***

He could blame it on Maddox taking him by surprise, but in all truth, his resolution to resist the resident bad boy’s charm was growing thin and weary. Only through an incredible power of will he had managed to keep his cock from springing out like a jack-in-a-box at every move Maddox made.

And now, they were seated side by side, eyeing each other like they were competitors in a game of chess, waiting for the main event to begin.

“It’s a bit weird,” Jonathan mumbled. “I have no idea why I said ‘yes’ to this.”

“It’s not weird,” Maddox retorted. “Guys do it all the time.”

“You mean,” Jonathan asked, a bit confused, “do you do this with your straight friends?”

Maddox kept a neutral face as he spoke. “Yeah, all the time.” That was a big fat lie, except for that time when he and Rusty had tried to prove something, which had only led to them not daring to look each other in the eye for a whole week.

“Sunny Hill must be an out of this world place,” Jonathan commented. “But how are we supposed to, you know, get into it?”

“I can serve as inspiration. I don’t mind.”

Jonathan hoped dearly that he didn’t look like a deranged person as his eyes traveled down Maddox’s body. They were playing it safe, right? It was just jerking off, and he didn’t want to come across as a prude. He understood why everyone loved Maddox. The guy was easy to be around, good-natured, and amusing. And that was how he made everyone do whatever he wanted.

This was as far as they would go. And since Maddox was the initiator –

He stopped for a moment. Why did it matter? Was he starting to lie to himself again?

“Hey,” Maddox called for him softly. “It’s okay if you don’t like to look at my body or something. You don’t have to force yourself. Think of someone you like or whatever.”

Jonathan couldn’t suppress a small grunt. Had Maddox sounded vulnerable just now? It couldn’t be an act, he decided. But why would a popular boy like him feel anything of the kind? Jonathan took a longing look at the flat abdomen and followed the treasure trail down to the other’s sex that was already hard and ready. Maddox wasn’t even touching it, yet the thing twitched slightly, and there was a bead of precum in its tiny eye.

Jonathan swallowed hard. How little it would take to scoot over and fill his mouth with that tempting thing. But no, he wouldn’t make the same mistake again. Tonight, he would do nothing more than watch, and that was crazy enough seeing how the boy by his side was straight, a womanizer, and too beautiful to consider for a moment desperate enough for a jerking session with a gay guy.

“No, it’s fine,” he barely managed. Maddox had hair in all the right places, not excessive, and just enough to be enticing in a natural way. And he was packed with muscles everywhere, Jonathan couldn’t help but notice as he took in the perfect thigh a bit raised and leaning against the arm of the chair to allow anyone looking a clear view of his large ball sack that appeared deliciously full.

The chances of meeting Maddox again like this were slim, and maybe his fantasies needed a bit of the real thing to finally reach their zenith. So Jonathan grabbed his cock and pulled the skin back with a punishing stroke. The harder he did it, the more pleasurable it felt. Maddox let out a slight sound of appreciation, and his hand began to move up and down, too. He brushed his thumb over the head from time to time, pressing it into the snake’s eye like he was manipulating a shaken bottle of champagne.

“Man, that looks brutal,” Maddox commented.

Their breathing was too loud, and Jonathan could feel goosebumps everywhere. His cock needed some hard discipline, it was true. But he couldn’t help but notice how Maddox kept on torturing his own mushroom. “And that looks like a sadist’s trade from where I stand.”

Maddox let out a ragged laugh. “How about we switch?”

“What do you mean?” Jonathan was staring openly now, enjoying the view a bit too much.

Maddox took him by surprise when he stood and walked over. Jonathan had no time to react as the other straddled him, pressing his ball sack directly against his. “You do mine, and I do yours.”

“Ah,” Jonathan said, for lack of words.

He was frozen in place, and his cock was pulsing like mad in his hand, although he had stopped rubbing it. Maddox pushed his hand away and then seized his cock. Jonathan moaned when the rough thumb brushed over the sensitive head.

“Come on, do me,” Maddox urged him.

It wasn’t happening, right? He just had the most vivid dream ever, and he was bound to wake up soon. He took Maddox’s cock hesitantly and closed his eyes. Together with that insane torture on his cock, he risked blowing prematurely.

“Why are you so gentle?” Maddox whispered. “Do mine like you do yours.”

“You sure?” Jonathan asked in a whisper, his eyes still closed.

“I’m not going to go easy on you, so suit yourself.”

Maybe Maddox needed to be taught a lesson so that he would stop with all the mischief. So Jonathan took a firm hold of the beautiful thing in his hand and pushed down the skin with all his strength.

“Oh, yes,” Maddox breathed out. “Man, your dick is uber nice. Totally a grower.”

It must have grown beyond its usual capabilities, Jonathan thought. He half-closed his eyes to observe Maddox’s cock. It was thick and veiny, not as long as his, but definitely used to a lot of action. Was it a good thing to watch it from so up close?

He could feel the other’s weight on his thighs, and everywhere their bodies touched, fire burned. One risky look higher, and his eyes fell on Maddox’s face. His sensual lips were parted, his pretty eyes were glowing, and he was blinking lazily while moaning now and then.

It had been the wrong move because his already impossibly high pleasure shot up to the next level. He grabbed the arm of the chair with his free hand and groaned as he came all over his chest.

“Fucking A,” Maddox whispered, and Jonathan felt a second round landing on his abdomen, some of the cum spreading over his fingers as he continued to keep the guy’s cock in his tight grip.

He closed his eyes again. It was official. He was losing his mind, and he was doing it over a straight boy who could turn him into his puppet at a snap of the fingers.

“I need to go wash,” he said abruptly and almost pushed Maddox hard enough to make him land on his ass.

Good thing Maddox wasn’t some feeble character. He managed to get on his feet just fine as Jonathan pushed past him and rushed into the shower.

***

So that had been mind-blowing and a letdown at the same time. Maddox didn’t follow Jonathan into the shower and just began to pick his clothes from where he had left them. He had his pride, after all, and the guy had just kind of pissed on it by running to wash like his cum was radioactive or something. Really, he couldn’t get out faster if the entire building was on fire.

Was Jonathan one of those people who couldn’t stand to be touched by others? The kind who worried about microbes and stuff all the time? That reaction at the end had left him completely stunned. Otherwise, the other’s smooth hand on his dick had been pure fucking pleasure, just as his moans and the way he tilted his head back had provided Maddox with fresh new entries to his spank bank.

Fuck, he needed to find a way to take his mind off Jonathan. No wonder he was still a virgin at twenty; he probably couldn’t stand other dudes and their cum, and just imagined himself gay so that he didn’t have to confront his phobias.

Or maybe, just maybe, he couldn’t stand Maddox’s cum, which was bad because coming all over those nice hard pecks and abs had been practically everything.

He walked over to the showers and just washed his hands in a sink. “I’ll leave the key in the door,” he shouted. “Make sure to lock on your way out and put the key under the third flower pot on the right, okay?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. If Jonathan couldn’t stand him, he wouldn’t stand him, either. Maddox pursed his lips and marched out of the room. To say that had been a blow to his ego was to put it lightly.

***

Jonathan waited for the sound of departing steps to die out. He slammed his hand against the wall hard, again and again, waiting for the pain to flare until the hammering in his chest would finally give in.

He couldn’t allow himself to do that, no matter how forthcoming Maddox seemed to be. The disaster called Drew had almost cost him everything, and he wouldn’t turn this into another. There were only this many chances someone like him could take.

TBC