Senior Year

[Pyramus11]

This is my first attempt at gay fiction. Well, this is the sixth draft of this story. I've changed names, and even point of view by this version, and I hope to finish it, this time. It's a complete fantasy, and the only thing that's even remotely true is the setting. I want it to be a balance between love/character motives, and hardcore action. I apologize for any inaccuracies, plot holes, or other inconstancies, and I value constructive comments.

Part One

I knew that this year would be the best. It was my last year in high school, and come hell or high water I was taking the marching band straight to first place at state contest. The podium wobbled with age as I stepped down off of it, after a long rehearsal on the sun-baked soccer field.

“Am I still giving you a ride home?” I heard the other drum major, Alyssa, ask. I smiled at her. She had brown hair, drawn back into a pony-tail, and I probably would have found her attractive, if I liked girls that way.

“Yeah, I think so,” I said, as I wiped sweat off my brow, from the sun. It was far too hot to be September. She smiled back at me.

“I’ll take the podium in, if you get the yard markers,” she said. I nodded, and ran to the other end of the field, and started picking up the orange markers dotting the yard lines. It was then that I noticed movement on the adjacent field. I saw two people practicing with a soccer ball. They were both shirtless, and sweaty. I couldn’t help but stare as I slowed my pace to pickup the markers.

Instantly, I recognized both of them. The brunet was Mark, and the redhead was Alex. I had spoken to them before in class, but I didn’t know them well enough to call them friends. I had been lusting over them ever since I stepped foot into high school, especially Alex. Since I was still deeply in the closet, I knew it was a bad idea to stare, but something made me.

By the time I had picked up all of the yard markers, and was on my way to the band trailer, Mark had gone inside, and I had lost sight of Alex. Alyssa had already gone inside. I heard a ball being kicked, and turned around just in time to see a soccer ball whizzing towards me. It knocked the orange yard makers out of my arms.

“Sorry! My bad!” I heard Alex say, as he jumped over the fence and ran over to me. My eyes took a quick survey of his tanned, muscular body, and I swallowed unconsciously.

“It’s okay…,” I said. No harm was done, and he was really hot, so I couldn’t hold any thoughts of anger against him. He was hot in many ways. He was literally hot, with sweat dripping off of his face, and the smell of him just managed to barely waft over to me. I swallowed, while I focused on picking up the meaningly plastic markers, to avoid staring at his perfect, exposed chest.

“Let me help you,” Alex said, as he reached down to pick up some of the triangular plastic markers. I nodded, and finished picking up the rest of them, as he got his ball. I stole covert glances at him, as we walked over to the trailer, and put them away. “You sound really good,” Alex said, as I closed the door on the trailer, and locked the padlock.

“What?” I asked, airily, being too busy thinking about him to remember much of anything.

“The band. You guys sounded good,” he explained.

“Oh, thanks,” I said, trying to sound casual.

“Hey, David, how’d you do on that last chemistry quiz?” he asked, while toying with the soccer ball in his hands.

“Pretty good,” I said, extremely pleased that he remembered my name, but not wanting to reveal my perfect score. I always got perfect scores, but I tried to avoid the image of the apple-polisher or know-it-all. Coming into my fourth year with a 4.0, I wished I had a better sex life, and merely an okay grade-point average. Better would have been having one at all, besides with my right hand.

“Do you think you could help me get ready for the test? I’m really having trouble, this year.” He said, with what I note of what I thought was hope that I chalked up to an abysmal grade in chemistry, but wished that we could at least be friends.

“Sure,” I said, quickly. I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to spend time with this Adonis, even when I knew I had no chance of anything more happening. He gave me another glittering smile. I decided it would be safer to look at his face, than to ogle his handsome torso.

“We could go over to my house now, if you’re not busy,” he suggested, still toying with the ball.

I looked into his green eyes, and there was nothing I could say but, “Yes,” to his request. He smiled.

“Cool. I’m hot and sweaty, so I’ll go change. I’ll meet you back at my car,” he said, before pointing to his car, and running off to the locker room entrance. I murmured my acceptance, when I really wanted him to push me down on the grass and fuck me senseless. I shook my head to get thoughts like that out of my head, and ran back inside the school to get my bag, and tell Alyssa I didn’t need a ride. I left a message at home, telling my over-protective parents where I would be. When I came back out, I didn’t see him, so I went over to his car, and waited.

I didn’t know much about cars, but I knew that a new Mustang was fairly expensive, and made a mental note to pretend to be impressed by it, as I leaned up against it. “Calm down. He’s straight. Don’t be gay,” I told myself, as I tried to remember the formulae for polyatomic ions. “For God’s sake, don’t stare at his crotch,” I chided myself with little success, as I saw him walking across the grass to the car.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked, as he unlocked the car with the key remote. I nodded, and got in, after he did. “You’ve got a really cool car,” I said, trying to leave no room for an awkward silence. If not his lover, I could at least be his friend, I decided.

“Thanks. My parents gave it to me for my birthday, this year,” Alex said, with another glittering smile, as he backed the car out.

“Cool,” I said, giving him a weak echo of his smile, as he sped out of the parking lot. My pep-talk to myself wasn’t working, as I cautiously watched him drive. Even the way the muscles in his arms moved as he steered was sexy.

“Thanks for helping me. I really appreciate it,” Alex said, as we came to a stoplight.

“It’s no problem,” I said, managing to sound a little more casual then I had before.

“So, are you and Alyssa an item?” he asked me, as we came to a stoplight.

“No, we’re just friends. I don’t have a girlfriend,” I said. I felt my face get a little hot, and I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t escape is deep, green eyes.

“Cool. I don’t either,” he said. I didn’t understand the signal I got from him then, and my eighteen year-old, hormone-addled brain was too confused to make a decision on what to say next. We didn’t say much for the rest of the way to his house. When his house came into view, it gave me something to look at to avoid him noticing I was staring at him.

We pulled into the garage, and went inside, to the kitchen. I noticed immediately that it was stark white, and completely clean. It even smelled like antiseptics, not at all like a family kitchen, as if it didn’t get cooked in very often. I was too busy watching Alex to find out the next move to notice a furry shape move quickly across the room. I didn’t notice, until it jumped up on me, and knocked me back into Alex. I felt him steady me, and I looked down to see a golden retriever, with his tail wagging.

“I’m so sorry. Get down, Sam!” Alex said. I didn’t really mind, as it brought Alex and me into close contact. The dog jumped down, but Alex’s hands lingered on my shoulders, before I carefully moved away. I petted the dog, as he realized I wasn’t an intruder, and as I realized he was a big pushover, and not really a ferocious predator. “Sorry, he does that, sometimes. He doesn’t bite,” Alex said, again.

“It’s okay. I’m used to big dogs,” I said, as I thought about my own dog. I watched covertly as Alex put the dog out in the backyard, and went over to the refrigerator. I swallowed as I noticed his perfect ass again, as he looked for something.

“Do you want something to drink?” he asked. “I have Coke and Sprite.”

“Sure. I’ll have a Sprite,” I said, as I let my eyes linger on him, knowing he couldn’t see me. He turned around and handed me the cold can. I took it gratefully. Close-up, he seemed bigger, and more defined, even with his shirt on.

“Come on, let’s go up to my room,” he said. I nodded, and followed. I was giddy on the inside to be invited up to his inner sanctum. I followed him through the immaculate living room, and up a few flights of stairs, to his room, which I guessed was all the way up in the attic. He opened the door, and I was sure of it, as I saw the vaulted ceiling, with rafters exposed. I was much more comfortable in his room, than in the other parts of the house.

It looked like someone actually lived here, and was just messy enough to be normal, but not a total pig sty. I saw an old couch opposite a TV, and the bed, desk, and door to the bathroom were on the other end. The red comforter was lying neatly on the bed.

“I won’t bite. I promise,” Alex said, with a grin, shaking me out of my reverie. While I was looking around from the door, he had already sat on the couch. I blushed, and sat down next to him.

“So… um, what do you need help with?” I asked, really trying hard not to sound nervous, before taking a sip of my soda. I pulled my chemistry book and a pencil out of my bag. He pulled his own book out, and pulled out a piece of paper.

“Well… I did the review. Can you look it over, for me?” he asked, also nursing his can of Coke.

“Sure,” I said, before taking it. I looked it over, and noticed that about half of his answers were right, and the rest were completely wrong. I erased them, quickly, and my heart fell when I saw him look embarrassed. I scooted a little closer to him, and put my book and his review on my lap, so he could see.

As I started explaining things, I was able to keep my eyes more under control, stealing glances only when he wrote something down. I noticed that he too scooted closer to me, and after a while, our legs touched, and he didn’t pull back. He started touching my hand when he talked, and I didn’t stop him. If this was how straight guys were friends, I defiantly wanted to be his friend. By the time we had finished our sodas, he seemed to be very close to me.

“Do you mind if I ask you a question that isn’t about chemistry?” he asked, as I was fixing one of his equations. I looked up.

“Sure,” I said, not expecting much of it.

“Well… You know how I asked if you were with that girl, and you said no?” he started. I nodded. “Well, do you have a… boyfriend?” he asked, quietly.

