After the Dresses Are Gone

Chapter 3

Yuujirou lay half on Tooru, half on the bed, in shock. He felt Tooru’s arms loosen as his breathing deepened. He whimpered and moaned a little in his sleep, and the sound seemed to go right to Yuujirou’s dick, making it fully hard again. Dammit! But he didn’t want to move because he didn’t want to wake up Tooru. God, if Tooru woke up and did something erotic, oh fuck, he could just say my name, and I’d probably find that erotic, thought Yuujirou. From that first day I met him, I’ve wanted him. He was so adorable and seemed so shy. Shy! He took to being a princess without a shy bone in his body. He has courage and class. And now he knows I’m gay and I want him. Have I lost my friend? Should I lay here and enjoy this because this is it?

No, Tooru isn’t like that. If he decides he doesn’t want this, he’ll distance me like he did Sayaka. Oh, shit! He fled Sayaka—will he just up and flee? But he learned his lesson, didn’t he? He’d learned you have to confront a problem head on sometimes.

Tooru shifted a little under Yuujirou and moaned, distracting him from his thoughts. He carefully eased himself off of his sleeping roommate, worried his weight had caused that moan, not some dream. Cripes, he was smeared with cum and still hard. Yuujirou headed out for the shower to take care of both problems. If he masturbated here in the room, he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t end up waking up Tooru and putting their relationship at even more risk.

It didn’t take long to come in the shower. All he had to do was remember Tooru’s kiss, the feel of thrusting in between Tooru’s legs, and the way Tooru’s hand had found his nipple. God, would he soon be thrusting not just between thighs but deep into Tooru’s virgin ass? Hell, yes! In his mind, he’d take Tooru’s ass cherry a hundred different ways. But in reality—no. Most of the guys here at Fujimori school were virgins, and in fact, most of them had never kissed anyone, let alone slept with them. He had been Tooru’s first kiss, Yuujirou thought with satisfaction.

But that second kiss! Oh god, that had shocked him. It hadn’t seemed the kiss of someone who’d only had one chaste kiss before. It had been the kiss of a lover, of someone full of passion—a kiss of tongues and saliva and, yes, some teeth, too. It wasn’t like Yuujirou was an expert himself, but he’d kissed a couple of people besides Tooru— one girl, two boys. He never had sex, but he certainly had done research on it! Somehow he doubted that Tooru had even watched a porn movie or even looked at a pornographic magazine. God, his face that day he’d caught him masturbating! That was definitely not the look of someone who watched a lot of porn.

Back in their room, Yuujirou once more put up his things quietly. He thought about trying to clean up Tooru, but he didn’t want to confront him about what had happened. God, maybe Tooru would think it was a dream? Yeah, and how to explain that damp pool of cum under his thighs? Would it dry before morning? Yuujirou quietly got in Tooru’s bed and decided to just pretend everything was normal and wait for Tooru to bring it up.


Four days later, Yuujirou went up to the school’s roof alone in despair. Tooru was acting like nothing had happened, like things were normal, but there was a little distance, a little coldness there in their friendship that hadn’t been there before. They’d hardly talked at all aside from talking about homework. God, he was going to have to bring it up himself! But first he had to bring a certain “it” down—why was his penis always poking its head up when he didn’t need to be bothered with sexual thoughts or distractions? Between the air conditioning unit and the stairwell door on the roof was a narrow area. Yuujirou moved into it, sitting down against the wall, undoing his fly, and pulling out his erection. He pulled the large handkerchief out his pocket he was now carrying everywhere “just in case” and wrapped it around his cock. He began moving his hand up and down over the thin cloth, listening carefully for the sound of the door to the roof.

God, what if Tooru found him like this? What would he do? Had he noticed Yuujirou slipping away early from lunch? Would those big blue eyes get even wider, like they had that first day back when Tooru had walked in on him? Oh, god, that face Tooru had made when he looked at my cock—am I crazy to think he likes my cock? And my nipples, he stared at my nipples—and when he pinched them together—oh, god, the feeling of my cock tight between his thighs combined with his fingers tormenting my tits, fuck! Yuujirou moaned and threw his head back, his hand moving fast now, his orgasm close, so close—yeah, yeah, he was inside Tooru, inside that sweet ass of his, with Tooru bucking and moaning his name beneath him, his hand reaching down to that pretty pink cock of his, stroking him, jerking up with each thrust in and down with each pull out. Yeah, in and out, in and out—

“Yuujirou? Yuu—sorry, oh my god, sorry,” came the mortified voice of Akira standing at the opening of the space between the air conditioner and the wall. Yuujirou’s eyes opened, and his head spun around. Dear god, caught in the act by Akira! And now he was still hard, but that orgasm that had been a second away wasn’t going to happen for hours!

