Eddie

Eddie

Eddie was a year older than me.  The most popular guy around, the most gifted athletically, the most attractive, the most everything, as far as I could tell.

Me?  I may have been the most brain smart, but I never really felt all that popular, that well built, or all that attractive, although I did seem to have more than my share of friends.  My crowd was just so different than Eddie’s.

So it really made very little sense to me when Eddie seemed to reach out to me.  Especially since I didn’t even know that he had ever done that, with anyone.  There were always more people around him than he could have known what to do with, even if he had wanted to.

So.  You can imagine my surprise when Eddie bothered writing me a letter and quietly slipping it to me (had he ever done that before, to anyone?).  Even more when I read it:  “I have no idea what it seems I must have done wrong to you, but I apologize, and I would love to get to know you, if you can stop being mad at me, and even be your friend, if you might be willing.”

I would never be able to share that letter, with anyone.  No one would believe Eddie had written it.  Even less so that he had written it to me.  So despite feeling so far beneath him, I tried to reach out.

Somehow we quietly clicked, even if he was so surrounded with others begging for his time that I was still torn as to how and whether I would ever really fit in.  But Eddie did really seem to like me, and he did keep finding at least moments when we were together, in ways that somehow seemed closer than so much time he spent with all the others around him.  Somehow I also became his girlfriend’s confidant (how was it he got her to reach out to me?), and even the confidant of others who believed they should be able to replace her. 

And I also ended up helping him get through work, that he somehow seemed stuck on.  It was basically a secret between us, which I was more than happy enough to keep.  Throughout, I tried to touch him whenever I could.  His back, his legs, his arms.  Anywhere.  And honestly, he never did anything that seemed to indicate my touching wasn’t more than just welcome.

Eddie joked around so often.  With everyone.  It was a bit of him I kept trying to read, and really didn’t seem to very well.  Somehow he knew that, almost as if it was secret number two we shared. 

Sometimes the jokes were cool.  Sometimes they almost seemed to be mean.  People even seemed to like the mean ones directed towards them.  Even as I kept trying to figure out how I would deal with it if it were directed my way.  I wanted so much to be ready.  But I really had so little confidence.

So when we were done working out one day, and Eddie was still showering, I probably shouldn’t have been surprised when he started singing something about how it didn’t really matter to him if I wouldn’t suck his dick…

It was only him and me left in the shower room.  I swear he wasn’t gay.  And I didn’t think I was, either.  But his singing pierced me so deeply I almost started crying somehow.

I wrapped my towel around me and went from my locker to where he was still singing in the shower.  My heart almost stopped, but I had to try.

Eddie looked at me and smiled, even as he continued to sing. 

I had to:  “Really?  And what am I supposed to do, just drop my towel and kneel down at your feet and put your dick in my mouth, right here and now?  And I suppose I’m also supposed to just swallow the soap all over your dick as I do it?”

I couldn’t believe I said it.  Eddie looked at me.  I don’t think he could believe I said it either. 

He rinsed the soap off, looking up at me as he did it.  And I was too afraid to really notice, but it did seem like his cock was getting even bigger with each time he touched it.  Damn.  I didn’t even dare imagine how big it could get.

He turned the water off.  I dropped my towel and went up to him and knelt on the shower floor.  And now he really was hard, even as he ran his hand through my hair.

I had never done anything so gay in my whole life, but I wanted to be closer to him, any way possible.  I knew he had sex with his girlfriend pretty regularly, and I imagined he must have been naturally pretty horny, but I didn’t really think he had done anything like that before either.

So there I was the inexperienced guy, once again, scared to death about where this might go.

Eddie’s dick was huge, even soft.  As he went hard I was scared yet again.  But I kissed his huge cock like nothing I had ever kissed in my whole life. 

And the crazy thing was almost as soon as his wet dickhead went into my mouth, Eddie started cumming.

I was clueless as to what to do.  But I wanted him.  Whatever I could get.  So I sucked him a bit deeper.  Even as he came.  Again and again, as he continued to rub his hand through my hair.

I swallowed.  Even as I cried, I think mostly just afraid of where this might go.

I kept sucking and sucking.  I closed my eyes.  That really was his cock in my mouth.  That was really his cum in my throat.  And now both his hands were rubbing my head as he started going soft.  Eddie could tell I was breathing hard, as his hands hugged my head.  Of course I wasn’t really paying attention, but he might have actually leaned over and kissed the top of my head.

I backed off.  Eddie reached out and helped me up.  I started trying to say something.  Eddie stopped me, as he looked so deeply into my blue eyes.  I had never know anyone who seemed to see so completely through me.  He put his fingers to his lips, even as he wiped the tears from my left eye with his right hand.

I was still trying to catch my breath.  Eddie stared all the way through my soul.

I was so afraid, even as I knew he knew.  I started to say “I love you.”  His lips stopped me, as he kissed me so very very gently.

I really couldn’t stop trying to catch my breath.  Trying to figure out what had just happened.

So far Eddie had been the one to be emotional toward me.  I just buried my emotions, even as I feared he might know.  He always seemed to know me better than I knew myself.

I was so afraid.  “Don’t be mad at me.  Please?”

Eddie smiled.  “Cute.  How can anyone so smart be so stupid.”  It wasn’t a question.  He took his finger and wiped some cum off my lip.  Then he wiped it on my tongue.

“Now let’s get dressed and get out of here.”