See where this leads

John stumbled on his words trying to defend his actions, but there wasn't much left in the closet after he had passionately wrapped himself around his conflicting bully. Todd stood in front of him, smug as ever, continually being egged on by his peers as if what just occurred weren't a hypocritical hyperbole. The homophobic vitriol they were spouting felt blunted by their own game, leaving a few unanswered questions in our protagonist. How far could this go?

"All the dick you been sucking got your tongue tied?" Todd spits out, his hand pressed against the locker over John's head.

All John could think of while rapt in the passive musk from Todd's sweaty underarms was how he wanted to lean deep into the bully's bare chest, and have him taken on the floor in full front of his envious peers - or have them go at each other while he watches... every move by Todd seemed to spur John on further, more than normally, as if each move were subliminally trying to elicit a further reaction.

"A-are you getting turned on by this?" John hesitantly queries, legitimately questioning the jock's finer sexuality at this point.

"Oh! You want me to get hard, do ya?" Todd backs off, shaking his fist at him before taking it down to his own belt. John is dumbstruck as the bully shamelessly pulls it out through each loop, dropping it to the floor in a clatter, and soon letting the denim fall with it, followed by a round of cheers by his peers. "Yeah! Show that fag what for!"

Another man might think they had stumbled into the Twilight Zone, but this was practically Nirvana for John, watching Todd stroke himself to full mast. It would've almost felt like a practical joke gone to far if the end results weren't so plainly erotic. Todd was humiliating himself at this point, at least in John's eyes, his cronies acted like this were the ultimate one-up from kissing a man to prove they are, in fact, gay. Naked from the waist-down while high on a pedestal of his own making, and freely molesting himself in the hallways directly adjacent to homeroom, it's a wonder no other students have passed by yet.

"You're liking this, huh, homo."

John is desperately hard at this point, but it held no erect candle to the flamboyant gyrating in front of him - John felt like he had earned a free pass. He didn't want to jinx it, however, and a fear was brewing that the next word he might say would spiral this encounter in the wrong direction. Maybe just a random babble would get the ball rolling, just to push him to climax. Realistically, sanity got the best of him.

"Have you gone mad?!"
Todd smirks dismissively, his hand continuing to pick up speed against his member, "Oh, fuck off. You're just jealous I'm bigger."
"No, what?" it was hard to even be mad at Todd's constant berating, that with a grimace of pleasure creeping up on his features made it hard to take him at all seriously, "You're jerking yourself off... to punish me?!"
"Hah, and I thought you were just a mindless cock-whore, but you have some brains after all."

"You..." John trails off at the sight of Todd's twitching member, "You think this is punishment? Seriously?"

Todd slows his strokes at his remarks, putting an ominous brow on to scare him. A sloppy drool of precum edges out of his member as he lays off, and he leans forward, putting his face inches from John's intimidatingly.

"You got any suggestions, fuck-boy?"