All characters depicted here are 18+
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Hopping off his bike Barley approached his house, minding the piercing gaze of his mother. "Hey Mom," he said cautiously.
"Don't 'Hey Mom' me, get inside now," she scolded him, turning and shutting the door.
As he put his bike away in the garage he pondered what was wrong. Had Jay ratted him out? No surely not. He couldn't have without telling her about his naked exposure, something Barely knew he would never admit to.
"Oh god," he thought, had Elliot's mother told her what they'd done? He was sure she hadn't seen them when they'd kissed. Even if she had, Barley couldn't imagine his Mom being Mad about it.
It was now that he processed what he and Eliot had done for the first time. They'd just kissed. Where the hell had it come from? And what did it mean for them going forward? These thoughts quickly fell away as his mother met him in the front hall.
"So do you want to explain yourself?" She asked him sternly.
"Uh....I...I'm not sure what..."
"The door Barley! You left it unlocked when you left." She fumed, very distressed.
Breathing a small sigh of relief Barley pointed out, "But Jay's been here the whole time."
"No he hasn't, he's just heading home from Talia's house now. He said on the phone that he told you to lock up."
Barley was shocked. He didn't expect Jay would have gone out after his embarrassing ordeal. What was he playing at?
"I mean it's one thing that we could have been robbed but what if someone found our books? We'd be exposed as witches. Do you understand how dangerous that would be for all of us?"
Barley stood accepting his scolding. He was overflowing with so many new emotions, he didn't want to deal with this now. He was too focused on the idea he may have ruined his friendship with Elliot.
"I'm sorry Mom," he said meekly.
Morgan stopped her ranting, spotting that something seemed off. "It's okay Barley just don't do it again."
"I won't, I promise, can I go to bed now?"
"Yeah sure sweetie, are you ok?" She asked, concerned.
"Yeah everything's fine," he mumbled heading up the stairs.
"You sure? How's Elliot doing?" She called up to him.
"I told you everything's fine Mom. Goodnight," he said blankly.
She knew something was off but didn't want to pry. She thought it best to give him some space for the night.
Barley shut his bedroom door, stripping to his boxers and a shirt and plopped down on the bed. Staring at the ceiling, he thought about the evening's events. In one night he'd given his best friend an erection, popped a boner himself, then sat making out with him for a solid minute.
He felt so scared, did this mean he was gay? He hadn't thought of any specific guy in that way before. He'd watched porn with men and women in it and wasn't put off by either but he'd never even kissed a girl at school. He was often ashamed to admit his lack of progress in this area, given he was 18 and never been kissed. He often got a little jealous of Elliot talking about all the girls he made out with, wishing it could have been him. It wasn't like Barley had never had offers. Being a bit of a school heart throb he had plenty. He just never felt safe taking that leap. He assumed he was just a bit slow but now all he wanted was to run back to Elliot's house and eat his face off
The only thing stopping him was the idea that Elliot might turn him away. He'd got the impression that they were okay but he was so uncertain. Would Elliot want to talk about it the next day at school? Should he just pretend like it never happened? Would Elliot tell their other friends?
He was shaking with nerves trying to close his eyes to sleep. As he rolled over, he realized he had a full-on boner. All that thinking of his kiss with Elliot had fired him up. For the third time that day, he reached into his boxers to grab his throbbing cock.
He jerked off hard and fast thinking back on the events of the day. His teasing of Jay's humiliatingly small dick, his roughhousing with Elliot leading to their hot wet kissing session, even the wet slippery cocks of his teammates bouncing around in the showers at school. Everyone he could remember from the long pendulous dongs swinging around to the shriveled little compact cocks was flashing through his head right now.
His lips began tingling again letting him know they wanted some attention. Now he knew what it meant he began imagining kissing different people he knew. He thought of his friend Liv, imaging holding her short black hair in his hands while he mashed his lips against hers. He imagined his teammate Carlos towering over him, holding Barley in his huge arms. Everyone from little Martin Brown to Talia Langdon, everyone he could think of, he imagined kissing them over and over. Even his cousin Peter popped into his head for a second, that felt weird.
