That School Boy

I’ve always been that gay guy at school - the one that hangs out with the girls and the one that is overly obsessed with A singer. Everyone suspected it but only a few people knew. That being said, I wasn’t a stranger to being teased about it. I’d hear it all, “Faggot”. “Gay Boy”, “Battyman”. For an 18 year old finishing his last year of secondary school, it was all too normalised. I accepted this and didn’t let it stop me from being me. I was all you could expect; teased by the guys at school, and shit at sports. In fact, the worst at sports. 

However, there was this guy who would tease me about it but in the most oddly charming way, he’d call my name, and blow a kiss or bite his lip. In my head all I could think of was ‘I don’t like guys, leave me alone’ when I really did. He had always teased me in the future but this final year, he was doing it more and more. Roland was part of the ‘cool but not cool cool’ squad at school. His friends knew the cool people but his group had their own parties and a separate lifestyle from the actual cool kids. He was in my Mathematics, French & Science classes. In all classes I sat behind him apart from Mathematics, where I’d sit next to him. I’d always look forward to those lessons that I sat behind him, I would always daydream about running my hands through his hair and onto his thighs, turning myself on throughout class to pass the time. 

He was white, tall, well built with dirty blonde hair in a fade. He had big hands, strong arms and was well built, not the skinniest, but had some muscle going for him. Best of all, he wore “Kickers”, Perhaps the hottest shoe of our very strict uniform. I would always see him playing with his shoes throughout. You could see what socks he was wearing - For a guy at that age, figuring out what fetishes you had was the one goal you needed to achieve and I guess I drew up the conclusion that I really liked legs, feet & socks. 

He had always been quite ‘sleazy’ he didn’t care how his uniform came across, he’d be constantly stretching and lying about his desk, to the point where his shirt would raise and you’d be able to see a bit of his back - sitting behind him was a dream come true. I just wanted to be closer to him. Maths was bittersweet - he’d do the same things, stretching and lying about his desk but it was a shame because I couldn’t directly look at him. 1. I didn’t want to make anything obvious about my sexuality and 2. I wouldn’t want to be seen as a creep in school for directly looking at the person next to me and staring at their body. You could tell he smoked, he’d be the one breathing loudly (usually I hate when people do that, but I’d constantly imagine him breathing in me) so that kept me going throughout the lesson - I would let him do much more than breathing. 

Christmas was approaching and so was the end of school for Christmas break. We had one final mathematics lesson together. He’d been quiet over the last few days and his way of teasing me had decreased. I heard rumours about him over the last few days and I just assumed they got to his head. He loved being the centre of attention in maths, but this time he just sat down and minded his own business. We had an exam that day; sitting next to him was already exciting but things took a turn when his rubbed his knee against mine. He did it first for a second and then backed off. About 5 minutes later, he did it again - me, who didn’t want any false impressions about my sexuality, moved my leg away from under the desk. He shifted himself and got to work, then 10 minutes later, he was back at it again. This time I kept my thigh still to see if he would back away… he didn’t. The exam ended and we all left class. 

During break, my friend showed me a video of him stroking his cock and saying her name - I put 2 and 2 together and realised that video was the reason he had been feeling so down. But, I had to be shocked at it, when really I wanted to use it later. It was him, in his grey calvin klein underwear filming himself moaning and saying her name, his cock was massive. Uncut and huge. Wasn’t a huge shock to someone that had been staring at him and his bulge in his grey pants. It knocked me down - me dreaming about him all the time had led me to believe that that leg touching scenario in the exam could turn out to be something bigger than that - but now I know he actually doesn’t care about me, he just cares about my friend. 

Before my break ended, I headed to the toilet. In our school, the toilets were hidden, you had to walk down an alley to get to the toilets and as it was the end of break it was silent there. I went in, did my business in the urinal and left to go wash my hands. I soon hear roland approaching, we sort of stand their quiet before he turns around to me

‘Hey’ he mutters

“Uhh, Hey” I frightfully say

“Question” He proposes, “If a guy and another guy were to get married, would that be weird?”

I think to myself - I can’t get over this, he’s always trying to get me to say the right stuff - just to confirm to him that I’m gay

“Uhh, well look-” I begin to answer

The bell rings and I meet my friends to go to the Hall for a Christmas performance - the final thing on this years calendar

The performance was painstakingly cringy, the band were a mess and the speakers were horrific. I was sitting at the back of the hall from being the last one in… About 20 minutes or so later, Roland comes through the back of the hall and sits next to me, trying to hide from the teachers. He’s oddly shivery and seems to be sweating rapidly. I turn to him to see what's going on but his head is down. I face the front and try to enjoy the performance. 

