First Impressions

This is my VERY first erotic story! Enjoy!

"First Impressions"

I woke up this morning to what HAS to be the most annoying sound in the world. I slammed down on its source, my old alarm clock, and looked at the time: 6:30 already. No sweat, half an hour left to get up and get dressed. But who invented this mind-shattering "beep-beep-beep" those digital alarm clocks have nowadays? No sixteen-year-old in his right mind would put up with this crap. Remind me to get an alarm with a radio tuner. Well, it did its job anyways, I was wide awake now. As I turned 'round, I stretched my neck and shoulder muscles and kicked the sheets off of me. I was greeted with the sight of my 6-1/2 inch morning hard on standing up. Of course I couldn't resist!

While I started stroking myself, I thought about my favorite fantasy: two teen boys doing a 69! The boy on top slowly going down on his friend, sucking the soft dickhead clean and licking the shaft up and down while his ass is being caressed and tickled by his friend's smooth and wet tongue, running his hands up and down the other's back. I sped up my steady-rhythm beating on my dick and gripped my balls firmly while the boys in my fantasy were bobbing their heads on eachother's cock, sucking and licking until they both shot their steamy load into their mouths...oh yeah...

With that, I quickly reached the edge and blasted five generous jets of cum over my bare chest. I lay there for a few minutes, rubbing the warm fluid into my chest and over my sensitive and erect nipples. Man did that feel good... Unfortunately, I had to get up. So after a shower and getting dressed I spiffed up my hair a bit and gave myself a look-see in the mirror. There I was, Jason Jennings, in my usual blue jeans-black shirt getup. My lightbrown hair was standing up nicely today, and my bright green eyes still had a sleepy look over them. I was positive on one thing: no one would ever suspect I was gay unless I told them.

But gay I was, and to be honest, I liked it. I guess I am a fairly easy person. Too much worries will drive you slowly insane anyhow. So when I was attracted to another boy in sixth grade, it was obvious for me: I'd never need a girl. Too bad for them too, because I was getting more and more attention from girls when I entered puberty and it got worse when I went to secondary school. It was like, I could not walk through a hallway in school without the usual "Hiiiiii, Jaaaaaay-sooooon" coming at me from behind several opened locker-doors. Puke. Anyways, I proceeded down the stairs and was greeted by my mom.

"Morning, dear. Sleep well today?"

"As well as could be expected.", I replied.

"So, want some breakfast?"

"Depends."

"On what?" My mom asked, getting agitated.

"On what we're having!" I said.

"For God's sake, Jason, we're having cereal. We ALWAYS have cereal, you know that."

"Yeah..." I replied, my mind already absent.

"So do you want some or not?", my mother inquired.

"Nah."

"And why not?"

"We ALWAYS have cereal!"

My mother couldn't help but smirk herself. "Really, Jason. I'm not in the mood for your jokes this morning. I have to get to work in 15 minutes myself, you can get your own breakfast, right?"

"Sure, mom. No problem. I can pick something up from the school's cafeteria when I get there."

"You be a good boy in school now, you hear?"

"Hehe, you know me better than that, mom.", I answered with a grin.

"That's what I'm afraid of.", she smiled back.

I guess me and mom get along pretty well, considering. I think I'll tell her about me someday, just not right now. I think she'll understand. But, like the rest of the world, will be shocked beyond belief as well. It's not like I act gay. In fact, if there is such a thing as "gay-acting", I'd most definitely not be nominated for the Oscar.

After kissing mom goodbye and leaving home I got on the bus to school. It took me about twenty minutes to get there, and aside from a decent looking blond kid there was nothing to gaze at on the bus. Just my luck to be sitting behind Lady Chatterly and Miss Motormouth too, the both of them giggling like hyenas with every bump the bus made. I slowy began to wish I DID have some cereal, so I could violenty puke it into their necks. The bus finally stopped, and I got up and walked past the two giggleguns, the inevitable smirks hitting the back of my head as I walked by. Sigh...you know, if being straight is THIS easy, I might save myself a lot of trouble if...nah!!

I walked into the school's main lobby and into the cafeteria. I was immediately saluted by my best bud Vince, who greeted me with his trademark "Hey, Jace!" I gave Vince a high-five and sat down next to the only person in the world who knew I was gay. "Morning, dude!", I said. "How's life this morning?"

"The usual", Vince replied. "Shit man, who thought up this early hour class anyway?"

"Dunno man", I said. "But if I find out..."

"You'll do WHAT, exactly?" Vince rebuked with a grin.

"Err...File a written complaint?"

"Yeah, whatever dude!"

