RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

I wave him off, "Is that it?"

A stern glare tells me not to take this so lightly, "Dude, you've got to learn to let go sometimes. The worst that'll probably happen is Matt'll try and hump the living shit out of you. I can think of worse rapists, seriously."

I start laughing at the sudden mental images assaulting my mind. Matt's on top of a screaming Alex, trying desperately to get him to sleep with him. He's pretty much given up and is now dry humping him.

"I don't understand why he's so hung up on you anyway, you're not that amazing. Seriously. I am far more attractive."

"Well. He thinks I'm sweet, sensitive, funny, amazing, smart. All the things you aren't obviously. Oooh, and thanks for the confidence boost man." I say to him with a slightly mock shocked expression.

I lean up, still holding the towel over my package as I hit out at Chris playfully with my spare hand. But he knows me too well now, he catches my hand and I glare up at him.

"And there's you saying you are small and weaselly."

Granted, he didn't say weaselly. But I know how much he hates me calling him after animals. Especially those of the rodent family for some odd reason.

"I am so not weasely!" I squeal, still gripping his wrist, "Christ, how much have you been jacking it? Your hand's all... manly and muscular."

I smirk up at him, "I've already told you, I'll do that for you. I'll just pretend you're someone nice."

I let my eyes run over his back and ass, "Or I'll just do it from behind. You look pretty from that angle."

I slap his ass with the hand that isn't gripping his wrist, before letting go of him.

"Now, go and get dressed before I do something I'll regret and you'll love."

I make some sort of yelping noise that I didn't even know I could make as he slaps my ass. All I do is glare up at him.

"I am very nice. You probably imagine when you're with someone else, I bet you," I wink up to him, "Yeah? Love it, huh? Go for it then. I won't stop you in I'm gonna love it." I glare up at him.

Shit, did I just say that? I obviously wasn't thinking when I said that. And I'm obviously not inside my brain right now, obviously someone is in there pressing all the right buttons because I can feel my rock hard cock pressing against the bed.

Fucking teenage hormones. How can I not even realise I'm hard? SERIOUSLY!

"Why Mr. Var... Varka... Alex? Are you going to let me seduce you?" I ask, smirking at him.

I get up from where I'm sat on the bed, getting out from under the duvet. fuck it's cold out here. I look across to where Alex is, noticing a very prominent hard-on stood to attention.

"Well, well, well... this is a big surprise." I say, my inner slut taking over now.

I'd love to taste him, just to say I had. At the same time, I'd also like to have balls left in the morning. I see Alex being a regretful gay. Or one of those who gets violent and beats you to a pulp. He's nothing like that in real life, but they very rarely are unless their masculinity's been compromised.

I kneel down in front of him, looking up at him with pleading eyes, "Can I...?"

I look down at him, a little amazed by this acceptance to this. I thought he'd do what he did last time. Be all stammering and not want this. But, I need it. I don't know why, but it's probably the realisation that I haven't had the touch of anyone but myself in so long. I need to be touched. So badly.

It's amazing how human emotion can change really. From a normal conversation to me turning into a slightly panting mess with a raging hard on.

"Yes," I gulp and look down at him through slightly closed eyes, "Please."

I just begged. I am that desperate for attention here. I don't care whether he jerks me off or sucks me off now. I just need the touch of another human so badly.

Yes?! Okay, that was unexpected. I'd hoped he'd tell me to fuck off. Apparently Alex here wants this as much as I do. I'd never really seen the appeal in him before. I'm choosing to treat this the same way I normally do, it's just a cock, it's not my best friend and roommate, this changes nothing.

I run my hands up his thighs, moving them apart so I can settle comfortably between them. I kneel up a little and press light kisses to his stomach, taking his dick in my hand.

I run my hand along his hard-on a few times, trying to judge whether I'd feel comfortable blowing him, whether he'd let me. You never know unless you try, right?

I lower my mouth to his dick, bringing the head into my mouth. It's been so long since I've done this to anyone but Mick. I'm going to have to make sure I treat him like a human being and not just a Mick. Guy likes all kind of shit, nails and teeth. Any kind of pain he can get from you. I'm pretty certain Alex isn't going to be like that.

I let my eyes slip closed and my mouth slip open as I rest my head back. The back of my head hitting the wall with a dull thud.

My hips and thighs squirm a little from the contact. It's being so long since I felt anything like this so all the feelings and sensations are way up there with amazing.

"Yeah, keep doing that, please." I gasp out without even knowing as he suckles on my dick expertly, dipping his tongue into my most sensitive spots causing me to whimper [without knowing of course] and squirm with delight.

