Pretending to be Gay 06

Everyone is 18 and fully consenting.

Chapter 6: Freaks

The next day at school, Miles wouldn’t shut up about the idea of trying something wild again. Between classes he kept nudging me, making comments, daring me to go along with him. By lunch he had worn me down, and by the time practice ended I had already agreed. He wanted another shot at the shower stalls, as risky as yesterday was. The whole thing made me nervous as hell, but I couldn’t say no to him. And while I acted annoyed, like he had twisted my arm, the truth was I was already hard just thinking about it. Being eighteen meant we were horny every second of the day, so in the end I was going to go along with whatever he suggested. I told him fine, we’d do it, and he grinned like he had won some bet. I tried to play it off, but inside I was buzzing the whole way to the locker room.

Greg spotted us the second we walked into the locker room. The whole point of the plan was that every stall would be full, and we’d be forced to double up. But right away I saw two empty stalls. My stomach dropped because that meant we had no excuse. We froze for a second, me and Miles glancing at each other like the whole setup was ruined before it even started.

Greg walked right by us without hesitation, shoulder-checking me on his way like he always did when he wanted to get my attention. He let his towel fall to the floor in front of his stall, standing there long enough to make sure we noticed. His body was ridiculous, toned everywhere, those big round cantaloupe butt cheeks sticking out, and his cock swinging like he didn’t even care who saw it. He looked right at me, gave me a wink, and then disappeared into his stall like it was nothing. The wink hung in my head, making my nerves go into overdrive.

“He’s a legit good dude,” I said to Miles.

He chuckled, “Kind of a wingman, in a way.”

When we got in the stall, it didn’t take long to notice Greg was paying attention. I could see his toes pointed toward us on the other side of the wall, like he was standing right there listening. At first I thought I was imagining it, but then a plastic soap bottle clattered down in the stall. Miles looked at me and started laughing. Another empty bottle came flying over, hitting me on the shoulder and bouncing to the floor. Greg was clearly screwing with us on purpose.

We laughed but kept glancing at each other, nervous and excited at the same time. The whole thing felt risky as hell, but having him mess with us made it weirdly fun. Our dicks were flopping around as we messed around and it was fun. Every time another bottle bounced off the floor we cracked up harder, trying to keep quiet so the noise wouldn’t travel. Then one of the bottles sailed the wrong way and landed in the stall on the other side of us. I froze instantly when I heard a voice I recognized. It was Joey, a guy I knew from class. He said, “What the fuck,” then kicked the bottle back into our stall. Me and Miles didn’t move a muscle until we heard the water running again and were sure he had gone back to showering.

My nerves were firing because it wasn’t just us anymore. Greg was basically inviting himself into what we were doing without saying a word. He edged closer, almost daring us to push him away. It felt like he wanted to be part of it, testing the waters to see if we’d let him in, and the craziest part was that neither of us was stopping him. I could feel the tension in my chest, that mix of risk and thrill that made everything hotter. Miles kept glancing at me, but he didn’t tell Greg to back off either. We were both caught in it, letting him cross the line little by little until it felt like we had already accepted him in without saying a single word.

Then Greg escalated. He stuck his head under the wall and looked at us, big shit-eating grin on his face. We barely made an attempt to cover up our boners. There was no point anyway. He couldn’t really say anything, since the acoustics of the shower meant anyone could hear anything above a  whisper, but he gestured that he was interested in doing something with us.

Miles and I looked at each other and sort of shrugged, then we squatted down and took turns smacking him on the face with our dicks. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. It was wild seeing the masculine jock doing that, but he was smiling through the whole thing, clearly into it. Our dicks were swinging around and we kept laughing in between, messing around like it was some game, only it was way hotter than any game we had played before.

He made a crude finger-in-the-hole gesture with his hands and then pointed at Miles’ cock. It was obvious he wanted to watch him fuck me, and the way he grinned made it clear he was dead serious about it.

I wanted to put on a show, so I got on my knees. Greg’s face lit up as I started rubbing Miles' dick while I pressed my tongue onto his balls. His dick was too big for my mouth. It literally hurt my jaw to even open wide enough, but I tongued the shaft and head of it a bit. He just let me do what I was doing, watching me carefully, occasionally messing with my hair, and at one point mouthing, "girlfriend duties," at Greg. I punched him in the thigh and made him yelp.

Greg’s face lit up even further from the floor as I stood up and turned around, and I could see his arm moving as he was clearly jerking off while watching us. I grabbed the watered-down soap from the dispenser and reached back to lube up Miles before guiding him to my hole. He took over from there, holding my hip steady with one hand while he held his shaft with the other and pressed into me. It stung as bad as the first time, but it warmed up more easily. I looked down at Greg, and couldn’t fight the urge to move my foot over to his face. I just wanted to see what he would do, so I pressed my foot gently onto his face. He chuckled a bit, then tentatively stuck his tongue out to lick it, still grinning. Miles joked again about “girlfriend duties,” but this time it was hot.

Miles had finally found some stamina, and just in time because I was starting to really enjoy the feeling in my ass, especially when he reached around and jerked me off during it. He was lasting for a few minutes already, and the only reason he had to slow down was because his body started clapping against my body and making noise. Greg just stayed there on the floor, his face poking through as he looked up at us. Miles held my hips tight and breathed against my ear. Then he muttered, almost imperceptibly, “I love you,” just as he started throbbing inside me. I barely registered that he said it, as I started firmly rubbing the head of my dick, and sticking my big toe into Greg’s mouth, ‘cause why not.

While Miles was still inside me, I aimed my dick down and squirted onto Greg’s face. He just sort of laughed and let it land on him, even opening his mouth a little like he wanted to taste it. That reaction made me even hotter, realizing how into it he actually was. Seeing another guy openly enjoy this with us, no shame at all, sent a charge through me.

Miles slowly pulled out of me, and I hated the sensation of being empty. At the same time, I couldn’t stop thinking about how my hole had already molded around him, how much it had changed just from taking him. Greg couldn’t easily reach his face in his position to wipe off the cum, so he slithered back to his side of the stall wall. I peeked through and saw him stand up, cum and water dripping down, and start to rinse off like nothing had even happened.

We left carefully, not to draw attention, and headed for the lockers. Greg followed soon after and stopped at the locker next to us. We didn't talk, just grinned about our little secret.

We chatted with him afterward, outside the school. I was still catching my breath when I turned to Greg and said, “You’re a freak."

He smiled at me. "That was hot. I didn’t know there were any other gay guys at this school.”

I laughed nervously and glanced at Miles. We had never really used that term for ourselves yet, even though it was obvious this was a gay thing, whether we were bi or whatever.

“So you’re gay?” I asked Greg.

“Yeah, duh. But only my close friends on the team know.”

“I had no idea,” I said.

“Yeah,” said Miles, “you seem as straight as anyone.”

Greg shrugged. “I came twice while watching you guys. That was hot as hell. I’ve never seen anyone fuck in person before.”

“You’ve never been with anyone?” I asked.

“No,” said Greg, “Too scared of strangers.”

I laughed. “That’s insane, you’re hot as fuck. Guys would line up.”

Miles smirked and added, “Yeah, you’ll find the right guy.”

Greg grinned, still red in the face, but clearly still excited from the day.

Greg's ride showed up soon after that and he left. Miles and I walked home, as usual.

"Greg is gonna become some sort of a jerk-off watcher while we get it on, dude. In public and at school and all that."

"Yeah... I could see that," I said.