In case you're wondering, NO, I'm not interested in Vince. I've thought it over, but he told me he was straight right after I decided to let him in on my little secret. Even though he has his moments he's not my type anyway. He's got brown hair that's substantially darker than mine, especially considering he always uses gel to slick it back, giving him a "fresh-out-of-the-shower" look. He's got dark eyes to boot. That, with his leather jacket, sets him apart from me nicely. I was wearing my light blue denim jacket again, and my lightbrown hair was standing up. Whenever we were together, we'd get that "couldn't care less" look over us, which just seemed to make girls crazy. I noticed we were getting looks again. A pair of unattractive (at least that's what I thought) girls were eyeing us over from the other side of the room. Vince nudged me and said: "You've got some admirerers again, dude!"

"Yup", I sighed. "You can have 'em, I'm not interested"

"I KNOW that..."

"You know, what I'd REALLY like..."

"Don't start, Jace..."

"A nice, firm, cute..."

"I DON'T wanna hear it dude!"

"Young, teenaged, lovelEearghh!

I just felt a staggering pain in my mid-section as Vince shoved two fingers right in my abdomen! A smile broke out on his face . "Don't start some", he smirked.

"Okay, I admit it, I had that one coming.", I said. "Damn right too!", Vince replied.

Little did I know then that Fate had just granted me my wish. As I was casually glancing around the cafeteria, this boy walked through the door that made my jaw drop to the floor. I couldn't help but stare at what just walked by me.

He had golden blond hair, fairly long, hanging just over his eyes. Blond locks swayed back and forth over his brows, matching the seductive pase he was walking in. His face was flawless, his skin was peach-colored. His eyes were a teint of blue I had never thought existed! All put together he had a babyface most movie-stars would die for. His body was something else. He had this delicate frame (I'm guessing he was 15 or so) which seemed almost feminine. He wore a tight white shirt with v-neck, and tight stretch-jeans that made his bubble-butt stand out in the most mouth-watering way imaginable! You know how women wear push-up bras? Well, his jeans were doing the exact same thing to his butt, I swear! His white sneakers were pushing his body up in a mesmerising rhythm as he walked, and the muscles in his ass flexed with every step he took. I was hypnotised by his entire being! We made eye contact for a brief second, and my heart sank. And then... He walked right past me. Without knowing it, my head had turned almost ninety degrees. I was still staring at him. At that moment, Vince gave me a slap on the back of my head. I finally snapped out of it and turned to face him.

"What?" I said.

"Iiiiieeuww, that's gross man!"

"WHAT??"

"You like THAT kid? Typical."

At that point I didn't quite know what to say yet. So I just blurted out: "I, uh, heheh..I don't, uh... no idea what you're talking about..."

Vince leaned in on me a little. He then said: "Let's face it, that guy has "Do me, I'm gay" written all over himself! And then you! You eyed him like you've been on a diet of horseshit for the last two years and you just saw a giant ice-cream on legs! And it's not like he's your type or anything..."

"Okay! Enough already!", I interrupted him.

"So you admit it! Your Honor, the prosecution rests..."

"Was it that obvious...?" I sheepishly asked.

"Duh."

"So do you really think he's gay??" I said, maybe a little too enthusiastic. When I looked over my shoulder, I saw the same blond cutie looking directly at me! And when my eyes met his, he quickly looked away again...

"Ssshhhh, man! You wanna keep it the fuck down already..."

"Yeah, uh...sorry I guess...", I started.

"If you really wanna know though, go an' ask him. "

"Yeah, right, Kurt NoBrain! How am I gonna ask him without blowing my own cover, huh?"I retorted.

"Oh, yeah...In that case, go talk to his friends. Worked every time I was interested in a girl, you know."

"Yeah, but I don't even know who that guy is, let alone who his friends are, what classes he's in..." I was getting a bit nervous at this point. Vince caught on.

"Look, this is obviously getting to you.", Vince said. "I don't know who that kid is either... -never saw him before in fact- but he's talking to Linda Schulman right now..."

I looked over. Vince was right.

"And if there's one thing I'm certain of...", he said, grabbing my chair and forcefully turning it towards my blond angel, "...you can use your charms on Linda to find out more about Dicaprio overthere."

"Yeah, but...", I protested. It didn't help.

"Good...LUCK!"

With that, he put his boot up against the seat of the chair I was in and jettisoned me out of it, sending me stumbling halfway towards the object of my dreams.

"And get me some coffee while you're at it!" Vince yelled after me.

I had no choice but to go now, standing aimlessly in the middle of the cafeteria. I took a deep breath and started walking towards Linda, trying not to look at the gorgeous being standing only a foot or two away from her...

"...so you just follow me to Geography class in a minute,and you'll be fine, ok?", Linda was telling him. This kid was in MY class? Awesome!!

"Um, ok, thanks," he replied. Wow, even his voice was sexy. It was a fairly high voice, and he had this awsome seductive intonation to it that seemed to carry every word he spoke in slow motion...or maybe I was just being love-struck.

As he walked away,I finally decided to adress Linda: "...uhm, HI, Linda..."

Linda looked up to see me standing in front of her, her mind going into "Ohmigawd-Jason's-talking -to-me" state.

"Hi..." she sighed.

