This is my first story. I am unclear how this works, but i welcome feedback on my story to the address from which this email originates. Thanks for your time, Joey
This is my first go at a story of this type. These events really happened, in my mind at least. Write to me and tell me what you think. As usual, if your are not of legal age or offended by this material, read no further.
I have just finished my sophomore year of high school and what a year it was. I have the distinct pleasure of going to an all boy private school. I really do like school - and not just because of all the hot guys everywhere. I guess I have known I was gay for a while, but high school made it much more apparent. My upper school career had been going fairly well, I hadn't messed around with anyone, and no one suspected I was gay. I had controlled myself in the showers at gym, and never got caught with an embarrassing hard on. I kept that part of my life to my self and was content just to watch from afar. But all that changed when Joey came. He was new to the school as a freshman, but I had hardly noticed him since we were not in any of the same classes. But last year, we had English together. From the moment I first walked in the door, I noticed how cute he really was. Joey was about 5'9 and had great biceps. He had short brown hair that was kind of orange from his failed bleaching attempts over the summer. His skin was so soft looking and he had a really sexy way of carrying himself. But the most amazing things about Joey were his eyes. Like his hair, they seemed to change color from day to day.. Sometimes they were light brown, sometimes they were green. Sometimes they were hazel with yellow flecks. It was incredible - I could have spent every moment of every day just looking into his eyes.
I managed to get my self seated next to Joey and this other hot boy Jay. Jay was a surfer with a good body and really blue eyes. But he just didn't capture my attention the way Joey had. During class, I would find lots of excuses to interact with Joey. I would share my book with him, drop my pencil under his desk, and so on. The room was arranged in such a way that my desk was almost on top of his. I found times to brush against him, or nudge him with my elbow with out being too obvious. English quickly became my favorite class. Soon, my interest in Joey began to change. I began to notice how cute his ass was. His pants were just tight enough. I could imagine how his ass must have felt, how soft and sweet his bubble butt must be. And he had quite a cock by the looks of things. I would see him bursting out of his soccer shorts. Or I would look over in English and see the outline of his thick cock pressed against his leg. I was in lust and it was bad. Every night, Joey would be there in my fantasies. I dreamed so many times how it would go: We would go jogging together as part of our training regime (we're both jocks). Then we would head back to my house. Joey was going to hang out and maybe spend the night. Since we were sweaty from running, we decided to shower. I would let him go first out of courtesy. As I waited, he called from the other room, "How do you work this thing?" meaning the shower. "I'll show you," I said. I went into the bathroom in my sweaty gym shorts expecting to find Joey wrapped in a towel trying to operate the faucet. I was ecstatic at the thought of seeing him without a shirt. Well boy was I surprised when I went in. Joey wasn't wearing anything at all. He was naked and standing there like it was no big deal. His plump cock bounced between his legs. I pretended just to give him a strange look, but used the opportunity to check out his body. It was perfect. Joey had large biceps and a broad, well defined chest. His dark little nipples stood out against his creamy skin. He had a flat stomach and a narrow wait. I quickly looked away so I wouldn't get a hard on. "Just turn the knob in the direction of the arrow, Moron. Turn it the other way when you're done." He laughed and nodded in thanks. I left and went to my bedroom. But he called me from inside the shower, wanting me to hand him the soap. I wasn't going to protest. When I got in the bathroom. I noticed that the soap was not next to the sink. So it must be in the shower. "Look in the dish, Dumbass!" "I know it's in here," he said laughing. "Get your sexy ass in the fucking shower and hand it to me." I sputtered and was confused, thinking he must have been kidding. But he slid back the shower curtain and looked me straight in the eye. "Get in the shower," he said, " Please." It was then that I noticed he had a raging hard on. His 8.5 inches were at full attention against his belly. I gasped and my dick quickly began to rise. I shucked off my shorts and jock and hopped in the shower. Joey had shut the curtain and was waiting for me with one hand on his cock. I looked deep into his incredible eyes as he leaned over to kiss me deeply. This is the moment I had waited so long for. His lips were so soft as we kissed harder, probing each others' mouths. My hands moved over his great body as he reached for my cock. The second he touched it, I thought I would cream right there. It took all my effort to hold back. Joey slowly began to stroke me as I found his monster meat. It was soft and warm and felt so awesome in the shower spray. I pulled back from Joey and began to work my way down his body. I kissed his neck and his collar bone. I kissed his pecs and when I gently sucked on one of his hard little nipples, he moaned and trembled. "I've wanted this really bad," he said, "Really really bad!" "Let's do it right. Come on, we'll go to my bed room." "Yeah, that sounds great." So we left the shower and headed to my bed. I lifted Joey and laid him on his back . I picked up right where I left off. I kissed lower and lower, and flicked my tongue over the cleft made by his six pack. I got to his belly button and felt his hot hard dick against my neck. I was so close. I reached up, kissed him hard once more, than plunged down onto his cock. At first I took just the head in my lips and flicked my tongue over his piss slit. This really drove Joey wild, and he started to squirm. All this excitement was bringing him to the edge already. He reached down and rested his hands on my shoulders. I was so hungry for his cock. I inhaled it, swallowing it almost to the base. I sucked harder and harder, running my tongue along the groove at the back of the head. One hand reached down and played with his silky balls. "I'm so close..I'm coming.. aaaahh!" he yelled. I moaned but my mouth was too full to talk. Joey began to thrust his hips harder and harder against my face as I feasted on his cock. With one final thrust he arched his back and shot load after load of hot steamy cum down my throat. I had never tasted anything so wonderful. And suddenly, before I knew it, I was cumming to.from the sheer excitement of having Joey in my mouth at last. I slipped and arm under his back and lowered him back to the bed. I collapsed beside him, both of us spent. We would fall asleep in each other's arms and wake up that way.
And so, night after night, I had this fantasy of Joey. There was no doubt in my mind that Joey was straight, but I lusted after him anyway. Everything started to change one day, at the start of the second semester. I still used every opportunity to interact with Joey in English. But one day, I was resting my elbow on the corner of his desk when he leaned back into me. I expected him to change positions immediately, but he didn't. Joey just sat there, leaning his almost his whole back against my chest and shoulder. And it happened again the next class. Pretty soon, it became a regular thing. Sometimes we would switch places and I would lean on him. Neither of us ever said anything, and he acted like my arm was part of the furniture. This new contact may not have phased him at all, but it had a huge impact on me. I fell in love with Joey. I fell as deeply as possible in a one sided love. I would get light headed when I thought about Joey. I would feel sick to my stomach from wanting him so badly whenever he touched me. I would arrange my whole day so that I might have an opportunity to pass Joey in the hall. I seriously considered telling him everything, but failed every time. It stopped being about sex so much.
One day I realized I just wanted to be with Joey, and to have him like me back. At night my dreams changed. I would no longer dream about steamy sex. Instead, I dreamt of waking up in the same bed as Joey. I dreamed of walking alone with Joey by my side. I had horrible nightmares of something happening to Joey. I became miserable, except for in English. Joey and I barely talked outside of class, but were almost inseparable in class. It was not anything conscious on his part, he just was there and I breathed him in. I longed for the day when I could tell him I loved him. Nothing ever came of my love for Joey. Since school has ended, I haven't seen him . Not a day goes by that I don't think about him, but it hurts less now; I don't feel sick nearly as often. I hate myself sometimes for allowing him to have some much power over me. And I wonder why it is that we often most want the things we can't have. I love Joey and probably always will. Who knows, maybe I will tell him how I feel - one day. Until then, I'll always have the Joey of my dreams, who comes to me in the night, and loves me till I wake.