The Preacher's Kid: High School - 6. High School Sucks

Well, fuck me! It’s now 1:00 in the morning, and I still can’t get my stressed ass to sleep! I was driving Matty crazy, so he rolled off me and is sound asleep next to me. I don’t like that at all! I want my boyfriend in my arms!

And that’s exactly what has me stressed. As awesome as this weekend ended up being, it could all go down the crapper in the morning. Don’t get me wrong or anything—our friends are awesome people. We’ve been close since the first week of our Freshman year, and some of us have been hanging since the beginning of middle school.

But—out of the eight of us, Matty and I are the first gay dudes. I know all of us are super chill when it comes to the gay kids at school. At one time or another, I think all of us have stepped in and stopped some bullying. I’m proud of that.

But shit! I have no fucking idea what they’ll think if they ever found out that Matty and I are officially boyfriends. And the hardest part of the whole thing will be acting like nothing’s different when everything’s so fucking different I don’t know what to do!

I let out a sigh, and Matty mumbled, “What’s going on? I hate having my boyfriend so stressed out.”

“I’m sorry, Matty. I’m just stressed out about going to school and pretending you’re not my boyfriend.”

Matty flipped around and smiled. “I love you, Eddie. More than I ever thought someone could love another person. I promise you everything will be chill. But if you’re all stressed tomorrow, people are gonna ask you what’s up—and you totally suck at lying. Just be the awesome, funny, smiling dude you always have been, and nothing bad’ll go down.”

He kissed me lightly on the lips and asked me if I needed some help relaxing. I sighed and told him everything was okay.

“Bullshit.”

I’ll be damned if he crawled under the covers to the bottom part of the bed and discovered I was totally naked. He didn’t say a word, but I gasped when I found my entire soft cock in his hot, wet mouth. It only took seconds for me to get hard, and Matty started blowing me again!

“Dude! Ohhhh, fuck! That’s amaaaaaazing!” I was whispering and breathing hard while I grabbed a handful of sheets in each hand.

Matty started playing with my smooth, tight balls, reached up with his other hand, and started playing with my nipple. I guess three feelings are pretty much my limit because it didn’t take me long to feel that tightening up feeling I get right before I nut.

“Jesus! I’m gonna nut, Matty! Oh, God! Ohhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!” I shot six or seven shots into Matty’s mouth before I finally settled down. I hate like fuck that I nut so fast, but I just can’t help it. All these new feelings happening at once just send me over the edge!

Matty pulled himself back up from under the sheets and grinned, “Feel better, baby? You taste so fucking sweet!”

“I love you, Matty. That was awesome! You want me to do you?”

“Nope! I want you in my arms so you can fall asleep.”

Matty laid on his back and pulled me onto his chest. He gently rubbed a hand up and down my back, and I was asleep in seconds.

I woke up around 6:30 to find Matty still holding on to me. I really had to pee and needed to figure a way to ease out of his hold without waking him up. It was impossible, and my beautiful boyfriend stirred as I tried to get out of his arms.

“You okay, baby?”

“Yeah, gotta pee. Be right back.”

“K.”

Damn! It’s so fucking hard to take your morning piss when you’re fucking hard! It took a while, but I finally got the flow going and felt that relief only a boy knows! Well, I think so, anyways. I mean—do girls have to work so hard to piss in the mornings? I don’t think so!

I made it back to bed and eased in since Matty was dead to the world—well, almost! When I pulled the sheet up to crawl in, his dick was hard as a rock and looked yummy as fuck! I glanced at my phone and saw that the alarm was going to go off in twenty minutes.

It was my turn to crawl under the covers! I gently took Matty’s stunning cock into my hand and pointed it toward my mouth. Wow! My mouth was even watering, knowing what was ahead!

I licked around the head of Matty’s cock and got it good and wet. I started to slowly suck it into my mouth while working my tongue all over that thing. Here comes the pre! Damn, that shit tastes sooooo fucking good!

It was a good two or three minutes before I heard Matty’s first moan. His hand moved down to his cock and backed off as soon as he touched my head.

“Shit! That’s so fucking awesome, Eddie!” Thank God he was whispering! The last thing we needed was Mom coming into the room to see why strange sounds were making their way into the rest of the house!

