This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, events or locales is purely coincidental and no slanderous intent is implied. Email me with your comments at clifhar0@gmail.com
Chapter 1
Anton woke up to his blaring alarm and groaned. 5:45 was way too early in the morning for any human to be awake. He fumbled around on his nightstand trying to find his phone in order to turn it off. Only after knocking his glasses to the ground was he successful. He slowly swung his legs out of bed and reached down to pick them up so that he could see during his walk to the bathroom. Only as he was waiting for the shower to warm up did he realize that he was sporting pretty significant morning wood. Anton turned to look at his body in the mirror. He grimaced at what he saw. He didn't like the way glasses looked on him, which is why he always wore contacts. They let his green eyes show a bit more clearly. He was 5'7", which was short, but once he styled his dark brown hair he knew that it would make him look at least a few inches taller. He continued looking down his body. His chest was slightly developed, not really muscular but definitely not flabby. His stomach was similarly smooth, and if he flexed hard enough you could barely see the outline of a six pack. He was still wearing his baby blue briefs, which were poking pretty far out due to his erect dick.
He slowly slid the briefs down, allowing his cock to slap up against his stomach. Although Anton made sure to always completely shave his happy trail, he allowed a little bit of his black pubic hair to grow around his circumcised six and a half inch cock (not bad for a 16 year old). Anton tended to be self- conscious and so had spent a lot of time watching what he ate and running a few times a week. Marching band helped keep him in shape too. He was actually proud of the results he had seen and while he would never call himself hot, he could definitely appreciate his own body. He was especially proud of his bubble butt, which he knew was his best feature.
Only when the mirror began to steam up and block his view did he realize that he had started slowly jerking his dick. Although he was always horny (what high schooler wasn't) he reluctantly forced himself to stop and got in the shower. Anton wasn't poor, but his family wasn't rich either and he often got yelled at by his parents for taking long showers and racking up the bills. He quickly washed his hair, wistfully gave his dick a few more shampoo-covered tugs and turned off the shower.
Anton guiltily thought how glad he was that his sister was still off at college for a few more days before fall break, allowing him to use the bathroom to get ready for school for as long as he wanted without having her complain about how long he was taking. He knew most guys his age didn't spend as long on their appearance, but Anton couldn't stand the feeling of walking into school knowing he looked like crap. Half an hour later he emerged from the bathroom and began to get ready for school. He had just gotten dressed and was halfway through his breakfast when he heard a car pull up to the driveway.
"Bye mom!" He yelled as he left his partially eaten toast on table and went outside.
His mom yelled something back about having a great day at school. Anton quickly threw his trumpet case in the trunk of the waiting car that belonged to his best friend Cassie. Cassie was a year older than Anton so she was able to drive by herself. Since she only lived a few neighborhoods away she always gave him a ride to and from their high school. Anton hopped into the passenger seat.
"Ugh, why do you have to be gay?" She lamented after looking him over.
"Hey, you make me wish I was straight too." Anton joked back.
Cassie made no secret that she thought Anton was one of the hottest guys at school, which Anton could never understand. He thought it was probably because he actually took time to get ready in the morning instead of just rolling out of bed and putting on sweatpants like Cassie did. At least today she had washed her curly brown hair. Regardless, her constant "flirting" led many people at school to think that she and Anton were secretly dating, something Anton did nothing to stop.
Although he had come out to Cassie and Harper, his older sister, he still tried his hardest to hide the fact that he was gay from everyone else. Being a shy kid in the band got him made fun of enough, he definitely didn't need everyone at school to know that he went crazy over shirtless guys. Thankfully, Anton didn't have a "gay" voice, so he was able to hide it fairly well.
10 minutes later, after Cassie's daily coffee pit stop, Cassie pulled into the school parking lot. Right before she made the final turn into her spot, Anton snapped his hand over to grab Cassie's arm. In her sleepy state she had almost hit a group of students crossing over to the sidewalk.
