Pretending To Be Gay 05

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Chapter 5: Urges

Miles and I had crossed a threshold, and I just kept thinking that he was the coolest guy in the world. We had never done anything gay before with anyone, unless you count Miles saying he’d “always” jerked off with friends, but we were open enough with each other to find some really cool things to do together. I loved being weird and taboo with him.

After we changed back to regular clothes, we walked out together. There were still a bunch of baseball guys around, so we couldn’t really talk about it yet. But we kept looking at each other and smiling.

When we got far enough away from the group, walking toward our neighborhood, I nudged him with my shoulder. “Dude, that was crazy.”

“Fuck dude that was soo fun. I couldn’t believe you let me do that,” he said back.

“I didn’t know it would be so fun to be this wild,” I said, getting hard again in my pants just thinking about him fucking me in the showers next to all those other guys on the other side of the stall doors.

“I’m a bad influence on you then,” he said, smirking at me.

“Best influence,” I said, giving him a hard smack on the ass.

His mouth dropped open in a surprised smile. He was so predictable. Any time I wanted to mess with him, I would just spank his ass, especially in public, and to him it was like a challenge. He had to chase me down and wrestle me every time. As soon as I saw his face react, I started running. We were right by Rec Park, and I pivoted quickly onto the cement paths going through the bowling green and by the paddle tennis court.

He shouted something behind me and immediately chased me, his footsteps pounding the pavement as I sprinted.

He caught up to me by the paddle tennis court and lunged, taking me down into the large bushes. It was like a cave inside. We rolled over each other, both of us cracking up, me trying to push him off and him holding me down just to prove he could. It wasn’t serious wrestling, more like a test of who would give in first. My back pressed into the wood chips on the ground and he pinned my arms above my head for a second, both of us out of breath and laughing like maniacs.

There was a pause when he had me pinned, his crotch pressed right into me. I felt his boner through his pants, and we were both breathing heavy. The laughter slowed down for a second while I stared up at him, realizing how close we were and how obvious it was what he was packing against me.

We made eye contact, grins fading for just a moment, then returning.

We started rubbing each other slowly over our pants. I was half trying to keep it chill, aware that we were in public, if partially obscured by the bushes. The bushes hid us enough, but it still felt crazy risky. We had just come from the showers, so I was still half wired from that, and the second his hand pressed against my cock I felt myself getting hard again.

I shifted on the ground, the wood chips digging into my back, my shirt riding up my torso, and I decided to push it. I lifted my legs without saying a word, like I was daring him. He smirked like he already knew what I was going to do, and he pulled my pants up in the air, exposing my ass. My hole was right there for him, and he didn’t waste a second before going down on me. I felt his tongue and my body jerked up off the ground. It was kinky as hell and I loved it. He made circles with his soft tongue then made it firm and penetrated my hole. I knew he would still be tasting cum in there.

A minute later he spat in his hand and pressed his large dick inside me. I guess the previous fucking plus the rimjob loosened me up enough to use spit as lube. It stung at first, but I was getting used to the stretch at this point. My legs were flailing around in the air as he bounced his cock in and out of me. From this angle I could really feel his heavy balls as they slapped down against my body. He was thrusting into me hard, and I knew he wasn’t going to last long. I stroked myself fast, my stomach tightening, and right when he whispered, “I’m cumming,” I blew all over my abs. I felt him throb inside me as he finished. His dick started sliding extra easily once his load was in there to lube it up.

I watched his thick rod start to come out of me as he retreated from my body. When he pulled out all the way, his dick was wet and floppy, and it left a trail of spit and cum down my inner thigh as it rubbed against it. We lay there for a second catching our breath, both sweaty and laughing a little. I wiped my stomach with my hand and rubbed the mess into my skin before pulling my pants back up. We straightened ourselves out, checked that no one was around, and headed back toward the park like nothing happened.

We stumbled out of the bushes looking rough, our hair sticking up and our clothes wrinkled from rolling around in the dirt. I slapped at my shirt, brushing wood chips off, while Miles shook his head like a dog to get them out of his wavy hair. We both laughed a little, trying to act normal even though we knew we didn’t look it.

As we straightened ourselves up, we made our way back toward the open part of the park. It felt like we had a giant neon sign over our heads saying we had just been up to something. It was a weird mix of thinking everyone knows what we did, but also not giving a shit if they did. It was the liberating feeling that Miles had injected into me every day since that first joke kiss. Still, every step closer to the BBQ area made me more aware of how messy we looked. Miles cracked a joke about me looking like I had slept in the bushes, and I fired back that at least I didn’t have sticks sticking out of my hair. He pulled again at his wavy, brown hair and I even helped him a bit, like a monkey grooming his mate.