I was taken a little aback. Had he noticed that I was staring at him? What kind of question was that? “Um… no, I don’t,” I said, just as quietly.

“Well, are you… looking for one?” he asked, barely above a whisper.

I almost asked him to repeat himself. My heart wanted to shout yes, but my brain wouldn’t let it. Then I saw something in his eyes, something that told me it was okay. “Y-yes,” I said, nervously. Instantly, my brain reminded me that I had just told a straight jock that I was gay, and that was a bad thing to do. I swallowed. “I… I…,” I stammered, as I moved to stand up. I had to get away.

“Wait…,” he said, and put his hand on my chin. I turned back to him, just in time for his lips to press into mine. I felt my eyes get big, before I closed them, and kissed him back. “I’m looking, too,” he said, quietly, after the kiss was broken. He rubbed my forearm, tenderly. “God, I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he said, smiling. I smiled back at him.

“Me too,” I said, as I finally realized that this straight jock wasn’t so straight, and was in to me. He kissed me again softly. Our books fell away, as we kissed again, and again. He wrapped his arms around me, and slowly lowered me back on the couch, still kissing me, as we kicked off our shoes. I felt his tongue slip into my mouth, and I returned the favor, while exploring his back with my hands. “This is so hot,” I said, after what seemed like fifteen minutes of making out on his couch.

“Want it to get hotter?” Alex asked, with his eyes gleaming.

To Be Continued...

 

[montre65]

Re: Senior Year (Working Title)

very hot!!!

 

[Pyramus11]

Re: Senior Year (Working Title)

Thanks. I have about two more sections after this one, and I'm still writing... God, I wish I were one of these characters... I hope you like the first sex scene.

Part 2

“God yes,” I said, without hesitation. I wanted him more than I had wanted anything ever before. He grinned, and tugged off my t-shirt. The couch felt rough on my back, as I kissed him again, and slipped my hands under the hem of his shirt. I couldn’t believe that I was actually touching his cut six-pack, rather than just staring at it from afar. Quickly, I pulled his shirt over his head, and off of him, leaving us both just in our shorts. I felt him grinding his crotch into mine as we continued to make out, and the feeling of our bare chests touching was electric.

“You’re so cute,” Alex said, with a grin, between kisses.

“Well, you’re hot,” I said, blushing. I looked at his hot body, as he ran his hand along my slim chest. I wasn’t very defined at all, but I guess I could consider myself cute, if he said I was. My favorite feature of myself was my blue eyes, but I had so many favorite features of Alex’s body. His defined chest and abs were framed by just as defined arms and long legs. Above all, his auburn hair was just barely red, but enough to make it look exotic. That contrasted with his tan skin, which made me drool. I was still in denial that someone with a body like that was actually making out with me, at that point, and just hoped I wouldn’t wake up.

He got bolder, and I felt him rub my excited crotch through my shorts, causing me to thrust reflexively up into his. When he grinned again, I noticed the adorable dimples he had. I kissed him again, as I became more comfortable with him. Our bodies writhed together on the sofa, with tremendous heat, and I was in my seventh heaven between his old sofa and his lean, defined body.

He stood up, and pulled me with him. Before we could even get to the bed, I surged forward with lust, and started kissing down his neck, and chest. He even tasted good to me, as I explored his defined, but not too-bulky body. He moaned softly with pleasure, as he put his hands on my head, and played softly with my hair. After only a short exploration, I found myself at his bulging soccer shorts. Even with them still on, I could see his cock straining at his underwear. With nervous fingers, I slipped his shorts off revealing tight boxer-briefs, practically ripping apart with his arousal.

“God, what do you keep in there?” I asked, as I found myself on my knees, staring at his package. I couldn’t believe I was that close to actually touching his cock.

“Why don’t you find out?” he asked. He tried to sound confident, but I could tell he was just as nervous as I, at that point, and just as excited. We smiled at each other, as my knees dug into the carpet, and I slowly slipped my fingers under the waistband of his briefs, and pulled them off. We both gasped as his erection flopped out, and smacked his stomach.

Instinctively, I touched it softly. He moaned when I rubbed it slowly, and wrapped my hand around it. I was entranced by the sight and smell of him. It was even bigger than I had imagined in my many fantasies. It had to be longer than eight inches, and was pretty thick. I was intimidated when I realized that there was no way it could fit in any part of me, but I had to try.

I craned my neck out, and licked the head. He moaned again, and I discovered the taste of him, even more concentrated than what I had tasted earlier on him. It wasn’t dirty or repulsive at all; it was just masculine, and tasted like him. I don’t know how else to explain it. I couldn’t have stopped myself from wrapping my lips around it at that point if I tried.

“That feels nice,” he gasped, as I licked the head of his cock, inside my mouth. I looked up into his eyes, as I continued trying to swallow it. Shortly, I felt it hit the back of my throat, and I almost gagged, but I couldn’t do that either, my heart wouldn’t let me. I wanted to make him feel good, and somehow I just new to relax my throat, to let him in. I didn’t think of jeering homophobes calling people cocksucker, I thought of showing someone else I loved him, and at that moment, I couldn’t understand why anyone would call it a bad thing.

When the whole thing was finally in my mouth, I couldn’t believe it. As my nose pressed into his reddish pubes, my eyes got big, and I wondered how any beginner could do what I just did. That realization was enough to make me gag a little, and I pulled off of him slightly, to save myself from choking. I put my hands on his muscular, smooth thighs, and caressed him softly. I had taken his whole cock in my mouth, and all I could see, taste, smell, and feel was him. His hands were still in my hair, and I could tell from the look on his face that he was enjoying himself.

His eyes were screwed shut with pleasure, as I experimented with using my tongue and started sucking earnestly on his big cock. He gasped for breath, and I could feel him thrust shallowly into me. For a split second, I was worried that he might hurt me, but that vanished quickly, because I just knew that he wouldn’t. Then, I felt his hands move down to my shoulders.

Gently, he pushed me back, as he pulled out of my mouth. His green eyes fluttered open, and he smiled gently at me. I was confused, and hoped that I hadn’t done a bad job.

“That was amazing, but I want to do that to you, now,” he said. I blushed, but smiled that he wanted to make me feel good too, and my cock throbbed with anticipation inside my shorts. I stood up, and he kissed me deeply. I shared the flavor of his cock lingering in my mouth with him, and it spurred him on to kiss me even harder. I felt myself being maneuvered over to the bed, and he gently pushed me to sit down. Mimicking my earlier advances, he kissed down my neck and slim chest, all the way down to my shorts.

His eyes were very green, and they locked with my blue eyes as he mouthed my arousal through my shorts, causing me to moan at the touch, but I didn’t loose that eye contact. He smiled at my pleasure, and quickly pulled my shorts off of me, leaving my blue boxers, which left nothing to the imagination about my erection. I knew I wasn’t as big as he was, but he didn’t seem to care as he pulled my boxers off.

“Looks tasty,” he said, with a sexy smile. I smiled back at him, as he licked the tip. A wave of pleasure swept over my body at that first real touch. I saw and felt him wrap his hand around the base of my just over six-inch cock, which made me swallow hard. Slowly, he eased it into his mouth, and I was almost overwhelmed by the feeling of his tight, warm, and wet mouth wrapped around the head of my cock.

I tried to tell him he was doing a good job, but it only came out as a groan. I put my hands on his head and played with his alluring auburn hair softly, as he continued down. I looked down and saw that he had taken my entire shaft. He looked a little uncomfortable, but he was smiling around it. He came back off of it, and began lightly sucking and licking.

It only took a few minutes of that to bring me close to the edge. He seemed to sense that, and came off of me. My erection kept throbbing as he kissed me on the lips. I could still taste him, and now I could taste myself, in his mouth. All of my senses were focused on only one thing: sex. We made out, as we scooted back onto the bed, and he carefully made sure I was over the pillow, before lowering me down.

With only a little explanation, he turned around on top of me, so we could both reach each other’s throbbing cock. I had seen pictures of this on the internet, but I hadn’t ever thought I’d actually be able to do it with someone. I licked his cock head enthusiastically, as I felt him start sucking on mine. I had a little bit more challenge, with the changed angle of entry, but I managed to get the head and a few inches of the shaft in my mouth, and I was sucking with gusto, while my hand slowly stroked the rest of the shaft. He was basically mimicking my actions, but he seemed to be able to get more of my cock in his mouth.

The sensation of sucking him and being sucked by him was amazing. I felt amazingly comfortable under his warm body. He seemed to enjoy it as much as I did, from the way he was working on my cock. All of this attention was too much. He had already brought me to the edge a few minutes ago, so it didn’t take much to bring me back. I tried to tell him that I was about to come, but it was difficult with a mouth full of his thick cock. I thrust up into his mouth without meaning to, and quickly exploded into his mouth. He must have liked it, because I felt his whole body tense up, and his balls tighten before I felt a warm rush of his hot come flood my mouth. I had no option but to swallow, and managed to get most of it, but some leaked out of the corners of my mouth.

