Birthday Boy

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Throughout the drive to school, Dante and Diana did their best to sing through every mildly birthday-related song they could think of. They passed by multiple distracting sights, especially for Dante, but their singing never halted. One billboard they saw was advertising a camp for non-white husbands to learn how to be better cucks for white dick. Another one seemed to be from a yogurt or ice cream company, with the artist Laufey and her twin sister Junia licking the pre-cum off the tip of a big white cock as the advertisement. They passed by the Hojo household as well, where their classmate Yuna and her mom were sucking off a white neighbor on their porch, while Mr. Hojo mowed his lawn. By the end of the drive, they were truly scratching the bottom of the birthday song barrel, and had looped all the way back around to the classic.

“Happy birthday to you!” they sang, as Dante pulled into the student parking lot.

Oliver hopped out of the car first, not wishing to incur Diana’s wrath, once she realized he had his headphones in the entire drive.

“Ollie!” she said, her lips forming a pout. “Singing isn’t easy, you know.”

“Your singing was great, babe,” Dante said, turning off the car. “I’m sure he just didn’t want to hear me belting out all the lyrics.”

Diana smiled, before leaning over and kissing Dante’s cheek. “You’ve got a good voice too, D.”

Dante watched her hop out of the car, the heat from her kiss still present on his cheek. They didn’t kiss each other’s cheeks often. It was the closest thing to intimacy they were legally allowed, and so they tried not to do it too often, so that it still felt special to them.

Dante grabbed his bag and hurried after his friends. His mood was much better than it had been earlier this morning, though he still worried about whether anyone at school would be aware of Diana’s birthday having passed.

He did his best to shake his head clear, focusing only on the feeling left on his cheek, and the smile present on Diana’s lips. He reminded himself that nothing was truly different now. Dante had understood the realities and limitations of his relationship with Diana since they first started dating. Deluding himself now, that he could keep her age secret forever, was a pointless stress. If she wasn’t worried about it, why should he be? He’s a great boyfriend. Even if she did eventually hook up with someone, he’d still have the same part of her that he’s always had… the part that matters to him.

The group walked through the entrance of Bondport High School, and Dante felt ready to face whatever might come their way. That included, of course, dodging the multiple pairs of students going at it in the hallways, as they made their way to their lockers.

“God damn, Simon, clean up after yourself,” Diana said, lightly shoving one white classmate out of the way; a few of his loads already staining the floor as he continued to fuck some girl against the lockers.

“Sorry!” the boy said, moving slightly so people could get past without stepping through his loads.

Dante and Diana both arrived at their lockers, positioned right next to one another. “You’d think for such a shy one, Simon wouldn’t fuck so often in the middle of the hallway,” Dante said.

“I don’t think he’s shy as much as he’s just easily frightened by me,” Diana said.

Dante pulled out his textbooks for his first period, Sexual Education. He grabbed the normal health textbook, and of course his school-provided copy of “Hearts and Minds” by Yuna Hak.

Ms. Bai’s classroom had the desks organized in three rows of three desks each, on both sides of the class, with a simple bed at the center for any practical demonstrations. Ms. Bai herself was a surprisingly beautiful Asian woman, though her inconsistent grading scale, which was much harsher toward her non-white students, made Dante quite wary of her. Diana took a seat in the middle, with Dante and Oliver sitting on either side of her.

“Good morning to everyone present and on time. Now please flip to—” Ms. Bai said, before being interrupted by a student’s late arrival.

She looked down at her watch, then back up at the late student. “Jamal, do you have a good reason for your lateness?” Ms. Bai asked.

The boy, a black classmate, shook his head. “Sorry. My sister couldn’t drive me to school today cause her new boyfriend kept her up all night, so I had to run here.”

Ms. Bai shook her head. “Not good enough. You need to find a way to get here on time. For now, you’re on cleaning duty.”

“But—” Jamal said, his complaint dying in his throat, before he reluctantly took his seat.

Cleaning duty, an invention of Ms. Bai’s, and one she was very proud of. Unsurprisingly, plenty of cum and other bodily fluids ended up on the floors and surfaces of the school throughout the day. And while it was technically the janitor’s job to clean it all up, Ms. Bai liked to assign the job of cleaning up her classroom to one unlucky non-white male student every period. Dante’s good behavior had meant he’d only ended up on cleaning duty twice, so far.

