6 comments/ 33570 views/ 17 favorites High School: Confusion By: Betterthanmovies High School: Confusion *1* All throughout high school, I was the kid that always couldn't wait to get the fuck out of here. Westbrook high school was a nightmare, in my mind. It was filled with rude guys, bitchy girls, and teachers that didn't seem to understand for a second what it felt like to be a teenager. It sucks. Being a gay teenager is probably harder than people would think when you go to a school where there seems to be nobody else like you. Sure, there are a few guys that are gay, but they are just awful. First, there's Kevin Turkel. He is one of the trashiest guys I've ever met. He would be one of those gay guys who would post pictures of themselves on facebook, barely wearing any clothes, so that the 2,000 random gay guys he friend requested could jerk off to what they could never attain. The next was Chuck Cuilla. He was a nice guy, I guess. He was just so girly! He talks like one, acts like, the whole package. Don't get me wrong, I like a nice cock, but it needs to have a guy attached to it. The only other guy I know of is Rick. Rick was probably my obsession for most of ninth and tenth grade. I was in love with him. Eleventh grade came around, and we finally hooked up. Well, hooked up and then some. We just stopped talking after that. And then there's me, Troy Verrity. 18 years old, just like everybody else in the senior class by this point. Despite hating high school the first years of my attendance, I've come to realize that this last month is the last time I'll have to see any of these people. It's made me realize that I am going to miss some. It's also made me realize this is not only my last chance, but everyone's last chance, to say or do what they always wanted to do to anyone they wanted to do it with. At the top of my list was to seduce one of the many straight guys here, or even just one guy that I never knew was gay. I'm tired of jerking off most nights, and fantasizing on my short romance with Rick. I want something new and exciting in my life. *2* Probably one of the most dreadful sounds a teenager can hear in the morning is the incessant buzz the alarm clock makes at 7 AM. Mostly because it indicates where you're about to go. These days, school is mostly pointless. I've already been accepted into a university, and I basically just go with the motions at school now. First period Economics. I mostly just sit there and hear the sound out of my radically bald teacher. It's a strange sight to see a bald head with a face full of facial hair. The wonders of the male body. While on the topic, there is also another wonder in my classroom: Paul Wagner. The epitome of a douchebag, but goddamnit was he hot. He was small, about 5'6, which I liked. Standing at nearly 6'0, I like being the tall one in the relationship. He had dirty blonde hair, and always dressed and smelled so sexy. He was just such a fucking douche! He knew he was hot shit, and took advantage of the things he could get out of it. He always liked how he was "the oldest one in the grade" having a very early November birthday. The bell rang without me even hearing it, and I only knew the period was over by the sight of Paul gathering his papers to get to his next class. Lucky for me, second period Psychology was conveniently in the same room. So I adjusted my seat to where I was assigned and waited for the class to filter in. The remainder of the day was mostly a blur, I would walk like a zombie from classroom to classroom, seeing friends, teachers and other gorgeous guys in the process. Seventh period was one of my favorites in the day. I had band, which was alright, but it had another gorgeous guy in the room. Shawn Gaffney, a senior, was flawless. He had a real "punk" attitude, like he didn't give a shit about anything. He had short blonde hair, sometimes flipped to the front, and green eyes that make me melt. His small slender body fit perfectly into himself. He just turned 18 a few days ago, and he was already planning his birthday party for the weekend. He was one of those guys that always liked to play gay, and whenever he would do it with me, I would just writhe inside of my jeans. Today, we are just going over some easy chromatic scales. We just had our spring concert, so we're only messing around with some music in class now, having a break before our teacher begins preparing the under-classmen for their performance at our graduation. Shawn was on the stage, collecting a bunch of an assortment of wires use in the bass guitar he plays. I wandered in there to catch up with him. "What's going on, fucker," I call to him when I walk in. He turns his beautiful his face to me and says, "What's up, Pussy". God he's beautiful. "Oh, nothing just messing around, the usual," I answered. I really wanted him to be the first in a long time of guys to mess around with. As if a god had heard my thoughts, Shawn replies, "How about messing around with me," in a suggestive tone. Typical Shawn, always playing gay. I really hated it, because it would always give me false hope. Today, though, I saw it as an opening. I approached him, my face and body only about a foot away from him. "Okay," I stated very simply, and reached for his cock through his jeans with my hand. He backed away, looking both shocked and disgusted at the same time. "What are you doing?" he spat. "Listen, once this month is over, I'll be out of here and you'll never see me again. The playing gay thing is getting old, and I'm ready to start being real gay with you," "I'm not gay," he retorted. "Gay, straight or bi, a mouth is a mouth," I replied as I dropped to my knees in front of his crotch. I fumbled with the button and slowly unzipped the fly. Shawn didn't seem to protest. I pulled down his jeans, and began rubbing his soft cock through his plaid boxers. I could feel it starting to harden when I used my