Swollen Heads & High School Boys

Mr. Ice-Cream Man

My name? Sergio Pascali and I'm just your regular awkward college student and an introverted blogger.

At the start of summer, I moved to a small town in California. My Aunt Gertrude owned a small ice-cream shop there. I was on my college break and well, it seemed to make sense for me to find a little summer time job before college re-opens. God, I was so broke, anything would work.

It was her long awaited vacation month, and she left me in charge of the entire place. She also had a small quaint apartment attached to the back of the business that served as my temporary roof over my head.

I gave myself a once over in the bathroom mirror. My light brown hair was combed back nicely and I'd taken a few extra measures the night before to have my facial hair looking trimmed and neat. I could see my turquoise blue eyes alight with excitement and determination behind my big rimmed glasses.

It being my first day on the job, I wanted to make a lasting impression. Especially since my Aunt bragged about how popular she was with some of the students from the neighboring High Schools.

After a week of feeling that I've repeated my introduction far too many times for my liking, the questioning finally died down. Mostly people came in for the occasional coffee, tea, the light breakfast and the like. Through-out the day, not many people came in. It was mainly just the regular customers and the faithful clientele who arrived.

At first nothing seemed strange, but during my first week, I started noticing something.

It was till after 4pm when the students would come strolling in. Jamie and Vincent being the two students I came to familiarize myself with; with them, there was also a delinquent looking guy and a black haired hippie guy would tag along sometimes. The male students mainly came in as a pair, but there were barely any girls along with them.

It's an ice-cream shop.

I'd have thought it to be a popular dating spot where guys would bring their girlfriends and the works.

The more I observed though, I realized that I wasn't far off. It was a dating spot all right, but mostly for gay couples. They were all from different high schools in the area. I wondered if Aunt Gertrude knew about this. After the realization hit, it was then that I could point out obvious couples like Jamie and Vincent or the Hippie guy and the delinquent. I think their names were Eric and Devon or Daron; something along those lines.

It wouldn't have bothered me, if it weren't for the fact that I was starting to get unwanted attention from some of the students. It was exasperating trying to fend off these guys. I think they thought I was part of their crowd or their circle. I don't know how I felt about it.

At the risk of sounding lame, let's just say I've always been a little bookish. I don't want to admit I'm a bit of a loser, because in a way, I sorta am. My interest have always laid in books, not people. So I had zero friends.

I wasn't sure how to handle all this sort of attention being the social-skills-lacking person that I am, and I didn't want to damage Aunt Gertrude's shop reputation. Thankfully, most of the guys were the young and small effeminate types who got interested in me. I gave them some props though. I can only imagine how much courage it would take to confess to some one that's the same gender as ones own self.

"See ya Serg," Jamie waved at me. He and Vincent are usually the last ones to go like around 5 or 5:30 in the evening. I'd have about an hour and a half or two to myself before starting to clean up and bringing down the shutters. It was easy stuff.

Usually when I blogged, time just flew by like nothing.

It was mostly due to responding to some of my followers and chatting with Meow1000, who was a chick that I got to know online. We would always stay up chatting like it's nobody's business and that's exactly what had happened. Even after she had logged off, I continued to post up quotes and memes.

Dragging me back to reality, was the familiar sound of the chimes from the front door. "I didn't know Gertrude opened this late."

Looking up, I found myself stupefied by the person looking back at me. His milky white skin made his dark brown eyes pop, and his eyebrows were quirking questioningly upwards towards a black head of hair. He was tall and buff, like a linebacker. A polo shirt was stretched over muscled chest and broad shoulders. If I didn't know better, I'd definitely mistake him for a male model.

Are people really build like that by default?

"Uh.. no. I mean, yeah we're opened," I answered a bit flustered. The guy was undoubtedly handsome. I am confidently man-enough to admit defeat in the looks department. If was looking to score with some chick, I wouldn't want to stand next to him on the subway. Laughing awkwardly at myself I gave my head a little shake. "Time just flew by without me noticing. So what can I get you?"

