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It was eight, long, grueling hours to get to the new house. I was counting each and every moment along the way, trying not to remember that I'd be on this journey two more times - once more back to pick up what remains in our old house and then again to finally fully move into the new place. I had been there before, but we took a flight. The long car ride put into perspective just how far away I would be from all of my friends at my old school.
I had never been the new kid before. Growing up in the same town had allowed me to stay with all of my friends throughout my life. Only one of my friends had moved away. It was in middle school and it was a big deal at the time. But over the following weeks, he fell out of our memories and was soon forgotten. It's hard for me to even recall what his face looked like. I wonder how long it will be before my friends have forgotten me.
I fiddled with my phone, twirling it in my hands as I stared out the window. It had been nothing but a flat road and farmlands for hours now. My phone died from entertaining me too much. Nothing but me and the boring, empty countryside now. My parents weren't in the talking mood. They didn't want to move either - but after my dad got laid off, we had to go where the jobs took us. Leaving our lives behind was a struggle for my entire family.
We slowly approached the house in our car. My butt hurt from sitting for so long in one position. I couldn't wait to hop out of the car and be able to use my legs. But on the other hand, when I finally step out, it became so much more official in my mind. This was no longer the house we were going to be moving into. This was our new home.
I sat in the car for a moment longer, becoming accustomed to my new surroundings.
"Sam?" Mom said, "Is everything alright?"
"Yeah," I replied and unbuckled my seat belt. "Can I go to my room?"
I was able to pick out my room when we had flown out before. It was a nice house. Three levels, four bathrooms, and five bedrooms. I guess when you are in the middle of no where, everything becomes more affordable. I chose the room in the basement because it had the most space and gave me the most privacy.
"As long as the heat is on," Mom replied concerned. She was against the idea of me having the basement room. She said that it would get too cold and I'd get sick. It would lead to me missing school, being behind on my schoolwork, and feeling isolated. I already felt isolated in this new town, though. Even still, I was dreading school and making friends.
Kent High was bigger than I expected, considering how small this town was. Not that I lived in a huge city before, but it wasn't quite as desolate as this place. There was only one high school for everyone here, so I suppose it made sense that it would be a pretty big school. My backpack was emptier than I can ever remember it being. I wondered how heavy it would become by the end of the day as I get my new school books. My first class of the day was science. Being a night owl, I knew that this class would be difficult for me. Thank God it's Friday. I walked into the noisy classroom five minutes before class was to begin. It was a mistake to come so close to the time class starts. Mostly everyone was already here, chattering with their friends and sitting in their usual spot. I looked around for an open seat, slowly walking in deeper to the classroom. The noise rang through my ears and no conversations were distinguishable.
I felt something hit me on the back. A wadded up piece of paper tumbled to the ground.
"New kid!" A blonde boy made eye contact with me, "You can sit here."
"Thanks," I smiled walked towards the seat. I tripped on a backpack and nearly stumbled to the floor.
"Be careful now," he chuckled.
"Sorry," I said to the backpack's owner. I had no idea who it was or what they even looked like. Everyone begun to look the same except for this guy who was taking me under his wing.
I set my backpack down to my right and got comfortable on the chair.
"I'm Ken," the boy said to me and smiled.
"Sam." He patted me on the back.
"So, what other classes do you have today?"
"Oh, uh," I pulled my schedule out of my pack. "It looks like English, study hall, and gym at the end."
"I'll see you in gym. Who do you have for study hall?"
"It looks like," I looked down at the paper. "Mrs. Robinway?"
"I don't have her. But she's nice. Most teachers here are alright," he said smiling.
This was a good start to my day. I enjoyed Ken's positive energy and glow. It was a direct contrast to how I had felt over the past couple of weeks and about this town in general. How could he be so happy here?
Science class passed quickly, Ken and I went our separate ways and I begrudgingly got through English class. I found myself wanting him to be in all of my classes. No one had reached out to me in English and I felt more vulnerable somehow without him there. I set out to look for him during lunch but couldn't find him anywhere. The school was rather spread out and students had their own areas and friends established. I ended up finding an empty bench in a hallway and ate my cold lunch alone.
