"Hey, bro?" Kenji says, sitting on the roof with me.
 
"Yeah?"
 
"Thanks." He takes off his glasses and rests his head on his arms.
 
I nod and lean back against the wall. "You know, I always thought you were just some crazy dude ranting about conspiracy theories. I didn't know the truth behind them."
 
"Yeah," Kenji says, rubbing his eyes. "It's easier to just be the crazy guy no one listens to than have to face the truth, I guess." He lowers his hand from his face and looks up at me. "Thanks."
 
I feel my heart skip a beat. Kenji's eyes are two of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. I gulp nervously and look away, trying to hide my troubled feelings behind a laconic expression.
 
"You know," Kenji says, softly. "If you were gay like me, I think we'd be perfect for each other." He chuckles nervously. "Too bad you're straight, huh?"
 
". . . I might be willing to make a change. For you," I admit.
 
Kenji's hand freezes, holding his glasses, as if this were the last thing he ever expected to hear from me. His blase attitude suddenly turns into terror.
 
It's now or never.
 
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I reach down and lift his chin in my hand, tilting it up towards me. I lean down and kiss him gently on the lips.
 
It's my first kiss, and it's with a guy. This should feel strange, but it doesn't. It feels right.
 
Kenji's not only my newest friend, he's my best friend. He's helped me through this time of troubles, and he's given me new hope on life. I've seen him in the best of times and the worst of times. He's sacrificed a lot to help me through this, and I've got nothing to give him back.
 
Except maybe this.
 
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The birds are singing overhead as we drop to the gravel together, kissing desperately, breaths intermingling. My heartbeat is loud in my ears as I feel my arousal start to overtake me.
 
We separate and gaze into each others' eyes with a mixture of love and confusion.
 
"So. Um. What do we do next, Hisao?" Kenji asks.
 
"I guess. . . am I supposed to put it in your butt?"
 
". . . Hisao, I'm not doing that without a bunch of lube," Kenji points out. "First-timers always screw it up, and I want you to enjoy it."
 
"Good point."
 
"Still, no reason why we can't have some fun," Kenji says. "Take off your pants."
 
"What."
 
"Just do it, bro. And consider yourself lucky. I usually don't do this until the third date."
 
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I unzip my pants, and Kenji reaches into them. He pulls my cock out, through the slit in my boxers, and begins stroking up and down, slowly.
 
I can't help but gasp in pleasure. It's not like this is the first time I've ever felt something like this, but usually, it's my own hands doing it. . . and Kenji's way better at it than I am. He's doing this thing with running the palm of his hand over the tip that makes me shudder uncontrollably as tingly waves of pleasure run up my spine.
 
Just as I feel like I'm about to go mad from the sensation, I feel a pair of warm, wet lips wrap around my shaft.
 
I look down and see him looking up into my eyes, his shadowed eyes bearing a look of both concern and comfort.
 
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Kenji's technique is incredible. He does things with his tongue to me that make me feel like the word is on fire. A couple of times, he takes me all the way in, wrapping his lips around the base of my shaft so that the tip actually goes into his throat. He gasps for breath as he comes back up, then goes right back to it.
 
Before I know it, I'm over the edge, spewing my hot seed into the back of his throat. Kenji takes a moment to let me finish, then slowly rises back up, letting his lips run over every bit of my length. He puts a hand to his mouth and swallows, smiling.
 
"Always tastes like crap," he quips. "But it's worth it to see the look on your face."
 
"I just feel bad that I can't do the same back for you," I sigh.
 
"Don't worry about it," Kenji says. "You'll have plenty of chances in the future."
 
"Aww!" someone complains. "I wanted to see more."
 
A chill runs down my spine.
 
Kenji and I turn just in time to see Misha's pink hair duck behind the corner.
 
"DAMN IT, MIKADO!" Kenji shouts. "YOU WERE SPYING ON US!"
 
"It wasn't my idea!" Misha exclaims. "Shicchan put me up to it!"
 
"Oh, hell no! The student council president too!"
 
Shizune emerges from behind the corner, her face flushed red. I think I see something wet and glistening run down her thigh as she signs rapidly at us.
 
" 'Don't blame us! We didn't take pictures, not like Ibarazaki!' "Misha interprets. "Wait, Ibarazaki?"
 
"Damn!" Emi shouts. "Run for it, Rin!" I hear the sound of her metal legs moving against the gravel as she and Rin bound out from behind one of the air conditioning units and runs for the door.
 
She immediately collides with a tall blonde woman with empty blue eyes. . . who was huddling in the doorway with a scarred young woman with dark purple hair.
 
"Oh dear, Hanako. It seems we've been caught!" Lilly says. "Put your panties back on!"
 
"H-h-h-hisao!" Hanako gasps. "It's not what you think."
 
I hear a low, dangerous noise coming from behind me. . . as Kenji rises to his feet, his eyes blazing with anger.
 
"FUCKING FEMINISTS!"