For a short while, we just laid there, like that, with our hearts racing after our first mutual orgasm. I was in stunned, blissful disbelief that I had just done that with such a hot guy. Slowly, he picked himself up, and turned around, so we were laying the same way, with him still on top of me. Slowly, he kissed me, as he licked his own come off my lips, and I tasted myself on his. I kissed him back, and wrapped my arms around his panting body.

“That was amazing,” he said, while looking into my eyes.

“Yeah… wow…,” was all I managed to say. I had always hoped sex would feel good, but it was incredible. Gently he rolled off of me, and laid down next to me, on the bed, on his side. We sat there for a few minutes, just continuing to explore each other with our hands. I smiled when I felt him playing absently with my deflated cock. “Why did you pick me?” I asked, as I looked at him curiously. “You could have anyone in the school, male or female.”

“I don’t want anyone else, especially female,” he said, with a small smile. “You’re smart, and funny, and hot,” he said. I blushed at the compliment.

“Really? You think I’m hot?” I asked, flattered that he called me hot.

“Scorching,” he said, before kissing me on the lips again. “You’ve got gorgeous eyes,” he said, after the kiss. I beamed, and kissed him back.

“How did you know I was gay? I mean, you had to have known, before you asked,” I said, as I ran my hands along his handsome torso.

“Well… you’re not a fem or anything, but I just knew… I thought I had seen you watching me a few times, because I was watching you back,” Alex said, which made me feel good about myself. “What made me sure was when I kicked that ball at you. I think a straight guy would have gotten a little madder,” he said. I laughed.

“I was too busy staring at your perfect chest and abs. Being sweaty and shirtless really made you look hot,” I said, while still touching him lightly. It was his turn to blush.

“I’m not perfect…,” he said, trying to be modest.

“Yes, you are,” I said, with a smile. We argued convivially for a few minutes, while we continued to kiss and touch each other lightly. I was getting over my disbelief a little, and became very comfortable with him. I didn’t think it would be that easy to talk with him.

“Do you want to do something else?” he asked, moving his attention back to my limp, but growing cock.

“That was pretty intense, but I’m up for anything you want to do,” I said. I was incredibly aroused by him, and would have done anything he asked me to, at that point.

“I want to fuck that cute little ass of yours,” he said, barely above a whisper, in my ear.

Être continué...

 

[ronboy]

Re: Senior Year (Working Title)

This is the beginning of something wonderful!

 

[Pyramus11]

Re: Senior Year (Working Title)

Now I guess I'll have to finish this story... It's nice to see other people get off on the same things I do. This scene is shorter, but I still like it.

Part 3

I swallowed, as I didn’t know if I could take his big cock in my ass, but I had always wanted to try, especially with him.

“Okay, stud,” I said, smiling nervously. He smiled back at me.

“Really?” he asked, seeming surprised that I said yes. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, cautiously.

“I want to try. It’s not every day a hot guy like you wants to do something like that,” I said, awkwardly. I reached out to grab his hand, and he smiled. I could see he was getting aroused, and so was I, despite my nervousness. He kissed me softly, and reached over me to get a container of Vaseline from beneath his bedside table, that he had apparently stored for his solo exercises.

He carefully positioned me, so I had my legs back over my chest, giving him access to my virgin ass. He got some Vaseline on his fingers, and carefully stuck one in my ass. I had never tried anything like that by myself, so I gasped at the intrusion. Slowly, he eased it all the way in. It was a little weird, but I adjusted to it. After he saw that I was comfortable, he added a second finger. Slowly, he finger fucked me. I groaned, with the mixed sensations I was getting from his ministrations. When he thought that I was fully lubed up, he pulled his fingers out, and covered his now-throbbing cock with the lube.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yeah. Be gentle,” I said, both nervous and curious about the upcoming experience.

“Sure. This is my first time, so if I do anything wrong, tell me,” he said, with a smile. I nodded, a bit surprised that a stud like Alex was a virgin, but happy that I was his first. He smiled again, as he positioned himself at my entrance. I felt pressure, and then he slipped inside me. His cock was a lot bigger than two fingers, and I took a sharp intake of breath when he entered me. The pain was probably less than if he had just rammed in without lube, but it hurt, a lot. It felt like I was going to split open. He must have seen the look of pain on my face, when he said, “I’m hurting you…,” he said, as if he was going to pull out.

“It’s okay… I’ll get used to you, just go slowly,” I said, not wanting it to end, even though it hurt. He nodded, and slowly resumed. With the head already in, it was easier, but it still hurt a lot. I wasn’t sure I really liked fucking, when his head grazed against my prostate as he buried himself all the way inside me. That little jolt of pleasure made me moan, and made him smile. Slowly, he pulled back slightly, and came back in for his first, shallow thrust. Some of the initial pain from his entry began to dissipate, but I still wasn’t comfortable. He sensed this, and reached down to stroke my waning erection. I moaned again, with his new attention.

I wrapped my legs around Alex’s strong body, in an effort to make myself more comfortable. He slowly began increasing the length of his thrusts, making me gasp with mixed feelings of pain and pleasure. As we got more involved, it became easier and easier for me. I could tell by the look of absolute pleasure on his face that he was enjoying the tight confines of my ass. The feeling of his blazing hot cock inside me was beyond incredible.

“Your tight ass is so amazing,” Alex groaned, as he started speeding up, when he sensed that I was more comfortable with him. Now that we were actually having sex, I didn’t even attempt to hide my appraising looks at his body. The more he claimed he wasn’t perfect, the more perfect he looked to me. His muscles were working together as he established a rhythm, and his skin had developed a sheen of sweat that matched mine, from the heat and physical exertion. He was the most beautiful, masculine thing I had ever seen.

“You are… amazing,” I said, as I really began to enjoy this. I couldn’t believe the noises and moans that were coming out of my throat; I had never done something this intimate, or let myself relax so much with another person. He wasn’t rough at all, and every move was loving and tender. Even with that, his thrusts were steady and powerful, and it felt so right to let him take control. Our eyes were locked: my blue against his green. We were locked like that for a long time, and time seemed to stop as he fucked me. It was very sensual, and even though we were both virgins, we seemed to be doing a pretty good job making each other feel good. All I could concentrate on was him. He took over all of my senses as he fucked me, and I could tell that he was just as enamored with me.

I got a new idea, and reached up to tweak one of his nipples. He moaned, with this new stimulation, and it spurred him to fuck me harder. We both had come just a few minutes ago, but since we were so horny and so eager, we were close again. He adjusted himself, so he was laying on top of me, but still inside me, and we resumed making out. We kissed frantically, like it was the last thing we would be able to do. He kept stroking my cock, as he thrust into me, and I explored his body with my hands. He stopped kissing me abruptly.

“I’m going to come!” he shouted, before slamming into me hard. Unconsciously, I gripped his cock with my ass, before he erupted with his white-hot love inside me. Overwhelmed with sensory input, I thrust up into his hand, and sprayed come all over our bodies. Panting, he kissed me, and slowly pulled out, before collapsing on top of me. “I love you,” he said, as we basked in the afterglow of our second orgasms. As young as we both were, we should have been scared of that “L”-word, but it just felt right to hear him say it.

“I love you, too,” I said, before kissing him softly. He kissed me back, before we fell asleep in each other’s arms. That was the most comfortable sleep I had ever had, beneath my gorgeous soccer boy. I liked that new distinction, and hoped it would be true. I didn’t want this to just be a one night stand.

Still... To be... continued....!

(I know... condoms... I'm not going to bother with them in my story, because it's my story, and I can save myself a few lines without them. It's not an endorsement either way.)

 

[Craiger]

Re: Senior Year (Working Title)

I apologize for any inaccuracies, plot holes, or other inconstancies, and I value constructive comments.

OMG, what ever is there to apologize for? You have done a great job in writing and conveying your feelings to us. It is not only erotic and sensual but filled with the tenderness of young love.

Thank you for sharing and I hope that you will continue with the story soon.

Craiger

 

[Pyramus11]

Re: Senior Year (Working Title)

Just covering my bases. I've written these first few scenes so many times, that sometimes stuff gets mis-translated while copying and pasting between them. I'm really glad you like it. The next part should be done soon. It's sort of done, but I'm not really happy with it, yet.

 

[happyepp]

Re: Senior Year (Working Title)

That was one HOT story. It really got me hard as a rock reading it. Cant wait for some more.

 

[harry113]

Re: Senior Year (Working Title)

Pyramus, this is one HOT, beautiful story, and so very tender
I am eagerly looking forward to the next chapter
Thank you

Harry

 

[Pyramus11]

Re: Senior Year (Working Title)

I might have just neglected to push the R key, also. Thanks for all of the comments, and it's a real motivation to write, besides doing it for therapeutic purposes. I almost lost this story, thanks to my USB FlashDrive, but Word saved a back-up.

I still have to write the next section, so if you have any tips or ideas for that section, or later on, I'm open to them, so just PM me.

Part 4

When I woke up, I was disorientated. I didn’t know where I was, or what had happened, but then I looked down, and saw Alex sleeping comfortably on top of me. I smiled widely, when I remembered what we had done together. I stroked his auburn hair, as I enjoyed just laying there with him. I was taken out of that, when I heard my cell phone ringing, where Alex had thrown my shorts. I looked at the clock, and realized it was after six, and my parents were home.

