Kessel
On the Prowl
Hey guys. I wrote this because I have a lot of free time on my hands. I'm not the best writer, and I plan to continue this because well, I like to write. I also like to learn, so feedback is nice.
I try to add some drama and human emotion to my stories, rather than just sex. There will be sex, don't worry though. Even if just 1 person even thinks its interesting then I see that as a success, and there will be longer and more in depth parts to come, this is just the beginning.
Anyway, it is kinda short but I will continue it. So yeah, go crazy JUB.
I couldn't help but look, you know? It was like a palooza in the locker room. I never showered, I was never good at hiding or preventing a hard-on. I tried to think of dead kittens or dead babies but when I did I just imagined one of the hot guys holding a little kitten or a little baby...shirtless. So I stood there, and made quick glances. I bent down to tie my shoe and when I looked up David walked by naked. I just wanted to slide forward and put that cock in my mouth. Now I've seen a lot of cocks, never in sex situations...just in the locker room. After a while they all start to look the same.
You ever heard of a fantasy relationship? I had those. Being the gay kid in school, I could never just go out and try to get a boyfriend like straight people could just walk up and ask, "Wanna go out sometime?" So I had a lot of fantasies in my head. Most of them never even contained sex, I just wanted to cuddle. Can't a brother cuddle? Maybe even a hug...but in the end, all they were, were fantasies. I didn't care. I would never admit it, but yeah, sometimes I kiss my pillow.
I snapped back into reality when a football hit me in the head. I rubbed my head and turned around to see a bunch of Letterman jackets facing me. "Sorry bout that! Just throw it back!" One of them said. "Ah shit..." I whispered to myself. I couldn't throw! I could barely catch, and most of the time it would go straight through my open hands 'cause I didn't close my hands in time. I picked it up and attempted a throw. It soared through the air, bounced off a locker and hit a blonde girl in the head. "Um...sorry!" I yelled. She turned around and I saw her soda had spilled all over her pink shirt. "What the fuck Daniel?!" She looked at me with the fury of a woman scorned and I quickly walked away.
I didn't have much friends, only two really. My best friend ever, Megan, was the only person I could tell anything to. She was a bit of a slut, but she was so sweet I loved her. We always called each other our "Beezy!" The other was my only guy friend Beau. He was cool. Sometimes I wondered why we were even friends, he was the typical jock. He played football and baseball. He never actually played in the real games but he tried. We met in junior high and just kept in contact after we graduated. He didn't know I was gay, I afraid to tell him. I was never really attracted to him. He was like my brother, and I was afraid of losing him when I told him. One of these days...
I walked into my 1st period math class and sat in the back. I was planning on sleeping through it. "I heard what you did to Leah." Megan walked up beside and sat sat down in the desk next to me. I looked at her and she smiled. "You mean the football?" She nodded. "I said sorry." I shrugged. "It doesn't really count. She spilled her soda and her headlights came on and her shirt tightened...Basically everyone saw her boob town." We both laughed. The teacher walked in and I put my head down and drifted off. I was in La-La land when a thud woke me up. I looked up to see Patrick walking in. "I'm sorry I'm late! I had a flat. I had to walk the rest of the way." The teacher just laughed and pointed him to a seat.
Now Patrick, was a God. Luckily I had P.E. with him, so while most girls would kill to see him shirtless, I saw him naked. I just wanted him. I wanted to just rip off his clothes and eat him, to lick his cock and worship that finely toned body. My heart rate shot up and I was staring. A hit on my back made me whirl around to see Megan. "You're staring." She whispered. I came back to planet earth and sighed. "I'll never get a guy like that..." She laughed at me. "You need a bigger tool." I turned around and stared at her, "I'm average sized!" Truth was I was 5 or 6 inches. "Oh please I saw that tool Freshmen year in that water balloon fight when you got pantsed!" I scoffed at her. At this point we were whisper fighting. "Not like you should talk loose cooch!" She stopped and stared behind me. "Loose...cooch?" The teacher said and the whole class was staring at me. Apparently we had gotten a little too loud. Patrick was looking at me. I sighed. Just a normal day.
I sat at my usual lunch spot. There was a courtyard at school that had 1 table and was surrounded by plants. It was past all the classrooms so no one ever went there because it was so out of the way. Megan and I always ate there, it was our sanctuary. Sometimes Beau would join us, but it was rare. The only time we really hung out was on weekends. We would play Xbox together, and dick around...no not that kind of dick around, you know what I mean. "You think Beau is hot?" She asked me. I rolled my eyes. "You always ask me that, and what is my answer?" Now she rolled her eyes. "You don't even think he's a little cute?" I actually gave it some thought."He's alright I guess..." She stopped and looked past me and pointed. "Look!"
