Zac looked at his appearance in the mirror, running a hand through his now short hair. It was February and Valentine's Day and he should have been spending the night with Kate, losing his virginity for the first time but that hadn't happened because apparently she was busy and if things cleared up she would call him and let him come over but so far that hadn't happened and it was going on nine.
So instead of spending time with his girlfriend he had asked his mom to cut his hair for him because Zac had decided he needed a change. That and he was getting tired of his father telling him he was looking too much like a sissy with his hair long. Now though as he ran his hand through his short locks he regretted that option but it was too late to take back. His hair was short and he'd have to live with it.
"Just like I'm going to have to live with being a virgin," Zac muttered under his breath before opening the door and leaving the bathroom. On his way back to his room he wasn't surprised to find Isaac and Taylor's door open and the room dark and empty. Of course they'd be out.
Isaac had gotten a new girlfriend in December and was slowly moving on from the foreign exchange student he had dated a year or so back and Taylor had recently went back to Natalie for what felt like the twelfth time in a matter of months. They both had girls who at least wanted to be with them while lately Zac was beginning to doubt that Kate wanted him. She was always making excuses for why she couldn't see him.
Shaking his head he finally walked into his room and shut the door behind him as he walked to his bed. He may as well have just called it a night and go to bed reading Lord of the Rings but as he walked to his bed he came to a stop as he looked out his window and across the yard into Harry's window.
In the past few months he and Harry had become somewhat good friends, he had taken Harry under his wing at school and introduced him to his friend crowd and most weekends Harry hung out at his house or vice versa, whenever one or the other wasn't busy and Zac was slowly becoming okay with the fact that Harry usually kept his curtains open even if that meant an accidental peep show, though Zac made an effort not to look now but sometimes Zac had to admit he was mesmerized by the other boy's naked body.
It was a sin more than likely but Zac was even more sure what he was witnessing in Harry's room was even more of a sin and it made his stomach drop because if his dad could see the fact that next door in Harry's bedroom was Johnny on his knees giving Harry a blow job then his dad would make sure to end his friendship with Harry.
And that was the main reason Zac should have shut the curtains to his room instead of standing at his window watching the scene unfold but he couldn't help it, especially since this was a shock because he hadn't realized Harry was gay even if he thought Harry had checked him out in the tree house on the night they first met.
Zac knew he wasn't good at reading people but he swore Harry had seemed straight but then again he had implied there was things he disagreed with about Zac's dad and Zac guessed he knew what that was now that he was literally watching Johnny suck on Harry's dick.
Biting his lip as he continued to watch Zac only looked down briefly when he felt the all too familiar tight feeling in his pants and the moment his eyes landed on his erection he swore he wanted to be sick. There was no way the sight of two men together sexually had made him get hard. He wasn't gay and this was sick, something that could damn someone's soul to hell.
"Go down," he muttered as he kept looking at his pants as if he could will his erection away but yet he couldn't. He couldn't just magically make it go away and he also it seemed couldn't look away from the scene in Harry's room for too long because when he tore his eyes away from the issue in his pants they went to the room where Harry was still getting his dick sucked.
"Fuck," Zac whispered loudly as his hand grew a mind of it's own and made it's way to the front of his jeans were he began to massage himself through the material. He was fucking sick for doing this while watching two men but his dick was hard and it was a free show, even if it was a disgusting act based on the fact that two men together was wrong.
Biting his lip as he continued to watch Zac felt his hips begin to move up as he kept massaging himself through his jeans and before he knew what was happening he unzipped his pants and reached in, pulling his cock out through the slit in his boxers.
Once his cock was free and out in the open he began to pump himself and as he did so his eyes fell shut and he no longer watched the scene in front of him. Now he was watching an entirely different show where he was the one on his knees pleasuring Harry and sucking his cock and he knew it was wrong and gross but.....shit.
Opening his eyes as he came he looked down at his now dirty hand and he moved it away, using his clean hand to eventually put his cock away and zip his pants up before just looking at his dirty hand some more, the evidence on it enough to make him feel sick and nausea's at what had just happened. He had gotten off while watching two men and then thinking of pleasuring another man with his mouth.
"Gross," Zac muttered as he turned on his heels to go to the bathroom and wash his hands and maybe actually get sick in the process. Maybe at least getting sick could cleanse him of the thoughts he had, had.
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The next morning as he walked through the hallway at school, Zac visibly flinched and slowed down as he felt an arm go around him. He was sure of who it was and as he turned around he had his assumptions confirmed as he found Harry grinning at him so big and happy.
"You okay?" Harry questioned his grin dropping slightly. "You don't look okay," he said as he pulled Zac into him and Zac swore he could smell Harry's cologne.
"I'm fine," Zac answered as he pulled away slightly. "But...I...we shouldn't be talking."
Harry scrunched up his face in confusion and his arm dropped off of Zac, "Why can't we talk? Did I do something to make you mad?"
Shaking his head Zac bit his lip briefly before answering Harry, "I can't talk to people like you," he stated his voice coming out harsher than he had intended and maybe proving that he had lied when he shook his head at the not being mad part.