"Um, I was wondering if you knew what, uh, class we have next?" I asked.

"Yeah, uh, it's Geography..."

I got enough guts to skip the small talk and asked: "So who's your friend?"

"Oh, you mean Robbie...", she said as she indicated towards the counter, where he was now standing to order somethingorother, treating me to a nice view of his butt again...

" ...he's just here for today to check out the school, he's going to move to our town shortly and he wants to choose a good school, but it's not like he's my boyfriend or anything, 'cause..." Linda jabbered on. I knew enough.

"Yeah, THANKS, Linda...", I said as I approached the counter.

"um, bye, Jason..."

I walked over to the counter, where Robbie had just paid for a chocolate milk. I glanced over to his eyes again, the proximity now granting me a much better look than before. His eyes were a dark deep blue, almost like ocean-blue. They were absolutely the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. I also noticed his eyelids weren't fully open as he gazed around the cafeteria. He had this dreamy gaze over him that just made him look even more sexier to me than he already was. As he was looking, his eyes met mine again. Something about his face changed.

I used the opportunity to say something, "Hi, you're Robbie, right?" I said as I extended my hand. "I'm Jason."

He cautiously took my hand and shook it. "um, hi..." he said. "How'd you know my name?" "I just talked to Linda over there."

"Oh..ok.."

"Sooo...", I started, "you're thinking about moving here, then?"

"Yeah...look, I gotta go, ok?", Robbie said. With that, he took off and almost ran out of the cafeteria! I was shocked to say the least! What'd I do??

I was deeply dissapointed and decided to head back to the table I was sitting a moment ago. When I got back, I promtly fell back in the chair next to Vince with a heavy sigh. He gave me a look, then asked: "So where's my coffee?"

"Shut up, Vince."

"Went lousy, huh?"

"Yeah..." I took a deep breath again as most boys and girls slowly started to drip out of the cafeteria and into the locker-room, indicating the first period was almost starting. A great thing about teenage behavior, most of them just "follow the leader", probably some first term kid with a backpack twice his size affraid to dissapoint the teacher if he's late. Man I was depressed.

I turned to Vince and said: "I don't get it man. I mean he hardly talked to me!"

Vince just grinned. "I hate to be the one to have to break this to you, Jace, but you don't exactly look queer to the rest of the sentient world, dude...", he said.

"Yeah, I guess, but still, he practically ran away!"

"You were probably just intimidating him man."

Maybe Vince was right. I DID pop up out of the blue and started talking to him. Still, I don't remember me ever being scared shitless when a cute guy talked to me...I was definitely going to get to the bottom of this kid, no matter what!

Vince checked his watch. "We're late for our appointment with HELLLL!!", he said in a deep sinister voice. It finally brought a smile to my face again.

"Yeah, don't want to be dissapointin' the old mighty Demon!"

That demon turned out to be Mr. Aldon, our Geography teacher. Or Baldon, as he was more commonly known to us. Henry Aldon was a well-respected teacher in our school, and one of the senior staff. In his mid sixties, he had very few hairs on his head left. Hence the appropriate nickname. Don't let him catch you calling him that though, or you'll be spending the rest of your natural life in detention. Come to think of it, they probably won't even remove your dead carcass if your time isn't completed yet!

Vince and I got up and started towards our classroom. The architect who had designed this building a couple of years back made one little mistake: the fact that the main staircase and the entrance to the locker-room were opposite eachother and were accessible only in the far-off corner of the main hall, and everybody was always headed there. The result was a major traffic jam each time classes changed. Vince and I, already being a tad late, were in the back of this immense teen mass. Soon other kids started filling up the space behind us and were pressuring us to move on. In turn, we were pressuring the kids in front of us. We weren't really pushing just yet, but as I eyed Vince, I knew THAT wouldn't take much longer...

"You know", Vince complained, "what really pisses me off is that the one kid standing-uhh-in front of you is always two feet shorter than you and has his-ugh- backpack hanging just at convenient crotch-height!" He gave the little lad a decent shove against his backpack and that caused a small cascade of pushes in the mass of frustrated teens, promting the commands and repercussions of several teachers who were caught as well. Looking over the crowd I could see Mr. Peterson, the school's math teacher, desperately trying to maintain order while kids all around him were being cascaded into eachother and, some deliberately no doubt, gave Peterson himself a nice thrashing too. Peterson was a slender man in his late thirties with black curly hair, which now looked somewhat rugged from physical impacts. Frantically waving at what apperared to be Mrs. Jones, my History teacher, he tried to get the kids in front to move and the kids in the back to stop pushing at the same time. No such luck, mate. Vince and I were puhsing all we could push around us now and enjoying the chaos it created. Mrs. Jones, at only 5' 2", was looking slightly overwhelmed at the whole thing, leaving Peterson the only one trying to restore a two-by-two line of kids. It wasn't working.

