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Today's the first day of high school--to say I was nervous is an understatement. I was a bit of a shy kid--middle school wasn't easy, and high school wasn't going to be any easier. I remember the struggle at lunch time--I had to try to figure out where I'd eat. Everyone grouped up, even in middle school--jocks at one table, theater kids at another, geeks at another, and so on. I found a table of misfits, but even they didn't talk to me much. I wasn't offended by this, really, as I was a bit of a loner.
My parents got me into swimming when I was younger--at first I didn't want to join the swim team because I was too shy about the speedos, but eventually I just gave in and joined the team. I was pretty average for my age, but I did start puberty a little earlier than most. It embarrassed me a little bit--you know, hair there, hair here, pimples on my face. I became obsessed with measuring my penis, because during health class they said it would get bigger. But it wasn't--I was an inch or two taller, had some armpit hair, but my penis wasn't growing. I had discovered the internet, and became obsessed with looking up penis, cock, dick. Hell, I studied them--there was uncut, cut, some that would rest on the left and some on the right. Mine kind of stuck into my body--like, if it got hard, it would come out a little bit, but then it would tuck right back in when limp. Like a little button of sorts. I didn't think much of it until I realized how big the men I saw on the internet were.
On the swim team, though, I had some chances to look at the bulges of the other guys on the team. Guys my age hadn't really gone into puberty yet, but even they were bigger than me. Of course, most guys on my summer league swim team just left in a towel, didn't go in the locker room much--which meant I could only study what showed through the speedos. The older guys, I could see some cock heads-- it was both a blessing and a curse when my penis got hard... It sent tingles in my body, but even when it was hard it did not show through my speedos. My older brother Matt, who was 16, definitely had a big one--he would walk around in his boxers around the house, and his cock head would poke out every now and then. Man, I wanted to touch it--but I knew better.
Despite being a swimmer I was a slight pudgy, not too much. I had long blonde hair--I loved my hair--it went down to my shoulders. I loved the various things I could do with my hair- tie it back, put it in a bun, that sort of thing. I guess I looked cute, but it didn't seem to attract anyone--at least, I didn't think so. I think my quiet nature made me seem a bit timid to other kids. Again, I didn't mind so much... I enjoyed just looking. Oh, and I had a pretty big bouncy butt--it was annoying. My brother would slap me on the butt every now and then and say something like "Yo, bubble butt!"--he would crack up for what felt like hours. I guess my butt was a trade off for my small dick, though I still felt hope that it would grow a little bit.
So yeah, it was the first day of high school. I wouldn't know anyone, really, since I was going to a different high school than my brother. It had a better swimming team than the other local high school, so I opted to go to it--what it meant, though, is that none of the people I knew from middle school would be there. I didn't really care, it just meant some of the eye candy I used to check out would not be there--we'd swim against them from time to time, but that's all.
My nerves increased when I finally entered the building. It was crazy how short I felt compared to all these high school kids--the girls, too. Of course, I never really noticed the girls. I was definitely gay, but was still in denial. I know, I know, even though I looked at dicks on the internet for hours a day--even though the slightest bulge from a guy made me hard--even though the smell of a man was intoxicating... I still denied that I was gay. I don't know if it was to save face, or to appear cool--but I denied it. That didn't stop me from ogling the guys as I wandered the high school, though. Some of them had hair above their lips--it was so masculine, and I loved it. My hair was more like peach fuzz since I was blonde--but it was there (not above my lip, though). I was 13, but my face probably looked more like I was 10, maybe? My blonde hair and bright blue eyes, and slightly tan body made me look a little girly--but I wasn't completely aware of that, not yet anyway.
I was fiddling with my locker, trying to figure out the combination--I held out a piece of paper with the numbers on it, but it still wasn't opening.
