a shit-eating grin. He looked at Miles, his eyes saying, I can’t believe you told him about that. We all started laughing, before Joey just shook his head and stepped out of the room.

Miles and I stared at each other, still a bit out of breath from the sex and also the fear. “We gotta stop doing it at school,” I said. “That could’ve been a teacher.”

“So what if it was?” Miles smirked.

“Shut the fuck up,” I said, slapping his ass. I braced myself, knowing what was coming. He lunged and tackled me to the floor, tickling me until I was screaming with laughter. Having both been blue balled, the tickling quickly devolved into making out and humping each other again. He crept down, slipped my dick out of my pants, and blew me while he jerked off, making it quick after the scare we had already had. He groaned and squirted a big load onto the shiny wooden floor beneath us, while I looked down and watched my dick pulse in his mouth. He let my dick flop down onto my thigh as he looked up at me and smiled. He kept eye contact while gulped down my load with a look of joy on his face. I watched his throat flex as he took me inside of him. He really was a beautiful guy. His porcelain skin against his full, pink lips looked perfect when he was horny. We snapped back to reality and got up. We had to go.

“We really do have to be more careful,” I said as we were cleaning ourselves up with a random shop rag. 

“I agree, but also like…” he said, “it’s so fun.”

As we walked out of the woodshop building, of course Greg was standing like twenty feet away and playing on his phone. He looked up and furrowed his brow when he saw us. “What were you guys doing in there?”

Miles and I just smiled.

Greg’s jaw dropped. “I missed it??”

—[]—

After the last class, the hallway was almost empty, and I found Miles at his locker. We stayed behind for a minute to chat before he had to go to swim practice. He leaned against the cool metal of a locker, his eyes on me with yet another sort of mischievous grin. He said he thought he wanted to try writing.

“I’ll start by writing… this.” He gestured at the two of us.

“Write our story? Who would read it?” I asked, leaning in closer, lowering my voice.

“All the gooners on the internet for one,” he chuckled.

“A bunch of internet guys are gonna jerk off to what we’ve done.” The words felt wild to even say out loud in public.

Miles had a sparkle in his eye. I knew his biggest kink was always this loose concept of “other guys jerking off.”

He throbbed instantly in his jeans, and I grabbed his giant shaft through the denim. I squeezed it hard. I didn't even stroke him, just held him tightly. I leaned into his ear, touching my face to his soft cheek. “You’re Gooner bait. You’re gonna make so many guys empty their sperm tanks.”

He grunted, his body shuddered, and he looked down at my hand as he came in his pants right there in the hallway.

I looked down in shock, holding his dick while it pulsed in my hand. I put the other hand on his hip. “Wow.”

“I just came,” he muttered quietly, as the wet spot started to form on his crotch.

“I know,” I said, “I felt it.”

He started to chuckle when he came down from the sensations. I started laughing too. Soon we were laughing hard. I’m not even sure what was so funny, it just was.

“I gotta,” he said between giggles, “go to practice.” We finally settled down and started to separate, but I turned back and grabbed his arm, pulling him into me. He looked at me sort of surprised, and I pulled his head down into a kiss.