hi guys! it's been a while since i posted on here, i forgot my password lol but i'm back! a bunch of people have been asking for a part two to my high school crush series, so here it is!! as always, everyone mentioned is over 18. read part one before this for the full experience 🙂 enjoy <3
part one (summary: i hook up with my crush from school, miles, in his bathroom at a party he threw. i stayed the night and things got very heated. read the story for the full backstory!! it's worth the read i promise)
it was a rainy tuesday afternoon. it had been three days since my encounter with miles. we hadn't spoken much since everything went down, besides a few texts. i was sitting in second period english, thinking about him as my teacher went on about some poem or another. i wasn't paying attention. i was too busy thinking about miles. his kiss hadn't left my mind all week. my heart rate rose as i thought about next period. we had maths together on tuesdays, and there's no telling how he would act in public after what we'd done together. how would he look me in the eyes, surrounded by his friends, knowing that he'd been inside me? my dick hardened even more as i thought about it. how would he talk to me with a straight face knowing that he'd spit in my mouth? knowing that he'd held me in his arms while i slept? i sank into my seat as i daydreamed about him, when suddenly my fantasising was cut short. "noah?" the voice inquired. i snapped out of the haze and looked up at my teacher, who glared at me expectantly. "huh?" i answered. my classmates laughed. "were you even listening?" "yes." "so what's the answer?" i looked at my peers for support, who looked back at me with smiles on their faces. i heard someone giggle from the back of the classroom. "um," i began. "alliteration?" my answer was met with a wave of laughter as my teacher sighed in disappointment.
i was sweating as i sat down in my usual maths class seat. i looked around in panic, scanning the room for miles' face, which was nowhere to be found. the bell rang to signify the start of class and i let out a sigh of relief. i didn't know how i'd act or what i'd say if we were face to face, it was probably for the best that he wasn't here. regardless of if he was or wasn't present, there was no way i'd be able to focus. miles had officially ruined my academic career, i thought to myself. how can i be expected to pay attention in class when i think about him every waking moment? i was practically half asleep and drooling when the thud of mr clarke's textbook slamming onto his desk pulled me out of my daze. "alright class!" he began. i got out my textbook and pens, and tried to tune into whatever he was talking about. finance or something. i did my best to focus as mr clarke instructed us to turn to page 103 in our textbooks and answer some question. "what is the interest made after 4 years on a loan that accumulates 13% each year if the original amount was $1350?" he read aloud from the page. expressionless faces stared at him in return, accompanied by an awkward silence. his eyes swept the room as he decided who to cold call. "noah?" he asked, making eye contact. i let out a sharp exhale and pulled out my calculator, punching the numbers in. "um, it's-" i began, when the classroom door flung open.
"sorry i'm late!" yelled a voice from the back of the room. fuck. i didn't even have to turn around to recognise it. i sank deeper into my seat as miles pulled the chair out from underneath the empty desk next to me. "anyone sitting here?" i didn't even get a chance to reply before we were sitting next to each other. i felt my cheeks flush and my breathing become manual. he seemed totally unfazed, pulling out his textbook, glancing over at mine to see what page we were on. i kept my gaze focused on the page in front of me, i would have melted if i looked at him. i was doing my best at trying not to pass out when mr clarke once again pulled me out of my trance. "ahem, noah?" he said, clearing his throat. "huh?" was all i managed to get out. "the question?" "oh, um-" i pushed the buttons of my calculator aggressively for a few seconds, when i felt miles' arm wrap around my shoulders. i looked up at him and we made eye contact. fuck. "come on, this is too easy," he snickered, grinning. mr clarke was visibly annoyed. "would you like to give it a go then, miles?" his eyes shot away from mine as he looked towards mr clarke. "$702," he said, without missing a beat. mr clarke looked at him blankly for a second before putting the numbers into his calculator. he paused. "correct," he said sternly, before grabbing a whiteboard marker to explain how to solve the problem to the rest of the class. we turned to face each other. "how the fuck did you do that?" i whispered. he looked back at me with a boyish smile. "the answer's at the bottom of the page, you fucking idiot."
the rest of the period went by relatively uneventfully. miles and i hadn't had any more notable interactions, and neither of us were called upon to answer a question again. the bell rang to signify the end of class, and before we could start packing our things up, mr clarke asked us to stay put while he assigned homework. i was writing his instructions down in my planner when i felt the outward side of miles' foot rest against mine. my body tensed up, and i felt a surge of energy flowing between us. mr clarke continued to ramble as i felt his foot move up my leg. it was as if all the blood in my body had pooled in my dick. he kept his eyes fixed on mr clarke, as if he was paying attention to what was being assigned. he had to be fucking with me. "okay, i'll see you guys on thursday," mr clarke said, and the class started to pack up their things. as i got up to leave my desk, miles grabbed my arm. i turned around as he pulled me towards him, speaking in a hushed tone, "hey, meet me in the bathroom in 20."
i could have just about thrown up then and there as i glued my eyes to the wall-mounted clock in my next class. time moved both slower and faster than ever as i watched the seconds hand make a full revolution. one minute felt like ten, the next felt like thirty seconds. my knees were restless underneath my desk when at last, the clock read 11:20. my hand shot up, and i was excused to leave the classroom. the halls seemed to close in on me as i made my way to the bathroom. what did he want from me? i immediately thought the worst. he was going to break it off with me. he was going to tell me what happened between us was a mistake. my chest was so tight i could barely breathe. fuck, why did i even do it in the first place? we could have been friends or something if i hadn't gone and made everything so awkward. i had too many thoughts to fit into the two minute walk to the bathroom, and i found myself standing in front of the door. i took one final exhale, as if to expel all the thoughts from my brain, and pushed the door open and walked in, only to find the bathroom empty.