"So good."

I choose to go about this as if he were a virgin to this kind of thing. Nothing too kinky, a simple mouth bringing him to orgasm. The noises he's making are rapidly turning me on as well. I want to be able to get off too but I think the idea might freak him out a little.

I move my mouth over his arousal, moving my hand from the base so I can bestow my special talents on him. How many 17 year olds can deep throat? I swallow around his cock, humming as I feel him hitting the back of my throat.

I move a hand up his chest, over the firm muscle. It's so responsive to my touch, I'm not used to that after so long with the sluts. My fingers begin toying at one of his nipples, a laugh bubbling up inside me at the sounds this causes his to make.

My eyes flutter open as I look down at him. My mouth still agape as I watch him swallow my cock whole. Fuck, why does that look so hot?

I moan as I continue to watch him, my eyes threating to close again but I won't let them because I just want to watch him deep throat me.

"Fuck," I growl low in my throat as my hands fist the bed sheets under me.

My toes curl from the pleasure and my legs move up to his thighs. My toes running up his surprisingly smooth leg as he continues he's amazing assault on me.

I continue my actions on him now, alternating between taking as little as possible in and swallowing him. I'm pretty sure he'll never have felt anything like this before. It's a well-known fact that women can all deep-throat but choose not to because they're all pussys. Yup, a well known fact that I've just made up.

I moan around his cock now, half-mumbling words about how good he feels in my mouth. It's been so long since I've heard a manly moan coming from someone, it's just making me even more eager to please him.

I look up at him as I'm taking him in, so far I've kept my eyes closed to stop this from being weird. I will never admit it to his face but he looks fucking stunning in the heat of the moment. I can almost see why Matt's so in love with him.

I let out a shaky breath mixed with a moan as I see his eyes looking up at me, almost innocently. And for some reason, that is the curve that starts me over the edge ever so slowly.

"Oh fuck, so close," I mumble out.

I throw my head back against the way, ignoring the pain and just focusing on the insane heat of Chris's mouth around my dick. I want so badly to just buck into his mouth and to fuck the hot opening into next week. But I don't want to hurt him or make him gag. But, I do really fucking want this.

I give in to my demons and start lifting my hips a little to meet only half the speed of his speedy rhythm, only humping his mouth very slightly.

He'll push me down if he doesn't want it, right?

I let him fuck my mouth, my mind wandering a little, wondering if he'd be like this with my ass. I continue my actions on him, swallowing him as best I can while he fucks my mouth. In the end, I'm quite content to give in and let him do all the work, helping him along with swirls of my tongue.

I'm tingling with the anticipation of him coming in my mouth, I want to feel him, I want to taste every last fucking drop of him right now. Then I want to lick him simply to gross him out. Oh yeah, there's no danger of any kind of boundaries being crossed here.

"Come for me, Alex, come on baby..."

Although with his cock in my mouth, it sounds more like an incoherent mumble.

A few more thrusts and that's going to be it for me.

I let out one final moan and let his name slip slightly from my lips, amount accidental, as I feel my essence leave me.

I lift my hips right off the bed and grip onto the sides of his head, holding him in place as my essence shots from me into his hot waiting mouth. Leaving nothing but pleasure and tingling nerve ending in it's wake.
I carry on fucking his mouth as I ride out my orgasm, just a slow, dull rocking of my hips now from the come down of my orgasm. I let go of his face softly and thump back against the cold wall.

"Fuck. That was fuckin' incredible." I pant as I rest my sticky back against the cold wall and try to get my breath back.

I look down at my now limping cock to see Chris lapping away at the head, licking me clean, he's alomost cat like.

"Stop it. You don't want to make me hard all over again, do you?"

I smirk at him, "Maybe I do."

I get up from my position on the floor, I've lost all feeling in my knees.

"Oh and by the way..."

I grab him face and lick along his cheek, my mouth still carrying the remains of his come.

"Have some salty man juice." I say, giggling a little.

I let go of his face and watch him, laughing even more as he tries to get rid of the remnants of his seed from the side of his face. I sit hunched over, watching him with an amused look on my face. I don't need him seeing my hard-on and feeling he needs to do something about it. I'll just will it away or wait for him to drift off and deal with myself in the bathroom.

"Ahhh, man Chris, you're nasty!" I yell, only slightly amused.

I wipe the side of my face with my hand and then wipe that hand on the sheets. I really hope it's not going to be awkward now though. Now that I've come out of the come down, my brain is starting to think rationally again. But, I don't feel anything but gratitude towards him. No guilt, shame or even embarrassment.

