I first laid eyes on Chance Kramer on the first day back to school after Christmas break. All I can say about him is, wow! Hot! He must be new because I didn't recognize him, and I know all the kids in school. After all, there's only about a hundred and twenty of us, more or less.
My friend Leslie had just entered the building and we were walking toward our lockers when he came around the corner from the opposite direction.
Leslie is one of my best friends, and although she happens to be a girl, she is not my girlfriend. She's just not my type. My type is around six feet tall, with a hard body, hard abs and a nice bubble butt. And a six-inch cock! Or just a cock in general, since very few teenage boys are that well hung. At least not that I've observed any way, and I have seen a few in the locker room and showers.
It wasn't that I didn't find girls attractive; I thought many girls were beautiful or sexy, but the idea of having sex with them just didn't work for me.
We both stared at him as he walked by, and then we both turned our heads to check out his butt as he passed.
He was kind of a nerdy looking guy with glasses, but what a butt! Jesus! I found myself staring at it as he walked away from us.
"Nice butt," she said, looking at me and smiling. "And he's very cute as well."
"No doubt," I said. "He does have a nice ass, and what looks like a nice body. I'd go out with him in a second."
"I'm sure you would," she agreed, looking at me and smiling. "And no doubt you'd drop to your knees in a second as well."
"Of course," I said, laughing. "That's just a given whenever I see a hot guy."
Although I've never actually came out at school, most of my friends know that I'm gay, but don't give a damn. And in spite of what you may be thinking right now, I've never actually been with a guy. Not in real life anyway, although I have been with dozens in my fantasies. Yes, I'm a total fucking virgin, although I don't want something like that to get around. Something like that would be the death of a fifteen-year-old high school boy, or something worse, although I have little doubt that the rest of my friends are in the same situation as I am. You'll never get them to admit it, however, every single one of them has fucked multiple girls on multiple occasions. And if you believe that bullshit, well…
"I wonder if he likes girls," she said.
"How would I know," I answered back. "We don't even know the guy's name, let alone anything about him. But I would say the odds are that he probably does. Most guys do, the poor delusional perverts."
We both laughed at that.
"I'm going to try and find out," she announced.
"You and every other girl in school, Leslie," I said, rolling my eyes. "I'll see what I can find out for you and let you know."
"Thank you, Cody. Now, we need to get to class. We don't want to be late our first day back."
Just as we parted and I turned to go toward my first class, the new boy walked up to me.
"Hey… Could you tell me where Mr. Roark's first period English class is?"
I looked at him and said, "cool, you have him first period. So do I…"
"Oh, sorry," he said. "Chance Kramer."
"Nice to meet you, Chance," I said. "I'm Cody Jacobsen. Just follow me. You must be new in school. I don't recall seeing you before."
"We just moved here over the Christmas break," he said. "We lived in North Carolina before dad retired from the Army. He's from here originally."
"That's cool," I said. "I bet this is quite a change for you."
"It is, but I'll adjust soon enough," he said. "This is not the first time I've come to a new school, but it should be the last."
I led him through the hallway. Now that I had a better chance to look at him, I can see he's ever bit as cute as my first impression. He is a bit of a geek, but then so am I. Those glasses he wears only highlight his brown eyes, and his light brown hair hangs down just over his ears. And he looks like he works out as well, at least from what I can tell. It is January after all, and he's wearing a heavy coat so I can't really see much. But it stands to reason that the son of an army man would be in at least somewhat decent shape.
I noticed several girls admiring him as we walked past and no doubt a few boys probably did as well, most of them because they saw him as a potential rival for the girls, although I'm sure a few of the boys also were looking because he was so good looking. After all, I'm not the only gay boy here in school. I'm friends with two of them, two seniors named Jared and Blake, but unfortunately, they're dating each other, so I'm by myself. For the time being anyway.
I'd never been so happy to go to class. Now that Chance would be there, I thought I might even start to like English. Yeah, right! I did like writing, at least somewhat, but I didn't give a damn about English class. I mean, who'd ever going to diagram a sentence in real life? I don't see why it mattered that I know all about verbs, adjectives, pronouns, and all that other crap. I mean, I already know how to use the words. I can speak and write quite well without knowing any of that. Notice that I said, 'speak and write well,' not, 'speak and write good.' See what I mean? I don't need that shit! Maybe English was boring to me because it came so easily. I seemed to instinctively know all about it. There was no challenge. I wasn't the best at spelling, but that's what spellcheck is for, right?
Literature is another class I didn't care for all that much. I mean, who the hell wants to read something written hundreds of years ago by someone no one's ever heard of. Most of that shit has nothing to do with modern life. I like reading, but I prefer to read something actually written in the twenty first century, something that I can understand and enjoy.
Anyway, English was a chance to spend time with Chance and get to know him a little, so at last it had a useful purpose.
Mr. Roark started class before I had a chance to talk to him, but I was hyped at the possibilities. I was so happy, even Mr. Roark's boring monotone lecture on the proper use of preposition didn't bring me down. I fidgeted the entire period and couldn't keep from tapping my fingers on my desk. Mr. Roark occasionally glared at me for that, but I just couldn't help it.
I knew nothing about this boy, but I was excited at the possibilities, however remote, of him becoming my boyfriend. Crazy right? Probably, but I just couldn't seem to control my thoughts. I still had wicked thoughts about him for a few moments before I remembered I had to control myself. I tried not to stare at his lips or think about how much I wanted to kiss him. A part of me wanted to lean over and kiss him right then and there, but I controlled myself.
He gazed at me as if he knew what I was thinking, but said nothing. I hope I wasn't being too obvious.
Just then the bell rang, signaling the end of first period, so we stood up and departed. He walked in front of me on the way out, giving me another opportunity to check out his butt. He had the hottest ass.
Unfortunately, English was the only class I had with Chance in the morning. I showed him to his second period history class while I went to science class. I'm hoping we share at least one class together after lunch.
Speaking of lunch, I can't wait to tell Leslie what I've found out, which isn't much, I admit, but we'll get more information as time goes on.
I met up with Leslie outside the lunchroom and we walked in together. I smiled at her and she smiled back.
"I found out a little about our boy," I started to tell her, but she cut me off.
"His name is Chance, and he just moved here from North Carolina," she said.
My mouth dropped open as I looked at her. "How did you find that out?" I asked.
"He's in two of my classes," she replied. "I was able to talk to him briefly. I can already tell he's going to be popular. Several girls talked to him actually, and he really seemed into them."
"Damn," I said.
"Sorry, Cody, but I think you're out of luck," she said. "I may be out of luck as well, but we'll see. Now, let's get something to eat. I'm starving."
We quickly grabbed a tray and got out food, before making our way over to our usual table. We passed by the jock table, before finally sitting down with our friends at the so-called nerd table. I didn't fit into any particular category at school, but if the truth be told, I'm more of a nerd than anything. I'm certainly no jock, unless you want to consider running track in the spring as being a jock. I suppose it is, but on the very edge of jockdom.
There were an equal number of boys and girls in our little group, and I knew some of the girls were after me. They flirted with me like crazy sometimes. But, of course, I wasn't interested and they knew it. Like I said earlier, I'm not officially out as being gay, but it's really no big secret. It's not that I don't like girls. I enjoyed their company, but I sure didn't want to date them. I think it was sort of a game to them, see if they could convert the gay boy or something. Fat chance!
Just as we sat down, Leslie noticed Chance looking around, no doubt wondering where he should sit for lunch. She immediately jumped up and went over to him, leading him back to our table. She seemed to really like him, but then all the girls did. They were certainly flirting up a storm with him. Who could blame them? He was down right cute with his angelic face and gorgeous brown hair. His firm, well formed body didn't hurt matters either. He was more slim and firm than muscular, but he was nice looking. He had the most luscious lips. I so wanted to kiss him. I wouldn't have changed a thing about him if I could.
Leslie, who's very cute by the way, even if she is a girl, was really giving him the eye and flirting up a storm. Her eyes met his with the same admiration that I knew showed in my own eyes. He could certainly do a lot worse than her, but I still hoped he would turn out to be gay.
Chance was good natured with everyone. He joked around with the guys, and he also flirted with the girls just enough to get their hopes up. It gave me a warm feeling to see that he cared enough to spare the feelings of the girls. I mean, as cute as he was, he could've teased them mercilessly. I knew some straight guys did that. They knew some of the less attractive girls had it for them bad. They flirted with them, pretended to be interested in them, built their hopes up… then dumped on them. They thought it was funny. I thought it was cruel. I'm sure there are probably gay boys out there who act the same way. Some gay guys can be just as big of assholes as non-gay guys.
I didn't think that Chance was the kind of guy who would do something like that, but then I really don't know anything about him. I mean, who knows, underneath that cute smiling face he could be a total asshole. I certainly hope not, but one never knows.
He played plenty of attention to me and the other guys as well. I learned he had been a soccer player at his previous school, but Chouteau doesn't have a soccer team, so that didn't matter. He might run track this spring, or maybe go out for the football team in the fall.
I noticed that Chad Horner, another of my classmates, kept looking at Chance as we sat there talking and eating. He would look at Chance, then over at me, smiling at both of us. I didn't really think that much about it. Chad was one of my friends, but we didn't really hang out or anything like that. He was cute, and I suppose I have probably thought about him a few times, but that's all. I didn't really consider him boyfriend material, even if he happened to be gay, which he's not. As far as I know anyway.
Before we knew it, lunch was over and it was time to go back to class. If only my classes would go as fast as lunch seemed to. Why does something I enjoy, such as spending time with my friends, seem to go so fast, while time seems to slow to a crawl when I'm doing something like class work? One of the mysteries of the universe I suppose.
"Hey, Cody," I heard. I looked up and saw that it was Chance. "If you have time, can you show me how to get to the gym? My next class is Phys Ed, but I'm not sure where to go."
I smiled at that.
"I'll be happy to, Chance," I said. "That happens to be my next class as well. Just come with me."
I led him through the hallway and outside the main building, toward the gym. God, I can't wait to see this boy in the locker room, I thought. I had to stop at my car first to get my gym clothes, and he grabbed his clothes from his car as well, before we walked into the gym and into the locker room.
"Just find an empty locker somewhere," I told him, and I pointed to one three lockers down from me. I noticed that Chad was also right across from us, but didn't really think much about it.
I quickly sat down, removed my shoes and then unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, pulling them off, and stuffing them into my locker. I did the same with my shirt. I looked over at Chance and saw him doing the same. I had my first look at his body, and I wasn't disappointed. He wasn't quite as muscular as I had hoped, but he still had a nice build. Nothing to be ashamed of, that's for sure. Like I have any room to talk! I'm not overly muscular myself, and I certainly don't have the body of a jock, but I like the way I look.
I glanced across the room and noticed that Chad was also looking at both Chance and me, but he seemed to be looking at me more than Chance. He was also standing there in just his boxers and no shirt. Not bad, I said to myself. To bad he's straight.
He ran his eyes from my face, to my chest, then to my crotch. He did it all in a sort of slow-motion pan. Whoa, what was that all about I wondered? Was it my imagination or not?
As I watched, Chad dropped his boxers, standing in front of me completely butt ass naked. He looked at me again, grinned, then bent over and dug around in his locker for several seconds, before finally pulling his jock strap out. He slipped it on, kept looking over at me and smiling, then pulled on his shorts and finally his t-shirt.
