Warnings: This story is pure fiction. It was based on my imagination and my imagination only. The characters and places are purely fictional. Thank you. Enough of this talk, lets begin the story.
When I first came to this school, I thought all about my other one, `I couldn't believe I've had to leave my friends because of some stupid school district.' I always thought. Well, a few days later . . .
It all started in business class. Mr. Mac Cornell's class was one of the easiest classes I've taken. The easiest for me and my classmate, Brian Silverman. We were at the top of the curve so it was no surprise of what Mr. Mac Cornell's next request was.
It was after school when my teacher called to us, "Mark, Brian, could you please come over to my desk?"
I looked over at Brian and gave him a look of confusion. We stood up at the same and started over to him.
Brian was one of the preps of this school. Clean-cut, blue eyes, blonde hair, and polo shirts were his main signature markings. I guess I see what the girls see in him.
Though he was a prep, he still is a surfer; what do you expect? If you live on an island and don't surf, you're either a visitor or you just moved here from the desert.
All right, I admit that he is cute, but I'm not that far from him. I'm a jet-black-haired, hazel-eyed, swimmer-like bodied, and tall, blader.
"Mark, I need you and Brian to help me tutor a couple of people in this class. I've heard all the names. Well, I think they would do better if they get someone their own age. I've already assigned you a partner so just try to help them. Matt, Brad, could you come here, please?" he said.
Matt Petrizzi is what a person calls a hardcore skater. He may not be the tallest but he is cute. He has black hair, spiked, hazel eyes, and has a lean look but still has some baby fat, which still looked good on him.
Brad Greene is the all-American jock of the school, unlike us islanders. What I understand is that he just moved here a few weeks ago and he already has taken over the school. He's still cool. He is almost like Matt but has blonde hair (undercut), blue eyes, and wouldn't be caught dead on a blade or a board.
The other thing about them is that they are both failing and do not like work.
"Well, Brian, Mark, meet your new pupils; Matt, your Mark's partner. Brads, your Brian's. Hope you have fun," he gave us a friendly pat on our shoulders.
We all felt uneasy then I decided to break the ice and just go for it, "All right I guess all we got to do is begin." I grabbed a book over at the shelf and pointed over to a desk in the corner, instructing Matt to follow me.
I started with an easy question, "What is inflation?"
I don't even think that he was even listening because he was staring at the ceiling, twirling a pencil between his fingers on his left hand, and slumped in his chair. Forget about the `think' I know he isn't paying attention, I know he tries not to listen. I grabbed the pencil out of his hand and set it on the table. "Again, what is inflation?"
"Inflation is what happens to a balloon when air gets into it," he snickered. He sighed and looked up toward me, "Why can't you teach me something I would know?"
"Because the purpose of teaching is to instruct something that you don't already know," I countered.
"Then why do we do math over and over and over?" he retaliated.
"The reason is that . . . they - - you know what? You're the student and I'm the teacher - - so shut up." God, he makes my vocabulary seem so . . . feeble! I don't know why he makes me so tongue-tied; he is shorter, weaker, and - - and; then it struck me, he is cuter so that's why he gives me that `girl-meets-a-boy-band-member-and-my-knees-get-wobbly-and-I-melt' feeling.
I don't know how and why he does this to me. He is a guy and I've always been attracted to women. All my life he is the only guy to make me feel this way. The only guy to make me want him, well, him, Brad, and Brian. Am I gay? No, wait, I can't be, I am going out with my childhood sweetheart, Jean. Now that I think about it Jean was the only girl who did it for me. Would that make me bi? That must be it, no wonder why I've been so picky when it comes to women.
"Dude, are you alright?
It was Matt's voice that brought me back from my thoughts, "Huh? Oh, right. Sorry I spaced out there for a minute. What were you saying?"
He looked confuse an then began to tell me what he was talking about, "Well I asked if banking was going to be on the final and I looked up to find you staring at me. Is something wrong?"
"Well, yeah," I began, "I mean, you have all this ability locked in here,", I walked up to him and tapped his temples, "I just don't know why you keep it locked. Are you afraid of what might happened if you suddenly got smart?"