I looked over past the huge tree the table was under and saw a classroom door fly open. I ducked under the table to avoid being seen and Megan just sat there. Mrs. Smith and Mr. Clark were locking lips, and it was some hard kissing. I actually let a slight chuckle out and they turned to where I was crouching. They quickly stepped apart and Mrs. Smith fixed her skirt. They shook hands and awkwardly walked apart. I stepped out of the bush and looked at Megan. "Aren't they married?" She smiled. "Yeah, but not to each other."
It was the final period of the day, of the week! It was Friday, and I couldn't wait to get home. It was English class. Mr. Clark was actually the teacher, and I didn't know whether he had seen me earlier at lunch or not, so I was nervous. He walked in and stopped at the door and gave me a quick look. He had seen me. He walked to his desk and got straight to business. "Listen seniors, it's time to graduate soon, so for that, prepare for the biggest project of the year." Everyone groaned and he tried to reassure us. "Listen, it's not that bad but I will pair you up with someone of my choice." Everyone groaned even louder. I was panicking on the inside. I hate group projects, I hated anything that required more than one person. Which is why I mostly played video games and only really had 2 friends. Beau was in my class. He leaned to me and whispered, "Hopefully we get each other." I nodded and just stared at Mr. Clark.
He walked around pairing people and everyone just chatted. I was nervous as he made his way to my desk. He had seen me earlier. I looked at his hand and saw the wedding ring he had on, and I knew he wasn't married to Mrs. Smith. He eventually got to me and we just stared at each other for what seemed like hours. Mr heart was racing and he glared. He eventually sighed and opened his attendance book. "You're with Patrick." He glared one last time, and then walked away. It was like he knew. He knew my worst fear. Beau looked at me and just shrugged. "Oh well." I looked at Patrick who was just sat and chatted with his friends. I swallowed hard and looked at Mr. Clark, who was still glaring at me. Beau looked at me as I started sweating. "You OK?" I swallowed again. "Yeah I'm fine"
Oh, it was going to be a great year.
I try to add some drama and human emotion to my stories, rather than just sex. There will be sex, don't worry though. Even if just 1 person even thinks its interesting then I see that as a success, and there will be longer and more in depth parts to come, this is just the beginning.
Anyway, it is kinda short but I will continue it. So yeah, go crazy JUB.
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I couldn't help but look, you know? It was like a palooza in the locker room. I never showered, I was never good at hiding or preventing a hard-on. I tried to think of dead kittens or dead babies but when I did I just imagined one of the hot guys holding a little kitten or a little baby...shirtless. So I stood there, and made quick glances. I bent down to tie my shoe and when I looked up David walked by naked. I just wanted to slide forward and put that cock in my mouth. Now I've seen a lot of cocks, never in sex situations...just in the locker room. After a while they all start to look the same.
You ever heard of a fantasy relationship? I had those. Being the gay kid in school, I could never just go out and try to get a boyfriend like straight people could just walk up and ask, "Wanna go out sometime?" So I had a lot of fantasies in my head. Most of them never even contained sex, I just wanted to cuddle. Can't a brother cuddle? Maybe even a hug...but in the end, all they were, were fantasies. I didn't care. I would never admit it, but yeah, sometimes I kiss my pillow.
I snapped back into reality when a football hit me in the head. I rubbed my head and turned around to see a bunch of Letterman jackets facing me. "Sorry bout that! Just throw it back!" One of them said. "Ah shit..." I whispered to myself. I couldn't throw! I could barely catch, and most of the time it would go straight through my open hands 'cause I didn't close my hands in time. I picked it up and attempted a throw. It soared through the air, bounced off a locker and hit a blonde girl in the head. "Um...sorry!" I yelled. She turned around and I saw her soda had spilled all over her pink shirt. "What the fuck Daniel?!" She looked at me with the fury of a woman scorned and I quickly walked away.
