"I can't believe that all this time I was friends with a faggot," Randy said. There just weren't any signs that Steve was gay. He was a notorious womanizer. Maybe he was actually bisexual? But why then was he suddenly acting so effeminate and talking with that gay lisp? He looked down at Steve. He was definitely out and probably wouldn't be back up for a while. But one part of him was still up - his cock.
Randy stared at it and felt his tongue licking his lips. He never realized before how beautiful Steve's cock was, and he began to wonder how it would feel in his mouth. He moved towards Steve, but then stopped. What the hell was he thinking? He wasn't gay.
"What's going on in there?" asked Martin, a boy that was getting ready for his P.E. class.
"Steve Farber just tried to fondle Randy Goodman," someone informed him. "The Stud is nothing but a fucking faggot."
Julian's attention was grabbed by their conversation. Was he not the only gay boy at this school? He wondered who they were talking about. Imagine his surprise if he found out it was one of the jocks who was teasing him earlier.
"Dude, what the fuck are you doing?!" Biff yelled.
Randy pulled his mouth off of Steve's still-hard cock and looked back at the other jocks. Their mouths were hanging open in complete shock.
What was he doing? Randy turned back and looked at the cock that was just inches from his face. Then, without another thought, his mouth engulfed it again. He didn't seem to have any control over his actions. But it was okay. He liked the taste of cock, it seemed.
