Selling thumbed through the yearbook. There was the photo he remembered of Randy.
He was blonde, had a great smile and seemed to know everyone in school. Too, he wore tight trousers that fit his form. His round buttocks not bubble but firm, his thighs and his crotch were all outlined for scrutiny by anyone who wanted to look.
Selling looked. And more then once was recognized by others doing it. Girls, guys, teachers...he could remember several instances where his look became a stare and when he glanced away to see eyes of someone watching him, he had blushed with embarrassment.
But Randy didn't give him a choice. Either the guy didn't wear underwear or was just endowed with a form that was made perfectly for the clothes he wore.
And despite his own embarrassment, Randy had caught others doing the same. Teachers and students alike seemed to enjoy the sight. And as for the students, not just girls admired the guy. Guys did too. Dweebs and hot guys alike seemed to look and probably wish they were like Randy.
But the best time Randy remembered was one special summer. He worked part time at the community pool and as he stood surveying the running, screaming kids around the pool, the dripping wet image of Randy emerged from the pool. The water seemed to drip off him in slow motion.
The trunks he wore, like the clothes he wore at school, fit him perfectly happily holding the tubular shape that seemed to stretch across his body.
"Didn't know you worked here" Randy smiled at him while drying the enviable towel that got to rub against his body.
"Yea, part time, three years now" Selling said wanting to hide his own bare chest and loose fitting lifeguard shorts.
"Good for you. Looking good" Randy said. His words practically echoed in Selling's ears but his eyes were moving up and down when he said it. Selling couldn't help the reaction. And he thought Randy's eyes locked on the sight of his growing orange cloth covered erection.
"Thanks, uh you too, always" Selling heard himself say it. He could remember that day and those words for years afterwards.
"Maybe we should get together, you know before school starts and everyone gets into our face about stuff" he smiled.
Maybe it was Selling's imagination or the sight of Randy holding his own towel against his crotch.
"Sure, when?" he asked not thinking about his words at all.
"When do you get off, work that is" Randy was smiling at his own joke.
They agreed.
The sight of Randy in the khaki shorts that fit his hips and crotch were almost as erotic as the swim trunks or even the long trousers he wore in school.
Selling had practically run from the pool locker room to Randy's house at the end of his shift. He was gasping for air when he started to knock. But the door opened before his fist hit the wood.
Randy was shirtless, barefoot and waiting. He stepped back, looking around as Selling entered.
"So let's go upstairs. Don't worry, nobody's here" Randy's feet didn't make a sound as they patted on each step in front of Selling. He looked up to see the firm buttocks flex under the brown cloth that lay on them.
"Nice house' Selling offered despite the fact he hadn't seen much of it.
"Yea thanks, she keeps it like a magazine photo, leaves my room alone though" Randy said as he opened the door.
As neat, prim, proper and impressive as Randy was his bedroom was a mess. Clothes, sports equipment, electronics, papers and books were everywhere.
Randy closed the door and slipped the lock. "I always lock it. Otherwise I'd have to clean this up" Randy kicked some discarded clothing around the floor.
He stood there smiling. Selling didn't know what to say especially because Randy was unbuttoning his waistband.
"So does anybody know, I mean at school, or home or ???" Randy was removing his shorts. They freed his mostly smooth body letting his cupped testicles hang free and the often glared at penis dangle.
"Uh no, I guess, I didn't know you..."
Randy tossed his shorts in a corner. "Naw nobody. Someday but not while we're still in high school."
He stepped closer. Selling didn't move though he almost collapsed when Randy began to lift his tee shirt.
"Now and then someone you know, hints. But I don't do anything..Hell you never know what to expect" His hands slid across Selling's chest and to his own waistband.
"But how do you know?" Selling asked knowing his excitement would seen be seen in plain sight. He almost stopped Randy but then realized the guy already knew what was in his mind and shorts.
"Nice cock man" Randy said as he pulled the shorts down. "Uh you know, you just know, don't you?"
"Uh yea I guess' Selling said though he never had an experience when he knew another guy was like him before. Cousins didn't count, that was all experimenting stuff.
"Shit man I wish we had more then a year left" Randy was kneeling. His tongue stuck out and touched Selling.
It was warm, wet, exciting and almost too much for him.
"Let's take our time. We may not have time like this for while" Randy returned his attention to sucking Selling.
They played like that for awhile until Randy stood and led him to the bed. They lay there, lightly touching each other, kissing soon followed, tongues cradled each other's erections.
"Shit man you're unbelievable" Randy said as he moved below Selling. "You showered right?"
Selling nodded watching wonder as the hot guy lifted his legs and pushed them backwards before lowering his head.
"How many uh others that..." Selling started to ask but stopped when his butthole felt the wet warm tongue. He gasped.
His mind finished the thought. Of all those at school who had stared at Randy, how many shared naked sex with him? Were they all guys, teachers or both sexes? Selling had read about bisexuals but was Randy one or was he like Selling.
Selling opened his eyes when he heard Randy's voice. "I think you're ready" he was kneeling there, naked with Selling's legs against the smooth body he bared.