I arrived to study hall fifteen minutes early. I figured it would be less daunting that way rather than finding an open seat, forcing my way next to someone. I worked with my head down on the English homework that was due on Monday.
"Hey," a boy said. "You're in my spot." I looked up and saw a shorter Asian guy with large glasses.
"Sorry," I replied and begun to stand up. He put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me back down to my seat.
"It's fine. I just always sit there. But I can sit here now, alright?" he sat next to me.
"If you want to swap seats, I don't mind," I said.
"I do, but I don't like the girl who sits here usually. She's loud. I'd rather sit next to you."
My eyes must have lit up because he smiled at me. "What are you working on?" he asked.
"English."
"Oh, I can help you with it if you need. I know five languages."
"That's okay. I only speak one, so I know it pretty well."
"Suit yourself," he said quickly, pulled his phone out and started texting.
"I mean, if I need help then I'll definitely let you know. I didn't mean--"
"You already lost your chance," he said smugly and pushed up on his glasses.
"No, seriously, I didn't mean to be a dick. I appreciate the offer. Here, we can work on these ones together." I pointed at the paper.
"I'm just fucking with you," he started laughing. "If you need help, just holler, alright?"
"Yeah," I said awkwardly.
There were two hours left in the day and gym was all that was left. I looked forward to seeing Ken again. I was a bit upset that the highlight of my day was the start because it felt as though everything was getting worse from there. We all went into the locker room at the start of gym and I walked through trying to find Ken. He sat in the middle of one of the benches with his phone in hand. His shirt was off, exposing his slim yet toned chest. It was in this moment that I finally saw how attractive he was. I was so busy before, stuck in my head about the stress of school that I ignored it before.
His face was angelic with perfect skin and his body perfectly proportionate. I didn't see a flaw in him physically and from what I knew about him, no flaws mentally either. I walked toward him and sat my stuff down on the bench.
"You have an extra set of gym clothes?" he asked without pulling his eyes from his phone.
"No, I wasn't really ready for today..." I said.
"You want to wear mine?" he asked. "I've only sweated in them three days this week. They can't be that smelly, right?" He threw his tank top on and moved up close to my face.
I pulled away from the dried sweat smell and laughed. "Maybe the teacher will cut me some slack today." I tried to pretend that I didn't actually enjoy him putting his body up to my face like that. He was so cute in that white tank top and I realized that the smell kind of turned me on. I tried to hide my growing hard-on with my backpack.
"Hey! Sammy!" I heard to my right. It was the same Asian guy from last period.
"Oh, hey," I said, still holding my backpack on my lap. "I didn't know you were in this class too."
"We all have to take gym, stupid!"
"Oh, yeah." I found it harder to talk to him than Ken and he had an unusual ability to make me feel dumb and awkward no matter what I said.
"Come here, alright?" he said demandingly.
"Well..." I stumbled on my words.
Ken hopped in, "Don't be trying to steal my gym partner, Kyle. I already called dibs."
"I didn't want a gym partner!" Kyle said loudly. "Just wanted to chat with him."
"Class is starting soon. Don't want Mr. Soquin to get mad. Sam already doesn't have a set of gym clothes."
"He'll just have to do everything naked then," Kyle winked and walked around the corner to the class.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Ken yelled back. I chuckled at Ken. We were among the last ones still in the locker room.
"He's kind of a character, huh?" I said.
"Yeah. We've known each other since elementary school. I didn't know you had already met him."
"We're in study hall together."
"Maybe he can help you with your English and Math. He's smart with those," Ken said.
"Maybe," I said. Ken patted me on the back.
"I'm going to head out there now, partner. When you lose that boner, you should join us," he laughed. My stomach dropped, my face went hot and I knew I begun instantly blushing. The embarrassment was enough for me to go soft shortly after and I joined the rest of the class.
Ken and I were taking turns doing the various exercises our teacher told us to do. Ten situps for one, then ten situps for the other. Having a gym partner was strange, but it did make me feel more accountable for exercising. If Ken was going to do it, then I knew that I couldn't pussy out. I didn't want to be seen as weak to him. I sweated in my normal school clothes, thankful that it was the last class of the day. I envied everyone else for having gym clothes and vowed to remember it for next week.
