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Andrew. That name always rang a certain bell in my head. I've known him since... a long time ago, and have gone to the same school with him until now in high school. We still see each other on occasion, but we never talk anymore, with the exception of small talk.
My name is Luke. I'm 15, have crystal-blue eyes, brown "Bieber" hair, and I'm somewhat short for my size. I'm not midget-sized, though. And I'm, well, gay. At least I think I am. I'm always fantasizing about other guys, so I don't know if that's being completely gay. But I'm still a virgin. Anyways, like I said before, I've known Drew for a long time. He is a gorgeous guy that any girl would crave. He's 5'8" with short, light-brown almost reddish hair, a serious expression etched on his face when he's among anyone but his close friends, brown eyes, a small pinch of freckles across the bridge of his nose and upper cheekbones, and a tiny hint at a Western accent, but probably not inherited directly from his parents.
Oh, and we're both freshmen in high school.
I started fantasizing about Drew when we both entered middle school years. It was a giant leap from elementary school, and a fresh new start at life now that you start going through puberty.
We always hung out together in the courtyard in front of the school cafeteria, at the same table with the same friends, every day for both years in middle school, and half a semester in high school.
Today was a normal day, except the fact that one of our friends, Brett, a blond stud about my height and equally as hot as Drew, found a new friend: Tanner.
Tanner was a jerk. I knew him as a serious life-screwer. He looked just like us in our clique, walked just like us, and certainly spoke like most of us. He looked cool, but as soon as he saw that you were a nerd, or anything below cool status, you were his enemy for life.
"He's staying in Arizona 'till we graduate. He's pretty cool," Brett said with a wide grin on his face. Secretly, I adored that smirk. It was beautiful; the moment I thought of that I felt rushes of blood flow into my dick, hardening it until it hurt. I pried my eyes away from Brett and turned to face Tanner.
He had short black hair, a slightly hooked nose, blue eyes, and a slim body. Oh, and a big mouth. He claimed that his parents owned a mining company here in Arizona, and that was the reason for his move. I didn't care, though-I hated ignorant people, and Tanner was one of them.
On and on he went, talking about this and that and how his life was rainbows and unicorns and Skittles. During his speech, I turned my gaze on my idol-Drew. He was sitting on a wooden bench across from me, directly behind Tanner. Drew didn't seem to pay any attention to him, but was instead flipping through a book hidden in his backpack. What the hell is he looking at in there? I pondered on it for a few seconds, but then knew for sure when his muscular hand (he is a baseball player, yes) slipped underneath his cargo shorts, his attention still focused on whatever was inside his backpack.
My dick, again, got a rush of excitement like before with Brett. This time, though, I was witnessing the guy of my dreams jacking off right in front of me. And my friends! I didn't give a damn, though, because all the other guys were listening to Tanner's crap and didn't see anything going on next to them.
I noticed Drew's jacking-off session climaxing, so I started panicking on what to do. If they see that Drew was wanking off right next to them, and I was in front of him... that's just-weird! "Drew!" I snapped.
His face snapped forward, one hand in his pants, his other in his backpack holding a porn magazine, and a surprised gaze locked on me.
I paused, and felt myself blushing. Then I leaned in and whispered, "Save it for the bathroom."
His surprise changed to a look of innocent confusion, but I knew better; to show Drew that I knew about his "happy time", I jacked off an imaginary dick in the air above my crotch.
His face turned a deep red, and he hastily took out his hand from the shorts. Zipping up his backpack, he murmured something about his "next class" and left in the opposite direction. The bell just rang, signaling the end of lunch hour.
I had Algebra class next, with Drew-and Tanner. All three of us sat at the back of the class, with Tanner in front of me and Drew on my left (this was the only class which I loved to be in; guess why?). This was the only class I ever had with a teacher that any student ever wanted: one that occasionally slipped a cuss word on purpose, understood what the students went through in every-day life, and was never strict or mean (except on some occasions). His name was Mr. Z, and he was in his early 40s.
I itched to say something to Drew to stir up a conversation. Secretly, I wanted him to pay attention to me, and not to talk with that hook-nosed lard-ass in front of me. We never actually told Tanner to shut up, or stop being annoying and talkative, because... well, he talks about the same things we do, but just talks too much about them.
Mr. Z got up and started handing out the review sheet for Friday's test. I groaned inwardly, because Mr. Z guides us through the worksheet (well, practically does the whole thing for us) on the overhead and tells us to copy down everything he does on loose-leaf paper, in order to use it on Friday's test. What this meant for me was that I wouldn't be able to talk to Drew while I'm working.
Just then, his desk phone rang. I was relieved. I noticed Tanner turning to another friend of his in front of him. I took my chance.
"So... how's life, Drew?" I began awkwardly.
He was slumping in his chair, which was attached to the desk. It showed his bulge, and that's when I stare at him the most. It's hot.
"I dunno. It's so damn boring at my place, 'cause my parents are outta town for another 4 days, and all I have is MW3 and food."
I was planning to ask him if I could come over and do something fun with him, but he read my mind. "Wanna come over after-school?"
My brain exploded with excitement, but I managed to keep a straight face as I said, "Sure. Where do you live?"
He told me. I was bewildered, because he lived 5 houses away from me, and I never realized until now. "I didn't know you live in my neighborhood!" I exclaimed.
He grinned, and his eyes squinted. For some reason, I love it when he does that. "I thought you knew! You lived in that house for, what, 7+ years? And you never knew? Oh-em-eff-gee."
"What the hell was that 'OMFG' thing?" I laughed.
He shrugged his shoulders. "Dunno. Just a little bit of my stupid side."
I turned away, checking to see that Mr. Z was still chatting away on the phone. Thank you forever. As I turned back, I saw Drew beckoning me with one index finger. I leaned in, and he whispered, "Thanks for... helping me... ya know, with that 'incident' during lunch?" His gaze was serious, and I felt myself drawn into him.
"Yeah, sure. I just didn't want anyone to see you doin' that shit."
"Alright, so thanks. Umm, I think I'll finish that in the bathroom." He winked at me, then gave a small grin. I returned it.
When Drew started to leave, he hurried back to my desk, and said, "Love ya, bro. No homo, by the way." Then he left.
Yep. I love you, too. But... there's a lot of homo there, I thought to myself.