High School Jock And Gay Nerd Pt 1

I hadn’t fingered myself before, just maybe a tiny bit, just enough to know that it turned me on to dangerous levels — so I avoided it.
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–Jake–
The clock read 8:47.
What the hell, I thought. It was Sunday, or at least I was fairly sure it was Sunday, and someone was fumbling around my room in the semi-dark of the early morning. Before I could even start to think who was in my room, normally kept locked, an unforgiving blast of sunlight interrupted my barely coherent thoughts and I cursed.
“Fuck! Close the goddamn blinds!”
“Devlin! I will not have you speaking to me like that! Now I wouldn’t have to do this if you’d just set your alarm. You know we have church at nine!”
Well shit. This was a fucked up dream. Several things were seriously wrong with it. For one, my name isn’t Devlin. It’s Jake. And although I had no idea who the fuck this miffed, prissy lady was yelling at me, the mentioning of church was so strange that I couldn’t even register her. So I rolled over and squeezed my eyes shut figuring I’d wake up in a few dream-minutes totally freaked out.
The lady didn’t leave.
“Don’t pretend not to hear me,” she shouted grabbing the pillow I had just yanked over my head. “I want you ready and down stairs in five minutes, mister!” The door slammed. Eyes squeezed tight, I listened as the clacking sound of her shoes faded from earshot.
I sat up, only to find I wasn’t in my room. And, at this point I kind of started freaking out. It was Sunday, nearly nine o’clock in the morning and I had no idea where I was or what was going on. So yeah, I’d been drinking last night, but it couldn’t have been that much....