"Hey, dude. Need help?" A masculine voice spoke behind me, and I could immediately smell him--it was a slightly musky smell, almost like he hadn't showered in a day or two but it smelled so good. I looked over at him, but had to look up- man, this guy was tall. He had short brown hair with a fade, green eyes and looked Italian, maybe? Quite handsome. 5 foot 8, maybe--- I was 5 foot 4, so it felt like he towered over me. He was wearing jeans, so no apparent bulge--darn it. After a few seconds he pointed to my locker. "...With your locker?" He chuckled.
I must have been in a trance. I snapped out of it, shaking my head and smiling towards the boy. "Hi, I'm Kyle. Err, my locker, yeah, I can't get it open!" I giggled nervously while pushing my hair back behind my ear. I held the paper out to him--for some reason, I trusted this guy.
He took the paper and looked down at it, working with the lock. After a few seconds he got it open. "Hey, I'm Nick. I know who you are, I saw you swim this past summer--I'm on the Oranges team. But here we are on the same team, and coach asked me to be your mentor!" He patted my shoulder and I just giggled nervously, which made me blush--I felt so silly.
We stood there for a few seconds, I must have gone back into my trance. I figured out what was going on--my penis was rock hard. No wonder I had a hard time focusing. I was captivated by this guy, and couldn't stop staring--and I wasn't even a half hour into the first day of high school. Nick looked at me as if he was curious about something, like he had realized something.
"Hm, like what you see, eh?" Nick laughed, winking at me. I was completely thrown off by what he said--sure, I obsessed over men, but I never really understood it. I blushed, stammered, and turned to grab my math book.
"Um, it's time for math, I um, thank you--" I looked up at him, and he had put his hand on my shoulder. He nodded to me--god, I was so hard.
"Meet me here after fourth period. Coach gave me your schedule, gave us the same study hall time so meet me then--I can help you get settled here at school, okay?" He smiled... I really admired his teeth. Perfect, white, just amazing. I stopped for a second, though, fourth period? I got my schedule out of my pocket, looking at what I had fourth period. I noticed it said Social Studies, not study hall--
"That schedule is not updated, I'll make sure you have study hall fourth period. Make sure you meet me here. Got it?" Nick's voice had a certain firmness to it, which made me quiver a bit.
I nodded, putting my schedule back in my pocket. A bunch of other guys came up to us--Nick's friends. One of them was pretty beefy, probably 250 pounds and 5'10--I loved a belly on a guy. It was funny, I loved six packs as much as I loved bellies. It's all the same to me. The others looked slim, like the way swimmers would be built.
"Hey guys, this is Kyle, newbie on our swim team. You were right, Colton... you sure know how to spot `em." Nick looked to the guy called Colton--the beefy 250 pound one.
"Yeah, told you! I always know how to spot `em!" He chortled, his huge hand gripping my shoulder. "Hey Kyle, I'm Colton--despite my size, I'm pretty good at freestyle--so when I'm not playing football I come swim!" He looked at me up and down, studying over my body. I swear he had turned me a little bit and looked at my behind. The other guys were just laughing along.
The bell had rang. "Remember- fourth period, right here--" Nick looked at me, expecting an answer.
"Yes, fourth period, right here." I nodded and went down the hall, luckily I knew where the math class was already , having been in there for orientation. I don't think I processed a word the teacher said--I was too busy thinking about my encounter with Nick and Colton and the other guys. My little penis was still rock hard--I didn't touch it, because I loved how it felt--it made me tingle, it made me feel like I was full of adrenaline and drive. It was exciting, even if I didn't understand it yet.
The first three periods went by very slowly--I was ready to see Nick again. The tall stud with the brown hair and amazing eyes. His friend Colton made me all excited, too. I wanted to touch them, smell them. I wondered what their dicks looked like. I felt so clumsy walking the halls between periods--I could barely think straight. It was like my thoughts were in hyperdrive--any nerves about school or not knowing anyone or not knowing where to sit at lunch went right out the window, all I could think about was the guys I was surrounded by. The thing about a high school is that there are so many of them!