“Page 42 in your textbooks, please,” Ms. Bai said, the whole class flipping through as instructed.

The projector was already turned on, with a diagram from the assigned page being projected onto the front wall.

“Now, does anyone wish to make a guess as to what this diagram is trying to show?” Ms. Bai asked.

Dante looked back down at his textbook and assessed the diagram. On the top portion of the diagram was a lineup of images, each one being the vagina of a woman of a specific race, one image per race. Below that was another line of images, this time with white cocks being inserted into the women in each image, the cocks seemingly a perfect fit. Below that was one last line of images, this one having various non-white men attempting to initiate intercourse, only for their cocks to be too small or disgusting for proper pleasure.

The meaning was obvious, at least to Dante. He raised a hand and said, “It’s depicting the different suitability of human races for intercourse.”

Ms. Bai nodded. “Can you be more specific?”

“It’s showing how white men have evolved in a way that makes their… penises… perfect for intercourse and other sexual activities with the opposite sex. The bottom line shows how the opposite is true for men of other races,” Dante said, doing his best to follow the textbook with his answer.

Ms. Bai smiled, before turning back toward the front wall. “Dante is exactly correct. And assuming everyone read through the assigned chapters of Hearts and Minds last night, then I’m sure you’ll all already know this. White men’s penises are perfectly suited to pleasuring the opposite sex, no matter the woman’s race. Non-white men, meanwhile, have evolved to be supporters of the community, or more colloquially known as cucks.”

“I wonder if there’s a taste difference too,” Diana said, whispering curiously to Dante and Oliver.

“Is there something you’d like to share with the class, Ms. Crespo?” the teacher asked.

Diana jumped in her seat. “Uhh… I-I was just wondering if this sex suitability stuff applies to anything besides my vagina,” she said, making up a question on the spot.

“Perfect question, and exactly where I’d like to take our lesson today,” Ms. Bai said. “Can I get a volunteer from amongst the boys?”

Dante knew she wasn’t referring to him or any other non-white boy. The white boys all held up their hands, and Ms. Bai picked one at random, before instructing him to sit on the edge of the bed in the center, so everyone could see him clearly.

Ms. Bai dropped down to her knees, her pencil skirt tight enough to see the outline of her ass, though Dante knew it was impolite for him to ogle. His white classmates stared openly, however. It was mere seconds before she had the boy’s zipper pulled down and pants around his ankles.

“I wouldn’t trust it. A woman like her is liable to bite the whole thing clear off,” Oliver said, joking quietly as he and Diana both watched the lesson unfold.

Despite her typical cold demeanor, Ms. Bai’s gaze seemed glued to one thing and one thing only, and that was the delicious white cock in front of her lips. She smooched the tip, before diving further in and showing the entire class how a grown woman slurps on morning wood.

It wasn’t clear to any of the students what this lesson was meant to teach exactly, other than the fact that Ms. Bai adored the taste of white dick. Nonetheless, after multiple minutes of loud cock slurping, Ms. Bai managed to remove herself from her student’s penis.

“Alright, I think that should’ve been a thorough enough look at how perfectly designed white penises are for Asian mouths,” Ms. Bai said, standing back up from her knees. “Now, I’ll need a female volunteer to help show how this applies to women of other races as well.”

Ms. Bai didn’t ask for hands this time, her eyes instead scanning the room for the perfect example. Dante barely held himself back from cursing, as sweat built against his forehead and armpits. A teacher would be the likeliest of all people to know that Diana was eighteen now. Was she gonna call on Diana? Was all of this really going to happen so quickly? Dante wasn’t ready, not one bit.

“Ms. Vargas, would you be a dear and do as I just did for the class?” Ms. Bai asked, interrupting Dante’s stream of thought.

The latina classmate nodded happily, before hopping her way over to the bed and dropping to her knees in front of it. Her technique wasn’t even half as good as Ms. Bai’s, not that Dante was an expert on the subject, it was just obvious to see.

There was still a significant portion of class time remaining, but not much else happened. Ms. Bai allowed Luisa to be the one to finish the white boy off, and after that they just kept reading through the textbook as a class. Dante’s relationship survived first period, without incident.