Matty pulled the sheets off of us and looked down at me with this shit-eating grin. I pulled off his cock long enough to say, “Good morning, boyfriend!” and went right back to the task at hand—or maybe I should say task at mouth?

I started to play with his balls with one hand, and he opened his legs to give me better access. Well, shit! As long as Matty was granting better access, my other hand went to his ass, and I just ticked and teased his hole.

That pretty much was all he could handle as Matty soon filled my mouth with his amazing nut. God, I love dick! Well—I love Matty’s dick!

He settled back into reality, and I let his cock fall out of my mouth. I scooted back up to the top of the bed and pulled Matty into my arms.

“Jesus, Eddie! I can’t wait to show you how fucking amazing it is to wake up like that! And just so you know, you give fucking awesome blow jobs! I can’t believe that’s only your second one ever!”

“Well, Mr. boyfriend—when you have the finest materials to work with, it can only improve the outcome. Now—we have about ten minutes before the alarm goes off. Let’s just chill a bit before we get up.”

“Hey, you think we can get away with showering together this morning?”

“I don’t know. Mom always checks in on me in the morning, and it might be awkward if she stuck her head in and heard us in the shower together. I don’t know. As much as I’d love to shower with you, it might not be a good idea.”

“Yeah, you’re prolly right. And if you think about it, we’d probably be late for school if we took a shower together right now.”

“Yeah, that would be a tough one to explain to Mom and Dad!”

I kissed my boy, and we relaxed the last few minutes before the alarm went off. I sent Matty into the bathroom to shower first, and sure enough—not even two minutes after he had started his shower, Mom stuck her head into my room to make sure we were up and about.

“Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?”

“Eventually. I had some trouble falling asleep.”

Mom came in and sat at the foot of the bed and patted my foot. “Care to share?”

“Well, I guess all the stuff that came down this weekend. It kinda piled up and had me wondering how things were going to go at school today.”

“I’m thinking you are talking about your new relationship with Matthew? I mean—I’m assuming that you’ve decided to be boyfriends, even though you never specifically said the other night.”

“Yeah, that’s it. And wouldn’t that have been a little awkward if we hadn’t become boyfriends? I mean for you—just now. Mom—you always tell me not to make assumptions, and you just made one ginormous one!”

“Oh my! I guess I did, didn’t I? I do apologize for that—and at the same time, I couldn’t be happier to see you so happy!”

“And that’s the thing. You see. I’m scared people are gonna notice that things are different for Matty and me. I mean, it was hard as all get-out to tell you everything Saturday night. You, Matty, and I are the only ones who know so far. Neither one of us is anywhere near ready to come out to the whole school!”

“And that would explain why you had trouble sleeping.” Mom paused and squeezed my leg.

“Eddie dear, I promise you won't look any different today than you have any other day of the year. I know you’re happier than you’ve ever been—but you’ve always been a happy boy. You might feel like you’re smiling more than you usually do—but you’ve always been the boy with the smile on his face. You might feel like you are sitting or standing next to Matty more than you should—but the two of you have stood side by side for years. Everyone knows that you two adore each other. If no one has said anything by now, there’s no reason for them to start, is there?”

Well, shit! What could I do besides smile and look up at Mom? “Funny, that’s pretty much the same thing Matty said last night. You know how I overthink stuff. I guess everything will be fine.”

“Of course it will, darling.” She looked over to the bathroom. “It sounds like your boyfriend just finished in the shower. You need to get your own little butt out of bed and get showered. I’ll have breakfast for you boys when you come down.”

Mom kissed me on the forehead and left the room. How the fuck can this be the same woman who was driving me up the fucking wall just a week ago? I swear it’s aliens—there must have been some sort of alien grab-and-switch.

Matty gave me a quick kiss as I passed him on the way into the bathroom. After a quick shower and hitting the hairdryer, I walked out into the bedroom to dress, and Matty had already made his way downstairs.

