The Squad Effect

Chapter 7 | Don't Stop

Jack Johnson

My executive decision for this fine Sunday had been to go to the library to find something to distract me. Over the past few weeks, my body has been working against me in an evil plot to get me to lose my virginity. Even my thoughts were being taken over with ideas of what it will be like to finally have s*x. If that's not enough, my mind also tried to throw a wrench into works by bringing thoughts of propositioning a male to the foreground. I try not to even think about thinking about sleeping with a man. I left those uncertain thoughts back in seventh grade, where they belonged.

As I passed by an aisle of books, I accidentally bump into the corner of a bookshelf. The spot on my arm where I had bumped the bookshelf started to tingle, and the warm feeling of the early stages of arousal flooded my body. Not here, Jack. You can control yourself. I continued walking past the bookshelves, scanning the names of the sections and waiting for one that interests me.

In my peripheral vision I caught a couple sitting on the floor of one aisle. Now that interests me. I doubled back, trying to seem inconspicuous by looking at them from around the corner. Now that I had a good view, I realized that the couple on the ground consisted of two males, one of which was sitting in the other's lap, kissing their partner's neck roughly.

I shouldn't be watching this. My mind pleaded that I continue on my walk through the library. My body betrayed me, as per usual, and forced me to walk through the aisle I had been standing in in order to look at them from around the other corner. I peeked around the other corner and was finally able to see the couple in question's faces.

Shawn sat there, eyes closed, with his head leaned back up against the shelf as Taylor Caniff was sitting in his lap, basically eating his neck.

What the f**k? Out of everyone who could have turned out to be gay, I really thought it was going to be Matt.

Shawn moaned, dropping the book he had probably been reading. A feeling of shame washed over me as I felt the early warning signs of arousal once more. This is definitely not the time, place, or circumstance to be getting horny.

"Isn't it much more exciting, knowing that you could be found at anytime?" Taylor whispered against Shawn's neck. Shawn just moaned in response while resting his hands on Taylor's sides. How ironic.

"Well, well, well. The cat's out of the bag, I suppose." I straightened up while entering their aisle. Both boys flinched at the sound of my voice.

"Jay, it's not what it looks like!" Shawn turned to me, a hopeful look in his eyes. Taylor climbed off of his lap and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly as he waited for Shawn to explain. "He forced me to be romantically involved with him." Shawn finished.

"That's a lie, I saw your face and you were clearly enjoying it. Look, I have no issues with you being gay, aside from your choice of man, but it's Nash that's the real problem." I shrugged while sitting down on the floor next to Shawn.

"Choice of man? What's wrong with me?" Taylor asked, seeming offended.

"What do you want? How can I stop you from telling Nash?" Shawn completely disregarded Taylor's previous statement.

"All I want are some answers." I leaned back on my hands and smirked at the both of them. "How long have you... been gay?" I asked Shawn.

"See, that's an issue in itself. I don't know if I am gay, or bisexual, or pansexual. All I know is that when Taylor and I kissed for the first time, it felt right. Like, a weight was lifted off of my shoulders." Shawn muttered. Taylor reached over and held his hand.

"How long has this been going on?"

"Not long. A few weeks, maybe." Shawn answered.

"So, when we came back from the gym that one night, and Nash guessed that you had been having sex..." I trailed off.

"I was telling the truth. I wasn't having s*x and I'm still not having s*x. I'm waiting." Shawn explained while crossing his legs.

"In other words, we've gotten really close very many times, but it always stops right before it gets good." Taylor sighs. Shawn rolled his eyes, before playfully pushing his partner.

"Story of my life." I sighed while standing up.

"Where are you going?" Shawn asks.

"To get into a relationship. If you can do it, I can too." I replied while leaving Taylor and Shawn on the ground and heading for the exit.

*

I had texted Valentina, the girl that I met at that party a couple weeks ago. We really seemed to hit it off when we met, and I'm sure that if we hadn't been interrupted by that jock who was also named Jack, we could have found more in common. Clearly, she thought so too since she texted me back and told me to meet her in the quad.

As I walked down the sophomore hallway, blood started to rush to my lower half. Even the idea of possible human contact made me want to take a quick detour to my room to rub one out, but I knew if I did, it would basically be self destruction since I'd miss the date.

Further up the hallway, a door opened and funnily enough, Jack Gilinsky stepped out. His eyes almost immediately found mine, resulting in him sending me a quick wave as I approached. I smiled back before focusing on making my way to Valentina. As I was about to pass Jack he grabbed my wrist.

"Hey, where are you headed in such a hurry?" He asked, a big friendly smile appearing on his face.

"A date." I replied, trying to speed up the conversation.

