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Catching Thomas: Chapter 1
I'd known him for years. We went to elementary all the way to high school together. We'd always had classes together. His name was Thomas and he was the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen. He had dirty blond hair and emerald green eyes. He was about 5' 11" with broad shoulders and great thighs. His best feature, might I say, was his ass. He was always showing it off,. He constantly wore tight, short shorts, even in the winter. When he wasn't wearing shorts, he wore tight, slim fitting sweatpants that outlined his ass perfectly. His clothes didn't leave much to the imagination, except his dick. I'd never seen it, the outline or the actual thing, but I was dying too.
Now, about me. My name is Connor Grant. I'm 17, a senior in high school, and I'm gay. I'm out, but I don't think news has spread much around the school. I always encounter people who don't know and I have to come out all over again. Anyway, I'm 5' 9", not much muscle, but not much fat either. I'd say I'm good looking, but I don't get much attention from anyone for my looks so who knows.
My best friend's name is Eric. He and I have been friends since, gosh, I don't know, maybe third grade? We live in the same neighborhood, not neighbors, but close. We're always together, to the point where, when I came out, people asked if we were dating. That would be a no. Eric isn't gay. It'd be cool if he were, but I've kinda let that go. I'll say he is cute and I'd be lying if I didn't have a little bit of a crush on him, but I've just accepted that nothing will ever happen between us, well, other than was has happened, but I'll get into that later. He obviously knows that I'm gay, but he's always been cool about it. We even talk about guys sometimes. He's great. He's my best friend, obviously, but also basically my only friend.
Anyway, this story all starts in gym class. Thomas, Eric, and I all had the same class together. I took glances at Thomas any chance I could. I was practically drooling over him every class. He was always hanging out with the other hot jock guys in one of the corners when we weren't busy with gym activities.
Mr. Brennan, our gym teacher, was an older, former football coach, but he really didn't teach much. He also didn't really care what we did, as long as it didn't bother him and we did the work we needed to. Everyone loved Mr. Brennan, he was pretty chill.
"You going to do something or just keep drooling," Eric said, waking me from my daydreaming.
"What, what do you mean"
"I mean, go talk to him. You've been drooling over him for years. Ever since he got, well, like that," Eric nodded to Thomas.
"I'll never have the balls to. Its not like he's gay or anything. He'd probably just beat me up and then go tell his friends about how a fag just hit on him," I replied, disappointed because I knew nothing could ever happen between me and that beautiful boy.
"He's not that kind of guy, you know that"
"Yeah, I know., but still, he'd do something like that," I said, still staring at Thomas. Just then he lifted up his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow, showing of his perfect 6-pack abs.
"I think drool just actually came out of you mouth," Eric said, laughing to himself. I saw the girls around the class staring over at Thomas and his friends too. Even some of the other guys did too. All the girls wanted him and all of the guys wanted to be him. Like I said, he was perfect, so I didn't blame them. A few minutes later the clock turned to 2:40, 5 minutes before class was over, which meant it was time to get changed and head home. I drove home and so did Eric, but he had soccer practice basically right after school, so I normally just took my time in the locker room while he, and the rest of the guys in there, hurried out.
As we were changing, I couldn't help but take peeks at Thomas. Eventually his friends left and it was just him left, changing by himself. He often brought totally new clothes to change into. Sometimes, he even showered. Today was one of those days. After his friends left, he undressed and walked to the showers in his underwear. I heard the showers turn on and the curtain being pulled. My heart leapt everytime he did this.
"I'm telling you, you should do something. If not with him, then with someone at least," Eric said, indicating to my pants.
"Fuck off. It'll never happen"
"Whatever. Your loss. See ya later," Eric had finished changing and walked out of the locker room, leaving Thomas and I alone. After a few moments, I heard the shower turn off and Thomas walked back into the room with only a towel around his waist. As I was putting my shoes on, I glanced over to see him him completely naked. He had taken off the towel and was drying off. I'd never seen him like this. His ass was just as brilliant without clothes on as it was with his tight shorts, even more so. As he dried off, he turned around to see me there.
"Oh fuck, sorry I didn't know you were still here Connor. Shit. Sorry man," Thomas said, covering himself up. I had been caught, and my face showed it. "You good man?"
"Uh, yeah, yeah, I'm good thanks. You just, uh, you have a great body man," I said, trying to sound bro-ish.
`"Thanks man, it takes a lot of work, ha ha. Your not bad yourself. Not ripped, but in good shape."
I was in awe. I had no clue what to say. "Could you maybe show me show me some workouts sometime?" I blurted out, surprising myself and totally ruining the situation.
"Uh, sure man, I'd be happy to." I totally thought I'd fucked up the situation, but maybe not. "Do you have a snapchat?" Thomas asked.
"Y-yeah, yeah I do."
"Here," he said, grabbing his phone and walking over to me, still just in his towel. "Here's my snapcode." He held out his phone as I fumbled for my phone and scanned it.
"Th-thanks man," I said, scanning the code and then his body. I looked up and our eyes met for a moment.
"No problem. I work out most days. On my own mainly. I have a workout room in my house that I use. Text me later, we could work out a day and you could come over and I could show you a few things," he explained, giving me his killer smile. I swear, I almost fainted. Thomas Klein had just invited me to work out with him. At his house. Alone.
"Thanks man, I-I really appreciate it."
"Yeah of course, just let me know," he said, walking back over to his stuff.
"Okay, sounds good," I said, grabbing my bag and heading for the door. "Thanks!" I yelled back.
I ran down the hallway, out the main doors and too my car. I had to text Eric and tell him what happened. I just got a `date' with Thomas Klein.
To be continued...
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