Cheerboy
Title: Cheerboy
Author: Meh Bitchezz. x_tired_craxy_x
Summary: Pretty simple. Benji and Joel are cheerleader about to battle for the title of some competition. Bring it ON Bitches!
Notes: No, the boys aren't related. If you want a story where they are I suggest looking into my archive.
Disclaimer: Yeah, I made this shit up. Don't worry about it dudes.
CheerBoy-1
Jessica has an arm draped over my shoulders, her head leaned on my left bicep and I really wish Gina and Courtney would consider just leaving her the fuck alone because they’re fucking annoying. I don’t know how Jessica puts up with this kind of torture. They’re all, “Oh Benji, did you taste the food?” “Oh Benji, isn’t this a nice table?” “Oh Benji, Don’t you just love forks?”
Jess covers her mouth and laughs when she feels it necessary. I shoot a glare over by her and shrug. Her head lifts off of me, and her eyes search my face. “Where are you going?” she asks. First, I lean into her neck, getting a whiff of her Ralph Lauren Blue perfume. She switches between that and Chanel No. 9.
“Give me a little while,” I breathe into her ear and she looks at me worried for moment before she smartens up.
“Benji, stop trying to get in my pants, go to the fucking bathroom by yourself!” she yells, giggling and pushing me away with a fake smile. See, now I don’t even have to excuse myself, and added plus, Courtney and Gina won’t follow me because they think I’m going to pee.
Now that I’m free I think about all the possible things I can do. I could um. Well… I’m getting there, just give me a couple minutes.
“Hey there, what’s your name,” comes a deep for a girl, yet delicate voice, somewhere from my left. I look over a pile of made up eyes and blonde hair with brown highlights looks up at me batting her eyelashes.
“Sorry honey, not my type…” I tell her flat out, not in the mood for anymore girls following me around.
“You’re gay aren’t you,” she asks.
“Um, no. You’re just not my type,” I say. She looks at me through all the eyeliner and mascara, face getting red. Okay, whatever.
I walk into the crowd of cheerleaders some more. Barely any of them are eating, the ones that are eating have only salad or vegetables. I was the only one at the PTHS table that got something that wasn’t green. God, this ‘mingling’ sucks. Upon becoming bored out of my mind, I decide to put my time into good use. Like finding and possibly introducing myself to Cheer God. Which I soon realize is easier said than done.
“I’m Mollie,” A spastic looking possibly 16, looks 15 year old girl with big brown eyes and a mouse-shaped head introduces herself. She looks… interesting, but there’s something about her I don’t like, yet I’m not exactly sure what that is. It’s weird. “I’m from up north. What about you?” she asks leaning up against a wall trying to accentuate some body part and I just feel awkward looking at her. She reminds me of my little sister and that’s just fucked up.
“I’m from around here,” I tell her. She nods her head.
“Oh cool! Do you go to Disney often?”
Okay, that’s one major thing that bugs me about people. Everyone from any other state believes that just because you live in Florida means you go to Disney World all the time. This is so not true… I’ve been there three times in my whole life and I’ve lived in Florida for 7 years!
“No… Listen I-”
“So what’s your name?” This Mollie chick cuts me off, acting so oblivious to the fact I was trying to speak I’m forced to snap my mouth shut. I feel bad but the thought “Typical cheerleader,” crosses my mind maybe more than once in a 5 second span of time.
“I’m Benji but I-”
“Benji’s a cool name, I already told you, I’m Mollie. What grade are you in?” You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
“I have to pee.” I blurt out walking passed her and straight into the men’s bathroom. I walk over to the sinks and mirrors, turning on the water for no reason in particular. I look at my reflection in the mirror; my hair sticks up in all the right places, my eyeliner isn’t smudged too much, my eyes are bright and I’m just here and looking good. My shirt is a blue and black stripy sweater thing along with my black Dickies and no-top chucks. I know that I look good and as horrible as this is going to sound, sometimes I resent it. The bathroom door opens and I jump, hurriedly shoving my hands under the water coming from the sink. I don’t need some preppy excuse of a guy telling me what a fag I am.
However, the boy who enters is nowhere near a prep. Well, mildly a prep, but his little faux hawk makes it all okay. Enter Cheer God. Nice body, gorgeous face and so much more beautiful close up.
“Is there something on my face?” His voice is smooth, his lips forming a delicate smile; head cocked to the side. He blushes moving next to me, staring at me as I stare at him through the mirror. I shake my head quickly, coming out of my trance.
“No, you’re just hot,” I blurt out, shrugging. I’m not the least bit embarrassed about tell him that because honestly, being shy is not going to get his cock in my mouth.
“You’re forward,” he states placing his hands on the marble counter top around the sink and leaning on them.
“Is that a problem?”
“No, it’s actually kind of sexy. You know, you’re not so bad yourself.”
We still haven’t stopped watching each other in the mirror. I turn the water off on the sink and grab for a paper towel.
“So what brings you to the bathroom?” I ask curiously. “You don’t seem like you have to pee,” I add as an afterthought.
“I doubt that you know her, but I’m avoiding this girl, Mollie?”
“Mollie,” I repeat the name a couple of times before it clicks.
“Dude, I just ran away from her. She introduced herself to me and wouldn’t take no for an answer,” I joke and Cheer God laughs.
“That’s the one… she’s my parent’s friend’s kid. I’ve grown up with her. Annoying at fuck, let me tell you…”
“I noticed, thanks,” I say drying my hands off and tossing the paper towel in the trash hole that’s between the two sinks.
I turn my body towards him. Ripping my eyes away from the mirror and to his face. My eyes scan over his actually body. Right here, before me at just an arms length away. I could reach out and grab him if I wanted to. If he’d let me.
“So you’re a cheerleader?” Cheer God asks, having yet to face me.
“Sadly… obviously, I’m at a cheer camp, aren’t I,” I answer, not rude but just stating the facts.