Mom had left to take the twerp to school. I love that he has to be there an hour earlier than us. It seems someone finally figured out that high school students do better when they start school at 9:00 instead of 8:00. Of course, we don’t get out until 4:15, but that doesn’t matter to me since I usually have some kind of sports practice after. And to make up for the lost hour, they put all of us on teams in last period P.E. Sometimes adults can even make sense when they stop and think about shit!

Matty and I each had a blueberry muffin and a bowl of cereal. We fired up the Keurig, and each grabbed a go-cup of coffee to take with us. It was my turn to drive, so we piled into my 4Runner and headed to what I hoped to God would be a normal day at school!

We were jamming out to the latest Shawn Mendes song. Now let me tell you something, Matty sings the shit out of just about anything you hear on the radio. Me? I think I could be arrested for singing in some countries. No—seriously! I totally suck. At least Matty doesn’t bug me about it like just about everybody else does!

We parked in the Junior lot, and before I could open my door, Matty reached over and grabbed my leg. “Hey, this’ll be the last time I get to say this to you for a while—but dude, I am so totally and completely in love with the most amazing boy in this entire school. It’s gonna be an amazing day today—and the reason is because I love you! That’s pretty much all it takes for me.”

“Dude, are you trying to make me cry before I walk into the building?” I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and told Matty I loved him, too. Funny thing, we both looked out the window and decided at the same time we probably shouldn’t kiss each other in the parking lot—way too many people around.

Now—before we head into school, I should prolly tell you all about our “squad.” I think I mentioned there are eight of us. We’ve been hanging around each other since middle school. We all met at Dad’s church, which makes sense since that’s about the only social life anyone has when you’re in the seventh grade.

First, there’s Brandon and Lisa. Brandon’s on the baseball team with me. He plays third base to my shortstop. We totally work great together and are proud of the fact that we’ve ruined a shitload base hits for a lot of our opponents. Lisa’s a Brainiac and will prolly be valedictorian next year. Lisa might be smart as fuck, but she also has a naughty side that none of the teachers ever see because all they see is the smart girl who’s killing all her classes. Brandon and Lisa finally did it over Christmas break, and they can’t stop! At first, I thought they were just pervs—but now, I totally get it!

Next is Eric. Eric is kinda quiet but also an amazing pianist. He plays at the church every now and then, but the thing he’s totally into is playing for theatre. Dude is playing shows all over the city and is rolling in the cash. He’s hoping to go to Carnegie-Mellon for college. Apparently, they have the best musical theatre program in the country, and he wants to be a music director in New York when he finishes. He doesn’t really date. He says it’s cuz he has gigs almost every weekend. Now I’m wondering if he secretly is getting into some of the actresses (or actors) in the different theatres he plays for. Hmmm.

Then there’s Carrie and Bella. The others joke that they are the female version of Matty and me. They’re fun, smart, and are always together. Hmmm. I wonder just how much they are like Matty and me?

Last but definitely not least is Jax. Jaxson is a wide receiver on the football team and runs track in the Spring. When he and Matty are on the field together, you can bet there will be a huge gain in yardage—if not a touchdown. Matty and Jax are pretty close buds, and if I didn’t know that Jax bones just about every girl that wants him, then I might be a little jealous.

Okay—so now you know a little about the squad. I guess it’s time to start the day, yeah?

So we grabbed our backpacks and made our way into the school, saying “hi” to a few, fist-bumping a few, and ignoring most. Matty and I made our way to our usual pre-homeroom hang-out place, the corner table on the cafeteria's middle level. We walked in and found Carrie and Bella, the female version of Matty and me, already sitting and drinking their coffee. Matty sat his backpack on a chair, and I took the seat next to it.

He headed to the line to get our second cup of coffee. See, that’s how it works with us. Whoever drives to school gets treated to a coffee by the rider. So far, so good—nothing’s changed!

“Mornin’, Eddie! You have a good weekend?”

“Sure did, Carrie! It was awesome, actually!” I smiled at her as I took my seat across the table from the girls.

“Mmhmm. What’s up, Eddie? I recognize that look—and it’s never been on you—and it’s definitely not your Monday morning look.”

Fuck! I didn’t do anything! What the hell is she talking about?? “Look? What look? I don’t know what you’re smokin’, but I sure hope you brought enough for everybody.”