“Crap,” I muttered, as I carefully rolled Alex off of me, to avoid waking him. I got up, and retrieved my cell phone. The display said “Home,” so I flipped it open. My mother was on the other end, demanding to know where I was. “I’m at Alex’s house. I left a message… I’m helping him with chemistry,” I said. She didn’t know who Alex was, so I had to explain he was a “friend,” she calmed down a little, and I felt Alex come up behind me, and hug me.

“Ask if you can stay here, tonight,” he whispered in his ear. I smiled at him, as he kissed me on the cheek.

“Can I spend the night at his house?” I asked, hoping I wouldn’t have to make up a reason. She, of course, had to know why. “He’s really having trouble with this, and we have a lot to finish,” I said, as Alex gestured to a soccer ball, across the room. “He’s got a… soccer… game, tomorrow; he’s going to take me,” I guessed, almost laughing about how many ways he really would be “taking me.” I couldn’t believe I was talking to my mother while in the arms of a beautiful guy, and covered in both of our come. She finally acquiesced, after some convincing, and the order to ask his parents. I took the phone away from my head, and covered the microphone. “Is it okay with your parents?” I asked Alex.

“They’re not here. They’re in Colorado,” he said, as he squeezed me. I grinned. “They would say yes, if they were here,” he said making me feel better about lying.

“It’s fine with them,” I said. My mother said okay, and hung up. I closed the phone, and dropped it on Alex’s couch, before turning around in his arms. He smiled, and kissed me deeply, as I wrapped my arms around him.

“They won’t be back until Sunday night. I can think of a thousand things I want to do to you between now and then,” he said, with a dirty smile. “Good thing there’s an actual soccer game, too, incase she wants to check your story.”

“She probably will…,” I said, with a sigh. I enjoyed the look he gave me, as I cupped his butt. “You’ve got a nice ass,” I said, making him laugh, and hug me tighter.

“We’re covered in come… I think we need to go clean up,” Alex said, gesturing to the bathroom with his head. I smiled, at the idea of sharing a shower with him.

“That could be fun,” I said, as we walked together into his bathroom, with images of water washing over his lithe form already forming in my mind. It was small, but had all the necessities. The cool tile felt good on my feet, and was a marked contrast to Alex’s warm body, which now seemed like it was surgically attacked to mine. He set the water temperature, and we got in to the shower. The hot water beat down on us at a comfortable temperature, washing away sweat, semen and grime from our bodies. He soaped up my back, giving special attention to my ass, before he turned me around and lathered up my chest. “Is this what it’s like after soccer practice?” I asked, with a smile.

“I wish,” he said, matching my smile. I took the soap from him, and lathered up his wonderful body. Suds pooled at our feet, and washed into the drain. He wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me. I kissed him back, and we started making out, under the water. If we hadn’t come twice already, we probably would have tried again. He had about three inches and twenty pounds of muscle on me, and I was trying to figure out why he liked me, but I tried not to question it to much, for fear that I would find out that it was only a dream.

I continued to let my hands run all over his body, as we kissed, before suggesting that if we went any further, we’d just need another shower. He grinned, and shut the water off, as he sensed we were probably about as clean as we could get. We toweled off, while still playing with each other, and went back to his room to find our clothes. I almost suggested we just go naked, but I didn’t want to make him think I was a pervert, which was odd, considering the things we had already done.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, as he pulled his tight t-shirt back on. I noticed my hunger, and I wasn’t surprised because all of the exercise we just got.

“Yeah,” I said, walking over to him. Ever since he kissed me, I just couldn’t keep my hands off of him. I was addicted to being held by him, it seemed. He put his arm around my waist, and we walked down the stairs, through the immaculate, white living room, and into the immaculate, white kitchen.

“I can make frozen pizza, frozen pizza… or, hey here’s some… oh wait, more frozen pizza,” Alex said, as he looked in the freezer. I smiled at him.

“Fine by me,” I said, as he set the oven to pre-heat. I sat down at the kitchen table, while he looked for a pan. I smiled as I enjoyed the view of his cute butt again wrapped in his tight soccer shorts, as he bent down to look in the cabinet. When he found it, he set the pizza in it, and came over, and sat on my lap.

“Were you looking at my ass, again, hot lips?” he asked, playfully, with one arm around me, as he leaned against the table. I blushed, forgetting momentarily that I had done more than just look at it. My brain was still re-wiring itself from observation mode to close-contact mode.

“Yeah,” I admitted. He kissed me on the nose.

“I’ll have to paddle your cute butt, later,” he said, with a grin. The thought of that was mildly arousing. I’d let him fuck me already, so that seemed like small change. “On the other hand, I’ve stared at yours a lot, too.”

“Really?” I asked, just wanting to hear him say it again.

He smiled and turned so he was straddling me. “Yeah, it’s very fuckable,” he said, softly, before French kissing me, limiting my response so a muffled, “Mmph.” He draped his long arms over my shoulders and the back of the chair, and continued kissing me. It almost made me laugh to think that in all of the time I had spent with Alex, so far, we had kissed more than talked. We both jumped when the oven beeped, signaling that it was pre-heated. Alex jumped up, and put the pizza in, and I followed, as he looked for plates. My eye was drawn away from him, to a picture I saw on the wall.

At first I thought it was him, but the person had brown hair, rather than auburn, and looked a little older. I guessed that it was his brother, but my curiosity was now piqued. “Who’s this?” I asked. He turned around with two tumblers in his hands. He smiled at me, like I had said something dirty.

“My older, straight brother. He’s at law school. His name is Brian, and he has a fiancé,” Alex said, as he got closer to me. “Oh yeah, and he’s straight,” he said, again. “So stop undressing him with your eyes,” he said, a little forcefully, when I turned back to look at it again.

“I’m not!” I said, defensively. I thought I was in trouble, but he laughed, and hugged me, still holding the cups. “You little…,” I said, as he squeezed me. “Why would I do that, when I could undress you, right here, with my hands?” I asked. He seemed to think about that, and agreed with the look on his face.

“Yeah, I guess you could, but I’ve only been with you for a few hours. I can’t loose you to my brother, already,” Alex said, more quietly.

“So… you want the job? I mean it’s open, if you want it,” I said, remembering the question that had started this all.

“Job?” he asked, not seeming to remember.

“Well… I don’t have a boyfriend, and that was a pretty… stunning audition,” I said, somewhat awkwardly.

“Hell yeah, I want it, if you’re willing to put up with a dumb jock like me,” he said, hopefully.

“I can deal with that, if you can deal with a lame bookworm like me,” I said. He smiled, and squeezed me. I kissed him hard on the lips, as he spun me around. Sure the sex was mind-bogglingly amazing, but hearing him say that he wanted to us to be a couple was the best thing I had ever heard. The look on his face told me that he was just as happy. We stayed like that for a while, before we moved to get plates, and to wait for the pizza.

When it was done, Alex took it out, and sliced it for us. We ate quietly, while blatantly checking each other out, and as I rubbed his slightly fuzzy calves with my bare feet. We hadn’t bothered to put our shoes back on, after that afternoon’s bedroom escapades. The pizza tasted like corrugated cardboard, but I was happy just to be with him. As I waited for him to finish, I felt him feel up the inside of my leg until he was lightly probing my crotch. When he saw me lean back and blush at his attention, he gave me a sexy, teasing grin.

It was then that I realized that I loved him more than anything, or I was a complete and total pervert, from the way I knew I was looking at him. He finished his last bite of pizza, and smiled at me again, and I almost melted with the combined firepower of his bright smile, deep green eyes, and his dimples. He seemed to somehow feed off of my looks, and I could tell he enjoyed being watched. After a few more pleasant moments of just sitting, we got up, and put our dishes in the dishwasher.

I wasn’t exactly surprised when he pushed me up against the stainless-steel refrigerator, and practically attacked me with kisses. There was no possible way I could still be horny after all of the things we had done, but it was hard not to be, around him. He seemed to like it when I squeezed his ass. This time it only lasted a few minutes.

“Let’s go outside,” he said, as he pulled me by the wrists over to the sliding glass door. I couldn’t very well say no to him, so I followed. We went out on the deck, and I looked around. I would have still loved him if he were dirt poor, but, boy, I bagged myself a rich one. He had an in-ground pool, and hot tub, and the yard and house were both big and well-maintained. I could see a soccer goal was set up at one end.

While I was busy admiring the back yard, I wasn’t paying attention to the dog, who again ran up on the patio and jumped up on me, leaving dirty paw prints on my shirt. As I fell back against Alex again, I thought wryly that since I was a card-carrying gay guy, I’d probably have to care about my clothes a little more, now. Alex shouted at the dog, and he jumped off. This time, he didn’t just let his hands linger on my shoulder; he practically groped me as he made a show of brushing the dirt off me. I bent down to pet the dog, who was wagging his tail wildly, while Alex looked for something in a chest on the patio. He came up with a soccer ball, which he threw over to me. I studied it like it was some sort of alien device that might suddenly explode in my face.