Matt stood up and looked me in the eye, "Actually . . . yeah. My teachers and parents may love me that way but my friends will shun me out of this group we worked for, for so long. The only reason we met was in detention," he chuckled and looked intensely in my eyes. "You know what?" he started, "you're the only person I've actually admitted that to," he leaned closer to me, as I did to him. "I haven't . . . even . . . told this to . . . myself." Our faces were so close together I could see the sincerity in his eyes; I knew he spoke of the truth. Then he pushed his lips to mine and we were enveloped in such passion.
At first I didn't even know what to do. Still shocked, I let him lead. I felt his tongue trying to break open my lips, so I opened my lips for better access. We were tongue battling for a few moments. Even his saliva was sweet, a faint distinction of cantaloupe.
Then I realized I should not be doing this. I pushed away and said, "Wait we shouldn't be doing this. I have a girlfriend and you . . . well, I don't know what your status is but I do know that you feel hurt because you may never reveal this to people and - -and your not gay. No, you can't be gay, can you?" I backed away from his not in revolution but I did not was to take advantage of the situation. I turned and tripped over the desk. I picked up myself up from the floor and found his hand reaching out to me.
He pulled me up gently, his hands not rough like a skater's, but comforting. He put his head next to mine and we were cheek to cheek. He face were so smooth then he whispered into my ear, "What if I am?"
Our breathing was turning abnormal. I could tell that he could tell we were both aroused from our breathing, heart beat, and the fact that the bulge in his jeans is rubbing against mine.
"Need more conformation that I maybe gay?"he smiled that confident smile with one dimple over the left side of his lips. Those lips, I just kissed to lips. The lips that are so smooth, soft. God, those lips!
"Well, that depends. What would be the `conformation' your talking about? Is this it?" then I got an idea. I rubbed my crotch on his bulge making him moan in pleasure. Then . . . I pulled away, got off of him, and took a seat on a desk. He looked at me in complete amazement and frustration; I just love this, teasing is so much fun. As much as fun this teasing can be I am fooling myself that I could last much longer.
Chuckling but still with a look only blue balls can give me walked over to me. Grabbing my shoulders, took me out of the chairs, squeezed my biceps, and pulled me into another rough kiss. He broke the kiss and then pulled away.
I was the next one to be frustrated, I just stood lips still puckered in the effects of the kiss, my eyes closed and about to fall. I opened my eyes and saw Matt roll his eyes and he then pushed me on the floor. I easily fell softly and he crawled unto me. Again we were pulled into another rough kiss.
I felt his hands roaming to the bottom of my shirt and I pulled his hands away, "Are you sure about this?"
He put his head next to mine, nibbled at my ear, and whispered "I'm sure." Reaching again for the bottom of my shirt, he kept kissing me. Picking up my shirt, without taking it off, he broke our kiss. Starting from the bottom of my abdominal muscles he licked his was up to one of my pectorals.
Teasing my nipple with his tongue was . . . heaven. He nipped at it a bit and made me jumped. I can't believe it! Matt is so good at this. Could he have done this before? I'll ask him about it later, but for now I should focus on him.
Matt pulled off my shirt, exposing me to the now warm room because of the heat radiating from us. Next to come was my jeans. No trouble with that, he got them off on record time. I heard him toss it across the room and hit one of the computers since I had my eyes closed in pleasure. I felt his hand wander to my last piece of clothing, my boxers, so I stopped him and grabbed both his arms by hist wrist. Picking him and myself off the floor, I told him to sit down on the table.
His body was perfect when it came to me. I reached for the buttons of his shit; he grabbed my hands and said, "Let me." He grabbed the top button and with just a flick of his wrist he managed to take all six of them off.
The first word that came to mind was, practice', again cam that burning question, Am I his first?'. Starting on his neck I licked my way down. He tasted so good! Sweet sweat mixed with his frustration was, to me, candy. I went straight to his pants; they were off in a blur. I looked down and chuckled, his boxers were pokemon. It must take a really secure man to wear this type of underwear while still have that confident smile.
My hands reached for the boxers when he pulled back, "What's wrong? Oh, I get it. You changed your mind about all this." I got off him and gathered my clothing. "Sure, it's all right, you had a right to say no. I mean, who would want good old reliable Mark. Doing all he is told, when you could have some one so- -so . . . not me."
