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As I leave my house, it occurs to me Manny's car isn't there. Huh. Maybe he's late, I think, and I stand there for a bit looking up and down the street.
I hear a car door open from one of the parked cars on the side of the street. A guy gets out and looks at me. He says, "Manny can't make it today so he told me to drive you to school." Then he shrugs and gets back in the car.
I walk over and open the passenger side door and look in. Oh Jesus, I think, it's Cale Edwards, one of the biggest pricks in school. He's friends with Manny? They couldn't be more dissimilar - Cale was rich, arrogant, mean, entitled. More of a pretty boy. Manny was dumb, poor, and looked like an aspiring mechanic.
Maybe he was Cale'a actual mechanic? It occurs to me how little I actually know about Manny.
I get in the car and Cale drives off.
Not my type in the slightest. I would go so far as to say he had an extremely punchable face.
"You don't remember me, do you?" I say.
He takes a sip of to-go coffee and puts the paper cup back in the cup holder next to him.
"Should I?" he says, not even looking at me.
"You were my camp counselor in seventh grade?" I say. "You kept calling me a fag."
Cale nods. "Hmm," he says. "Was that an inaccurate assessment?"
He says it with confidence and a complete lack of guilt, and I think for a second he might be a good lawyer someday. Maybe an investment banker. Probably an investment banker.
"Uh..." I say, unsure of how to respond. Technically he's not wrong.
"You know what," he says, "I sincerely apologize. I'll be honest and say I don't even remember you but that does sound like something I would say."
He talks like a car salesman - completely insincere yet upbeat and direct.
"What's your name, again?" he says.
"Nate," I tell him.
"Nate," he repeats. "Right. Tell you what, Nate-"
He reaches over and puts a hand on my thigh and then just leaves it there.
"I don't want there to be any awkwardness between us," he continues, "especially if you're going to have my dick in your mouth on a regular basis."
He pats my thigh and then removes his hand.
I'm a bit stunned and for a second time in about two minutes, completely unsure of what to say or how to respond. "What?" is all I can manage to get out.
"Manny says you can't get enough of it," he says, looking in the rear view mirror before putting his eyes back on the road. "So I thought I'd do you a favor and allow you to blow me. Possibly more than once if you do a good enough job today, champ."
He pats my thigh again.
I finally put two and two together and realize of course Manny wouldn't have given a shit about how I got to school, let alone sent someone in his absence. But how did he know an asshole like Cale? Bizarre.
Cale pulls the car into the same parking lot Manny pulls into every morning. He turns off the car and looks at me. "Well, what do you say? You going to let me take that mouth for a test drive?"
He unzips his jeans and pulls them down. It's weird to be in this parking lot, looking at an erection that isn't Manny's.
Without even thinking about it, I lick my lips. A reflex, almost. It's all Cale needs to see, apparently, because he says, "Great!" and puts a hand on the back of my head as I sit and stare.
I move to lean over but he stops me. "No, no," he says, "first I want to watch you jerk off. I need to see some e evidence of how badly you need this dick."
I do as I'm told and pull my pants down, my own dick hard as a rock. I immediately start jerking it and Cale rubs the back of my head as I do.
"Nice," Cale says. "You're doing great."
It'a a bit surreal to find myself jerking off next to Cale Edwards and having him watch me do it. It's also pretty hot, I'm not going to lie. And I do want his dick.
"You really want it, don't you?" he says.
"Yeah," I say, pulling on my dick.
"You like sucking a nice hard cock don't you, Nate."
"Oh yeah," I say.
"How's Manny's? Is it good?"
I nod. "Yeah."
"Well let me know whose is better when you're done."
"Okay," I say.
"Now get to work," he says, gently pulling my head toward his lap.
I wrap my lips around his cock and get to work. He tastes similar to Manny but he smells different. He rubs his fingers through my hair as I suck him. I wonder, as I go up and down on his cock, what his cum will taste like. Same as Manny's? Different?
"Mmm," Cale says.
I desperately want him to reach over and stick a finger in my ass, but I'm not sure how to make such a request so I just keep sucking. He's got a nice cock. It feels great in my mouth. And I'm eager to make him blow his load. I start sucking faster.
"Slower," he says. "Slow down."
I do as I'm told. Nice and slow.
After a minute or so, without any warning, Cale's load hits the back of my throat and then another one and another one and I realize I'm swallowing without getting a real sense of how it tastes. I decide further investigation is required.
I sit back up in the passenger seat and pull my own pants back up as Cale does the same.
"So," he says, "whose is better?"
Neither, I think, they're both just different. But I tell Cale what I think he wants to hear. "Yours," I say.
"Excellent," he says. "I'd give you a solid seven out of ten."
"Oh," I say.
"We'll see if we can't get you up to a ten eventually," he says, patting my thigh. "Sound good?"
I nod. "Sounds good."
Cale starts the car and we drive to school.