For all he could picture these fantasies, none felt right. The thought was very appealing, but he didn't want any of them. He wanted Elliot. He wanted his friend to hold him again like before, to kiss him like before, and then do more. He imagined all the things he wished he'd done before Elliot's Mom came in. He pictured rubbing his hand up Elliot's thigh to his bulging crotch. He thought about doing that thing porn actors did where they grabbed someone's ass and slipped their hands into their pants to fondle their bare ass. He'd gotten halfway into his fantasy when he felt the climax building. After another 5 minutes, he tensed up, feeling his rigid rod pulse out a smaller stream of cum than usual. He wasn't too surprised, It was his third time in only a few hours.
He jumped up tucking his cock into his boxers, heading out the door to the bathroom to clean up. After he finished he was heading back down the hall when he walked past Jay. He was dressed in his usual stylish garb, his hair perfect as usual and smiling smugly.
This seemed odd. Barley was sure Jay would still be a ragging wreck after this afternoon. "Hey Jay..." He said, baffled. "Mmm hmm," was all he replied. Not even making eye contact Jay swaggered into his room.
Unnerved by Jay's confident facade, Barley went back to his room. Had Jay already set up some cruel revenge for him?
He climbed into bed wondering what all this meant. Why did he want to kiss Elliot so much? Did this mean he was......no it couldn't be. He couldn't even think of it. He wasn't prejudiced in any way but seeing Jay be so confident about being gay intimidated him a bit. How could he ever live up to that? And what if he got bullied? Just because they were scared of Jay didn't mean they'd show any restraint with him.
With all these thoughts firing through his brain he felt exhausted, and eventually fell asleep.
***
The next morning Barley was startled awake by a pounding on his door.
"Barley get up
now!
You're late, Jay's already left for school. Get a move on!" Morgan called through to him. Checking his clock he realized she was right.
He leapt out of bed, scrambling to get dressed. Before he left his room he grabbed Jay's diary and the photos out of his closet. Last night he'd had the idea to move them to his school locker in case Jay came snooping for them. He quickly raced down the stairs with his jacket and bag in hand.
"Heads up Hun! Locomatio!" He turned his head to see a slice of toast fly out his mother's hand and down the hall. Catching it in his mouth he muffled, "*mmff* Thanks, Mom!"
Once he grabbed his bike he launched out the garage heading for school. As he barrelled through the town he was struck by his nerves. He was about to see Elliot for the first time since they kissed, what the hell would happen? Would Elliot even want to be seen near him? He would soon find out.
Rolling up to the school as the bell for first period rang, he locked his bike up and ran to class. Bursting into the room, Miss Harson scolded him.
"Barley you're late! What's the excuse?"
In no mood for her, he blankly replied, "I left the house without my hat."
"You're not wearing a hat," she said unamused.
"Aww damn hold up I'll be right back," he said pretending to leave the room. This got a big laugh from the crowd of students.
"Enough! Sit down and keep quiet Barley."
Smiling he mouthed, "Thanks Miss."
Barley walked through the group of fellow students getting astonished looks and high fives for his new\found confidence. He quickly lost it all as he reached his seat, noticing that Elliot was nowhere to be seen.
"Hey Liv, where's Elliot?" He was leaning over to her, trying to keep quiet.
"He wasn't in registration this morning, Mr. Lee said he was sick."
Barley was worried, would Elliot really have called in sick just to avoid him?
"Weren't you at his house last night? I saw you cycling past my house heading that way last night." She sounded a bit concerned.
"Oh uh, yeah, I went to pick up a book," he answered.
"How was he, did he look sick?" She pressed.
"No he looked fine, maybe he woke up with something. I'll go see him tonight and see if he's feeling better."
"Well tell him I say hi. Might bake him a get well soon cake tonight."
Liv was so generous. It was one of the reasons Barley liked her. For all she was nice she was a real ball-buster and never hesitated to disperse with any lady like antics to dish out some hurt on him and Elliot.
The day went by quite unceremoniously. In every class Barley was distracted, even at basketball practice, he couldn't focus. His teammates got pissed at him after he missed 4 easy shots. In the showers, they made sure to let him know about it.
"What the hell was that Bar, where the fuck was your head out there?" Carlos yelled, pulling his shirt over his head revealing his smooth, caramel, sweat glazed chest. He tossed the shirt across, wrapping it around Barley's head.
He quickly yanked it off, getting a strong whiff of Carlos's teen musk which sent a brief shiver down to his dick.
"Sorry, guys. I guess I was just somewhere else today."