I quickly dropped my boxers as well, looked over at Chad and then at Chance, turned so they could both get a good look at my butt, then turned around to give them a look at my cock as well. I could feel myself starting to get aroused, so I quickly pulled on my own jock strap and shorts.
Chance was also standing there completely naked, and I must say, the boy is nice. He has a nice sized cock, about average for a sixteen-year-old boy I suppose, but his ass. Jesus! His ass was a thing of beauty, meant to be worshiped, which I wanted so badly to do at that moment.
He noticed me looking at him, but he didn't try to cover himself or seem to care if I looked. I tried not to stare, but I don't think I was entirely successful.
I've got to figure out some way to find out if he happens to be gay. Probably not, but hey, a boy can fantasize right. I know I just can't come out and ask him, but there has to be a way that I can find out. I just have to figure out how.
Gym class ended after about thirty minutes, and let's just say that the showers afterward were very… stimulating. I was able to get a better look at Chance, as well as Chad and the other guys. This was always my favorite part of the day. For the first time, I noticed that Chad seemed to like looking around as much as me. I always assumed that he was straight, but now I wasn't so sure. He's really not a bad looking guy, and I would go out with him if the opportunity was ever there. Who am I kidding? I'd drop to my knees in a second if I had the opportunity, with not only Chance and Chad, but several of the other guys as well. I'm still a virgin as I've already explained, but it would be very easy to become a slut if I was to allow myself to become one. But that's not what I wanted. Sure, I wanted to experience several different guys, but I'd like to eventually meet someone who I could date exclusively. I guess we'll see what happens.
I felt like I'd walked into a porn film when I was standing there in the shower. I was completely surrounded by wet, naked boys, most of them very hot. It seriously looked like the beginning of an orgy scene, but of course, nothing sexual happened. Part of me wished it had, but that was just me fantasizing.
I managed to make it through the showers and made it back to the locker room without outing myself, but I was extremely horny. I was ready to go into one of the stalls and jerk off, but I didn't. I quickly got dressed before I changed my mind.
My nuts ached and I was partially hard, but I mostly had things under control as I walked out of the locker room and headed to my next class. I couldn't completely dismiss the physical state of my body, but I could control myself, mostly. I just had to focus on my classes, which is a good way to kill a boner.
My next class after gym was history. Unlike English, I really kind of like history. I think I like history the most, probably because Mr. Brooks wasn't big on names and dates. He told us back in August that he didn't think exact dates were important.
"One can always look that up," he said.
Instead, he focused on the events themselves, how they came about, and how those events changed history. We spent a good deal of time on people, too, not just the famous, but the ordinary people of Ancient Greece, Rome and other civilizations. He made history into a story, which is what it should be. Far too many of my teachers reduced exciting times and places to dry, dull facts.
It's fun to imagine that I'm in some other time, in a different place. But then again, when I read about how gay people were treated in the past, I'm not so sure. Despite some of the problems we still have today, things are definitely a lot better than they were.
He was no pushover, however, and his tests were mostly essay. Each test also had a section where one had to put key events in chronological order. While he taught us that remembering exact dates wasn't important, it was important to understand that Julius Caesar ruled Rome before Augustus and so on. He was a popular teacher despite the difficulty of his tests.
I found it hard to concentrate on class as I sat there. My mind kept drifting back to Chance and what I had seen in the locker room earlier. I could feel myself becoming aroused again as I sat there, never a good thing to happen to a guy in the middle of a school day.
I also shared the class with Chad. I kept thinking about him, and how he kept looking over at me as well. I had known him forever, well at least since we had started school over ten years ago. We weren't really friends, in the sense that we hung out together or anything like that, but we did talk to each other and he was in my group of friends at school.
Until today, I had never really realized how cute Chad actually was, with his unruly black hair, a cute tanned face, dreamy brown eyes, and a nice body. I suppose I had noticed before but just never considered the possibilities. I guess I just always assumed that he was straight, but then again, most people might assume I'm straight as well, until they got to know me a little better.
I guess I must have sex and cute boys on my mind, which would explain my hardon, but I can't help it. My dick seems to have a mind of it's own at times. Everyone who's ever been a teenage boy understands this.
My mind kept coming back to Chance however, and how I could maybe figure out if he was gay and might be interested in going out with me. I suppose I could just ask him, but that just seems wrong in so many ways. Maybe he is and he doesn't want anyone to know just yet. This is his first day at a new school after all, and he probably needs and wants to figure out how things will be. After all, most schools are at least somewhat homophobic, some worse that others, and he needs to figure things out for himself.
Chouteau High isn't as homophobic as you might expect from a small rural town in southeast Kansas, but we do have the occasional incident. From what I've been told, and have heard over the last two or three years, it wasn't always like this. A couple of students have killed themselves in the past, and there were even a couple of murders in the past, as well as several beatings and other sorts of violence against gay students, before the people in the town and the school finally woke up to what was actually going on. I don't really know any details, only rumors, but it seems likely.
I'm not saying it's completely safe to be gay here in Chouteau, but it's a lot safer than a lot of other places.
As I was sitting there thinking about all this, an idea suddenly popped into my mind out of nowhere, an idea about how I could maybe find out about Chance. It was kind of risky I suppose, but what is life without risk. I could wonder about the possibilities or take a chance. I decided to take a chance.
I flipped to a blank page in my notebook and tore off a piece of paper. I could probably have been a little neater I suppose, but I just tore a corner off before I could talk myself out of doing what I was about to do.
I quickly wrote down, 'hey, if you're not gay, my friend thinks you're cute. Here's her number. 620-555-7235. If you are gay, here's mine. 620-555-6498.'
I folded the paper up and slipped it into my pocket. It was my intention to slip it into Chance's locker at the first opportunity. I didn't know which locker was his, but it shouldn't be that difficult to find. There aren't that many after all, and they're all located in the same hallway together. I just had to keep my eyes open and try not to be obvious about what I was doing.
The opportunity actually came right after my history class. As soon as class was dismissed, I walked to my locker and saw Chance walking ahead of me. I couldn't help but admire his butt as he walked down the hallway. I stopped at my locker and watched as he opened his locker, which was right across the hallway from mine. Locker number 138.
I pretended to search for the book for my next lass until the bell rang and everyone took off for their next class. I looked around nervously, making sure no one could see me, then quicky stepped over, pulled the paper from my pocket, then slipped it through one of the slots in the door. I looked around again to make sure no one had saw me, then proceeded to my next class. I was about thirty seconds late, but the teacher never said anything as I slid into my seat.
Now, all I had to do is wait and see what happened. Hopefully I didn't fuck things up for either Leslie or myself.
As soon as class was over, I headed back toward my locker to get everything I needed to take home for tonight's homework. As soon as I arrived at my locker, I noticed that Chance had already opened his and the first thing he noticed was the note laying there on top of all his other books and everything. He pulled it out, quickly read it, looked around, and read it again, before putting it in his pocket and gathering his books.
Well, at least I know he got it, I thought. I'll just have to keep my fingers crossed. I watched as he disappeared out the door, no doubt on his way home.
I looked up and saw Leslie, and my best friend Mark, walking toward me. You already know who Leslie is, but Mark and I have been friends since our first day of school, way back when we were just five years old. We met that first day and just sort of stuck together ever since. He is a very nice-looking boy with reddish brown hair and green eyes. He's the only person, other than Leslie, that know that I'm gay, at least officially that is. Others know, or at least suspect, but those two are the only ones I've actually came out to.
When I had first told Mark, he just smiled at me, and said that he had always known, but didn't care. He did, however, point out that he liked girls and so I could forget anything happening between us. Like that would ever happen. He's too good of a friend to ever even think about something like that. I don't suppose I'd turn him down if I ever had the opportunity, but that will never happen. And I'm okay with that.
Mark is forever trying to find himself a girlfriend, but he's too shy to ask any of them out. Kind of like me I guess, only I'm always too scared to ask another boy out. I know there have to be other gay boys in this school, other than Jared and Blake, who are already dating, but I always hesitate when it comes to that.
"So, how was your first day back at school?" he asked as he approached.
"Nothing special," I said.
"Nothing special," Leslie said. "You got to see me again, and listen to my charming voice."
"Like I said," I laughed, "nothing special. How about you, Mark?"
"About the same," he answered. "Did you guys see that new kid?"
Leslie and I looked at each other, then at Mark, and answered yes at the same time.
"He's a nice-looking guy," he said, looking first at me and then at Leslie. "I bet you'd both like to go out with him. Or in your case, Cody, you'd probably just like to fuck him. Don't lie to me. You know you would."
I could feel my face turning red. My best friend knew me too well.
"Of course, I would," I said, looking back at him, "but that's not going to happen. Unfortunately."
He smiled and busted out laughing.
"What about me?" Leslie said. "I'd like to do him as well."
"I saw him naked in the locker room today," I said to her, looking at her and giggling.
Mark wasn't very thrilled with that, but that caught her attention, as I knew it would.
"Details, details," she giggled. "How hung is he? Does his butt look as good as I think it does?"
"Better," I said. "He has a nice round butt, and he's sporting what I would say is a five-inch cock. More or less."
"More is always better," she said.
"Hey, straight boy here," Mark announced, but I could tell he was trying not to giggle himself. "Too much information."
We continued talking and laughing as we walked toward our cars. Just as Leslie reached her car, I heard her phone ring. She pulled it out, looked at the screen, and then looked over at me.
"I don't recognize the number," she said, "but it says it's from North Carolina. Should I answer it?"
I remembered that Chance had said that he was from North Carolina, and wondered if it might be him.
"Go ahead," I said. "I think I might know who it's from."
"Who?" she asked.
"Just answer it," I said. "I'll tell you later."
By now Mark had reached his car and said goodbye, before driving home. I'll see him again tomorrow. Right now, I was anxious to find out who was calling Leslie. I had a feeling one of us was going to be very happy soon, and the other was going to be very unhappy. I hated to see her disappointed, but I really hoped that Chance turned out to be gay and would be calling me soon.
"Hello," she said. "Oh, hi, Chance. How did you get my number?"
I could only hear her side of the conversation, but from the smile on her face, I knew she was excited.
"That little shit!" she said, looking right at me. "That sounds like something Cody would do."
There was a pause while she listened to what he was saying. Soon, she had a big smile on her face.
"I'd like to meet up with you," she said. "How about we meet at the Hornet's Nest in fifteen minutes? You know where that's at, right?"
She listened again for a few seconds.
"Okay, see you there. Bye."
She then clicked off her phone, turned to me and said, "What did you do exactly? That was Chance by the way. He asked me if I was interested in going out with him. Of course, I said yet. We're meeting in fifteen minutes, but you heard all that I guess."
I explained about the note and how I had hoped that he would turn out to be gay, even though I knew the odds were against it.
"I don't know whether to slap you or kiss you," she said.
"I prefer that you kiss me," I told her.
She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, smiled, and walked toward her car.
"Thanks, Cody," she said. "I'll let you know how things go when I see you tomorrow morning."
"Have fun," I said. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"I don't intend to do any of that on the first date," she said. "I'm not a slut like you."