I didn't have much friends, only two really. My best friend ever, Megan, was the only person I could tell anything to. She was a bit of a slut, but she was so sweet I loved her. We always called each other our "Beezy!" The other was my only guy friend Beau. He was cool. Sometimes I wondered why we were even friends, he was the typical jock. He played football and baseball. He never actually played in the real games but he tried. We met in junior high and just kept in contact after we graduated. He didn't know I was gay, I afraid to tell him. I was never really attracted to him. He was like my brother, and I was afraid of losing him when I told him. One of these days...
I walked into my 1st period math class and sat in the back. I was planning on sleeping through it. "I heard what you did to Leah." Megan walked up beside and sat sat down in the desk next to me. I looked at her and she smiled. "You mean the football?" She nodded. "I said sorry." I shrugged. "It doesn't really count. She spilled her soda and her headlights came on and her shirt tightened...Basically everyone saw her boob town." We both laughed. The teacher walked in and I put my head down and drifted off. I was in La-La land when a thud woke me up. I looked up to see Patrick walking in. "I'm sorry I'm late! I had a flat. I had to walk the rest of the way." The teacher just laughed and pointed him to a seat.
Now Patrick, was a God. Luckily I had P.E. with him, so while most girls would kill to see him shirtless, I saw him naked. I just wanted him. I wanted to just rip off his clothes and eat him, to lick his cock and worship that finely toned body. My heart rate shot up and I was staring. A hit on my back made me whirl around to see Megan. "You're staring." She whispered. I came back to planet earth and sighed. "I'll never get a guy like that..." She laughed at me. "You need a bigger tool." I turned around and stared at her, "I'm average sized!" Truth was I was 5 or 6 inches. "Oh please I saw that tool Freshmen year in that water balloon fight when you got pantsed!" I scoffed at her. At this point we were whisper fighting. "Not like you should talk loose cooch!" She stopped and stared behind me. "Loose...cooch?" The teacher said and the whole class was staring at me. Apparently we had gotten a little too loud. Patrick was looking at me. I sighed. Just a normal day.
I sat at my usual lunch spot. There was a courtyard at school that had 1 table and was surrounded by plants. It was past all the classrooms so no one ever went there because it was so out of the way. Megan and I always ate there, it was our sanctuary. Sometimes Beau would join us, but it was rare. The only time we really hung out was on weekends. We would play Xbox together, and dick around...no not that kind of dick around, you know what I mean. "You think Beau is hot?" She asked me. I rolled my eyes. "You always ask me that, and what is my answer?" Now she rolled her eyes. "You don't even think he's a little cute?" I actually gave it some thought."He's alright I guess..." She stopped and looked past me and pointed. "Look!"
I looked over past the huge tree the table was under and saw a classroom door fly open. I ducked under the table to avoid being seen and Megan just sat there. Mrs. Smith and Mr. Clark were locking lips, and it was some hard kissing. I actually let a slight chuckle out and they turned to where I was crouching. They quickly stepped apart and Mrs. Smith fixed her skirt. They shook hands and awkwardly walked apart. I stepped out of the bush and looked at Megan. "Aren't they married?" She smiled. "Yeah, but not to each other."
It was the final period of the day, of the week! It was Friday, and I couldn't wait to get home. It was English class. Mr. Clark was actually the teacher, and I didn't know whether he had seen me earlier at lunch or not, so I was nervous. He walked in and stopped at the door and gave me a quick look. He had seen me. He walked to his desk and got straight to business. "Listen seniors, it's time to graduate soon, so for that, prepare for the biggest project of the year." Everyone groaned and he tried to reassure us. "Listen, it's not that bad but I will pair you up with someone of my choice." Everyone groaned even louder. I was panicking on the inside. I hate group projects, I hated anything that required more than one person. Which is why I mostly played video games and only really had 2 friends. Beau was in my class. He leaned to me and whispered, "Hopefully we get each other." I nodded and just stared at Mr. Clark.
He walked around pairing people and everyone just chatted. I was nervous as he made his way to my desk. He had seen me earlier. I looked at his hand and saw the wedding ring he had on, and I knew he wasn't married to Mrs. Smith. He eventually got to me and we just stared at each other for what seemed like hours. Mr heart was racing and he glared. He eventually sighed and opened his attendance book. "You're with Patrick." He glared one last time, and then walked away. It was like he knew. He knew my worst fear. Beau looked at me and just shrugged. "Oh well." I looked at Patrick who was just sat and chatted with his friends. I swallowed hard and looked at Mr. Clark, who was still glaring at me. Beau looked at me as I started sweating. "You OK?" I swallowed again. "Yeah I'm fine"
Oh, it was going to be a great year.
