Kyle Masters is a great guy. He's kind and sweet and gentle and cute. I can't believe I've been on the same hockey team with him since freshman year and I never realized how wonderful he is. It's been two weeks since our first date and things are absolutely, positively wonderful. He's amazing, that's all I can say. We still aren't technically boyfriends but we do all the things boyfriends should do. I think we're both afraid to put that label on us but neither one of us knows where the fear is coming from.
My day doesn't begin until I see him waiting for me at the main entrance so we can talk. I wanted to drive him to school but he told me he didn't want to completely abandon Nick. We bargained and now he and Nick drive to school in the morning and I drive him home after practice. Everyone seems happy with the arrangement, especially Nick, because he gets to go home early and "prepare for his concert." At least that's what he says. This arrangement has only been in place for the past week, but I think it could become permanent.
Our days have become pretty routine. I see him at the entrance and I walk over to him, we talk while we walk to my locker and then to his, and by that time the bell rings for us to get to class. I have lunch with him and Nick everyday. John usually joins us, but Drew is stuck at the other table with his girlfriend and her friends. Drew told me that the girls originally thought I was dating Nick, but when they saw the way I looked at Kyle, they knew it was him. I felt bad for Kyle at first because he didn't want people to know he was gay, but it's his fault because he couldn't stay away from me during the day. When a guy starts suddenly hanging out with the resident homosexual, people are bound to talk, and we were in high school so it didn't take much to start a rumor. Kyle was scared that he would be hassled just like Nick, even though it turns out Nick is far from gay. I won't
lie and say everyone at the school was supportive and nice, but no one was particularly nasty to us either. We didn't do too much during the first week. We usually just walked next to each other with our shoulders bumping occasionally, but now that everyone knew, I had convinced Pat to hold my hand sometimes as we were walking through the hallways. The first time we did it, you could have heard a pin drop. Conversations stopped mid sentence as people stared, and the whispers started as soon as we passed. But by a few days later, people just ignored it.
Anyway, after practice, Kyle and I would usually go get something to eat and go back to my place, or just go back to my place and scavenge the refrigerator. He was surprised that he never met my parents. I knew I would have to tell him why they weren't around much, but I thought I should save that conversation until after we figured out what was going on with us. We make out a lot at my house, but surprisingly,
neither one of us has pushed for it to go further. Sometimes he'll just lay in my arms and we'll watch tv together and there are never any complaints. I don't think we should be up to sex yet, but I do feel like maybe we're slowing down too much. This guy is a walking hard on. I see him and I feel a tingle in my dick, I hold him and I just want to go crazy. I always drive him home with a boner in my pants and then I have to rush back home and take care of it. I don't think he realizes what he's done to me. Ever since he kissed me, he's been the only guy in my head. I fantasize about him night and day. I see his face every time I close my eyes. I know I've got it bad for him.
I'm still jealous as hell of John though. John tutors him almost everyday after I drop him off and they have developed a friendship that I can't help but be jealous of. I wonder why I don't care about his friendship with Nick, but I want to die because he's friends with John. I think it's
because Nick isn't a threat to me. John, however, is a threat and sometimes I catch him looking at me or Kyle in a way that really unnerves me. I don't know what his deal is. Kyle seems to know something about him, but he won't tell me what it is. I walked up on them talking a few days ago and Kyle was saying, "It's your secret. I'll never tell anyone unless you ask me to, but I think something like that should come from you anyway." I cleared my throat and they both looked at me. John looked pale.
"So what's the big secret?" I asked thinking it wasn't a big deal because we were all friends, but they both got nervous and Kyle was a little fidgety.
John finally spoke up. "Nothing, I was thinking about buying presents for you guys for um Christmas."
I knew he was lying. "It's too early to think about that." I was hoping he would take the hint and confess but he didn't.
He gave me a weak smile and said, "Yeah, you're right."
I've been
driving myself crazy since then trying to figure out what it might be. I keep thinking that he might be gay. The other night while we were resting on my bed, I asked Kyle about the secret and he told me he couldn't talk about it with me. I was going to protest and beg him to tell me, but he cut me off with a kiss, which turned in to a make out session and John's secret became the furthest thing from my mind. I knew Drew wouldn't help me because I turned to him the first time I had questions about John, two weeks ago, and he stonewalled me.
It was the last period of the day, so I was with Chris. "Chris are you going to come to Nick's concert tonight or what?"
"Sounds lame to me."
"It will be fun, all the guys are coming and there's a party afterwards."
"And?"
"And we haven't spent much time together this semester and I would really like you to be there so we can hang out."
"It's your fault we haven't spent much time
together." He leaned across the space between our desks and whispered, "You're the one who's too busy tonguing down your little boyfriend." He stuck his tongue out at me and moved it around a little like he was French kissing someone. I grabbed his tongue and he pulled back laughing. "Eww, gross." He was rubbing his tongue with his finger like he was cleaning away my germs or something. "Okay, I'm coming. Dag, you don't have to try to rip my tongue out!" He was smiling, so I flipped him off. "Where is it at anyway?"
"Don't worry about that. I'll pick you up at your house some time after practice. I'll call to let you know the exact time, later."
"Will Kyle be with you?"
"Of course."
"Oh, I might ride with Drew and John then."
"Don't be an ass!"
"I don't want to be a fifth wheel."
"First of all, you could never be a fifth wheel, you're my best friend. Any time with you is time well spent." I flashed a cheesy smile
and then I told him, "Plus your girlfriend is coming and I already told her I would pick her up. It will be like a double date."
"Okay, but try not to have sex with him while we're still in the backseat. Two guys getting it on isn't a visual I need in my head while I'm with my girl. Talk about a buzz kill!" Now it was his turn to flash a cheesy smile. I gave him the finger again and he laughed. The teacher finally walked in, fifteen minutes late as usual.
