When I woke up the next morning, my neck was throbbing. I cocked my head to the side to stop the pain and stared at the clock. Fuck. I had twenty minutes to get ready and be in first hour.
I raced to my dresser and pulled on my clothes. Once fine with my frilled jeans and plain white T, I was hurdling myself to the bathroom. As the toothpaste was rinsed from my mouth, I dabbed a glop of gel in my hand and faux-hawked my hair.
I was still ten minutes late. Even though I had nearly killed ten people while speeding down the streets of Fountain. But I was lucky. Mr. Sarawak hadn't even entered the room yet. Just as I pulled my binder out of my bag, the loud speaker pipped up.
"Good morning Fountain High School," Everyone around me moaned. "Today, as you all know and have anticipated, is a half day. You will only have the first three classes of a regular day. Tomorrow will be the opposite and then Friday with be the same as today. Have a good day."
There was a click and then the class started talking again.
Third hour was approaching faster than I could have hoped for, and when the bell signaling the end of second hour chimed, I ran out of the doors. As I half walked and ran to the pool locker rooms, exasperation dawned on me again.
I didn't have time to think to grab my suit. "Speedo" it was again.
The smell of stale chlorine wandered out of the locker room doors as I approached. It was better than the sweat and BO. I hurried to the locker I had picked yesterday, I tore off my backpack and stripped.
Standing naked in the locker room didn't bother me. Not when no one was there. No one could see my soft cock flop around, hanging over my hair-spruced balls. No one could see me rub it around as I fiddled in my locker.
But my fiddling was no good. The speedo that was once in there was now gone. I looked around. What the hell!? I looked in the other lockers and under the wooden bench.
Nothing.
A whistle startled me. I whirled around and found that it was coming from the showers. Just then, Sam walked out with his speedo already on and MY speedo dangling from his index finger.
"I have ACT prep everyday before this, so we get let out early." I just stared at his beautiful face, embarrassed by the lack of will power I had to cover myself up. "I believe. . .that this is MY speedo."
"I'm sorry, I didn't know. It was in the lost and found and I keep on forgetting my suit-" the mumbling shot out of my mouth like gunpowder, but Sam was holding up his hand in my face.
"I really don't care. I just saw you wearing it yesterday and I thought I'd have a look to see if it's mine."
He was inches from my face. His blue eye caressing mine. His breath blew my spiky hair back and forth. I shuddered, "A-about yesterday-" But the locker room door opened and eight jocks filed in. We both scurried behind a locker wall and he threw me the speedo.
I pulled it on quickly and grabbed my towel. Sam was back to his old self. Laughing with Ryan and the others. Whipping each other with towels as everyone fully unclothed to change into their suits.
All of the guys in my class stood around laughing and talking completely naked. Soft cocks everywhere, attached to some of the most gorgeous bodies I had ever seen. I started to get hard and realized that that wouldn't work out to well in a speedo.
The speedo. His speedo. Just the thought of the fact that his bulging cock was inside of the same garment that caressed my cock now, was enough to get me rock hard, lifting the elastic band away from my chest. I walked swiftly to the pool door with my towel over my boner and walked across the deck, sitting on the farthest stand possible.
It wasn't enough. Sam came out and sat at the other end. Once he saw me he started to move closer to me. I could not believe the way this was going. I looked up at the high, silver ceiling as if I didn't see him coming.
"Can I sit here?" his voice was smooth, and relatively deep.
I wasn't going to let my inquisitive self let him stroll up to me without an explanation.
"That depends. Why are you doing this?"
"What do you mean? I just want to sit by you." He looked truly confused. Not as much as I did, of course.
"No. I mean why are you wanting to sit by me? Why have you been so nice to me? It's just really NOT what I expected from. . .well. . .you." My eyes closed. It was him. The silky, hot, swimmer that I always had a crush on. The one that I spied on as much as I could, out of pure selfishness. "It isn't like you."
" You don't even know me. Look, I know you've had a rough time this year, and when we collided the other day. I just. I saw something." he giggled that cute little laugh he did on Monday. "And for one, you were TOTALLY groping my back when we fell. I don't know. I just guess I liked the way you looked at me."
I was going to explode. No one had ever talked to me like this. And I hadn't had contact with the high school world in months. There were so many things going through my head.