“Why sadly?” I stare at his profile, watching as his eyes narrow in front of him.
“Wasn’t my first choice.”
“You must be good though. To be on varsity…” He finally turns to face me. I watch his eyes as he gives me the once over and I love how he isn’t hiding this attraction between us any less then I am.
“I am good,” I say and it kinda hits me as well. I’m damn good at what I do for the team. I just- “I don’t know, I have yet to find a way to put my heart into I guess.” That sounds lame to me. Oh well. I am lame. Cheerleading is lame. But Cheer God? Well, he is sex worthy, and I want him if he’ll let me have him.
“So uh. While were both here-” I prompt hopefully. Cheer God’s eyes flicker to meet my own and he smirks.
“Got something on your mind?” he asks. He takes a step forward and he’s just about the same height as me, probably a half inch shorter so it’s easy for me to tell when his eyes go down to look at my lips. My eyes find his lips, and they’re plump and pink and just-
“Yeah, I got something…”
My fingers find their way to the back of his neck and I pull his face to mine, mildly unexpected on his side of the spectrum. Head’s tilted, eyes closed, I concentrate on the feel of his lips against mine waiting for him to come to life underneath my touch. His body soon catches up with the program as his mouth opens up for me and his tongue snakes out. I moan into the kiss and let one of my hands slide down the side of his body to rest at his hip. For now at least. But they won’t stay there for long. Cheer God’s warm arms wrap around my neck at first which I’m not going to lie, is pretty hot. His elbows rest on my shoulders while his tongue darts in and out of my mouth. He pulls away from me abruptly, out of breath, his lips raw and even more pink than before.
“Think we should…” he motions to one of the bathroom stalls. I nod but make no effort to move my body, just pulling him in for another kiss. His hands suddenly grip my shoulders rough and he walks me backwards into the giant handicap stall. His body presses mine into the cold white tile of the bathroom while his lips and tongue make magic with my mouth. I let my hands glide over his body, lifting his shirt up in the process so I can get a feel of that cream colored skin. He’s warm and smooth and I press my whole palm across his back and feel him shiver under my touch. This time when he pulls back, we’re both heaving for air and staring at each other through half-lidded eyes.
“I’m Joel,” Cheer God says moving in for another quick peck.
“Benji,” I reply moving my thumb over the skin on his back.
Joel seems content with catching his breath, but for me. Well I’m Benji and I need more. So now it’s my turn to show him what I can do, and I turn the tables, twisting us around so now he’s pressed up to the cold tiles. He dips his head in for a kiss and I reach my hands up under his shirt, my fingers fighting to feel all they can because I don’t know how long I have, but I wanna take all I can get. I can feel Joel’s abs and let me tell you, there is nothing hotter than a skinny guy with abs. Not a scrawny guy. Joel is nowhere near scrawny. But he’s skinny and I like it. My hips involuntarily thrust into his and I moan into the kiss at the feel of my half-hard cock brushing against his. Joel grinds back against me and okay. Yeah. We gotta lose the pants. I’m sorry. I pull away from him, my left hand coming up to hold his cheek forcing him to look at me. What I’m about to ask is very important.
“Do you wanna?” Joel doesn’t even give me the opportunity to finish as his lips crash with mine. Our eyes staying connected the whole time and it’s so intense that I groan and have to let them close half way through because I can’t help it. He moves to rest our foreheads together while we take another moment to breathe.
“Do you have a condom?” he asks and I nod my head, opening my eyes when I feel him lift away from me.
“Get naked,” I order as I separate from him. I look away as he starts taking off his shirt. I love how there’s no hesitation as he does this. No second thoughts. I know that if I watch him anymore, I’ll totally forget about the task at hand and just cream my boxers.
I take my shirt off first and throw it to the corner. I know this is public restroom and I probably should care about germs but a naked Joel is staring at me and I really could care less about the ‘right’ thing to do.
I decide my shirt off is good enough. He’s naked and I find his lips with ease. Now his arms roam over my newly exposed skin and my god, he’s hot. His fingers fumble with the button and zipper of my jeans, but he gets them down to my knees which I guess is good enough. He pulls my body to his, against the bathroom wall and then presses a palm flat over the small of my back forcing our naked erections to rub against each other. I moan surprised, but enjoying it none the less. Next, his hand comes around to my front and he grabs both of our cocks in one hand and pumps them together. My dick’s as hard as it can get and he keeps going, his lips pecking mine on and off for about a whole two more minutes before I decide that I’m not going to come like this. I could, but I want something more. I reach down for my jeans and pull them up part way for my wallet. Once I fish my wallet out I open it up and grab out a condom. Closing my wallet I toss it near my shirt and let my pants fall down some more.
My health teacher always told me that putting a condom in a wallet causes it to become worn out and useless but I never listened to her. It works for safe keeping and she can kiss my ass. Why am I thinking about my health teacher right now anyways? God Benji you’re so retarded sometimes.
I tear open the condom wrapper and quickly roll it over my cock, which is dripping with pre-cum at this point. My eyes move up to watch Joel’s face as he watches me put the condom on. He slowly licks his lips over and takes a giant breath Once it’s on I grip my own penis, squeezing it just the way I like to then run my fingers up from the base to the tip, then back down. Joel moans just from watching me and God that is so hot.
“You like that?”
Joel eyes blink up to meet mine. His pupils are huge and the color around them swirling with beauty and desire. I can tell that he wants me just as much as I want him. It didn’t start this with the intent of getting laid, but I’ll tell you what. I’m certainly not complaining. Joel pulls me into another rushed and heated kiss. Too much tongue and saliva which is perfect for the moment and I bite on his lips and suck on his tongue all I can. One of his hands curiously tweaks my left nipple and yeah... I moan way too loud for what’s acceptable during public bathroom sex but he got my nipples. Okay, so I have over sensitive nipples and a thing for sucking cock. But I swear, that’s it. As gay as I get.