“Akira? Is Yuujirou there?”

Tooru! NO! NO! God could not be so cruel!

But there was Tooru, next to Akira, peering around him, his eyes fixating on Yuujirou’s hand on his handkerchief-covered cock, on the damp wetness of the white fabric where it stretched over the leaking tip.

“You slut! You fucking slut!” said Tooru in a shocked, low voice stunning both Akira and Yuujirou. Tooru didn’t curse. He didn’t use words like slut. “Have you jacked off in front of Mikoto, too? You can’t keep it in your pants, can you?”

“Tooru, it’s not like that! It’s your fault I’m up here where anyone can find me anyway!” protested Yuujirou, his hand dropping his cock and gesturing, letting the handkerchief flutter to the ground.

“No!” cried Tooru, covering Akira’s eyes.

“Please believe me, Tooru!”

“Cover yourself, now!” ordered Tooru.

“Please, Tooru, let me go and block the staircase. Let me go now before anyone else comes up here,” said Akira, turning his body and face into Tooru, away from Yuujirou.

Yuujirou’s heart started beating wildly at the thought of being alone with Tooru—alone with, please God, a jealous Tooru! His cock twitched as he held his hands out towards Tooru in a pleading gesture.

“Thank you, Akira,” said Tooru, letting go of the green-haired teen.

And the second he vanished from their sight, Yuujirou was moving towards Tooru, his hands grabbing Tooru’s arms, whispering, “Tooru, god, please, Tooru, I only want you, I can’t stop remembering what happened. I love you!“

Oh, god, he’d said it, he’d just come out and said it!

“Oh, Yuujirou,” sighed Tooru, a sad sigh, not a sigh of pleasure.

And that was when Yuujirou’s cock softened dramatically, his shoulders slumped, and he turned away from Tooru, blinking, trying not to cry. He never cried!

“I don’t know if I love you that way,” said Tooru slowly, giving Yuujirou hope. “I love you as a friend; I’ll always love you that way. But, I can’t forget either. I get hard thinking about you, and I—I don’t want you to love anyone else that way, I don’t want anyone else but me looking at your, ah, ah—”

“Cock? Dick? Rod of love?” asked Yuuijirou, turning around, his gold eyes still a little bright from unshed tears, but now flirtatious and teasing. “Why don’t you give this body part that only you will get to see a name, Tooru? Do you like looking at how hard you get me? Look, look, how much you excite me,” urged Yuujirou, making Tooru turn bright red and start to tremble.

“Yuujirou, stop it! Akira can’t keep everyone away for ever, and we have class in like ten minutes.”

Tooru was starting to sound angry, but he had a point. “Can I masturbate this afternoon in our room, Tooru? If you let me, I can endure being hard until then.”

Tooru’s eyes widened, and his mouth feel open. “You’re going to go to class like this?” he asked astounded. “With your—with it like that?”

“Yeah, I’m going to sit next to you with this under my jacket for the next few hours, Tooru, then we can go to our room, and you can watch me take care of it. Or I can do it right now, would you like that?”

To Yuujirou’s shock, Tooru reached down and grabbed his cock and began pushing it back into his underwear. “No! I don’t want you making those noises when Akira could hear you! And the cum—what are you going to do with that? God, you are a slut to want to get off in a public place like this! Or maybe it’s just this is a slut, a princess of sluts that needs to be put in her place.” And Tooru, gentle Tooru, pinched Yuujirou’s penis sharply, making him jerk with pain and pull his body back, stunned.

“Finish dressing!” snapped Tooru. “Princess Slut better not show her head outside of our room again, or she’ll get worse.”

Yuujirou was speechless. But his newly named cock, Princess Slut, was harder than ever, and the fading pain from Tooru’s pinch felt bizarrely good. Quickly Yuujirou buttoned his jacket, stuffed his handkerchief into his pants, and let Tooru lead him down the stairs. He wasn’t the type to be rendered speechless, but what had just happened wasn’t making sense. It seemed just seconds before they reached Akiro and Mikoto, and Yuujirou still couldn’t act normal. Visions of Tooru in leather, something he’d never imagined before, were flooding his mind. Fortunately this year’s princesses were in the hallways of the school, distracting everyone with their newest outfits. As they sat in history class waiting for their teacher, the new dresses were subject of discussion. Neither Tooru or Yuujirou had anything to contribute, despite their classmates’ efforts to bring them in the conversation. They had other things on their minds.