———

Dante and his friends shared most of their classes throughout the first half of the day. That included fourth period Gym as well. And for the first time all day, the friends were separated, each heading to their assigned locker rooms to get changed. Like most schools nowadays, the locker rooms at Bondport High were separated into two categories: a locker room for female students and white male students, allowing them to change together, and a separate locker room for non-white male students.

Dante did his best to avoid the growing mist of cologne coming from the other boys in the locker room, as he made his way to the bench and started getting undressed. As he dragged his gym shorts up and over his legs, however, he could hear the snickering of some boys nearby.

They weren’t exactly hidden, as Dante spotted them just around the corner of the showers. Ahmed and Samir, brothers and two of Bondport’s biggest troublemakers. They had a bench propped up where two of the walls met, and Ahmed was standing atop it as he stared directly into the wall.

“Your time’s up, switch with me already,” Samir said.

“It’s been barely a minute, have some patience, bro,” Ahmed said, as Samir pulled him away from the wall.

Dante wasn’t sure what to make of the scene at first, until he saw what it was that Ahmed had actually been shoving his face against. Samir pulled his brother away from the wall, revealing a small but noticeable crack, likely caused by water damage or something. The crack was decently wide, big enough to look through, and on the opposite side of that wall would be…

“You fucking creeps,” Dante said, making his presence known to his classmates.

Both brothers looked over at him, neither appearing frightened by the fact that their perving had been caught. They both shrugged, before going right back to fighting over whose turn it was to perv on the other locker room.

“Dudes! You really just gonna ignore me? My girlfriend’s in there. So quit the staring already,” Dante said.

Ahmed groaned in annoyance: “Are you really putting on this chivalry act right now?” He gestured toward the wall and said, “You realize your girl is in there changing alongside all the white boys in our class, right? Why you getting so pissed at me, as if they aren’t also probably all ogling Diana as she strips down.”

Dante was already on edge enough today; he didn’t appreciate Ahmed putting even more worrying images in his mind.

“It’s different, alright. Now get changed already, before I tell Mrs. Woods,” Dante said.

“Come on, I know you’d like to get a real look at her, at least once,” Ahmed said, offering Dante a turn with the peephole. “She’s your girlfriend, after all.”

Dante didn’t budge, showing no interest in the offer. He wasn’t a pervert. Even if she was his girlfriend, it wasn’t right to just invade her privacy like that.

Ahmed rolled his eyes at the stone-faced reply, before dragging his brother along with him toward the opposite end of the locker room.

“Man, I didn’t even get a second look. All I saw was Brody’s ugly dick as he jerked off and snapped photos,” Samir said, continuing to complain as his brother dragged him away.

Brody was snapping photos in the locker room? Of who? All the girls? The implications worried Dante, and so he threw on his gym shirt and rushed back out to the gymnasium itself.

None of his white classmates had exited their locker room yet. He wasn’t surprised, they almost always got distracted in there and had to be forced out by one of the teachers, Mr. and Mrs. Woods. Luckily, Brody was the first out, along with two girls to rest both his hands on. Dante recognized them as members of the cheer squad. They might cheer Dante on during basketball season, but they’d drop to their knees in an instant for a white boy, even one like Brody McCarthy.

The three of them were chatting mindlessly, as Brody continued to treat both girls’ asses like human stress balls, before being interrupted by Dante’s approach.

“Hey, Brody, can I see your phone a sec?” Dante asked.

“What for?” Brody asked, clearly annoyed by the interruption.

“I have to call someone and I left my phone at home,” he said, hoping to just delete the photos without causing a confrontation.

“You can borrow mine,” one of the girls offered nicely.

“No!” Dante said, before catching himself. “It… uh… Brody’s would work fine.”

Brody and both girls looked rather confused, as he began to grab his phone out from his back pocket, and hand it to Dante. Right as it was about to pass into Dante’s palm, however, Brody stopped and pulled back.

“Hold on, are you… are you just trying to sneak a peek at the nudes I got stored on here?” Brody asked, accusing Dante of being the pervert in this situation.

Dante couldn’t help himself; Brody’s accusation sent him over the edge. “They aren’t your nudes. You don’t own them! You can’t just go snapping pics of girls while they change. It isn’t right.”