"Shoot, then I won't take up too much of your time. It's just that, I have this cologne that always gets me laid on dates. Would you like some? I'm sure that you and the lucky lady will thank me later." He tried to entice me. I exhaled and decided to bite the bullet.

"Sure, but can we make it quick?" I asked as he began to unlock his door. He looked back at me with that award-winning smile, before opening the door so that I could enter first. I stood awkwardly in the front room as Jack entered his bathroom. He bent over to look for the cologne under the sink and I couldn't help but notice that his Calvin Klein boxers were peeking out over the top of his joggers. I found myself staring at the small sliver of tan flesh between his shirt and the boxers as he continued to search. I pinched my own arm, trying to keep the unholy thoughts away. Don't look at him like that. It's weird.

"Found it!" He exclaimed triumphantly. He walked back out into the main room, a proud smile evident on his face. "Now, I like to take off my shirt and then put on the cologne, so that later, when the clothes come off, your great scent doesn't go with them." He explained while pulling off his shirt and spraying the cologne into the air. My eyes felt stuck on his toned upper body as he walked through the cologne cloud only once. "Smell me." He ordered while stretching his arms out. I furrowed my eyebrows before leaning in and smelling whatever was at eye-level, which happened to be his neck. He smelled amazingly fresh. I was also able to detect a hint of vanilla in the cologne which just added to the great smell.

"It smells great, but I don't know how comfortable I am with taking off my shirt." I shrugged.

"This is a judge-free zone. But, even if it wasn't, I'm sure I wouldn't have anything bad to say. You're pretty cute after all." Jack hit me with that award-winning smile again. My heart skipped a beat as I took a step away from him. I grabbed the hem of my shirt and took it off. The blood was really flowing now. "Depending on what position you're thinking of being in, you might wanna consider your lower body too." Jack suggested. I gulped and took a deep breath before pulling my jeans down to my ankles.

"Judge-free zone." I reminded him. He stared at my half-naked body for a few seconds before holding up the bottle of cologne. He sprayed into the air, and I did my best to waddle through the cloud. As I did so, I noticed that Jack couldn't look away from my crotch. I pulled my jeans back up as quickly as I could once I was done walking through the cologne. My phone buzzed from my pocket. I took it out and was met with a disappointing text from Valentina stating that something else came up and she had to deal with it. A long sigh escaped me as I sat down on Jack's couch.

"What's up? Shouldn't you be heading out for your date now?" He asks while sitting down next to me.

"Not anymore. Something came up on her end. This is what I get for scheduling a date with someone that I don't even know."

"Well, why did you do that in the first place?" He replied, seeming concerned.

"Because I wanted to get laid, or at the very least, touched. I'm so horny." I mumbled more to myself than to Jack. "I shouldn't have said that. I'll go and take care of it on my own, I guess." I added while beginning to get up, knowing that the lotion and tissue box on my dresser were calling my name.

"Don't go. I have so many things to say." Jack grabs my wrist again and pulls me back to sit down in the couch. "First of all, you shouldn't feel bad about the date. She probably wasn't worth it, and there are plenty of people who won't waste your time." Jack reassured me while resting a hand on my thigh. "I know I wasted a little bit of your time but, I was only trying to help." He continued. The hand that he had resting on my thigh began to slowly rub up and down my leg. I had started softening earlier, due to the disappointment of the failed date plan, but Jack's hand on my thigh was reawakening feelings that I was almost positive had died in seventh grade. I was ashamed, but I knew it was true. Don't stop touching me.

"I appreciate your help." I replied, narrowly avoiding my breath hitching in my throat as his hand began to rub against the inner portion of my thigh. Please, don't stop touching me.

"It's no problem. See, I like helping people, almost to a fault sometimes." He rambled as if nothing was happening. I would like to chock my sudden arousal up to the basic necessity of human contact, but I had a feeling that it was much more than that. I don't know what I'll do if he stops touching me. "Let me get my phone. I'll search through my contacts and see if I can find a girl who you might like." He smiled thoughtfully before getting up off the couch and entering the bedroom. At this point, my b***r strained against my tight jeans and boxers. I couldn't help but stick my hand down the front of my pants as soon as Jack had left the room. I stroked my c**k slowly through my boxers, hoping that if my movements were slow enough, I wouldn't moan.

Unfortunately, tiny involuntary grunts left my throat every time I brushed my fingers against the head of my d**k. I can't believe I'm doing this. When I heard Jack beginning to speak from inside the bedroom, I moved my hand out of my pants.

"Yeah, I think I have some pretty good candidates here." He smiled while holding up his phone. He walked back over to sit next to me on the couch. He was so close that our knees were touching. He rested his hand back on my thigh and began rubbing at the same agonizingly slow pace as last time. He brought his hand unbelievably close to my crotch before running it back down my thigh. A low moan escaped me, and I immediately felt my cheeks heat up from embarrassment. There's no way he didn't hear that. "You okay?" He asked.

