Chapter 19

Joey said goodbye to Kevin and Steve and went into homeroom after collecting his books for the morning. He had Social Studies in place of the 1st English period this morning and US History in place of Biology this afternoon. Thankfully, Math was only a single-period class this afternoon. He was excited to see all his favorite teachers again today; he recalled his morning with Mrs. Tyler and started to daydream about how hot she would look without clothes. He imagined fucking her hard and watching her ass jiggle as he rammed his massive dick into her. ‘Better put a cap on that for now,’ Joey thought as he was about to go into Social Studies, where he was usually tortured by Billy, who sat right behind him. The bell rang, and Joey got up to head to Mrs. Ringer’s class to see what Billy had in store for him.

Joey arrived in class and headed to his seat, checking it for any pranks rigged to his desk per his usual protocol. He looked down at Billy, who looked a little sheepish, avoiding eye contact with him. Deciding to start taking the upper hand in this relationship, Joey thought he’d test the waters for some of the changes he had put in place. After putting his bag down on the chair, he fiddled around in his shorts pocket pretending to struggle with his wallet; he squeezed his cock a little, then pushed it to the front of his shorts. He then pulled his wallet out and started flipping through the slots as if looking for something while thinking of all that had happened over the past week. As he pictured the lurid events that had taken place, he imagined torturing Billy in various ways as well. His cock was getting hard again as he continued imagining things he could do to Billy. He looked down at Billy from his wallet and noticed right away that his nostrils were flaring as he breathed in, and that he was clearly staring at Joey’s bulge. Joey closed his wallet and made a show of stuffing it back in his front pocket, needing to adjust his package before sitting down. Billy was enchanted by the entire process and stared openly at his bulge while it happened.

The class had started, and Mrs. Ringer continued her discussion of the Middle East, explaining how different groups of people lived and defined themselves. She was delving into how some countries handled these different populations with varying degrees of tolerance and flexibility. Joey took notes of the material, making an interesting observation that Billy hadn’t bothered him at all, and they were 20 minutes into class already. By now, Billy would be calling him names under his breath or flicking the back of his ear or any one of a variety of things he had done over the school year to torture him. Joey turned back to look at Billy and saw him taking notes of the material, also noticing some doodles in his notebook involving stick figures having sex in varying positions. Billy stopped after noticing Joey looking at his notes, then jotted Joey’s name and drew a line to one of the figures getting fucked doggy style. He smirked at Joey with the unspoken jibe he had just produced. Joey reached back and did the same, except he wrote Billy and drew a line to one of the figures on his knees, clearly giving a blowjob.

Joey turned back to his notes to avoid drawing the teacher’s attention, and after a few minutes, he felt something drop over his shoulder into his lap. He looked down at a folded note and wondered what it could contain as he discreetly lifted it and opened it. He laid it out on his notebook and saw the same stick drawing except with ‘Joey the Faggot’ as the label, indicating the person being fucked. He drew a circle around the picture, then a slash through it, as if to indicate it was not true. Then drew a stick figure of someone on his knees with his mouth open and another figure standing back and holding his spurting dick; then he labeled it ‘Joey’s foot long dick’, ‘Billy’s cumslut mouth’. He folded it, tossed it over his shoulder, and discreetly returned it to Billy’s desk. A few minutes later, he got another note tossed over his shoulder. Opening it, he saw a stick figure with an apparent tiny dick and a sad face; written underneath, ‘You wish, needle dick!’. Joey circled the picture as before drew a picture of a stick figure being fucked by another with a huge dick, ‘Billy the buttslut’ pointing to the figure being fucked and ‘Joey’s foot long hot dog’ on the figure fucking him. He wrote his cell number underneath with a message reading, ‘Don’t believe me? Text me, and I’ll show you, then tossed the note back to him. Billy didn’t bother him for the remainder of class, and Joey stood to get up when the bell rang, standing and looking down at Billy, who was clearly checking out Joey’s package again. Joey smiled and headed off to Mrs. Tyler’s office. Shortly down the hall, he got a text from Billy, challenging him to ‘Prove it, needledick’. Joey slipped into the bathroom and went into one of the stalls, pulled out his semi-hard dick, then took a close-up of his dick from below and his face smiling down. He added a caption, ‘Your view from my cock’ and sent it back. He zipped up and headed back to the hallway, getting a response from the text, ‘Faggot! You like boys sucking your dick!’, Joey replied, ‘Can’t help it if everyone wants my cock.