After the performance, we all leave to catch each other before saying bye to everyone and wishing them a merry christmas. It’s cold outside and it looks like it’s either going to rain or snow. Everyone is standing with their friends but in the corner of my eye I see him standing alone or with one other person - weird because his group would usually go out after a day like this. The bell rings and everyone begins to make their way out.

On the way home, I caught him walking in front of me with his Nike bag on his back. As a gay guy, walking fast isn’t a problem, so i’m able to catch up to him

“Just to answer your question, yes it’s completely fine if a guy and a guy want to get married” I answer

He ignores me and carries on walking as if he didn’t hear anything. I stop in my tracks as he carries on walking. I catch up again and persistently walk near him. I didn't want to make him angry so quietly I ask him “is everything okay?”

Whilst walking, he turns around and says “I’d prefer if I didn’t answer that question here. I’m sure you of all people know what's going on” 

“Well… do you or don’t you want to talk about it” I reply

“I do, It’s just a lot right now”, He responds

“Ah okay” I confirm

We made conversation, walking together until we reached our destination. Mid-way through the walk I realised that I’d be going to his house 

His house was your typical UK semi detached house, garden in the front and gated all around. It wasn’t the biggest, perfectly sized

He stepped in front of me, put the key in and opened the door. He took one step forward and threw his bag on the floor. I walked in - his wooden staircase was the first thing I saw, it led up the house on the left hand side. In front of me, on the bottom floor was the kitchen and on the right was the living room. It was eerily quiet, almost like he had been living alone for the past few days or weeks. He went upstairs and I followed suit, taking my bag with me upstairs. I heard his bedroom door and followed him in. He got in and switched his PS4 on, the only sound that filled up the air was that of the PS4 Fan. 

His room hadn’t been looked after, there was paper everywhere, socks were drying on the radiator, and his bed wasn’t made. His desk was in an absolute state but at least it kept him going to school so that I could get some eye candy throughout the day. 

His TV faced the end of his bed where he sat and grabbed his controller. Slowly I sat next to him in silence for a good two or 3 minutes until GTA 5 loaded up. He then paused the game and began to tell me everything; why his room was a mess, why he’d been depressed lately. His parents had gone abroad and all he could hear was them bickering about him and his sister and about the video. 

“You know, sometimes I have the maddest respect for you” he announces “To be fair, I don’t know how you put up with me teasing you all the time, I’d actually get pissed if people were calling me a faggot and I wasn’t” he pauses for a second

“Nah but on a serious note, are you actually gay?” He states

“Well” I begin “I’ve never ‘come out’ to any guy before and I hate calling myself gay but I mean I don’t know where I am with that”

“So you don’t know then?” He says

“Not right now” I reply

He hands me the controller and I begin plating for about 10 minutes until he moves closer to me. Our thighs touch each other. He’s on my left and I can once again hear that breath that I would miss over the Christmas break. He takes his right hand and places it on my left thigh - finger by finger though, as if not to make it obvious. I look down at his hand on my thigh and up at him. He’s facing the screen. He moves his hand up and down my left leg. My heart starts racing, and my mouth begins watering, his hand gets closer to my crotch and back down to my knee. He shifts his body backwards and lies down on the bed. When he lies down, his school shirt moves up - his belly button is now visible. I keep playing, trying to ignore his body lying next to me. His legs are still bent over the bed, he lifts them up and with his left foot he takes off his right shoe. With his right socks, he takes off his left shoe. I begin to sweat a little bit from getting hard. Hopefully he doesn’t notice. He lifts himself up and goes to the front of his bed where his pillows are. He takes one and throws it at my back

“You know you don’t have to be so awkward about it” He says

“LOL awkward about what?” I say

“About liking me, you like me” He demands

“No” I laugh “You wish I did though”

“But you do” He gets on his knees and comes to the end of the bed where I am. He gets closer, puts his hand on my shoulder and whispers ‘You like me”. I swallow my spit and he kisses me on the cheek. He notices me trying to cover my boner, he looks at me, looks down and looks back up at me. He smiles, I turn around and look at him. He gives me another kiss on the cheek and another one close to my lip. I try to back out but he holds my face on both cheeks and gives me a kiss on the lips. At this point we’re both in the middle of the bed, he’s sitting on his knees and I'm crossed legs. He’s much taller than me. He looks up at my forehead and gives it another kiss. I look down at this bulge. He grabs my right hand and places it on his  crotch, he’s holding my hand and rubbing it up and down his pants. I can feel his huge cock, it’s pulsing and my mouth begins to water. He leans in and gives me another kiss on the lips. We’re making out in his room, now with my hands on his crotch. He unzips his pants and takes off his belt. He gets me on my knees and places my head in his crotch Before whispering “This is what you want isn’t it”