Joel pulls away to laugh lightly and the sound just turns my wheels even more. Now there’s two general ways I can do this. I can shove him against the wall, front first and screw him that way, or I can prop him up against the wall so I can see that pretty face. Something about that idea gets to me. I feel like he’s not just a bathroom screw. He’s way to pretty to be a ‘just anything.’ That’s it. I lift his body up off the ground and hold him in place against the wall. His legs wrap around my hips and I look down between us to line my dick up with the entrance of his hole. I don’t prep him at all, but I figure if he’s willing to have sex in a public restroom, he’s not exactly a virgin.
He moans as the tip of my dick enters. I use my hand to line it up all good, and then I push in the rest of the way with my hips. It’s a steady speed, kinda slow, but I want to focus on the feeling of his muscles clenching and unclenching as he fights with his body’s instincts on what to do about the invasion. I concentrate on my breathing and try not to make any loud noises now that we’re actually going at it in here. Getting caught is not exactly on my ‘to do’ list and I don’t even want to know what would happen if a counselor was the one to find us.
Once I’m balls deep Joel lets out a weak breath and I follow suit.
“You okay?” I ask, tender and caring if only for a moment. Joel nods.
“Will you just fuck me already,” he begs shamelessly, but surprisingly it doesn’t come off as slutty. For some reason nothing about this to me is slutty. Instead it’s really, really hot. And I like it. I like him.
I grunt in reply to his request and pull out of him until the tip is left inside. Then I press back in, his tightness pulling me in; his body relaxing perfectly. His arms are gripping around my body to hold himself up, but he keeps his lips busy by littering my skin with marks. My neck, my collar bone, my shoulders, all sucked over by his threateningly pink lips.
I start fucking him hard. Not out of control ramming into him. No, I have control, but the slapping of skin can be heard. I get my lips busy on his skin because if I’m going to have to bear hickeys, it’s not going to be alone. But it’s hard to concentrate on keeping him up, keeping up the pace and just. His asshole is so tight around my dick and yeah it’s been a while since I got the opportunity to fuck a guy and maybe I’m going to come sooner than I’d wish to. My heavy breathing soon turns into small frantic breaths. My easy going pace falls into an off steady rhythm and my lips end up resting on his skin rather than sucking on it.
I can feel an orgasm growing in the pit of my stomach and I know at this point there’s no hope of holding it back. Joel’s fingernails then dig into my back pulling me closer to him so his dick gets some friction with my stomach. His legs hold me to him even tighter, if possible and he starts panting my name into my ear non-stop. A whispery “Benji, Benji, Benji,” over and over in his silky smooth voice, each time I thrust in.
It sends me over the edge and before I know it I’m crying out his name, my orgasm ripping through my body unexpected, but welcome all the same. I’m actually kind of excited that I came first… gives me more opportunities. I breathe into his shoulder a couple of time to regain some composure. Next, I pull away from him and lean him up carefully against the cold wall getting him back on his legs. He starts whimpering at the loss of contact and I feel bad, but at the same time, I know he knows I’m not going away. I pull off the condom then tie it off, throwing it into the toilet. I turn back to Joel, and watch him as his grips his hard cock, jerking himself off.
“Benji, do something,” he begs. Smirking, I pull my pants up and drop to my knees. Joel’s cock is dripping with warm sticky pre-cum, but his dick is actually quite perfect. The hair is nicely trimmed all around it and his balls are perfectly sized for his, what has to be, 9- maybe 8 and-a-half inch penis. Definitely a nice size.
The first thing I do is use my tongue to swirl around the tip. This gets a shiver and a wiggle out of him so I continue moving my mouth on his cock, getting more and more of it in my mouth, sucking gently at first. I rub my tongue over the underside and that causes him to gasp. I suck a bit harder and put the two sensations together. I feel Joel’s fingers roaming around in my once perfectly styled hair. Oh fuck it, this is totally worth it. His cock is even prettier than I imagined it was.
Oh Joely. I’m being mean aren’t I? I think to myself. I should probably let you come some time soon. Huh?
I now proceed to take him into my mouth. Take all of him into my mouth and at first, when the tip of his dick hits the back of my throat and nothing happens, I don’t think he knows what to do. I slowly reach a hand up to his ass, pushing him forward encouraging him to fuck my mouth and once he complies I moan purposely and skillfully at the right second making him literally scream. I kid you not. He screams and it’s the most awesome sound I’ve ever heard while sucking someone off. Honestly, and that’s saying something considering I’ve had my fair share of… well. Cock.
He shoots a warm load straight into my mouth and I don’t hesitate to swallow it down without thought. He tastes like a man and damn. I don’t know what it is about sucking cock. But I just love it.
I stand up and wipe my mouth with my hand. Joel’s eyes are closed and I can tell he’s on the verge of passing out. I stand back and take this as a chance for my eyes to roam over his body. Joel is pretty much everything that I look for in a guy. As sad as that is, I can tell just by looking at him. His thighs are toned, his abs are well-defined, his arms aren’t bulky, his face is flawless, his lips are like a tease all in themselves and his cock tastes like the flaminian of all penis. I’m serious here.
I shake my head to snap out of- whatever thought process I was just entertaining myself in and find Joel’s clothes. First I find his jeans and boxers, all bunched up together. They’re dark denim, something I could see myself wearing and once they’re all right-side out or inside-in or whatever, I hold them out for Joel to step into them. He does, putting a hand on my shoulder for balance as I pull them up. Once they’re at his waste, he buttons and zips them leaving me with yet another opportunity to stare at his face close up.
Eyes meet yet again and this time, I know we’re about to kiss. I can tell by the way our faces are both slowly moving into each other and they’re about to meet. We’re about to kiss. His head cocked to the side, our mouths already opening, my eyes are falling shut.