"Watch out!" He yelled, but she had already hit the brakes.
"Yeah, yeah, calm down." She mumbled.
Anton realized that the group of students included Davie Harris, the quarterback on the football team and the hottest guy in the school. He had fantasized about him many times while masturbating late at night, as he was sure half of the girls at his school did. He kept watching him as Cassie finished parking the car.
"You ok?" She smirked, looking over and knowing exactly what was going on. She could always tell when he was crushing on a guy.
"Jealous?" He joked back. She snorted and opened her door.
Anton silently sat through his first few classes. Although he could be energetic and joke around with Cassie, he was very shy in places with a lot of other people. The only class that he could open up even a little bit in was band. He knew it was sort of geeky but he loved playing the trumpet, and it was one of the only things he was truly good at (he was first chair of the trumpet section).
Band was his last class before lunch and he was always one of the first ones there since his locker was so close to the band room. Today was no different, and he was soon sitting in his chair and getting out his music folder as the other students walked in.
"Hey Alex, how was the party at Victoria's last night?"
Anton silently groaned as he heard the deep voice that belonged to Kyle, one of the other trumpet players, as a group of students walked in.
"Maybe if you hadn't been home playing chess with your grandmother you could have found out for yourself."
"Don't be an asshole, you know I had to watch my little brothers. Plus, at least when I go to parties I actually drink liquor instead of those gay pussy drinks you like." Kyle shot back.
The worst part about band was dealing with Kyle. Kyle was always making jokes and never took band seriously. He was not only the worst trumpet player in the band, but probably the worst player of any instrument. Anton had no idea how Kyle had made the marching band this year. At least Kyle didn't pick on him as much as he picked on some of the other band members. If he got in a bad mood he could be a real dick.
Kyle shuffled past Anton's music stand to get to his seat at the end of the row, almost knocking off all his sheet music. As much as he himself for doing it, Anton couldn't help but stare at Kyle's ass as he went past. Although very annoying, Kyle certainly had a lot working for him in the looks department. He was about 5'10", had jet black hair, and chestnut brown eyes. He was very slim too, which didn't match his deep voice.
Class was fairly normal. They continued practicing a part of their halftime routine that they kept messing up at each week's football game. Of course, Anton blamed Kyle, who always came in a beat earlier than the rest of the trumpet section, most of the time in the wrong key. As the class went on the band director slowly grew more and more frustrated with their performance. Thankfully, the bell rang before he started into one of his shouting rants and the class quickly left the room.
Anton dropped his backpack off at his locker, went through the cafeteria line, and went over to the table he usually sat at with Cassie. However, today Cassie wasn't sitting at the table yet, which was weird because she usually was there before Anton since she brought her lunch from home. When she did arrive, Anton knew something was up because her cheeks were red and her eyes were sparkling.
"Are you ok?" Anton asked.
"Am I ever." She answered. "Guess who was just flirting with me in English?" Anton rolled his eyes. "Ugh, I should have known that's what was up. Are we really going to go through this again?" Anton asked. Cassie was always saying how some stud was trying to get with her. She hadn't been right once.
"I KNEW you would say that," Cassie jumped in, "but this time I have proof!"
She pulled out her phone and after a quick glance at the nearby tables showed Anton her screen. She had a text message open from an unsaved number that read, "Thanks for your number, here's mine ;)" Anton bit his lip, trying to find a non-flirting explanation. Finally he said "Fine, who is this prince charming?"
"Davie Harris!" She gleefully said. "He joked with me about how I almost hit him this morning and he ended up asking for my number. His friends were all watching and grinning too."
Anton was surprised. True, Cassie was pretty attractive even though she didn't spend much time on her appearance but Davie seemed way out of her league.
"Are you sure he wasn't just messing with you?" Anton asked.
"Wow, jerkface." Cassie said back. "Just because you can't get in his pants doesn't mean the rest of us can't try."