Once Vince and I saw an opening we elbowed our way through to the front where the crowd had started to ascend the stairs and we quickly reached our designated classroom. We took our seats and waited for Aldon to commence his epic tale of...mud. But! Not just any mud, THIS mud could only be found in SOME parts of SOME countries and was the result of years upon years of plants dying and decomposing to leave, in the end, well, err... mud! Join us next week for an equally fascinating lecture on....sand!! I rested my eyes on Robbie, who had managed to find his own way to our class and had taken a seat up front. I gazed at the arch of his back, the way his shoulders passed into the curve of his neck, the little spot of naked skin that was left uncovered by the fabric of his white shirt. I admired the smoothness of his blond hair as he occaisionally whiped a strand of his hair from his eyes...If I wasn't careful, I'd be sure to pop a woodie in class. I could feel the tingling sensation im my balls already as Robbie reached up to scratch a spot on his shoulderblade that was just out of range for his delicate fingers... Omigod, too late...I was hard as a rock.

"Mr Jennings!" erupted Aldon.

Oh, no.

"Sir?"

"I'm under the assumption you do not particularly enjoy this class, but could you at least PRETEND to show some interest by opening your books, if it's not too much trouble today...?"

"Yessir", I stammered. I was lucky enough he didn't ask me to get up and work out the problem on the blackboard in front of the entire class! Instead, he asked Vince to, who was smirking next to me. He quickly stopped his giggles as he walked up to the board to identify the different layeres of mud drawn out in chalk.

Aldon was parading back and forth in front of the blackboard, dressed in a white button-down blouse and a tan suit. With this, he wore brown sandals, showing the black socks he was wearing underneath. He had this aire of grandeur about his being, and he lifted his head slightly upwards to illustrate his omnipotent presence. The charts and maps that were hanging from a metal railing on the ceiling, gave the impression of being orange curtains draped left and right of the blackboard, with Aldon passing back and forth as though on a stage in a massive theatre. All that was missing from his stature was a pipe to think you were looking at some famous playwright, if you didn't know the man. I think that deep within his mind that was exactly the kind of image he was trying to put down for the rest of the world. We sure as hell weren't falling for it though. The sandals gave him away.

Again, my eyes focussed on Robbie's back. As I looked closely I could make out the slight curves of his buttocks pressed in his seat by his weight. His tight blue jeans were leaving very little to the imagination as he shifted in his seat. I could see his thin pink lips gently nibbling on the end of his pencil. If only I could be that pencil for a while, I thought to myself. I just had to talk to him again. I was still wondering wether or not Robbie was gay. Vince said so at least, and he's always pretty sure of those things. "I can sense gay guys a mile away!", he once bragged to me. That was before I told him about me, of course. I had been his friend for all that time and he hadn't managed to sniff ME out! But then again, Robbie had these delicate feminine features, and the way he moved just looked so natural to me. It was like he just HAD to be...First impressions usually turn out to be the right one, sooo...I was definitely gonna chance it.

Due to my drooling over Robbie the hour passed fairly quickly. I decided to follow him to our next class, Physics, staying as close as possible to make sure that if he needed help finding his way I was sure to be the one to point out the classroom for him, and maybe get a conversation going that way. However, most of our classmates swept in front of the both of us so there wasn't really any need for him to ask. When we arrived at Physics class, I made sure to let Robbie take a seat first so I could sit somewhere I had a good view of his face. I sat to the right of him, across class, so I could glance at him occaisionally without him really noticing. Vince took a seat to my right. He said to me: "Next time you decide to go ga-ga over some guy remind me to take the day off, man! Jeez!"

"Oooh, I am SO sorry!" I said in a mocking indignant tone. "I'm not bothering you am I?"

"No. You're just not being very social today."

"Neither are you when you're making out with your newest gal. IN PUBLIC!", I rebuked.

"I never do that..."

"Yes you do.", I persisted. "You're just annoyed I'm looking at a guy instead of a girl. Is that it?"

"You know I don't care about the fact that you're gay, Jace, it's just..."

"You don't want me to be gay when you're around!" I threw at him.

Vince threw me an annoyed look back. "If that's the way you want it, fine!", he said as he turned in his seat, facing the other way. Why was he giving me such a hard time?

I sat there for a while feeling like shit. A minute later class started, and Robbie seemed to be enjoying himself. His eyes were filled with a look of disbelief when our Physics teacher, Philip Bowman, walked in. The seasoned bunch of us were sort of immune to his appearance by now, but Robbie was trying hard to hold back his giggles.

