****** Hi, y'all! This seems boring for the first paragraph or five, but I promise this is totally true, and there will be more to come. As in life, it evolves slowly! I am in high school, and am 18. He is also an 18-year old Senior. ******
Sometimes things just work out. Things that are as impossible as hell work out sometimes. Now don't get me wrong; most of the perfect "experiences" don't turn out the way that we want them to.
I have had the pleasure (and still do) of falling in love for the first time. I know that now. All of the stupid, childish things that I did that first winter with him now make perfect sense.
The day I cannot remember. I do recall that it was somewhere around the first week of December 2001 because I was feeling down. Depressed, really. My mother died December 2nd, 2000, and ever since then, in the first week of the last month of the year, I always feel depressed. And this is clear on my face.
My story starts during fourth period. My teacher, Mrs. Miller was talking about something pertaining to literature when I felt the urge of going the bathroom.
"Can I please go the bathroom?" I asked rather rudely to her.
"Can you wait, Trae?" She was definitely pissed at me for simply asking a query, but she allowed me to go anyway.
I got up from my desk and she signed my agenda. I continued to walk out the door. The beginning of the rest of my life had just started.
I walked down the 400 Hall of Central High School. As I turned left to walk up the main middle hall (passing the men's restroom), no one was in sight. I passed the 300 Hall, aimlessly searching the school for someone interesting to talk to. I had made it all the way to the 100 Hall and I decided to go the bathroom after all.
I walked in and saw him. He absolutely took my breath away. Knowing that I was gay for years now, it was no big deal to spot a fine guy and look the other way and get the "hidden view."
I looked at him as I supposedly looked at myself in the mirror. I peaked over at him using the urinal rather slowly. He was an obvious Abercrombie boy, wearing a red and white striped shirt with a white collar. I looked down and saw the normal brown khaki shorts with sandals. He had shaggy brown hair with blond highlights. Ok, I'll admit it now. He turned me on big time. He was perfect.
He looked over at me. At first I knew that he glanced, and that was nothing. I didn't think anything of it. But then, I saw a peripheral stare. He looked at my face, then down all the way to my feet. I glanced at him again and he, of course, turned his attention back to looking down at his dick. Once more I turned away, and he looked back over. Yep, it was mutual.
The next step I knew was to have our eyes meet. I didn't want to risk the chance of losing this opportunity, so I kept looking at him until he would glance again. It seemed like forever, but finally his soft brown eyes met with mine.
"Hi," I clumsily sputtered.
"Hey," he nodded his head and his hair shook.
I backed away from the mirror and felt suddenly awkward looking at a guy with his dick in his hand, only the porcelain was blocking it.
"Um, let me finish here, okay?" He said. I thought of his modesty as strange at first, but I assumed he was a first timer for a bathroom encounter.
Not a second passed until he stepped away and I had full view of his member. Okay, maybe not his first, I thought.
I laughed as his dick began filling inside with blood and stuck out limply. "What's up?"
"Nothing much. How about you?" He walked toward me, and I started to feel the swelling, too.
"So um, whatcha wanna do?" I smirked, pointing to his obvious want for me. "Want a job?"
"That would be cool." All right.
I went toward him and suddenly realized that we would get expelled if an administrator or the wrong teacher were to walk in the bathroom. "Maybe we should go into a stall?"
"Nah, it's okay dude. Right here's fine. The teachers know me. It's cool."
"Wow, so you're pretty powerful around here, huh?" I don't know why, but suddenly I wanted to kiss him and hold him instead of just eating his cum.
"Yeah, whatever." He squeezed his head, and it turned almost purple with his muscular hand wrapped around it. "Just get to it, okay?"
"Alright." I got on my knees and looked at him standing above me. My dick was so hard that it hurt. I slipped his head in my mouth, and tasted precum when I ran my tongue in his slit. He pulled it out from his shorts, and put in all the way in the back of my mouth. I wanted my first pressure suck to catch him, so I sucked all the air out my mouth, and then pulled away from his dick. He obviously liked it because he grabbed my hair and forced me back on him. I continued this, and lost all fears of anyone walking in. If they did, they would just have to wait until we were done.
Then my thoughts changed. I looked up at his face, and saw his tongue licking his lips and moaning. I completely took my mouth off his dick. My teeth came down too quickly and I almost bit his head. I was truly sorry for this, and patted his stomach for some reason. Hard, flat stomach. Nice.
I then stood up to look at him in the face. He was totally shocked, being that his pleasure was quickly taken away. "What are you doing?" he said lazily.
"I want to kiss you." I just stated.
"What? I mean please, my cock almost hurts!" He got a face of unhappiness. With that, I almost got back on my knees at that point, but something told me this guy was different.
"No, please, just let me," I pleaded, "You're so gorgeous."
"Yeah, but what about this?" He grabbed his dick again, and pumped it once.
"If you let me kiss you once, tongue included, I'll suck you raw." I sounded so pathetic, but I didn't care.
"Fine." He closed his eyes, licked his lips, and opened his mouth. I leaned in, but stopped again. We were no more than an inch from each other, and I felt his breath on my face. Ultimate sexy. He was just so different.
"Do you have a name?" I asked.
He sighed then, and said what I'd been fearing: "Look, uh, I gotta get back to class." He backed away from me, and put his dick back in his pants. He moved it around to make it a little less obvious, but when it's that big, you can't help but see.
"I'm sorry for ruining this, I guess."
"Hey, it's okay. The school bathroom isn't exactly the ideal place to have sex in, ya know." I said nothing, inwardly hating myself. He turned to look me over one last time. "Dude, it coulda been good, though."
"Yeah, it could've." I said on the edge of tears.
He walked toward the door, but turned back at me. Smiling, he said warmly, "It's Matthew. Matthew Walls." He pushed the hair out of his hot face, and readjusted his shirt.
"Bye." I tried to smile, but I made my disappointment obvious. "Bye Matthew."
"Hey before I go, I'd like a name for reference, too." He queried about me, and I felt so flattered.
"Trae..." I wanted him to ask for a last name so bad.
He only nodded, and quickly left. I got myself together, my hard-on diminished long ago. It had been probably only five minutes, but felt like years had gone by. That guy, Matthew Walls, was leaving a lasting impression on me. After about a minute of splashing water on my face, I too stepped out of the bathroom.
I walked back to the end of the 100 Hall, and was barely thinking about where I was going. I passed the 200 Hall when I heard a voice calling from where I was just previously.
"Trae!" I whipped around and saw him walking toward me.
"Huh?" I smiled, not knowing what to expect.
He touched my arm. Shock waves went through my body. "I'm sorry about that whole kiss thing." There he leaned into me with his entire body, and there, in wide open, he kissed me so gently, I barely felt his velvet lips touch my quivering ones. "I was just having a bad day, and I wanted a simple job. I'm sorry." If I quivered because he touched my arm, I must've screamed, only I wasn't aware of what I was doing. I was only aware of his warmth.
"Well I'm sorry for not delivering for you," I added, "we still could you know."
"At another place, definitely. I always finish what I start." Those words, as storybook as they were, instilled his manly sexuality into me. He handed me a note. "My number. Wait until after nine to call. But please call. Please."
"Don't worry!" I was a little too excited about it, but I didn't care.
The bell rang at that precise moment. Within seconds people started to fill the middle hall. We exchanged byes, and also see-you-soons. I was definitely going to call this guy.
Sam311311@msn.com. Please email me for comments. I will post soon again. Trae