This is my first attempt, so hopefully it'll go ok... this is based partially on my real life encounters, and partially fictitious.
As always, the names, places, etc have been changed to protect those involved.
"No, I do not like girls..."
"Are you sure?"
"...yes," I replied in my typical, almost demeaning, manner.
My best friend, Kat (short for Katrina), seems to like to ask me this at least once a week. What's funny is that I've never answered any differently and she always seems to think that sometime I'll change my mind for no reason whatsoever.
"Sometimes I wish you weren't gay, cause then... well... I dunno," she replied.
"I've told you that if I wasn't gay I'd have the world's biggest crush on you. What more do you want?" I joked.
My name is Brett, but for some odd reason that even I am unsure of all my friends call me B. Just B. I just turned 17, and as I find myself in my junior year of high school, I have the worst case of "senioritis" known to man. I'm just over 5'7", but not quite 5'8", which makes me sorta small for my age, which I resent quite a bit. Weighing only 135 pounds, I'm frequently called a "stick" by my friends. I know that they're just messing with me, but it's not my fault I can't gain any more weight. Up until this year I've always parted my hair on the right, and neatly brushed it to each side; not a hair out of place. Well that all changed on our school's band trip back in October. Once my countless girlfriends got a hold of me, it was time for a make-over (or so they said).
Perhaps the funniest thing about my life is that I could have any girl in my school if I wanted them. I've had innumerable offers to start a relationship, but obviously the first requirement of my "8 Steps to Finding the Right Man for Brett" program wasn't being met. Yes, I have my own program for finding guys that I get interested in. Maybe it's a little shallow of me, but I have expectations and certain qualities I like in a guy. No harm in that, right? So I guess you prolly wanna know what the "8 Steps" are, right?
- First and foremost, he must be male, and gay. (obvious, right?) 2. Can't be any more than three years younger, or two years older than me (making my current limits 14 through 19). 3. His name cannot be Garth, Joe, or Matthew (no offense to those names, they're very cool, but just not for me... bad memories from guys named those names... turned me off from them forever I'm afraid...) 4. He must not be over 6'1", or under 5'2" 5. He must be sweet and caring, but not overly suffocating. 6. He must be willing to accept the fact that I'm obsessed with music, and not sports, like so many guys my age. 7. He has to be hot (but that goes without saying, right?) and lastly... 8. He has to like to cuddle... No sex all the time, just cuddling at some times (granted I'm like every other teen and I'm sex crazed, but I like to just lie in bed and hold my boyfriend too).
So those are my 8 steps, or rules I should say, but steps sounds a bit more particular, but less arrogant to me.
You're probably wondering about that band trip right? Well if you aren't, you're about to hear about it, unfortunately. You see, my marching band goes on a trip to a regional competition every fall. We room in groups of four, and with only two beds in the room it equals an interesting weekend. I always wanted to room with my friend (ok, acquaintance...) Chris. Now you see, Chris is a very interesting kid. Well, I say interesting, but what I mean is attractive. I've had a crush on Chris ever since I can remember, but never had the guts to pursue anything, figuring the 1 in 10 rule made the odds against me.
Well this certain trip was one that brought new meaning to "sharing."
I pulled up at school in my silver set of wheels (it's nice to have a car, huh?) at the typical 4:30 am (yes I said AM!) meeting time, when the busses depart from school to our destination. This year's destination was Ohio (though it seemed that every year we went there... oh well, it's a nice 7 hour bus ride).
Chris walked up the steps to the bus and looked over to me, seeing as I was the only person with an empty seat next to me. Standing 5'6", his brown hair was not so neatly combed, which is natural for a trip on a bus cause you don't care what you look like. At what I guessed was 16, his brown eyes were hidden behind his glasses, which I'd never seen him wear before, so I assumed he wore contacts on a typical day. However, the thing I noticed most was his ass. He has a really nice ass! Before I got caught staring I looked away as if I didn't notice his entry. He looked up at my after eyeing the seat and smiled.
"This seat taken?" He seemed a little formal. I threw my stuff off the seat to the floor.
"Nah, go right ahead."
"Cool," he replied and plopped down next to me. "Seven hours is a long time, huh?"
"Eh, it's not too bad once you get going," I joked. "I've been on the trip two times before, so it's no big deal to me now."
"Yea, well this is my first time going, so I'm gonna be bored outta my mind," He moaned. "Do you think you could help me pass the time?"
If only I could answer that how I wanted to `yes I can help you pass the time... very easily.' Oh well... "Yea sure, why not?" I agreed.
Seven uneventful hours later we arrived at our hotel in Ohio. Chris unloaded his bags from the bus and set them down next to my stuff. "What room you in?"