"You got me there," I said, and we both laughed, before she drove off.
Oh well, I thought, I tried. At least Leslie is happy, and I'm happy for her. I guess I'll just have to keep jerking off, at least for now. There has to be a boy out there who is interested in me. I just need to find him. At least I'll have a new fantasy boy to jerk off to, I thought, remembering what I had seen in the locker room earlier.
Just as I opened the door to my car, I heard someone calling to me from across the parking lot.
"Hey, Cody, wait up.
I glanced over and saw that it was Chad walking toward me. He walked up, looking a little nervous as he stood there.
"What's going on, Chad?" I asked.
He kind of stuttered for a couple of seconds before finally saying, "I was just wondering if… if maybe… you'd like to go to the Hornet's Nest with me. I'd like to talk to you about something. If you don't mind that is."
"Why would I mind?" I asked. "You want me to ride with you?"
"If you want to, sure," he said. "Maybe I can say what's on my mind before we get there. It's kind of personal, and you may not want to go in once we get there. If you don't, I'll bring you back here and that'll be the end of it. But I really want to ask you something. I'll understand if you say no."
Now I was really curious. What the fuck could Chad possibly want to talk about? Then it hit me. I remembered how he had been looking at me in the locker room earlier, how he had been looking at Chance, and at some of the other boys as well.
We jumped into his car and he started the engine. He turned the heater up full blast, but it wouldn't matter. It was less than a mile to the Hornet's Nest and the car wouldn't have time to warm up.
"What's on your mind, Chad?" I asked.
He hesitated for several seconds before he finally started speaking.
"Uh, I don't really know how to say this," he said, "so I'm just going to start talking and hope for the best."
"Go ahead," I said.
"Okay, I've been kind of observing you for the last several weeks, and then I noticed today how you kept looking at that new kid."
"You mean Chance?"
"I guess. I didn't know his name. But anyway, I see you with Leslie all the time, but you two aren't dating, are you."
"No, we're just good friends, that's all," I said.
"That's kind of what I thought," he said. "But anyway, as I said, I've kind of been watching you for the last few weeks, and then today I noticed you looking at Chance. And then, I noticed you looking over at me as well. And I also noticed you like looking around in the locker room."
He was turning red from embarrassment.
"You noticed that?" I asked. "I thought I was being careful."
"You are, Cody," he said. "Most guys wouldn't notice, but as you've probably figured out by now, I'm not like most guys. That's why I put on my little show today, to see if it would get your interest, if you know what I mean."
"I know exactly what you mean," I told him. "You've got a nice butt, Chad, and a nice body. I especially liked it when you put on your jock strap. You've got a nice sized cock as well. I definitely thought about dropping to my knees when I saw you standing there."
I thought the same thing," he admitted. "So, you're…"
"As a motherfucker," I said. "And, if you're thinking what I think you're thinking, then yes, I would love to go out with you. In fact, this can be our first date. If you want to, that is."
"Yes!" he practically shouted. "I'd like that very much. We can talk and figure out where to go from here."
Damn, ten minutes ago I had been disappointed that Chance was with Leslie, but now things had turned completely around. I had a potential boyfriend now, and a cute boyfriend he was. I never really noticed it before, but Chad was really cute.
We arrived at the Hornet's Nest and I saw that Chance and Leslie were sitting in one of the booths by the window. I smiled at them and she waved us over, got up and moved over to sit next to Chance, and we sat down.
"What's up with you two?" she asked.
"Let's order first, and then we'll tell you," I said.
Chad and I walked back up to the front counter where we both ordered a cheeseburger, fries and a Dr. Pepper for me and a Pepsi for him. As soon as we placed our orders, we walked back over and sat down again.
"Was that you who put that note in my locker?" Chance asked.
"Yeah, that was me," I admitted.
"Well, thank you," he said. "I'm not gay as you obviously know, but I'm also not upset. I had a friend back in Fort Bragg that was gay. I'm actually kind of flattered that you think I'm cute. That took balls to do something like that. I could have turned out to be a total asshole."
I could feel myself turning red from embarrassment.
"What's that all about?" Chad asked me.
"I'll tell you later," I said.
"Yes, thank you, Cody," Leslie said.
"I hope you're not disappointed," Chance said.
"I was," I admitted, "but that changed five minutes after Leslie left. I'm happy for her. But Chad and I are here for our first date as well."
"What?" Leslie said.
"Yes," I said. "It was the damndest thing, but Chad came up to me thirty seconds after you left school and asked me to come here as well. We talked, we came out to each other, and now we're boyfriends." I looked over at him. "At least I hope so."
"Yes, we're boyfriends," he said. "In fact, we're going on a real date this weekend, if the weather is decent that is. Maybe we can go see a movie or something Saturday afternoon."
"Sure," I said. "I haven't seen a movie for several months. I just hope we can find something decent. There's so much crap anymore."
"We'll find something, I promise," Chad said.
Chance looked over at Leslie and asked, "what about you? Would you like to go see a movie this weekend as well?"
"Yes," she said.
"I'm not sure where to go around here," Chance said, "so you'll have to show me."
"Most people go over to Joplin," she said, "but there's also Miami or Parsons as well. Joplin's a little bigger and has a better selection of theaters and restaurants, if you want to eat out."
"Of course, I want to take you to dinner," he said. "What kind of a date would it be if we didn't eat first?"
"Sounds like fun," she said. "We'll talk more about it this week and make plans. But Saturday night sounds like fun."
The four of us continued talking as we finished eating, and afterward ordered ice cream. Finally, an hour later, we left the restaurant and Chad drove me back to the school to pick up my car.
As soon as we arrived, he looked over at me and said, "you know, I hesitated to ask you out earlier, but I'm sure glad I did. I had fun and am really looking forward to this weekend."
"Me too," I said, "but we don't have to wait until Saturday to go and do something. We can do something right now, if you want."
I leaned over toward him and he leaned toward me and we met in the middle and kissed. A deep, feel it all through your body, toe curling kiss. Oh my god, my first kiss ever with another boy. Even if it was in a cold car in the middle of the school parking lot, it was still the kiss of a lifetime, something I'm sure I'll never forget. It was a little awkward sitting in a car, leaning over the center console and the gear shift, but we managed for a couple of minutes. All I was aware of was the kiss. Chad was kissing me. The only person who existed at that moment was him and his magical lips. When I finally landed back on earth my head was spinning and I was tingling from head to toe.
Finally, he said, "my parents won't be home for another couple of hours if you want to come home with me."
I looked at him just as he reached down to adjust himself. I see I'm having the same effect on him as he's having on me. My jeans were under so much stress that I thought I might break the zipper. I quickly reached into my pants and adjusted myself as well. That brought a smile to his face.
"What are we waiting for?" I asked. "I'll follow you to your house, that way you won't have to bring me back later."
So, that's what we did. Ten minutes later, I was in Chad's room, and five minutes after that we were rolling around on his bed shirtless, kissing and making out. It was soft gentle kissing at first. Tentative. Exploring. Then as my lips pressed against his, deepening the kiss and giving me a taste of what I'd been denied for the last two years, it became bolder. Hungrier. I wanted more. Much more. I moved my hands from his shoulders and cradled his head as my kissed turned into an open mouthed one.
There might have been some groping as well. Okay, there's no might have been to it. We started groping each other as we made out and before I knew it, I was shuttering and then I could feel myself cumming in my jeans. He saw it happen and he had the same reaction. That's all we did that night, just made out for about an hour. Our pants stayed on, this time anyway, but I guarantee they won't next time, which if I have my way about it, will be tomorrow and every afternoon after school.
I think we both need to take things slow for the next few days at least, but I have little doubt that by the end of the week we'll be completely naked and doing everything we can think of. I watch porn on my computer at night when I'm jerking off, mostly Helix videos, so I know what to do. I'm just not sure if I'm quite ready to do 'that'. I'm sure I'll at least try it once and see if I like it.
Before I knew it, it was time to go home. Chad's parents had gotten home a few minutes earlier and we didn't want them to know what we had been up to. He says his parents are cool with him being gay and all, but there's a big difference between your parents knowing that you're gay, and knowing that you're in your room having sex, although we really hadn't been having sex. Not yet anyway, but I hope to remedy that situation by the end of this week.
We quickly pulled our shirts back on, put our shoes on and he walked me into the living room to introduce me to his mom and dad.
"There you are, son," said his father. "We wondered what you were up to."
"Mom, dad, this is Cody," he introduced. "Cody, these are my parents."
"Nice to meet you, Cody," said his mom.
She looked at the two of us, then looked over at her husband and grinned.
"So, are you two…" his father asked.
Chad turned red as he answered. "Yes, Cody is my boyfriend. We just started going out today. We're planning on going to a movie this weekend if we can."
"As long as the weather holds, that's okay with us," his mom said. "Just remember, from now on, you have to keep your door open when he's here," she continued.
"Mom!" he exclaimed, then he looked over at his father.
"You heard your mother," his dad said, laughing. "It's no different then if you had brought a girl home. It'll be the same with Cathy when she finds herself a boyfriend."
Cathy was Chad's younger sister.
I stayed for a few minutes longer and decided that I should head for home. I had likely missed supper, but I'd find something to warm up. Then I had homework. It almost seemed unfair to have homework on the first day back to school, but what can I do.
I arrived home just as mom was putting supper on the table, so I lucked out. It wasn't really that late, only a little after five, but it was already dark outside. I hate this time of the year. I'll be glad when we set the clocks forward again and it will stay light out until eight or nine o'clock. And, I'll be glad when it warms up again. It's freezing outside now and I try and avoid going outside as much as possible. Of course, in four months I'll probably be bitching about how hot it is.
As soon as I walked in the door, mom noticed me, and saw the big smile on my face and how happy I seemed to be.
"You look happy, dear," she said. "Where'd you go after school?"
Just as I was about to answer, my older sister Chloe walked into the kitchen. She also noticed.
"Wow, little brother, you look happy," she said. "Did you finally find someone who'd have your sorry ass?"
I hated it when she called me that. She's only a year older than me.
"Chloe, watch your mouth," mom said.
"Sorry, mom," she said.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I did find someone," I said. "His name is Chad, and we went to the Hornet's Nest after school."
"You mean Chad Horner?" she asked. "He's gay? I never would have guessed. He's cute. How did you manage to get someone like him?"
"I think so too," I said. "Actually, he asked me out after school. I just came from his house."
"I'm happy for you, dear," mom said. "Now go set the table and tell your father that supper is ready. You can tell us all about it while we're eating.
"Did you see that new kid?" Chloe asked as we walked over to the cabinet.
"You mean Chance?" I asked.
"Yes," she said. "He's so cute, isn't he?"
"Yes, he is, but you're out of luck," I told her. "Leslie has already snagged him up."
"Bitch," she said, the laughed.
I knew she didn't really mean that. Her and Leslie were friends and had been for several years. She was just jealous that she hadn't had a chance at him first.
We pulled four plates out of the cabinet, then she grabbed the silverware, while I carried them into the dining room. I then walked into the living room and informed dad that it was time to eat. He got up and followed me into the dining room. We all sat down and started filling our plates.