It was finally the end of third period. I heard the bell ring, and I ran pretty fast to my locker. I figured out the code pretty fast this time--I didn't want that to be a problem. As I was putting my math book away, I felt a finger tapping my shoulder. I practically jumped out of my skin when that happened--my goodness, I was practically trembling with excitement. I took a breath, telling myself to calm down. Don't want to look stupid in front of Nick. Dear god, what was going on with me? I turned and faced Nick, smiling. I didn't know what was going to happen, but I didn't care--being around him just felt right.
"Hey, got your schedule changed." He held out a new schedule, which I grabbed and folded up hastily. I was too excited and too nervous to look at some silly paper. I smiled in thanks as the hallway became less crowded. I suddenly realized we had been standing there for a good bit, and were probably late for study hall.
"Come on, this way to the gym. We're going to the locker room, Coach said we could talk there." He turned and walked towards the locker rooms without saying another word. I couldn't even get a word in, he turned so quickly. I adjusted myself so my nub wouldn't constantly rub near my zipper area, and followed Nick.
It took a few minutes to get to the locker rooms of the swimming area--I realized he was going to the pool that was in a separate building, not the gym locker room. When we got there, I spotted the Coach in his office at the front, next to the locker room--he smiled and waved, gesturing to Nick that we could go in the locker room. Nick nodded to the Coach, who barely even took a glimpse at me. I know I was young and new, but I was a good swimmer--you'd think he'd at least give me a wave.
We entered the locker room area, where Nick sat down at a bench area. I could smell the testosterone in the room--that smell you'd expect from twenty sweaty boys who had been working out. It was mixed in with chlorine, a familiar smell. I didn't really go into the locker room during summer league so it was one of the first times I really got to take in that smell. Man, it felt like I was intoxicated, it was overwhelming. Drunk on teen sweat and hard work. Crazy. I looked around the place--it wasn't -that- special. Bathrooms on the left, the showers next to them. Three rows of lockers, with one bench in each row. Nick was sitting in the first row, and looked up at me.
"Hey dude, so what do you like to do for fun?" Nick spoke in his deep voice--even though he was just sixteen, he sounded like he was thirty. I stood there, staring at Nick's beauty. I obviously stood there for too long because Nick snapped his fingers at me. I started to stutter, but Nick just shook his head.
"Dang, when Colton said you were a faggot I didn't believe him at first, but now I know. I've known you what, ten minutes and I already know? That's crazy." Nick chuckled to himself, clearly processing everything himself.
I suddenly wanted to run. That was a slur, and I knew it was a slur. My brother said it once, and my mom punished him for two weeks! I looked at the guy I admired so much, even though I only knew him for a short time, and stuttered again. "I.. I'm not a f..fa..." I couldn't even say the word.
Nick moved down the bench a little, and patted the space next to him. "Come here, sit next to me. It's okay." I was so confused--what was going on? Why did he call me that? What did he really mean by that? He sounded so nice asking me to sit down, and I was clearly in a trance still because I sat down next to him. He took his arm and put it around my shoulder, rubbing me in the process. My hair had gotten in the way, and he, with every care in the world, moved it out of my eyes. Out of instinct I moaned when he did that and it sent shivers down my body. I could hear him chuckle, and all the worries I had about him calling me -that- name went flying out the door.
Nick took my hand and put it up his shirt. My eyes met his--his were serious, and mine must have been glazed over, like I was in heaven. Like a baby eyeing candy or a cat eyeing some delicious fish. He removed his hand from my shoulder and took his shirt off while my hand was still rubbing up and down his chest. He had a happy trail by his belly button--I didn't have one of those. He was very lean--no six pack, just lean like a swimmer's body--and his nipples were nickle sized and gorgeous. I was in heaven, truly.
"I'm no faggot, so I don't see what you see, but Coach said if we found a faggot we could use him on the team. How lucky for him that there's a faggot already on the team, you know?" Before I could ask him what he meant by that word, he continued. "Coach says that real men have needs, and faggots can meet those needs. Chicks, you have to ask them on a date, give them flowers, talk to them, and even when you go through all that trouble so many chicks won't touch your dick, man. It's stupid." He chuckled "But from what I can see, you're a faggot, you want to serve men, right?"
