After School Activities by Dirk Hunter Page B

died
    unspoken. Why was I supposed to care about that asshole again? In that
    moment, I couldn’t remember a single reason.
    In my defense, I wasn’t thinking too clearly because—and I feel this
    bears repeating—Kai was sucking my dick. Kai was sucking my dick!
    So, the only words I managed were moaned. “Fuck yeah.”
    My cock came out of Kai’s mouth with an audible pop. “Mmmm,”
    he said. “Penisy. Strangely not terrible.” He licked my shaft from base to
    tip. “Kind of prefer the Fudgsicle, though.” He laughed and took me back
    in his mouth.
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    It was really happening. With Adam completely out of my mind, I
    marveled in the moment. Kai was sucking my dick. In all our sexual
    encounters to date, it was mostly with me on the giving and him on the
    receiving end, and it never seemed to mean as much to him as it did to me.
    I’d suck his dick, and he’d give me a halfhearted hand job. I’d get hard
    simply by looking at him while he tended to giggle at the sight of me.
    Even when I fucked him, he had been passive and somehow left me
    feeling as emotionally necessary as a dildo.
    But now he was sucking my dick. This wasn’t a hand job between
    buddies; this was something more. And if Kai wanted something more
    from me, to be more than just friends….
    Movement from the corner of my eye caught my attention. I turned
    my head, saw someone standing outside the window. It was Adam. He
    was staring at me, at my hard dick, at Kai. His face was rage. No, his face
    was pain. No, his face was gone.
    I stared at the empty window, a conflicting tumult of emotions
    raging inside of me. “What’s wrong? Am I that bad?” Kai was looking up
    at me with a sardonic grin, lazily stroking my cock with his hand.
    Suddenly, the full import of everything that had happened hit me. Of
    what exactly we had been doing. There was something I had to know.
    “Stand up.” Kai’s eyebrows furrowed at the emotion in my voice, but he
    did what I said. “Take off your clothes.”
    “Oooo, feisty, are we?” He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped
    his pants with an excited quickness. His cock was soft, I couldn’t help but
    notice; I always got hard from giving him a blow job.
    “Shut up,” I said. I grabbed him, thrust our bodies together, and
    kissed him hard.
    I was panting when I eventually pulled away. Kai had his signature
    dopey grin on his face. “What did you feel?” I asked him.
    “A lot of tongue,” Kai quipped.
    “Fuck.”
    Kai’s eyebrows furrowed. “What? Not funny?”
    “I felt fire, burning in my gut and spreading outward. I felt electricity
    on every inch of my skin that touched yours. I felt….” Things I had felt
    with Adam, only he had felt them as well. And now that was ruined too.
    I realized I had been yelling. I brought my voice back under control.
    “I’m falling in love with you, and you will never reciprocate.” I grabbed
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    his clothes from off the floor and threw them at him. “You need to go.
    Now. And we can’t hang out for a while.”
    “But I….” I could see him struggling to be understanding. “Okay,”
    he said finally. He put on his clothes and opened my door. He paused
    outside in the hall. “Earlier, you said there was something you needed to
    talk to me about…?”
    I couldn’t have kept the bite out of my voice if I had tried. And I
    didn’t try. “It’s a little late now to start caring about my feelings, don’t you think?” I slammed the door in his face, but not before I saw the look of
    hurt painted there.
    For what seemed a very long while, I leaned against the door,
    listening to Kai in the hall beyond, just standing there. I was waiting,
    though I had no idea for what. I wasn’t dumb enough to expect him to
    bang on the door, protesting his love, and take me in his arms to my bed.
    Or maybe I really was that stupid. Eventually I heard Kai’s steps retreating
    down the hall and the sound of the front door