I can't help but look over at him, no matter how much I know I shouldn’t. He is, as always, sucking on a lollipop. His cheeks hollow out as he sucks it, his tongue swirling around it, and I have to keep down the moan that is about to escape my lips. Why does he have to do this in school, here, in front of me!? Why?

This is just fucking torture; I have to endure it everyday. He's a fucking tease and he doesn’t even know it.

The teacher walks in and sits down at his desk, looking around and taking roll call. He gets to me and, not trusting my voice, I just raise my hand.

My eyes dart back over to him; well...his mouth anyway. He's a very good-looking boy, I have to give him that. But that mouth...he's always sucking on a lollipop...

I can't help but think how good it would feel to have his mouth wrapped around my-

NO! Not here. Not in Spanish class for God’s sake. I attempt to turn my head and pay attention, but I hear his little noises, the ones that indicate that he's sucking hard on his lollipop. My eyes quickly look over, and I see him pop it out of his mouth, then go back to sucking on his treat.

I give a quiet shaky breath, and look down at the paper that I had done for homework. But I can't read the words; my mind is too busy thinking of other things...much better things.

We are watching a movie today, I can't even remember which one it is. Not like I care, I’m only watching him to see him take the lollipop out of his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and plunging it back into that sexy mouth of his.

I close my eyes for a brief second, trying to control the thoughts running through my head and trying to control the tight straining in my pants. Watching him isn't helping, seeing as he is the cause of my problems.

I take a breath and look at the clock; almost time for the bell to ring... where did the time go!?

Oh well; it's Friday, thank God for the weekend. I won't have to take this torture for the next two days...but when Monday rolls in it’ll just start over again.

The bell rings and I see him push the lollipop over to the side of his mouth and pick up his books, carelessly holding them by his side.

I collect my things quickly and practically run to my locker, getting my purple backpack and shoving my things in viciously.

I walk out of the school, my eyes squinting as the bright glare of sunshine hits my eyes. I tilt my head down, looking at my feet as I walk over to my car.

I dig around in my pocket for my keys. When I have it in my hand, I look up and see Spencer, the lollipop sucker, leaning against my truck. I jump; his sudden appearance startling me. I look him up and down, realizing that he’s wearing his tight jeans and a black "you got game" shirt. And, of course, he's sucking on a damn lollipop.

I make it look as if it doesn't matter that he's there and I go to unlock my truck.

"Hey," he says, trying to start a conversation.

All I can think right now is Why is he talking to me?

After a couple minutes of silence and me throwing my books into the back seat, I say; "If you keep eating those things, your not going to have any teeth left." I try to make it sound like him sucking on them really makes no difference to me. But really; that’s a lie, ‘cause he looks so damn hot when he's twirling that lollipop in his mouth.

He smirks, but doesn’t say anything else.

I hop into the car, hoping that will give him the hint that I want him to leave.

He and I don't exactly hang out a lot, so I’m not sure why he's even talking to me. I see him walk away, but then he turns and starts going over to the passenger side, and he hops in as well.

"What do you think your doing?" I ask, trying not to let my face show the emotions I’m feeling right now.

He's in my car... and he looks so damn sexy, his arm lazily draped over the back of the seat.

"I want a ride," he states, looking out the window, still sucking on the fucking damn lucky lollipop.

"Go find one then… from someone else." I’m not in the mood to see him do that... all the way to where ever he wants to go.

"No one else can," he say, looking at me.

"What makes you think I can?" I ask, and start up the truck.

He sighs. "Please? Just over to the gas station?"

He pouts at me; of course it's a bit deformed from the stick hanging out of his mouth. But I can't help it; I cave anyway.

"Alright, its not that far," I say, while backing up and driving out of the school parking lot.

I turn on the radio and turn it to the rock channel, but keeping it low enough so it doesn’t annoy Spencer. I don’t even know what kind of music he likes.

We talk a lot over the way; just this and that. I find out he's a big rock fan, and loves playing guitar.

I pull up to the gas station and he tells me to go around back.

"Umm...why?" I ask. He just tells me to do it, so I shrug, pull into the back and park, turning off the engine.

We don’t say anything, and I'm waiting for him to get out, when I see him turn to me with a funny look in his eye.

"I see you looking at me," he says quietly.

I gulp.

"W-what are you talking about?" I ask nervously.

"I see the looks you give me, Vince," he says, coming closer to my face.

"I see the way...this-" he swirls his tongue around the lollipop, "-gets to you."

I can tell my face is red and my breathing speeds up.

"I-I don’t know what you’re talking about..." I try to sound convincing, but he comes closer, still, and I feel his breath on my ear and the stick of the lollipop poking at the side of my head.

"Do you want to know what it feels like?" he asks breathlessly in my ear, which sounds like heaven to me.

I don’t respond as I try to figure out what he means... he can't mean what I think he does, surely.

Before I know it, the lollipop is out of his mouth and on the floor of my truck, as his lips envelope mine in all their sweetness.

"Do you want to know...what its like...for my mouth to be around your thick cock?" he whispers, licking my ear.

I cant help it; it escapes before I have time to catch it; a deep, throaty moan.

"I’ll take that as a yes." he murmurs, chuckling, and slowly moves down. He pushes up my shirt a bit, exposing skin and biting at it lightly.

I groan and my eyes flutter. I can't believe this is happening.

He unsnaps my button and I hear my zipper being pulled down slowly with his teeth.

We are in such a weird position that he cant get my pants down, so he moves and I can sit across the seats.

He shoves my pants down and presses his hand down on my straining erection.

I moan and my head collides with the window, I let out a small curse, but he keeps going. The pleasure definitly overrides the pain.

He slowly pulls down my green boxers, and I make a whimpering noise as the material skims across the head of my dick. He makes me spread my legs a bit and he kind of lies between them (as much as possible in this tiny truck, anyway).

He looks up at me and I nod. He smirks and quickly takes the head of my erection into his mouth; I let out a startled gasp. My hand reaches out and tightens around the steering wheel, the other in his silky brown hair.

He rolls his tongue around and sucks, his cheeks hollowing out. If I had been thinking probably, I would have laughed at the irony. He's doing the same thing he did on that fucking lollipop.

I groan and hate that I can feel my release coming. But at the same time, wanting to feel the raw pleasure.

He strokes the base of my cock with his hand and pushes his tongue up, and that’s when I cry out.

Stars shoot underneath my closed eyelids; my gut tightening in release, I pant out his name and come.

He moves up to lie on my chest, and I feel his erection against my stomach.

"You want me to help you with that?" I ask, eyes still closed, trying to catch my breath.

"Its ok; you rest," he says, laughing.

A second later he kisses me, and I taste myself on his lips.

"See, there is an advantage to always eating lollipops."