As we sat there eating our fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, and green beans, I told them everything that had happened, and how Chad and I had started dating. Well, not everything of course. Somehow, I didn't think my parents would want to hear about Chad and me making out, half naked, in his bedroom, and they certainly wouldn't want to know what I was thinking I'd like to do with him the next time we were together. I could feel myself growing stiff just thinking about it. I sure couldn't get up from the table right now, not without embarrassing myself, and them as well.
Even dad was cool with me having a boyfriend. I know that might surprise most people, but he's always been that way. He's not one of those parents who protest in support of gay rights or anything like that, but he's also not afraid to support me when the situation calls for it. As tolerant as Chouteau High School is, we still get the crazy people occasionally bitching about gay people and how they have no place in our little town or school. Not often, but occasionally, especially the people from this one church here in town.
According to dad, who went to school in the early 2000's, Chouteau wasn't a very gay friendly place at all, but a kid ended up killing himself, another was murdered a few years before that, and several others were badly beaten. Things slowly began to change, but it was several more years before major changes began to happen. It all happened slowly over the last ten years, but things are considerably better now. It's just too bad that it took something like murder and suicide to wake people up.
Supper was delicious, especially the apple pie we had for dessert. Mom even put a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top to celebrate my finding myself a boyfriend.
Afterward, I went up to my room and worked on my homework. I was a little tired after my earlier activities, but not much. Reading was relaxing, even if it was for school. Writing took a little effort. I had some trouble concentrating on algebra, but at least I was beginning to understand it, at least a little bit. Still, I was sleepy by the time I finished my homework.
Before turning in, I sat down on the edge of my bed and thought about Chad and what we had done earlier. As you might expect, the inevitable happened. I stripped completely naked, lay back on my bed and slowly began to stroke one out. Of course, this is an every night ritual, as you no doubt have figured out, as well as a morning ritual before I shower and get dressed. Everybody who's ever been a horny teenage boy knows what I'm talking about. Tonight, I took my time as I lay there fantasizing about Chad and what I hoped to do with him tomorrow. I could still remember the taste of his lips and the feel of his tongue in my mouth.
Yeah, that's right, if he's willing, and what teenage boy isn't willing, I hope to both give and receive head for the first time ever. With that thought, I made a mess all over my stomach and chest. I quickly cleaned myself off, rolled over and fell asleep, dreaming about Chad.
The next morning, I jumped out of bed as soon as my alarm went off, grinning like the village idiot. I normally hate going to school, especially on a freezing January morning, but today was different. I actually had something to look forward to today. I always look forward to seeing Leslie, Mark, and my other friends of course, but today was different. I could now look forward to seeing my boyfriend.
My boyfriend. I really liked the sound of that. He's cute, sweet and adorable, and I love the time I had spent with him and hoped to spend many more weeks and months with him. I really like him and we've only been together one day.
My thoughts were filled with Chad, or more precisely, his body. Simply being near him got me so excited that I could barely stand it. I was as stiff as a rock when we'd kissed and I knew he could feel it. He was turned on too. I guess we just had that effect on each other.
I quickly left my room and headed for the bathroom. I wanted to beat Chloe, because she seemed like she always took forever.
I finished my shower, put on extra deodorant, and combed my hair, checking it twice to make sure everything was in place just right, sprayed a little hair spray just to make sure it stayed in place, then wrapped a towel around my waist and headed down the hallway back to my room.
I made sure to put on my sexiest pair of underwear today, because I wanted to look good when Chad, hopefully, pulls them off later. I also went to my closet and picked out my best pair of jeans. Normally I just wore any old pair, even the ones with holes in them, but not today. I also normally just wear a long sleeve t-shirt and maybe a sweat shirt, but again, not today. I picked out my best shirt, and then grabbed a nice flannel shirt to wear over it. I was suddenly much more concerned with my appearance and wanted to make sure I was looking good today. I even briefly obsessed over my socks, before finally just grabbing the first pair in my dresser drawer and putting them on. Finally, I sprayed on some cologne and then put on my shoes and walked downstairs for breakfast, still smiling.
"You're looking nice this morning, dear," mom greeted me as I walked into the kitchen.
"I can't look like a slob every day," I said.
"Who are you, and where is my son?" she joked.
"He's right here," I joked back. "Can't a guy dress nice once in a while without everyone making a big deal out of it?"
"Yes, you could, and I wish you would more often," she retorted. "Breakfast will be ready in about ten minutes."
A few minutes Chloe walked in and also commented on how I looked. She actually complimented me for once, rather than tease me like she normally did. I was feeling good today and nothing was going to ruin things.
Twenty minutes later, I finished eating my eggs, bacon and toast, and ran back upstairs to brush my teeth, grabbed my backpack and headed out the door. The drive to school seemed too long, but I was on cloud nine so I didn't care. It was a few minutes early, but I wanted to get to school so I could see Chad again. I was also anxious to see Leslie and ask her how things had gone with Chance after we had left them yesterday afternoon. Plus, I wanted to see Mark and give him the news. I knew my best friend would be happy for me, but then I'd have to listen while he complained about not having a girlfriend. I think maybe I'll try and fix him up if possible. He has a thing for Melissa, but is too scared to do anything about it.
I sat in my car with the heater running, waiting for Chad to finally show up. Leslie showed up a few minutes later and joined me in my car while we waited for our boyfriends.
"How'd it go yesterday after Chad and I left?" I aside her as soon as she closed her door.
"It went pretty good," she said. "We sat there for a few more minutes, then we drove home. We may go out this Friday, as well as on Saturday. We don't know where to yet, but we'll figure something out. Oh, and he kissed me before we departed."
"Oh my god!" I exclaimed. "I bet that was fun. And hot."
"I'm not complaining," she said. "It was just a little peck on the lips, not a full out kiss. Not yet anyway, but hopefully soon. What about you and Chad?"
"We went back to his house and made out shirtless on his bed for almost an hour," I told her, grinning.
"Now that sounds hot!" she said. "I'd like to have been there. I've always wanted to see two boys make out."
"Maybe we can put on a show for you sometime," I joked.
"Would you really?"
"No!" I answered. "What's up with that anyway?"
"I don't know," she said. "Why do boys fantasize about two girls getting it on, but get grossed out by the thought of two boys doing the same thing?"
"You got me," I answered. "Personally, the thought of two girls together is absolutely disgusting. I don't even want to think about something like that."
We both giggled at that.
"So, what else did you guys do?" she asked.
"Well, we might have groped each other a little, but that's all, so far anyway," I said. "We'll probably go further this afternoon. Who knows, we might even…"
We both giggled again.
"That's so unfair," she said. "If I did that to Chance so soon after we started going out, people would label me a slut. A boy is congratulated and called a stud if he does the same thing."
"I know," I said. "It's not fair, but that's the way things are."
Just then, Chance pulled up and she got out of the car and ran up to meet him, and together they walked, hand in hand, into the school building.
A few minutes later, Chad drove up and the two of us did the same. I noticed he had dressed a little nicer as well. He was looking good as fuck this morning. Funny how I had never really paid that much attention to him before. I had really missed out on a lot.
We got a few stares as we walked into the building, hand in hand. Most of the other kids were indifferent, and a few of them even smiled and congratulated us. There were a few scowls of disapproval, but we just ignored them. As tolerant as this school is toward it's gay students, it's not without it's assholes either.
Mark walked up to us a couple of minutes later and saw us, and then he put his arm around me, and then around Chad as we made our way toward our lockers, ready to start our school day.
"I'm jealous," he said.
"Why?" I teased. "Did you want to date Chad? You're too late now."
"No, not that," he said. "I'm just jealous that you found someone and I can't seem to."
"You will, Mark," said Chad. "All these girls must be blind if they can't see what a nice-looking guy you are."
"You think I'm nice looking?" Mark asked.
"Of course, you are," Chad said. "I'd go out with you if I wasn't already dating Cody."
"Thanks," Mark said. "I think."
The three of us laughed at that.
We arrived at our lockers and gathered up what books we'd need for our first class, put the rest inside, and then walked toward the classroom.
"Maybe we can help poor Mark find himself a girlfriend," I said. "The boy is desperate."
"I'll see what I can do," Chad said. "I might be able to help him out. Does he like any girl in particular?"
"He really likes Melissa, but he's always been too afraid to ask her out. I think she kind of likes him as well, but she's waiting for him to make the first move."
"I think I can help him," he said. "Just wait till lunch and I'll see what I can do."
"What do you have in mind?" I asked.
"I don't know yet," he said, "but I've got an idea. I'll think about it during class and then I'll go from there."
"I really hope we can help him," I said. "He's been my best friend since we started school, and he's always been there for me, even when I told him I was gay. It never phased him one bit."
We split up and went to our first class. As soon as I sat down for English, Chance leaned over and started whispering in my ear.
"I want to thank you again, Cody, for getting me together with Leslie. I wasn't expecting to find a girlfriend my first day at a new school. I really like her, and I hope she likes me."
"You're welcome, Chance," I said. "She does like you. She's already told me she's looking forward to this weekend."
"I'm glad to hear that," he said. "I know you were disappointed at first, but things seem to have worked out for you as well. I'm happy for you and Chad as well."
Just then the teacher walked in and Chance sat down as the lecture began. The rest of the morning was rather boring, so I won't tell you anything that happened. You probably wouldn't want to hear about it anyway.
Before I knew it, it was time for lunch, my second favorite part of the school day. I've already mentioned my favorite part so I won't go into that again. Lunch is when I can see and visit with my friends and forget about all my morning classes, at least for a few minutes anyway.
I grabbed a tray, went through the line to get my food, and sat down at my usual table with Mark, Leslie, Tommy, Tanner and my other friends.
"Not eating today, Mark?" Tommy asked as we sat in the noisy cafeteria.
"Just cautious," Mark said, poking at his fish sandwich with a fork. He took a bite. "Rubbery, bland, and reminiscent of a pencil eraser."
Everyone laughed at that, so he proceeded to give us a full review of his lunch.
"The peas are more suitable to a pellet gun than a school lunch," he said pensively after sampling the. "The mashed potatoes can best be described as pasty, the milk as chunky, and… what the hell is this yellowish green blob anyway. Jello or congealed fat? You decide. Overall, I'd describe our meal as rancid repast."
Where the hell did he learn words like that?
"You should be a food critic, Mark," Tanner said.
"Not if I have to eat here."
Actually, lunch wasn't that bad. The fish was rather good, in fact, even though it was a fish sandwich. I couldn't identify the yellowish green blob any more than Mark could so I just steered clear of it. I have a firm rule. If I can't figure out what it is, I don't eat it.
I enjoyed my time with my friends. I wished I could be alone with Chad, but I would see him later, and then, hopefully, spend some alone time with him at his house after school. It seemed like not a minute went by when I didn't think of him and the things we had done. I thought about going into the restroom and jerking one out, but I didn't. I have a little self-control, even if my dick doesn't seem to.
The conversation then turned to me and Chad. Some of the guys weren't exactly thrilled by us dating, but they weren't hostile either. I guess I can best describe them as mostly indifferent. I had known most of them since we started school all those years ago, and something as minor as another gay couple wasn't going to matter. To most people in school, we were just another couple.
"So, when did you guys start going together?" Vicky asked.
"Since yesterday," Chad answered.
Normally, Leslie and Chance would have been the topic of conversation, but they were just another boy-girl couple, which is far more common, so they were pretty much left alone. For now, anyway.