Both girls looked at Dante like he’d grown a second head, as Brody rolled his eyes and said, “Grow up, man, it’s just some jerk off material. And just cause Diana plays pretend about being your girlfriend, doesn’t mean you get to police what I do with my eyes.”

Dante watched as Brody shoved the phone back into his pockets. There was no way Diana agreed to be jerk off material for Brody McCarthy, and so it was his duty as her boyfriend to delete those photos. And no one got to call his relationship pretend.

“I’ll show you what to fucking do with those eyes,” Dante said, lunging forward to clock Brody between the eyes.

The cheerleaders did their best to hold both boys apart, as they hurled insults at one another and kicked each other’s shins again and again. The noise both boys were making was more than noticeable, and it wasn’t long before the gym teachers arrived to separate them.

Mrs. Woods’ lips were still glossy, as a line of spit and pre-cum dripped across her chin, likely because she’d been giving Mr. Woods a blowjob in their office before being interrupted by the noise outside. Dante had heard from an upperclassman a few years ago that Mrs. Woods was actually Mr. Woods’ student originally, and that he’d bought her ownership contract after her graduation and married her. While she wasn’t technically employed by the school, Mr. Woods still dragged her to work with him every day to help out with certain demonstrations.

The teachers split both boys up, with Dante getting threatened by Mr. Woods with running extra suicides at practice after school. It was during said scolding that Dante noticed Diana and Oliver had exited their locker room, and were walking behind Brody, over to the bleachers.

Once he’d agreed to behave for the rest of class, Mr. Woods let Dante go, and he marched his way up the bleachers to where his friends were already sitting.

“What was that about, D?” Diana asked.

He rubbed the back of his neck and said, “Nothing… just some stuff he wanted me to know for practice later.”

“But I saw you and Brody,” she said. “I know he must’ve said or done something stupid. What was it this time? Give me an excuse to clock his dumb mouth later.”

“It was nothing, really,” Dante said, clearly growing uncomfortable, as he continued to worry about what Brody might do with those photos later.

“Really? I assumed it had something to do with those creepshots he was taking in the locker room earlier,” Oliver said, Brody’s phone in his palm. “But if it was nothing, I can just give this back to him.”

Dante was dumbfounded at the sight of the phone, though his surprise was immediately replaced by pure joy. “There is no way you actually pickpocketed that thing,” he said.

“Still think it’s a dumb hobby?” Oliver asked.

“It’s the first good magic trick I’ve seen you do,” Dante said.

“That’s cause I save the good ones for the ladies,” Oliver said. “Speaking of which… shall we delete these then?”

“Wait,” Diana said. “Delete what? Is that Brody’s phone?”

Dante and Oliver both nodded.

“Is this about Brody’s jerk off collection? I know he’s gross, but isn’t it just typical boy stuff?” Diana asked. “Is this really what you got in an argument with him about?”

Dante was about to explain and defend himself, when Oliver interrupted and said, “Just cause he’s white, doesn’t mean he gets to act like a creep, Diana. And besides…” he motioned toward the lower portion of the bleachers, where Brody was fucking one of the cheerleaders while choking her neck, “I think he’ll be perfectly fine without his jerk off collection.”

Oliver deleted the photos, turned the phone off, and chucked it straight into the garbage behind the bleachers.

“Nice shot,” Dante said, very pleased with his friend’s support in this situation.

“Maybe you should join the basketball team as well, Ollie,” Diana said, earning a laugh and eye-roll from Oliver.

“I think I’d have better luck playing on the girl’s volleyball team with you, Diana,” Oliver said.

The rest of the class period passed by without further incident. Mr. Woods led the boys through the day’s regimen, while Mrs. Woods led the girls. Occasionally both teachers partnered up to demonstrate something like lifting a girl up by her ass during intercourse, though only a few of Dante’s classmates partnered up to actually try it out themselves. He and Oliver just kept to themselves mostly, and Diana simply continued with squats until Mrs. Woods had moved on to something else, much to Dante’s relief. More than half the day was already over, and Diana’s birthday still remained a secret.

———

“He was tearing that locker room apart looking for it,” Diana said, laughing as she explained how Brody had run around in desperate search of his phone, after he realized it was gone.

“At least we gave him something new to focus on, instead of bothering people while they’re changing,” Dante said, visibly happy with the news of Brody’s distress.