“I need to practice for tomorrow, let’s go play,” he said, as he smiled to me. That came as a surprise. I hadn’t played a sport since elementary school, coincidentally it was soccer, but even with that inkling of knowledge, I knew I wasn’t good enough to even practice with this shining, athletic god. I had always wanted to be athletic, but school took over fairly early, so I just let it slip away from me. He saw the non-committal look on my face, rolled his eyes, and grabbed my hand again. “Come on,” he said, with a laugh, as we ran over to the soccer goal.

“I’m not very good,” I said, as I tossed the ball to him.

“You’re perfect,” he said, still smiling. He had me stand in front of the goal. “Your job is to keep this,” he said with his foot on the ball, “Out of that,” he said, while pointing to the goal. I nodded, and rolled my eyes a little. I knew that much. He grinned, and gave the ball a swift kick, which sent it sailing into the goal, right past my grasping fingers. “It’s okay, you’re just warming up,” he said. I blushed, and threw him the ball.

It went on like that for a while, before he suggested we switch places. I was losing badly, but I felt that he was actually trying to hold back to make me seem better, which either meant he wasn’t doing a good job with that, or I was the worst person to ever have been made a goalie.

“Just kick the ball with the side of your-,” he started, but I cut him off by doing just that. That was the one thing I had remembered from soccer. The side of your foot offers more control. He grinned when it sailed into the net. He probably could have stopped it, but my heart jumped when I scored a point on him. After a few more goals, he pulled his shirt off, in attempt to distract me. It sort of worked, but I still managed to a score a few more times than he expected.

“I thought you said you weren’t very good,” he said. I grinned at him.

“I’m not.” I said.

“Then I’m glad I’m a striker, not a goalie,” he said. I laughed and was about to kick the ball again, but he ran over, and tackled me. We laughed as we rolled in the grass, before he managed to pin me in the soft, well-manicured lawn.

“I’m pretty sure even the goalie can’t do that,” I said, struggling a little, beneath his sweaty body. He nuzzled my neck, and smiled at me.

“What are you going to do, give me a red card?” he asked, as I stopped trying to get up, and enjoyed his protective form resting on me.

“Maybe…,” I said, not knowing what that meant. “Maybe I’ll give you a blue card,” I said, hoping that was a card.

“That’s not a card,” he said. I figured it wasn’t, but I figured he’d like being kissed just as much as talking about soccer, so I did just that. “So, I tackle you, and get kissed? Sweet,” he said. I just smiled. I’d wanted him to tackle me for a long time. We laid together for a little while, quietly cuddling. I had basically been smiling since he kissed me for the first time. I couldn’t think of anything that made me unhappy when I was with him. Alex was the ultimate drug. “You know, you’re a lot faster than you look. Why don’t you play sports?” Alex asked, after a while.

“I don’t know… I guess I’m afraid of embarrassing myself, or staring at a straight jock, and getting the crap beaten out of me,” I said. Something about him really was like a drug. I wouldn’t have ever spoken that openly with anyone else.

“That’d be bad. ‘Cause then I’d have to go break him,” Alex said.

“You’d break someone for me?” I asked, with a smirk. I guess an added benefit of having a jock for a boyfriend was getting a free bodyguard.

“Sure. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you,” he said, softly. “I’m not ever going to hurt you, either.” From the look on his face, I could tell that he was completely sure of both of those things. I couldn’t physically protect him, but I wouldn’t ever hurt him either.

“I won’t ever hurt you, either, and no one’s going to mess with my boyfriend on my watch,” I said with the same conviction. We both smiled at that first use of the word boyfriend.

“I know,” he said, softly, as he caressed my cheek with the back of his hand. Slowly, he stood up, and pulled me up with him. He squeezed me very possessively, as if something would swoop down out of the sky, and steal me from him. I hugged him back, and realized how lucky I was, if this was for real. The sun was beginning to go down, and it was taking the temperature with it. A breeze whipped through the yard, rattling the leaves in the branches above us, and making the pool ripple.

I buried my face in his shoulder, enjoying his comforting embrace, and the tangy scent I now associated just with him. I honestly don’t know how long we were like that, but I do know the only reason I let him go was knowing that he would still be there when I did. He smiled at me, grabbed his shirt off of the ground, and took my hand again, as we went back inside.

When we got back to his room, he shut the door, but I didn’t know what to do next, so I bent down to pick up our chemistry books. I frowned when I saw some bent pages. There were really only two things I loved: hot guys, now only Alex, and books. I was about to set them on the end table, and felt Alex come up behind me, again. He grabbed me by the waist, and pulled me on top of him, as he flounced down on the couch.

“You know, I’m not very good at math, either, so you can help me with that, too,” he suggested. I laughed. Math was not my forte, either.

“Yeah… I’m not good at math, either. What about English, History, Français?” I asked, as I got comfortable lying with him.

“Whatever it takes to keep your parents off of our backs,” he said, while stroking my light-brown hair. It really wouldn’t be too hard, if I kept giving my mom excuses, but I’d have to tell my parents eventually. I pushed that thought out of my head, because the only thing that mattered right then was Alex. “So… did you like getting fucked?” he asked, suddenly.

“Well… yeah,” I said.

“It looked like I hurt you,” he said with a detectable twinge of guilt on his voice.

“Only at first, then it felt really good,” I said, wondering where he was going with this line of questions.

“If I asked you to, would you fuck me?” he asked, softly, and curiously.

“Yeah, if that’s what you want,” I said, wanting him to feel comfortable. Really, I was nervous of switching places with him. I had a smaller cock than he did, and I was afraid he wouldn’t like it, or I’d do something wrong. When he heard me say yes, he beamed.

“Well… I’d like to try that,” he said, as he started caressing me, through my shirt.

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Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more...

 

[Craiger]

Re: Senior Year (Working Title)

I sure wish my senior year had played out like this, Pyramus. You write with so much ease, is any of this factual? lol

Really looking forward to the next chapter.

Craiger

 

[Pyramus11]

Re: Senior Year (Working Title)

I wish it were. I'd love to be either one of them right now, but mostly "I." I was in band, and there was a really hot soccer player I lusted over for four years, but beyond that, it's fiction.

 

[Pyramus11]

Re: Senior Year (Working Title)

You make me blush.

Part 5

I looked back at him, a little surprised. I was both nervous and aroused by the very idea of fucking him. From the looks he had on his face when he was doing it to me, I knew it had to feel good, but at the same time, it felt weird to be taking control of the situation. I knew I wanted to at least try. I kissed him deeply, as we scrambled up to our feet, and started pulling our clothes off as we moved back over to the bed. By the time he pulled the comforter aside, and flounced down on the bed, I was rock hard. He smiled when he saw my cock throbbing, and reached over to grab it. I moaned, at his touch, making him smile even wider.

“Have I told you that you’re the hottest hunk on the whole planet?” I asked him, as he put himself in a position similar to what I had, earlier. His entire body seemed to blush, but he smiled at me anyway. I picked up the container of lube that had fallen off the bed, and got up with him. I fiddled nervously with the container, and managed to open it, and get some on my shaking fingers. I willed myself to calm down, as I gently probed around his entrance with a singled lubed digit. I saw his mouth make an “O” shape, as I entered him.

Slowly, I probed inside him, as he got used to the sensation. Soon, I added a second finger, and slowly eased him open. He groaned softly, and seeing him on his back, enjoying the sensations I was causing him was a major turn-on for me. I slowly finger fucked him, while gently jacking myself off. When it became easy, I decided he was about as ready as I could get him. I licked my lips, as I looked as his ass, a view a never thought I’d have, not realizing what else I could have done with my tongue then.

“Stop, I’ve got a better idea,” Alex said, as I was about to lube my cock up. He also licked his lips, I slowly sidled up to straddle his chest. “Mmm…,” he said, as he wrapped his lips around the head of my cock. I moaned, as he licked my whole shaft, to get me ready for him. “Much better than Vaseline,” he said, with a wicked smile. I threw my head back and moaned, at his attentions. He reached up, and stuck his index finger in my mouth, which was hanging open.

Almost reflexively, my lips closed around it, and I enjoyed the sensations he was giving me. After a few minutes, he suddenly released my cock, and removed his finger. I got off of his chest, and moved back behind him, as he pulled his legs up. It was hard to believe I was about to fuck him, because I’d never really thought about not being on the receiving end before.

“Fuck me,” he said, softly. I nodded, and set aside my misguided anxiety, and positioned myself to enter him. I pushed against him, felt a little resistance, and then I was inside him. He gasped out with what I knew was probably pain, and I reached over to grab his hand. I squeezed it, to make him feel more comfortable. When it looked like he was more comfortable, I slowly pushed into him. His tight ass was amazing, wrapped around my cock. “I think I kinda like this,” he said, when I was buried inside him.

“I think I kinda do, to,” I said, with a smile. He winced a little as I pulled out, and came back for the first thrust, but he moaned when my cock grazed his prostate ever so slightly. He wrapped his legs around me, and I grunted with pleasure as I unconsciously increased the speed of my thrusts. He was gripping the sheets, and his eyes were jammed closed. I missed his green gaze, but I couldn’t complain about his tight ass.