"I didn't know either of you were even gay," Tanner said. "Not that it matters, but I'm just surprised."
"Well, we didn't exactly advertise it," I said. "No reason you should know."
"It's just that… well, you don't seem gay, or act gay. You're just like… normal guys."
"We are normal," Chad said. "Gay is normal, at least for some people. We just like members of our own sex, that's all.
"I know," Tanner said. "I don't really understand it, but it's cool. I like girls, you like boys. No big deal."
"Thanks guys," I said. "I knew everyone would be okay with us. We've been friends since kindergarten after all."
"And we always will be," Mark said. "Now, if I could only find myself a girlfriend."
He looked over at Melissa for a second before quickly looking away again. The boy really wanted her, and I had the feeling she might enjoy going out with him as well. He just needed a shove in the right direction.
Mark was mooning over her again. I guess he wasn't mooning over her again. He was still mooning over her. He talked about her all the time and sighed when she was near. It was enough to make me sick sometimes. Something had to be done to end his torment, and mine.
Lunch was soon over and it was back to class. At least the school day was half over and soon it would be completely finished. Then Chad an I could get together and do… who knows what, but I hope it's more than just making out like we did yesterday. I'm ready for more… a lot more, it you know what I mean.
Keeping my eyes off Chad was harder than ever in the locker room today. He was mine. Before long, hopefully later today, I'd get to touch everything I was seeing. I could run my hands all over his body and… I had to push such thoughts away or my excitement would be noticeable.
I mostly wanted to take things slow with him, but a part of me wanted to jump on him and tear his clothes off. I was certain all the guys could identify with that desire. I don't mean they wanted Chad, or me for that matter, but surely, they felt about girls the same way I did about boys. Mark made no secret of what he wanted to do with a girl, and I had no reason to think all straight boys weren't the same. Sometimes my sexual needs nearly drove me crazy. I was so lucky to have him.
If you think the locker room was a challenge, the showers were even more so. One look at Chad, wet and naked, was enough to get me going. A fantasy of us getting it on in the showers began to play in my head, but I quickly turned my mind to other thoughts. I couldn't think about things like that unless I was alone.
Luckily, the showers were crowded so I could steal a lot of looks simply by moving around under the shower head and looking down to grab my shampoo and soap. Another fantasy started to play in my head about all my classmates gathering around me and… but I had to shut that down fast as well. I consoled myself by promising myself to focus on it later. I smiled wickedly.
"You look like you're up to something," said Mark.
"You don't want to know," I told him.
He turned slightly red as he realized what I was thinking about.
"You're probably right," he said.
I turned toward my shower head and tried not to think about the full frontal view I'd just received from Chad, or about my other, wet, naked classmates. The showers were probably my favorite part of the day, but it was also torment.
I had a serious problem. Despite my best efforts, I was completely hard. Luckily, I was in a corner and by careful positioning, I could hide my dick, but it was impossible to turn around and face the others.
I took my time soaping up, but that only made the situation worse. The soapy washcloth running over my skin excited me even more. My dick throbbed and I feared I might actually shoot.
I blasted myself with cold water. It was a struggle not to cry out, but it helped my condition some. I switched back to hot water and slowly got myself under control.
Nearly everyone was gone by the time I could turn around, but Chad was one of the few still in the showers. He gave me a shit eating grin. He'd noticed. I smiled at him as he ran his eyes right down to my dick and grinned. I wasn't hard anymore, but I wasn't soft either. I gazed into his eyes and saw pure lust in them.
I dried off and then returned to the locker room. Most of my classmates were gone by now. He entered and another fantasy about us making out in the locker room played through my mind again. I had to knock that shit off because I began to get hard again.
I noticed that Chad was also semi hard as we looked at each other. I quickly pulled on my boxers and jeans so I could hide my dick from view from the others still in the locker room. I felt safer once it was out of sight.
I waited outside the locker room until Chad came out about two minutes later. He walked right up to me.
"Want to make out?" he asked.
"You have to ask?" I said. "Of course, I would, but it will have to wait until after school. We can go to my house if you want."
"I can hardly wait," he said.
I went through the rest of the day with aching balls. That was the uncomfortable result of thinking about what Chad and I were going to be doing later after school. It almost felt good in a way, but mostly it was unpleasant. I knew what would stop the ache, but I sure couldn't do that at school. Besides, I wanted to save all that for later when I was with my boyfriend.
Mark and I were walking down the hallway just after school when I spotted Melissa. I clamped my hand down on his wrist and pulled him toward the girl of his dreams. I knew he might never forgive me for what I was about to do, but if I had to hear him sigh one more time, I was going to kill myself.
"Cody! What are you doing? Let me go!" he hissed, trying not to speak loudly enough for her to hear.
He struggled against me, pulling me off balance, but he couldn't break my hold.
"Either you ask her out, or I'm asking her for you."
"I mean it, Mark."
We were getting close to Melissa by then, so he had to quit fighting.
"Please," he pleaded through his clenched teeth.
"Do it," I ordered.
I gave him a final shove in her direction.
That was a good sign. Not only had she greeted him, she smiled.
"I, uh, um… will I go out with you?" he stammered.
Ouch. Not so good. His face turned nearly as red as his hair.
"I mean… will you go out with me?" he said, covering his face with his hands.
"What Mark is so eloquently trying to say is, 'will you go out with me'" I said. "He really likes you."
He shot me an angry look, but it disappeared in an instant when she spoke.
"I'd love to. How about Friday night? We can go see a movie or something if you want."
"I, uh, um… great!"
"You're so cute when you're flustered," she said, pinching his cheek. "Why don't we meet about five o'clock at my house?"
"He'll be there," I said.
"Great! Bye, Mark. Bye Cody."
"Later, Melissa," I said.
"I'm going to kill you," he said slowly and quietly when she had gone on her way."
"Me? What did I do?"
He began to sputter.
"Look at it this way, Mark. You have a date with Melissa, thanks to me."
"I think I'm going to be sick," he said, rushing for the door.
Love was sure a funny thing.
Chad walked up just then and when I told him about Mark, he just laughed.
"Sounds like the poor boy finally got his wish," he said. "I hope he has fun with her."
"I think he will, once he gets over being so nervous around her," I said. "The boy is pathetic sometimes when it comes to girls, but he's my best friend and I had to help him out. Now maybe he'll calm down a little."
"Hopefully," he said. "You ready to go to my house and have some more fun?"
"That's all I've been able to think about all day," I admitted. "I'm more than ready."
I reached down and rubbed the front of my jeans in emphasis. Chad noticed and just grinned.
Just them, Mark ran up to us, with the biggest grin on his face.
"Thanks, Cody," he said. "Melissa caught up with me and asked if I wanted to go to the Hornet's Nest . Of course, I said yes. You and Chad are welcome to join us, if you want."
I knew that he didn't really want us to join them, but was just being nice.
"No thanks, Mark," I said. "You should enjoy your time alone with her. Maybe some other time."
"I was kind of hoping you would say that," he admitted. "I mean, who knows what might happen."
"I doubt much of anything will happen on your first date," Chad said.
"I know, but I can dream, can't I?" Mark said. "What are you guys going to do?"
"Well, something is going to happen with us," I said, looking at Chad as I said it. "Something you probably don't want to know about."
"Probably not," Mark said.
"Yeah, we're going to be making out for a while, then we'll probably get naked and…"
"Damn, if only I could do that with Melissa," Mark said. "Maybe soon, hopefully."
"Hopefully," I said. "Just be sure you use a condom when that time comes. I'm not sure the world is ready for a little Mark to be running around."
"Not yet, anyway," he said, "but maybe someday after I get out of college and settle down."
The three of us parted and I followed Chad to his house and into his bedroom. He had barely closed and locked the door before I grabbed him and we began making out. We paused long enough to kick off our shoes, then we went right back at it, falling onto his bed and rolling around.
A few minutes later we pulled our shirts off, and then after that, our jeans. Now we were in just our underwear as I lay on top of him or he lay on top of me. I don't think my dick had ever been so hard before in my life.
We started groping each other and before either of us knew what was happening, we pulled our underwear off, and rolled around on the bed, completely butt ass naked. I had fantasized about doing this for almost three years now, and was finally happening.
We continued to make out as we rubbed our naked bodies, especially our hard cocks, together. I had never imagined how hot something like this could be. Before I knew it, Chad had grabbed my cock and started jerking it. I was doing everything I could possibly think of to keep from shooting, but I couldn't help myself. I shot the biggest load of cum I had ever produced, all over his hand, and my all over my stomach and chest. I cried out as all this was happening, but he just kept going until I could hardly stand it anymore. I flopped back on the bed and lay there, trying to recover for the most intense feelings of my life.
I was determined to return the favor, but I wanted to try something else as well, so after several seconds, I leaned over and took him in my mouth. I cupped his tightening balls in one hand. That got an instant reaction, as I expected it would. I had dreamed of doing this for the last two years but sometimes wondered if I would ever actually have the opportunity. Now as his dick filled my mouth it seemed as if my whole life had been designed for this one moment. I tried my best, but fumbled at first as I went up and down on it with my mouth. It took several seconds to figure out how to do it while keeping my teeth out of the way. He alternately rested his hands on my head and ran his fingers through my hair as my head went up and down. The more I bobbed the more he moaned.
In only a few moments he whispered to me, "uh, stop. Stop"
Probably no more than thirty seconds after I had started to suck on his cock, he cried out and I was rewarded with a mouthful of cum. I swallowed it as quickly as I could, but it seemed like it just kept coming. Surprisingly, it didn't really taste all that bad. Finally, his whole body went limp and he lay back on his bed, breathing hard. I didn't want to stop and he had to forcibly pull himself off, a wide grin on his face, his chest heaving up and down as he caught his breath.
Jesus Christ, I can't believe it! I finally gave my first blow job ever. I had wanted to do this for at least the last two years and it had finally happened. It wasn't like I had expected. It was like ten times better.
And, I swear to god, Chad leaned over and did the same to me, and even though I had just shot my biggest load ever not more than five minutes earlier, my body had an instant reaction and I shot another load right into his mouth.
I turned onto my stomach and scooted over so I could lay my chin on his chest. I rested the fingers of my left hand in his right armpit. I felt him breathing, looked at his nipples only inches from my eyes and moved my index finger ever so slightly to feel the hairs in his armpit. I lay like that for a few moments then rose up just enough to kiss him repeatedly. He didn't resist either. I felt starved. Forever is a long time, I thought, even if it's only sixteen years. If this is what it's like to kiss a guy, to lay on him, to rub hardons together, to suck dick, I can't believe I ever waited.
I finally moved aside and he pulled the pillow up against the headboard again and leaned back, his penis hanging down over his somewhat loose scrotum. The sight of him continued to keep me rigid. He reached over and flipped my erection with his finger.
"Man, you stay hard for a long time" he said.
"It takes a while for it to go down sometimes" I told him.
I was too full of energy to keep still. I sat on my heels in front of him. I didn't want the moment to ever be over and I drank in the sensations; us naked on the bed, his hairy leg touching my calf, our breathing, the smell of our skin and the taste in my mouth. It was all so heady. I ran a hand up and down one of his fury legs. He didn't stop me as he flexed his thigh muscles. My action made him grow harder. I thought stayed hard. I propped a pillow up next to him as he crossed his outstretched legs. His genitals were perched in the middle as if it were a prize for me to admire which I did. I was filled with a satisfaction I had never known.