other hand to fondle his balls. To my surprise, he reached to his waist and threw his shirt up over his head and onto the floor. I slowly lowered his boxers, until they reached his ankles, and his now hard cock sprang up in my face. He grabbed it by the base and was poking at my lips, urging from them to open. I knew he wasn't straight. I got on my feet and grabbed his head and passionately kissed him. Our tounges dancing with each other, I could feel my own cock starting to become erect. I let my hand fall to his waist, and began stroking his beautiful cock. To my great surprise, I felt his hands undoing my own jeans. I smiled as he open the fly and pulled them down. He quickly removed my shirt as well. I returned to my knees and put his cock in my mouth. I gently began sucking on it, then going faster. He began to moan, quite loud, and I withdrew. "Shutup, we're still in school," I hissed. Which is when it hit me, I was in a corner of the school auditorium giving head to someone I've been fantasizing about for months. I returned to sucking on his cock, feeling him pushing my head all the way down to the base, gagging me. I cupped his balls in my hand and gently began massaging them. That's when I felt it. His balls became very sensitive, and his breathing became quick and out of control. "Fuck, I'm gonna fucking blow it," he weakly stated, expecting me to withdraw. I'm a fucking trooper though. He began shooting his white ropes into my mouth, while I sucked it all down. His knees buckled as I sucked all the juices out of his weakening cock. He fell to his knees as his cock became limp. "That was...was..." he started. The bell rang. I quickly put my jeans and shirt back on and whispered to him: "You're welcome." High school might not be so bad after all More to come soon :) High School: Confusion Ch. 02 *3* I wouldn't exactly call myself beautifully gorgeous or an Adonis. I'm just a good looking guy. I have short brown hair, deep blue eyes and a killer smile. I'm not this big ripped and muscular guy, I would simply call myself slim. I do have the V-shaped torso, though, which I find a nice quality. I'm not a whore either. I'm simply a guy on a mission. My whole time here, I've spent staring across the room at a guy that I would never get, simply out of the embarrassment of the rejection. With graduation only a couple weeks away, I know that if I do get rejected, I won't have to see their faces that much longer. That's basically my whole reasoning behind the way I'm acting! I've spent nearly four years in my bed, jerking off, thinking of Shawn, Paul, Nick, Jason, so on and so forth. All I want to do now is act on these fantasies. If I do get some ass, great! If not, who cares. *4* Yesterday was weird. The fact that I had successfully seduced Shawn was both empowering and extremely sexy. Despite him being a little younger than I was, he was an extreme turn on. And that luscious cock... But he was yesterday's news. If he ever wanted to do something again, fine, but he was no longer my focus. I sat in my 6th period marketing class, astonished at how I had made it through the whole day without falling asleep in one of my classes. This class used to be somewhat difficult, but now that the end of the year was rearing it's head, we really did not do too much. I mostly spent my time admiring the guy sitting next to me. In terms of loud, obnoxious tools, Jason Buch took the title. He had been the type of guy that I hated all through junior year, without ever actually talking to him. After having a class with him, I decided he wasn't mean or anything, just obnoxious. He wasn't this gorgeous hunk of man, he had short brown hair, and a cute cartilage piercing in his ear, which I liked. He mostly gave up on his choice on clothing, wearing only a tee-shirt and pajama pants most days. He was a little chubby, but it was a little cute for him. His loose pajama pants really highlighted how large his cock seemed when it bounced around the room. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the bell, which I had grown too accustomed to. I decided to skip band today, and avoid any kind of discomfort I might have felt after seeing Shawn again. Not that I was afraid of him or anything, but what if he tried making things awkward? I constantly would say this to Rick, how even though I am gay, I am not a girl. I don't want to lay around cuddling for an hour after we fuck or after I blow you. I simply want to go home, and go to sleep. That's it. I don't want Shawn growing some sort of attachment to me. Instead, I waited around in the lunch room with my friend Caitie until 8th period started. I doubt I'll even get a cut-slip for band. 8th period was another nice period of the day: gym. It had turned from my worst nightmare, to a free period. We mostly just changed, threw a basketball around for 5 minutes, and then proceeded to do whatever we wanted. I especially liked gym because of the fact of seeing the half-naked bodies of all the hot guys in the locker room. There was one in particular, though, Jake Clifton. He was very similar to Paul in the way he looked, dressed and acted. He wasn't quite as loud and obnoxious, though, he was more witty if anything. He had short brown hair, kind of curled in the back. He had long, hairy legs and a crooked kind of smile. Jake was in my economics class too, but I never saw too much of him there, one of us was always late and we sat on opposite sides of the room. Gym was virtually the only time I got to gawk at his beauty. I walked behind him into the locker room, and went to my locker diagonal from his. I turned my lock to the combination and opened it up. I threw my shirt off and changed into my gym shirt as other guys poured into the room. I turned around and saw Jake standing at his locker, shirt off, unbuttoning his jeans and dropping them to the floor. His ass looked so round and plump in his black