Am I just using him – chapter 1

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Arghh, I hate mr. Arlok. What a douchebag. Like, why would he say those things about Rick. I get it, Rick may be a know-it-all, but at least he’s trying his best in class, a teacher should be happy about that. But instead, trying to be all cool or something, mr. Arlok pretty much belittled the guy all class long.

Wait, let me explain. I’m Dan, I’m a pretty popular guy, I think. I have many friends and even those I do not consider to be friends, always want to hang out with me. I don’t think I’m special or anything, I just think I’m good with all social things. It’s a skill, just like being good in maths or languages. It really doesn’t make me any better than other kids. So, starting with that, Rick isn’t a friend of mine. Moreover, even I find him annoying sometimes. He always replies to all questions the teachers ask, and whenever he gets the answer correct (which is often), he looks content. Too happy. But, like I said, at least he is trying. Many students, myself included, don’t even try to participate in classes, but just look forward to breaks and the end of the day. In that way, I have a lot of respect for Rick.

So, today Rick isn’t at school. I don’t know what’s wrong, and I honestly don’t care. We all had to hand in some assignment online last week, and mr. Arlok went over our replies today. When he showed us the reply from Rick, he pretty much destroyed everything he put in his assignment. He mocked over everything! He really bullied Rick, and because he wasn’t there, he couldn’t defend himself. The class, naturally, laughed at every comment mr. Arlok made. At some point, I stood up and very firmly said: “if you have problems with Rick, mr. Arlok, you should tell him. It’s unfair to pester him like this when he’s not here.”

“Is everything alright, Dan?” the teacher asked.

“No. You shouldn’t be saying all these things.”

“I am the teacher.”

To that comment, I could only laugh. I grabbed my stuff and walked out of the room. I’m not sure why I suddenly acted all butthurt, but he was really crossing a line. So that’s what happened. Now I’m in the boy’s bathroom, in a stall, sitting on the toilet with my pants on. I’m just overthinking what happened.

Then I notice something strange. Someone on the toilet next to me is breathing pretty heavy. noteworthy heave. I smile, I know what’s happening. Some horny teenage boy just had to take care of his stuff. God knows how many times I jerked off in the bathroom, just to be able to get through the day.

The soft moaning continues. I guess the guy next to me hadn’t noticed me being here. Understandable, it’s during class and you’re very rarely allowed to go to the toilet during class. I guess this guy thought he’d be alone. Think again, hehe.

But then something weird happens. I hear a soft moan, again, followed by a whisper. I may be wrong, but that sounded like “o, Dan.”

Now, I know, there are many Dan’s in the world. In my school I know of several Dan’s, as well. But you can’t blame me for being curious now. First of all, Dan is a guy’s name, so if some guy is jerking off in the stall next to mine while whispering guy’s names, that’s noteworthy to begin with. Being gay is not something you want classmates to know in high school, it could destroy the next few years. So, let’s say I’m very curious.

Silently I raise myself so I’m on top of the toilet. I secretly glance over the edge of the wooden wall separating the toilets. It’s a guy from the second year, I’ve seen him around, but I don’t know his name. As I expected he is rubbing his junk, but not as expected, he is still wearing his pants. He has his phone in his left hand and is looking at something on it while furiously rubbing his pants. I try to move a little bit to see what he is looking at.

Then the boy moves his phone a little bit, so I can get a glance of what is on it. Oh gash… That is a picture of… me!

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Needless to say, during the next days I couldn’t get this out of my head. What should I think of this? This guy wasn’t really jerking off to a picture of me, but he was damn close. And I don’t even know his name! And even though he wasn’t really jerking off, I’m think I can be sure he has done so before. Just the thought of a random guy who could be looking at a picture of me and touching his dick at the same time… ughh.

I haven’t told this to anyone, of course. How could I. Just walk up to a friend and say: “so last week I peeked into another stall in the bathroom and I saw this guy jerking of to a picture of me.” No, that’s not going to happen. But in the meantime, I can’t really stop thinking about this. I saw the boy in the halls a few times during the last few days, but all those times he was doing his best not to look at me. He must really like me then? I’m not sure if I should be flattered or freaked out about this.

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It’s thursday. It’s been over a week since I found out about this guy in the bathroom. I have to admit, I’m not thinking about it that much anymore. If he wants to do so, he should just do it. I guess I should be flattered about it even. Most of the times I forget about it, apart from those rare moments when I see him in school, which reminds me of the whole experience. To be honest, knowing that a guy in school would probably suck my cock if I asked him to, it’s pretty self assuring, if you know what I mean? If I could even get gay guys to like me, I’m sure to find a girlfriend once I start looking. I mean, the girls are paying attention to me already, but I’m not really ready for a long term relationship and I know they don’t want to just hook-up for sex.