"I've never done that before" I confessed.
He pulled upon his scrotum then recrossed his legs.
"You mean with a guy?" he asked.
"With anyone" I replied.
"You're a virgin?"
"I don't think so now" I told him.
He squinted at me. "You're lying. You knew what you were doing."
I took his still hard penis in my hand, pumped it a few times then rolled my thumb over the slit. A drop of semen clung to it which I licked off.
"No, I've fantasized about it for a couple of years but have never done it until tonight. It just seemed to come so natural to me."
If I had doubted, I was gay I no longer did. Now that I had experienced boy on boy sex, I knew there was no going back. The sex was incredible and I intend to continue with him as often as possible but I wanted so much more from him than just sex.
After that, we just lay there on the bed kissing and making out for a few more minutes, before we got up, took a quick shower together, and I went home. His parents would be home shortly and he didn't want them to find out what we had just done.
Today had been the hottest day of my life so far, but I knew things would only get better and more intense as we experimented with various ways to make each other feel good. I can't wait to see what happens the next time we're together, which will probably be tomorrow after school.
"What the hell's wrong with you?" Mark asked me as soon as he saw me the next morning.
"What do you mean?" I asked. "There's nothing wrong with me. All is right with the world."
"You got laid," he said. "Don't deny it."
"What makes you say that, Mark?" I asked.
"That big ass smile on your ugly face," he said. "Something happened, and that's the first thing I thought of. So, what happened?"
"Well, you're exactly right," I admitted. "I did get laid, or at least if you want to consider getting my dick sucked as getting laid."
"I wouldn't say that," he said. "To me, getting laid means going all the way. You didn't do that, did you?"
"Not yet," I said, "but hopefully soon."
"So, how was it?" he asked.
"It was the most fun I've ever had," I told him. "I don't know which I enjoyed better, getting head or giving head. I never knew something could feel so good."
"You actually sucked Chad's dick?" he asked. "That just seems… I don't know… weird to me. I can't imagine doing that to another guy."
"I know," I said, "just like I can't imagine eating a girls pussy, but you straight boys seem to like doing it, if you can believe all the bullshit the guys talk."
"Well, yeah," he said. "I'd love to do that to Melissa, or one of the other girls here in school."
"That's gross," I said.
We both laughed at that.
"Speaking of Melissa, how'd it go yesterday?"
"We didn't really do anything, other than eat some ice cream and talk for a few minutes," he said. "I'm still a little nervous about Friday night."
"You'll be alright, Mark," I said. "Just be your usual boring self. I'm sure she'll have a good time."
"I hope so," he said. "I need to get laid. I'm tired of jerking off every night. You know what that's like."
"Not anymore," I said, grinning. "I'm sure I'll still do it occasionally, but now I have Chad to take care of me."
"Asshole," he said, then laughed. "You're a lucky boy, Cody. I just hope that Melissa will give me some action soon."
"She will eventually," I said. "Just don't push her too hard or too fast."
Just then, the bell rang, signaling that it was time for class. The rest of the day was uneventful so I'll just skip ahead to after school.
Everything was basically a repeat of what happened yesterday, so I won't go into any great detail. Let's just say that we were both able to control ourselves better, so everything lasted longer. I was able to actually suck Chad's dick for over ten minutes before he lost control, and I was pretty much the same. I think as we practice, we'll both be able to hold out longer, and believe me, I intend to get in as much practice as I possibly can.
Afterward, when we were in the shower cleaning up, I did something that I'd seen in pictures and videos. I turned Chad around and he leaned up against the wall of the shower and I spread his ass and licked his hole. The first time I had seen it I thought it was kind of gross, but also kind of hot. I can see where it might be kind of disgusting and dirty, but not in this situation. I knew everything was clean, because I made sure to give his ass my special attention as we soaped up. Needless to say, he returned the favor and he seemed to enjoy it as much as I did. Definitely something I'll do again. I couldn't wait to put my tongue inside his sweet young ass again.
We also discussed going all the way, but decided to hold off, at least for now. We needed more than just an hour after school for something like that, plus we needed to get some lube and other stuff before we tried that.
Maybe if his parents, or my parents go out of town some weekend we'll be able to do it all. We have fingered each other, and while it feels good, it's just not the same as the real thing.
After that, I got dressed and went home, ate supper with the family, did my homework, and fell asleep, ready for Friday and the upcoming weekend.
The next morning, Mark walked with me toward my first class. I spotted Chad coming in the opposite direction. Mark looked back and forth between us, noticing our grins.
"Jesus," he said.
"Hey, Cody," Chad said.
He scoped out the hallway for teachers, then quickly kissed me on the lips, which drew more than a few stares.
"Oh, hi, Mark," he said. "I didn't see you there."
"Funny," Mark said.
"I thought so," Chad said, then he looked over at me. "Are we still on for lunch?"
"You know it," I said.
"I'll see you soon," Chad said.
"I can't wait," I told him.
He walked away toward his first class.
"Whoa, I have never seen such a dopey grin on Chad's face," Mark said. "You two are pathetic."
"Isn't it wonderful?" I asked.
"I can't even talk to you right now," he said.
"You don't have to," I told him. "There's your classroom."
"Later," he said.
"Later," I said.
I continued on, still with a dopey grin on my face. Chad and I were pathetic, and I loved it.
The morning could not pass fast enough for me. He was joining me for lunch. Of course, we sat at the same table every day, but now he was joining me as my boyfriend, which is a whole other thing.
He met me at my locker and we walked to the cafeteria together, hand in hand.
People stared at us as we walked down the hallway together. Not because we were two guys, but because we were the newest couple in school. Well, us and Leslie and Chance, but they were a boy-girl couple. Although there are other gay guys in school, we aren't that common so we do tend to draw more attention than most.
We went through the line together and walked with our trays of chicken nuggets and French fries toward our usual table, and sat down with our friends.
Mark isn't the most confident or outgoing boy around, but he turned into a quivering mass of uncertainty when Melissa was near. I thought he was going to faint when she walked up to our table and smiled at him.
As soon as lunch was over, mere hours before his date, he rushed up to me as I was getting books out of my locker.
"You've got to go with us, Cody," he said.
"You've got to go with Melissa and me," he repeated.
"Mark, you don't want me tagging along on your date," I said.
"Please! I'm going to puke or something," he pleaded. "I just know it."
"Mark, why are you so worked up?" I asked. "You wanted to go out with her, and you're going. It's just a movie. It's easy; you sit there beside her and watch the screen. People do it all the time."
"It's not easy," he said. "How do I know if she wants me to hold her hand? How do I know if it's okay to put my arm around her?"
"You're asking the wrong guy about that," I replied.
"Well, what am I going to say to her," he continued. "What if I say something stupid? What if I do something stupid?"
"Mark, just relax," I told him. "The fate of the world does not rest on this date. So what if you say something stupid? You didn't do the best job of asking her out, and she still said yes."
"Only because you were there to handle the situation," he said.
"Mark, I was merely the translator," I said. "She said you were cute when you were flustered. I personally can't see it, but she seems to think so, so you must be."
"Fuck you," he giggled. "But what if she finds out what a loser I am?"
"I hate to tell you this, Mark, but I'm sure she already knows," I said grinning.
"Oh, thanks a lot!" he said.
"All I mean is that she sees you every day at school," I said. "She has since the first grade. She knows what you're like. She obviously likes you as you are or she wouldn't have said yes. Quit worrying."
"I can't," he said. "Please, Cody. You have to go with us. Please!"
I glanced around the hallway and saw Chad headed our way.
"Hey, Chad, you want to go see a movie tonight?" I asked.
He walked up to us, smiling.
"Sure, why not," he said.
"Good," said Mark. "I'll pick you guys up around five."
"I'll be ready," Chad said.
"Great," Mark said.
"I hope you're happy now, Mark," I said. "You'd better appreciate this."
"Oh, I do, Cody! I do," he said.
I smiled as he walked away. He was such a mess. Hopefully, he'd gain some confidence on his first date. I definitely didn't want to go with him every time he had a date with a girl. That would be some kind of homo hell.
"What was that all about?" Chad asked.
I explained that Mark was kind of scared about going on his first date and had begged me to go with him."
"I'm more than happy to go out with you tonight, Cody," he said. "I'm not so sure about going with Mark and Melissa."
"It should be okay," I said. "It's only one night. After his first date I'm sure he'll settle down. I hope so anyway."
Mark was a nervous wreck after school. He begged me to come home with him and pick out clothes to wear on his date.
"This isn't the prom, Mark," I told him. "It's just a date."
"Just a date? Just a date?" he said. "I'm going with Melissa Moore."
I guessed that was supposed to explain his weird, frantic behavior.
"Relax," I said. "I'll help you pick out something."
I resisted the urge to tell his mom he was going on his first date. The mischievous side of me wanted to do it, but as his best friend, I couldn't betray him. Besides, he was worked up enough."
"Here," I said, pulling a light blue polo shirt out of his closet. "Wear this tonight."
"Are you sure?"
"No. I picked out the ugliest shirt you have so Melissa will hate you," I said. "Of course, I'm sure."
"Okay, what else?" he asked.
"Neutral colored pants. Khaki is good," I said. "You have a pair of nice shoes, right?"
"Yeah," he answered. "Is brown okay."
"Brown is perfect."
"Socks would be a nice touch," I said. "Black would be preferable, but any color but white."
"And?" he asked.
"Underwear," I said, "but you can pick those out yourself. I don't think Melissa will be seeing them anyway."
He turned completely red.
"That's a good look," I said. "Your face matches your hair."
"Shut up," he said, laughing.
"Should I wear cologne?" he asked.
"Yes, but just a little," I told him. "Don't bathe in it."
I had to laugh at that.
"Okay, you're all set," I said. "Pick me up after you change. Pick Melissa up first, them me and then we'll pick up Chad. Any idea what time the movie starts?"
He pulled out his phone and checked the listings.
"It starts at six forty-five," he said. "That'll give us plenty of time to get over there. Maybe we can go eat afterward."
"Okay," I said. "I'll see you in about half an hour then."
"Thanks, Cody," he said.
"You're welcome," I said. "I'll see you in a few minutes, Mark."
I left him in his bedroom and quickly exited his house before he could come up with another question. Were all straight boys like that? If so, how had our species survived so long?
I called Chad on my way home, explaining what I had been doing at Mark's house.
"Anyway, he's going to be picking me up in about half an hour, and then we'll come by your house after that."
"I'll be ready," he said.
I arrived home and ran up to my room to drop my backpack off. I didn't bother to change clothes. After all, Chad had seen my completely naked only yesterday, so I didn't see the point of changing into something different. He knew what he was getting, and hopefully he'll be getting me again after we get back home.
I pictured Mark obsessing over every detail while he prepared for his date. He was probably second guessing my clothing choices even now. With any luck he wouldn't change his mind and pick out something stupid. Mark looked really good in that particular shirt, and it was hard to go wrong with khaki pants and a nice pair of shoes. I just hoped he took my advice and didn't use too much cologne.