boxer briefs. I diverted my attention away from him as others filed into our row of lockers. I removed my jeans and quickly put on my gym shorts, quite slowly in the process. I knew Jake took his time in the locker room, and I was trying to do the same. By now, majority of the guys had left the room. I managed to catch Jake walk into the bathroom, like he usually did, trying to stall time by taking an exceptionally long piss. I'd always planned on walking in there and making a pass, but was too afraid to. Today was the day. As the last remaining in the room left, I walked into the bathroom. Jake was standing at the urinal, with his shorts not even down. He wasn't pissing he was just standing there stalling before we had to go participate. I don't even know why anymore, we hardly do anything in gym. If I didn't know any better, I would say he was waiting for somebody to come in. But he said nothing as I walked in. I walked right up behind him, and pantsed him, leaving his boxer briefs still on. In my school, it is something common for friends to go around school, pantsing each other in public, embarrassing places. But I wasn't really friends with Jake. He turned around, wondering who the fuck was pulling his shorts down, looking like he was ready to punch me. Before he could react, I pulled my hand out and grasped his cock. "Excuse me," he quietly said. "What do you think you're doing?" "Just shutup," I said as I pulled his cock out of the fly. To my surprise, he didn't try and fight with me like Shawn had. "You want it, fucking suck on it, faggot," I wasn't offended by the word faggot. I'd heard it enough times to become immune to it. All I could think of was the joy I was getting that I would be able to suck on his cock now. I closed the door to the bathroom, and pulled his boxers down to his ankles. His cock was hardening now, standing erect at about 8 inches. He was such a fucking hot guy. Dazzling brown eyes looked down at me as I opened my mouth wide to take his cock in. This dick was pretty thick as it was long, so taking it in was quite a challenge. But like I said earlier, I'm a fucking trooper. He let out a moan when he first felt my mouth on it. He began to thrust his hips to match the movements my mouth was making. He jammed his cock down my throat, and I felt his soft purple head hit the very back of my throat. I was gagging like crazy, but I kept it under control, relaxing my mouth, lips and throat to continue pleasuring him. He finally pulled out of me and pushed me to the ground. He nearly ripped my shirt off in two while he took it off, and sat down on my chest, his cock right in front of my mouth. He just sat there, furiously beating his meat in my face. "Open your mouth," he commanded, as I faithfully followed. Before I knew it, his muscles all began to tighten, and he blew a huge wad of come right into my mouth. He let out a pretty loud grunting sound as he pumped all the juices out of cock straight into my eagerly waiting mouth. It was more of a roar, now that I think of it. A roar that a warrior makes when he wins a battle. But he was no warrior, and this was no battle, just one 18 year old blowing his load into the mouth of another 18 year old. His cock became limp and my mouth became full of his manly juice, and he got up off me, offering a hand to help me up. He pulled me up, and he put his clothes back on as I tossed my shirt back on. He gave my cock a quick squeeze through my shorts, and went out towards the gym. I simply stood there extremely confused. Was every guy in this school gay? High School: Confusion Ch. 03 *5* How was any of this possible? I had spent my entire life laying on my bed, jerking off to the thought of having these guys cocks in my mouth and ass, and it was finally happening! I feel like a whole new person now, and I love what's becoming of this. I never would have imagined any of this happening to me; I'm just Troy, an 18 year old high school senior, pretty normal looking, with an unusually large cock, measuring 10 inches when hard. Not that any of the guys I've been with lately have seen, but that's beside the point. I'm not making these moves so I can get my cock sucked. I want to see what I've been missing all my life from these guys, and if in the end my cock does get some pleasure, then that's great too. For now I'll just stick to what I know. *6* School's becoming weird. I go from class to class, looking at guys who I've ever been with, and strive to be with. Economics today was weird, in an adverse way. I sit right across from Jake, so I thought it would be weird. But he didn't make it weird. He acted like absolutely nothing had happened, and there was no change in his demeanor at all. Paul, unfortunately, also stayed the same. He was a rude, obnoxious little twat. He calls out and tries to outsmart the teacher, and it never really works out for him. I was amazed when I found out he was nominated for Mr. Spectacular. In our school, in an effort to raise money for prom, a male beauty pageant is organized every year in late May called Mr. Spectacular. Both students and teachers are nominated, and compete in a variety of different events, ranging from a talent portion, fashion portion and a question and answer segment. In the end, one teacher and one student receive the title. This year, Paul was somehow nominated. Tonight was the big night, and it seemed to be all he boasted about. "You're coming tonight, right?" he barked at me, disrupting me from my daze. "Uh, yeah," I said, a little confused. Paul and I never really spoke, mostly because I didn't like speaking to him, only staring at him, like right now. I could see his large bulge through his cargo shorts, nearly right in my face. "Good, make lots of noise for me," he stated with a goofy smile while he walked away. He was so arrogant. The rest of the day seemed to just drag on. Band, however, was a little exciting. I