Disclaimer:
If this story's content was to offend you, you would not even be on the site this is posted. This story includes male-male, UST (unrequited sexual tension) various sexual situations, some swearing, infatuation, interracial relations, sex, some non-concentual mishaps, romance, heroics, & delicious details of sports. This story is true, all but 3 'granted' names have been changed to protect both the innocent & the ignorant^^
There will be an interesting addition to this story latter on involving an actual woman's convention in which only gay or bisexual men are welcome.
The One. (P1)
My name is Luca Schenkenberg (Lew, kuh-Shehn, kehn, berg), half Swedish half Italian. I've been gay as long as I've known. My parents may have been suspicious at the time but never said anything. I had an odd Jr. High life, picked on for my rather long hair.
My dad is alternately responsible for my taste in men. He was always watching pornos when my mother was asleep. Sometimes I would catch a glimpse from the stairway. I didn't like breasts & squeaky voices, that was for sure. I was annoyed by the girls who followed me & frustrated in the boys' locker room.
In highschool my world changed around. Like any decent gay boy my first priority was to get into a sports class; mainly wrestling & football. I wanted to see all the boys in action, smashing into eachother, I wanted to feel another boy's skin mingling with mine. & for reasons any man can understand I bought a pair of tight leather briefs to wear under my boxing shorts to prevent unnecessary distractions^_~
One day after football practice had ended early I walked over to the basketball court & something caught my eye. A young Japanese boy with a baseball cap & ponytail. . He was only about 5.5 but could he jump! The game ended in a tie. He stood there, sweat dripping off his skin & tank.
He removed his baseball cap & pulled out his ponytail, letting his long hair fall down to his butt. His hair was black with bright blue streaks & the sun shone on it....like stars the night sky. His face was smooth & perfect. Though I normally preferred dark or tanned skinned, I admired his milky complection Not a line or bump on his perfect face. His arms & legs were slender but a little meaty & well chiseled.
Like all the other boys he took off his tank. I could see his bow-tie body, petite but a little built. His chest was almost as smooth as his face, but the muscles were there. His golden-white skin shone like the sun's rays.
He was laughing with some of the others. Even a laugh couldn't bring lines to mar his face. I wanted to see more. As they headed for the locker room our class followed.
I hid in one of the stalls (which fortunately face both the showers & the lockers.) To my dismay, he was a shy boy & waited till the others had gone to the showers before he stripped down. His hips were naturally flat but his waist tucked in a little. He wore black briefs under his P.E. shorts. I drooled as he removed them. His pubic hair was the only hair he had that wasn't on his head, though he had a little under his arms. It was black & shiny. His member was a modest 5 inches & glowed more than any part of his body.
I was disappointed when he grabbed a towel from his locker & wrapped it around his waist. He scuttled over to the showers & let the towel drop, giving me a quick view of his tight little ass before he disappeared behind the white curtain. Damn those curtains!
I sneaked over to his locker. He'd left his clothing sprawled out on the bench. I took his tank in my hands & inhaled the scent. The need in my pants was ever-increasing. Without delay, I stole his tank into my own locker & replaced it with mine & ran to take a very quick cold shower.
I took a shower at an angle so I could peer out & look at him. He was already at his locker now & I sighed as he dressed himself. He held my tank up & his brows wavered. The tanks was dry & too large for him. He had a pouty look on his face that was so cute, even the cold water made me feel hot. He looked around wearily to see if his was around anywhere, but to no avail. He shrugged his shoulders with a frown & crammed it into his backpack.
I leaned my head against the shower wall as he left. I had a piece of him now, but I had made him feel uncomfortable.
That night I held his tank close to me as a child with a stuffed bear. The tank was dry, but it still reeked of his euphoric scent. I dreamed of making love to him in the locker room showers, & had to clean up the mess in my bed the next morning as a result.
Once at school I ran to Alliyah, a strange but friendly "okama" girl who adored gay men. I scooted her over to a remote area her a tree & showed her the tank top. She gave me a wicked smile & patted me on the back. "So, you finally found yourself a man."
I blushed & twisted the tank nervously in my hands. "But I don't know anything about him."
She yanked my head so that our cheeks touched & pointed to all the kids walking around the front of the school. "You just point out who he is next time & I'll find out everything I about him for you."
Some girls passed us & smiled. Everyone in school thought I was straight because she was always manhandling me. She was like a tough-cookie big sister, always looking out for me & doing stuff for me. She even tormented jocks who picked on gays. With her around, I felt like I could be openly gay & invincible at the same time.
She whispered into my ear & giggled. "& if you score him, don't leave out any details the next morning. Or hide me in your closet so I can watch." I felt all the blood rush to my face. She was a bigger pervert than any guy in school.
We walked until I saw him in the hall & squealed "there he is!" Her eyes lit up like Christmas lights. She had a fondness for Asian boys herself. "Ohhhh! Good choice! He's in my math class. (He looks addorable when he's asleep!) His name is....." I was nearly on the edge as she struggled to remember. "Masahiro Gakuto." (Mah, sah, hrow-Gahkt)