Half an hour later, he arrived at my house and came to my room.
"Do I look okay?" were the first words out of his mouth.
"You look fine," I said.
"Oh, no!" he said. "I forgot to brush my teeth."
He took off for the bathroom as if he had explosive diarrhea. I had to keep from laughing. I had the feeling he would be more entertaining than the movie.
"Where's Melissa?" I asked.
"She wasn't ready yet, so I came to get you first," he said. "We'll pick her up, then Chad and be on her way."
He was shaking on the way to her house, and it had nothing to do with the cold. When we pulled up in front, she came out the door and I moved to the back seat so she could sit next to Mark. We then went to pick up Chad, then headed out of town.
An hour later we arrived at the theater in Joplin and bought our tickets for the newest Scream movie. Mark seemed more at ease by the time we arrived, but he was still a little nervous when we walked into the theater and searched for our seats.
I intentionally ignored him after that. He needed to fly solo on this. I gave him a smile and a not and mouthed, "you'll be okay."
I put him and Melissa out of my mind and just had fun with Chad. I sneaked a look in Mark's direction about halfway through the movie. He had his arm around Melissa. I was surprised he had the courage, but he managed it. His first date was going well, as was mine. He had his arm around his girl and hadn't hurled on her. I just hoped the remainder of his date would go smoothly. I truly hoped things worked out for my best friend.
At the end of the movie, I had to piss really bad, so I excused myself and ran for the restroom. When I met the three of them in the lobby a few minutes later, they were all talking and having a good time.
"Now, where do you guys want to eat?" Mark asked.
"How about pizza?" Chad suggested. "I know this great pizza place I found a few months ago called Parrot's Pizza . It's in Webb City, but it's not that far from here.
"That sound good to me," I said, and the others agreed.
Parrot's Pizza had been around for over twenty years, but it was the first time I'd been inside. It was located just up the road from the mall and Chad said the pizza and bread sticks were excellent. The owners last name was Parrot, and the interior was done up in a parrot motif. There were a few parrot themed items hung on the walls, but they were by no means overpowering. The tables and booths were covered with green and white checked tablecloths, and there were green candles burning on all the tables. It was unlike any pizza place I'd ever been in, but the decorating scheme worked.
There were several local high school and college kids there when we walked in and searched of a booth. We were finally seated and ordered our drinks while we decided on what kind of pizza we wanted.
We talked for a few minutes and finally decided on an all-meat pizza, and one with meat, olives, green peppers and onions. I personally didn't care for all that crap, but Chad seemed to like it, as did Melissa. We ordered a medium of each one.
We sat there talking about the movie while we waited for our order to arrive. Considering how busy the place was, the pizzas arrived quicker than I would have expected, only about twenty minutes later.
We all grabbed a slice and started eating. The pizza was some of the best I had ever eaten, and I enjoyed eating, talking and laughing with my friends and boyfriend.
After we had finished, we sat and carried on for a few more minutes before it was finally time to head for home. We all got into the car and Mark drove us back to Chouteau, where he dropped off Chad, and then me. I had a feeling that Mark was going to spend more time alone with Melissa before going home. Everything had seemed to go well for him tonight and he was all smiles as he dropped me off. I sure hoped something would happen between them. I really wanted my best friend to be happy.
Fifteen minutes after Mark had dropped me off, my phone rang.
"How did you know it was me?" he asked.
"Please!" I said. "I just looked at the caller ID. Besides, I knew you would explode if you couldn't talk to me about Melissa. So, start talking."
"Oh, yeah," he said. "Oh, my god, Cody! Did you see how she let me put my arm around her? I didn't think I'd have the nerve to try, but I did, and she let me!"
I was going to tell him I had indeed noticed, but there was no opportunity. He barely paused to take a breath. The boy was excited.
"After I dropped you off, we drove around for a few minutes and talked," he said. "She really likes me, Cody! She said so!"
"I guess there's no accounting for taste."
"Shut up!" he laughed. "She said she thought I was a really nice guy, but not as in 'I'm a really nice guy but she only wants to be friends.' She dropped a hint about the next school dance. I asked her to go with me, and she said yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! We're also going out again tomorrow night, but this time we're going alone."
I could hear his mother in the background telling him to calm down. I hoped he would. I didn't know if my ear could stand up to the verbal assault.
"Hmm, it doesn't sound like you're mad at me for pushing you into going out with her," I said.
"I was, but not now," he said. "Thank you, Cody. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I'm your slave."
His enthusiasm made me laugh, but I was happy for him. We talked for another forty-five minutes. Well, Mark talked. I mostly listened. I didn't mind, though. I was very pleased that my best friend was so happy. I knew what it was like to find someone.
I know I had enjoyed my evening with Chad and could hardly wait to see what happened with us next. I went to bed, dreaming about my cute boyfriend.
I woke up the next morning, smiling and stretched. I wondered why I was so chipper, then I remembered my date with Chad last night. That only made my usual morning wood even harder than normal.
I slipped on a pair of shorts and padded down the hallway to the bathroom. Someone was already inside, but I didn't have to wait long for Chloe to step out.
"It's all yours," she said.
The mirror was steamy from her shower. I pulled off my shorts and stepped into the bathtub. I turned on the warm water and soaped up. Doing so reminded me of the showers after gym class, which instantly caused my already hard cock to grow even harder. I did what I couldn't do in the showers at school, while picturing my naked classmates in my mind, especially Chad. I moaned quickly after only a few moments, and then rinsed off.
I dried off, put on my shorts and walked back to my room and dressed for the day. I walked downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast as I did every morning. This morning the scent of waffles, bacon and scrambled eggs filled the air. Mom usually fixed a big breakfast on Saturday morning, that way we didn't have to worry about lunch. I then walked into the living room where I joined my parents
"Good morning, son. How was your date last night?" dad asked.
"It was fun, dad," I said. "We went to a movie and then ate pizza afterward."
"I'm glad to hear that," he said.
"You should invite him over some night for supper," mom said. "I'd really like to meet him."
"I will," I told her. "How about next week."
"That will be good," she said. "I'll make sure to fix something special that night. Just let me know when."
She got up a couple of minutes later and went back in the kitchen to check on breakfast, before she came back to the living room and announced that breakfast was ready so we all sat down at the table and helped ourselves.
I made sure to put plenty of butter and syrup on my waffles. I think that anything that involved maple syrup was my favorite breakfast food. I had plenty of time to enjoy breakfast with my family this morning since it wasn't a school day. I had no specific plans for today, although I hoped to spend some time with Chad. I had no idea what we might do, however. It was going to be another cold January day, so there weren't a whole lot of options. I can hardly wait until spring, and then summer finally gets here.
An hour later I went back up to my room and noticed that I had a text from Chad. I quickly read it.
'Call me when you get this,' it said.
I quickly dialed his number and he picked up on the first ring.
"Guess what?" he said as soon as he answered.
"What?" I asked.
"My mom and dad are going out of town for the day. They're driving up to Kansas City to see my grandparents. I managed to talk them into not making me go with them."
Oh, my god, I thought, this could be an interesting day after all.
"What do you have in mind?" I asked.
"I think you know, but just get over here as soon as you can. They've already left so things are clear."
"I'll be there in ten minutes," I said, then hung up.
"Mom, dad, I'm going over to Chad's for a little while," I said as soon as I walked back into the kitchen.
They both looked at me suspiciously for a couple of seconds, then dad said, "just have fun, son. Don't do anything too crazy."
He looked at me with a knowing smile, then looked at mom and nodded his head.
I quickly threw on my coat and walked out the door and got into my car. I quickly backed out of the driveway and drove over to Chad's arriving less than five minutes later. As soon as I pulled into his driveway, he opened the door and I ran inside out of the cold.
I followed him into his room. He peeled off his shirt and my eyes were drawn to his sculpted chest. My eyes fell to his crotch. Damn his bulge was bigger than before. I looked back up and he snared my eyes with his own. The flames of lust were beginning to lick at my crotch. He crossed the short distance between us and ripped my shirt over my head. He grabbed my hand and shoved it onto the bulge in his shorts. I squeezed and he smiled. He pulled back for a moment, and shoved his shorts and boxers down together in one movement and kicked them away. He stood before me completely naked. He was gorgeous.
He stepped toward me once more, gripped my shoulders firmly in his strong hands and pushed down hard. I sank to my knees and found myself staring at his sizable cock. He gripped the back of my head and pushed forward. I gave in to my desires. The next hour was filled with pounding, throbbing wild sex. He moved with strength, confidence and intensity. There was power and masculinity behind his every action. He gave me what I craved; sex with an exciting boy. We weren't nearly finished though.
He pulled me onto his bed. The contact of naked skin on naked skin excited me to new heights of passion. Our hands and tongues were everywhere until I was excited to a fever pitch. He guided me onto my stomach and massaged my shoulders. I purred under the expert care of his hands as they worked up and down my back and butt.
"I want you to moan my name," he whispered into my ear as he nibbled on it and massaged my shoulders more.
He lay full length upon me as I lay face down on his bed.
"Are you ready to lose your virginity Cody?" he whispered to me; his breath hot upon my neck.
"Yes" I replied.
I had never wanted anything more then I wanted this right now. He rubbed up against me and climbed off. I heard him open a bottle as I willed my heart to slow. I was breathing too fast from both arousal and anxiety. He climbed back onto the bed and lowered himself upon me. I felt him pressing against me, and then there was a flash of blinding pain. I cried out. He rubbed my back with his free hand.
"Just take it easy, Cody. I'm sure it hurts a little at first, but I'll go slow."
He held completely still for several moments and then slid deeper into me. I felt as if my insides were on fire and whimpered in pain. He had both hands on my shoulders now, holding me down.
"Just relax, Cody, you know you want it" he told me.
As much as it hurt, I did want it. I'd never before equated pleasure with pain but they had somehow become mixed. My breath came hard and fast as he continued. I cried out in pain again as he went further.
"You're tough Cody. You can take it."
He complimented me even as he seduced me into submitting to his needs and desires. I groaned with pain once more and then he was all the way in.
"Easy, easy," he whispered as he lay on top of me. "Calm down."
I fought to control my breath and my racing heart. He held perfectly still for several seconds and then began to thrust. I concentrated on relaxing and as I did so the pain eased and I began to experience pleasure. I relaxed even more as I sought out the pleasure and experienced the excitement of what Chad was doing to me.
Five minutes later I was moaning his name. A few minutes more and he cried out in ecstasy. I cried out with release too. I'd never experienced anything so intense. When he pulled out, I rolled onto my back, still breathing hard, covered with a sheen of sweat. My virginity was gone. Chad just grinned at me and we started kissing.
"You're okay with what we just did right?" he asked. "I mean you wanted it didn't you? I didn't…"
"I more than wanted it Chad," I told him. I burned for it. I've wanted it since we first became boyfriends. Why?"
"I was just worried that maybe I moved too fast," he said.
"I'm glad you did. If I didn't want you, would I have let you put the moves on me like you did? I can't tell you how much I wanted that, how much I needed it."
"Me too," he replied. "I feel so relaxed now."
"It was nice," I told him. "I mean nice in the best possible way, not as in it was nice but not great. It was intense, and incredible, but it was more than that. It made me feel…wow!"
