The Assembly

No one knows what happened to Mark. That much is clear. My room is searched first by administration, then by the police, then again by me, wondering if they missed anything. Not many people know about Mark's parents, that he comes from the kind of generational wealth most people would kill to have. _Kill to have. _I try not to think about whether he was killed. The cops put me through a round of interrogation but I can't think of anything useful to say. It doesn't matter what I tell them anyway. They have no leads, no clues, and no idea what to do next.

I sleep that night, alone, in our dorm, double-checking that every door is locked. When I wake up, I almost imagine him in the bunk beneath me again. The smell of his semen hasn't left the room -- I don't know that it's possible to get out that much scent. I lay my hand softly over my cock, thinking of his... but I'm just not in the mood. I hop in the group shower and this time nobody bothers me. Everyone has started avoiding me like the plague... it's a little eerie. It makes me think I might be next.

On Monday, they call all of us seniors into the theatre for an assembly. I see Jason again, and Danny, but neither of them try and talk to me; they also got investigated, and maybe they think it's my fault. I think about Angie, my girlfriend back home. I wish she was here.

"Good morning, students," Principal Morrison addresses us all. The room smells exactly what you think a room of a hundred eighteen-year-old boys smells like. I realize I'm not the only one distracted by it, I glance around the people sitting next to me and see already some kids rubbing themselves over their pants. The teachers -- some of whom are women, the only women at the school -- all pretend they don't see anything. "I'm here today to address the very serious disappearance of Mark Hamilton."

A murmur spreads through the crowd -- Mark was well liked, I know. Always out with someone, doing something. I wonder, looking around at all the faces in the assembly hall, how many boys here he's fucked.

"It's a great loss for our community, and I wanted to remind everyone to be safe. And if anyone knows anything at all about the matter, please come forward."

Another murmur, but no one speaks up.

"I am calling in a private detective, at the request of Mark's parents, to help us with our investigation," he continues on. This time, the murmur is loud and almost excited. "If they ask you any questions, please be accommodating. Know we are all working together here to come to a solution. And if you feel the need to see the grief counselor..."

The assembly went on and on. They brought in a therapist to speak to us, then a psychologist, then a criminologist, then the school's head of security. It was all too much for me. I couldn't stop thinking about Mark. I couldn't ignore the smell of the hundred boys around me, the fact that wherever I looked I saw cocks outlined beneath their school pants, some kids even letting their dicks hang out, hands wrapped around themselves, leaning against the kids next to them, just as eager, just as horny...

I excused myself to the bathroom. I was sad, I was horny, I pushed into a stall and let my pants drop, pressing my cock into my hand, stroking myself in the cool air of the school's bathroom. Even though I wasn't gay, even though I loved my girlfriend, I couldn't stand being in that room with all of that smell, that sweaty, semeny smell, that delicious.... incredible smell of all those horny young men... My pace increases, I picture Mark's cock, Mark's massive balls, and then the cocks I saw in the assembly -- the assembly room, one degree away from an orgy, everyone so, so close to just fucking...

And then I see it: An eye in the hole carved into the side of the bathroom stall. My hand freezes. I don't recognize the eye; it's blue and wide and staring right at my dick. I didn't know the stall had a fucking glory hole. My face flushes, embarrassed, and I turn away, only for the person in the stall next to me to speak:

"You don't have to stop," he said. I didn't recognize the voice. "In fact...." I turn and see that the boy in the stall next to me's eye disappeared, replaced by his wide, open mouth, his tongue lolling out like an entryway for my cock to slide against.

I hesitate. I've never fooled around with anyone except Angie before. But it isn't gay if I can't see the other person, right? I could just imagine it's Angie. I could just pretend. And his tongue looks so inviting. I want to feel the soft, wetness of his tongue against my cock, I want, I need some release.

Trying to picture Angie, I turn towards the hole and gently lay the tip of my cock against his tongue. I shudder immediately against the cold drip of his tongue, which slides beneath my cock like his tongue was made for it. I let out a moan, pressing my hand against the wall to support myself. The mystery boy's tongue slides back and forth beneath me, licking down to my balls and back up to the tip, his mouth finally closing over my head and the vibrations of his groans climb my body, hardening my nipples as I thrust back and forth into the tight fuckhole of his throat.

I try to think of Angie, imagine it's my girlfriend on the other side, but the only thing on my mind is cock. I can think of nothing but the dicks I saw in the assembly, wondering what they taste like, wondering what it might be like to be on the other side of the glory hole, sucking off a complete stranger, just for the sweaty, musky taste of their cum.

I barely last a minute inside the mystery boy's warm lips, before my cock bursts out a stream of cum that he greedily swallows, licking my sensitive head until I stop, until I have to pull away from the sensitivity.

"Thanks," I say. "I really needed that."

"Me too," the mystery boy says. "Come back here during lunch if you wanna have another go." I hear him unbuckle his pants, and then see him press his dick against the floor, giving me a clear view of his beautiful member, his hard as fuck cock and balls sagging beneath. "Or if you wanna have a taste."

"Maybe," I say, not certain I'm ready -- the post-nut clarity making me feel kind of gross for what just happened. Kind of gross and kind of... happy. "I'll see you around," I say, making my way to the door, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mystery cock-sucker, but he stays hidden behind the stall.

When I finally return to the assembly room, the speeches are over, and everyone is heading back to their dorms. Principal Morrison pulls me aside before I can join them.

"Listen, son," Principal Morrison says, hand on my shoulder. I look up at him -- he has a salt-and-pepper beard over a muscular chin, his body broad and tall. There are rumors he invites some students back to his home for holidays... but I don't know how much truth there is to that. "We want you to see the detective first. I know it might be hard for you. But I want you to know, we're all here to support you."

"Thanks," I say. His hand lingers on my shoulder in a way that makes my chest tingle. "I'll... I'll get going now!"