"People like me?" Harry asked his voice now showing as much confusion as his facial expressions.
"Gay people," Zac spoke as he came to a stop when he reached his locker. It was then he saw Harry's look change from confusion to hurt and he had to look down. "I saw you and Johnny last night."
At that revelation silence seemed to overtake them for the longest time, the only sound around them was the other kids and their own breathing. "I didn't think you were as prejudice as your dad," Harry finally said breaking the silence his voice coming out pained. "You seemed different."
Looking at Harry again Zac laughed slightly, "It's not prejudice. It's a matter of me knowing it's wrong for two men to be together and not wanting to associate with people who don't know that truth yet."
"So being in love is wrong?" Harry questioned as he crossed his arms staring Zac down and Zac almost felt as if Harry was looking into his soul. "It's wrong to love someone?"
"If it's another man loving a man it's wrong," Zac countered repeating his father's words over the years. "It's unnatural and not what God wanted. He wanted men and women to be together so they could procreate and make babies and raise healthy children."
Harry rolled his eyes at that before shaking his head, "I'd like to hear your own words not your father's," he replied before uncrossing his arms. "But you can't give me your own words can you? You've never been in love so you wouldn't know. You may think you have or are in love with Kate but you aren't...not unless the want for her is an ache you can't get rid of. That's how I felt with my first boyfriend back home. It was an ache I couldn't get rid of and I tried to ignore it, tried telling myself I should like girls but I couldn't and so I finally gave in to what I wanted and yeah I'm gay. I love other men and maybe one day you'll see past your father's ideas I mean Taylor has..." he ranted but then stopped at the Taylor revelation.
"Taylor has?" Zac asked as he raised an eyebrow and now it was him looking at Harry curiously. "What about Taylor makes you think he doesn't think the same as our dad?"
"It's not my place to reveal Taylor's secrets," Harry stated as he backed away from Zac. "But I think we said all we need to say huh? You don't want to be friends with me because I'm gay then fine we aren't friends," he said before turning and walking away.
Watching Harry walk away Zac just stood there dumbfounded and confused because he did want to know what Harry was going to say about Taylor. Hearing the first bell ring though Zac heaved a sigh and turned to open his locker so he could get his stuff out and make it to his first class in time and he hoped he could concentrate since his mind was now on whatever piece of information Harry had on his brother.
But Zac figured he knew Taylor well enough. Whatever Harry knew couldn't be that bad and it was probably a misunderstanding. There was no way Taylor thought differently than their dad....but maybe he could find a way to broach this subject tonight if Taylor was home for more than fifteen minutes. Then he could see what Harry's misunderstanding was that made him think Taylor thought differently and believed it could be okay to sin.
So instead of spending time with his girlfriend he had asked his mom to cut his hair for him because Zac had decided he needed a change. That and he was getting tired of his father telling him he was looking too much like a sissy with his hair long. Now though as he ran his hand through his short locks he regretted that option but it was too late to take back. His hair was short and he'd have to live with it.
"Just like I'm going to have to live with being a virgin," Zac muttered under his breath before opening the door and leaving the bathroom. On his way back to his room he wasn't surprised to find Isaac and Taylor's door open and the room dark and empty. Of course they'd be out.
Isaac had gotten a new girlfriend in December and was slowly moving on from the foreign exchange student he had dated a year or so back and Taylor had recently went back to Natalie for what felt like the twelfth time in a matter of months. They both had girls who at least wanted to be with them while lately Zac was beginning to doubt that Kate wanted him. She was always making excuses for why she couldn't see him.
Shaking his head he finally walked into his room and shut the door behind him as he walked to his bed. He may as well have just called it a night and go to bed reading Lord of the Rings but as he walked to his bed he came to a stop as he looked out his window and across the yard into Harry's window.
In the past few months he and Harry had become somewhat good friends, he had taken Harry under his wing at school and introduced him to his friend crowd and most weekends Harry hung out at his house or vice versa, whenever one or the other wasn't busy and Zac was slowly becoming okay with the fact that Harry usually kept his curtains open even if that meant an accidental peep show, though Zac made an effort not to look now but sometimes Zac had to admit he was mesmerized by the other boy's naked body.
It was a sin more than likely but Zac was even more sure what he was witnessing in Harry's room was even more of a sin and it made his stomach drop because if his dad could see the fact that next door in Harry's bedroom was Johnny on his knees giving Harry a blow job then his dad would make sure to end his friendship with Harry.
And that was the main reason Zac should have shut the curtains to his room instead of standing at his window watching the scene unfold but he couldn't help it, especially since this was a shock because he hadn't realized Harry was gay even if he thought Harry had checked him out in the tree house on the night they first met.
Zac knew he wasn't good at reading people but he swore Harry had seemed straight but then again he had implied there was things he disagreed with about Zac's dad and Zac guessed he knew what that was now that he was literally watching Johnny suck on Harry's dick.
Biting his lip as he continued to watch Zac only looked down briefly when he felt the all too familiar tight feeling in his pants and the moment his eyes landed on his erection he swore he wanted to be sick. There was no way the sight of two men together sexually had made him get hard. He wasn't gay and this was sick, something that could damn someone's soul to hell.