"Um..." I paused, realizing I hadn't checked my room assignment yet, "317, you?"
"Wow, same," he smiled, "cool huh?"
I wanted to say something else, but I settled on "Yea, cool" instead of making a fool of myself. We walked the two flights of stairs to our room and opened the door to find that the other two kids assigned to our room had been sent home (yes, already) for taking alcohol in their suitcases. Which left me and Chris alone all weekend in our room. Good? Um, if I wanted to wet my pants maybe (and not in the good way)...
That night, after the usual three hours long band practice at a local field we finally had some much needed "down time" in our room. This gave me a chance to see Chris WITHOUT much of his clothes (not like I was looking... I mean... well... ok... I was). He took off his shirt and sat next to me on the bed shirtless as I was playing a video game on the hotel's TV.
"You're good at this," he complimented. "I was never good at video games."
"Well I'd be glad to give you some pointers if you want them, "I offered."
"Yea, sure! That'd be great!" He replied. He seemed to jump at the chance, but I thought nothing of it.
"What you gotta remember is that the faster you hit this button the slower you actually move, so it's better to be precise and not barrage the enemy with attacks every chance you get." I said, trying to sound educated (because I had no idea what I was doing myself).
"Gotcha, is that it?" He asked.
"Well no, you just gotta practice," I answered. "Here you try" I said giving him the controller.
He began to play the game, and seemed to be doing ok until he made a stupid mistake and started to try and bludgeon the enemy to death, which made me react on impulse and try and grab the controller away from him.
"No! You did it wrong!" I shouted, reaching for the controller, which he had a firm grip on. My hand met his and I paused for a second.
"I'm... sorry" He said, acting kind of surprised at my sudden outburst.
"No, I'm sorry," I apologized, "I dunno what came over me... I act stupid sometimes. I should prolly just go to bed."
"Well, you don't have to go to bed yet," He almost pleaded. "I thought everyone stays up late on these trips, right? You don't wanna ruin my first trip for me, do you?"
I laughed. "No, sorry... I'll stay up." I noticed that he looked uncomfortable.
"Um, can you let go of my hand?"
I almost died right there. In my sudden rush of anger I had forgotten that I was still holding his hand. I ripped my hand away and blushed, allowing him to continue his game.
He played for what seemed like hours with no form of conversation, until finally he was done. He turned to me and handed me the controller and said "That's enough for me. Too much for one night."
I agreed, and put the game away. So we sat, facing each other on the bed wondering what to do next. Finally he broke the silence. We he didn't really break it, he kinda shattered it by tackling me and wrestling me down to the floor.
In between thrusts of his body I managed to choke out "Hey, what gives?!"
"I'm fighting you for the bed tonight. Winner gets the bed, loser takes the floor."
Suddenly I had a burst of energy, not wanting to sleep on the floor, especially cause it's a tough hotel floor. I got him pinned in a matter of seconds and he looked as if he was about to cry.
"Hey, I was supposed to win!" He panted.
"Well you didn't!" I retorted.
He looked up at me with his big brown eyes as if to say "you're gonna make me sleep o the floor?"
Without thinking I replied "Don't worry though, I'll share the bed. It's a big one, we can both fit."
He jumped up and smiled back at me "Thanks!"
I figured the least I could do for someone so cute was to let him sleep in the same bed as me, right? Well, I could do so much more for him, but I'll settle for sharing my bed.
We climbed into bed, turned out the lights, and said goodnight to each other before trying to drift off to sleep. It was about ten minutes later when I felt his foot creep across the dividing two feet between us and touch my leg gently. I figured he was asleep, so I thought nothing of it. About a minute later I felt the blanket move slightly, and I realized that he was shifting himself.
"Brett?" He whispered.
"What?" I replied, in the same tone.
"Don't say anything..." He warned.
I was about to say `what do you mean?' when I felt his hand reach around to my stomach and pull me up against him. He pulled me closer until we were spooned against one another. I could barely breathe, I was so nervous.
"Can we stay like this?" He asked.
I gasped slightly and replied, "If you want to."
"I do." He said, rather seriously.
I felt his hand reach under my shirt and start to pull it over my head. Once he got my entire shirt off he pulled us back into position and put both arms around me, lightly stroking my chest and my stomach. I couldn't believe this was happening. His right hand crept down slowly, past my belly button, and rested just above my boxers. Then he slowly moved his hand lower until he grasped my now rock hard cock through my shorts.
I gasped and he said "don't say anything..." He spooned closer to me, and I felt his cock poking from his boxers between my ass cheeks. He moved up and down slightly, dry humping my ass, and began to stroke my cock slowly through my boxers...
Suspenseful? Hopefully? Don't worry, there will be more...
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