"I'll start with a banana split and then a Kiwi and chocolate double scoop on a waffle cone. I know Gertrude has the spicy mint sprinkles lying somewhere back there. I want some of that on top of the banana split. Oh yes, and Jello. Cherry jello slushy. Unless that's finished, then I'll just get a Milo shake to go. And yes, I would like a medium bucket of cheesecake to go along with that as well."

I started at him curiously, quickly making note of his order. Well that's a lot of sweet stuff to end off a Monday evening with, I thought to myself. "One 'dumpee' special coming right up. Want me to throw in some chocolate croissants?"

He chuckled as he sat on the counter seat. "It's that obvious huh? I swear, you guys being opened is like miracle for my poor heart. I get out of work 7pm but that's the same time Gertrude closes. My ex thought it would be best that we should part ways, and be friends."

"Yikes! She used the 'Let's be friends' bit," I stated giving him a sympathetic look. Finally, a heterosexual male, I noted. Yet, speaking to him made me a somewhat skittish and uneasy. His features were really defining; in short, he was what my followers would refer to, as drop dead gorgeous.

"I know right! I have enough friends as it is, I don't need any more. I'm looking for something more meaningful, you feel me," he went on saying.

His way of speaking sounded strange with his Spanish accent peeking through his dialect. It was unexpected how talkative he was. Then again, I had no friends -well two if you counted my cat and dog- apart from my online following and Meow1000, I was your regular nobody.

Even my blog's username described me. @Anonymous_Noone. I planned on blogging about the entire encounter with this person. Including that amazing Dumpee special order. After all, it wasn't every day that some one this good looking strikes up a conversation with someone like me.

I watched him happily gobble down the banana split and couldn't help but feel for him. What's wrong with that girl's head? This dude is really too good looking. Even I'm feeling funny, I thought as I stared at the way his tongue came out to lick at the kiwi scoop.

"-somehwere."

Giving my head a shake, I noticed him intently looking at me. I'd only caught the last word he was saying. Clearing my throat embarrassed, I looked away a little. His face was just way too attractive for a guy. "Sorry, I guess I'm a bit tired, didn't fully heard that."

He gave me side look, the edge of his lips lifting slightly in a smirk. "We should go somewhere. Gertrude would be mad at me if I don't give you a little tour around town. How about Sunday?"

I didn't mind him keeping me company as I did my duties. Actually having someone to talk to on an equal level was nice, because truthfully, I was starting to feel a little homesick. The routine of working at the parlor was starting to get to me. He even had the courtesy of walking me to the back of the store, where my Aunt's attached apartment was.

We were in the middle of exchanging numbers when I remembered that my phone had died earlier on in the day. He got mine as we stood outside the door just chitchatting a little before the conversation whined down.

"By the way, I didn't even get your name," I stated looking over my shoulder, mildly fighting with the front door's rusty lock. It was being stubborn, and wasn't letting the key turn inside. He gave me a light shove as he pushed forward opening the door for me. His body was close, and I noticed he smelled faintly of strawberries.

In my mind, I wondered why in the world would someone dump such a fine specimen. It was truly a waste.

"It's Mario Quintanilla," he answered with a smile. "I've heard about you from my brother. He comes here some times. You're Sergio, the Ice-cream man, right?" Maybe it was his accent, but goosebumps scattered across my arms at the pronunciation of my name. I swear, it pays to be good looking with a sexy accent. "So Sunday right?"

"Y-yeah. Just text me," I responded trying not to look nervous. "And it's just Sergio. Don't be calling me the ice-cream man in public," I added chuckling at his joke.

"Got it. It's a date," he said handing me my keys back and quickly turning my hand to place a kiss on the back of it.

D-d-date? When did my supposed tour become a date? My eyes widened, but I reacted too slow. He was already halfway down the walkway. I didn't have his number to message him that this is just a tour; not a date. Was that what the smirk was about? Now I was troubled. Deep down inside, I knew he was going to be worrisome. Those dark eyes of his seemed to have just captured a his new interest.

