You walked to the gym, already having sent a message to James telling him to head home without you. You had lagged for a few minutes after classes ended and that, at least, had paid off. The halls were pretty empty as you made your way. You entered the gym and spotted Randy, sitting on the bleachers.
"What do you want?" you asked as you approached him.
"We're gonna hang out this afternoon," he said. "Have some fun."
"You mean you're gonna make me do more perverted shit with you?"
"I'm not making you do anything. You can walk away," he said. The implication was clear, though. Do that and everyone gets that picture and video. You'd be known as the school's genderbent slut by the next day at lunch. "And I'll even let you pick how we have fun. Kind of. We're gonna meet some friends of mine at the mall. Speaking of perverted stuff, though... You can suck me off in the locker room here and now, or you can jerk me off again on the ride over to the mall."
_Fucking hell, what kind of choice is that? _One was crossing a serious line, putting his dick in your mouth... The other would let other people possibly see what you were doing. Though, if not looking closely they might think you were a guy with how you were dressed, then they would think Randy was gay. That would be a small win, at least.
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