“Fuck…,” he moaned, as I did just that. “I see why you like this.” I grinned, very pleased with myself that he was enjoying himself. I started fucking him harder, when he looked like he was at ease. He didn’t seem to have any problems, and he hadn’t complained at all. “You’re a stud,” he said, as we developed a rhythm. He thrust back against me, and I groaned. I would have to try that, next time.

He seemed to remember what I had done when he was in my position, and squeezed his ass. It was already tight, but the added pressure was amazing. I was fucking him harder and faster than I knew I was able to. We continued like that for a few more minutes, before I came close. He had brought me pretty for already with the prepwork, and my teen body couldn’t hold back. I grabbed his cock, and furiously started stroking it, as I felt myself tense up.

“God, I’m going to come!” I shouted, before I slammed into him. He groaned, as I exploded inside him. “Fuck…,” I groaned, as I pulled out of him. I leaned up against the wall, panting. “Wow…,” was all I could say. He was panting too, but I could see that he hadn’t come yet.

“Man… that was intense,” he said. I crawled back to him, and started jacking him off, again. “Wait… I don’t want to come that way-,” he started.

“Yeah, there’s no way you’re not fucking me again, before we go to bed,” I said, a little surprised at my own brazenness, but fully sure of myself. He grinned widely, quickly added some of the lube to his own pre-come, and had me lay on my side. I felt him quickly lube up my ass with his fingers, and I could feel his eagerness to climax radiating off of him.

“You’re the best, David,” he whispered, as he got behind me, and wrapped his arms around me, and slipped the head of his cock inside me. I moaned out. There was pain, but it wasn’t as bad as the first time. I could feel all of his muscles pressing up against me, in this new position. He twisted, and I looked back, as he stuck his tongue down my throat. I moaned at both of his intrusions, and sucked on his tongue. “This is fucking amazing,” he groaned, as he fucked me slowly.

I kissed him constantly, as his hands lazily rubbed mine. I didn’t even get a chance to really go soft, before he started fucking me. Instantly, beyond my belief, I felt myself coming back to life. He clearly wasn’t in any hurry to end it, so he kept fucking my slowly, and sensually, as we made love. It felt so good to have him wrapped so completely around me. My eyes were only half open, as I writhed slowly with him, and enjoyed the power he had over me.

I was starting to realize how desperately we both needed each other, even more than oxygen. He started kissing me harder, and was fucking me about as hard with his tongue as with his cock. He picked me up in his strong arms, and turned me over, on my stomach. I lifted myself up, and forced us into the doggy-style position. His thrusts got harder, and more frantic, and it became hard for him to keep kissing me. His eyes rolled back into his head, as he thrust as hard as he could into me.

I cried out when I felt him blast his load inside me, and I came again, without even being touched, into the sheets. It wasn’t huge, but it felt incredible, even after just having done it a few minutes earlier. I never wanted to go home to my own bed, after that. His solid body collapsed on top of me, and we fell to the bed with a bounce.

“You never get to go home,” he said, in an eerie echo of my own thoughts.

“They’ll have to drag me kicking and screaming,” I said, airily. For a few minutes, we just lay there. I shuddered when he licked my ear. We rolled back to that very comfortable spooning position, and made out lazily for a while. “I love you, so much,” I said, as I looked into his sparkling green eyes.

“So do I,” he said. He squeezed me, before reaching over to turn the lamp off, and pulling the comforter up over us. He kept caressing me, and whispering sweet nothings in my ear. I smiled when I thought about how Alex had gone in my mind to unapproachable, sexy jock, to fuckable, sexy teddy bear. It didn’t take me long to drift off to sleep, in his warm embrace, and I dreamed about all of the things we could do to each other the next day.

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And then there were.... several more parts...

What will happen at the soccer game?

 

[harry113]

Re: Senior Year (Working Title)

Thanks Pyramus
This is a beautiful & very erotic story

Harry

 

[Craiger]

Re: Senior Year (Working Title)

This is really turning into a juicy, erotic, and just plain HOT story. Can't wait to hear about the soccer game.

Craiger

 

[Pyramus11]

Re: Senior Year (Working Title)

The game itself is short. You'll like what happens after.

Part VI

When I woke up the next morning, we were still in that position. He was wrapped around me tightly, and I could tell he was still asleep, by the noises he was making. It wasn’t quite snoring, but little murmurs of happiness and pleasure. He was very warm, and it was enough for me to not even try to wake him. I realized that his semi-hard dick was resting between my ass cheeks, and almost giggled. I thought the previous night could have been a dream, but the proof had his strong arms and legs wrapped around me. Had I really fucked that stud, before ordering him to return the favor? I think I had.

Again, I drifted back to sleep in his warm embrace. I wasn’t really one to just jump out of bed, but with him there I had even less reason to leave the safety of his bed. When I awoke again, I heard the shower running, and immediately noticed that he wasn’t in bed with me. He had wrapped me in the blanket, and must have been careful not to wake me.

I sat up, and rubbed my eyes. Thankfully, his room was in the attic so it was still pretty warm in there, even so early in the day. I rubbed my eyes, and smiled at the room. Everything seemed like it was in high definition. The sun beamed in through the blinds, and I could hear birds chirping outside. I heard the shower stop, in the other room, and after a few minutes, Alex came out, while drying his hair with a towel. I got up, still naked, and walked over to him.

“Good morning, handsome,” he said, before giving me a peck on the cheek. I beamed at him.

“Good morning,” I said.

“Towels and stuff are in there. There’s an extra toothbrush in the drawer,” he said. I nodded, and turned to walk into the bathroom. He gave me a playful slap on the ass before I closed the door. My euphoria combined with me not really being a morning person kept me from making any sort of meaningful response. I quickly showered, and did all of my morning things, and went back out with him. The warm shower defiantly woke me up to at least half-capacity. He had already pulled on his soccer uniform, while I was toweling off. “I put some clothes you can borrow on the bed,” he said, as he watched me. I smiled at the somewhat hungry look he gave me, as I went to get the clothes. “They should fit you.”

I found a pair of tight-looking black bikini briefs sitting on top of a folded soccer t-shirt and athletic shorts. I smiled, and held up the underwear to him. “I want to see you in these, sometime,” I said, as I pulled it on.

“Well, I wanted to see you in them,” he said, with a grin. “Very nice,” he commented. I smiled coyly, and pulled the rest of his clothes on. They did fit, and I thought I recognized the shirt from our Freshmen year. “You’re clothes make me feel sexy,” I commented. It was incredibly arousing to wear clothes I knew his body had been in at one point, especially the underwear.

“You are sexy,” he said, before kissing me. I laughed when I noticed his uniform number.

“Number 69? I didn’t see that coming,” I said, sarcastically.

“I’m a horny guy, what can I say?” he said, before pulling me closer to him. “I want to do so many things to you, after the game,” he said, quietly, as he squeezed my ass. I grinned, and looked down for my shoes. I saw them over by the couch. Reluctantly, I let go of him, and retrieved them along with my socks. Fully dressed, we headed down the stairs. I persuaded him to let me carry his bag, and he walked with his arm around me. “We can get some fast food, unless you want cold cereal,” he said, as we walked into the kitchen.

“Whatever you want,” I said. He opened the door to the garage.

“Fast food it is.” We got into his Mustang, and sped down the road. He stopped and bought us both breakfast from a greasy fast food drive-through. “So, umm… do your parents know that you’re... gay?” he asked, after a bite.

“No… I don’t know how they’d take it. I mean, you heard my mother on the phone. She wants me to get a degree, and then go to law school or medical school, so I can put her in a nice home, after giving here three or four grandchildren. Being gay doesn’t fit into her plan. I’m not sure what my dad would think,” I said, sighing. “What about you?”

“They don’t know, either. I think they’ll be okay with it, as long as Brian gives them some grandkids. I think they wanted the same thing your parents do, but I’m the younger one, so I can get away with being Gay,” he said, empathetically.

“How… when are we going to tell people?” I asked, quietly.

“I don’t know…,” he said, simply, as we drove into the school lot. We finished eating quickly, and he leaned over the console to kiss me. “Meet me in the locker room, after the game,” he said, with a smile. “Oh yeah, don’t sit in the center set of bleachers; that’s where the girlfriends sit, and… just don’t sit there,” he said, with a wink. We got out, and I headed over to the stands as he went to the locker room.

“Wow…,” I said quietly, as I watched him leave. I looked to see only a few people were already there. I picked a seat at the top of one of the bleachers on the end, and waited. People slowly filtered in, and took seats, as the soccer team warmed up at the end of the field closest to me. I watched Alex cautiously, not so he wouldn’t see me, but so other people wouldn’t see me staring.

“Hi, I didn’t know you liked soccer,” I heard I feminine voice say. I turned my head quickly to see a girl I recognized from band. Another one was sitting in front of me. I sighed to myself.

“Yeah, I do,” I said. At least I liked the players. I really wished they would move, but they didn’t.

“Are you and Alex friends?” she asked. Crap, they had seen me come in with him.

