My name is Daniel, I had a few adventures in high school, and just figured I'd pass them along, but these stories have been altered and embellished. At the time that this happened I was about 6 foot 1 inches and 180 pounds, of a muscular build, not quit bulging muscles, but not fat either and I was a junior in high school. That should cover most of the important stuff.
Chapter 1: Beginnings
Tiredly I strode into the locker room. My team and I had just run 15 stairs and had to endure10 minutes of live wrestling; needless to say we were all pretty spent. I walked to my locker and opened it quickly. I knew that the recent object of my lust would be showing up soon, and I wanted to be able to look at him when he did, rather then have to face the locker banks.
His name is Jared, he was a freshmen at the time, 14 almost 15. He was 5'10"ish and wrestled in the 135 pound weight class, but really he weighed about 130 pounds. He was of a medium build, and was pretty undeveloped, as is the case with most freshmen. Jared was strong for his size, but of average weight and height, and he was gorgeous. He had dark brown hair, borderlining black, and a deep brown eye color that makes people want to stare into them for hours on end. He was of mostly white descent but he looked vaguely Indian, due to some Indian genes somewhere in his past. Fortunately for me he inherited the Indian part of his genes that made him not have any body hair besides of course his armpits and his pubic hair. He had a well-developed face though, with a strong jaw line but barely padded cheeks that made his face look wider then it really was. His greatest feature however was his ass. It was just perfect for his body, a perfect crescent moon shape that just made you want to reach out and squeeze it, or, as I settled for every now and then, a nice slap after a hard practice. At the start of the season I decided that I had to have this kid before the season was through, so I decided to be that cooler upper classmen that the freshmen feel drawn too. He idolized me slightly, and tended to listen to what I told him to do. I knew I could use this to get in his pants, but I wanted to be patient with it.
But back to the story.
I managed to open my locker quickly, and pulled my stuff out. I laid it out on the bench and sat nonchalantly slumped against the lockers as I heard people enter the locker room. Jared entered and greeted me with the typical jock greeting. This consisted of "Hey" and a head nod to acknowledge my presence. So far me and Jared were the only ones in my locker bank there, and the closest guys on the team were two banks down, I knew I wouldn't have much time, and if there were other guys around when I asked him the other guys on the team might get suspicious, so I went for it.
"Wanna catch a movie later?" I said.
"Umm . . . I'll have to talk to the 'rents but more then likely. Can you give me a ride?" he responded, thinking this was going to be a guys' night type thing.
"Yeah, that's no problem. We can catch that horror movie that's out, then I can drop you back off at your house."
"I think that's fine, can I use your cell to call my parents?"
"Yeah, let me change first though."
He grunted something unintelligible and started to change too. I tried to be subtle, but I was definitely checking him out as he undressed. Every day before and after practice Jared takes everything but his boxers off, and then puts everything else back on. I always use that 30 second to a minute time period where he's in only his boxers to get a good look in. That time came and went too quickly, but I was rewarded when he dropped his shirt and had to bend down and pick it up. Too soon he was dressed in a plain t-shirt and a pair of shorts, and asked me if he could borrow my cell again. I handed it too him with a wink and said, "Don't be calling your girlfriend now, I don't have that many minutes left." He laughed and started dialing. After a few murmured sentences he hung up and handed me my cell phone back.
"I can go," he said, "but you HAVE to give me a ride home because my parents are going to go visit my aunt and cousins in Fairbanks tonight, they also said if you could stop by a couple of times during the weekend and check in on me they'd appreciate it."
I thought for a second, thinking on how to word it. "That's fine, but why don't we just hang out all weekend together, it's quite a ways from my house to your house and it would probably be easier to just chill at your house. You just got that Xbox 360 right?" When he nodded yes I went on. "Then we can play some games, watch some TV and just do whatever."
"I'm sure that would be fine, we've got more then enough food at my house, and that would be really fun."
Laughing I ruffled his hair to maintain that kidding connection so the conversation didn't get awkward. "We're not getting any younger waiting here, and the movie starts at 6, let's get this show on the road," I joked noticing my watch said it was almost 5:30.
Jared and I, still pretty tired, walked towards my Jeep in the upper parking lot, on the way we saw a couple of guys on the wrestling team waiting for rides and offered a greeting. Unlocking the back door we both placed our backpacks in the backseat, and then got in the car. It was the dead of winter, so I had to turn on the heater and let the car warm up for about 5 minutes before we could go anywhere. It seemed the windows were taking forever to defog, but I really didn't mind because his shorts were hiked up on his legs a little bit and I got a nice long look at his creamy thighs. Formulating a plan I turned the heat down and adjusted my rearview mirror, then looking to the right so as to appear distracted I reached in the general direction of the gear shift and "accidentally" ended up grabbing his bare thigh. Appearing unnoticing I looked to the gear shift and grabbed it, shifting into first, absentmindedly Jared pulled down his shorts to cover his legs.