"I'm great." I replied, trying to keep my composure.

"Great. So, I was thinking Lily Gianpaul. She's a junior but she's sort of goth, which I assume is your type." Jack continues while smirking at his phone screen. He showed me a picture of Lily who had jet black hair and deep skin. All of her makeup and clothes were black.

I couldn't focus on any girl at the moment, now that Jack was rubbing up my legs. I couldn't take the tension anymore and began to get up, so that I could truly take care of the most intense erection I've ever had, in my room. "Stop! I have one more person to show you." Jack complained while pulling me back down. I decide to be polite and wait out his last explanation. To my surprise, he puts down his phone but still rests his hand on my thigh. "So, the next person is really, really nice." He starts while leaning closer to me. His free hand finds my crotch and begins rubbing it slowly. "They'll do almost anything you want, which seemed like a good match to me since you've expressed how horny you are." He said while slipping his hand inside my pants. He grabbed my hard shaft through my boxers and began to pump me slowly. My head shot back as a moan ripped through my throat at the feeling of another person having their way with my d**k.

"Oh my god." I groaned as he continued to stroke my clothed erection. He abruptly took his hand out of my pants. Part of my brain was telling me to let him go and chew him out for touching me, but the other part of my brain wanted nothing more than to finally ejaculate at the hands of another human being. My hormonal side won as I grabbed his hand and put it back down my pants. I looked into his chocolate brown eyes and smiled as I let out another moan. He increased the amount of friction on my p***s as the seconds wore on, but all too quickly he took his hand away again.

He silently rose from the couch before stalking off into his bedroom. My body moves before my brain even gets the chance to weigh all of my possible options. I got up from the couch and followed him into the bedroom. He closed the door behind me once I had stepped inside. He pulled me against himself by my belt loops before undoing the button on my jeans. I pushed down my jeans before stepping out of them. Jack wrapped his arms around my waist before connecting our lips for the first time. It was nice, but my main objective was to get off. I pulled Jack over to his bed and forced him to sit down. I dropped to my knees in front of him quickly beginning to work his joggers off. Once he was left only in his boxers, I grabbed his erection and planted small, teasing kisses up his shaft. He knotted his fingers in my hair, likely messing up the style that I had taken 45 minutes to create. After pulling the front of his boxers down, his erection sprang up. I wrapped my hand around it and took a deep breath before sliding the tip into my mouth. Jack leaned his head back and moaned, gripping my hair tighter for support as I took him deeper.

"Jack!" Aaron Carpenter, Jack's roommate, banged on the door. We both turned our heads to face the direction that the noise had come from. I pulled off of Jack's d**k and rose to my feet. Jack quickly began to dress himself again.

"What?" The boy I had just been pleasuring answered his friend loudly. I scurried to the corner and pulled on my jeans, faster than I ever had before. Aaron pushed open the door, seeming extremely annoyed.

"A heads-up that you were going to be having s*x, would have been nice. Especially if it was going to be... with him." A disgusted look crosses Aaron's features as he looked me up and down.

"What's your issue with him?" Jack asked, his voice rising, as if I wasn't in the room.

"What's wrong with you? Why would you ever even consider dating someone, who'll sleep with anything that moves?" Aaron asks.

"You're f****d in the brain! I'm not going to date him! Who said I was? I'm not stupid." Jack sighed. The room went silent as Jack turned to me, his face filled with regret.

"Jay, I didn't mean-"

"I think I'm gonna go." I cut him off as a tear ran down my face. I can't believe I did that.

"Jay, I'm sorry! Don't go. I didn't mean it like that!" Jack tried to apologize as I exited the bedroom. I grabbed my shirt off of the floor and quickly pulled it on.

"Forget this ever happened. Better yet, forget you ever met me." I mumbled as I walked into the hallway. Nash stepped out into the hallway, closing his door behind himself. I wiped away my tears, so he wouldn't see me cry. After locking eyes with me, we waved nonchalantly and gestured for me to come into his room with him.

Once Nash and I were alone, he studied my face.

"Your eyes are red. Are you high?" He asked.

"No."

"So, you've been crying. What happened?" He questioned while sitting down on his couch.

"I gave head to somebody I barely knew and got my feelings hurt." I muttered, keeping most of the details to myself.

"Whoa. Who was she?" Nash asked as I sat down next to him on the couch.

"It's not important."

"Well if it makes you feel better, I just bought a fleshlight, never used before. You can use it if you want." He clapped my back. This was the most thoughtful thing that Nash had ever done. I quickly nodded before walking over to his room and closing the door, before he had the chance to redact his offer.