His tongue meets mine in the middle and for the first time we kiss and it’s not heated our lust filled. It’s lazy and tender and caring and everything that public bathroom sex isn’t. When I pull back, light brown eyes are staring thoughtfully into my own. I rest my forehead against his and we just continue to stare.
“Do you think this is awkward?” He speaks in a soft whisper.
“Nah…” I shake my head.
“I… I’m not a whore,” he speaks again.
“I never thought you were.” And it’s the truth. He doesn’t really look like a man whore or a slut.
“Do you think we- did we just like-“ Joel sighs in frustration but I have a feeling I know where he was planning to go with this.
“-Ruin our chances at having something more?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
I pull back from him so I can look in his eyes. So I can search for the answer because I know what my heart is telling me, and my heart doesn’t speak a lot. Normally it curses me for letting my dick do all the speaking, but right now it’s screaming at me to not let this kid go. That this could be more than just a sexual connection and that possibly makes me smile. I can see it in his too and he smiles back at me.
“I don’t think so…” I say and his smile gets even wider. He’s definitely a beauty. Just all around perfection.
“Good,” is all he says but that’s all that really needs to be said. Another reason I prefer guys. I don’t have to go in depth about my feelings or whatever bullshit chicks go for anyway. Not that I don’t mind some pussy here and there but dicks and assholes are definitely better. So much better.
I lean down and pick up his shirt to throw at him. He catches it and starts putting it on and I do the same with my own. Opening the stall door, I move back out in front of the mirror and smooth over my clothes. A second later Joel is next to me doing the same exact thing. I finish fixing myself first and stare at his profile, just like I did when all of this began. This time when Joel turns to face me, he’s smirking.
“You just can’t take your eyes away from me now can you mister?” he raises a brow. Why does he scream sex? Think he’ll let me blow him again? I didn’t get to for nearly as long as I’d liked.
I don’t reply to him, but I doubt he was expecting. “One more kiss before we get attacked by pussies?” I ask with laughter already in my voice.
“Why, I think that’s the most romantic thing you’ve said since we met,” Joel laughs with me, but our lips meet yet again and I suck on his bottom lip pulling back just to go at him at a different angle.
The bathroom door suddenly opens and we break apart quickly. A guy enters the bathroom, and god, he can probably smell the stench of sex as I imagine it’s gotta be lingering in the air somewhere. I feel a hand on my back as Joel is pushing me towards the door, just as the guy goes into the handicap stall we were just in.
“You never flushed the damn toilet,” Joel informs me harshly and I nearly topple over giggling when I push open the door. The familiar noises of annoying girls in over peppy tones chatting fills my ear and I groan.
“You sure you don’t want to go back in for round two?” I ask hopefully.
“Believe me, I wish I could, but I should probably get back to my team,” he frowns.
“Do you have to?” I reach out and grab one of his hands. He squeezes it immediately but nods his head.
“Yeah, I really do,” he says.
Just then, Mollie chooses that moment to sneak up on us nearly scaring the fuck outta Joel as he lets go of my hand and jumps.
“Hey Joely! Have you met Benji? He’s my new friend. I was just talking to him like, not that long ago. Anyways, Rachel’s looking for you-”
“There you are baby!” A girl with black hair and a typical cheerleader’s body smiles at Joel coming over to him with her arms open, wrapping herself around his neck. What is this? Who the fuck is she? I try to catch Joel’s eyes but he won’t look at me anymore.
“Who’s this?” The girl asks motioning to me.
“Oh, this is my new friend Benji. Right Benji? This is Rachel. Joel’s girlfriend…”
Rachel. Joel. Girlfriend. What?
Okay, okay. So that’s unexpected to say the least. I just fucked this kid in the bathroom and now I find out he has a girlfriend. He just cheated on his girl with me. What the fuck. I feel bile in the back of my throat. Dinner just doesn’t want to stay down. I think of Joel’s sweat soaked body, just 10 minutes ago, digging his nails into me and I swallow down a gag.
“Nice to meet you. Um, yeah.” I swallow shaking my head. My left hand in his a fist and my nails are making half moons into my palm. I just fucked Joel, and Joel has a girl. That thought won’t stop running through my head. Cheating is probably one of the worst things you can do to somebody. I would know. I scrunch up my face and keep looking at Joel hoping he’ll connect eyes.
“Well Joel… it was nice meeting you. And Rachel.”
The amount of disgust that’s carried in my voice when I spit out Joel’s name. I turn around, and leave them. I can’t handle that. I just- that’s so fucked up. I’ve been cheated on, and that’s probably why I think with my dick so much and to think that I actually considered him a ‘something more’ kind of guy when he had his chick waiting out there for him.
I find my table and Jess is talking animatedly to a couple of guys. I dip down to her, so my lips brush against her ear.
“Wanna come with me?” I ask her. She looks up, probably to make sure it’s me and then glances at the boys she’s talking too. None of them come close to me, but still they’re not bad and she does pride herself on playing ‘the game’ as she puts it.
“Can it wait?” She asks me loud enough for them to hear. I whisper to her again.
“If you want to get laid, then you’ll excuse yourself right now,” I tell her. She takes a deep breath and turns to the boys in front of her.
“I um. I have to go.”
I would probably laugh at this at any other time, but right now I just need to get the feel of Joel and his lying cheating ass off my body. And that’s what Jessica is here for. Hot, angry sex. It’s her favorite as she tells me on oh so very many occasions. She stands up and we begin the journey to the hotel.
Thirty minutes later I’m pounding into her and she’s moaning under me like they’re no tomorrow her hips lifting off the hotel bed, meeting me at every thrust. She scratches my back, I can feel her nails carving lines into my skin, but it’s exactly what I need. I pull on her hair causing a sudden broken scream of pleasure. Yeah I think. This will do…
At least she’s not a cheating whore.
Sorry about the wait. My bad. I forgot about I put this on LJ for a second. Whoops! Please leave a review for more and I promise not to forget! lol Love you guys!