“Ya know, Bella. I think you might be right. Eddie Hamilton has that fresh sumpn’-sumpn’ look written all over his face!”

Thank God! Matty showed up with our coffees. “Mornin’ girls! How’s it goin’?”

I really wanted to tell him not to smile, but that’s impossible with Matty. Fuck! Here comes the other shoe!

“Oh—my—God, Carrie! Somebody else has the same sumpn’-sumpn’ look on his face!”

The girls started to laugh when Matty answered with, “What the hell are you psycho girls talkin’ about—these sumthin’-sumthin’ looks? Are you crazy?”

Bella leaned into us and motioned for Matty and me to lean into her. “Look, boys—all we’re sayin’ is that you both have the exact same looks on your faces that Carrie and I had on ours after our first weekend together.”

“What the fuck?”

“Shut the front door!”

Carrie looked at us and giggled, “Wait—you didn’t know? You guys hadn’t figured us out?”

Fuck me, silly! I was in total shock—I guess the girls are more the female version of Matty and me than I thought! “You mean—you’re—"

“Gay—dykes—lezbos—carpet munchers—totally in love with each other? Yup!”

I don’t think Matty’s eyes have blinked since he came back to the table. “And you think—that Eddie—and I—are—have—”

“Matty—Carrie and I have had you two figured out for almost two years. Jesus! We pretty much can tell that this was the weekend we—and especially you guys—have been waiting for.”

I started to panic as Carrie took my hand in hers and smiled. “Relax, Eddie. This is just between the four of us. Not Brandon and Lisa—not Eric—not Jax—are gonna hear a word from us. And I feel pretty sure that you and Matty will keep what we just told you about us—between just the two of you.

Matty was still in shock but still managed to get out, “but how did you know? Do we really look that obvious?”

“No! Not at all! Carrie has this incredibly accurate gaydar—and she’s never been wrong. She’s had you figured out for way more than a year. Jesus! It took you long enough!”

“Shhh! We’re so not ready to come out to the school. I haven’t even come out to my dad yet—and my little brother doesn’t have a clue, either.”

“Speaking of Brandon and Lisa—where are they? They’re usually here by now.”

Bella pulled her phone out of her bag and scrolled through her messages. “Oh Jesus—Lisa is (air quotes) home sick today, and Brandon’s on his way over to help her feel better.”

Jax and Eddie walked up to the table together just as the air was filled with the sound we hated the most—

Beep! Beep! Beep! There goes the first warning bell! We have seven minutes to get to homeroom. It sucks that the twenty-minute homeroom period is the only class that Matty and I have together. And that couldn’t be planned. The H’s and the J’s just happened to fall in the same group.

Lunch is the only other time we get to see each other. That wasn’t such a big deal as it is now. Oh well—not much we can do about it. And now that I think about it, it’s probably for the best. If I was making some kind of look that the girls could tell that Matty and I were together, it’s probably a good thing that I won’t be around him too much during the day!

We made it to our lockers, which are right next to each other. As I was getting my morning shit together, Matty looked at me and smiled. Of course, I smiled back when he told me not to worry about the girls. I told him I still can’t believe they had us figured out before we had us figured out. And what the fuck is this gaydar thing?

“Dude—it’s real. I’ve read all about it. And you and I will probably get ours once everything settles down some. There’s the bell. We have two minutes.”

We made it into the room with about thirty seconds to spare and had a seat. I felt a lot better when I glanced around the room, and no one looked at either one of us funny. That was a total relief!

Can I just say homeroom is boring as fuck? Matty has to sit two seats behind me, so we can’t talk at all. It’s not like anyone can talk. Ms. Jennings is a total dictator. All we are allowed to do is finish up any homework we might have, listen to the stupid announcements, and stand up for the fucking Pledge of Allegiance.

After twenty minutes, Matty and I make our way into the hall, give a “cya later,” and head to our morning classes. AP History and Biology are brutal. Both teachers announced a major test before Spring break. That’s gonna cut into my Matty time, that’s for sure!

