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“I wish we didn’t have school tomorrow.”
“You could ditch and go see Ginny,” he suggested.
I considered it for a moment.
“Yeah, maybe. I could use a little time to blow off some steam,” I commented. Morgan would know if I wasn’t at school tomorrow, though. “Morgan would know.”
“Morgan won’t say anything,” Patrick said. “He has his own stress going on with all his clubs and things for school. He’s not going to tell your parents. And I’m not going to say anything.”
I nodded at what he was saying.
“Ginny loves getting you off.”
I didn’t completely believe it anymore. Ginny and I were still together, supposedly. But we rarely saw each other, and each time we did, she seemed to be changing just a bit. She always talked about these guys in the film industry who she was trying to impress to get a two-bit role with. I felt we were growing apart, and I knew that was typical for high school kids. Especially in this area. Each time I saw her, though, the sex was amazing. My balls could use emptying before the trip, and more than just a jack-off session.
“When I saw her on New Year’s Eve, she had suggested a threesome with her friend who lives with her,” I told Patrick.
“What? Dude, I hope you took her up on that.”
“Of course I did.”
“You were up in her room for a long time that night. Was it good?”
“It was. They mostly both had their mouths on my dick, or her friend sucked my dick while I ate Ginny. While I was buried in Ginny’s ass, she licked her friend’s pussy.”
Patrick’s hand gravitated toward his sweatpants, and he stroked his stiffening cock.
“Damn, dude, that’s so hot.”
I raised my eyebrow at him because he always found things to be hot, but I knew he still wouldn’t get naked with a chick.
“I’m sure there’d be some girls who would love to be in a three-way with you when we get out of high school and are dedicated to TCF full-time. Girls are everywhere at those events.”
“Yeah, I’ll definitely be interested in it.”
I wasn’t going to push him. I was pissed at myself for even suggesting it to him. While sex was incredibly fun for me, it presented problems for Patrick. And I’d be a total dick if I wasn’t sympathetic to that. There was still so much going on in his head.
He was still seeing the psychologist and had taken up writing exercises to serve as an outlet. I was always here to listen if he wanted to talk, but for the most part, he held it all in. Every now and then he’d mention something and then shy away from the conversation when I would talk or ask him questions. Grandpa reminded me to keep an open mind and continue to offer to talk or listen.
When Patrick stood, I could see his hard-on through his sweats. I was still hard as I thought about Ginny and her roommate. I suddenly pictured me, Ginny, her roommate, and Patrick playing around. Would that be something I could suggest? Would that help him, or would it make it more difficult for him? I couldn’t help but continue to move my hand over the outline of my hard dick. It was an erotic image burned in my head of Patrick and me buried in Ginny and her roommate’s ass while they kissed.
“Dude, need some alone time?” he joked when he looked at me. He folded a shirt I decided not to take but his eyes moved from mine to my hand on my erection.
“I was just thinking about you and me with Ginny and her roommate.” I shrugged as if it were nothing. And it would probably be nothing more than a mental fantasy image. But it’d be one I’d jack off to before bed.
“Damn, Hollis,” he murmured.
He reached into his pants and stroked while he stared at my hard-on. I continued to move my hand over my boxer briefs and let him watch. It was times like these that I thought he might be bi. And equally, these types of events made me harder and more excited. Which brought me back to wondering about myself.
Patrick’s mouth was slack, and his eyes were glued to my hand as his hand slowly moved inside his sweatpants. Though he always jacked off with his right hand, his left hand was always close, and he’d rest it against his lower abdomen.
“So, would that foursome thing be something you might want to try?” I asked him.
He didn’t have a girlfriend at the moment, so maybe he’d feel more comfortable knowing there was no commitment. His eyes flicked up to mine briefly, and after he nodded, his gaze fell back down to watch me stroke.
“But… I don’t think I want to tomorrow,” he said.
Even though I felt a little disappointed, I understood and wasn’t going to push him.