walked into the room, a few minutes late, interrupting the band's rendition on pomp and circumstance. The teacher didn't seem to mind, and continued on with the song. What was interesting was Shawn. He just seemed to stare at me the whole time. Not like an awkward stare, more of a stare that meant he wanted something. That he wanted to look away but couldn't seem to. It made me very excited, and very nervous. I'm not in this for a relationship, but having another round with Shawn would be excellent. I cut class the rest of the day to go home and relax and mull a few things over. As the day neared its end, I headed back to school for the beauty pageant with my friend Francesca. She was the student body president, and had essentially put the whole thing together. "Excited?" she asked as we walked into the auditorium. "Very," I simply stated with a smile. Who wouldn't want to see the school's finest on display? The pageant was silly, but it was fun. Everyone got to see the teacher's up there make fools of themselves trying to pull off a cheesy comedy act, make mistakes during their magic tricks, and singing horribly out of tune. Mr. Mitchell though, he was just an act of beauty. Being the chorus teacher, his voice was melodic and dreamy, and his blue eyes seemed to resonate throughout the entire auditorium. I was completely lost. The students however were intense. They nailed their musical acts, danced their hearts out, and preformed beautiful gymnastics. Paul came out and did some skateboarding routine. After the talent section, Francesca told me she needed to go backstage for some reason and asked if I wanted to come. I said sure. Apparently there was a tie between the judges, and they would need to issue a tiebreaker, which is traditionally a swimsuit competition. It was between Paul and another student, Ron. I gave Ron a high-five backstage for having the courage to go onstage in a tight speedo, and burst out laughing on my way back to the auditorium. My walk was interrupted, though, by someone grabbing my shoulder. It was Paul, wearing only swim trunks. His flat smooth stomach and chest seemed to glisten. He pulled me into a secluded spot underneath a staircase. "What are you doing? Aren't you supposed to be on stage?" I exclaimed. "They're doing the Q&A for the teachers first," he explained to me. Still didn't explain why I was underneath the staircase with him. That was until he began fumbling with the button on my jeans. "What are you doing?!" I nearly shouted. "I see the way you look at me in class, the way you admire me. I want to try everything before I go to California next year for school," he whispered. Sounded familiar. By this point, he had my pants at my ankles, and he pulled my shirt off over my head. So there was, sitting in my boxers with Paul Wagner, only in a bathing suit. He pulled me in for a kiss. Was this really happening? I pinched myself to make sure it wasn't a dream. Turns out it wasn't, and I only ended up with a small pain on my arm. I was a little reluctant to kiss him at first, being in such shock from the whole experience of being approached by him. But before I knew it, he had his tongue swirling in my mouth exploring every area of my teeth and gums. His tongue wasn't the only thing he was using to explore. I felt his hand reach inside the elastic of boxers, reaching around for my hardening cock . "Fuck," he said in shock when his hands grasped my cock. "That thing's a monster!" I smiled and leaned back in to continue kissing. His breathe tasted like peppermints, and all I wanted to do was just keep kissing him. That was before he pinned me down to the floor. He began kissing my neck, and moving further down. He reached my nipples and began sucking on them, running his tongue all along my upper body, teasing me like crazy. He continued his way down south, seeming to lick every inch of my body. He again reached the elastic of my boxers, and slowly began taking them off until my rock hard member sprung out, poking in the face. He had just wrapped his lips around them when we heard someone yelling in the hallway. "Paul!? Paul!? Are you there, Paul?" it was Francesca, franticly looking for the future Mr. Spectacular. Paul quickly took his mouth off my cock, and raced down the hallway without saying a word to me, returning to the competition. He left me there, with a raging boner and my pants around my ankles. Fuck this school. High School: Confusion Ch. 04 *7* Mr. Spectacular was one of the low points of my missions thus far. Yeah it was great having somebody else take the initiative to come to me, but it was horrifying how it literally lasted eight seconds. His lips were so plump and so tender...I can still vaguely feel them wrapped around my cock. Although I digress, the thought of Paul needs to be taken out of my mind. Regardless of the length of time we hooked up, it happened. I need to move on to someone else. However, I can't get Shawn out of my mind. The way he looked at me in band, it's burned into my mind. I can see his green eyes looking longingly in my soul. I want something more. Deep down, however, I know it's not part of the plan. I can't start falling for Shawn. It will just end up exactly like it did with Rick. I can't have that happen again. *8* I rolled out of bed around 10 this morning. Sunday's were always so boring. I didn't have a job, didn't have homework, and didn't really have a lot of friends that didn't have jobs. So mostly I just sat around the house, watching television and making awkward conversation with my parents. I slowly descended downstairs to the kitchen to get something to eat. My house was weird. It had the first floor, where the kitchen, dining room and den resided, and it had the second floor, where all the bedrooms where. The thing that was weird about it was the "sub-floor" we had, right in between the first and second floor, where we had more of a formal