“Yeah, we’re pretty… close,” I said, somewhat cryptically. She nodded, and kept talking to me, about him, band, and some useless girl stuff. Girls had flirted with me in the past, so I was used to being polite, but distant. I was relieved when the game started, so she started watching the game, and not me.

“That Alex Rhodam is pretty hot,” the other girl said, before turning around to look at her friend,

“Yeah. I think he’s single,” she responded, with a giggle. I smiled.

“No, I think he’s seeing someone,” I said. They frowned, and went back to watching him. I wanted to tell them and everyone else at the game that he’d fucked me twice already, but I thought that might be at least a minor faux-pas. I let my gaze settle on Alex, as he played. He really was very good, and only a few minutes into the game he managed to score. I cheered with the rest of the home side.

Normally, like I did at football games with band, I would have been watching all of the other athletes, and some of the fans, too, but my attention was completely focused on Alex. He was incredibly fast and graceful, and I was almost in awe of his beauty. He scored both of the rest of his team’s goals for the game, and no one else from our school or the other team scored. When the game ended, the crowd cheered, high-fived, and quickly left.

I waited until all of the players had come back up from the locker room, and Alex’s car was left alone in the parking lot. I ran cautiously to the locker room door on the side of the school. It led to a flight of concrete steps to the subterranean inner-sanctum of the jocks. With an idea of what was going to happen, I threw the deadbolt on the door, and descended cautiously. I found Alex laying on one of the benches in the square room. Lockers ringed three sides, with a break for the coach’s office, which was empty, opposite the stairs. The shower was big and open, and was directly opposite where he was. I could see passages leading to the other parts of the locker room, but had no desire to find out where they went. I sat down next to his feet.

“You were amazing out there,” I said, beaming. I pulled off his cleats, and massaged his feet through his long soccer socks. He sat up, and slid over to me.

“I’m really, really glad you came,” he said, as he put his arm around my shoulder. I could see the bulge in his shorts, and I knew he meant it. I could almost taste the sweat that was still dripping off his face. I kissed him deeply, and ran my fingers through his sweaty hair. He kissed me back fiercely. I pulled his jersey off, and revealed his stunning chest gleaming with sweat.

“You are really hot, you know that?” I said, as I ran my hands over him. He smiled, and resumed his assault on my mouth. I took a little more control, and kissed down his neck, and onto his chest. He flexed his arms for me, making me smile. I got a new idea, and leaned over to lick his arm pit. He moaned, as I explored that part of him. For some reason, the smell of him drove me wild, and I continued for a while. When I was ready for bigger and better things, I moved down his cut body, to the bulge in his pants.

“I’ve always wanted to do this, here,” he said, as he looked down on me. I got off of the bench, and kneeled between his legs. I grinned wickedly, and began pulling off his socks, rather than his shorts. I found his shin guards to be inexplicably kinky, and pulled them off, further revealing his fuzzy legs. No longer nervous, I reached up, and pulled his shorts off, revealing a sexy, red jockstrap.

“Not exactly standard-issue,” I said, wryly. He grinned.

“I thought you’d get a kick out of it,” he said.

I smiled, and focused on the impressive bulge barely contained by his jock. Although it was sexy, it was in my way, so I quickly pulled it off. His cock slapped up against his washboard abs, and I quickly began swallowing it. Like before, it seemed to go down easy. I wasn’t really trying to make him come; I just wanted to get him ready for something more exciting. He seemed to like it none the less, and I felt his strong hands on my head, gently urging me to keep going.

I pulled off of him, slowly. “I’ve got to have you,” I said, before pulling off my shirt, shoes, and shorts. He grinned, and grabbed my excited crotch. I moaned softly, as he slipped his thumbs into my borrowed bikini briefs, and slowly teased them off. He leaned out, and licked the tip of my cock, making me forget momentarily about having him fuck me, and come closer. He sucked gently, as he eased a finger into my ass. I moaned loudly as I was so aroused by what he was doing and where we were doing it.

After a short while, he stopped, and put me down in the doggy-style position, leaning on the low bench. I expected to feel a finger to lube me up, but instead something slippery eased its way inside me. It felt really weird to have him tongue-fucking me, but it was still wonderful. He continued rimming me for a few minutes, while adding fingers to the mix. He was driving me out of my mind with both pleasure and the anticipation of more pleasure.

“Are you ready for me?” he asked, as he got up behind me. I could feel the head of his cock throbbing at my entrance.

“You bet,” I said, and wiggled my butt a little for effect. He put his hands on my hips, and slid inside me. The rim job I got made things go incredibly smoothly, and he was all the way inside me within seconds. The feeling of being filled so completely was amazing. He didn’t waste any time before pulling back out for his first thrust. The pain was minimal this time, and all I could focus on was the pleasure. He used one of his hands to start jerking me off, and I moaned again with pleasure.

“You’re so tight…,” he groaned, as he started getting faster. This time around he was a lot more powerful, and seemed to be wound up from the soccer game he had just single-handedly won. He was slamming into my prostate with gusto, and I was just in one long, constant moan. I missed being able to kiss him, but it was still incredible. After a few minutes, he bent over me, and started licking as kissing my upper back, neck, and shoulders, while still jacking me off.

“You are such a stud,” I gasped, as I started thrusting back against him. We quickly clicked into a rhythm. He slipped his other arm under me, and I could feel him hold be close. Every move he made sent me closer and closer to the edge. “Fuck…,” I groaned. Among other things, he just oozed testosterone.

“Fuck… I’m so close…,” Alex said, as he pounded harder than he had before. I could hear his balls slapping wildly against my ass, as he probed around my ear with his tongue. “I’m going to come inside you,” he said, in my ear.

“Alex!” I cried, as he slammed into me, and I felt him spray his hot load inside me. I squeezed my ass, and milked him completely dry, as I felt myself loose control. I sprayed all over the concrete floor. He was still inside me, as he rested up against me and the bench, while still panting. “Wow… I’m defiantly coming to your next game,” I said.

“You’re amazing, David,” Alex whispered in my ear, before he pulled out of me. He pulled me up, as he stood up. We walked into the shower, while kissing. I was in a daze as he turned on the water. We were again making out under the water, and he pushed me against the tiled wall of the shower.

We didn’t really talk as we showered; we just kissed, and cuddled in the water. We moved quickly, in case someone was to come down and find us. After we toweled off, we got dressed. I stole Alex’s jockstrap, and put it on, before he could say anything.

“I guess you did want to see me in this,” Alex said, as he found the bikini briefs he had lent me. He slipped them on, and I grinned. They left very little to the imagination, with his endowment. I pulled on the rest of my borrowed clothes, as he dug a clean shirt and shorts matching mine out of his duffel bag.

“I’ve never worn a jock before,” I said. “It’s really comfortable.” He grinned at me, and hugged me.

“If you like it, you can have it,” he told me. I smiled.

“Thanks,” I said, as he stuffed his cleats in his bag, and pulled out a pair of flip-flops. Now dressed, we hurried out of the locker room, back up to the light of the outside. I checked my watch, and it was after noon, already. “So, want to go back, and finish that review?” I asked him.

-=-

There's another part, off the starboard bow!

 

[Pyramus11]

Re: Senior Year (Working Title)

Fine by me. Although, I don't sit so much as sprawl out on the couch with my laptop. You have to be comfortable to write like this. The next installment will hopefully be up tomorrow.

 

[Pyramus11]

Re: Senior Year (Working Title)

The next installment will be up tommorrow. (I guess it's properly "Today", now.) Sorry.

 

[Craiger]

Re: Senior Year (Working Title)

I think we are going to see some sparks and rockets going off instead of "review". And how appropriate can that be on the 4th of July...

I think someone needs to show this to their creative writing instructor. They would probably get an A+...

Craiger

 

[Pyramus11]

Re: Senior Year (Working Title)

Sorry for the wait. This is kind of a segway, but I think the setting's good for the fourth. There's still seven minutes left of it, for me.

Part VII

“Sure,” he said, knowing that we probably wouldn’t get very far before falling to the temptation of each other. He looked around, before putting his arm around my waist, and we walked slowly to his car. There was a light breeze that blew through the oak trees surrounding the soccer field, and it felt good against my skin. I looked up into Alex’s eyes as we walked. “You’ve got really pretty eyes,” he said, making me smile.

“So do you. I like your hair, too, among other things,” I said, with my hand on his butt. “Nice tan, sexy red hair, muscles in all the right places… dimples,” I listed, absently. “Damn, I’ve got a hot boyfriend,” I re-stated, with a smile, as we got to the car. I loved throwing that word around.

“You’re not so bad, yourself,” Alex said, before kissing me on the cheek. He unlocked his car, and threw his bag in the backseat. I got in on the other side, and he backed out of the spot. “So, do you drive?” he asked, as he pulled out of the lot.

“I have my license, but I don’t have a car, or drive much. I really don’t like driving,” I said, noncommittally. He smiled empathetically, and we kept driving. I was both in love and in lust with him, and I was envious of his body. “I wish I had a body like yours,” I said, with a sigh. He smiled at me.