"Shhhh!" Anton replied. He got nervous whenever Cassie talked about his sexuality at school. "I just am surprised is all."
Cassie wasn't listening to him, she had just gotten another text.
"Oh my god, he wants to go to the movies tonight. I can't believe it. Would it be too forward to try to get a kiss there?"
The rest of lunch was spent talking about how crazy Cassie was for Davie. It didn't stop after lunch either, Anton kept getting excited texts in the middle of his classes from Cassie as she and Davie kept setting up their date for the night. After some begging from Cassie, Anton would go over to Cassie's house after school so that he could help her get ready. Anton's parents wouldn't mind, he went over to Cassie's house so often after school that it was almost like his second home.
When he did get to her house though, he instantly regretted it. Cassie spent over an hour trying on different clothes and changing her makeup, all the while freaking out about what she would do that night.
"Ok, do you like the nails on my right hand or left hand better?" She asked.
Anton started feeling a little uneasy, but couldn't figure out why.
"Ok, well Davie is a guy, so he probably doesn't give two farts what color your nails are honestly," Anton joked, "why don't you spend your time finding a lower cut shirt if you really want to hook him in."
Cassie scoffed, but Anton saw her go back into her closet as she took off her shirt. He decided that he must be feeling weird because of the attention that Cassie was spending on this guy that she didn't even really know yet. Sure he was hot, but this ability of someone as popular as Davie to captivate someone's interest like this is what Anton hated about high school. Not that he could really blame her he supposed. Plus, as much as Anton knew Cassie's interest in him was a semi-joke, he still enjoyed the attention she usually spent on him.
Finally, 7:00 came and Cassie and Anton were sitting on the sofa in Cassie's living room waiting for Davie to show up.
"Alright, make sure you keep me updated as the night goes on. And PLEASE don't chew popcorn with your mouth open." Anton said.
"Pssh, I haven't done that in like two weeks." She grinned over at him. "Hey, are you alright?" Cassie asked. "You've been acting a little bit weird."
"I'm fine." Anton said back a little too quickly.
"You're not jealous are you?" Cassie asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I guess I let your fake flirting with me get to my head a little too much." Anton admitted. "I'm sorry, I should be more excited that you have a date with the hottest guy in school."
Cassie laughed. "Not that type of jealous. I meant are you jealous Davie chose to be alone with me in a dark room instead of you? I saw the way you were looking at him this morning. You would love to run your hands over his body wouldn't you?"
"Wow Cassie," Anton laughed back, "how are you thinking dirtier than me?" Although he had to admit that the idea of getting Davie's shirt of his athletic body sent a spark of energy down his spine.
Just then the doorbell rang. Cassie jumped up off the sofa and as she opened the door Anton had to stifle a gasp. Davie was standing at the door looking hotter than ever. He was a tall 6'2" with short wavy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He was wearing a tight shirt that showed off every ripple of his muscular torso and abs. His lower half was clad in some close -fitting dark blue jeans.
"Hey Cassie, you look good! Ready to go?" Davie asked in his smooth voice that drove all the girls at school crazy.
"Oh thanks, I just threw this on after school." Cassie said, lying through her teeth. "Let me get my phone and we can head out."
As she came back to the sofa to grab her phone Kyle's eyes wandered over to where Anton was still sitting. His expression changed slightly, but Anton couldn't tell what it was. He was probably taken aback by how Anton was gawking at him. Anton quickly closed his mouth which he realized was hanging wide open.
"Alright," Cassie said. "See you later Anton!"
She quickly walked out the door and Davie, after another quick look at Anton, followed. Anton caught a quick look at his muscular ass fighting to be contained in those jeans before the door shut. Only then did he realize that his own cock was throbbing underneath his own jeans.
Sorry, I know there wasn't much action in this chapter, but I had to set everything up. This is my first time writing so let me know what you all think.