Author: Meh Bitchezz. x_tired_craxy_x
Summary: Pretty simple. Benji and Joel are cheerleader about to battle for the title of some competition. Bring it ON Bitches!
Notes: No, the boys aren't related. If you want a story where they are I suggest looking into my archive.
Disclaimer: Yeah, I made this shit up. Don't worry about it dudes.
CheerBoy-1
Jessica has an arm draped over my shoulders, her head leaned on my left bicep and I really wish Gina and Courtney would consider just leaving her the fuck alone because they’re fucking annoying. I don’t know how Jessica puts up with this kind of torture. They’re all, “Oh Benji, did you taste the food?” “Oh Benji, isn’t this a nice table?” “Oh Benji, Don’t you just love forks?”
Jess covers her mouth and laughs when she feels it necessary. I shoot a glare over by her and shrug. Her head lifts off of me, and her eyes search my face. “Where are you going?” she asks. First, I lean into her neck, getting a whiff of her Ralph Lauren Blue perfume. She switches between that and Chanel No. 9.
“Give me a little while,” I breathe into her ear and she looks at me worried for moment before she smartens up.
“Benji, stop trying to get in my pants, go to the fucking bathroom by yourself!” she yells, giggling and pushing me away with a fake smile. See, now I don’t even have to excuse myself, and added plus, Courtney and Gina won’t follow me because they think I’m going to pee.
Now that I’m free I think about all the possible things I can do. I could um. Well… I’m getting there, just give me a couple minutes.
“Hey there, what’s your name,” comes a deep for a girl, yet delicate voice, somewhere from my left. I look over a pile of made up eyes and blonde hair with brown highlights looks up at me batting her eyelashes.
“Sorry honey, not my type…” I tell her flat out, not in the mood for anymore girls following me around.
“You’re gay aren’t you,” she asks.
“Um, no. You’re just not my type,” I say. She looks at me through all the eyeliner and mascara, face getting red. Okay, whatever.
I walk into the crowd of cheerleaders some more. Barely any of them are eating, the ones that are eating have only salad or vegetables. I was the only one at the PTHS table that got something that wasn’t green. God, this ‘mingling’ sucks. Upon becoming bored out of my mind, I decide to put my time into good use. Like finding and possibly introducing myself to Cheer God. Which I soon realize is easier said than done.
“I’m Mollie,” A spastic looking possibly 16, looks 15 year old girl with big brown eyes and a mouse-shaped head introduces herself. She looks… interesting, but there’s something about her I don’t like, yet I’m not exactly sure what that is. It’s weird. “I’m from up north. What about you?” she asks leaning up against a wall trying to accentuate some body part and I just feel awkward looking at her. She reminds me of my little sister and that’s just fucked up.
“I’m from around here,” I tell her. She nods her head.
“Oh cool! Do you go to Disney often?”
Okay, that’s one major thing that bugs me about people. Everyone from any other state believes that just because you live in Florida means you go to Disney World all the time. This is so not true… I’ve been there three times in my whole life and I’ve lived in Florida for 7 years!
“No… Listen I-”
“So what’s your name?” This Mollie chick cuts me off, acting so oblivious to the fact I was trying to speak I’m forced to snap my mouth shut. I feel bad but the thought “Typical cheerleader,” crosses my mind maybe more than once in a 5 second span of time.
“I’m Benji but I-”
“Benji’s a cool name, I already told you, I’m Mollie. What grade are you in?” You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
“I have to pee.” I blurt out walking passed her and straight into the men’s bathroom. I walk over to the sinks and mirrors, turning on the water for no reason in particular. I look at my reflection in the mirror; my hair sticks up in all the right places, my eyeliner isn’t smudged too much, my eyes are bright and I’m just here and looking good. My shirt is a blue and black stripy sweater thing along with my black Dickies and no-top chucks. I know that I look good and as horrible as this is going to sound, sometimes I resent it. The bathroom door opens and I jump, hurriedly shoving my hands under the water coming from the sink. I don’t need some preppy excuse of a guy telling me what a fag I am.
However, the boy who enters is nowhere near a prep. Well, mildly a prep, but his little faux hawk makes it all okay. Enter Cheer God. Nice body, gorgeous face and so much more beautiful close up.
“Is there something on my face?” His voice is smooth, his lips forming a delicate smile; head cocked to the side. He blushes moving next to me, staring at me as I stare at him through the mirror. I shake my head quickly, coming out of my trance.
“No, you’re just hot,” I blurt out, shrugging. I’m not the least bit embarrassed about tell him that because honestly, being shy is not going to get his cock in my mouth.
“You’re forward,” he states placing his hands on the marble counter top around the sink and leaning on them.
“Is that a problem?”
“No, it’s actually kind of sexy. You know, you’re not so bad yourself.”
We still haven’t stopped watching each other in the mirror. I turn the water off on the sink and grab for a paper towel.
“So what brings you to the bathroom?” I ask curiously. “You don’t seem like you have to pee,” I add as an afterthought.
“I doubt that you know her, but I’m avoiding this girl, Mollie?”
“Mollie,” I repeat the name a couple of times before it clicks.
“Dude, I just ran away from her. She introduced herself to me and wouldn’t take no for an answer,” I joke and Cheer God laughs.
“That’s the one… she’s my parent’s friend’s kid. I’ve grown up with her. Annoying at fuck, let me tell you…”
“I noticed, thanks,” I say drying my hands off and tossing the paper towel in the trash hole that’s between the two sinks.
I turn my body towards him. Ripping my eyes away from the mirror and to his face. My eyes scan over his actually body. Right here, before me at just an arms length away. I could reach out and grab him if I wanted to. If he’d let me.
“So you’re a cheerleader?” Cheer God asks, having yet to face me.
“Sadly… obviously, I’m at a cheer camp, aren’t I,” I answer, not rude but just stating the facts.