Apparently, there is some unwritten universal law that all Physics profesors must look like a total and utter mess. Bowman was no exception. He had a brushy head of hair that did not seem to care about gravity, and was a sort of blackish color with large patches of grey. He wore this "out of style, out of tone, out of everyting" knitted dark grey sweater over his white blouse and tie. (Why someone would wear a tie under a woolen sweater defies all logic anyway). His out-of-proportion nose bore tiny spectales for reading, with a cord on it draped around Bowman's neck. Occaisionally Bowman would reach under his sweater to find a ballpoint or ruler tucked in the pocket of his blouse, prompting smirks from almost any spectator, students and teachers alike. Once he made the mistake of taking his sweater off. He grabbed it at the bottom and pulled it inside out, but by the time it went over his head one of his spectacles' legs got caught in a seam of the old sweater. Bowman then managed to get the cord of his spectacles jammed behind his ears and sat there, arms in the air but still in the sleeves of his sweater, trying to untangle himself while the entire classroom filled with laughter. We all got detention that day...

Thinking of that day brought a smile to my face again when I saw Bowman enter with that sweater again. The class itself was pretty amusing. Bowman had this elaborate set of mirrors set up on a three feet by two feet slab of plywood. To the left of this contraption was a large black box and at the end a blank piece of paper, facing us. The second Bowman hit the switch a red dot appeared on the paper. We all started to violently clap our hands and cheering, much to Robbie's delight (and mine too, since I got to see Robbie's incredibly sexy smile for the first time!) Bowman made us calm down and continued to explain the red dot was actually an infra-red laser beam that, relected by the many mirrors, had ended up on the piece of paper. The beam itself was invisible. A collective "Awwww" arose from the classroom. Bowman then informed us that the only way to actually see the beam was to get particles in it's course. He then reached in his briefcase and effectively pulled out a packet of sigarettes.

"Sir, need I remind you that smoking on these premises is officially prohibited by State auth..."

"Shut up, Jennings!"

"Very good, sir."

Bowman dimmed the lights and then lit the sigarette. We all gathered round the table to catch a glimpse of the upcoming miracle presented before us. Then Bowman puffed some smoke into the maze of mirrors.

"Coff-coff, ahumm."

"Shut UP, Jennings."

"Yessir..."

Sure enough, in the smoke the red laser beams were clearly visible. We all were a little awe-struck at the clear red light as it made sharp angles from mirror to mirror before being intercepted by the white piece of paper. Bowman hit the light switch again and informed us that we were now ready for the REALLY exciting part. We were all handed assignments to calculate the angles of reflection based on the given coordinates. Yay.

After a tedious twenty minutes of calculating (followed by a ten minute period of intense Robbie-gazing!) The bell finally rang, and we were awarded a short break of fifteen minutes. I tried to make some eye-contact with Vince to maybe offer him my apologies, but he still ignored me. I decided to follow Robbie over to the main hall, never taking my eyes off of him. He looked back for a second, noticed me, and once again legged it out the hall and into the corridor leading to the schoolyard! I was baffled again by his reaction towards me! I just wanted to talk to him, that's all! Why was he being so evasive?

I stood there for a moment, then decided I HAD to know what was going on. If needs be, I'll just confess the whole lot to him. Something was just pushing me towards that corridor. I knew right then and there that if I didn't talk to Robbie now, I'd regret it for the rest of my life. I kept hearing his voice, I kept seeing his smile. I started towards the corridor, sped up my pace and before I knew it I was running top speed towards the schoolyard! I banged open the door and looked around. It didn't take me long to find Robbie; he was slumped back against the outer wall of the school.

I walked towards him, and when he noticed me his eyes got a strange look over them. I took it as what must have been a mixture of anger, fear and sadness. As I approached him, he suddenly faced me.

"Hey..." I started out.

Robbie immediately interupted me. "Don't say it, Ok? Don't even start. I heard you and the other guy talk about me in the cafeteria, about how you think I look gay."

I was shocked! "I..."

"Do you think I chose to be this way? Do you think I like being called "queer" and "fag" and all that shit? All you guys look at me like I'm some sort of freak or something. I just want to fit in somewhere! Just because I'm gay doesn't give you the right to treat me like shit!"

Robbie was really losing it, pushing me against my chest a couple of times. I just stood there. He then started to calm down a little. I saw his eyes fill with tears...Before I could say anything, he said: "Sorry if I looked at you, Ok?? Just leave me alone!" And with that, he ran past me, back inside the school again.

You know how time kind of slows down just after a shock or emotional impact? I never moved a muscle, just standing there in the schoolyard, trying to catch up with all the things Robbie just said to me, what he thought of me, why he was evading me, and all of a sudden the bell rang, signalling 3rd hour class was about to begin. I meandered back to the class I was supposed to be in, a double hour Math class, and went in. Peterson welcomed me in, but it went right by me. Some girl said hi, I didn't answer. I just sat down in shellshock and tried to play back everything Robbie said just then. So Robbie WAS gay! And he thought I was about to pick on him for being gay! He couldn't have been more wrong! How could he think that...I should have told him...I'm GOING to tell him! Can't wait to see the look on his face. And he said he was sorry for looking at me...oh wow...