“You’re hot already. I wish I had a GPA like yours,” Alex said. “But… if you want to workout with me, I’d let you.”

“That’s sweet, but I don’t want to get in your way,” I said, knowing how annoying I could sometimes be. He just kept smiling.

“You won’t,” he said.

“Okay,” I said, with a big smile. I loved the idea of spending more time with him, and if I could bulk up a little bit, that would be great. I also knew we’d probably end up making out just as much as working out. He put an arm around me, when we got into his neighborhood.

“You know, I’ve heard you when you’re chewing people out in Band. You’re fierce. I’d hate to be on your bad side,” he said.

“So would I,” I said, making him laugh. “But, you’re too hot to be on my bad side,” I told him. “Have you ever seen me make a hot guy run a lap or do a push-up?”

“No, I guess not…,” he said, after thinking about it.

“Well, I did a few times, just to see them get sweatier,” I admitted, as we pulled into his garage. He turned the car off, and looked at me.

“Wow, you’re gay,” he said, simply. We looked at each other for a full minute, before we burst out in laughter. He reached over, and kissed me. “I guess we should go inside… and finish that review…,” he said, not really wanting to stop kissing me.

“Yeah…,” I said. After a few minutes of not listening to ourselves, we got out of the car. He suggested we do our chemistry out by the pool, so we ran up to grab our books, and went outside. There was a comfortable-looking hammock set up under one of the trees, and he led me by the hand to it. Once we were comfortably settled in it, I took his review, and resumed fixing it.

“I’m going to have to thank Mr. Johnson,” I said, after fixing a particularly grievous mistake.

“Why?”

“I’d never have gotten in your pants, if he were a better teacher,” I said, wryly.

“I’d have found another way,” he said, as he played with my hair softly, as he watched me work on his paper. I felt him reach into my shorts pocket, and fish out my cell phone. When I was about to ask what he was doing, he said, “You don’t even have my phone number.” He started typing in his number, in the address book. “So… tell me about your family,” he said.

“Well… my dad’s a software engineer, and my mom is a nurse. My grandma lives with us, and so do my brother and sister. They’re sophomores,” I said. “What about yours?”

“My dad’s a vice-president at a big company, and my mom is the district attorney,” Alex said, with what I could tell was boredom in his voice. He put my phone back in my pocket. “There, you’ve got my house and cell,” he said, before handing me his. I quickly returned the favor, and gave it back. “Have I seen your siblings before?”

I brushed off eraser crumbs, and worked on a combustion reaction in the best version of Alex’s messy handwriting that I could manage. “Probably. They’re twins, and both in track.”

“Oh,” he said, with a hint of recognition on his face.

“Okay… I’ve got a question. Was I the first person you’ve ever kissed?” I asked, with a coy grin.

“Not exactly… There was a girl named Cindy… we kissed a few times Freshmen year…,” he said. I guess I must have made a face, because he quickly backtracked. “It didn’t really count. She was the one kissing me. I already knew I wanted you, not her,” he said. “You were the first with tongue,” he said, making me grin. He kissed me playfully to emphasize his point. “So besides not keeping your hands off me, what do you do for fun?” he asked.

I was enjoying our little question and answer session. I was glad that he wanted to get to know me, even after all of the sex. “Well… I like to read, and play computer games… Kind of boring…,” I said, a little embarrassed. “I do run, sometimes,” I said, lighting up when I remembered I did something sort of athletic.

“I like to run, too. I like sports. Computers can be fun, as long as I’m using them to blow up people, or watch porn,” he said, as I finished his review. “What’s your favorite color?” he asked.

“Blue.”

“Mine’s red. We don’t feel like strangers, anymore,” he said, while still running his fingers through my hair. “So, can I call you Dave?” he asked.

“Not if you ever want to fuck me again,” I said, quickly. Even he wasn’t hot enough to get away with that.

“Right. Got it,” he said. It was extremely comfortable, with him in the hammock. It was warm, but the shade and the breeze made it bearable. I shifted, so I was closer with him, and smiled up at him.

“So, what are you going to do for dinner?” I asked him.

“Probably another frozen pizza,” he said.

“Do you want to come back to my house, for dinner?” I asked, while caressing his hand and forearm. “My grandma’s a good cook.”

“Want to take me to meet the parents?” he asked, with a slight smile on his face.

“Yeah…, and that pizza takes like cardboard,” I said.

“Okay,” he said, simply. I called my parents quickly, and told them we’d be back in a few hours. I smiled up at him, and just listened to his heartbeat, for a while, while he stroked my hair. After a few minutes of cuddling, he started playing with my crotch through my shorts, again. “Let’s go skinny dipping,” he said, with a naughty grin.

“Someone could see us,” I said, as we got out of the comfort of the hammock.

“Look,” he said, while pointing to the privacy fence, and the trees. We were very well secluded. “No one will see us, and if they do, they won’t be able to tell we’re naked,” he said, before pulling my shirt off. I reluctantly pulled the rest of my clothes off, as he did the same.

“I can’t swim…,” I said, nervously, as we walked over to the pool.

“I won’t let you drown. I promise,” he said. “I’d close my eyes, if I were you,” he said with a grin. I slammed my eyes shut, as he grabbed me, and jumped into the pool with me in his arms. We landed with a splash, and I sputtered a little when we came back to the surface. I grabbed him, and held him tight, for fear of drowning. The closest thing I had come to ever really swimming was sitting in the shallow end.

“What part of-,” I started, but he kissed me before I could finish. Most of my anger melted away, leaving mostly surprise. He grinned at me, with water dripping out of his shaggy, auburn hair.

“You’re fine, see?” he said, as he floated there with me. I smiled, as I got used to the cold water. “It’s just like a foreign language; you need to be immersed in it.”

“Whatever you say,” I said, as we floated lazily together.

“You know… this is all backwards,” he said, with a grin, after a few minutes. “In all my fantasies, we go swimming, rough-house, fool around over on that chaise lounge, and then we end up in my bed,” he said.

“If only I could swim…,” I said, still gripping him fairly tightly, but relaxing as I realized I was floating on my own.

“This is close enough,” he said, before diving under me. I felt him feel up my slender legs and hips, up to my chest as he emerged behind me. “Catch me, if you can,” he said, with a laugh, and swam away from me. I was truthful when I said I couldn’t swim, and I could barely manage to dog paddle around, trying to catch him. We splashed around for what seemed like a long time, before he came up behind me, and trapped me between himself and the side of the pool.

“I guess you win,” I said, when I felt his cock between my ass cheeks. He laughed, and felt around my own growing erection.

“I guess I do,” he said, before turning me around, and kissing me again. We quickly made our way over to the ladder, and crawled out of the pool. Water dripped off of us, as he led me to the padded chaise lounge by the pool. He pushed me gently to sit down on the end, and before I could say anything, he was on his knees, and working on sucking my cock.

I gasped, as he licked my balls, and the bottom of my shaft. He grinned, when he heard me, and slowly started sucking on it. I closed my eyes, and threw my head back in pleasure. The sensation of having my cock in his warm, wet mouth was incredible. I had to brace myself back on the lounge with my arms, to avoid falling over.

My mind was full of thoughts of what I wanted to do to him, to thank him, and feelings of complete pleasure, with his sexy lips wrapped around the base of my cock. I felt the water droplets evaporating off me, in the heat of the sun. I mused that I wouldn’t have any tan lines if Alex had anything to say about it, until it got cold. Suddenly, I felt him pull off. Before I could open my eyes, I felt the familiar feeling of his tongue slipping into his mouth. I opened them to see his green eyes staring back at me.

Quickly, we scooted back on the chaise so my legs were all of the way on it. I could feel his hard cock poking into my thigh, as I wrapped my arms around his muscular torso. He carefully lowered us, so we were laying flat. Slowly, he ground his crotch into mine, as we made out. He sucked lightly on my tongue, as I caressed his back.

“You’re the sexiest thing in the galaxy,” he said, softly, while nuzzling my face. I felt him slowly sitting up, and moving to straddle my chest. His big cock throbbed in my face. I leaned up to kiss it on the head, before wrapping my lips around it. He scooted closer to my face, to let me take more of it. “Fuck! That’s amazing…,” he groaned. I was quickly learning what he liked, and he moaned softly, as I licked around the head of his cock.

He didn’t give me much time to work on him, before he turned around on top of me, so he could also reach my cock. I nearly screamed when he started sucking me hard. I took me a moment to focus enough to resume my lustful vocation. I could smell chlorine somewhat obscuring his normal, enticing smell. His hips were slowly and gently fucking his cock into my mouth. After a while, I reached an arm around his leg, and found his not-so-virgin asshole.

He shuddered when I stuck a finger inside him. I gently finger fucked him as I began sucking him harder. With my careful probing, I found what I was looking for. He moaned around my cock, when I found his hot button. I added a finger, and all I could think about was Alex’s fiery crotch. I felt him tense up, as he sucked especially hard on me, and I felt him shoot his hot load down my throat, and in my mouth. With a mouth full of my boyfriend’s come, and fingers buried up to the knuckle in his ass, I finally came.

Être continué, encore.