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Drew returned from his jerking-off session in the bathroom and sat down next to me again in Algebra.
"Had fun?" I smirked.
He grinned, staring in front of him. "I even got some on my shorts." He pointed to a faded, white spot on his upper left thigh.
What I would've given to see that, I thought to myself. I pictured Drew in a stall, his dick protruding from his open fly and his hand around that stiff rod, going back and forth until he came. My dick was stiffening as I thought that up but, luckily, I was wearing jeans.
Drew broke through my thoughts: "So you're comin' over today, after-school, right?"
I hastily nodded. I had no idea how to ask him "Hey, you're a really hot guy I've been dreaming of since we were 12--can I suck your dick?" when I'd be over at his house. Hell, I had no idea if even other friends would be there, or his siblings. Or if he even had siblings...
"Hey, Drew," I steadily asked. He turned his head to me. "Um, are you an only child?"
"Nawh. Got a sister, though, who's just graduated post-college. She's in Nebraska now, doin' God-knows-what."
I nodded. "Cool. At least there's no one there--." I already said too much.
Drew was still staring into space when my sentence broke off. He noticed, though, that I didn't finish.
"Yep, just you and me, Luke," he said casually.
I sighed. Good thing he didn't notice my satisfaction of us being alone.
We didn't speak until the bell rang. We didn't talk to anyone else, either--just did some of the review Mr. Z gave us.
The bell rang. Drew was next to me, with Tanner behind him. "So I'll see you at my place, then."
I nodded, "Yup. I'll be there at 3."
"Alright Luke." Then he headed in the opposite direction with Tanner.
Biology was my next class. It's... interesting. The teacher was a somewhat tall lady with blonde hair and glasses, and always spoke of science. The class was talkative and, at many times, obnoxious, but it was a fun period, overall. Unfortunately, there were no hotties in the class that caught my attention, looks- and personality-wise. Many of them were just dumb-asses that screwed around 24/7. I had one friend that I liked to talk to a lot, and her name was Jay, but she wasn't here today. I felt very lonesome as we learned about a sunflower's molecular structure.
My next class was French, or Français (pronounced Fraun-scua; that's all the French I know). The teacher was instructive, but strict, the French-wannabe students were already acting like Parisians: snobby and dismal, and I was the only freshman there--everyone else were Juniors and Seniors. I was texting the entire class period, just to pass the time.
At long last, the bell rang and I headed to my last class before lunch hour: Language Arts. The teacher was truly awesome: she was in her mid-twenties, from California, and punished people by shooting her Nerf gun at them. She was hilarious; unfortunately, I'll only have her as my English teacher again when I'm a Junior. Concerning hotties, I was lucky to sit next to one of them in the classroom: Logan.
Logan was an unusual type that I never thought I'd be around him. When I first saw him, at the beginning of the school year, I thought I struck gold. He looked like Josh Hutcherson, only naturally blond, normal build, blue eyes, and a slightly hooked nose, similar to Tanner's. He didn't talk much, but instead waited for someone else to strike up a conversation. He used to have a girlfriend, but he dumped her.
Another hottie in the class was a guy I sat in front of: Brett. He wasn't the same Brett like the one in the beginning of the story: this Brett is really tall for a freshman (probably around 6 feet tall), blue eyes, short dark-brown hair, and really shy. At the beginning of the school year, he didn't talk with anybody until 3 weeks later. I wasn't able to stand at his side for almost a month without him flinching away (he's not homophobic; just an introvert). I've always wondered how big an abnormally tall guy's dick is when he's a young age: is it a normal 4-5 inches, or like a Junior or Senior's dick of 7 inches or more? I'd really like to find out...
English hour ended, and so did Shakespeare lessons. I went downstairs and met up with the whole group outside, as we usually do. This time, we decided to go and stay inside since the weather was getting hotter by the day. I don't usually eat lunch at school, but just wander around and talk with other people, or hang out with the other guys in our clique. Today, I decided to stay with our clique: Drew, me, a guy named Charles, Brett (not the one from English), and Tanner, who visits us on occassion.
Lunch hour was over, and I had one other class before the end of the day: Sketching class. I am very good with free-hand sketching, although I never admit it when people praise my work. When I was in elementary school, I loved Pokémon (I still do, but I don't idol it as much as I used to) that I drew the Legendaries from pictures on the Internet, framed them, and hung them on my bedroom wall. I never took them down, because I didn't want to be ashamed of hours of work I put into making them.
Sketching class was a very small class--only about 17 people were in that class. There used to be almost 40 at the beginning of the school year, though. Yet, once the newbies knew that this wasn't a class for them, they all dropped out. Mr. Salco was young, probably in his early 30s. Today, he explained to us something we're going to do that we've only seen in movies: sketching a nude model.