I continued thinking random thoughts like that for the next hour and a half. My math excercises were still going nowhere, but I didn't care one bit! I couldn't stop thinking about Robbie. That's when it hit me...I'd never thought this much about ANY boy before! I was just filled to the brim with all sorts of emotions and thoughts that I couldn't place just yet, but they were all about Robbie. And I wasn't really thinking about sex with him either. I just had this insatiable desire to...BE with him.

At that point, my whole body actually started trembling, and I got goosebumps for no particular reason. I just had to get out of that class and see Robbie again...God I hope he didn't jump on the first bus home and decided this school sucked anyway... I was able to hold out for another ten minutes or so and actually raced out of the class when the bell rang, looking for Robbie. As I elbowed my way through the usual traffic jam, I spotted him. After the initial exuberance about the fact that he was still here had passed, I noticed he was in trouble!!

Robbie was standing up against the wall, overshadowed by about 6 foot worth of asshole named Patrick Jameson. Standing aside him was a lanky sidekick of his, augmenting every argument Patrick made with a "Yeah!". Jameson was presing Robbie up against the wall now, and I lost it. I was just about to go and kick both Jameson and his goon's asses when I felt someone grip my arm.

"Need a hand?", Vince said.

We stared at eachother for a brief moment, then I looked back to Robbie's predicament. I said: "He needs my help. You with me then?"

Vince grinned. "If it's important to you I'm always going to be with you, man. You know that."

"Thanks man." I said, looking him straight in the eye. He knew I meant it.

"Let's do it.", Vince said as we slammed our fists together. We engaged the enemy.

"Look, I'm sorry if I bumped into you..." Robbie tried, but Jameson wasn't about to let him walk away.

"If you think I'm just dissin' ya here, ya got it wrong, sissy. I ain't gonna take no disrespectin' from nobody!" Jameson barked.

"Yeah!", went the sidekick.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, what seems to be the problem?"

"None of yer business!", Jameson barked at me.

"It is now. Leave him alone." I said in a flat tone.

"You gettin' on me nerves, Jennings. Walk away before you get hurt."

"No, YOU're gonna get hurt if you don't back off!" I rebuked, staring him dead in the eye.

"So I suggest you do what Jace says and take a hike." Vince cut in.

"If you want a fight, you can have one." Jameson said and took a swing at me. He wasn't quite fast enoug so I could easily evade his punch. Vince wasn't as lucky as Sidekick elbowed him in the mouth. I gave Jameson a knee in the guts and knocked the wind straight out of him. Vince hit his opponent square in the nose, causing it to bleed. He then gave him a quick kick to the back of his knee, causing Sidekick to hit the floor. A well-placed punch to Jameson's jaw sent him down as well. As the boh of them struggled to get up, Peterson and the janitor came rushing in, trying to stop the brawl that had ensued. I guided Robbie by his arm as me and Vince backed off in the crowd, and slipped out the main hall as we took the corridor to the schoolyard. Once outside, the three of us caught our breath again.

"Yeah! Victory is ours!", Vince said as he high-fived me.

"You betcha! You allright by the way?"

"Sure, this is nothing.", Vince said as he whiped a speck of blood off his lip. I looked over at Robbie, who was visibly trembling and looked a little pale.

"Are you Ok, Robbie?" I asked with a concerned voice.

"Uh, yeah...I'm fine, um...thanks.", he stammered.

Vince noticed the uncomfortable silence between me and Robbie and said: "Hey, it was nothing. I'll see you guys later." He gave us both a friendly slap on the shoulder and left me alone with Robbie.

Robbie broke the ice after a few moments. "Um, Jason?"

"...Yeah?"

"I want to apologize for what I said to you earlier on...and I want to thank you and your friend for what you just did. No one's really ever stood up for me before..."

"Hey, I couldn't let those jerks beat you up..." I took a deep breath and then decided now would be as good a time as any. "...and besides...", I said, leaning in on him and lowering my voice to just above a whisper, "...we need to take care of our own." Slowly the contents of what I just said started to sink in with Robbie. I saw his head slowly turning towards me, his eyes opening to almost twice their normal size. He looked at me and I simply gazed back, a lustful look in my eyes and a sensuous smile on my face. He realised I wasn't kidding.

He litterally jumped up and started: "No way. No fucking way. This is... omigod...you're... you're..."

I just let my smile break through all the way and nodded to him. "Oh, man, I am SO sorry! I just never would have figured YOU for...waitaminnit, how do I know you're not just leading me on?"

I looked around to see if there were any spectators, and when I saw the coast was clear, I said: "If I was, I wouldn't do THIS!" and with that, I leaned in and pinned him against the wall. Robbie was startled at first, but he soon became a little more relaxed. That's when I leaned in and kissed him tenderly on the lips. I then let my hands slide down across his shoulders, and made sure I let my tongue brush up against his lips for a brief second before pulling back. Robbie just gazed back at me. He looked so happy. "I was hoping you'd do that..." he said with a huge grin on his face. I was just lost in his eyes. This time it was his turn to lean in, and he kissed me back quickly, then again and I grabbed the back of his head to hold his lips on mine. Soon Robbie started to kiss me with much more passion than he had before, and I got incredibly hard just marvelling at the fact that I was now kissing the guy who had made my jaw drop only a few hours earlier...