Maybe I'm just imagining things. After all, he was dumped by a girl. That's got to mean he's straight.

Right?

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We had been texting all through-out the week. I thought about bringing up the 'date' subject but the messages were nothing unusual. I summed it up as me just imagining things. That kiss on my hand could mean anything. Latin people from Spain usually do that, right? Don't they kiss each other on the cheek whether they were male or female. Isn't that like a thing there?

Mario's texts were usually just random stuff like, 'I hate Wednesdays' or 'I'm craving some chocolate chip ice-cream for lunch'. It wasn't as if he was flirting with me, and just like that, I shoved the matter into the back of my head.

Plus he had sent some pretty funny texts; nothing to be alarmed about and I'd respond to his messages almost immediately.

I had purposely stayed open after hours. so he could get something from the shop. As we begun to speak, we became closer. It was as if we had known each other for decades or something.

Sunday came in the blink of an eye, and I found myself in a shopping center with Mario looking at some clothes. He had shown me around the park, we went to an arcade, ate a bunch on our way here, and he was currently finishing up on a corn dog. I mean, this guy can really eat yet his body mass was all muscles. I didn't noticed it till he started trying on couple garments at the men's clothing store.

"You're going to give one of these attendants a nosebleed," I half-whispered as I stood outside of his dressing room. I heard him scoff in reply. "No really. This girl almost drooled when you came out without a shirt."

He came out again without a shirt, as if trying to prove my point, this time trying on a pair of pants that he literally filled out way more than nicely. His sculpted abs and muscled shoulders bulging at every turn he made, as he assessed himself in the jeans. I wasn't checking him out willingly but I also couldn't just look away.

"You're quiet observant," he teased flashing me grin. "I'm sure you can make them swoon if you'd try on something yourself."

Dryly laughing at his comment, I sarcastically answered, "you just want me to clear out the room so we can get free merchandise. I don't possessed such chiseled features as yourself, so I'd rather stay clothed, thank you."

"Here, try this on," he said throwing me a checkered button down shirt and a jacket. "You'd look great in those." Apparently, my comment flew right by him, as he managed to stuff me into one of adjoining dressing room, much to my reluctance.

"Hey hey, I can do it myself you know," I said as he begun tugging my shirt off.

"Oh stop your whining," he tutted me like a child. The cold AC hit my warm skin as he pulled off my shirt in a second, against my many protests. He stood back and stared at me while I blushed involuntarily. I had never been naked in front of another person before, least a guy. Well technically, I wasn't naked but I still felt like I was. "Why are you so pale?" he asked as he pressed a finger into my chest and watched as my skin reddened.

"Genetics," I quipped as I swatted away his hand. It was so cold, and the AC wasn't doing anything to help decrease the rising of my n*****s against the kissing cold.

I felt myself get increasingly nervous, when our eyes met in a split second. Both of our shirts were off, and we were sharing a dressing room. What could possibly go wrong? Suddenly I was pushed up against the wall of the tiny space. His height dwarfed me as he exuded a manliness that I hadn't detected in our earlier textual conversations.

"You're n*****s have awaken, Mr. Ice-cream man," he whispered throatily in my ear making goosebumps rise on my flesh. "You're looking pretty sweet, and that's quiet unfair, you see...," and to my shock, he licked my neck and my whole body shivered uncontrollably, "cause I like sweet things."

How I wished that it was the cold that had me shivering.

"What the hell man?! I-I thought you were straight," I stuttered out, my voice cracking slightly. Why wasn't he straight?! "You said you're girl dumped you. Your Girl." I emphasized as he kept me trapped. I could feel his body heat rising. His head was dipping lower to nibble on my collar bone.

I felt his breath brush against my skin.

" Oh she did. She found out that the ex before her, was a dude. Apparently, being bisexual was a deal breaker for her." Suddenly, I felt his tongue flick over my n****e, giving it a tug with his teeth making me see stars. By the Gods and all things that are holy, I couldn't help it and ended up yelping out loud.