living room. It wasn't a floor of it's own, though, my parents always told me. I hated that room more than anything. It all goes back to the summer of tenth grade. It was a hot august night in the year 2010. I had my summer job as a camp counselor at the day camp two blocks down from me. It was a good job to start on, but I swore I would never work there, or as a camp counselor again after that summer. I also decided I would never have kids. But that's a completely different story. My parents decided that was the summer they wanted to go on a cruise. Being the indifferent parents they are, they decided not to tell me about it in advance. So I couldn't get off from work with enough notice. I wasn't too distraught over this though. Sure, going on a tropical cruise would've been fun, but I had the whole house to myself for eight days! Being the delinquent child I was back in tenth grade, of course I was going to have parties nearly every night. So one on exceptionally hot Friday night, I threw a giant party. It got a little too out of hand though. Thinking back on it now, all of the guys that I've gotten with thus far were actually there, not that I spoke to any of them at the time. You all know how high school is, someone hears about a party and suddenly the whole school knows. Literally the whole school. I really don't know how the cops weren't called. It was out of control. I also don't know how my parents never found out about it, despite one of their antique vases being shattered into a million pieces. Luck must have been on my side. Especially since that was the first night I ever hooked up with Rick. Around 1:00, most of the people had left, except for a few random people left making out, and a few close friends that clearly did not want to help clean up, but didn't want to seem rude. "It's fine, you guys don't have to stay. I'll just clean up in the morning," I said as I watched them all quickly scurry away, along with the remaining love-struck teenagers. All that remained was Rick and I. "That goes for you too, you don't have to clean if you don't want to". "I don't want to clean," he said bluntly. I could smell the whiskey a mile away. This was the very first time I saw Rick drunk. Sure, I had gotten a few nasty text messages from him every once in a while, but never face-to-face drunk. "Well, I guess it's a good thing you don't have to clean," I awkwardly said as I turned away from him. At this point, I really did not have any kind of game. I was 16, what else did I know. The rest of the night turned into a blur. Rick tried convincing me that nothing happened, but I know something did happen. There is no way I could have imagined us having relations. As time went on, we did have relations, which he did remember. That is also, however, another story. My trip down memory lane was abruptly stopped when my dad came barreling into the kitchen. "Nice to see you up before noon," he muttered under his breath as he poured himself a cup of coffee. My dad never really seemed to lighten up on the whole "only son and child being gay" thing. Ever since I told him, things have been very different between us. It's sad. I ignored his comment and went up to my room, and closed the door behind me. I didn't want to deal with him today. I logged onto my computer, and instantly all my different social mediums popped up. Facebook, twitter and oovoo all logged themselves in. Oovoo was a strange one. Video chatting. Like anyone ever did any chatting on there. I learned far too quickly that a camera to camera situation was nothing but trouble. A lonely night and a webcam is never a good idea when there's an entire world full of horny viewers. But I still logged onto it anyway, and there were a couple of people on there that I would talk to. But this time was different, I logged on to see a friend request. I eagerly checked it, and saw the name 'Paul Swagner'. Fucking idiot tool. I accepted it, and immediately he tried to contact me. "What's up," he said as his face popped up on screen. His pearly whites flashed me, mesmerizing me. "Um, nothing really," I awkwardly said as I scratched my head. "The other night was weird, huh?" "That's exactly what I wanted to talk about!" he eagerly exclaimed. "Troy, I'm going out with your mom to get some groceries, don't burn the house down!" my dad yelled from downstairs. "And try not to get AIDS either," I heard him mumble. He was horrible at trying to whisper and be discreet. "Anyway, you cannot tell a single person about what happened there," he started. "I know there's not that much time left in the year, but I can't leave here having people think I'm a homo". I rolled my eyes at him. "What do you care? You're going to California, you're never going to see most of these people, including me, ever again. What does it matter if they know you're a homo?" "Stop right there. I'm not a homo. I want to expand my horizon, try new things. Sucking a dick for ten seconds does not make me a homo. It makes me..." he paused, struggling to find the word, "Open with my sexuality," Never heard that one before. "Whatever, I'm not going to tell anybody, I wasn't going to in the first place," "Good," he said with a smile, flashing me that perfect smile again. He tore his shirt off, expecting me to do the same. "What do you think your doing?" "Isn't this what you people like doing on webcam? Cyberfucking, as they call it?" I was appalled. Paul Wagner wanted to fucking have cybersex? What the fuck was happening? I wasn't objecting though. I tore my shirt off, and slid down my pajama pants. My cock was already hardening through my boxers. "Look at that fucking thing," he said in astonishment. "I can only wish my that big," "Well let's see it then," I demanded impatiently. I had things to do today, and couldn't sit around marveling at my dick all day. He quickly removed his cock from his shorts. It was nice, not huge, and not much compared to Shawn's or Jake's. But it was nice. Looked about 6 inches, and had a nice patch of blonde hair above the cut head. He quickly began stroking it. I tore off my boxers and took my meat in hand. I slowly began stroking it up and down before picking up the pace and vigorously beating it. "Fuck, you're sexy," he asserted from the screen. He looked like he was watching a porno. Something he genuinely enjoyed watching. 