chapter 3

That evening, after the house was quiet and my door was locked, I was able to get off. I felt wrong fantasizing about a guy I’d just met, but not bad enough not to do it. I pictured Dante in nothing but his underwear, slowly removing them. I wondered what it would feel like for his hands to caress me, like an expensive instrument. But then, without warning, my fantasy shifted to include another participant—Wes. It wasn’t unwelcome, but I had been trying to forget our awkward encounter this afternoon.

Both Wes and Dante had their hands all over me, grabbing at my chest, thumbing my nipples. Their mouths covered me in passionate kisses. These two big dudes wanting me? I could only hope my fantasies would one day come true. I wanted to be squished between the two of them, the middle of a hunk sandwich.

The kisses continued before Wes’s meaty hand wrapped itself around my dick. He stroked it slowly. I couldn’t wait for what would come next—I—I had to slow down—I didn’t want to cum yet. I tried to hold it in, to prolong my release, but I erupted like a volcano, all of my pent-up sexual frustrations covering my chest and stomach. That was one of the most intense masturbation sessions I’d had in a long time, and I was ready to go again almost immediately.

Having stayed up way too late enjoying my personal time, I was late to meet Dante and his brother the next morning. I had been snoozing my alarm for thirty minutes and now it was nearly seven-thirty. I took a shower so quick, I wasn’t sure the water even touched my body. I had brushed my teeth while I was in the shower and—I couldn’t believe I had to make the sacrifice—but I was only able to complete one step of my four-step skincare routine. My day was going to be horrendous.

I was dressed and outside five minutes later than agreed upon, Dante and who I assumed to be his younger brother, Tony, standing in front of my house. I ran up to them quickly.

“Hi, I’m really sorry that I’m late.” I turned to Tony. “I’m Harvey. It’s really nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you Harvey, I’m Tony.” Tony was taller than me, but shorter than Dante. Dante was also much larger than Tony was. Tony was kind of lanky. We began walking. They’d ask me questions about the school, and I tried my best to answer them all.

When we got there, I directed them to the main office. Tony had to check in and get his schedule, whereas Dante had a meeting with the principal and his cooperating teacher. I sat on a bench outside of the office and waited for them in case they needed me. I felt like a troublemaker on this bench. A few moments later I felt someone sit down next to me. I looked over to my right and saw Wes.

“Uh, hey Harvey,” he said. “I just wanted to give you those books you didn’t get to take with you. And, well—I wanted to check in with you to see if you’re okay.” He handed me the two books. He gave me a nervous half-smile and my forehead tingled like I was Harry Potter and Wes was Voldemort, except in this scenario Harry was really into Voldemort. That probably wasn’t the best analogy but talking to Wes had me feeling nostalgic about a romance that never even happened.

“I’m fine,” I said. “Thanks for checking these out for me.”

“Oh,” he said, scratching at his chin. “I just took them out of the library. We’re supposed to check those books out?”

I laughed and his face reddened. He was so cute, and he wasn’t even trying to be.

“You’re something else,” I said, my giggles finally dying down.

“That’s what my grandma always says.” He smiled, his dimples on full display. He had no idea what he was doing to me. I wished he just continued to treat me like I didn’t exist. That would be easier than this. Whatever this was. I wasn’t entirely sure.

Just then Dante and Tony walked out of the office. Tony looked in my direction and I stood up. “I’ll, uh, talk to you later, Wes,” I said, walking over to meet the Washington siblings. I glanced back at Wes, still sitting on the bench for troublemakers, watching the three of us.

“Can I see your schedule, Tony?” I asked. He handed me the white sheet of paper. “Your schedule is pretty good, except you got Mr. James for Biology, he’s awful.” He groaned slightly.

“Did you already have your meeting?” I asked Dante.

“Nah, they told me it wouldn’t be until nine. I’m supposed to take myself on a tour of the school until then.”

“Sounds about right,” I said. “Leave it to this place to send you on a self-guided tour. I wish I could show you around, but first period is about to start.”

“I would tell you to ditch and show me around, but that probably isn’t very teacher-like.” He smiled and I smiled back, smitten.

“Okay,” Tony interjected, gesturing back and forth between me and his brother. “You two need to calm whatever this is down. Leave it to Dante to try and get with the first person we meet in this town. Ridiculous. Thanks for all your help, Harvey.”

“Oh, no problem, have a good day.”

“See you later Tone, have a great day.” Tony rolled his eyes at his brother before walking off to Biology, leaving me and Dante behind. I was mortified, but also very excited. Tony had confirmed something about his brother that I had wanted to know. Dante was gay.

“Don’t mind him,” Dante said.

“So, you’re trying to get with me?” I asked, trying to play coy.

“Like I said, don’t mind him.” He smiled again. “Besides, even if you are cute, you’re one of my students.”

“I take Studio Art, not Band. You’re not my teacher, remember that.” The bell rang and I was thankful for it. I was able to leave Dante behind feeling suave and cool, though I hadn’t realized it was already eight-ten. I said my goodbye and made my way to class. “Mrs. Kerr, I am so sorry I’m late. It won’t happen ever again, I promise.” She just smiled.

“It’s fine, if they can favor the football players, I can favor my own group of students.” I smiled and thanked her. I took my seat, across from Wes. We were still drawing the cubes and spheres.

“Who were those guys you were talking to?” he asked, not even looking at me. It was like I’d done something wrong.

“New friends of mine, why?”

“I was just wondering, that’s all.” Why did Wes care about who I was talking to? I wanted to think he was jealous, but that was just me flying high from my previous conversation. I felt like hot stuff, like every guy wanted me. Funny how flirting with one person could make me into some sort of Casanova.

We sat in silence as we prepped our materials for class. I took out my drawing and oil pastels. I looked at the cubes and spheres, but they were at a different angle than yesterday, even though they weren't supposed to be at a different angle.

“Did you move the basket?” I asked.

“Yeah, I didn’t like the other angle.” I sighed, carefully unclipping my drawing from my oversized clipboard. “What’s wrong?” he asked, and I knew he was genuinely concerned. He didn’t know moving the basket would change my view of the cubes and spheres.

“I was drawing them too, but from my point of view, but now that you’ve moved the basket—”

“Oh, no, I didn’t mean...I’m really...” He looked at my nearly completed picture. “Sorry.”

“It’s all good. I’ll just have to come in during lunch. Just don’t move the subject around again.”

“I won’t.” He was so cute. It was like he was a little kid who had spilled some milk, or a puppy that had accidentally ruined a garden. His eyes got all sad and he pouted a little and I felt sorry for him, even though he had inconvenienced me. I smiled to myself and started a new drawing.