“Why sadly?” I stare at his profile, watching as his eyes narrow in front of him.
“Wasn’t my first choice.”
“You must be good though. To be on varsity…” He finally turns to face me. I watch his eyes as he gives me the once over and I love how he isn’t hiding this attraction between us any less then I am.
“I am good,” I say and it kinda hits me as well. I’m damn good at what I do for the team. I just- “I don’t know, I have yet to find a way to put my heart into I guess.” That sounds lame to me. Oh well. I am lame. Cheerleading is lame. But Cheer God? Well, he is sex worthy, and I want him if he’ll let me have him.
“So uh. While were both here-” I prompt hopefully. Cheer God’s eyes flicker to meet my own and he smirks.
“Got something on your mind?” he asks. He takes a step forward and he’s just about the same height as me, probably a half inch shorter so it’s easy for me to tell when his eyes go down to look at my lips. My eyes find his lips, and they’re plump and pink and just-
“Yeah, I got something…”
My fingers find their way to the back of his neck and I pull his face to mine, mildly unexpected on his side of the spectrum. Head’s tilted, eyes closed, I concentrate on the feel of his lips against mine waiting for him to come to life underneath my touch. His body soon catches up with the program as his mouth opens up for me and his tongue snakes out. I moan into the kiss and let one of my hands slide down the side of his body to rest at his hip. For now at least. But they won’t stay there for long. Cheer God’s warm arms wrap around my neck at first which I’m not going to lie, is pretty hot. His elbows rest on my shoulders while his tongue darts in and out of my mouth. He pulls away from me abruptly, out of breath, his lips raw and even more pink than before.
“Think we should…” he motions to one of the bathroom stalls. I nod but make no effort to move my body, just pulling him in for another kiss. His hands suddenly grip my shoulders rough and he walks me backwards into the giant handicap stall. His body presses mine into the cold white tile of the bathroom while his lips and tongue make magic with my mouth. I let my hands glide over his body, lifting his shirt up in the process so I can get a feel of that cream colored skin. He’s warm and smooth and I press my whole palm across his back and feel him shiver under my touch. This time when he pulls back, we’re both heaving for air and staring at each other through half-lidded eyes.
“I’m Joel,” Cheer God says moving in for another quick peck.
“Benji,” I reply moving my thumb over the skin on his back.
Joel seems content with catching his breath, but for me. Well I’m Benji and I need more. So now it’s my turn to show him what I can do, and I turn the tables, twisting us around so now he’s pressed up to the cold tiles. He dips his head in for a kiss and I reach my hands up under his shirt, my fingers fighting to feel all they can because I don’t know how long I have, but I wanna take all I can get. I can feel Joel’s abs and let me tell you, there is nothing hotter than a skinny guy with abs. Not a scrawny guy. Joel is nowhere near scrawny. But he’s skinny and I like it. My hips involuntarily thrust into his and I moan into the kiss at the feel of my half-hard cock brushing against his. Joel grinds back against me and okay. Yeah. We gotta lose the pants. I’m sorry. I pull away from him, my left hand coming up to hold his cheek forcing him to look at me. What I’m about to ask is very important.
“Do you wanna?” Joel doesn’t even give me the opportunity to finish as his lips crash with mine. Our eyes staying connected the whole time and it’s so intense that I groan and have to let them close half way through because I can’t help it. He moves to rest our foreheads together while we take another moment to breathe.
“Do you have a condom?” he asks and I nod my head, opening my eyes when I feel him lift away from me.
“Get naked,” I order as I separate from him. I look away as he starts taking off his shirt. I love how there’s no hesitation as he does this. No second thoughts. I know that if I watch him anymore, I’ll totally forget about the task at hand and just cream my boxers.
I take my shirt off first and throw it to the corner. I know this is public restroom and I probably should care about germs but a naked Joel is staring at me and I really could care less about the ‘right’ thing to do.
I decide my shirt off is good enough. He’s naked and I find his lips with ease. Now his arms roam over my newly exposed skin and my god, he’s hot. His fingers fumble with the button and zipper of my jeans, but he gets them down to my knees which I guess is good enough. He pulls my body to his, against the bathroom wall and then presses a palm flat over the small of my back forcing our naked erections to rub against each other. I moan surprised, but enjoying it none the less. Next, his hand comes around to my front and he grabs both of our cocks in one hand and pumps them together. My dick’s as hard as it can get and he keeps going, his lips pecking mine on and off for about a whole two more minutes before I decide that I’m not going to come like this. I could, but I want something more. I reach down for my jeans and pull them up part way for my wallet. Once I fish my wallet out I open it up and grab out a condom. Closing my wallet I toss it near my shirt and let my pants fall down some more.
My health teacher always told me that putting a condom in a wallet causes it to become worn out and useless but I never listened to her. It works for safe keeping and she can kiss my ass. Why am I thinking about my health teacher right now anyways? God Benji you’re so retarded sometimes.
I tear open the condom wrapper and quickly roll it over my cock, which is dripping with pre-cum at this point. My eyes move up to watch Joel’s face as he watches me put the condom on. He slowly licks his lips over and takes a giant breath Once it’s on I grip my own penis, squeezing it just the way I like to then run my fingers up from the base to the tip, then back down. Joel moans just from watching me and God that is so hot.
“You like that?”
Joel eyes blink up to meet mine. His pupils are huge and the color around them swirling with beauty and desire. I can tell that he wants me just as much as I want him. It didn’t start this with the intent of getting laid, but I’ll tell you what. I’m certainly not complaining. Joel pulls me into another rushed and heated kiss. Too much tongue and saliva which is perfect for the moment and I bite on his lips and suck on his tongue all I can. One of his hands curiously tweaks my left nipple and yeah... I moan way too loud for what’s acceptable during public bathroom sex but he got my nipples. Okay, so I have over sensitive nipples and a thing for sucking cock. But I swear, that’s it. As gay as I get.