"I--I'm not a faggot, I--" I finally managed to say the word, but Nick just laughed loudly.
"Yeah, says you, the one rubbing my chest.." He laughed, "It's okay, don't worry. We accept you for who you are. We just need our needs met, and really, if you think about it, I'm doing you a favor--I'm allowing you to be who you are while I can be who I am."
My hand was indeed still on his chest, now feeling his nipples. "Who I am?" I was still processing everything.
Nick sighed, then removed my hand and stood up. When he stood up, his crotch was right in my face. He was wearing jeans, so it was pretty well covered--but it being right in my face nearly made me fall right off the bench. I looked at it for a second, then looked up at him, trying to figure out what he was doing...
"You want the dick, don't you? Don't lie to me. Your bro told me how you stare at him all the time, and then that dude on your summer league said you were always perving and staring at his dick." I stammered, but he continued--"Yeah, they knew. It's too bad they didn't do anything about it. It's okay. I'm here. That's why Coach picked me to be your mentor."
"I--I don't want anyone to know--I don't--I'm not--" Out of instinct, out of bravery, I suppose, I reached out for his dick. I was dying to know what it looked like.
Nick quickly slapped my hand out of the way. "They already know, fag. Do you not get that? Anyway, tell me what you are, and you can have it." I struggled to get words out, and he repeated himself--"Tell me what you are!" He spoke loudly and stern.
"I'm a faggot!" I blurted, unable to control myself. I caught myself, surprised at what I just did. What in the world? What was I doing? This was stupid, I can't start off high school like this. I considered myself smart. Regardless, I said it even louder this time- "I'm a faggot!" I whimpered, which made Nick chuckle.
He backed up from me a bit, which made me feel crestfallen. "Take all of your clothes off. Let me take a look." I was now under HIS spell--there was not stopping me, I was going to what he told me to do, nothing would stop me. I just had to have that dick. No, I NEEDED it. My mouth watered--I felt empty, I needed it now. I quickly took off my clothes, leaving my underwear on.
Nick shook his head at me and gestured for me to take them off. I looked at him, confused, because he said he wasn't a faggot, why would he want to see my penis? It hadn't occurred to me that he wanted to see my ass, not my penis. I took them off, which immediately caused Nick to start laughing with glee. He practically fell over on a locker when he saw me, which made me blush and cover up my penis.
"No, no covering that thing!" Like I said, any order out of his mouth, I'd follow. So I dropped my hands, blushing a crimson red. "Yeah, okay. You know, there's fags out there that have decent size dicks, and it can be distracting because who wants to look at that right? But you... ha." I looked down at myself--it was rock hard, but only stuck out about an inch. "I can see the pubes, but you have no dick? Man, it's almost like it's God's way of saying, yeah, you were born to be a faggot. Wow, I never met one before."
I suddenly felt proud of myself, even though there's no logic behind that. Nick reached out and brushed my hair lightly, putting it behind my ear. "And you have the hair of a girl... it's crazy. You have a nub, hair of a girl.." He took my shoulder and made me turn around--he didn't have to ask, it was obvious what he was directing me to do. I felt his hands grasp my ass, jiggling it up and down. "Damn! Damn." He spread them a bit, "Clean, too."
I shivered--his touch alone made me crave more. My hole suddenly felt empty. Now, that's a feeling I had felt before but never really explored. All I knew is that I felt empty. He turned me around, and crossed his arms as he studied me once over again.
"Damn. A born faggot. How lucky are you that I am a real man, and can use you as you were born to be used?"
I hesitated, then started to cry. It was weird, this wasn't sad tears--they were happy tears. Here I was, naked from head to toe and standing in front of an Adonis, who was fully clothed. Here I was, with a nub for a penis and a fat ass. He liked my hair, too--how lucky was I that I was in front of this guy? It sounds stupid, but I had never felt this sort of happiness before.