By the time we got to the BBQ area, I had managed to clean off my shirt and swipe most of the dirt off. Miles was still patting himself down, pretending not to care, but his face was red from the run and the wrestling. The smell of burgers hit us right away, smoke rising off the grills where some of the baseball guys were hanging out with their families. 

"It's the baseball guys again," I said to Miles. "These guys are fucking everywhere."

Greg was there with a couple of his teammates, plus some parents and siblings. They had a grill going, burgers sizzling, smoke rising. Greg was shirtless, showing off like usual, and he looked totally at home running the scene with a casual vibe. His butt was perky, and you could actually see the outline of his bulge in his athletic shorts. Not that he was dressed "provocatively", but he had a certain carefree teenage jock vibe that made me look twice. 

Greg spotted us right away and jogged over, holding a spatula. He waved big, grinning ear to ear, and wasted no time cracking a joke about seeing us sprint across the park like maniacs and then vanish into the bushes. He said it like he was half joking, half asking, as if he clearly knew what we were up to but was letting us dodge it if we wanted.

I laughed a bit too hard, trying to sound casual. Miles just smirked and kept quiet. My face was already hot, and I could feel the dirt still itching at my skin, which only made it worse. Greg’s eyes locked onto me for a second too long as he tried to read my mind, before he finally shook his head and went back toward the grill still laughing under his breath.

Greg didn’t let us off easy. He pointed at Miles’ head in front of everyone and teased him about having wood chips stuck in his hair. Miles swatted at his own hair and tried to act like it was no big deal, which only made Greg smirk more. I just grinned, my turn to keep quiet.

"Have some burgers, guys," he said, putting some patties on buns for us. We walked up together and he slid a paper plate into my hand with a veggie burger on it. “Didn’t you say one time that you were vegetarian?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said, surprised, “no one ever remembers that.”

Greg gave me a wink before walking back toward the grill. The wink sat in my head longer than it should have. Miles wandered off to chat with the other baseball guys, blending in like nothing had happened, while I stayed back and ended up talking with Greg a little more. He asked about school, about track, nothing deep, but he kept that cocky grin like he knew our little secret. It was casual on the surface, but I felt the edge underneath every time he looked me in the eye.

We never actually brought up what Miles and I were really doing, but the way Greg threw little comments around made it clear he wanted me to know that he knew. He acted laid back, like it didn’t bother him, but he definitely hinted more than once. At one point he even laughed about seeing Miles’ cock in the locker room, saying something about how it was impossible not to notice. "The thing is fucking huge," he said, making a length gesture with his hands. We both cracked up.

A few minutes later and Miles looked at me from the group he was standing with, and I telepathically knew he wanted to leave.

"Later, Greg," I said, "thanks for the veggie burger."

"See ya," he said, and quickly joined the other group.

As we walked away, Miles and I couldn’t stop laughing about how "they fucking knew". And we talked about Greg. At first it was just us clowning on how cocky he was, like we always did, but the joking kept circling back to the same things. That wink he gave me, the way he stared too long, the way he brought up the locker room. It wasn't random. I told Miles that Greg definitely wanted in on something.

"He wants your cock," I said, smirking at him. He raised an eyebrow and held back a smile. 

"He wants yours," he said.

"He wants a friend like you," I said. I was still smiling, but it was the truth. In the end, Miles and I really were just instant best friends. Miles laughed like he thought it was ridiculous, but he didn’t actually disagree. He smirked and kicked a rock down the sidewalk, and I could tell he was thinking the same thing.

We went back and forth, half laughing about how obvious Greg was, half serious about it. I admitted it kind of turned me on, the idea of him knowing about what we did in the showers. Miles raised his eyebrows and said it didn’t surprise him, that I was getting freakier by the day. He tried to shrug it off, but I caught him smiling at the thought too. We both knew it wasn’t just our imagination. The possibility that someone was jealous of us made it seem more real, whatever we had, and not just a random moment of harmony between two guys.

On the way home, the conversation turned playful again. I completely forgot about Greg or anything besides what I was going to do with Miles for the rest of the day.

He nudged me with his elbow and joked, “You know what you actually are?"

"What?" I said.

"You’re basically like my practice girlfriend.” I rolled my eyes, and my mind instantly went to slapping him on the ass again. But after a moment of hesitation, I couldn’t resist leaning into the bit. I grabbed his hand dramatically and said in a fake serious voice, “Babe, stop.”

He burst out laughing, which only made me hold on longer, swinging our hands like we were some cheesy couple. The whole thing was ridiculous, but I liked how easy it was to joke with him about stuff that would have been way too awkward with anyone else ever in my life. It was stupid fun, but it actually gave me a rush to hear him say it out loud, even as a joke.