On the car ride over we both half-listened to the radio while talking about pretty mundane things. Things such as school, home life, and, with difficulty, his sex-life, which he confided to me was nonexistent. Conversation was somewhat awkward, but I'm good at keeping a conversation going so there were no awkward silences. In just a couple of minutes we were at the theater. When we got to the door Jared grabbed his pockets and let out a groan. "I left my wallet in my backpack."
"That's fine, I'll buy, just pay me back when we get back to my ride." Anything else I might have said was ended because I had to buy the tickets then. After a few seconds we both decided that neither of us was hungry after that practice, but we both got waters at the concession stands before walking into the dark theater. As usual, he followed me to our seats, but not without a lot of seemingly accidental bumping and jostling on the way. He sat on my right, and just as we sat down the previews started. Before the movie started though he told me "Hey, just to warn you, I'm really not that good with scary movies." I didn't think anything of it at the time and simply replied "I'm not that great with them either."
The previews went through with what looked like no good movies, they all looked really cheesy and lame. Then the movie started and I was a little bit freaked out. It was some slasher movie about vampires in a native village. A lot of things kept jumping out of the dark, which is really the only thing that gets to me. We were more then half way into the movie, with over 200 people having been killed off, without incident, when I looked over to notice that Jared was shaking, and not like shivering, but shaking pretty bad. "Are you ok?" I asked nervously, more then a little bit concerned. When he didn't answer me I shook him a little bit and asked a little bit louder, "Are you alright?" With a small look of confusion he looked at me and seemed to gather himself. "I'll be fine," he said his voice shaking slightly. Thinking nothing of it I got up to go get some more water. "Where are you going?!" Jared asked grabbing my arm and sounding a little panicked. "I'm just going to go grab some water you weirdo, it's not like I'm going to drive off and leave you here or something." I lowered my voice a little bit towards the end in an effort to show a little caring. He didn't notice anything. "I'll come with you." Nodding I walked up the aisle, mystified at what had happened. When we got into the well-lighted lobby I walked up to the counter and told the bored-looking employee I wanted a water. "Does he want anything?" he said referring to Jared. Turning I asked Jared the same question, he nodded no so I paid and headed back for the movie. Reluctantly Jared followed.
In almost no time the movie was done, and I was a little bored, the movie was pretty boring with a really predictable ending. Sighing after a long day we walked back to my Jeep, Jared was right behind me the whole time but I really wasn't paying attention. When I unlocked the Jeep and got in I noticed in the light that Jared looked pretty messed up. I was worried, but I was tired too, and I needed to focus on driving so that I didn't get the both of us killed. It took us 20 minutes to get to Jared's house from the theatre, and he seemed to relax a little bit in that time. A little bit, but not too much.
When we got to Jared's house I let him walk in front of me, which he didn't want to do. I noticed that he had prepared the key to his house beforehand in the car, in an effort (I assumed) to spend less time outside. When we got in his house he relocked the door and made a straight line for the living room, which in his house is pretty spacious, turning on lights along the way. I decided I had to head this off before it got too out of hand. "Ok, listen kid," I started in a lecturing tone, "it was just a movie, something made in Hollywood that never happened, and never will happen, vampires do not exist and never will." He didn't seem to be listening too much so I sat him down on the couch and turned on the TV to some cartoons to get his mind off of things. I told him I'd be back in a second and went into the kitchen to get him some food. I couldn't really find anything, so I just popped him some popcorn and called it good. When I got back he seemed to have relaxed a little bit, he was in a comfortable position on the couch. "How're you doing you little weirdo?" I bantered playfully. "I feel a lot calmer, but I still don't think I'm going to be able to sleep tonight." "Well I'm tired now, and I was planning on passing out in that guest room here in 5 or 10." He looked nervous again, "The one all the way on the other side of the house?" "Where else would I sleep?" a plan forming in my mind. "Couldn't you sleep on my floor?" "After that practice, if I sleep on the floor I'm probably not going to be able to walk in the morning." He paused and thought for a minute. I just stood there impatiently shifting from foot to foot. "Well," he started hesitantly, "I sleep on an old King-Size bed that my parents bought, then didn't want because they found a better one, I'm sure we could both fit on it without anything awkward happen." Laughing inwardly I pretended to think for a minute, then I sighed and gave a grudging agreement, telling him that I still wanted to go to bed sooner rather then later. Agreeing he shut off the TV and put the left over popcorn on the coffee table.
"You're not going to be cowering in fear the whole time are you?" I asked, trying to keep the macho thing going. "As long as you're there I think I'll feel fine." At that line I couldn't help but laugh out loud knowing that he was going to get a lot more then he bargained for in the morning. He looked at me suspiciously but didn't push it. When we got to his room I walked over to his stereo and put in the CD I had burned him a while ago, a mix of rap and light rock. Stretching I realized that I had nothing to sleep in but my jeans and my long sleeved shirt. "Do you have any shorts I could wear?" "Umm. . . . no I don't, you can just sleep in your boxers though." Smiling inside I told him that would be ok. Jared got in first and chose the left side, the side closest to the wall and furthest from the door, so I took the right and facing him, fell promptly asleep.
