Yes

I grinned and pressed my lips to his, and whispered innocently in his ear. “What’s wrong, bro? Are you a bit excited?”

“Stop,” he muttered, but his tone completely contradicted his words.

I lingered for a moment on his erection, then smirked and pulled away. God, it’s way too much fun teasing him, I thought as he panted and visibly fought to make his erection subside. “How was the barbecue?” I called.

“Alright,” Dad replied, and I heard his footsteps on the stairs. “Your mother might’ve had a bit too much to drink.”

“I have not!” Mom’s voice called indignantly from downstairs.

We didn’t get another chance to fuck for the entire rest of the weekend with Mom and Dad around, so on Monday morning, on the way to school, I led Liam into the public bathrooms and blew him like a champ. Like a true gentleman, he tried to reciprocate by offering to finger me, but I turned him down. I was weird like that: I could go for ages without orgasm, but I got antsy if I didn’t make a guy cum for a while. Maybe I was a slut?

I wiped my mouth as we slipped out of the bathroom, the taste of cum still strong on my tongue. “Yum,” I smirked, and Liam laughed.

“You would make an amazing escort.”

“I’m just generally amazing – I thought that was obvious.”

As we neared the main road, Liam let go of my hand. “Back to normal, right?”

“Text me if you need a booty call,” I said, punching him on the shoulder. He rolled his eyes. I quickly mimed giving a blowjob, then sauntered off before I even saw the inevitable twitch in his pants.

Putting his arousal out of my mind, my friends Jasmine and Chrissie greeted me at the school gates; Jasmine was of Persian descent – golden skin, raven hair, black eyes, the whole smoking hot shebang – while Chrissie was American, born and bred. I loved the way the light caught her light-brown hair, and how her green eyes peered shyly out from under it.

Yeah, I’m bi. Get over it.

Annoyingly, though, neither of them were interested in girls – at least, not as far as I knew. Still … there was that one time I kissed Chrissie. We were both pissed, and it was in spin the bottle, but … she seemed to like it. A lot.

“Someone looks happy,” Jasmine smiled as she caught sight of me. “Like ‘I got some’ happy.”

“Tell you later,” I whispered conspiratorially, heading to my locker.

“Who was it?”

“Tell you later,” I repeated, smiling slightly at her impatience.

“How far?”

I rolled my eyes.

“Tell you later,” Chrissie finished, glancing knowingly at me.

“Thank you,” I said as I opened my locker. On autopilot, I grabbed my drama book, knocking a small box off the top of the disorderly pile. “Shit.” I quickly picked it up and shoved it back in my locker.

“You okay?” Jasmine asked.

“Yeah. Sorry.” Blocking the view to the package, I lifted the lid and peered inside carefully. Already? Man, that was fast.