How could I have known that my n*****s would be that sensitive? It's not like I play with them!

"Shh, you don't want the attendants to hear you, or do you?" he quieted me with light teasing in his now sultry voice. He got on his knees right there in the dressers and deftly undid my the bottoms on my pants. My hands reach down to bring him up back again. I was beyond flustered as I kept trying to stop him from undoing my pants.

"I swear, if I ever see you wear these Jake-from-state-farm khakis again, I will strip it off of you wherever you are."

Unable to process what was going on, both my hands came up to cover my mouth as I felt something wet slither across my sensitive member. I needed to hold on to something, as my knees buckled under me, but Mario only flushed me even more against the wall. His mouth moved expertly across my hardened helmet, and he bobbed down on me like he'd been a thirsty deserter.

He moaned sweetly. The action brought an even pleasurable feel, as the walls of his mouth vibrated with my tool down his throat. His eyes penetrating mines, as my hand reached down to squeeze his shoulder; more to hold myself from falling than anything.

"M-Mario... s-stop!" I breathed out urgently, but his hand stroked and maneuvered its way to places that I didn't know where that sensitive to me.

My head had rolled back and I just couldn't think any more. Out of the haziness of what was going on, I could clearly see a smile of triumph appear on his lips, as he downed on me some more. "S-stop!" I tried again to no avail, he just kept on sucking like his life depended on it and judging from his consistent smirking, it wasn't.

His hand was quickly jerking me and I was unable to stop it, my body just wouldn't permit me to stop such assaulting pleasure that had turned my senses into an image of fiery heat. That heat traveled from my fingers to my toes in an instant. My nails dug into his shoulders, as he increased his torturing. My panting begun getting even more uncontrollable as I felt myself getting edged towards my climax.

I couldn't restrain my voice any more, and my whimpers were clear signs to him that I was close. "Ready so soon?" he asked and without warning took my stiffness deep into his throat and held me there as I spurted my release into him. My hands tried to stifle my scream and it came out like a high pitched grunt.

A sound I didn't even know I was able to make.

I looked down to a satisfied Mario, whom now reminded me of the fat kid in the Matilda movie who ate the cake. Ate is just what he did as he visually swallowed my spunk. "You taste as sweet as ice-cream," he noted licking his lips.

"What the f-"

Suddenly, there was a tap on the dressing room door. "Sirs? Are you guys okay? W-we heard some noises."

With my trousers down to my ankles, Mario on his knees, there was no helping it as my face drained its color. Mario jumped up from his kneeling position, his height making it easy for him to peer over the door. "Yeah, sorry about that. My friend had his junk caught in the zipper just now," he answered sheepishly.

"Oh, um... okay, I'll... just leave you guys to it then," she said awkwardly and went away.

My senses were coming back to me quiet quickly like an avalanche. What have I done? I wanted the earth to swallow me there and then. I just got blown. In a clothing store. By a guy. I literally had to break it down, and it only made the thought worse. Instantly, I pulled up my pants, placed my shirt back on and proceeded to burst out of the dressing room.

"Sergio, w-wait ..." he reached out to stop me and I jumped three feet back.

"Don't you dare f*****g touch me," I hissed at him and continued to head towards the exit.

"W-wait... hey!" he called after me.

"Leave me alone!" I half-whispered and half-spat at him while he followed me and thankfully, he was stopped right at the exit.

"Sir, you can't go out with those! You have to pay for them," the attendant called back.

"Sergio!" he shouted as I ran away.

I didn't look back as I headed straight home. I went home and cried. I guess somewhere inside me felt happy that I had actually made a real life friends. Most of the people I associated with are online personalities. My level of lameness hit an all time low as I knew he didn't do any of that out of affection for me.

This feeling that was washing over me was that of cupped ice-cream. Everyone throws the cup away after the ice-cream has been eaten.

