Fragile Threads [boyxboy]

Chapter 3

Ethan tried to remember if that had been the right feel. Strong, yes, but maybe not as much. He couldn’t compare the hand sizes. But… his voice didn’t seem right for it either. If there was one thing Ethan could remember, it was the voice.

Ethan tried to wait, maybe figuring he could wait until Brent left the locker room to change. He would be late then, though. If he was in the shower at least by the time Brent left, Ethan might not be late. But he would probably end up jerking off.

Even just that thought sent a little more blood downwards, and then it didn’t matter. F*ck being a teenage boy sometimes.

Ethan stripped and wrapped a towel loosely around his waist, darting towards the showers. He got distracted along the way, getting a full frontal view of Brent naked. Ethan felt his mouth go dry, and he swiped his tongue over his lips.

What would it be like to suck him off? Ethan bit his tongue. Probably some salty-sweet mix, maybe clean and a little bit soapy if it was after he had taken a shower. Ethan swallowed hard, his mouth no longer dry but watering as he tried to imagine it. His cock was already full, and it finally dawned on him how he was just standing there.

Ethan ducked into a stall, snapped the curtain shut, and draped his towel over the rod. He turned on the water and swore to himself as the cold struck him. He shivered, but it slowly started to warm up. He licked his lips again, his mind wandering.

He wrapped fingers around the base of his cock and began to stroke. Fingers could do that for him—but they probably couldn’t pretend to be the solidity of a cock in his mouth; certainly not the taste he found himself curious for.

He urged his hand to stroke faster, as that was the only thing he could do for now. There was always after school, though. He rested his forehead against the tile wall of the shower, letting the water rush down his back, down into the crevice of his ass and drip off his sac. He closed his eyes and let the pleasure sink in.

A few seconds later Ethan clenched his jaw, tensing as he came into his hand and over the tile. He let out a deep breath at the end to make up for the one he had been holding.

The bell rang, jolting Ethan out of his shower. He cleaned up his mess on the wall and jumped out of the shower, drying off in a rush and pulling clothes on. He ran to his next class, getting there just in time for the late bell. He sunk into his seat and let out a sigh of relief.

He had taken longer than he meant to. Still, it wasn’t enough to get his mind of what had started it. In class he zoned out, trying to imagine the heat and size in his mouth. By the end of the hour, he was already sporting another hard-on.

The next class he spent staring down at his phone, at the Unknown in his contact list. Half way through he finally punched out a text, Can we meet up after school?, and hit send before he could stop himself. He didn’t get a reply right away, and that only made him panic.

Class ended, and Ethan was still fretting over his phone. He started to head for the busses, but his phone rang in his pocket. He ducked into an alcove of classes, seeing Unknown across his screen. “Hello?” Ethan answered nervously. Why did this deserve a phone call?