The Squad Effect

Chapter 11 | Curiosity

Matthew Espinosa

I was walking down the hallway with a smile on my face for once. I had just gotten a text from Shawn telling me that Nash was completely fine and recovering nicely. I tried my best to get rid of my smile and good mood as I approached my room door, knowing that Carter would feed off of it like the leech he was.

I was just about to open the door when a boy who I had never seen before opened it from the inside. He was of average height, muscular and had deep smooth skin. He kept his eyes trained on the ground before walking past me, conspicuously wiping his mouth as we walked down the hallway.

I stepped into my room, noticing that the bedroom door was open. Carter was sitting on his bed, fixing his grey joggers.

"Who was that?" I asked as I entered the room and threw myself on my bed.

"Just a guy that I fool around with from time to time." Carter sighed. I didn't really want the details, so I decided that this was an appropriate place to end the conversation. I reached under my bed to procure my latest Stephen King novel. I plucked out my bookmark and started reading from where I left off. After almost ten minutes of reading in peace, Carter spoke up. "I'm in the mood for one of our deep talks." He spoke. I let his words linger in the air before laying my book down on my chest.

"I'm in the mood to read." I replied, sighing to myself.

"Please! It'll be a quick one. Just a quickie." He teased.

"Fine. What do you want to know?" I asked.

"Have you ever gotten... curious about what it's like to be with a dude?" He asks.

"A few times. It's kind of hard not to when your roommate is openly gay." I replied nonchalantly, keeping my eyes on the ceiling.

"Wow. You know, as the days go on, you get more and more open." Carter laughed. "When was the most recent time?" He pushed.

"Just now, when you told me that you hooked up with that guy. I figured that you probably like something about having s*x with guys." I replied truthfully.

"It depends on the guy." Carter shrugged. I looked over at him, furrowing my eyebrows. "New question." He ordered.

"Since we're talking about guys, what was your first time with a guy like?" I ask, purely out of curiosity.

"It should've been awkward, but it wasn't. The guy I slept with was older and had way more experience than I did. He guided me through it even though he was bottoming." Carter chuckled.

"Bottoming?" I cut in, confused by the term.

"Yeah, he was on the bottom. I went inside him." Carter explained. I nodded and continued to listen.

"It was good. It wasn't my best and it wasn't my worst. Nothing to write home about." He sighed while turning to face me. "New question. Have you ever gotten a blowjob?" He smirked. I scoffed and looked at him in disbelief, taken aback that he would ask that question.

"No. I've never gotten a blowjob." I admitted to him. I stayed silent, debating in my head whether or not I should even pose my next question. "What's it like?" I asked.

"Oh my god, Matty!" Carter guffawed while getting out of his bed and sitting at the foot of mine. My cheeks heated up as he shook my leg. "You've gotten so easy to talk to since the first day of school."

"f**k off." I let a smile creep onto my face.

"So, blowjobs are one of God's greatest gifts to humanity. There's nothing I like more than a dude's lips around my d**k. Oh, especially when they deepthroat, f**k!" Carter elaborates, clearly thinking about the last time he got a blowjob. "It feels like the inside of a man, or a woman I guess, except the muscles are more specialized to please you."

"Sounds like fun. It's on my bucket list now." I chuckled.

"No need to put it on the bucket list. I could give you one right now." He rested a hand on my thigh.

"Don't get your hopes up. That's not my style." I scoffed while sitting up. He didn't move his hand from my thigh, which made heat rise to my cheeks once again.

"Oh please. I know for a fact that you haven't gotten off since you found out that you were rooming with me. You shouldn't be picky." Carter joked, trailing his hand higher up my leg. He was right. I hadn't jacked off the whole time we had roomed together. It was too risky since he was always around, or could come walking in at any time. I really did think it was contributing to my newfound tolerance of Carter's advances. "I can tell that you're hard right now."

"Conversation over." I demanded while getting up out of my bed, stepping out of his grip.

"Someone just offered you free oral s*x. Do you know how many times that will happen in your life?" Carter asked while standing up as well. I took out my switchblade and held it in front of me as self-defense. "You're not going to stab me." He whispered.

"Why wouldn't I?" I asked just as quietly.

"Because you're curious. I see the way you watch me in the locker room. I see the way you watch the other boys. I can tell that you want to know what I see and feel, but you won't let yourself." He moved my hand that was holding the switchblade away from him, calling my bluff. "I'm trying to help you." He added under his breath.

"Carter I don't-" I was cut off by him taking a step closer and grabbing my ass through my sweatpants. The feeling sent a shiver up my spine, causing me to lean back against the wall. I rested my hand on the top of his head before guiding him down to his knees. He and I worked together to pull off my sweatpants. This isn't forever. You're confused, and experimenting. This could mean nothing.