Oliver smiled quietly as well, happy to have helped solve the issue, as he poked at today’s sorry excuse for pizza. It was their lunch period, though neither boy seemed thrilled by the food offered. Diana wasn’t as picky however, having already finished her meal. And after flashing her puppy eyes a few times, both boys handed their slices over as well, helping to satiate her near-endless hunger.

“If you’re still hungry after that, I got something much tastier than this slop,” a voice said behind them.

Oliver looked up from his tray as Dante and Diana whipped their heads around as well, finding themselves faced with a smelly white dong, hanging right out in the open.

“Brody, it’s lunch, can’t you put that thing away for half an hour?” Oliver asked, clearly annoyed.

“What?” Brody asked, as if he hadn’t even realized his own dick was out. “Oh yeah, I left my pants at my table over there.”

“What the fuck do you want, Brody?” Dante asked, sliding himself and Diana further down the cafeteria bench, away from Brody’s hanging cock.

Brody shrugged. “I lost my phone in gym class,” he said, like an accusation. “So without my photo album, I’m kinda reliant on physical jerk off material.”

Every possible uncomfortable feeling crawled across Dante’s body at once, as he watched Brody pump his hand up and down his length, while openly staring right at Diana.

“Anyway, my conversation with Dante earlier got me thinking. Your birthday should be coming up soon, right, Diana?” Brody asked. “You put any thought into whether you’d want your first time to be with a classmate? I could show you a fucking amazing time, really.”

Time felt like it barely moved, as Dante watched his girlfriend’s face form a polite smile. What it meant exactly, Dante wasn’t quite sure, and he never wanted to find out.

“Well… I’m actually already 1–” Diana said, before the intercom screeched to life in the cafeteria, interrupting her.

“Diana Crespo, please come to the main office as soon as possible. Thank you,” the speaker said, before the intercom turned back off again.

A fucking miracle indeed, at least to Dante, as he jumped up from his seat and dragged Diana toward the cafeteria’s exit. He didn’t know what the main office needed her for, but it couldn’t be any worse than what Brody wanted her for, and so he walked her down the halls. Much to his pleasure, Diana grabbed on to his hand and held it the whole way there.

Once at the main office, Diana went in without him, before popping out a few minutes later.

“Apparently it’s a family emergency. They said my parents should be here to pick me up soon,” she said.

“Really? I hope everything’s alright,” he said.

“Me too. I’ll make sure to text you what it was later,” she said.

“I’ll make sure to take good notes in our other classes, so you can cheat off me for the stuff you missed,” he said.

“I think I’d rather trust Ollie’s notes,” she said, clearly teasing him.

“Says the one with handwriting so bad you can’t even read your own notes,” he said, smiling at her.

Diana punched him in the shoulder, before leaning in and kissing his cheek once again.

“Love you, D,” she said. “And thanks for not being super weird about me being eighteen now. I was worried things would be totally different. But the three of us feel like usual so far. I wanna keep it that way.”

Dante nodded immediately, almost out of pure instinct. “Of course! I don’t want anything to change either. And there’s no way I’d let being eighteen now ruin our friendship or relationship.”

Diana hugged him again, pleased by his answer, before waving goodbye for the day and heading toward the pickup area of the parking lot.

Dante headed right to his next class after that, a smile covering his face. Not only had his relationship survived an entire school day without incident, but he was now confident it could survive in perpetuity. The power of love was coursing through his veins, and he didn’t think anything could stop them now, not even the law itself.

———

“So did she ever text you what it was about?” Oliver asked.

Dante had chosen to skip his basketball practice today, not desiring to face Coach Woods’ punishments on an already stressful day. And so he was driving Oliver home instead.

“No, but I’m sure she will later,” Dante said. “Whatever it is, she’s clearly still distracted by it. I wouldn’t want to bother her by calling without warning.”

“You ever think you’re too worried about whether you’re bothering people?” Oliver asked.

“Says you. All you do is worry about others. You only act like you don’t care cause you think it looks cool,” Dante said.

Oliver considered Dante’s reply for a moment, before shrugging and looking out the window. “I suppose that’s true,” he said.

Dante arrived at the O'Deeney household a few minutes later, dropping Oliver off. The birthday banners and decorations were very noticeable, even from outside as they peered through the windows.