'Open with my sexuality' my ass, this kid was as gay as they game. I had to admit though, watching him pump his cock was sexy as well. He would spit in his hand to create lubrication and just go at it. He was hot to watch. I felt myself getting ready to cum. I knew how these things worked, guys went crazy over a nice cum shot. I told him I was getting close, and positioned the camera accordingly. I vigorously pumped my meat, begging my juices to come flying out. Before I knew it, my balls became super sensitive, and my legs became stiff. I threw my head back, and felt my white ropes fly out of my body, landing all over myself and my bed. This was a huge orgasm, and I moaned out after each ejaculation. I looked on the computer screen and saw Paul in ecstasy, and managed to look over in time to see him shoot his own load, landing all over himself and the screen. "Wow, that was fucking hot," he said between pants. "Yeah, it was nice. I gotta go," I said as I closed the conversation and turned off my computer. Did I really just having fucking cybersex with that douchebag? High School: Confusion Ch. 05 *9* I'm breaking my own rules. I said it myself: move from one guy to the next. I guess the first time with Paul didn't really count...but I wouldn't go as far as saying the second time did either. It was all over the computer, none of it really was personal. Oh well, "sour grapes" as they would say. Whether or not Paul wants to continue this relationship is irrelevant. I'm not going to let this get in my way. The same goes for Shawn. No matter how much I may think I like him, I need to move forward. I'm only eighteen years old; I know none of these feelings are real. I am really just hoping none of this is going to come back to bite me in the ass. *10* All I can hear about today is Shawn's crazy birthday party over the weekend. I think I had received some sort of invitation over the computer or something like that, but I decided not to go. I don't want to get sucked into anything too serious. Second period psychology was actually interesting today. Due to it being a college level course, and the test being administered in early May, we no longer had anything to do in the class. My teacher, Ms. Flannagan, only turned on a movie and handed out a worksheet with incredibly easy questions about the movie, just to make sure we didn't completely not pay attention. The movie was Mean Girls, though, so of course I was paying attention. Many of the characters reminded me of myself, though, a real shiesty character, going behind people's backs and all. This is the second to last week of school, though, and I'm not going to spend it in any kind of a funk. I walk into band seventh period and immediately go onto the stage to start putting away some loose instruments lying around, as requested from my teacher. I walk on stage only to see Shawn standing there, rounding up a few wires. He turned his head upon hearing my footsteps. "Oh. Hey," he said, lifelessly. "What's up," I said, awkwardly. "Missed you at my party," "Oh...did you?" I questioned. "Of course I did," he responded, eyes beginning to flare. I couldn't tell if it was out of sadness or anger. "Come here," I said as I grabbed his wrist. I pulled him over to the corner where we had first hooked up. "What's the problem?" "You mean, you don't know?" he said with a devilish tone as he grabbed my crotch. He might as well have been slicing off my Achilles heel; my one weakness. "No..." I said with a gulp. He started to rub through my jeans, while my member began hardening. Things changed rather quickly. He squeezed down hard, choking my ballsack. "I fucking saw you," he snarled. "S-s-s-saw me d-d-doing w-w-what?!" I managed to blurt out. I was writhing in pain. "Mr. Spectacular. I fucking saw you and Paul underneath the staircase," he retorted as he released me from his grip. I fell to my knees. "This is what you're angry about? Why do you care!?" I exclaimed. I didn't know if I was angry at him for choking my nuts, or for not having a good reason. "I thought what we had meant something. I never even thought about guys, and then you came along and made everything so..." he wandered off, "...confusing! I didn't know who I liked anymore-boys or girls- I just knew that I liked, and wanted, you. And seeing you with that asshole Paul, it just boiled my blood," "Shawn, I'm sorry you felt something, but what we did here last week didn't mean anything to me. I'm going to be honest with you and tell you that it really was just mindless, and for the most part, a one time deal," I said while dusting my jeans off. "If you want to do it again, it's not going to be with any strings attached." And with that I stormed off the stage. I turned back one last time to see him frozen in place, both embarrassed and enraged. I walked off the stage in the direction that doesn't lead back to the band room. I didn't want to go back there, and I didn't care about whether or not I got a cut for the day. What are they going to do, give me detention? I really wasn't mad or anything, my balls were just aching, not just from pain, but for some action. I wanted someone to suck my dick, and for more than just seven seconds like Paul did. I begrudgingly went through my contacts and pulled up Kevin Turkel's number. We had gotten together a few times in the past, but I was mostly disgusted by him that I would never answer his 2 AM text messages, begging for sex. 