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Another week passed, and Mario texted me a bunch of apologetic messages that I just skimmed over. I blogged about everything that had happened and how I felt about it. The perks of being an anonymous blogger.

By doing so, I had way more feedback and comments than I had ever had. My blog literally lit up with so many people going on about their own experiences, some telling me to report the guy, and some even seem to approved of such behavior.

Either way, my blog was blowing up. I made sure to close on time everyday. I didn't want to see Mario's face until I had sorted out my thoughts and feelings. Honestly, I wasn't mad any more. I just felt used. Like the rebound guy used to help him get over his ex.

His messaging was relentless though.

"You're looking pretty down these days, Mr. Ice-cream man, women troubles?" Jamie had asked one day. It had been raining non-stop, and to my relief not a lot of students were showing up. "...men trouble perhaps?" he added giggling lightly. "Or are you just sad that you'll be leaving us next week?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, my tongue clicked at his remark. "Wouldn't you like to know," I answered snidely.

"C'mon now, don't be like that. I'm tryna cheer you up," Jamie answered batting his eyelashes.

"Well, Jamie, if you must know. I was used as a rebound without my knowledge, and I'm kinda bummed about it," I sighed at my own lameness. The truth finally being acknowledged out loud and not just in a blog.

I did not like the thought of being just another warm body.

Jamie seemed to mull it over. I didn't really expected him to respond at all until he said, "For you to feel that way, you probably like that person huh? Are you sure you were used as rebound? I mean, did you ask the person in question?"

I let out a dry laugh. I was bothered all right, but could that mean I liked him? I wasn't sure. I mean, it's not as if I knew Mario all that well in the first place, so how could I? "I guess not, but there can't be any other explanation."

"Well there you go. If you don't ask, you won't know for sure, that's how it is. Either way, you'll never know, until you find out for yourself," Jamie added as he sipped down the very last of his banana shake.

Say what you want about how pathetic I am, that at the age of twenty-five, I still found myself having these types of talks with a high school kid, but I'm glad I did though. Sometimes you just need a stranger's opinion.

What he said, did have a strong point. Maybe I was basing it too much on the impossible due to the fact that Mario was a guy.

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That day, as soon as I finished cleaning up the shop, I stood outside waiting. He would pass at any moment. I could have just texted him, I know, but I wanted to talk to him face to face now that I had cleared my head. Thinking about it, I already figured that I was probably attracted to him. After all, I'd be lying if I said that I didn't find him as hot as those attendants did.

Then again, why does it matter now? I would be gone at the end of next week anyway. Was I just looking to clear my conscience. Rubbing my face, I tried to stop my mind from thinking. It was starting to pop up too many other questions, when I was currently trying to get the answer for the main one.

It had stopped raining for the most part and the cold was seeping into my skin. People walked passed and nodded a goodnight my way. The night progress and the cold had started getting unbearable. I held on to my chances and waited a little more, until it begun drizzling again. I heaved a breath before exhaling my frustrations. With my breath fogging up my glasses, I was ready to call it quits and head to the apartment.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps in the distance. Looking out, I saw him coming. He was looking ungodly sexy with his hair matted down by the drizzle. My fogged up glasses wasn't making it any easier to see him clearly, but I just knew it was him.

He seemed to noticed me, surprised to see me outside. "Sergio?" he asked and the familiar rush I felt when he said my name leaked into me, warming my cold skin.

"Hi, um, can we talk by any chance?" I asked, my breath coming out in little puffs.

"Sorry?" due to my poor eyesight, and the drizzle caught on my glasses, I missed the fact that there was a person walking beside him. A girl with soft blonde curls was on his side looking confused and a bit surprised.

"He's the guy that takes care of Gertrude's place," he answered her.