I smile.

"Hey. Thanks for that man, seriously. I really needed that, You're the best." I smile sweetly at him.

This isn't really the sort of thing that you'd thank your friend for like that. But, I was always brought up to be polite.

"And if there is anything you want me to do for you," Maybe too polite, "It doesn't hurt to ask."

I shake my head, "Nah, man I'm good. Seriously, I'll just... focus on a fat chick."

I don't want to pressure him into doing anything he doesn't want to. I also don't need him to help me out right now, I'm too tired to instruct a virgin.

"Maybe next time, yeah?" I offer, before realizing this might have been a one off and offering him a next time might freak him out a little bit. Fuck it, I've put it out there now. I'm willing to do this again, I kind of hope he is too. It's nice not to hear a shrill squeal whenever I have my mouth around someones cock.

"OK. If you say so man." I smile.

I pat him on the leg and get up from his bed, making my way over to my drawers and pulling out some clothes from the drawer. I look at the time and realise there is not much point me getting to sleep, so I might as well go and grab a shower now rather than waiting for the rush in the morning. I grab my towel from early and sling it around my waist.

"I'm gonna go and take a shower, before the rush y'know. I'll see you later." I say as I fold my clothes over my arm.

I make my way towards the door, smiling at Chris on my way out.

"Ooooh, and Chris. Don't tire out your hand to much." I smirk.

"You're hilarious, seriously." I call after him, "Eddie Murphy is qualing in his boots."

I shut the door behind him and flop back on my bed. I shouldn't have done that. Alex is straight... well, I thought he was. He was offering me a hand or whatever, maybe he's not as straight as I thought?

Besides that, I shouldn't have done it because of Matt. I've taken away something that they were supposed to share together because I can't resist a dick staring me in the face.

Then again, Alex isn't interested in Matt. If he was, he'd have gone after him. He wouldn't have come to me, he wouldn't have let me get him worked up. Why shouldn't I have a little fun with him?

I flop back on the bed, my hard-on dwindling as I start thinking all of this through. fuck this, I need some sleep, I'll start thinking this over when I'm more conscious.

[[What shall we do nooooooow?]]

[[No clue, haha. Bit more jumping perhaps? The day before the holidays start, some bittersweet Synoby? I need fluff.]]

[[OK! You want to staaaaart?]]

TWO WEEKS LATER

I've pretty much moved into Coby's room now. Matt hasn't bothered going back to his and I don't get on with his roommate - considering he's the spitting image of Coby, you'd think I would. So I'm pretty much a permanant fixture here now. It's against all the rules but I'm pretty certain most of those rules only get enforced when it suits.

Things have been much better now. Alex and Matt are talking again so the tension has lifted immensely. Mick's been avoiding seeing anyone recently which has surprised a lot of us. He's stayed holed up in his room posting cryptic V-Logs on YouTube about certain people in the school.

And me and Coby? Well aside from the fact my nightmares have been keeping us bother up most of the nights and the fact I'm failing miserably at doing anything more than kissing him, we're doing pretty damn well, thank you very much.

Although now I'm packing my things, ready to leave here for the next two weeks for Christmas. It's the last thing I want to do right now. I want to stay here, to stay with my friends, with my boyfriend. I don't want to go home where I'm a loser and a failure and not wanted. I tried suggesting it to my dad but he just got snappy and started asking questions about why I wanted to stay so badly, was I a faggot now, did he need to come up here and show me what a real man was like. So I don't really have much choice...

I pull my dorm room door open and all but throw myself in there, still only clad in a towel from being run out of the shower room by the football team.

"Fuckin' hell." I say with my eyes wide as I tumble into our room, all but falling over myself.

"Fuck, I didn't realise that some of the fourth years were so violent. I let my clothes in the freakin' showers!" I inform Brian as I lock the door behind me.

I rub my hand through my wet hair and sigh as I watch Brian pack his bag.

"So, you almost set?" I ask him as I walk over to him.

I drape my arms around his waist and nuzzle my nose into his neck.

"Mmm, you smell really good."

A huge smile comes across my face as he pulls me to him. I hold his arms at my stomach and half turn my head to look at him.

"And you're getting me all wet." I say, good naturedly, "I'm going to have to parade around with nothing on while my clothes dry off."

I lean a little further back into him, "You sure you can deal with that?"

I need to stop teasing him. I want nothing more than to be able to give him some kind of sexual action but I'm still too afraid. It's not that I don't care about him, I do, I adore him. There's just things I need to get past before I can give myself to him completely.

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