"Now, I know that some of you in here are fairly young for this kinda thing. I don't wanna have to send home a notice notifying your parents about this unit because we're already behind in our lessons for the year. We're in Unit 3.8 currently, but we're supposed to be in 4.6 now, if we're gonna cover all 10 lessons this year. So today, we're starting without parental consent, but for those of you who cannot handle this, please speak up now, and I'll send you next door for the period. For those of you who leave, missing this lesson won't count against you, but I'm giving you an alternate assignment to do."
There were a few girls and a few guys that stood up and went to Mr. Salco, requesting to leave during the class's social time before the start of the lesson.
Then, after the immature girls and guys left, Mr. Salco called me to his desk. I wasn't surprised because I knew that he would ask me if I could handle it. I hated that freshmen were always considered immature and stupid by upper-classmen, although most upper-classmen wouldn't put it so much that way...
I stood up and walked over to his desk. "Well. You probably already know why I beckoned you here, Luke."
"Yep. You're wondering if I'm mature enough to handle the upcoming nude model," I said bluntly.
"Well, not only that, but the model is gonna be a guy. And, if you haven't noticed, you're the only freshman still here that didn't leave."
That caught me off guard. I scanned the room and, sure enough, all of the freshmen were gone. All that were left were a handful of sophomores; the rest were Juniors and two Seniors.
I was taken aback. "Wow."
"So, I know that you know that you can handle it, but if you can't, please just leave. You don't have to say a word. OK?"
"Got it."
"OK, then. We might as well get started."
Mr. Salco sat up from his desk and told us that we had the rest of the class period to sketch the model, but that everyone would remain silent. With that, he welcomed in a guy named Peter. He was in this class, and he was really hot. He was my dream guy (aside from Drew), perfect in every aspect, except age: he just turned 18.
Peter was wearing a navy-colored bathrobe that he'd take off and allow us to sketch him. He was well built, with the body of a football player, had blond hair, and forest-green eyes. There was also a rumor that he had no body hair except for eyebrows and head hair. I loved guys like that.
Mr. Salco said, "OK, Peter. Whenever you wanna, go ahead."
Peter was quivering like a rabbit on drugs. "Um, yeah." And with that, he slowly shed the robe.
My dick hurt like a bitch as soon as his skin was exposed. The no-body-hair rumors were true: his body was completely clean, with a perfect tan hard to get naturally, or so they say. My eyes quickly made their way to his crotch area: a big, limp dick hung there, and his balls were hanging nicely, perfectly situated behind his organ.
I felt myself staring at him, and then quickly started sketching. As I looked up at Peter's dick again, I caught him staring at me. I gave a small smile, which made his penis begin to grow. I pretended not to notice, though, as his face started flushing.
I'm gonna do somethin' with him, I thought as I sketched Peter's arms, before he graduates in May. I finished the sketch and started shading. When I completely finished, I had to pass Peter to get to the teacher's desk. I'm gonna have some fun...
As I passed by Peter, I reached out and stroked his cock without anyone noticing. He didn't flinch or moan, but just stood there. I handed the sketch to Mr. Salco, who was on his laptop, and returned back to my desk. I stared at Peter, and he stared back with a grin on his face. I grabbed his dick again, surprised how a guy could carry this sack around.
I returned to my desk calmly, now almost certain that Peter and I would have some fun together after class.
My prediction was true. As I headed down the small, quiet alley towards my house, a silver Chevy Camaro stopped behind me--the newest model. In the driver's seat was Peter. I wasn't able to tell what he was doing in the car, because of the dark tint and the sun's reflection on the windshield. I knew it was him 'cause I saw him driving the same Camaro with an Autobot emblem on the hood of the muscle car.
He didn't get out of the car, but instead stuck his head out and shouted, "Come on, dude!" I grinned and ran to the car.
Peter was inside, and naked. I was shocked, and he probably saw it on my face, because he chuckled and said, "The tint's so dark that anyone could come within a foot of the window and still not see anything but his own reflection. It's great--you do it, too."
"Sure, I guess. But where're we goin'?" I asked.
"Nowhere. Now get in the back before you burn in the heat, 'cause you're sweatin' like an ass."
He rolled down the back window, and I threw in my backpack. Climbing in, I started shedding my clothes. Peter rolled up all the windows, causing the night to become day--at least in the car. Then he turned on the interior lights. "Don't worry; even with these LEDs on, no one can see inside."
"Uh, just wondering, but isn't it wrong to have dark tinting even on the driver's window?"
He laughed. "Well, I paid a hell of a lot of money to get my windows all black, and even now I have to carry a permit with me 'cause of these black windows."
"But enough of that. Let's start talking--"
"Ya know, if this is about me grabbing your cock, I'm real sorry; I'm just really horny all the time."
"So you're gay?" he asked casually.
I hesitated on that one. "Well, I don't actually know."
"Lemme help you there. Have you ever done it with another guy?"
"No," I replied.
"Then that just means that you're struggling with sexuality. It's fine--I went through that, too."
"So you're fine with being alone with a gay guy in the car? Your car?" I inquired.
"Sure. I'm gay, too."