I reached for the door knob when I felt Matt reach for my other hand, "Now it's not that. It's-it's . . ." I was still in my boxers forgetting that just out side the door tutoring and club meetings were still in
Oh, my god! Was Matt Petrizzi, Mr. All-time-world-wonder-with-a-smile-that-could-kill, insecure with his sexuality? "Oh, Matt. I'm sorry. I didn't know, it's all right if you don't want to do this because you think your tool small."
"Excuse me?! What are you talking about? You think I'm ashamed about this?" he guided my hand to his crotch. I have always been good at math so this was not a problem. I didn't really know what to expect. 4? Maybe 5 inches? Hell no! That dick was at least 8 inches long and as thick as my wrist! "Good God! How do you hide that thing?" I said forgetting about his feelings.
I thought I offended him but he just grinned, "The reason I pulled away was because I thought you were going to think I'm a freak! I mean, its not everyday you find out that someone else struts around with a 8 inch dong!" I knew it!"Unh, stop it your going to make me cum." Without realizing it, I was stroking his cock with both hands in fascination.
"Wait a minute what about you?" he grabbed my dick to feel how big I am, "Your not smaller than me," he said with a surprised look on his face.
"Well, you said `someone else' you never said anything about me." It is true I'm not that little, I have about the same size of his, but I haven't measured it for a long time.
"You were holding out on me." he said.
With all the fondling he's been doing I can't stand it anymore, "Matt, listen, forget about this foreplay shit. Are you a top or bottom?"
I guessed I surprised him with this question because of my docile personality since he was taken aback. Just then he had another confused look, "`Top or bottom?', What exactly do you mean?"
I was . . . to be blunt, amazed, almost every gay or bi person knew what was being a top or bottom was, I guess he's one who doesn't know. I signed and began to explain, "Okay, a bottom is the person that gets . . . you know; and the top is the one who does the . . . you know."
"Oh, I get it. I think I'm a . . . you know what? I don't really know. I haven't had much . . . experience with this stuff; none at all actually." Yea! I'll lose my virginity to another virgin! You know how relieved I am? How much weight lifted from my shoulders?
"I maybe dumb at this other subject, but at least I have, what I think is a good, good, good, someone who can teach me. At least I know I can be totally interested in this subject. If I fuck you nine tines a day would I get an A?"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Nine times? You think you or I could last that long? Oh, forget, we can try, but for now lets start on our first, for both of us right?"
"After all we've done you still think I'm not a virgin?"
"Okay, I guess. Wait a minute, is that some way to not answer my question?"
He grinned, kneeled, took off my shoes and socks, and threw them aside almost hitting a computer. My cock is twitching from all the excitement, and still rock hard. He grabbed my by the cock with his mouth and sucked me through my boxers. Taking off his mouth, he looked up and said, "Yes, I'm still a virgin."
Matt took off my boxers and again tossed them aside, releasing my cock from its constrainments. It was a good cock for me, it fit my body just right. Nine inches, cut (nicely cut circumcision), not every many veins, at least three inches thick, it was enough for me.
Taking it in his mouth, he gentle suckled the tip of my cock, effortlessly finding my g-spot. He took about four inches in his mouth and started to bob his head. After two minutes he was able to take more in, about and extra two inches, and started undulating the bottom of my cock. With his other hands he began to fondle my ball sack all the while trying to get more in. He sucked and sucked while I felt my cum boiling in my body, urging me to cum. Trying really hard to hold back what was to cum, I was knocked off my feet from the intensity, luckily I grabbed the tables end. I could hold back, from all the kissing, talking, fondling, and the weeks cum burning in me erupted from my cock, "Matt, Matt, I'm gonna cum . . ." but he didn't move and my cum shot into his mouth. The first shot went down his throat, the second fired in his mouth. He pulled off my cock and the rest of my six shots fell on his face and on my lap. He swallowed the cum in his mouth and licked up the rest eating greedily like a child.
"Mmmmmm, good," he said.
I was panting, "You pant are so pant cute." He had a speck of cum on his cheek. I wiped it off and ate it tasting my cum for the first time. It was sweet.
Then a knock, "Matt, Mark, are you in there?" a voice called out from the door.
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