He started tickling me right there in the middle of the sidewalk, not caring that people could see us. I tried to twist away, yelling, “No! I’ll break up with you!” which only made him laugh harder. He shot back, “You wouldn’t!” and doubled down, fingers digging into my sides while I squirmed and tried to push him off. I almost dropped my backpack with my laptop in it.

I shouted, “I will MURDER you!” and we both lost it. We were doubled over laughing, stumbling into each other while people walked past probably wondering what the hell we were doing. I shoved him back, he shoved me harder, and we kept going like that until we were out of breath.

Finally we calmed down enough to keep walking, but my chest still felt tight from laughing so hard. Miles nudged me again with that cocky grin, and I realized how easy it was to fall into this with him. It wasn’t just the physical stuff, Miles always found a way to make everything fun, even stupid sidewalk wrestling that made us look stupid.

He started joking about how he needed me to perform "girlfriend duties." He dragged out the words on purpose, making it sound ridiculous but also daring me to react. The playful tone turned somewhat erotic.

I shot back, "I’ll take a protein squirt, I hear it’s good for menstrual cramps." We both burst out laughing again.

"You already took my protein squirts today, I'm drained," he parried back to me.

"Wow, shitty boyfriend then... can't even give me a third protein squirt," I said, making him laugh like an idiot. I joined him, as usual.

The humor gave us cover, but underneath it was really just a conversation about how we were becoming boyfriends. I knew it, but this was a more fun way to say it. I could tell Miles felt it too. The way he kept dragging the joke out, the way his eyes lingered on me. We were still laughing and pretending it was nothing, but both of us knew it was starting to feel real. The "practice" line was just the excuse we were using to keep going without saying out loud how far we wanted to take it.

The day wound down as we approached his block. It was just about sunset, or twilight. We were walking side by side, still riding the buzz from all the joking around, when our hands brushed and I just held his without thinking. We both noticed it at the same time. A person walked toward us on the sidewalk, and instead of pulling away like we probably would have normally, we just kept holding on. We laughed, but our faces burned red as we passed by, pretending it was still just part of the bit.

Whatever we were that day, the new running joke was “pretending to be boyfriends.” It wasn’t just him saying it either, I leaned into it too. Every time he brought it up, I gave him something back, like fake complaining about how clingy he was or calling him “babe” loud enough for people to hear.

When we got to his house, we were still holding hands. But I got a weird feeling in my stomach. I didn't want the day to end yet. There was something special about what we had done. There was no joke in the entirety of the English lexicon that would functionally demote the fact that he had penetrated me. It was sex. I had lost my virginity, and so had he. I didn't want the day to end with a simple joke and a "see ya later."

I pulled him by his arm to the side of his house, by an annex. There were no windows, and I grabbed his hips. He put his hands on me symmetrically, and I looked him in the eye.

I started talking. "I just... wanted to say..." But I didn't even know what I wanted to say.

He smiled back at me, gently. His face showed he knew it wasn't a joke. His hands held me tighter. I really did feel like a girlfriend in that moment. Smaller than him, held by him, and his strength. I was the only thing that mattered to him in the moment.

"Today was really cool," I said. I was kicking myself internally for not finding any better words to describe what I wanted to say.

But his eyes melted, welling up a bit. I could tell that he almost had a tear run down his face.

"Yeah," he said, "it was."

He leaned down and kissed me. We made out sensually, his tongue starting to turn me on again. I broke the kiss to drop quickly down to my knees. One more public act for the day. His eyebrows raised, and he looked around, then back down at me. I whipped down his pants to mid thigh, and dug my face in to lick his heavy shaft as it hardened back to its now familiar erect state. I grabbed it firmly, and I knew I couldn't take another pounding today, but I wanted to do something special.

I turned him around by his hips, and he just did as I suggested. I pressed his lower back forward, and he leaned against the wall of his house. I started to eat him out, while I jerked him off through his legs. The milking rimjob was becoming a special thing between us, and I honestly loved giving it as much as I had enjoyed receiving it. His cheeks enveloped my face and I groaned into them. I loved his body. He was squirming instantly as I stroked him and licked his hole. His dick was pulsing. Even after cumming several times that day, he jizzed into the grass in less than a minute, his hole pulsing on my tongue. I got up, and tucked his dick into his underwear and pulled his pants up for him while he caught his breath. Maybe it was symbolic, I don't even know, but it felt right. I even buttoned and zipped them up for him, my arms wrapping around his waist. I whispered behind him, "wonder when you're gonna get more stamina." He chuckled, and turned around to face me.

"You wanna come in for some TV? You can meet my mom and brother if they're around."