Matty—God, I miss my boy so fucking much, and it’s only been a little over two hours! It’s weird, though—I think about him, and my entire body feels warm and pretty damned awesome. At least I haven’t popped wood this morning! But I’m pretty damned sure I’ll have a major boner all during lunch! I mean, c’mon! He’s gonna be sitting right next to me with that smile and confidence that makes me go fucking silly!

Finally, the bell for lunch rings, and I make my way to the school’s main hallway. I know I’ll meet up with Matty as he enters the main hallway from the wing he’s been in all morning. Yup! There he is! Damn, my boyfriend is smokin’ hot!

We smile as we get nearer to each other and meet up at the main hallway intersection.

“Dude!” Matty leans into me so no one walking near us could hear. “So fucking weird how bad I missed you this morning!”

“Right!? I was sitting in AP History, and she’s talking about this major test coming up, and all I could think about how it was gonna cut into my Matty time. Hell, that made me miss the fuck outta you!”

We make it into the cafeteria and drop our backpacks off at the table. Looks like it’s just the six of us today. We go through the line and avoid the mystery meatloaf. Matty and I choose to hit the salad bar since that’s about the only thing those cafeteria ladies haven’t figured out a way to fuck up.

It didn’t take long for the six of us to settle in to lunch. The talk was pretty typical for a Monday. Eric spent the weekend at Theatre Charlotte playing for a show called Forever Plaid. He couldn’t shut up about the four boys in the show and their amazing voices. Yup! I’m starting to wonder about our piano boy!

Jax had his typical Monday chat with Matty about some chick from another high school and how they had sex twice over the weekend. What a fucking’ amateur! Matty and I nutted four or five times together over the weekend!

Oh shit! I gotta stop thinking about Matty and his dick! I’ve got wood showin’ up now! I’m so fucked!

Lunch continued with nothing much exciting happening. The girls were chill about Matty and me, so no one suspected a thing. A couple of the guys from the baseball team came by wondering why I missed practice on Friday, and they seemed to be okay with me telling them I had a family emergency.

So—maybe everybody was right about me worrying too much. Everything was going pretty well until the end of the day.

Donald Harper. Fucking. Donald. Harper. He’s one of the pitchers on the team and a total asshat. We were getting ready for last period. I was about to head into the gym, and Matty was going to go into the theatre for his class. Both departments were in the same part of the building, and we were standing outside the gym doors talking.

So you see, it’s the only time during the day that we get to talk one-on-one without anyone around. I was a total idiot. I quietly told Matty I loved him just as the ass walked by.

Matty’s eyes got huge when Donald stopped in his tracks and turned around.

“I knew it! There was always something weird about the two of you. You’re a couple of faggots!”

Matty stood about three inches taller and stood up to Donald. “What the hell are you talking about, Harper?”

“I heard him, Jordan. I heard your faggot boyfriend tell you he loved you.”

“You didn’t hear shit. You just thought you heard something.”

I started to panic. I wasn’t ready for the whole fucking world to know about me—or us! My eyes started to glisten with tears when Donald started to mimic me in a sissy, sing-song voice.

“I love you, Matty Jordan! I love to suck your dick! I love it when you fuck me! I’m your little faggot boy!”

With all his might, Matty reared back and plowed his balled-up fist into Donald’s gut, knocking him on his ass.

“Jordan! Hamilton! Harper! To the office! Now!”

Fuck me. This was not going to be good. Coach Hicks practically drug the three of us to the principal’s office. Fuuuuuuck, he’s pissed!

I looked over to Matty, and he was fuming. The veins in his neck were bulging, and I swear I saw bolts of lightning coming out of his eyes. But Jesus help me—the look on Donald Harper’s face terrified me. This was a boy who would not let things go—no matter what was about to go down in the office.

The three of us were sitting in the assistant principal's office for about ten minutes when Dad showed up. He didn’t look too happy at all. Monday is his day off, and this is the last place he wanted to be.

About five minutes later, Mr. Harper showed up, and he was super-pissed! Damn, talk about your like-father-like-son thing. Donald was a carbon copy of his dad.

It seemed like forever, but the five of us just kept looking at each other. Coach Hicks and Mr. Wallace just watched us watching each other. All I could think was how this was not how I wanted Dad to find out about Matty and me.

God—high school sucks!