You may be wondering who I am, or what happened last week on the bus or in second period, or who this boy is sleeping next to me... but we'll get there. Don't worry we will.
It all started when I entered spanish class in my Sophomore year. Oh yeah, my names Jake by the way. I am almost six feet tall with a muscular build and dark blue eyes and brown hair. I guess I'm attractive, but I've never been one to be cocky. I am usually really quiet during class, or it could be the fact that really no one talks to me. Im not sure. Ive been in the closet for a couple of years now, but I guess I have some friends. I am not too popular.
I sat down in Spanish class the first day of school and there he walks in. His name is Liam, and he is perfection in human form. He is one year older than me, a bit shorter, and has green eyes that pierce you like a knife and make you melt. He's one of those hipster kids with a hipster girlfriend, and he kills me everyday. There's no way he will ever notice me, but lets get back to him. He sat their in his desk in front of me and I was immediately hit with the signature Hollister smell. I could have died and been okay. His face is perfectly sculpted, little to no imperfections what so ever. It is so hard to explain. His jaw line traces down his tan skin to full, pouty lips that I would kiss anytime, anywhere. His nose fits his skinny face and his eyes perfectly compliment his brown short hair that stretches down an inch from his hair line in a perfect swoosh every time. And oh his body. HIs slender form leads to small, muscled hips from baseball and perfectly formed arms. His fingers stretched for miles (I wish they would stretch somewhere else ;)) and the one time I saw him shirtless showed a hairless tan chest with nice, toned abs. Every day I would see him in Spanish and notice every one of his features, gazing at his perfection that not many girls seemed to notice. There was something else though. He was never smiling, not with his friends or to teachers or anything. It took me all in my power to ask him what makes him so freaking sad every day. My sister, her name's Julie, she was friends with his sister. Julie told me that Liam's Dad died extremely recently, forever casting a permanent frown on to Liam's face. It was adorable, but also depressing to know that this boy will never forget his Dad. He is so perfect I can't even explain.
This boy was in every single thought of mine, encompassing my life while I was hidden behind the fear of society. It wasn't until I found out he was in band that I knew I might, just maybe have a chance of getting with this sex god. See, every year the band would travel by bus to some theme park in some state and compete. I always loved the bus ride, because everyone gets so crazy and fun. Last year, we caught the most popular guy in school jacking off in the bathroom of the bus. Good times ;). But anyways, we eventually got to that time of entering the bus and beginning our eight hour trip. And the beginning of torture. Liam sat right behind me, with his legs up on the back of my seat and everything. I probably had a mental orgasm, who knows. My cock started throbbing like every other time I see him and I stopped myself from looking back all the times I could. Hiding my 7.5 inch within my sweatpants, I waited to see what this bus ride would lead to.
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