He kissed up the shaft of my p***s through my boxers. This action caused more jolts to go up my spine as the excitement within me grew. After a few more seconds of agonizing teasing, he pulled down my boxers in one swift motion. I leaned my head back against the wall and trained my vision on the ceiling so I wouldn't feel so guilty. The warm heat of Carter's mouth around my c**k was almost too much to bear. I let my mouth fall open slightly with a relieved moan. As he began to suck slowly, I dug my nails into my palm, trying to keep the moans to a minimum. If I moan, that means that I'm enjoying it. I don't want to enjoy it, but I think I am.

"Fuck." I moaned as he swallowed around my d**k. Abruptly, the feeling of pleasure halted. I felt Carter's hand on my waist, trying to get my attention.

"Look me in the eye when I suck you off." Carter ordered me.

"I don't know if I can." I whispered, more to myself than to him. If I look, that makes it real.

"Just... try." Carter sighs. I slowly turned my head down so that I could see Carter waiting on his knees politely. A small suggestive smile made itself evident on his face as he grabbed my d**k from the base and positioned it at his lips once more. My first instinct was to close my eyes, but I fought against it as he began sucking again. The amazing feeling from before began as Carter started sucking more rapidly. The sight of him only aided in the amount of euphoria that rushed throughout my body. I let reckless moans and curse words tumble from my mouth as he bobbed his head on my p***s, trying to maximize my pleasure.

All of a sudden, Carter grabs my hand that had fallen away from his head earlier. He guided my hand and made me rest it on the back of his head. I took the hint without giving myself even a moment to question it. I used the smallest bit of force to push his head down further on my c**k. The feeling of being deepthroated made me go weak in the knees. Carter had to hold me steady so that I wouldn't collapse. He slid my d**k out of his mouth before standing up. At this point, he could've told me to jump through burning hoops and I would have done it with the promise of more pleasing actions.

He led me over to his bed and helped lay me down. He climbed on top of me and coaxed me into removing my top before planting kisses down my bare chest. I gasped as he grabbed my bare ass.

"We could explore some more of your curiosities, if you're up for it..." he whispered into my ear almost inaudibly. I couldn't bring myself to speak so I just moaned and nodded as he began to stroke my erection with his hand. "Good. This'll be fun." He winked as he leaned over his bed to grab a bottle of lube. He stripped to his skin and prepped himself. Before I knew it, he was telling me to brace myself for the finger he was about to put inside me. As he slid in his index finger, I gasped and cringed at the stinging pain. I had never had any foreign objects inside my body, so I wasn't surprised at my own reactions. After a few minutes of adjusting and adding more fingers, I was ready.

I stared at the ceiling as he pressed his tip against my entrance. I saw myself as the strong one the other day when Nash was going on about the negative effects of the jocks hanging around. I felt important for once and how did I follow it up? By letting the sleaziest of the jocks have s*x with me.

"f**k!" I gasped as he pushed inside of me. The feeling was unlike anything that I've ever done before. There was relief sprinkled throughout the vast uncomfortable feeling that sat on my entire body. Carter continued to push into me, then he waited for my consent to start.

After I nodded he began slowly thrusting in and out of me. It was like a breath of fresh air in a cloud of s****l tension. It was only when Carter began stroking my d**k when the uncomfortable feeling left. I leaned my head back against the bed and my leg involuntarily buckled.

Carter's breathing was heavy and turned to moans once he rested his hand on my leg that was now bent in the air. He sped up the speed of his thrust gradually, which increased the pleasure that I was feeling by tenfold.

"f**k!" I yelled out as a jolt of overwhelming pleasure shot through my body as Carter thrusted against a bundle of nerves inside me. He smirked at my reaction as he began to thrust faster. "I shouldn't be doing this..." I moaned.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, still picking up the pace. Now, with every thrust an involuntary moan ripped through my throat. I shook my head as I felt my climax approaching. He stroked me at a quick pace, trying to match it with the rhythm of his thrusts.

"Don't stop!" I pleaded, leaning my head back against the bed so hard that I began to get a headache. Carter lifted up my other leg and held it to his side so that both of my legs were in the air. "Carter!" I shouted as the rushing feeling washed over my body. My abdomen tightened as I felt the thick warm liquid shoot out of me, landing on my stomach. Carter rested his hands on my hips and let loud groans escape his lips.

"Matt, I'm cumming." He rasped as his thrusts became extremely hard. I felt his own thick liquid spill inside me as he rode out his orgasm. When he was finished he leaned down and planted a soft kiss on my lips.

"W-what do I do now?" I asked as he slowly pulled out of me.

"We can shower." He winked while grabbing my hand and pulling me out of bed.