“Have a good birthday, man,” he said. “And make sure to save some cake for Diana. She’ll be pissed if you don’t have some leftovers for her when we pick you up tomorrow.”

Both boys visibly quivered at the thought of not having cake to offer Diana, knowing the wrath she might inflict upon them as retribution. Oliver immediately nodded in agreement, before waving goodbye, and allowing Dante to begin his drive home.

———

Dante slept like he was on clouds that night, not having a single nightmare or losing a second of rest. He even woke up to a quiet house for once! Could the day get any better?

His clock read 7:02 a.m., meaning he hadn’t overslept too much, despite his usual downstairs alarm not waking him up. Still, he did his best to get dressed and ready for the day quickly.

He checked his phone as he descended the stairs. There wasn’t anything new from Diana. It must’ve been serious. Would she even be coming to school today?

He rounded the corner to the bathroom, knocking a few times, before Olivia shouted back, “Occupied!”

“I need to brush my teeth,” Dante said.

“You’ll be fine. No one’s ever gonna wanna make out with you anyway,” she said.

“You realize you don’t use your teeth while making out, right?” he said, teasing his sister right back. “Please don’t go biting off some poor white boy’s tongue.”

He walked away with the last word, heading to the kitchen to make himself some breakfast. He remembered his mom saying something about going shopping early today, and his dad must’ve already left for work. There wasn’t much in the pantry besides cereal, and so he pulled a box out, along with a bowl, spoon, and some milk.

He sat down with his breakfast. Still worried for Diana, he decided to send a quick text just asking what’s up and if she’d still be riding with him to school today. He then set the phone down and continued to eat through his cereal.

The front door opened a few minutes later, his mother entering with all her groceries in hand, clearly not wanting to make more than one trip from the car.

“Oh, mijo! I could’ve made you something. Cereal is hardly a filling breakfast,” she said, already sorting and storing her groceries throughout the kitchen.

The cum on her forehead and nose was obvious now that she was closer, with Dante inferring quickly that someone at the grocery store must’ve taken a liking to his mom this morning.

His mom noticed his staring immediately. “It’s pretty, ain’t it? Mr. O'Deeney has surprisingly good aim. You wouldn’t guess it from looking at him,” she said.

“Mr. O'Deeney?” Dante asked, nearly choking on a piece of Lucky Charms. “Oliver’s dad?”

His mom nodded, continuing to put her groceries away as she said, “Yep, I ran into him and Mrs. O'Deeney at Aldi. They told me all about the great news.”

Great news?

“They truly are such attentive parents, thinking so carefully about their son’s needs like that, by choosing someone they know he’d already be comfortable with,” she said, cum actively drying across her nose.

“What news are you talking about, mom? Something big happen at Oliver’s birthday?” Dante asked, sweat building across his forehead, as if his body already knew something was wrong.

His mom paused briefly, clearly surprised that Dante was out of the loop. She set down the last bag of groceries, turning her full attention onto Dante, before she said, “I’m surprised. I would’ve thought Diana would be delighted to tell you the news as soon as possible.”

“Diana?” he asked, the name barely leaving his lips.

His mom nodded slowly. “Mijo… the O'Deeneys purchased Diana’s ownership contract. Oliver’s eighteen now, so they thought it appropriate he get his first slave, and they thought Diana would be a perfect first for him,” she said, as though it were the most normal and adorable thing in the world; her own son’s girlfriend getting gifted as a slave to his best friend. “Personally, I think it’s a wonderful idea. You three have always been inseparable, and now those two will get to explore a whole new side of each other. They probably had so much fun last night.”

“Last… night?” Dante asked, his brain simply latching on for more information, as though anything he heard now could somehow still save his relationship.

“Well yeah, mijo, at his birthday,” she said. “That’s why her parents called her out of school early, so they could take her to the O'Deeneys’ house, get her all cleaned up, and ready to surprise Oliver after school.”

Dante was tempted to laugh. What other reaction would’ve been reasonable? It all felt like a cruel joke. That temptation was interrupted, however; a series of text notification sounds came from his phone and had now seized his full attention. His hand reached out, shaking and desperate for it to just say this was all a prank, or at least a misunderstanding of some kind. He lifted the screen up to his face and read through Diana’s replies…