Fire and Ice

 

Chapter 2

 

It had been a week after John had arrived at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. He went to classes, tried to fit in, and had even made some friends. He would meet with them before and after classes, sit with them during lunch and dinner, but after that, didn’t hang out with anyone all that much. He despised bedtime because he would go to his room he hared with Bobby and sit in silence.

 

Bobby still refused to talked to him. Every time John would try to strike up a conversation, Bobby would simply sit in silence and give him a smirk. Of course, John had thought it was a cute little smirk. The way his skin just stretched up and pulled his plump, beautiful lips. The way Bobby’s eyes sparkled when he looked at him.

 

I have no chance though, thought John, He doesn’t talk to me. I just need to get through the year. Then I can leave here with my powers under control and I can just be normal.

 

A few days later, Ororo was teaching the basics of fractional derivatives. John, having gotten behind on his homework, had stayed up all night finishing it and was fast asleep in the Calculus class.

 

John woke up quickly as Ororo recited the homework assignment. “Oh and good luck on that assignment, John. I told you to stay caught up,” she said tauntingly.

 

“Dammit,” John seethed under his breath, as he collected his belongings and walked out the door. He headed straight for his dorm, ready to ask Bobby for help. He pushed the key into the keyhole and turned it. He opened the door and stopped quickly. He was incredibly glad that the door was quiet when opening because the sight before him was incredible.

 

Bobby was standing in the middle of the room, naked. John had gotten in and Bobby was turned around, giving John the most pleasant sight of tight, muscular orbs that protruded sensuously from the tops of Bobby’s thighs. John silently backtracked and closed the door until only a sliver of room was left, just enough so that John could see into the room.

 

Bobby turned around and John caught sight of the sexiest, and biggest, cock he had ever seen. It hung semi-erect between Bobby’s legs. Bobby reached down and tugged on the thick piece of hanging flesh and grabbed it by the hilt, he rubbed the head a bit and swung it around a bit. John imagined his face being slapped by the huge pole of man flesh. Bobby began tugging it more, pulling the flesh back and forth along his love muscle, making pre cum leak from the head.

 

John stood on the other side of the door, watching the sexiest person he had ever seen jacking off, beating his meat, wanking, rubbing one out, what ever you want to call it. All John knew was that it was incredibly sexy and blood was rushing to all the right places in his body. John reached down and felt his own cock through his pants, it was creating a large bulge. He had an average sized dick. It was 6 1/2” in length and about 4” in girth. He was proud because he was a bit bigger than most of the other guys he knew. He loved to tuck it to the right of his pants. When he would get hard, his cock would create a remarkably thick bulge down his leg and onlookers were amazed at this.

 

John’s hand began to stroke his cock through his pants. John opened his eyes and looked into the room again. It was truly a sight to behold. Bobby was laying on his back and had somehow managed to pull his balls to the side. His cock had circled under his perineum and was now penetrating his asshole. John thought it was only fake but John was witnessing a guy fucking his own asshole. John immediately began shooting string after string of cum inside his pants.

 

Fuck! What do I do now?, thought John, looking down at the large wet spot in his pants. He looked around. There were no people around, so he continued watching. Bobby still had his cock inside of his ass. John continued to rub his softening cock. Almost immediately, it started to get hard again. Bobby was now legitimately pulling his cock in and out of his own asshole. John was more that horny and his cock sprang to life once more.

 

Bobby pushed his cock deep inside of himself and moaned out some words that were indecipherable to John.  After a few seconds of Bobby convulsing, he pulled his cock out of his asshole. Drops of cum leaked from his asshole, sending a few white streams of gooey liquid pouring from the hole. John came again almost immediately upon seeing this beautiful sight.

 

John finally couldn’t take any more and closed the door silently. He shoved the key to his room deep into his shoulder bag and knocked on the door.

 

“Who is it?” came the voice from inside the room.

 

“John,” the boy replied.

 

“OK,” replied Bobby from inside the room.

 

Fuck, that is the most he has said to me in almost two weeks.

 

The door opened and Bobby stood inside the room, looking fresh and clean. Wow, he cleans up well. And quick, thought John.

 

“Did you take notes on the lesson in Ororo’s class today? I fell asleep,” asked John to Bobby.

 

Bobby simply smiled back and did not reply.

 

“Well...did you?” John asked confused at his response.

 

Once again, Bobby only smiled.

 

“Dammit, Bobby!” John began to yell, “What the fuck is wrong with me? You don’t ever talk to me! All I want to do is have friends for once! I am going to tell Professor Xavier I made a mistake about rooming with you! I need to switch, cause you have a fucking problem with me!”

 

John stormed out the door, taking his key, his shoulder bag, and Bobby’s smile with him.

 

Bobby stayed in the room, unable to smile.

 

“What the hell just happened?” he whispered to himself. Bobby leaned back and sat down in his bed, putting his head in his hands.

 

A tear fell to the ground, frozen.