'Meet up in 20?' was all I needed to text him to get him to meet up. Within fifteen minutes, I had driven to the corner of Beltagh and Monroe street, waiting in my car to see him. A few minutes later, I saw that disgusting blonde streak of hair walking towards the forest. This particular corner had a secluded area, one that most people didn't know about, and is completely invisible from the street. It's mostly a place where kids go to fuck or smoke weed. I took the keys out of the ignition and walked towards the area. He was standing right there, waiting for me. His tall, tanned and overly tattooed persona towered over me. He was exceptionally tall as compared to me. His hair color was not even distinguishable anymore it had been died so many times. It looked like a brownish-black with blonde streaks in random places. His piercings were mostly hard to look at, minus the one that lay on his tongue. "Nice to finally see you," he said emotionlessly as he approached me. He grabbed my head and took me in for a kiss. He wasted no time at all, forcing his tongue into my mouth and exploring my gums, teeth and tongue. I kissed along with him, mostly to be polite. I didn't come here to kiss. His hands immediately moved to my waist, as he undid the button and unzipped. He reached his hand in, and began massaging my cock. It felt so good. The only good thing about hooking up with a whore is that they have so much damn experience. They know what to do and when to do it. His hand worked like an angel on my hardening package. I diverted my attention to him and tore his sleeveless shirt off his body. He was extremely skinny, no fat and no muscle on his body, but his severe tan and assortment of tattoos diverted the attention away from his bony structure. I pushed him away and kissed his neck. I sucked on it, and bit softly, hoping to leave my mark on him. I slowly began making my way down his body. My lips stopped at his nipples, and began planting soft kisses on them. One of them had a ring, so I flung my tongue through and around it, and heard him let out a soft moan. I decided to continue my journey south. My tongue swirled around his abdominal region, tracing the outline of huge eagles wings tattooed there. My hands worked their magic on his Capri style jeans, and they slid to his ankles. He wasn't even wearing any underwear, not that I was surprised. His seven inch cock sprang out, and greeted me warmly. I didn't want to blow him just yet though. It was my turn today. I returned to his lips and slowly caressed his cock with hand, fondling his balls at the same time. Returning to his lips was sort of a sign to return to me. He wasted no time shoving my jeans and boxers out of the way, and took my cock into his mouth. It fully hardened when I felt my head reach his throat. His experience totally made up for any kind of trashiness he had about him when it came down to it. My monster cock filled out, and he still took the whole shaft in. He shoved it in and out of his warm, moist mouth never once stopping to gag or breathe. I grabbed his messy hair and took over. I face fucked him, and I did it hard. I heard him a gag a few times, but for the most part he was a trooper. He even played with my balls a little bit. He must have felt them swell up in his hands, because right when I was about to cum, he took his best tricks out, swirling his tongue all around and using his hand to compensate for when his mouth wasn't completely around my dick. My mind went completely blank sans the thought of the amazing orgasm I was about to have. Before I was even ready for it to happen, my load shot out all into his mouth. My gift dribbled out of his mouth while it was still shooting. I hadn't been sucked off in a very long time, and the size of this load was showing it. I finally finished, and he gulped it all down. I took his dick in my hand and slowly started to jerk him off, getting ready to return the favor. Suddenly, a familiar scent was blasted into my nose. Marijuana. I turned around and saw a few dirtbags from my school, smoking a joint and looking directly at us. "Nice show, homos," the first one, Drew spat. That was all he had to say. It pulled my pants up and dashed away, leaving Kevin with some of the biggest blue balls of his life. High School: Confusion Ch. 06 *11* I'm done with Kevin again. I only hit him up when I really need a good blowjob, or to get some ass. It never happens very often, once every few months or so. I'm not really this sexual deviant or anything like that. Most nights, I'm fine with just jerking off. Sometimes I prefer it. Nobody knows me like I know myself. Sometimes it's just nice to have somebody do the work for you. *12* The week drags on. Work is all done, and all my classes consist of just watching movies. I skipped school on Tuesday, and when Wednesday rolls around, I decided to skip school that day too. I know I should be living up the remainder of my days left in high school with my friends before college comes around, I just never feel like going anymore. Thursday morning I decide it's time to go back to school, and to stop avoiding every guy I've interacted with thus far by skipping. This morning, a good friend of mine, Phil, says he needs a ride to school. Of course I'm not going to say now. 7:30 rolls around, and I pick him up on our way to school. "Banana!" he yells when we see a yellow car on our way to school. It's part of a little game we made up with a few other friends, we call it 'Fruit of the Loom'. The whole point of the game is that whenever you see a yellow car, one that isn't a school bus or commercial vehicle, and not to be the last one. The last one to yell it has to take off one article of clothing. If you see a pink car, you yellow "watermelon" and the last to yell it has to remove all their clothes. Usually, we just mess around and never get further than shirts coming off. "Asshole," I yellow in aggravation as I take off one of