"I guess I kind of like you. You're cute." he smiled with his cheek rising high on his face. I smiled back. This was the best day of my life, and it was only ten o'clock. We stared at each other for awhile while Mrs. Stanley started giving instructions. It wasn't until everyone was moving that we broke our lovers gaze and hopped down the bleachers.
"Be in my lane?" he asked, gesturing to the fourth lane in.
"Yeah." I smiled and jumped into the water.
The hour went by way to fast. We giggled and talked all hour because Mrs. Stanley was teaching lane by lane, not the whole class at once. So I got to know the boy I only had a hotness crush on. He was one of the main swimmers at every meet. He had two sisters and no brothers. He informed me on why he wasn't out, in a hushed voice. We were under the bridge that extended across the whole pool for better access to each side.
"My moms a really big Christian. Ever since I was little I knew I was gay, and every since I was little, my mom tried to tell me right and wrong from the religious world. Of course when I started becoming a teen, I thought I was a freak. Abnormal and completely stupid."
I just hovered and listened to his milky voice as he glided around me and spoke.
"So me and my oldest sister Sarah were really close. When I was fourteen, I told her that I thought I was gay. Obviously she spazzed out because she was just as much of a Christian as my mother. But I thought it would be different.
"I thought that she would look past the religion and look at her brother, but she didn't. She went straight to my mom. My mom told my dad, and swimming meant the world to him. So he informed me, 'You will not let this get out. You wont live in this house if it does.' Of course that was whats keeping me in. But I also just really look at people as people. You know?"
I was horrified. My mother was completely OK with my being gay. It was normal in her book. I guess I was blessed with acceptance. Unlike Sam. He went on.
"So, I never really looked into love, or relationships, because I knew that they could never happen. Not in High School at least. But then the other day, when we fell, I saw more to you than I had before. Trust me, I thought you were cute, but I didn't let that get to me. Until we fell."
'Until we fell' cluttered my mind the second he said it. Like a double meaning. Of course he only meant it as one. But it was nice to think of it in another way. We fell for each other.
"I'm so sorry, Sam."
"Don't worry about it. I'm not going to let it get in the way of anything. It can be our secret for now." He was literally two inches from my face, his face dripping with water, and his blue eyes were deep in concentration. "At least," he moved in so his lips were to my ear. He held himself up with his arms spread across the metallic walls, "Not until we're ready."
His eyes found mine again, and his lips brushed just below mine. My breathing faltered and I wrapped my arms around his hard neck. Our lips mushed each other, they moved together in a synchronized way. His neck bent and then pushed forward again.
We kissed until we heard Mrs. Stanley telling everyone to go to the showers. I didn't want it to end. Plus, we wouldn't have this class tomorrow, so we had to be our secret selves through Spanish.
"Do you want to come over tonight?" He asked as we swam to opposite ends under the bridge so it didn't look like we were under there together.
"What about your mom?"
"What fools her wont hurt her." He ducked underwater and was out already. I waited and smiled for the fact that I thought I had my first boyfriend. And not just any boyfriend. But the one I dreamed about, all throughout high school.
I took my time in the locker rooms, as always. But Sam didn't. Once the room was cleared, except for Connor, I pulled my backpack on and left the room. He was waiting. In all his glory, just outside the door.
He had his little smile on his face, the one that took me in the first time I had ever seen him. I smiled back and he gestured for me to follow him. We didn't walk exactly next to each other, but I was walking behind him.
God, he had a nice ass. Damn athletes. Why do they have to be so gorgeous. His shorts cut off just after his knee, and sandy blond hair brushed over his calves. I caught myself holding my breath and looked away. I was almost to my car.
"Just wait here, and I'll pull up so you can follow."
I smiled stupidly and climbed into my jeep. I didn't even have time to roll down my windows before he was parked beside me. "You ready?" he asked. I smiled and said yes. And I followed him out of the lot.
Of course his house was huge. We pulled up a winding drive way to a large Victorian mansion. He pulled into the three stall and I parked in a spot that was meant for turnarounds. It was only his car in the garage. He got out and pulled his backpack out of the back seat.
Once my doors were locked, we walked in the door from the garage.
It was a beautiful kitchen. The floors were tiled whit, along with the counter a black and white marble. Every appliance had its own little space on it. It was cozy.
