Pretending To Be Gay 07

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Chapter 7: Bathroom Buddies

Over the next few days, Miles and I leaned into the act like it was a running dare. We weren’t exactly walking down the hall holding hands, but he’d drape his arm across my shoulders or hook me in with his elbow while we talked between classes. At lunch I’d lean into him without caring who saw. Greg always seemed to be around, subtly egging us on. He’d text me random stuff like “do it again” or send a snap from down the hall, no caption, just a zoomed in pic of Miles’ arm around my waist. It felt like we were playing along with his dares, but in the process it was becoming more real, like we were just a normal couple.

Greg started popping up more and more around school. Not like he was stalking us, but it felt like every time we turned a corner there he was. He’d be with his bros, laughing, talking trash, acting like the straightest dude in the world, but the second our eyes met he’d smirk or throw me a wink. It was like we had a secret nobody else knew about. Miles felt the same way. We couldn’t look at Greg the same after what happened in the showers. Whenever our eyes locked, I’d get this dumb grin or laugh under my breath, remembering everything we’d done. He kept his guy’s guy act with his crew, but under it all he was in on our inside joke, and we all knew it.

One day, Greg stopped to chat with me at my locker. As usual, he snuck up and stuck his blonde head between me and the door of my locker to surprise me. There was a big shit-eating grin on his face, unprovoked, and he chuckled at having startled me.

"Sup, dude?" he said loudly.

I looked around like what the fuck, and just said, "Hey Greg."

Looking at him, all I thought about was the public sex and jerking it and all that horny stuff, and it was obvious that was all that he could think about as well. But we couldn't talk about it in the hallway. Instead he literally talked about movies that were coming out, and I was almost laughing at how dumb the topic of conversation was. He adjusted his crotch a couple times.

Down the hall, I saw Miles' tall frame coming. Awesome. I half smiled just thinking about seeing him again. But then, before he even saw me, he turned and went into the bathroom. I hatched an idea. "I gotta piss," I said, but I couldn't stop a nervous smile from forming.

Even though it wasn't an invitation, Greg said, "yeah... me too," and started to follow me.

I went into the bathroom and saw Miles at the urinal. There were a couple other guys peeing or in the stalls, and I just went to the urinal two down from Miles. I turned my head to look at him and he looked back and smiled when he saw it was me. He gave me a silent nod, as guys don't usually talk in bathrooms, but then he raised his eyebrows when he saw Greg walk in behind me and use the next urinal down. The bell rang just then, and none of us zipped up. We waited for the other guys to leave and pretended to keep peeing.

When we were alone, I glanced over at Greg. He was smiling big and wiggling his dick at us and already hard. I hadn't seen it hard before, and I started laughing. It was juicy and thick. He dropped his pants to his ankles, and I laughed and did the same. I looked back to Miles who was half rolling his eyes and half laughing. He dropped his pants too, revealing his giant hog that was half hard already. The three of us looked like idiots, our pants at our ankles and our shirts still on, and getting hard and helicoptering our dicks. It was sort of an unspoken dare of oneupsmanship. Our dicks and balls were flopping around as we messed around and it was fun.

Greg grinned and said, "You two should do more than just stand there and jerk it." He leaned against the wall, eyes on us as he held his thick hog by the base, pointing it forward in the air. "Come on, actually do something with each other. I wanna see it."

Miles glanced at me, clearly ready to go for it. I just shrugged. He turned around and showed me his ass, one of my favorite things in the world at that point.

I got on my knees, my hands spreading him open, and I buried my face between his cheeks. He laughed at first, trying to steady himself against the shiny tile wall, then he let out a shaky groan and leaned forward as I stuck my tongue into him. I was instantly in the zone, and I ate his ass like I’d been waiting to do it, my tongue moving deeper while I stroked myself with one hand. I loved tasting him at different times of the day, with different levels of his natural scent built up. He had showered that morning, but it was probably three hours of pure Miles on my face at that point. I  pressed his lower back and bent him over more, my grip on his hip tighter, and I reached down to start milking him with both hands while I shoved my face repeatedly into his ass. His heavy cock twitched hard in my palm, but I paused and didn’t let him finish, just enjoying his gasping and groaning and the way his hole tensed on my tongue every time he got close to the edge.

Greg crouched down beside me, his eyes locked on my increasinly skilled rimjob. He was way too close, practically breathing on us, but he couldn’t look away. My raging hard on and my butt cheeks were hanging out the whole time, and he was alternating staring at my crotch and Miles'.

Miles surprised me and spun around suddenly to shove his heavy cock at my face. He grabbed the back of my head and pressed against my lips, humping my mouth like he couldn’t help himself as soon as he penetrated. It was aggressive, messy, and I loved it. I guess that was what I deserved for edging him so hard. Soon he was stretching my throat, something I'd never fully accomplished with him before. It hurt, but sort of in a good way. It was a pleasant stretch, and I fought off a gag every time he went further. My throat was basically a virgin, and tight as hell, but I took it. My face was hot, and my body flushed red. The more control he took, the more turned on I got. My cock was so hard it ached, throbbing with every thrust into my face. I was subtly aware that someone could walk in any time, but Miles taking this level of control was sort of new, and I couldn't really find the reasoning within myself to tamper his newly found dominance. The fear was actually making it better.