We were just about to start the most erotic french kiss of our lives when we heard the door open and voices emerging from behind it. We weren't longer alone. I instantly broke our liplock and took a step back, but the smile never left me. Robbie sort of looked dissapointed, but then started to taunt me by touching himself all over and mouthing "I want you..." to me...I almost thought he was about to strip! Right there in the schoolyard! I turned round to see if anyone was looking, but the moment I turned away from Robbie he pounced my back and started rubbing my chest! Woow, this kid was loaded!

"You know Robbie, my mom doesn't get back till five, you wanna come over to my place..."

"SHIT YEAH!" Robbie echoed in my ear. He gave me another playful peck on the cheek and got off my back.

"Unless, of course, you want to stay here and follow some more classes..." I said. I already knew the answer.

"Heheh, I already know what school I'm going to..." Robbie said, giving me a warm look with his deep sea-blue eyes. We just stared and giggled at eachother for a few more moments before I grabbed Robbie by the wrist and dragged him back in the corridor, where we started running for the main hall together. We were almost there when, out of the blue, emerged the ever-imposing figure of Mrs. Jones. She stopped me by putting her bony hand up to my chest and stating: "No running in school, Mr Jennings!" Why teachers always think they can impress us or intimidate us by using our last name is beyond me. I just shrugged and said I was kinda in a hurry. "Late for your classes again, I trust?" she stated. Mrs Jones never just said anything, everything coming from her lips was a statement. She continued to Robbie: "Young man, don't let Mr. Jennings give you a bad example of how rules of conduct are supposed to be followed in this school. And DO take that jacket of yours off when you're in classes.", she said to me."That's what the lockers are here for."

"Well, I can't, really, Mrs Jones...", I said . She gave me that typical contemptuous look. "And why on earth not?"

"Because then everyone would see my erect nipples!" I said as I grabbed Robbie's wrist again and ran past Mrs Jones, an unforgettable look of shock on both her and Robbie's face.

"I cannot believe you said that!" Robbie laughed.

"Yeah, well, most teachers here tend to get a bit zombiefied. You gotta give 'em a little jolt now and then!"

"And you actually get away with this?? I'm beginning to like it here. You should've tried that at my old school. They'd hunt you down!" Robbie grinned.

As we walked through the main hall, Vince saw us walking. We made eyecontact, and he asked me a silent question by raising his eyebrows slightly. I responded by throwing my arm around Robbie's shoulder and nodding towards him. Vince's face got this astonishing "Fuck me, he did it!" look, and then subsided to a gentle smile, winking to the both of us as we walked passed him.

"Does he know??" Robbie asked.

"Yep. He knows for four years now."

"Wow...you're lucky to have a best friend like that."

"Yep," I said as I hugged Robbie closer. "I sure am."

We both walked out the school and took the bus to my house. After twenty minutes of staring at eachother we reached my house and I invited Robbie in. He phoned up his parents to tell him he'd be home at about eight, which gave us till half past six to do whatever we wanted! I guided Robbie upstairs by his hand and into my room. He studied the new surroundings for a sec, then rested his sapphire eyes on me and sighed deeply as he leant in to kiss me full on the lips. I pulled him close to me, placing one hand on the back of his neck while the other was gripping his tight bottom. I rubbed the fabric of his jeans as Robbie moaned slightly. Then, I allowed my tongue to push against Robbie's lips. He parted his lips slightly and gently started sucking and nibbling on the tip of my tongue before fully opening his mouth and greeted my probing tongue with his. The taste of it almost sent me to cloud nine alone, and I got what must have been the worst hard-on I had in years.I gripped Robbie's butt even tighter as I pushed my croth into his, and by doing so I nearly lifted Robbie off his feet! The both of us swirled around in my room, resting against whatever would support our weight, until we collapsed on my bed together, never breaking our liplock. We stayed there for what must have been twenty minutes, kissing eachother as if it was our last day on earth. He just tasted so sweet. Finally, I decide to break the kiss and got up, standing in front of Robbie who was still lying down on my bed. I slowly let my jacket slide down my arms and dropped it to the floor. Robbie immediately got the hint and his eyes instantly filled with anticipation. I put my foot up to the edge of the bed, undid the shoelaces and took my shoe off, then my sock. I turned and did the same thing to my other foot. I then took a step back and pulled my shirt over my head, exposing my chest to Robbie. I tossed my shirt in the corner and crossed my arms in front of my chest, giving Robbie the best "Take me!" look I could manage while slightly tilting my head. It made him twitch with anticipation even more! I turned around and undid my belt, my back now to him. I dropped my jeans and then pulled down my briefs. I stood there for a second to let Robbie watch my butt, then without warning, I turned around and leapt on top of him, kissing him madly again! He went with it, this time running his hand down my spine and onto my butt, and grinded his crotch into my (now naked) cock. He broke the kiss and whispered: "My turn."and pulled his shirt over his head. I couldn't wait for him to finish and immediately started to rub his soft belly. Touching his bare skin was everything I thought it would be. The sensation sent shivers down my spine and gave me goosebumps all over. I got off him and stood up, now treating Robbie to a full view of my hard-on standing out in front of me. He never took his eyes of it as he pulled his shoes and socks off, then removed his pants. I leant in and placed my hands on the band of his briefs, then pulled them down slowly. His five and a half incher slapped back against his abs as I pulled his briefs off his legs and tossed them over my shoulder. I finally was able to gaze at Robbie's beautiful teen cock. It had the slightest curve to the right and a patch of blonde pubes at the base, his loose balls being almost hairless. I reached for his cock and gently rubbed it, causing it to jump almost as soon as I touched it. I rubbed his thigh with my right hand as I knelt in front of him. I looked up to his eyes, then slowly started to lick him just below his balls. As I did this, Robbie bucked his hips wildly. "Aaah, that's ticklish!", he screamed.