what the fuck kind of game was he playing? i stood frozen in disbelief at the sheer audacity of this man before turning to leave. i turned to go back to class, pulling the bathroom door open when a histrionic cough emerged from within one of the stalls. i turned back around. "miles?" i said, my voice cracking. my eyes scanned the bathroom for any sign of him, until one of the stall doors creaked open. his body language was coy as he leaned against the wall, but he had a burning look in his eyes. we stood still for a moment, taking each other in, until he sort of threw his head back, motioning me inside the stall. i braced myself for the impending bad news, my legs buckling underneath my weight as i walked towards him, when he grabbed my shirt, pulled me into the stall, and kissed me.
he slammed the door shut behind him and pushed me up against it as his tongue fought for dominance over mine. it had only been a few days since i had last seen him. i didn't know how bad my withdrawals were until i had him again. my inhibitions evaporated as i melted into him, biting his bottom lip as i took his head in my hands. my entire body was on fire. i had fistfuls of his hair as his hands traversed my whole body, up underneath my shirt, then slipping through my boxers as they rested against my ass before gripping firmly, turning his head slightly to the right to allow his tongue deeper into my mouth. no words were necessary, i knew what i was here to do. my hand slipped into his waistband, and i felt his dick twitch in reaction as i grabbed it. his body leaned into mine as i felt him moan into my mouth, which was just the cue i needed to pull away from him. he looked at me with hunger in his eyes, confused, as if i had just disconnected his life support. the disappointment on his face when i pulled my hand out of his briefs was quickly replaced by a devilish grin as i knelt in front of him.
he practically fell over as i pushed him onto the toilet so that i was kneeling between his open legs. i didn't care, i was taking charge this time. my lust for him overcame me, i had barely even registered that i was drooling onto his pants, leaving a wet spot on his crotch. he had teased me long enough, and i was rightfully taking what was mine. i looked up at him expectantly from between his legs, and he nodded. i unzipped his fly and pulled his pants down to his ankles, his dick begging to be freed from his underwear. god, he was perfect. i was mesmerised watching his hard cock fight against it's enclosure, when miles let out a quiet laugh. "you look hypnotised," he said, suppressing a smile. "shhhh," i grinned, as i pulled his boxers down to his ankles. his dick sprung free and hit me in the chin, and we both fought against our laughter, scared of getting caught. i worked to build some saliva in my mouth, and spit on the head before taking it into my mouth, circling it with my tongue. he let out a stifled moan, biting his shirt, and i felt his precum drool onto my tongue as his eyes rolled back into his head. one of my hands was stroking his shaft while the other cupped his balls, and i ran my tongue over his piss slit. his entire body reacted viscerally as he buckled his hips into my face, and that was all the invitation i needed to do it again. his arms went limp beside him and i took his hands into mine, using only my mouth to pleasure him. his dick crept further and further into my throat until my nose was buried in his pubes, the scent sending chills throughout my body. i didn't think it was possible to become addicted to a smell, but that all changed when i found myself pushing my nose deeper into him. we locked eyes and i savoured the proud expression on his face when we heard the bathroom door open.
i let go of his hands and let his dick fall out of my mouth. i shifted my body weight from my knees to my ankles and stood up while miles sat, unable to move, restrained by the pants at his ankles. i froze, praying to god that whoever just walked in wouldn't notice the two pairs of feet underneath the stall. we shared anxious eye contact as we heard the trespasser enter a stall, idle, flush, and exit. the sound of the sink flowing worked to calm both of our nerves, giving him enough courage to stroke his dick while looking me in the eyes. after what felt like an eternity of being transfixed on the sight of him, only separated from the person washing their hands by a thin wooden door, we were alone again. i looked at him nervously, and his stoic expression was quickly taken over by a sly smile as he leaned back, letting go of his throbbing dick. "what are you waiting for? get back to work."
the fear that had me paralysed moments ago drained out of my body and i knelt back in front of him. i stroked his dick with my hand and took his balls into my mouth. i gave each one special attention, licking and sucking them individually, and then together. they barely fit in my mouth, probably full from teasing me earlier. the slightly salty, musky taste and smell was intoxicating. i took him back into my mouth, drunk on cock, and suctioned my lips around his shaft while i rested my hands on his knees. he put his hand on my head and pushed me down, and i felt his balls begin to tighten against my chin. he could barely get out a hushed "imgonnacum" before he started unloading into my mouth.
his orgasm was fucking intense. his body twitched in rapture as he pushed my head into his pelvis, while i swallowed the everflowing stream of cum i had so diligently earned. a bit of it dribbled out of my mouth and onto his cock, but there was no way i was letting any of it go to waste. he stood up after i had licked him clean, looking down at me proudly. still on my knees, i put his underwear and pants back on, at eye level with his dick as i zipped up his fly and buttoned his pants. "where'd you learn to be so good at this?" he asked me as i stood up, using his thumb to wipe the cum from my chin and feed it to me. i laughed. "i can't reveal all my secrets just yet." i leaned in to kiss him as i savoured the taste of his cum-infused tongue.
i was slowly getting more and more comfortable around him. i was so tense earlier that morning, but i guess he throat fucked the anxiety out of me. we talked and laughed as he walked me back to my class. before i reentered the classroom, i tuned to face him, leaning against the door. "how come every time i see you has to be in a bathroom?" i said through a grin. miles looked at me while smirking, resting his arm against the doorframe. "how about you come to mine after school?"
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Part 3 pleaseee
So hot 🔥 part 3 pls 🙏