Nobodies

Frank gets up, crossing the room to get to his dresser. I shamelessly stare at his butt, because Jesus Christ it is beautiful.
“Are you staring at my ass?” Frank asks as he opens his top drawer.
I blush a little, but gain enough confidence to respond, “Yeah. It’s really tiny; it’s cute.”
Frank turns a little bit red himself, but returns to the bed, a bundle of a lube and a condom in his arms. I reach around his waist and squeeze one of his ass cheeks, commenting,
“And it feels as flat as it looks.”
“Shut up!” Frank giggles, pushing my hand away. He stands there somewhat awkwardly, clutching a condom in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. “Do…. Do you want to….”
“I’ll be the bottom,” I blurt, trying to make it less awkward. I’m kind of scared as Frank gets behind me, laying me on my back. It will probably hurt. Like, really bad. But I’m willing to do it. I grab one of his forearms, asking,
“Can you, can you prepare me?”
Frank nods, “Yeah, I think I know how.” He grabs my thighs, pulling them upward so my ankles are on his shoulders. He lubes up one finger, slowly inserting it. He curls it once he’s inside, and I bite my lip to suppress a shudder. He adds another finger, spreading the two out in a scissoring motion. I feel myself stretch a little bit. He lubes himself up more before adding a third. My ass is on fire, but at the same time, it feels really fucking good. I’m a twitching, moaning mess, and the kid hasn’t even used his dick yet. Frank smirks down at my invalid self.
“You’re really…” my breath catches. “You’re really good at this, Frankie.”
Frank turns a little pink in the cheeks, and sheepishly admits, “Well, I just know how to do this from fanfiction.”
I grin, and ask, “Who do you ship?”
“Peterick,” he replies. “And Destiel.”
I grin, and grind my hips as he digs his fingers further into me. He separates them one more time, forcing my body to make room for the visitor. He looks down at me, and then screws his eyes shut, muttering,
“Fuck, Gee.”
“What?” I ask, not being able to hold back my huge smile at him using Mikes’s nickname for me.
“You’re breathtaking,” Frank replies.
I redden, and shut my eyes myself, trailing a hand down my stomach and clutching it around my dick. I slowly thrust it as Frank removes his fingers. I hear the tearing of a plastic wrapper, and the sound of a condom being put on a fully aroused penis, followed by the snap of the cap to the lube, and the splurt it makes as Frank squeezes some of it into his palm, rubbing it on himself. He grabs my thighs, gradually sliding into me.
I let out a breathy moan, and open my eyes to see Frank blush at my loud, sexual noises. He pulls out, and back in, rocking me back and forth gently. I moan louder, groaning,
“Fu-uck, Frankie.”
Frank grabs my dick with one of his hands, rubbing his thumb all around the head as he fucks me. He rotates his hips, pushing into me further. A fiery sensation burns in my ass, and spreads until it consumes all of my body. It hurts, but at the same time, I want him to never stop.
Frank slows his pace, until he tilts his head back, whimpering as he comes. He pulls out, but continues to work my cock, putting the tip in his mouth and grazing his teeth against it. I moan out his name loudly as I come, and he obediently swallows. He wipes his mouth and crawls up next to me, tearing off his condom and throwing it to the floor, before pulling me into a hug.
Later that day, when I get home I go straight to my room, firing up a documentary about Ted Bundy. Halfway through, there’s a knock at my door. I pause the movie, and call,
“What do you want?”
“Gee, we gotta talk,” Mikey responds.
“Come in,” I reply.
Mikey enters, closing the door behind him. He sits next to me, and I move over and sit up, pulling the covers around myself tightly. I’m in my boxer briefs, which I doubt Mikey would want to see me wearing.
“Gerard… does…. Does anyone besides Frank and I know you’re gay?” Mikey questions.
Oh shit. We’re having one of those talks. “Um, Jamia knows.”
“Who’s Jamia?”
“This girl that’s my friend,” I reply. “She’s hella awesome; you should totally meet her.”
“I’ll have to,” Mikey agrees. “So, when did you find out you were gay? And how?”
“Mikes, I’ve…” I breathe heavily, confiding, “I’ve known since I was a kid, honestly. Ever since I started getting sexual feelings… I’ve… I never felt them towards girls. So that was a no brainer.”
“Why don’t you come out?” Mikey asks.
“Maybe because I don’t want to get my ass kicked,” I snap.
Mikey looks hurt. “I was just curious.”
“I’m sorry,” I apologize, rubbing my face. “I’m just so fucking agitated. But you know how kids are in this town. I’m sure that I’d get bullied again if I told everyone I was gay.”
“True, true,” Mikey replies. “But, maybe you should be more worried about who you are and less worried about what others think.”
“I’m not worried about what they think; I’m just refraining from telling anyone for now so I don’t get my ass torn to shreds every single day,” I snarl.
Mikey again, is hurt. Great, I’m a piece of shit for a big brother. I lean over, hugging Mikey. “I’m sorry. I just… ugh. I feel like shit.”
“How come?” Mikey asks.
I break the hug, stringing a hand through my hair as I answer, “I haven’t been sleeping well at all.”
“Why?” Mikey questions.
Maybe just because sometimes I just feel so guilty that I start crying so bad that I can’t sleep? “No reason.”

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