"I know what you mean," he said.
We said nothing for several minutes, just lying there in each other's arms. I don't think either of us wanted to ruin the moment. We'd shared something special. Some might say that what happened between us was just sex, but there was something more there, and it was a hundred times more wonderful than I had ever imagined it might be.
We then took a quick shower before I took him by the hand and led him back to the bed. We didn't make love right away, just climbed under the covers and held each other close as we drifted off to sleep.
We woke up about an hour later and everything was a repeat of what we had done earlier, but if anything, it was more intense. We made out like nobody's business, and our hands roamed freely. I worked my hands all over his chest and stomach and felt his naked torso. His skin was soft and silky, but the muscles underneath were hard and twitched with his least movement. We kissed and kissed while our tongues entwined. There couldn't be anything sexier than making out. Him and I were all over each other, and after a while and our hands were busy at work. I almost couldn't stand the pleasure of it. Before he even had time to react, I lowered my face to his lap and engulfed him.
"Oh, my fucking god" he said as he squirmed beneath me. "Oh man! That feels so fucking good."
Never had I delighted in giving another person such pleasure. This was something special between Chad and me. He withed and moaned, and gasped for breath.
"Cody, I'm gonna… I'm gonna…"
He groaned loudly and lost control. I kept right on going as my boyfriend experienced the ultimate release. Only when he stopped bucking his hips and moaning did I sit up again.
"It looks like you finished too" he said, grinning and looking at my moist stomach.
"Yeah, it was just that hot" I said.
We lay there for several minutes before I proceeded to do to him what he had done to me earlier. Needless to say, it was hotter than I had ever imagined. I never knew that something could feel so good, or be so much fun. Chad seemed to enjoy it just as much, if his moans were any indication.
I tried to last as long as I could, but everything felt so good that I couldn't hold out for long before I cried out and lost control myself. After I had shot my load deep inside of Chad, I collapsed on top of him and we both lay there panting, trying to catch our breath.
After we had lay there for about ten minutes, we both got up and took another shower together. Sex is the most fun two people can do together in my opinion, but it tends to leave somewhat of a mess, especially when you have no idea what to do. I'm sure we'll figure things out as we go along.
"Let's get dressed and go get something to eat," he said. "I don't know about you, but I'm hungry as hell."
I wasn't all that much, not after that big breakfast mom had fixed earlier, but I'm sure I will be later. Everything we had just done took a lot of energy after all.
We ended up at the Hornet's Nest , where we both ordered a double cheese burger, fries and a coke. We sat there and enjoyed our meal while we discussed what we were going to do now.
"We can just go back to your house, get naked, and fuck again," I said.
"Oh, we'll definitely do that," he said, "but we can't stay in bed all day. Let's go to Joplin later and see what's going on at the mall. We can check out a movie after that.
"That sounds good," I said. "There must be something worth watching."
I quickly called mom and let her know that I was going over to Joplin to probably see another movie, and then we got in my car and headed out.
We arrived at Northpark Mall an hour later and went inside to walk around. The next showing of the newest Batman movie didn't start for another hour so we had time to kill.
The mall wasn't really all that busy, but that's not unusual considering how cold it is outside. I wouldn't normally want to get out myself, but spending time with my boyfriend was different.
As expected, the movie was really good, but I was surprised that it was over three hours long. It seemed to drag in places but overall was something I really enjoyed. Of course, I would have enjoyed watching paint dry if I was sitting next to Chad, holding his hand. This time it was just the two of us, so we didn't have to listen to Mark and Melissa, not that I hadn't enjoyed spending last night with them.
After we left the theater, we stopped at Long John Silver's to grab something to eat before driving back to Chouteau. We arrived back home an hour later and proceeded to pick up where we had left off this morning. I finally ended up going home around ten o'clock. I thought about staying the night, but I didn't want to push things with my parents. They have been really cool about me being gay and having a boyfriend, but figured they would draw the line at me staying the night with him, especially if they found out his parents weren't home.
During lunch on Monday, our table was forced to hear about Mark's happiness. We were a captive audience, at least until we finished our meat loaf, corn, and mashed potatoes. He went on and on about Melissa.
"Have you had to listen to this all weekend?" Tanner asked me when there was a rare pause in Mark's verbal barrage.
"Oh yeah!" I said. "He's so disgustingly happy I think I'm going to be sick."
Mark just looked at me and laughed.
"Oh, Melissa, I love you so much," Kurt said, trying to imitate Mark's voice. He held his hands to his heart. He sounded completely sappy. "I'll do anything for you. Let me kiss the ground you walk upon."
"You guys are just jealous," Mark said, grinning.
"How long do you think he'll be like this?" Derek, who was sitting near, asked.
"Who knows? This could go on for weeks," I said.
"We'll never survive it," Tanner said.
Nothing we said fazed Mark. His abundant happiness made him invulnerable to all attacks. I looked over at Melissa, but she was just smiling and saying nothing. She didn't seem upset, however, by what Mark was saying.
Chance and Leslie weren't even paying attention. They were only interested in themselves. I hadn't even thought to ask them how their date on Saturday night had gone. I was too caught up in listening to Mark go on and on.
"I think we're just going to have to ride it out, guys," I said.
"Well, this is your fault," Tommy said.
I'd told everyone how I had forced Mark to ask Melissa out. I'd left out the way he tripped over his own words.
"How was I supposed to know she would actually like him?" I asked, as if the concept were foreign to me.
"True," Tanner said. "I can't picture any girl actually liking Mark. I guess you aren't to blame. Maybe Melissa is actually an alien or something. I bet she's not human."
"Oh, did I tell you guys we held hands during the movie and all the way home after we ate?" Mark asked.
My best friend was either oblivious to our comments or just didn't care. The boy had it bad. And poor Mark thought he'd never find a girl.
After school, Chad and I drove toward home. Mom and dad had both said they would like to meet him, and mom had told me to invite him for supper. We had only been going together for a little over a week, but I couldn't have been happier.
"I still can't believe it," I said, speaking a thought out loud.
"Can't believe what?" he asked.
"That you're my boyfriend," I answered. "I've never been happier in my life. And mom and dad want to meet you. How cool is that?"
We had already passed his house and were nearly home. Dad wasn't home yet, but mom was in the kitchen, already beginning the preparations for supper. Every day she cooked for dad, Chloe, and me, although we always tried to help her out. She stopped peeling potatoes long enough to give me a hug.
"Mom, this is Chad," I introduced. "Chad, this is my mom."
"Hello, Chad," she said.
"Hi, Ms. Jacobsen."
"You boys want any cookies or anything?" she asked. "Supper won't be ready for a couple of hours."
"Thanks, Ms. Jacobsen," Chad said, pulling out his phone. "I should call my mom and let her know where I'm at."
I poured Chad and myself glasses of milk while he called home. We sat at the kitchen table, snacking on chocolate chip cookies while chatting with my mom. She gazed at Chad with interest. It appeared that she approved of my relationship with him.
As we sat there, I thought again of how lucky I was in the parent department, and their understanding when it came to me being gay. I knew a lot of kids didn't have it as good as I did.
The two of us retreated to my room after we'd eaten a few cookies. I was tempted to lock my bedroom door so we could make love, but this might have been going a step too far. My parents knew I liked boys, and Chad was obviously a boy, so… well, you get my point. That didn't stop me from grabbing him, pulling him to me, and slipping my tongue into his mouth. We stood there, holding each other so tightly that we could barely breathe, while we made out like crazy.
We both got all worked up in seconds, but we controlled ourselves. It was a good thing, too, for after about five minutes there was a knock on the door, followed quickly by my mother delivering clean laundry. We had no trouble pulling apart in time, but had we been undressed there would've been no hiding what we were doing. If I'd locked the door, she would have been suspicious ever after.
I think she might have been suspicious anyway, but we looked innocent enough as she entered. She left the basket of laundry and returned to the kitchen, closing the door behind her.
"Do you think she was checking up on us?" he asked.
"What do you think? Mom quit in the middle of preparing supper to deliver laundry I could have brought up myself. She was definitely checking to see if we were up to something."
"I'd very much like to be up to something," he said.
"Me, too," I said with longing.
We began to kiss again. It was amazing how sexy making out made me feel. It was amazing how my body reacted to it. You'd think my lips were directly linked to my dick. Running my tongue along his, while our lips caressed, drove me out of my mind with need.
We sank onto the bed and continued kissing. As much as we wanted to, we went no further. It was frustrating in the extreme, but just being able to hold him and kiss him filled me with bliss. We kept making out for a good half hour.
Not two minutes after we finished, mom knocked on the door and quickly entered, this time to ask if Chad preferred his iced tea with sugar or without. We were both innocently sitting apart on my bed, giving no indication we'd just been making out. She departed, hopefully convinced we hadn't been doing what we'd been doing.
"Definitely checking up on us," he said.
"I guess it's to be expected," I said. "If I liked girls, I probably wouldn't even be allowed to have one in my room."
"Wow, so there are advantages to being gay," he said.
An hour later, mom called us down for supper. We had taken pity on her and opened my bedroom door, so her checks were limited to occasionally walking past. Serious love making was going to be a problem. We'd have to either do it before our parents got home, or hope they went out of town for the day.
Chad and I sat down at the table in the dining room with mom, dad, and Chloe. I noticed that Chloe kept checking out Chad with renewed interest. Not that I blame her. Chad is a hot guy after all.
Supper consisted of fried chicken, mashed potatoes with milk gravy, green beans, corn, freshly baled rolls, and chocolate cake. It was typical fare to us, except for the cake. We normally don't have dessert unless we have company.
Chad was witty, entertaining, and out going at supper. He seemed more at ease than I had expected. I could tell that mom and dad liked him, which made me happy.
I took him home after supper. This was another opportunity to spend yet more time with him, and sneak in a kiss or two.
"Well, that seemed to go well," I said. "I think my parents like you. And I know Chloe does as well. Did you see the way she kept looking at you?"
"I noticed that," he said, "but she's out of luck. I already have someone."
We arrived at his house a few minutes later. I walked him to his door. He invited me in, but I decided I'd better not.
"It's dark out and they'll expect me home soon," I said. "But we'll make up for it tomorrow."
I pulled him into my arms and we kissed. We held each other tight as we began to make out again. I wanted to rip his clothes off and go at it, but I controlled myself. I sighed with contentment. I loved the feeling of closeness that being with him gave me. Whether we were making out, or making love, I felt as if we were connected. Maybe that was the whole idea of sex. Maybe that's why sex created such intense physical pleasure. Perhaps it was meant to be create an intimate bond that continued long after the sex was over. I felt that connection to Chad. I was glad things had worked out the way they had.
When I had written that silly note, I was hoping for a different result, but things had worked out so much better than I could have hoped for. Of course, the note really had nothing to do with it; Chad would have asked me out anyway, but it just seemed kind of ironic that he had asked me the very day that I had met Chance.
Anyway, Chance and Leslie seem happy together, he's all she can talk about when I see her, and things were going well between Mark and Melissa.
I was happy for both my best friend and my best girl friend. Things couldn't be better. I can only see things getting better between Chad and me, but we've only been dating for about a month, so who knows what might happen in the next two years. I'd like to continue dating him at least through high school, and hopefully after as well.
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