"Go down," he muttered as he kept looking at his pants as if he could will his erection away but yet he couldn't. He couldn't just magically make it go away and he also it seemed couldn't look away from the scene in Harry's room for too long because when he tore his eyes away from the issue in his pants they went to the room where Harry was still getting his dick sucked.
"Fuck," Zac whispered loudly as his hand grew a mind of it's own and made it's way to the front of his jeans were he began to massage himself through the material. He was fucking sick for doing this while watching two men but his dick was hard and it was a free show, even if it was a disgusting act based on the fact that two men together was wrong.
Biting his lip as he continued to watch Zac felt his hips begin to move up as he kept massaging himself through his jeans and before he knew what was happening he unzipped his pants and reached in, pulling his cock out through the slit in his boxers.
Once his cock was free and out in the open he began to pump himself and as he did so his eyes fell shut and he no longer watched the scene in front of him. Now he was watching an entirely different show where he was the one on his knees pleasuring Harry and sucking his cock and he knew it was wrong and gross but.....shit.
Opening his eyes as he came he looked down at his now dirty hand and he moved it away, using his clean hand to eventually put his cock away and zip his pants up before just looking at his dirty hand some more, the evidence on it enough to make him feel sick and nausea's at what had just happened. He had gotten off while watching two men and then thinking of pleasuring another man with his mouth.
"Gross," Zac muttered as he turned on his heels to go to the bathroom and wash his hands and maybe actually get sick in the process. Maybe at least getting sick could cleanse him of the thoughts he had, had.
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The next morning as he walked through the hallway at school, Zac visibly flinched and slowed down as he felt an arm go around him. He was sure of who it was and as he turned around he had his assumptions confirmed as he found Harry grinning at him so big and happy.
"You okay?" Harry questioned his grin dropping slightly. "You don't look okay," he said as he pulled Zac into him and Zac swore he could smell Harry's cologne.
"I'm fine," Zac answered as he pulled away slightly. "But...I...we shouldn't be talking."
Harry scrunched up his face in confusion and his arm dropped off of Zac, "Why can't we talk? Did I do something to make you mad?"
Shaking his head Zac bit his lip briefly before answering Harry, "I can't talk to people like you," he stated his voice coming out harsher than he had intended and maybe proving that he had lied when he shook his head at the not being mad part.
"People like me?" Harry asked his voice now showing as much confusion as his facial expressions.
"Gay people," Zac spoke as he came to a stop when he reached his locker. It was then he saw Harry's look change from confusion to hurt and he had to look down. "I saw you and Johnny last night."
At that revelation silence seemed to overtake them for the longest time, the only sound around them was the other kids and their own breathing. "I didn't think you were as prejudice as your dad," Harry finally said breaking the silence his voice coming out pained. "You seemed different."
Looking at Harry again Zac laughed slightly, "It's not prejudice. It's a matter of me knowing it's wrong for two men to be together and not wanting to associate with people who don't know that truth yet."
"So being in love is wrong?" Harry questioned as he crossed his arms staring Zac down and Zac almost felt as if Harry was looking into his soul. "It's wrong to love someone?"
"If it's another man loving a man it's wrong," Zac countered repeating his father's words over the years. "It's unnatural and not what God wanted. He wanted men and women to be together so they could procreate and make babies and raise healthy children."
Harry rolled his eyes at that before shaking his head, "I'd like to hear your own words not your father's," he replied before uncrossing his arms. "But you can't give me your own words can you? You've never been in love so you wouldn't know. You may think you have or are in love with Kate but you aren't...not unless the want for her is an ache you can't get rid of. That's how I felt with my first boyfriend back home. It was an ache I couldn't get rid of and I tried to ignore it, tried telling myself I should like girls but I couldn't and so I finally gave in to what I wanted and yeah I'm gay. I love other men and maybe one day you'll see past your father's ideas I mean Taylor has..." he ranted but then stopped at the Taylor revelation.
"Taylor has?" Zac asked as he raised an eyebrow and now it was him looking at Harry curiously. "What about Taylor makes you think he doesn't think the same as our dad?"
"It's not my place to reveal Taylor's secrets," Harry stated as he backed away from Zac. "But I think we said all we need to say huh? You don't want to be friends with me because I'm gay then fine we aren't friends," he said before turning and walking away.
Watching Harry walk away Zac just stood there dumbfounded and confused because he did want to know what Harry was going to say about Taylor. Hearing the first bell ring though Zac heaved a sigh and turned to open his locker so he could get his stuff out and make it to his first class in time and he hoped he could concentrate since his mind was now on whatever piece of information Harry had on his brother.
But Zac figured he knew Taylor well enough. Whatever Harry knew couldn't be that bad and it was probably a misunderstanding. There was no way Taylor thought differently than their dad....but maybe he could find a way to broach this subject tonight if Taylor was home for more than fifteen minutes. Then he could see what Harry's misunderstanding was that made him think Taylor thought differently and believed it could be okay to sin.
