Sex in the alley

If I had been told that I would be able to cross off all these things from my fantasy list just two hours ago, I wouldn't have believed it.

 But after the kiss, the holding of hands, and even straddling our crotches against each other in the toilet just to hide, and then running around hand in hand without a care in the world, I became certain that today is the luckiest day of my life.

 Being the school's pampered genius the moment I became a student of Oakfield High School three years ago wasn't the best thing that happened to me, despite the opportunities and fame I gained.

 It put me under the spotlight, made me feel more pressured to put in my best, and even more on my lowest days. While that would have been a good thing in a regular life, my life wasn't regular, and the strive to remain perfect without any blemish would have made me lose my mind if not for the shy presence of Luis in it.

 He was so unnoticeable in class, yet whenever I strayed my gaze away from the teacher, it would land on him. He never seemed to notice, even though he had tried to gain my attention that first year.

 I was all new, but having some nerd stay extra minutes after class just to see if he could get a chance to talk to me cheered me on. While we never got the chance to communicate, I felt like there was a lot between us, until he was suddenly absent for a whole month. After he returned to school, he suddenly became totally different—an even worse introvert, talking to just one person, and he seemed to have lost the light in his eyes that made him so cute. He no longer had anyone (me) in his eyes, and it poked and prodded at me.

 It made me beg and scream to be noticed by him again, so I did everything I could to get his attention once more, including becoming the most popular. I wore the popularity I hated so much like a shawl, but he still never noticed. Not when I roamed the classes and cafeteria with a new girl every week and maintained my winning streak.

 And no, I'm not gay. I just wanted him to look at me again, like I was possessively obsessed with the curious glances he always sent my way.

 I wasn't gay, I was just self-absorbed, or at least that was what I thought—until he came into the club room looking so damn attractive without his nerd glasses. It was my first time seeing him without his glasses, and I just felt the need to do something and blame it on the alcohol later.

 And it led me here, to the middle of this loud street, his hand in mine, his pulse against mine. I can feel him with all my senses, but it doesn't seem to be enough. I want to feel every single inch of his body as well.

 I was out of it, and I knew it, but I couldn't help it—not when Luis Frontana was looking at me again, that gaze of his that had messed up my life and given it meaning at the same time.

 "Why are you looking at me so intently?" He asked, shaking me out of my reverie as he snatched his hand out of my hold—or rather, tried to.

 "I need a smoke," I said with a small smirk, not letting go. More like I didn't dare to.

 I knew this night would end sooner or later, and all of this would be over, like it was a dream. That's why I planned on taking advantage of every minute of this night.

 "A smoke?" He paused, looked at the stores around for a while, and then returned his gaze to me with an almost stern and scolding look as he replied:

 "If you want something to suck on so bad, just take this. Smoking is bad for your health," he said as he took out a strawberry lollipop from his pocket and handed it over to me like we were friends, familiar with each other.

 "Are you kidding me right now?" I was beyond stupefied as I stared at him.

 "No, I'm not. Sugar is better than nicotine," he said in a deadpanned way.

 "Handing me a lollipop when I need a smoke?" I replied in disbelief.

 "Then would you rather I handed you my cock?" He asked playfully, but my eyes changed at the mere thought and how well I could smoke his cock's juices.

 "That's an even better option then," I smiled and tightened my hold around his hand before leading him to the most quiet place I could find.

 It was a dark space between a bar and a closed light shop.

 "What are you trying to do?" He asked the moment I pressed him against the brick wall and used my body to hold him in place.

 "Taking you up on your offer, of course. Your dick better be better than nicotine," I said as I pulled off my shirt and placed it in front of him to act as a cushion between his face and the wall.

 My last act of kindness.

 "Aren't you a fucking homophobe? What makes you think kissing me and trying to fuck me out in the wild would make me think any better of you? Let go right now!" He seemed really upset as he spoke, and I froze, my hand which had snuck under his shirt pausing right after I pinched a nipple between my index finger and thumb.

 "Garber," his groan sounded more like a plea in my ears.

 "I'll take that as a no," I said with a smirk as my hand fondled with his buckles, letting his jeans sag on his hips.

 "You want my hand on your filthy hard cock, don't you?" I asked as my palm rubbed on the smooth cotton of his boxers while trying to get a feel of his length.

 He definitely wasn't small, but he also didn't compare to me in any way.

 "Hmm," whatever he had to say was muffled into my shirt as I freed his dick from its confines and started to stroke him.

 It didn't take him a minute to get fully erect and start leaking precum.

 "Garber," he made an attempt to call my name amidst his moans.

 "Acting so shy and nerdy in school, but you've always wanted my hands on your cock, haven't you? You wanted me to fuck your shyness out, yes or yes?" All I got in response was him arching his back even more, while his hands, which were pressed between his back and my chest, kept writhing like they were begging to be freed.

 I felt upset, and with a grunt, I tightened my hand around his cock and jerked him harder while I brought my hand down from his chest to smack his round backside so hard, the sound echoed in the darkness.

 "When I ask a question, you give a fucking answer!" My voice was sterner and more guttural, but what I got in response was a shivering whimper and a load of precum shooting on my palm.

 "I guess I can work with that," I smirked as I changed hands and started to use his precum as lube.