I smell his pants - the beautiful mix of piss, sweat and cum stains fills up my nose. He pulls me back, puts his hands in my mouth, swirls them until they’re filled with spit and slaps me. He takes off my blazer and unbuttons his shirt and mind until we’re both topless. He pushes my mouth back onto his Calvin Kleins and puts my hands on his nipples, they’re red and so luscious. He begins to pull down his underwear, until his rock hard cock is out. He pulls down his pants and before I can get a taste of his dick, he pulls me away from it. Looking up at him he asks me to open my mouth. I do. He spits in my mouth and around my lips. He told me to keep it in my mouth and I did. He then lies down and pulls me to his cock. His spit is falling out of my mouth but just before it does. He allows me onto his rock hard cock. The salty mix of flavours covers my mouth and before he knows his, his dick is covered in a mix of my spit and his.

I’m bent over, he reaches over and grabs my ass, he pulls down my pants and begins to smack my ass whilst I deep throat his cock. He begins moaning and telling me to go deeper than I can. He undresses me and pulls me out of his dick. He shoves his hand in my mouth and swirls it around; getting it wetter than it ever had been, I gag on his hand and he goes in deeper. He takes his hand out, forces my mouth on his cock and fingers my ass. I’m in love with his cock but before I can get enough he reaches for my face, grabs it and places it near his. He stares me up and down and spits on my face and rubs it around. My face is now wet with his saliva. He tastes amazing. We get each other undressed.

He pulls me towards him until we’re both sitting at his bed’s headrest wearing nothing but our socks. He places his right thigh on top of mine and pulls my left hand to his cock, he leans in to me and we begin making out again. His sock rubbing on my right thigh pushes me to his knee. I begin kissing his knees all the way down to his black Nike socks. I reached his socks and placed them in my mouth, this was a dream come true. I began to take his socks off whilst licking his size 10 feet and only got halfway down his foot when he pushed me all the way down. My ass was now facing him. He fingers me for a bit whilst I enjoy half his feet, they smell so good. He gets up on his knees behind me and places his massive cock on my ass. He grabs me by the mouth and forces me upright, he licks my neck and bites me before shoving his cock up tight ass. He moans in my ear before licking me up and down - his hand is still in my mouth. 

He starts fucking me hard until I begin moaning so hard he’s forced to stop. He was slow in the beginning but had built up momentum, he went slow again, slowly forcing his hard white wet cock in my tight virgin asshole. He takes me out of his dick, he grabs my hand and pulls me off the bed. We head downstairs and he grabs me and sits me on the couch.

Here we are on his couch in the living room. I’m wearing nothing and the only thing he is wearing is one sock on and the other half off. His cock is raging with cum at this rate, he pulls me into it and forces me on his cock, whilst licking his lips and spitting on my face and hair - wiping it all over me. He forces me over, turns me to face the floor and stands there fucking the ever loving daylights out of my virgin ass. I can’t help but moan, but since his living room faces the neighbours, he gags me to make me shut up. Doing so he gets his sock that is fully worn and chokes me with it, it smells so good, The mixture of his hand and the fabric gets me going. One of his other socks begins to slip off his foot, he pulls it back on and shoves carries on fucking me. 

The sock slips off again, Roland can’t help but get tired and all sweaty from all that fucking. He takes me to the kitchen and sits on a chair, I climb on top of him and ride him whilst making out with hs juicy white boy lips. He takes me off of it and back to his room we go. He flings me on the bed. Puts me on the bed. Puts himself inside of me. Puts his hands in my mouth and yells out the hottest moan ever. I feel his hot cock throbbing and pulsing. He just came, He takes himself out, and throws me on the base of his bed, he begins to eat my ass, eating every last inch of cum that seeps out of my ass until he’s had his taking. He pulls me to the left and get me under the sheets, wraps his legs around my front and makes me the small spoon. 

He loved my tight ass, he loved being in control, he loved being inside of me. He pulls up next to me and wraps his big arms around me. He kisses my neck and back whilst spitting on it. His cock is still hard and wet from all that cum. I can feel more cum drizzling out on my ass, he feels it too. He puts his right hand on my ass and licks it…

We head to bed.

We woke up the next morning facing each other. We were still very horny and still ready to go. We just didn’t know how that would go about…