My mind kept backtracking to what had happened in the locker room. Ken was so cool about it, so matter-of-fact and open. None of my friends were like that back in my home town. He seemed to see it as 'something that happens' instead of an event that could have embarrassed me for the rest of high school. My thoughts were interrupted by the teacher telling us it was time to play dodgeball, one of my favorite games. I got caught up in the heat of the game and momentarily forgot about the rest of the day. I seemed to be assimilating into the group because people would call out compliments throughout the game. 'Nice one, Sam!', 'Good throw, Sam!', and Kyle occasionally yelling out, 'Damn, Sam!'. I felt good by the end of gym and felt that my first day was pretty good overall.
We could leave for the day after we changed back into our normal clothes in the locker room. I followed Ken into the locker room even though I had nothing to change out of.
"Nice plays back there, dude," Ken pat me on the shoulder like he had done several times today. "Impressive."
"Thanks, man," I gleamed. He begun changing out of his gym clothes. First, his tank top came off, exposing his sweaty chest with his perfect contours and nipples. He put his normal grey t-shirt back on. He dug out his pants from the locker and held them out in front of him. I wanted to look so badly, but I turned my head to give him some privacy. I heard him take off his shorts and I imagined what I couldn't see. I felt my dick bulging again as my imagination went wild. I reached for my backpack again and placed it on my lap.
"Can you get me one of those towels from over there, Sam?" Ken asked.
"Oh... yeah, sure," I said. I was already looking in that direction so I quickly got up and grabbed a towel. I adjusted my backpack as I turned back around and faced Ken. His shorts were off and he had taken off his grey t-shirt again. All he had left on were his socks and a pair of blue briefs that quite clearly showed his package.
"Here," I handed him the towel, sat down, and turned my head away again.
"You don't have to be so shy, you know," he said calmly. "You're kind of obvious."
"Obvious?"
"Sam. Come on."
"What do you mean?" I turned my head around and looked at him.
"Alright, if you're gonna make me say it. Just now, you turned around to look at me and your eyes instantly look down at my underwear. Earlier, you got a boner after I got in your face. You've had a boner for like five minutes now again. Every time you do, you try to hide it with your backpack."
I knew I was blushing again.
"Sam, you're obvious," Ken said.
"Sorry," I said as my stomach sank. I really fucked up this time. The one friend I've made in the first day and he's already calling me out for being gay. What happens now? Is he going to tell everyone? Do I just try again tomorrow and make other friends? My mind was racing with the million possibilities but he responded with the one that I didn't consider.
"I'm into it too, man. Touch it," he said. My eyes had drawn downwards to the floor but when he said that, they shot up looking at him. It occurred to me that we were alone in the locker room again. Everyone else had cleared out to rush home.
"You want me to..."
"Touch it, yeah," he said. "Do it and get it out of your system." I was still sitting down on the bench as he walked over and had his crotch eye level with my face. Was this a test? Did he really want me to touch it? This felt like a crossroads, at the point of no return. I could touch it, but then how do we come back from that? What does he want right now? Everything felt like it was happening so fast and I just wanted to slow down.
"Sam, I swear, dude," he sighed. He got closer to my face, his cock outline clearly showing in his briefs. I could smell the sweat on him from gym. It was intoxicating. He got even closer, nearly an inch from my nose. Without thinking, I put my mouth on his cock outline on his briefs.
He chuckled.
"I just said touch it. You know, with your hands." I looked up at him and we made eye contact.
"But you know what, this is good too," he said and pulled my head into his crotch.
I licked through his briefs, taking in his smell. I could see precum pooling where his cock head was positioned and tasted a little bit through the briefs. My cock felt as though it were going to burst out of my pants. Before we knew it, we heard the locker room door open.
"Anyone left? Final courtesy call!" Mr. Soquin yelled out and we heard footsteps walking down the locker room towards us.
Ken jumped back and without a word, quickly put on his pants and t-shirt again. "Yeah, I was just talking to Sam about his first day. Sorry. We're heading out now."
"Better hurry up, the bus is leaving soon," Mr. Soquin said and walked back.
"Jesus Christ!" I exclaimed. Ken's mouth curled and he winked at me.
"Let's go," he said.
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