Joel pulls away to laugh lightly and the sound just turns my wheels even more. Now there’s two general ways I can do this. I can shove him against the wall, front first and screw him that way, or I can prop him up against the wall so I can see that pretty face. Something about that idea gets to me. I feel like he’s not just a bathroom screw. He’s way to pretty to be a ‘just anything.’ That’s it. I lift his body up off the ground and hold him in place against the wall. His legs wrap around my hips and I look down between us to line my dick up with the entrance of his hole. I don’t prep him at all, but I figure if he’s willing to have sex in a public restroom, he’s not exactly a virgin.
He moans as the tip of my dick enters. I use my hand to line it up all good, and then I push in the rest of the way with my hips. It’s a steady speed, kinda slow, but I want to focus on the feeling of his muscles clenching and unclenching as he fights with his body’s instincts on what to do about the invasion. I concentrate on my breathing and try not to make any loud noises now that we’re actually going at it in here. Getting caught is not exactly on my ‘to do’ list and I don’t even want to know what would happen if a counselor was the one to find us.
Once I’m balls deep Joel lets out a weak breath and I follow suit.
“You okay?” I ask, tender and caring if only for a moment. Joel nods.
“Will you just fuck me already,” he begs shamelessly, but surprisingly it doesn’t come off as slutty. For some reason nothing about this to me is slutty. Instead it’s really, really hot. And I like it. I like him.
I grunt in reply to his request and pull out of him until the tip is left inside. Then I press back in, his tightness pulling me in; his body relaxing perfectly. His arms are gripping around my body to hold himself up, but he keeps his lips busy by littering my skin with marks. My neck, my collar bone, my shoulders, all sucked over by his threateningly pink lips.
I start fucking him hard. Not out of control ramming into him. No, I have control, but the slapping of skin can be heard. I get my lips busy on his skin because if I’m going to have to bear hickeys, it’s not going to be alone. But it’s hard to concentrate on keeping him up, keeping up the pace and just. His asshole is so tight around my dick and yeah it’s been a while since I got the opportunity to fuck a guy and maybe I’m going to come sooner than I’d wish to. My heavy breathing soon turns into small frantic breaths. My easy going pace falls into an off steady rhythm and my lips end up resting on his skin rather than sucking on it.
I can feel an orgasm growing in the pit of my stomach and I know at this point there’s no hope of holding it back. Joel’s fingernails then dig into my back pulling me closer to him so his dick gets some friction with my stomach. His legs hold me to him even tighter, if possible and he starts panting my name into my ear non-stop. A whispery “Benji, Benji, Benji,” over and over in his silky smooth voice, each time I thrust in.
It sends me over the edge and before I know it I’m crying out his name, my orgasm ripping through my body unexpected, but welcome all the same. I’m actually kind of excited that I came first… gives me more opportunities. I breathe into his shoulder a couple of time to regain some composure. Next, I pull away from him and lean him up carefully against the cold wall getting him back on his legs. He starts whimpering at the loss of contact and I feel bad, but at the same time, I know he knows I’m not going away. I pull off the condom then tie it off, throwing it into the toilet. I turn back to Joel, and watch him as his grips his hard cock, jerking himself off.
“Benji, do something,” he begs. Smirking, I pull my pants up and drop to my knees. Joel’s cock is dripping with warm sticky pre-cum, but his dick is actually quite perfect. The hair is nicely trimmed all around it and his balls are perfectly sized for his, what has to be, 9- maybe 8 and-a-half inch penis. Definitely a nice size.
The first thing I do is use my tongue to swirl around the tip. This gets a shiver and a wiggle out of him so I continue moving my mouth on his cock, getting more and more of it in my mouth, sucking gently at first. I rub my tongue over the underside and that causes him to gasp. I suck a bit harder and put the two sensations together. I feel Joel’s fingers roaming around in my once perfectly styled hair. Oh fuck it, this is totally worth it. His cock is even prettier than I imagined it was.
Oh Joely. I’m being mean aren’t I? I think to myself. I should probably let you come some time soon. Huh?
I now proceed to take him into my mouth. Take all of him into my mouth and at first, when the tip of his dick hits the back of my throat and nothing happens, I don’t think he knows what to do. I slowly reach a hand up to his ass, pushing him forward encouraging him to fuck my mouth and once he complies I moan purposely and skillfully at the right second making him literally scream. I kid you not. He screams and it’s the most awesome sound I’ve ever heard while sucking someone off. Honestly, and that’s saying something considering I’ve had my fair share of… well. Cock.
He shoots a warm load straight into my mouth and I don’t hesitate to swallow it down without thought. He tastes like a man and damn. I don’t know what it is about sucking cock. But I just love it.
I stand up and wipe my mouth with my hand. Joel’s eyes are closed and I can tell he’s on the verge of passing out. I stand back and take this as a chance for my eyes to roam over his body. Joel is pretty much everything that I look for in a guy. As sad as that is, I can tell just by looking at him. His thighs are toned, his abs are well-defined, his arms aren’t bulky, his face is flawless, his lips are like a tease all in themselves and his cock tastes like the flaminian of all penis. I’m serious here.
I shake my head to snap out of- whatever thought process I was just entertaining myself in and find Joel’s clothes. First I find his jeans and boxers, all bunched up together. They’re dark denim, something I could see myself wearing and once they’re all right-side out or inside-in or whatever, I hold them out for Joel to step into them. He does, putting a hand on my shoulder for balance as I pull them up. Once they’re at his waste, he buttons and zips them leaving me with yet another opportunity to stare at his face close up.
Eyes meet yet again and this time, I know we’re about to kiss. I can tell by the way our faces are both slowly moving into each other and they’re about to meet. We’re about to kiss. His head cocked to the side, our mouths already opening, my eyes are falling shut.