She smiled at me -at least, I think she did-, and gave a little wave. Blonde? She couldn't possibly be his sister right? I didn't want to jump to conclusions on who exactly this girl was. Even though I've said that, my shoulders slumped, and I dryly laughed at myself again. Why was I giving him the benefit of the doubt? My question seemed to have been answered even before I asked. The irony huh. If it wasn't clear then, it was clear now how I felt about him. I had gotten attached and didn't even know it.

Was it even possible to like someone you don't really know?

It hadn't processed as yet, but seeing him with that girl, an arm hooked in his, I started to believe that maybe it was impossible. What do I do now? I felt stupid just standing there and once again, I wanted the earth to just open up and swallow me.

"Sergio?" he asked again this time a little concerned.

"My bad. Maybe next time. See you around Mario," was the only thing I could get out, my voice cracking as I got out his name and walked away.

"Hey hey w-wait!" he shouted as he ran after me through the alley. The girl waited at the entrance and peered into the alley way. I was so glad that the alley was dark.

"You shouldn't have your girlfriend waiting," I said still walking away from him.

"You're mad."

I laughed again sarcastically. "Of course not. I don't have a right to be. You had just been dumped and I was the most convenient person for you to set your hands on huh? Here I was thinking that maybe I had been wrong and was about to apologize."

"It's not like that!" he exclaimed immediately.

"It's okay. I understand," I said looking away and just shook my head. From my the corner of my eye, I saw him give me a huge grin. His deep brown eyes sparkling like that of a Tiger's. "Why the hell are you smiling like that? I see nothing worth laughing about," I leered with my face becoming an embarrassing shade of red.

"You're so cute when you're mad," he stated still wearing that grin on his face.

I gawked at him before pushing him in the chest, "take that ba-"

He pushed me up the wall and claimed my lips like it was his to take. A moan escaped from somewhere inside me, at the contact of his tongue rolling in my mouth. A heat exploded through my chest as I kissed him back, latching unto his lips. Feeling a desire that was new to me, I made it my business to bring him in closer, to share the fire that had quickly pooled between us.

A quick clear of the throat checked us back into reality.

The blonde female stood a little behind us, with a smirk on her face, and hands on her hips. "I'd love to watch this show, believe me, but I'm running late to meet Darby. Can't have my baby mad at me for reaching late."

I didn't have to ask to know that my face was fully red. Mario cleared his cleared his throat, and laughed huskily, which made my knees tremble. "Sergio, this is Sabrina, my co-worker. We were supposed to meet her girlfriend for some drinks."

"I see you got some business to take care of. I'm just going to make myself scarce," she said as she begun walking away carefree, hands in her pockets. At the entry of the alley, she called back over her shoulder, "Don't mess him up too bad."

"The hell I won't," he growled huskily in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

He quickly tugged my key out of my back pocket and proceeded to drag me inside the apartment, all the while kissing and nipping at my neck and collarbone. He elicited moans from me that sounded foreign to my ears, and I felt myself harden at his relentless teasing. We ended up on the couch as he shove me unto it, my back kissing the cold leather-my shirt having been discarded somewhere along the hallway.

"You have no idea how much I've wanted you, do you? You could say I'm a cunning bastard with a pretty face, but I always get what I want," he said whispering as he knelt between my legs, unbuttoning his dress shirt. My mouth watered at the sight of his muscles going rigid as I ran my hand across them, mesmerized. "I'm one of your biggest fans, Sergio." As he spoke he snaked his tongue around my n****e causing me to arch my back to feed him more of my sensitive flesh.

"Wah!" I panted out breathless. How could I concentrate on what he was saying, when he had tugged off my belt and was running circles with his tongue near the waist band of my underpants?

"At first, I wasn't sure if it was you Gertrude was talking about. Could Anonymous_Noone actually be that close to me and I didn't know? Then you appear, and I just knew it had to be. Frankly I'm a bit wounded that you haven't made the connection as yet," he explained mysteriously as he hoisted up my hip unto his lap roughly, making me gasp.

"You follow my blog?" I asked a bit breathless and shocked.