I woke up at about 4 in the morning to an odd noise. Confused and more then a little foggy I tried to figure out what the noise was. When the sound happened again I figured out it was Jared whimpering because he was having a bad dream. I started to feel a little protective so I slid over to him. His back was to me so I put my bare chest up against his bare back, and wrapped my arms around his waist, wordlessly telling him that someone was there to protect him from his bad dreams. It must have worked because after a couple of seconds he settled back into it and stopped whimpering. I fell back asleep in only a couple of seconds.
I woke up again around 10, from sun streaming into my eyes. I felt something warm up on my skin and couldn't figure out what it was for a second. When my head cleared a little bit I realized it was Jared. Between the time when I had fallen asleep and the time that I had woken back up he had turned around and his bare chest was against mine. He must have been having a damn good dream because I could feel a substantial hard-on pressed up against my leg, and after a second I realized that he was making very slow and soft humping motions. I instantly boned up when I realized that all that was between my bare thigh and Jared's throbbing cock was a thin layer of silk boxers. I really couldn't stop myself, but I didn't want to wake him, so I very slowly slid my hand down the waistband of his boxers until it was resting on his bare ass. My other hand was still resting comfortable on his lower back.
The dream must have intensified because his humping started to increase in speed. Stifling a moan I could feel something wet on my leg and deduced that he must be leaking pre-cum all over my leg. With that information I couldn't help but start to leak pre-cum too. His humping kept increasing until he was really sliding up and down my leg, which was drenched with his pre-cum. As he started to get into the humping motion his stomach started rubbing on my cock, sending me to the edge. The combination of his fucking my leg, my hand on his ass, the bare skin-contact, and his abs rubbing my cock made me blast cum in the most intense orgasm I had had to date. After I climbed down from my orgasm I felt Jared tense up and knew he was there. He blasted his creamy load inside his boxers, but the thin fabric did not keep some of it from leaking onto my leg. I had to bite my tongue, hard, to keep from moaning.
When he started to stir I realized that he was waking and panicked. What the hell was I supposed to tell this kid? He just blasted cum all over me, and vice versa without even realizing it. I started to get really worried that he might freak out. But my fears were groundless. I felt his eyelashes open on my neck, in the night he had nuzzled into my shoulder, using me as a pillow. He arched his back, without really breaking the skin-contact, and then nuzzled back into my shoulder. "Good morning." He murmured. Pretending to just waken I mumbled a falsely tired "Good morning" back. Not really sure what was going on I decided to test the situation. I slowly started rubbing my hand in small circles over his tight smooth ass. I felt something wet on my shoulder and realized that he had just kissed it. He had kissed my shoulder! That had to be a good sign. I decided to take it further, much further. I slid him up to me, which was hard because we were both sticky, and firmly kissed him on the mouth. I opened my mouth a little bit and slid my tongue into his already waiting mouth. Our tongues battled for control as we kissed passionately. I rolled onto my back, pulling him on top of me, our mouths never broke contact. With my left hand still down his pants I ran my finger up and down his ass crack, searching for his hole, while my right hand was rubbing circles on his back. Then it hit me like a tidal wave, I had to piss, and I had to piss NOW. Breaking the kiss and shoving him off me I sprinted to the bathroom, and started relieving myself. It took me about a minute, then I washed my hands and walked quickly back to the room.
When I arrived he looked a little confused, but all I had to say was "I really had to piss," and he seemed to understand. Lying down next to him and listening to the music I tried to figure out what had just happened. Was it a spur of the moment type thing? Was he really gay? Had I just imagined all of that? Thinking about it I made no progress so I decided to pluck up the courage and ask him. "So what's going on?"
"What do you mean?" he asked back with a look of confusion on his face.
"Well . . . something just happened, but what's the deal with it?"
He sighed loudly and looked at me, thinking. "Well, I've been . . . ," he seemed to struggle with the word before spitting it out, "gay, for a while now, and I don't know, but when I woke up and felt the both of us covered in cum, and not all of it mine subconsciously I realized that you hadn't gotten up pissed off, or yelled at me, or anything like that, so you must be ok with that . . . . Was I wrong?"
"Well . . . I'm . . . gay . . . too, and I have been for a while, and when you started humping against me in your sleep I kind of just gave in I guess. So, no, you weren't wrong, at all." Saying it was a chore, but it was a necessary chore.
He smiled at me, a little bit more certain then he had been a while ago. "Well how about we go downstairs and make breakfast, and maybe play some Xbox, and then maybe explore things after that, we've got all weekend to figure out what's going on.