Nick clearly understood me. Finally, someone who understood me. He grabbed me and gave me a great big bear hug--his arms reached all the way around, pulling me in as strong as he could. Suddenly, all the inhibitions I felt were gone--all the stress, all the worry, all the nerves. My body felt relieved--the right place, the right time. I didn't understand it, but I just lost myself in his arms.
He hugged me for a few minutes without a word. Occasionally he'd rub my hair, and once he jiggled my ass. The best part was, I could feel his rock hard boner through his jeans. It pressed against my nub, which was a strange but erotic feeling. It was like he was asserting himself on me, showing me that he truly was a man and I was a faggot. I could tell that it was big.
"Look. I want to make sure you understand that we accept you for who you are. You are a team member, so we have your back. Be grateful that we know your place. But you know that means you have to do what we say, right?" Nick held onto my arms at length, so we were looking at each other eye to eye. I nodded back to him, smiling. He looked at my eyes again, then nodded. "Okay. Don't think we are being mean or anything.. don't look at it that way. Just see it as us being men and us putting you in your place."
I was truly out of it. I just nodded, he could tell me something in a foreign language and I'd still just nod absent mindedly. I understood, though. I truly did.
"Can I see your dick, please?" I looked up at him, having said that in almost a whiny voice.
He chuckled, "Say it one more time. What are you?"
I looked up at him, this time with pride. "I am your faggot!"
Nick nodded, "Yes, there we go. Perfect." He pushed me down onto the bench, and pulled his jeans down. His dick popped out--seven inches, thick, with a bush and a cute vein. His balls were big, too. He was hard--rock hard--and I wanted to touch it, so bad.
He took my head and gently pushed it towards his dick. I didn't resist, and soon my lips were on his cock head. Almost as if I was a natural--all I knew is what I saw on the internet, so I must have been a natural--my first time, after all... I tried to take as much as I could down. I started slowly, embracing his head. I started to put my hand on his dick, but he pushed it away. Instead, he pushed my head further down on his dick.
I gagged a little bit, but managed as well as I could. I was so proud--and my desires finally felt like they were being fulfilled. Finally! My tongue felt so good on his dick. I saw his balls bounce a bit, and I just devoured that dick as if there was nothing else that mattered in the world. Honestly, from that point on, nothing else mattered. Just dick. I knew that I loved dick from studying it for so long, but who knew it would be THIS good?
I felt him tense up a bit, but that made him push my head down a little more. Suddenly, what felt like five bursts of warm, salty cum went down my throat. Man, it was so tasty. I loved it.
Nick pulled me off and pulled up his pants rather quickly. "The period's almost over, I better get going. Good job, faggot." He patted me on the head, "Welcome to the team. Oh, by the way, make sure you shave off all that hair on your body. Faggots are hairless, okay?" He started to walk towards the exit of the locker room.
I just sat there, naked, and shivered. I had experienced a dry cum--I hadn't quite matured enough to actually shoot semen. I just experienced the biggest moment of my life--and I felt like I was in heaven.
Nick paused as he exited--"You did good." He left, and I sat there and started laughing to myself. I could hear Nick talking to the coach out in the hall--he told the Coach that he told me about shaving myself, but didn't give any more instructions. I could hear the Coach's affirmations as I heard the bell ring--shoot, I better get going.
I took a few more seconds to embrace the moment, and then got my clothes on. I raced out the locker room, when I saw the Coach smirking by the door. "Hey, practice starts at 4, but be here by 3:30, you got it?"
"Yes Coach!" I wondered if he knew what happened. I needed to get to class, though. I doubt any learning would happen--all I could think about was how I was suddenly a faggot. Or, maybe not suddenly--I was always this way, wasn't I? I mean, dick practically puts me in a trance.
Yeah, I'm a faggot. I couldn't wait to see what would be next.
What a first day!