Hi. My name is Scott Johnson. I'm a sophmore in high school. This is how I got the guy.
You've probably read one of those hookup stories where the protagonist has a one night stand with some random guy. This is not one of those stories.
So I'm 16. At 6'2 I tower over most in my grade. I've got short brown/blonde hair and I'm white. I have a 6" dick, you know, the average. I was born pretty early for my grade, and thus I started growing before everyone else. At this point in high school, it is very uncommon to see a boy who hasn't hit puberty, but it's hard to find one who has emerged the awkwardness of their changing body. Carson was the exception.
Carson McClain was the hottest guy in our grade, no contest. 5'10, white but tanned, and muscular with short brown hair, he had it all: good grades, good looks, athleticism, girls. Especially girls. But he was a very nice guy who genuinely cared about people. That is why I fell in love with him. We're good friends, as we have a couple of classes in common, and I tend to sit next to him... We're not great enough friends to hang out... Not yet that is.
So we were in math class, and there was a test coming up. I understood the criteria, the unit on circles was pretty easy to comprehend. But Carson understood none of it. Like zero. He just could not for the life of him understand all of the properties of all those lines that intersect the circle and stuff. I felt bad. He knew I was getting it, as he had seen my earlier quiz grade. So this is why one day, he decided to ask me if I could help him: "Hey Scott, can you help me with this problem. Actually all of these problems. I don't understand a single thing." So I mustered up all the calmness I had and helped him. Unfortunately, class had to end sometime, and when it did, we weren't much further along in his understanding of anything. "Hey Scott, can you come over to my house and teach me this stuff? I really want to pass this test and I'm just not getting it."
"OF COURSE OMG HAHA YOU'RE SO HOT" is what I could have said. Luckily, I said "sure" instead. So we made plans for me to come over to his house after sports were over that day. So when I was finally done with sports, I raced to my car and drove to his house which was 2 hours away. His house wasn't very grand. His single mom had to work hard to make a living, and helping make money by doing work is where Carson got his muscles.
When I arrived, he opened the door wearing a t-shirt and some tight shorts. Wow. so I walked in and we went up to his room. He pulled out his notes from the class and we started to go over the material.
A couple of hours later, I looked up at the clock and realized it was 12 pm. "Oh my goodness it's so late I'm not allowed to drive at this hour." As a new driver I was legally not allowed to drive past midnight. Conveniently, Carson came up with a solution: "Since the drive is too long, you can just stay here tonight. I don't mind and neither will my mom." So I texted my parents and we told his mom.
When it was time to go to bed, I realized there was only one queen bed to sleep on. Carson said, "I'm sorry about the sleeping situation, but is it ok if we sleep on the same bed?" I said "Sure. Ok." So we both got into bed. Carson sleeps in his boxers, so it was quite a sight to see. I think he might have seen me looking at his junk, but I doubt it because he didn't say anything.
"Good night Scott.", Carson said. He fell asleep almost immediately. I was about to fall asleep when he started mumbling. He said random words like "school" and "homework" and "house" but there was one sentence that I could clearly decipher.
"I love you, Scott"