"But don't cum, cause I want you to do me too" Randy closed his eyes and held his cock aiming it. And then Selling lost sight of it but felt its pressure.
It hurt like hell, but he couldn't admit it. He inhaled deeply and closed his own eyes, remembering photos on the internet of guys doing what they were doing.
Then it moved inside him stretching, sliding, opening and fucking him. It hurt less then more. Selling concentrated on relaxing and suddenly the thickness inside him slid all the way in...startling him.
"Shit you're tight. Sure you have done this before?" Randy asked.
Selling looked at the form. The bulging pectorals and large brown nipples seemed to bulge with each effort the guy made to withdraw and then move back inside him.
"God we should have started this last year" Randy was gasping as he flexed his hips. Selling had seen the guy dance, moving his hips just as he was now. He had wondered then what lucky girl would enjoy this special talent.
Now he was the one riding each piston driving like movement that was changing Selling from a closeted possible queer into a "want-it-anytime" gay boy.
"Can't cum yet" Randy grunted pulling out and squeezing his cock. "Shit shit shit" he muttered then sighed. "There, it's ok, now your turn"
He lay on the bed, facedown.
Selling ran his hand from the base of Randy's neck down his back and over his buttocks. How often had he wondered what this body looked like under the translucent white shirt and thin clothed trousers.
His fingers went over the thighs stimulating his memory of surveying their cloth covered thick muscles.
Selling moved. He wanted to be fucked again, not carefully or exploringly but hard, harsh, like a lusting animal. It made his already hard pumping heart rage and his cock beg for sensations he hadn't even wondered about.
He spit and plunged making Randy yell. "Shit, take it slow man "Randy laughed making Selling know he was enjoying it despite his words.
It was warm inside him, something gripping his cock hard. Selling pushed past it and felt his pubic hair rub against Randy's skin. He moved his hips.
Randy reached back and touched each of his dimpled hips as Selling pushed and pulled fast then slow.
"Yea yea fuck me man, fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before" Randy was gasping and begging.
The truth was Selling had never put his cock into any living thing before. He had wondered about it, but preferred thinking about someone else being inside him, not the toys, food, fingers he had used when jacking off by himself.
Selling saw Randy in the hallway at school. He was shirtless, a wet towel around his waist. Their classmates watched as he took the towel off and got on his hands and knees so Selling could fuck him while everyone watched.
"Gotta do it' Selling announced. His body wasn't behaving at all. The built up load of sperm wanted out of its encasement.
"Shit not yet not yet" Randy begged to no avail. Selling felt his cum flowing and his cock throbbing as he deposited it inside the boy's intestines.
"Keep fucking, I'm close" Randy said.
Selling, usually softened when he came, but he kept moving his hips amazed his cock still felt hard. It was hard work, his back muscles ached, his arms too wanted to stop holding him up and kneels quivered.
"Yea yea yea" Randy said obviously shooting his own load beneath him into the sheets and mattress that had probably tasted the sperm before under different circumstances.
Selling wondered how many guys they knew had been where he was, making the much desired Randy ejaculate like this.
Then to his surprise his body convulsed and another stream, maybe more then one, shot through his fleshy tubes.
"Shit guy, you're one hot fuck" Randy said as Selling rolled off and lay beside the gasping guy he now hoped was a fuckbuddy.
His fingers touched the bare skin and felt Randy's hand touch him too.
"Let's chill for a bit, and then we can do more stuff"
The kids were gathering on the lawn. The summer had gone by giving each student memories of their own, stories they'd tell and maybe lies they'd create to entertain each other that school year.
Selling sat on the grass reading his class schedule. There was only a year of this left, then freedom the prisonous schedule he had known for nearly 12 years.
He looked up to see the sight, he remembered from past school years. Randy and a few others were approaching the entrance. He wore a white linen shirt open in front revealing his olive smooth skin. The sun shown through it enough to make the shirt translucent.
As was the custom the first week, many students still wore casual clothing from their summer, especially the Seniors.
Randy, his fellow senior wore the memorable khaki shorts that were nearly the color of his skin. They were smooth over his buttocks and midway down each thigh. His crotch was cupped and his penis defined.
He held books and laughed at whatever comments his friends were offering.
Randy looked over and saw him. He smiled that wide smile that melted the hearts of many, and softened administration members as well.
He trotted closer and bent over. Selling dared not look around as the handsome face got closer. Selling blushed feeling the tips against his.
Randy pulled back and laughed as if it were all a joke.
"What the hell are they gonna do, we're seniors" he said loud enough so classmates were welcome in on what they thought was a joke.
"See you later, right?" he said "Folks are gone this week"
Selling couldn't believe the morning. And the realization he would have another week of the intimacy, the fantasy turned reality and the exchange of erotic privacy with the guy he had lusted after for years until that summer.
Selling closed the yearbook. It had been years. He finished writing and sent the memory to the website. It was nice to think back to the sight of Randy in his shorts.
Maybe when he came home from work, Selling could get Randy to put them on again, if just for a few moments until he took them off...again.