We walked up a staircase that was connected to the family room and into a hallway. "When does everyone get home?" I asked as I eyed a painting of a pond next to a bedroom door.
He turned towards the farthest door and smiled, "Not until eight." I laughed and walked past him into his bedroom.
A king sized bed was pushed against the west wall. The ceiling was much higher than I would of expected. It curved to a point where a fan was positioned. His walls were littered with trophies and posters. He sat on his bed and beckoned me to it.
"So what do you want to do?" I asked, awkwardly trying to sit straight. I put my hands in my lap and looked at him.
He was watching me intently with hard eyes. His smile stretched to his eyes and he rolled in between my legs. "I have an idea." He pushed his body up mine grabbed the back of my neck. He pulled my face to his and closed his eyes. For the second time that day our lips crushed each others.
My head span and I wrapped my arms around his back. I flipped him over onto his back and pushed my hands up his shirt. Craning my neck, we kissed as I cupped his muscles. My cock got stiff. Was this too fast? I knew that being gay didn't mean just for the sex. I know I wanted more than that. But did he?
I stopped and looked in his eyes. I sat on the v-line of his stomach and thought for a second.
"What's wrong?" he asked, confusion spread across his face and he propped himself up with his arms behind his back. I scooted of his chest and left our legs intertwined. I grabbed his right hand and pulled it to my face, swiftly touching my soft skin. I looked at the scratch that was once a cut and kissed it.
"I was just wondering if this was too fast." I looked down at my own hands now, embarrassed. Then I heard him giggle again.
"Well I wasn't planning on this either. I'm not some kind of corn dog." I looked up and he was smiling. His hair was cute and messy.
"What do you mean?"
"Well I'm just as surprised as you are. I mean I like you a lot. But I didn't expect this connection on the first day that we talked to each other formally. I didn't even expect us to kiss."
"Me neither." I was looking at his mouth now. He licked his lips slowly and then bit his lower.
"We don't have to do anything if you don't want to. I mean I don't want anything ruined. This is my first time, too." I make a "K" sound with the back of my throat.
"Who said that this was my first time!?"
"Isn't it?" he looked really embarrassed.
"Well, not kissing, but if we. . .went further." I hesitated and then looked up at him. He was smiling again. He put his hand to my face and whispered. His breath was heaven.
"Nothing that happens will change how I feel about you." and he pulled himself up to kiss me. I put my hand on his neck and we kissed for awhile. My hand moved to his back, down the crater and slipped into his pants. I cupped his ass while my tongue brushed his. It was smooth.
He rolled me over and pulled his shirt off. His hard brown nipples were cute under the light of his lamp. He craned over me and pecked me. He pulled myself up and pulled my own shirt off. He sat on my lap as we kissed and rubbed each other in hugs. I rolled him over and put my hands on his button.
Once the metal was loose, I pulled his pants down and kissed just above his turquoise boxer briefs. His bulge was huge and I slowly pulled them down, revealing a spruce of hair just before his shaft. It flipped out and I pulled everything off, leaving him naked. I kissed him one more time and then moved to his penis.
I pulled it to my mouth and deep throated. Moving up and down systematically. My tongue brushed the top of his head ever stroke and I held his balls in my left hand, massaging the bottom of them. I sucked for awhile, stroking harder and harder every stroke. My tongue slid up his shaft and I heard his breathing change. My right hand on his abs felt his stomach tighten.
Just as I shoved it deep, he shot three loads into my throat. I swallowed and kept on jacking him. I cleaned the after cum with my lips and pulled my pants down and layed on him. He kissed me on my neck and then my lips.
This time he rolled me over and did the same thing as me. He pulled my boxers down and stuffed my red dick into his mouth. He moved fast. I felt his teeth occasionally, but it felt good.
It felt so good.
I moaned, grabbed the back of his head with my hand and massaged his head. His hair moved in between my fingers. He jacked me while he licked my pubes and my balls. That did it.
I took in a deep breath just as he started to suck again and shot four loads into his mouth. My feet twitched and I moaned. He kissed me all the way up my body, and we layed there for ten minutes, kissing, naked.
If it was going to be like this for the rest of my high school career, I didn't care that my friends hated me. This is what I sacrificed them for in the first place.