I had never met anyone who followed my blogs in person, because I had an anonymous blog site with a following of thousands of equally anonymous people. How could he know it was me? Then again, realization hit me like a ton of bricks and he must have read my expression, judging from the smirk he wore.

"Meow1000 doesn't follow, he stalks," he answered giving me a spank on my thighs. "Now, unto other business. Remember what I told you about these goddamn khakhis you just love wearing?" Without waiting for me to confirm his question, he tore it off. I felt the material gave way, as he brazenly reached for my prick giving it a tug through he material, causing me to yelp. "Mmmm," he moaned deeply. He hoisted my hips even higher unto his waist in a straddling position. That's when I felt his own erection through his trousers rubbing against my ass.

The sensation sent electric jolts through me, and I felt my b***r throbbed even harder. He kept on massaging me through my underpants, and rubbing up against me that eventually, a familiar stain became evident at the tip. I felt myself leaking pre-c*m into the material, but it all felt so good that I couldn't stop it even if I wanted to.

No matter how I tried to stifle my groans, it only came out more urgent, more needy.

Yet he knew exactly what he was doing. His touch was enough to heighten my pleasure, but not enough to bring me to full release."Mario, I-I get it... Please.. I can't hold it anymore!" I pleaded. My hips had begun bucking into his hand for more friction.

He pressed me into the couch, leaning over me, his hips grinding insistently between my crack. God, I could have felt his animalistic heat scorch me. I wanted more of him. His fingers had crawled into my underpants again and was now stroking me bare between his tight hands. Hands that moved at the same time with his gyrating hips.

"Jeez, just watching you whimpering like this, makes me want to c*m," he groans, and bit into my sensitive n****e.

My body had long begun responding to him, and I just couldn't take the fact that he was about to make me come undone once again. No. My pride as a man, wouldn't let me lay here and take it. As incoherent as his touch made me, I deftly reached out and begun stroking his tented desire, relishing the feeling of his heated organ pulsate in my palm. A throaty growl of his had me jerking him faster.

"s**t!" he cursed under his breath.

He was leaking as much as I was, and his liquid only made stroking him slicker and wet. The sloppy sounds of our fondling hands only heightened our state of arousal even more. His finger placed a tight pressure at the helmet of my d**k, pushing down unto my overly sensitive tip.

The action had my body contorting on its own and then without warning, I exploded into his hand unable to hold back anymore. "Aahh! M-Mario," I cried out, my hands now working him on overdrive. His hips thrusted wildly into my hands, till he started to shudder. Following by his increasing grunts of release, was his warm seed that coated my hand. Yet, I continued to tug unto him, surprised to feel that he hadn't gone soft.

He was still rock hard.

"I got lots of stamina Mr. Ice-cream man, I'm still a growing Senior student after all," he grinned devilishly.

My eyes widened at his remark. "S-Senior? You're still in high school?!!"

"Technicalities, technicalities. Nothing to worry about here, for I'm yours as long as you want me," he answered in a matter-of-fact way.

"That's not the problem," I retorted. Trying to get up and shove him away, only to have him grind down his hip on me, sending delicious tingles to my groin and an increasing itch at a part of me that I'd never have guessed would be craving for anything.

"The problem I see right now, is our raging hard-ons," he answered flatly and as if to end our discussion, he flung off my underpants, as he slid down his jeans and boxers in one swift move. His body was like a Gods. His prick stood-up straight up like a Galileo art piece. "I wanna see all the ways in which I can melt you."

I was at his mercy and he knew this. So any chances of me turning him away was zero. He is a Senior for christ sake, I scolded myself but what can I say. I was hooked. I was whipped. Whatever you decided to call it, that's how it was.

I sat up hesitantly and gently shoved him unto his back this time and straddled him. Skin to skin, face to face, naked as the day we were born. I now took the chance to grind right down on him, causing him to howl sweetly and as loudly as he'd made me moan.

Maybe some day I'll tell him how I truly feel but for now, I smirked above him. With hands on either side of his face, I whispered, "I'm fine with that."