my shoes. I'd always secretly wanted to get Phil alone, and drive through a sea of yellow cars, and get him fully naked in my car, in my control. It's weird to fantasize about a friend, but I can't help it. Phil is just my type, a little shorter than me, with dirty blonde hair, which is a little curly. He has such dreamy green eyes. His hair is mostly brown, actually, but it has these natural blonde streaks in them, they even show up on his eyebrows. It's almost mesmerizing. We pull into the parking lot about 5 minutes later, and I put my sneaker back on we head our separate ways to our classes. As I said, most of the day was just watching movies. Nothing even remotely was happening, and nothing will happen until yearbooks are handed out next week. So obviously, nothing exciting happened until band period. Today, the underclassmen were outside on the football field setting up where they would be playing for graduation next weekend. The upperclassmen mostly just hung around, except for the few of us that he needed. Luckily, Shawn, being the only bass guitar player, except for the freshman, was somebody he needed to help teach the freshman how to play the part. So I didn't have to worry about him getting in the way of my next guy. His name was Grant Kief. Grant had been on my mind since 9th grade. His looks matched his name, he had a sort of English look about him. He had short brown hair, a smooth baby face, and always smelled amazing. He was always the butt of every joke his friends made, and he had been seeming a little down lately. Our group of friends in band took him in a little bit, and hung out with him the more his friends tormented him. I didn't mind a bit. We sat outside on the bleachers laughing at the underclassmen mostly, and we got to watch them continuously screw up an elementary level song. "I'm gonna go take a leak," Grant said and started walking towards a bush. "Grant, it's the middle of the fucking day. You can still get in trouble, and not be able to walk at graduation," I warned him. It was true. "I don't wanna walk all the way inside," he whined. It wasn't any wonder why his friends made fun of him all the time. He was a little bitch. "Can you, like, stand watch for me or something?" A perfect opportunity! "Yeah, no problem, but we should go to those bushes over there in the back, there's a much less chance anybody will see you," I said while leading him to bushes more secluded from where our friends could see us. If only he knew. "Great idea!" he said while flashing me a dazzling smile. That's what I love most about a guy, a great smile. His was perfect; a full set of perfectly straight teeth, and pearly white. I walked behind him, admiring his plump ass in his expensive designer jeans. "Alright, just warn me if anybody comes close," he said while he turned his back to me and starting pissing in the bushes. When the stream started to ease up, I took hold of the situation. "Shit, somebody's coming," I yelled while pushing him into the bushes. I casually landed on top of him, with his cock still out of his jeans. Of course, nobody was coming, except one of us in a few minutes. "Shit, who was it?" he said, while fumbling with his jeans, trying to put his cock back in. "Don't move at all," I whispered while moving his hand off his cock, while feeling it a little bit myself. We layed there for a few seconds, face to face. I felt my dick start to harden a little bit in my jeans, his scent was just intoxicating, I couldn't help it. "Troy..." he said while voice wandered. I went in for the kill. I went softly at first, giving me soft kisses. He quickly pushed me off. "What the fuck are you doing?" He nearly yelled at me. "Don't tell me you've never thought of this, Grant," I said while grabbing his cock which was still out. "I never have thought of this actually," he continued to yell, but did not push my hand away. His cock even began to harden a little. "I was mostly thinking of this," he said seductively as he aggressively flipped me on my stomach. He quickly slid my jeans down just a little bit so that my ass was out. Before I could even realize what was happening, I heard him spitting his hand as he started to stick two fingers up my ass. It had been a while since I had been fucked up the ass, usually I'm the top. I wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste though. "Stick that big cock in there, Grant. Fill me the fuck up," I cooed. "Shut the fuck up," he commanded. So I did. I immediately felt his cock enter my asshole. It was a little tough with the only lubrication being his spit and no condom. But I'd been around the bend a few times, and before I knew it, the length of his dick, which I hadn't even properly seen yet, had filled up my ass. It was a wonderful feeling, being fucked. One second, the pain seems to be the only thing you feel. All of a sudden, however, pleasure just completely takes over. I let out a stiffed moan when his waist hit my ass. "Fuck me," I whispered. He might not have even heard. Before I knew it, he was pumping into my ass at the speed of light. He was like a jackhammer, ramming into me like the energizer bunny. We were out in the bushes on the football field, pretty much fully clothed, fucking like we were pissed. It didn't last very long at all. He started moaning like crazy, and I could feel his cock start freezing up in my ass. Before I could even tell him to pull out, I felt his warm seed filling up my ass. I pull out before I got any of it on my jeans. I felt like a new man. My ass had been plowed like it had never been before. I had never had anyone go so fast before, and my ass was longing for more. "If you ever want to do this again..." I started off saying. "I know where to go," he said as he stuffed his cock back into his jeans, the cock that I never even got a good look at. Trust me, I want a good look at that cock next time it gets put in my ass.