We both continue our study sessions for two weeks in complete silence. It's not an easy task, but we both muddle through it as best as we can. That second Friday, we both had nothing to work on, so I decided to break the silence.

 

"SoÉ what kind of stuff are you interested in?"

Nothing. Nothing but deafening silence.

 

I decided to try again. "UhÉ what kind of music do you like to listen to?"

 

Same treatment. I was starting to get really irritated. I get that he thinks I deceived him or whatever, but it had been two weeks. He should have gotten over it by now. I kept asking him a variety and he dodged every single one. Finally, I got fed up and lashed out.

 

"What the fuck is your problem? Do you really have a reason to be ignoring me like you have been?!" I was seething with anger like when I first lashed out at him in the middle of the classroom. "I'm sorry that I got you in trouble and that you're stuck here with me. However, that does NOT give you the right to be such a pretentious douchebag!"

 

Nothing. He didn't even look at me. I won't lie, that probably pissed me off more than anything else. WHY WAS HE DOING THIS?!

 

I let out a huge "humph" and sat back down and continued working.

 

"My iPod is bipolar. I have a little bit of everything in there, so my musical tastes are not that easily defined. I like Alternative Pop more than any of the others though. There's a YouTube group called Timeflies that I'm particularly fond of."

 

I almost did a double take. Was he really talking? Something that wasn't full of spite or words that weren't dripping with disdain was actually coming from his mouth?

 

"Oh really? What genre are they? Do you have some songs I can hear from them?" I chose each word as carefully as I could so I could try and avoid another feud with him.

 

"Nah, not right now, but maybe some other time."

 

After that it was complete silence. However, I felt a small sense of achievement knowing that I broke through his angry demeanor.

 

We continued this for the next couple of weeks until, finally, our study hall punishment had come to an end.  I had learned a lot about him in the weeks between our first encounter.

 

He loved Pokemon (his favorite is Eevee), he has a love for crime drama TV shows which is something that we both had long conversations about. I learned that he can barely make cereal without burning the house down somehow, and that he's a social media junkie.

 

We never had long meaningful conversations, just snippets of little facts here and there. I honestly didn't mind because I partially felt responsible for his shield he had constructed towards me. I didn't exactly make the best first impression, but I wanted to make up for it now.

 

Football had been going well, but I couldn't get him out of my mind for some reason. I was very distracted during practice and people had started to notice. As captain of the football team, I was responsible for making sure everyone else was in line, but I had to hold myself to a higher standard than the rest of the team. I decided that since our punishment was over, I needed to focus more on football and less on boys.

 

I got home that night and was talking to my parents about everything that had been happening in my life. Not that I was pouring my heart out to them or anything, but I like to keep them updated on my life. We have a very open relationship, and it's something that we all agreed should happen after I came out of the closet. They heard a lot about how kids in the LGBT community bottled things up and eventually committed suicide. After learning all the startling statistics, they decided to be super supportive and listen to everything (even if it was uncomfortable at times) because at the end of the day, they loved me.  I truly have the best family there is.

 

We were on the subject of football because our rival was coming into town and it's always a spectacle because some idiot always makes this rivalry bigger than what it actually should be.

 

"Remember how last year one of their fans ran out into the middle of our field and hit the fifty yard line with a sledgehammer?" asked my dad.

 

Like I said, there are some idiots. We all just laughed and kept the banter up on the other team, and my parents were making sure I was mentally preparing for the game. For some reason, something about playing against Westlake always got me nervous and frazzled. Not this year. I was laser focused and we would beat them.

 

It was getting late so my parents and I decided to bid our farewells and went to our respective rooms.  I was a little bit restless so I decided to quickly rub one out. I grabbed my phone and went to a couple of porn sites. I pulled my shorts down and grabbed my cock and began to play with myself until I was at my full 7".  I began to slowly stroke myself to the video that was playing on the screen and decided to take it a bit further.

 

I quickly put my phone down and used my other hand to get some lube and slowly rub it on my ass. I reached into my nightstand and grabbed my vibrator I had hidden under piles of junk. I slowly rubbed it around my entrance and began to slowly push it in me. I began to moan with pleasure and was gripping my sheets with my free hand. As soon as soon as it filled me up I turned the knob at the base and immediately began to groan with pleasure. The vibrator was pushing right up against my prostate and I felt like I was going to blow a load any second.

 

I turned the vibrations down a little and began to slowly stroke myself. I didn't want to come quick; I wanted to enjoy it as much as I could. I was in complete bliss. I slowly stroked myself for 15 minutes and turned up the vibrations to finish off the night. I quickly stroked myself harder and harder until I felt my orgasm building.

 

"Oh my god, ADDY!" I yelled as I climaxed.

 

Shit. Did I really just do that?

 

Author's Note:

Hey guys! I know, I know, I'm so sorry. Life happened, and I haven't been able to write at all. It's starting to slow down a little, so I hope I can write a lot more for you guys! I was originally going to hold off on this ending until a later chapter, but I feel like I owed you one since I haven't written in a LONG time!

I hope you guys enjoyed the latest chapter of A Step In the Right Direction!

As always, If you have any questions, feel free to email me at landon.a.blake@gmail.com

Best, Landon.