Smevalicious banner I'll keep you my dirty little secret Dirty little secret Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret Just another regret, hope that you can keep it My dirty little secret Brian’s POV This has been one fucking terrible day. First I have to schmooze with my new “girl.” Soon I’ll do a highly emotional break up giving me a reason not to date anyone for awhile. When I finally pry myself out of her clawing grasp to go meet Justin in the bathroom he isn’t there!! Maybe he got caught up in the art room or something. Damnit I was gunna use this time for a quick blow job and then break the news to him. Now I’m stuck here in AP Economics with a raging boner wondering why the hell Justin ditched me. If he gets stuck he usually messages me or something. I haven’t seen him since gym and we usually cross paths a couple times in the hallway. Where the fuck is he? I hope there’s nothing wrong… Justin’s POV I saw Brian coming out of the bathroom confused and then go in late to Economics. We usually meet in the bathroom for a quickie or whatever because Brian equals God in this school and I fly under the radar. But I couldn’t do it. He probably smells like her. Okay maybe I’m just a silly little faggot but I have been avoiding him all day, taking alternate routes and stuff. I’m afraid of his explanation I guess. I’ve tried to convince myself that this is stupid and he cares about me, only me but I can’t. It makes perfect logical sense that he needs a girlfriend every so often to keep up appearances but it still hurts. God why am I being so selfish, he can’t come out, he’s a jock, not some fudge packing fairy that paints pretty pictures, he needs to keep up the man’s man display, even if it is just some flimsy façade. But what about me!?! This is tearing me apart. God damnit Brian just fucking come out already! Argh I hate fighting with myself, I always lose. Later that Day… Brian’s POV God could this day get any worse!?! First Cynthia, then Justin, practice, my fucking knee, and now off to meet Mikey at the diner. Practice went horrible today. The state championship is Friday so Coach wanted us to be “extra prepared.” Meaning whip our asses into the ground so we will win, how that logic works, I don’t know. And to add insult to injury it rained last night so the field was a mess. When we scrimmaged, Chris, the clumsy jackass, slipped in the mud and side tackled me. I fell and now my knee hurts like a motherfucker. But of course I’m captain so I can’t show any weakness so I had to play through the pain. Whatever, I’ll ice it tonight so it’ll be good to go tomorrow for another excruciating practice. I parallel park in front of the diner and look around for Justin’s wreck on wheels. What the fuck? I’m already 30 minutes late and Justin’s no where to be seen, he was supposed to meet me here. I walk into the diner, the bell above me announcing my presence to Deb’s favorite dork at the counter. Before it attacks I scan the room for Justin, maybe he took the bus. “Ohmygod!!!!!! Brian!!!” The pale grease monkey launches itself at me and I’m pulled into and awkward and uncomfortable hug. “Hey Mikey, how’s it goin?” I can already feel the headache coming on. “Hey Brian I’m just swell, How have things been going for you?” Mikey cleans his ear with his finger and wipes it on his pants, I shudder visibly and lead the bumbling boy over to a booth. “Things are fine, you didn’t happen to see a blonde guy about your height come in did you?” “Nope, why?” “I wanted you to meet my boyfriend.” More like ‘I wanted him to protect me from you’ “You… You have a boyfriend?” “Yea why?” I crane my neck and look out the window behind us. Where the fuck is Justin!?! This is the second time today he’s stood me up, I really hope he’s okay. I pull my cell phone out of my pocket, huh no missed calls. “Bu..But Brian!” “What Mikey?” I check my voicemail, empty. “Y.. You said that you didn’t have a boyfriend! That it was going to be just you and me!” What the fuck!? “Mikey that was last year, I met someone alright? Get over yourself!” “Bu..But!” I look up, His eyes are watering, bottom lip quivering, good god. “Look I met someone, I was going to introduce him to you, I thought you would be happy for me, you know we live to far apart to be together Mike…” Choke. Gag. Ewww. Yea right. “You mean it?” I guess, I never said I wanted to… “Yea, look why don’t you order and ice cream, on me. But I got to go find Justin, he was supposed to meet me here. I can’t hang with you tomorrow but Saturday is the State championship soccer game, I you can come if you want to.” “Wow! Sure Brian! You go do your thing, we’ll go to the arcade or that comic shop we went to last year later!” Mikey snorts up a hanging booger with a huge smile and I cringe. “Great” I lay a ten on the table and get up the leave slowly, the ache in my knee coming back, “I’ll see you later.” “Bye Brian!!” I quickly leave the diner and hop back into the Jeep, that was easy, now to figure what’s up with Justin. Justin’s POV Why the hell am I being such a shit? I ditched Brian and Mikey and now I’m not answering my cell phone. Each time I hear his ring tone my gut sinks further. No, fuck him, he can hang out with his other blonde bimbo tonight. Well, maybe I’ll talk to him tomorrow, see what the deal is. No! Stay strong, listen to his messages, see how hard he begs. Oh come on, cut him a little slack. Who the hell are you to dictate what he does? Hell it might have only been a friend. No need to unleash the ugly green monster. I’M HIS FUCKING BOYFRIEND!! So? So he should at least have the decency to talk to me out what ever the hell was going on!! Maybe he was going to but you won’t answer your phone! No! If he needed arm candy or to show off he would have done it in public!! Not in an empty hallway!! What is he going to prove alone! Well… No! I’m right, he’s a two timing asshole. With that fight with myself over I pick up my plate from dinner and head back downstairs. Craig’s in a dangerous mood when he gets home so I move quickly. The Next Day… Brian’s POV I wake up with my cell phone in my hand, drool on my chin, god I’m pathetic. I’m getting pissed at Justin, I guess I’m hoping for it to be his fault, and not his father’s why he isn’t calling me back. I’ll send him a note or something in Bio. I sit up, wipe my chin and check my clock. How the hell did it get to be Thursday? Jesus it’s been one of those weeks. I untangle myself from the sheets and pad into the bathroom. After starting the shower I relieve my aching bladder. In the shower my soapy hand wanders down to my cock. I run my finger over the thick vein, wishing it was Justin’s little pink tongue. I massage my balls while pulling hard on the shaft, thinking about his luscious ass. An image of Justin masturbating floats around my brain. Him shoving his artistic fingers in and out of his hole, panting and screaming my name. “Unnghh!” I press the pad of my thumb hard into the slit and I send hot creamy jizz shooting onto the glass panel of my shower. I press one hand onto the shower wall, catching my breath and balance. A half hour later, dressed in jeans that hug in all the right places and a gray collared pullover I hop into my Jeep and speed off to North Allegheny High.