Greg leaned closer, almost in disbelief, his hand pumping faster as he watched Miles take it out on my face.  Spit and throat juices trailed down my chin, and I was becoming a wet mess as his sweaty balls slapped against my chin and neck. The mix of fear, lust, and the implicit encouragement from Greg's attention made everything feel hotter, like we were past the point of just messing around.

Then the bathroom door creaked slightly, and all three of us turned our heads to look, the door closed quickly. I looked at Miles, fear in my eyes. We were all thinking the same thing. Did someone see us? We were frozen, and my heart was pounding so hard I thought I was going to collapse. But just when I shifted to get up, Miles put a hand on my shoulder. He shifted his hips forward and his enormous hog pressed against my face again. Greg hadn't moved an inch. Ever the thrill seeker, Miles pushed until my lips parted, and continued his pounding of my mouth while Greg melted back into his gooned zombie state, staring at us up close. 

I got over the fear as soon as my nose was buried in Miles' short, wispy pubes again. I couldn't think of anything else besides how hot this all was. Greg's face was inches away, observing everything and edging himself, pausing every few seconds, the sounds of his pre-cum squishing down between his hand and his thick shaft the only audible thing in the room besides the squelching of my mouth and throat on Miles' large cock. 

Miles pulled out of my throat suddenly and pressed my face into his slimy, spit covered nut sack. I wrapped my hands around and groped his ass cheeks, pulling myself firmly into his large balls and rubbing my tongue around them. I could tell he had been about to cum, and I felt his heavy rod pulse against my face. I closed my eyes and gave his balls a hot tongue bath, loving the sensation as they slipped around my mouth back and forth. I loved that I was naked from the waist down in public. I knew the other shoe would fall at some point if I kept up this public riskiness, but for now, all I wanted was more of Miles inside my body.

He must have been thinking the same thing, because he wordlessly spun my body around and pushed until I was on all fours. I was getting ready for a rimjob, since I didn't think he could fuck me in public, but instead, he lined up his slimy, throat-juice-covered cock between my cheeks and found my hole. I braced in surprise, but leaned back into him, ready for it.

Miles started fucking me raw with just spit for lube. He had built up real stamina by then and wasn’t blowing right away like the first times. I could tell he was getting into a groove. Greg finally broke the unspoken rule of just watching. He blurted, "Guys, I gotta try this. Please."

I didn’t answer. Instead I got up on my knees with Miles still inside me, then yanked Greg in front of me and bent him over onto his hands and knees. I pulled his muscular cheeks apart and spit on his hole. I watched it wink at me, then pulled him back guiding him down onto me. I slipped in easier than I expected, since Miles took forever to get inside me the first time. The rush in my cock hit instantly, I thought I was gonna blow right there, but I clenched and held off.

I started to slowly rock between Greg in front of me and Miles behind me, but I was too close to cumming. This entire ordeal had become Miles and me trying not to cum too soon. We wanted it to last.

When Miles couldn't last any longer in my hole, he slid out of me and wandered over to Greg’s face, grinning down at him. He stuck his tongue out and Miles quickly planted his cock across it, rubbing his fat tip around the wetness as Greg smiled up at him. He started pushing back on me like he’d somehow been ready for this moment. What shocked me most was how natural he seemed, like getting fucked for the first time wasn’t a big deal to him at all.

"Doesn't that hurt? Isn't it your first time??"

"Bruh, I've probably put every single object in my house up my ass at some point."

We all cracked up, breaking the tension for a second. Then we went right back into spit roasting him. Miles was pounding his throat, testing how much he could take, while I was figuring out my rhythm and trying to actually fuck like I knew what I was doing. Greg surprised me by pushing back, moaning louder and actually helping me slide deeper, all while gagging and choking around Miles. It was insane. The tile was slick under my knees, my palms were sweating, and the whole bathroom stank of sweat and boy funk. I couldn’t believe how far we had taken it, and it just kept getting crazier.

But suddenly, the bell rang again. Shit. We’d missed a whole period, which meant the hallways were about to explode with people. Panic set in and we both started hammering away, trying to nut before anyone walked in. It felt insane, like a race against time, and the adrenaline only made it hotter. Miles leaned his tall body over Greg and grabbed my head, pulling me into a rough, wet, tongue kiss. Within seconds I was blowing my load inside Greg, feeling his ass tighten around me as he climaxed as well, and Miles held Greg's head down to the hilt as he unloaded as well. Greg gagged on him until he let go, and then it was rush time. We scrambled to our feet, yanking our pants up fast. I stepped straight into Greg’s cum and almost slipped on the slick tile, trying not to laugh while we bolted for the sinks to wash ourselves a bit just as a rush of five guys all burst into the bathroom and make a bee line for the urinals. My heart was still racing, but Miles seemed as cool as ever.

The three of us made our way out into the hallway. It was crowded, and there was no time to chat and decompress what we had just done unless we wanted to skip another class. 

Greg didn't say anything, but he looked like the happiest guy in the world as he walked off into the tumult of students. His perky ass bounced with a certain pep of a guy who had just lost his virginity. I recognized it from having had the same jaunt only a few days prior. 

"Later," I said to Miles, before quickly slapping his ass and running in the opposite direction to my next class. I looked back to see him shaking his head and smiling. I knew he was going to get me back for it later, but that was a good thing.