His tongue meets mine in the middle and for the first time we kiss and it’s not heated our lust filled. It’s lazy and tender and caring and everything that public bathroom sex isn’t. When I pull back, light brown eyes are staring thoughtfully into my own. I rest my forehead against his and we just continue to stare.
“Do you think this is awkward?” He speaks in a soft whisper.
“Nah…” I shake my head.
“I… I’m not a whore,” he speaks again.
“I never thought you were.” And it’s the truth. He doesn’t really look like a man whore or a slut.
“Do you think we- did we just like-“ Joel sighs in frustration but I have a feeling I know where he was planning to go with this.
“-Ruin our chances at having something more?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
I pull back from him so I can look in his eyes. So I can search for the answer because I know what my heart is telling me, and my heart doesn’t speak a lot. Normally it curses me for letting my dick do all the speaking, but right now it’s screaming at me to not let this kid go. That this could be more than just a sexual connection and that possibly makes me smile. I can see it in his too and he smiles back at me.
“I don’t think so…” I say and his smile gets even wider. He’s definitely a beauty. Just all around perfection.
“Good,” is all he says but that’s all that really needs to be said. Another reason I prefer guys. I don’t have to go in depth about my feelings or whatever bullshit chicks go for anyway. Not that I don’t mind some pussy here and there but dicks and assholes are definitely better. So much better.
I lean down and pick up his shirt to throw at him. He catches it and starts putting it on and I do the same with my own. Opening the stall door, I move back out in front of the mirror and smooth over my clothes. A second later Joel is next to me doing the same exact thing. I finish fixing myself first and stare at his profile, just like I did when all of this began. This time when Joel turns to face me, he’s smirking.
“You just can’t take your eyes away from me now can you mister?” he raises a brow. Why does he scream sex? Think he’ll let me blow him again? I didn’t get to for nearly as long as I’d liked.
I don’t reply to him, but I doubt he was expecting. “One more kiss before we get attacked by pussies?” I ask with laughter already in my voice.
“Why, I think that’s the most romantic thing you’ve said since we met,” Joel laughs with me, but our lips meet yet again and I suck on his bottom lip pulling back just to go at him at a different angle.
The bathroom door suddenly opens and we break apart quickly. A guy enters the bathroom, and god, he can probably smell the stench of sex as I imagine it’s gotta be lingering in the air somewhere. I feel a hand on my back as Joel is pushing me towards the door, just as the guy goes into the handicap stall we were just in.
“You never flushed the damn toilet,” Joel informs me harshly and I nearly topple over giggling when I push open the door. The familiar noises of annoying girls in over peppy tones chatting fills my ear and I groan.
“You sure you don’t want to go back in for round two?” I ask hopefully.
“Believe me, I wish I could, but I should probably get back to my team,” he frowns.
“Do you have to?” I reach out and grab one of his hands. He squeezes it immediately but nods his head.
“Yeah, I really do,” he says.
Just then, Mollie chooses that moment to sneak up on us nearly scaring the fuck outta Joel as he lets go of my hand and jumps.
“Hey Joely! Have you met Benji? He’s my new friend. I was just talking to him like, not that long ago. Anyways, Rachel’s looking for you-”
“There you are baby!” A girl with black hair and a typical cheerleader’s body smiles at Joel coming over to him with her arms open, wrapping herself around his neck. What is this? Who the fuck is she? I try to catch Joel’s eyes but he won’t look at me anymore.
“Who’s this?” The girl asks motioning to me.
“Oh, this is my new friend Benji. Right Benji? This is Rachel. Joel’s girlfriend…”
Rachel. Joel. Girlfriend. What?
Okay, okay. So that’s unexpected to say the least. I just fucked this kid in the bathroom and now I find out he has a girlfriend. He just cheated on his girl with me. What the fuck. I feel bile in the back of my throat. Dinner just doesn’t want to stay down. I think of Joel’s sweat soaked body, just 10 minutes ago, digging his nails into me and I swallow down a gag.
“Nice to meet you. Um, yeah.” I swallow shaking my head. My left hand in his a fist and my nails are making half moons into my palm. I just fucked Joel, and Joel has a girl. That thought won’t stop running through my head. Cheating is probably one of the worst things you can do to somebody. I would know. I scrunch up my face and keep looking at Joel hoping he’ll connect eyes.
“Well Joel… it was nice meeting you. And Rachel.”
The amount of disgust that’s carried in my voice when I spit out Joel’s name. I turn around, and leave them. I can’t handle that. I just- that’s so fucked up. I’ve been cheated on, and that’s probably why I think with my dick so much and to think that I actually considered him a ‘something more’ kind of guy when he had his chick waiting out there for him.
I find my table and Jess is talking animatedly to a couple of guys. I dip down to her, so my lips brush against her ear.
“Wanna come with me?” I ask her. She looks up, probably to make sure it’s me and then glances at the boys she’s talking too. None of them come close to me, but still they’re not bad and she does pride herself on playing ‘the game’ as she puts it.
“Can it wait?” She asks me loud enough for them to hear. I whisper to her again.
“If you want to get laid, then you’ll excuse yourself right now,” I tell her. She takes a deep breath and turns to the boys in front of her.
“I um. I have to go.”
I would probably laugh at this at any other time, but right now I just need to get the feel of Joel and his lying cheating ass off my body. And that’s what Jessica is here for. Hot, angry sex. It’s her favorite as she tells me on oh so very many occasions. She stands up and we begin the journey to the hotel.
Thirty minutes later I’m pounding into her and she’s moaning under me like they’re no tomorrow her hips lifting off the hotel bed, meeting me at every thrust. She scratches my back, I can feel her nails carving lines into my skin, but it’s exactly what I need. I pull on her hair causing a sudden broken scream of pleasure. Yeah I think. This will do…
At least she’s not a cheating whore.
Sorry about the wait. My bad. I forgot about I put this on LJ for a second. Whoops! Please leave a review for more and I promise not to forget! lol Love you guys!