"Want me to stop then?"

"Noooooo!!"

I continued to lick him, still spasming occasionally. I moved up to his balls and softly nibbled on the smooth surface of his sack before sucking one of his balls into my mouth. Robbie squirmed with pleasure, and I decided I had stalled long enough. I grabbed a hold of his cock, squeezed it gently, provoking a "Mmmmmhhh..." from Robbie, then tenderly licked the head of his cock. He tasted sooo good...I couldn't fight off the urge any longer and took him fully into my mouth. I let my tongue probe his cock inch by inch, tasting his head and tickling his piss-slit. I cupped his balls and gently tugged them , then I let my hand run up to his chest so I could rub his nipples, who were already erect. I started bobbing my head up and down, giving Robbie a genuine blowjob. He was enjoying every moment of it, rubbing my shoulders and caressing the hairs in my neck with tender touches of his fingertips. It didn't take long for him to start groaning. The sound of Robbie's extasy only made me want to give him more, and I sped up my rhythm on his dick even more. Robbie soon began thrashing his head up and down on my bed, causing his neck to arch. His eyes were closed and he was gripping my head with one hand and clawed my sheets with the other. I could sense he was close.

"Ooooh man...aaah Jason, stop it, STOP it I'm gonna SHOOOOT....."

I wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon! I kept at him and let Robbie buck his hips into my face as his cock erupted his sweet cum against the back of my mouth! I let him shoot all he had to give in me, then pulled of his cock with my mouth still full with Robbie's cum, being careful not to spill anything. I looked him in the eye and then swallowed. "Oh, wow man..." Robbie gasped. I just grinned and levelled myself with him, kissing him softly on his chest and neck. His leg brushed up against my hard cock, causing it to jump to the touch. Robbie noticed and swiveled round to return the pleasure I just provided him with. My head was close to his crotch again, so this time I grabbed Robbie's hips with both hands and rolled over on my back, pulling him on top of me to start a 69 position. I felt Robbie's tongue cautiously lick my cock, experimentally tasting it. He must've liked what he tasted because only a second later I felt his lips encircle the head completely, taking as much as he could in his mouth. It felt incredible to have Robbie suck my dick! I had a wonderful view of his ass as I rubbed his cheeks and spread them apart a little, licking the back of his balls again. The sensation caused Robbie to go ballistic on my dick, thrashing his head up and down madly, the tip of my head occasionally brushing against the back of his throat. The feeling was so good I redirected my attention to his ass, frantically tongueing Robbie's hole. I felt my balls tingle as my orgasm approached, and without warning my cum jettisoned into Robbie's hot mouth. He took it all, swallowing every drop as I had done with his.

He rolled off me, and gazed into my eyes, rubbing my chest. "That was..."

"Perfect!", I smiled.

Robbie snuggled up against me, resting his head on my chest as I ran my fingers through his blonde hair. I felt so close to him, I never wanted to break this warm embrace again. It felt so perfect, so real. I closed my eyes and just lay there, enjoying the sensation of Robbie's breath flowing over my chest...

The comforting surroundings of my room slowly blurred into focus again as I opened my eyes. At first I feared it had all been a dream, but then I felt Robbie's hair against my palm, and I sighed deeply. Robbie moaned a quiet "Mmmmhhh...." as he hugged me tightly. I couldn't believe this had actually happened to me.

Just then, I heard footsteps. My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly looked over at my alarm clock. 17:09.....17:09???

Oh, shit.

My door opened. "Jason, do you want to order pizza tonight or should I call the...OH MY...." "Errrr....hi mom."

Sequel? You betcha! Be sure to let me know what you think at Ryan20bi@hotmail.com See ya! Frank