I was happy when class was over. I got up and went to meet Kyle so I could drive him to practice. Practice went well, but it was after practice that I was looking forward to. We were going to take off the hockey gear and go back to my place to get ready for the concert. We were sitting in my car stopped at a red light. I happened to look over at him and I had to look a little longer. Usually I showered at the rink and he showered at my place, so I was used to his sweaty look, but today was different.
Even with his hair plastered to his face by sweat, he was still beautiful. I was sitting there staring at him when he asked, "What?"
"Nothing." He smiled at me and I smiled back, then the moment was ruined by the sound of a horn. I looked at the light and it was green. I guess I was a little too distracted. I took off and we went to my house. I was usually horny, but I was feeling extra horny for some reason and I didn't know why. I think it was the intoxicating smell of our sweat. I wanted to rip off Kyle's clothes and lick every part of him.
When we reached my bedroom, I was even hornier from watching his nice ass walk up the stairs in front of me. My dick was strained in my shorts and I felt like my dick would burst with excitement. I wanted him so bad it was hurting. I felt like I might fall out if we didn't do something before the concert. Kyle got ready to take his shower and I watched as he went in the bathroom. I was going to try to handle my
hard situation while he was in the shower, but my horniness had a mind of its own. After I heard the water in the shower start, I decided to take some action. I ripped off my clothes and walked in the bathroom. I opened the door to the shower and Kyle looked over. He was startled, but he looked pleased. "What are you doing?"
"I thought we could save time and shower together." He didn't say anything, but I followed his eyes to my boner. He was just standing there staring at it. I wanted to be proactive, so I stepped in the shower and put my arms around him. I pulled him in to a kiss and felt my whole body get weak as his naked flesh made contact with mine. It was wonderful. Our kiss quickly became passionate and soon I had him pushed up against the side wall of the shower. I withdrew from the kiss and started kissing his neck. I could feel his hard dick make contact with my flesh, and every time it rubbed against my skin he would moan. I didn't want to prolong
the wait, so I dropped to my knees in the shower and looked at the prize. The water was hitting the side of my face, but it felt good and it wasn't too hot. I stuck out my tongue to touch the tip of his dick and he moaned even louder. I remember thinking that his dick didn't look the way I remembered it, but then I realized that my memory was from a dream and not reality.
His dick was a decent size for me. It was about 7 inches long and it wasn't that thick. I placed my lips around his dick and sucked him in to my mouth. I went as far down as I could go, which wasn't far at all. I heard Kyle moaning and saying, "Oh shit. Shit." Then I started bobbing my head on his dick and he moaned louder, "Oh, oh. Uh. Oh. Ooh. I'm going to cum." I figured he wouldn't last that long. I tried to take more of his dick in my mouth. I felt his dick expand and then I felt his hands on the back of my head. Suddenly his dick erupted in my mouth. I didn't know what to do with his
cum. I hadn't thought about that. Instinctively I swallowed, and pulled off of his dick. Kyle fell in front of me and the shower water was spraying between us. His eyes had a funny look in them. We both sat there for a few minutes, catching our breath. The look in Kyle's eyes changed and I watched his hand reach for my still hard dick. I was leaking precum and hurting for some satisfaction. "Let me help you with that." I was paralyzed. "Stand up and lean on the wall." I couldn't believe this was happening. "Pat, snap out of it!" I came back to earth and stood up.
He was licking my dick before I could reach the wall. I couldn't believe how great it felt. I closed my eyes and prayed that I could last longer than a few seconds. I felt the warmth of his mouth as my dick disappeared inside it. It was too much for me and I came hard. I know Kyle didn't expect it because I heard him choke a little. He swallowed what he could and stood up. There was cum dripping down
his chin, so I leaned over and licked it up with my tongue. It tasted salty. I whispered, "I'm sorry."
He lifted my head, looked me in the eyes and said, "Don't be." Then he leaned in and kissed me. I could taste myself in his mouth and I wondered if he could taste himself in mine. The thought turned me on and it was then that I realized my dick hadn't gone down. "Let's get cleaned up." He took the soap and started rubbing it all over my body, he took extra time with my dick and soon he was stroking me. I came again, but this time it was less explosive and there were fewer spurts. "Now let's get ready to go." We finished our shower quickly, even though I tried to protest. When we got out the shower I grabbed Kyle's hard dick and started stroking it for him. He laughed and slapped my hand away. "We'll never get out of here if you keep that up! Now leave it alone so it can go down."
I did manage to keep my hands to myself as we dried off, but it was
difficult. We put on our clothes and all I could think about was ripping Kyle's clothes off of him. He must have seen the look in my eyes as I walked towards him. "Don't even think about it," he warned. I put my arms around him and we started kissing. It was so passionate and lust driven that I couldn't stop. We ended up on the bed with me trying to pull his shirt off. He stopped me. "We have to stop."
"No we don't," I said as I kissed him again.
He pushed me off of him. "Yes we do, we're going to be late." I was surprised he was able to stop us. We got up and I called Chris to let him know what time I was coming and he told me his girlfriend was there with him. We were on our way to pick up Chris when I noticed the bulge in Kyle's jeans and I smiled at him. "You did this to me," he joked.
"Yeah well I guess we're in the same boat." He didn't even have to look at my pants.
"I noticed. What do you think got me so excited again?"
"Haha. I guess we're even then." We tried to talk about sports and other things to deflate our bulges, but nothing seemed to work. I didn't get out of the car when we stopped at Chris's house. I just pulled up and honked the horn. I wondered what else the night had in store for me as the four of us rode off towards the club.
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