Brian’s POV
I pull my lips away from Michael’s and grin at him. “Did he see?” I ask.
“Yep,” Michael replies. “He looked real pissed off.”
“Good. I’ll show that whore that he’s not the only one that can manipulate people into doing what he wants.”
“You remember the plan that I told you?” Michael asks me for the second time today. Nodding my head, I walk backwards away from him and head towards the gym. I wait outside until everyone has left the locker room before entering Lee's office.
“Excuse me sir, but I’ve been a bad boy. Maybe you should punish me,” I purr seductively, removing my tie.
“Brian, I can’t right now. I can’t have you like this during school hours. The headmaster almost caught us last time.”
“But I want you to suck me off right here and now,” I say. “I know you want to, I can feel it.” Pressing my body close to his and cupping his balls through his trousers. “Now tell me you want me.”
“Brian, I want you, I want you so much,” Lee says, falling to his knees and undoing my trousers. He runs his tongue over my shaft before encasing it with his mouth. I lean back against his desk and put my hand on the back of his head. While he’s busy servicing me, I start to think over my plan. I always seem to think better when I’m having my cock sucked.
The school bell rings, signalling the end of school for the day. I walk out of the school building and scan the other students for any sign of Justin. Climbing into my limo I see Justin sitting there like usual. “Hey,” I greet somewhat confused.
“Hey. So how was he?” he asks, picking up his champagne glass and taking a sip.
“Who?”
“Michael Novotny, closet gay boy, and son of our headmaster. Ring any bells?”
“Oh, him. I don’t know, I haven’t fucked him yet,” I reply. “But I will, just give me time,” I add.
“So? How was your romantic night with Ethan?” Justin smirks.
“I’ve had better,” I answer. “Do you want to know what I found out or not?” Justin looks up at me with surprise, before quickly hiding behind indifference. “Are you ready for this? It seems our little queer in the closet is on to us. Well, more precisely you.”
“WHAT!” Justin screams. “What does he know?”
“He knows you’re a cum chugging, ass fucking fag, if that’s what you mean.” smirking at the look of horror on his face. “Oh and he has pictures of you in the backroom, with your dick down some tricks throat. You look hot in them by the way.”
“I’m going to have to step up my game plan to destroy him a little earlier than planned," Justin tells me. “No biggie. I don’t have much on this week anyway. So are you in?”
“That depends,” I say, taking the champagne glass from him.
“On what?”
“On you. See I didn’t like that little stunt you pulled with the Ethan plan, so this time I want to get half of my reward now, and half when the job is done,” I reply. Justin thinks about it for a minute.
“What’s your price?”
“You suck my cock now and I get to fuck your ass when the plan is complete.”
“How do I know you won’t just settle for the blowjob and not go through with the plan?” Justin asks.
“How do I know you won’t screw me over like you did last time?” raising my eyebrow. “Well?” I ask, as Justin crawls over to me and spreads my legs open. He pulls down my zip on my pants and releases my cock from the confines of my trousers.
“Enjoy, because I’m only doing this once.” he says angrily, before swooping down to swallow my dick.
“Fuck Jus… that… good… don’t… sto… stop.” I pant, raising my hips a little to push my cock deeper down his throat. I feel myself getting close to the edge and put my hand on the back of his head. “Jussssstiinn gggggoooddd,” I scream, shooting my load down his throat. Justin lifts his head up and tries to grab the champagne glass from me, but I hold it out of reach. “Swallow it,” I command, and can’t help the satisfied smile that appears on my face. Justin swallows my cum then snatches the glass of champagne out of my hands and downs the rest of it. Justin puts the glass in the holder before climbing onto my lap and begins to grind his rear end on my dick. “Jus,” is all I can say, before Justin shoves his tongue down my throat silencing me.
The limo pulls up outside of Justin’s place, he gets off my lap, tucks my dick away and zips my trousers back up. “Bye," he says seductively, giving me a peck on the lips before climbing out of the back seat. I watch Justin sway his hips as he walks towards his front door. He reaches the door turns round and winks at me, before disappearing inside. Fuck! He wins again. How does that blond do it.
Michael’s POV
I’m sitting in my bedroom preparing myself for the next part of my plan. Taking a deep breath, I collect the pictures up and walk downstairs to my father’s study. I knock on his door and wait for him to answer.
“Come in,” he says.
Opening the door, I step inside, closing the door behind me. I take a seat in front of his desk and look up at him. “Hey dad, I’ve got something to tell you.”
“What’s that then?” he asks, looking at me with curiosity.
"It's about Justin Taylor,” I reply.