I guess you could always call me different. I was never a part of the crowd, but everyone always saw me as part of some clique. Though I was somewhat popular, I hated being in the spotlight for too long. High school had enough stress without constantly being watched. I had to admit though; I wanted him to watch me. He was my counselor, Drew. He was in his thirties, 6'2, light brown hair, blue eyes, and built like a god. His muscles rippled inside of his dress shirts, and the bulge in his pants was always profound. I had made it my duty to become known to him since freshmen year; and I wouldn't stop until I got him.

Here's the story:

It was the second day of senior year. I had just turned eighteen, and I was excited that I only had one year left and then I'd be free of this hell hole. Don't get me wrong, I did like it where I lived, it was just that I'd always been a free spirit and could never settle myself for one thing. Drew was my counselor, but he never liked being referred to as 'Mr. Stevens.' He was one of those adults that never wanted to grow up, but couldn't beat out the curve. I was called into his office for a schedule change.

'Hi Chris, sit down; I'll be with you in a second.' Drew said, staring at me with an odd look on his face.

'Okay.' I said, sitting firmly on one of the waiting chairs in the office.

It seemed like I was waiting there for forever. It was halfway through third period when I heard Drew call for me.

'Hey, so you want to switch some classes around?' He asked while looking at his computer.

'Yeah, I can't stand my a.p lit teacher; will you switch me to Mrs. McCaroe?'

'I'll see if there are any spots open,' he said, browsing the school's class catalog, 'there's a couple spots open, do you want--'

His words trailed off. I sat there looking at him for a moment; he seemed to be staring at something on my face.

'Is there something wrong?' I asked, brushing my face.

'Oh, no, I just got lost for a second. Okay, you're in fourth hour a.p literature. I'll talk to you later.' He said while blushing.

'Okay'bye.' And I ran out of his office.

I kept thinking about what happened in Drew's office. I knew it wasn't anything important or special, I mean it only lasted for a couple seconds, but he looked at me like he wanted to say something. The day went on and I went home after school. I skipped track that day; I had to take a break from things for a while. My home life was perfect on the outside. Mom, dad, a sister: a pool, each one of us had separate cars, the parents were on the P.T.A., we had a nice house and lived in a nice neighborhood, but that didn't mean that everything was perfect. Dad was always never home, and mom always tried to cover up her worries with excuses and things like family nights and occasions where we would all get together. Each one of these ended up in a fight and often all of us separating. I love all of my family, I really do, but I just can't stand to be around them when we are all fighting.

That afternoon I drove home and walked inside.

'Mom, dad; anyone home?' I called from the bottom of the first story stairs.

'Up here,' mom said, 'don't come up, I'm almost finished with the floor!'

Mom was obsessed with cleaning. She never allowed anything dirty stay in the house for long. She wasn't a prude; she was more like a perfectionist.

'Alright, I think I'm just going to take a nap and go out to the club or something.'

'Not on a school night, you won't!' She yelled. I could hear here getting up from the floor.

'Mom, I'll be back before curfew! Don't worry, I promise.'

'Okay, but if you're even a minute late you're grounded!' She jested.

'Okay.'

And with that, I walked to the conservatory and fell asleep on the day bed.

I woke up at about six and started to get ready. I went upstairs to the third floor and took a shower, making it quick. I had to get out of here before dad got home. I knew that if he got home, I wouldn't be allowed to go out tonight. He was always the parent I avoided when I wanted to ask for something.

I got out of the shower and finished getting ready and was out of the door by 6:45p.m. I wasn't going to hang out with the usual crew, like my mom thought. I had been curious about this certain club, and wanted to see what it was like. I pulled into the parking lot and sat with my headlights off. I was ruminating on the aspect about going in. It was a gay club, and I wasn't sure how I really felt. I was straight as far as I knew, I had sex with girls and loved pussy, but I was always curious about men. This started with Drew. I didn't know what it was about him, but I always wanted him to notice me since I was a freshman in high school. Deciding I would go in, I hopped out of my car, locked it, shoved the keys in my pocket, and walked over to the entrance. As soon as I made my way in, the bouncer asked for I.D.

'Uhm, here.' I handed him my license. Remembering that this club served alcohol, I started to worry.

He perused my license and gave me a knowing look. After a couple of minutes of him just staring at me, he handed me my license and let me go inside.

'Thanks.' I said while walking past him.

'No problems,' he smacked my ass, 'have fun.'

I was a little shocked by this. He was a huge black guy, and he just smacked my ass. Whatever floats your boat, I thought.

As I walked in, I sat down at the bar stools. The bartender asked me what I wanted to drink, but I just told him I was sitting. The club was just starting to allow people in, and I was one of the first through the doors. I sat at the bar for a little bit with my back facing the dance floor. After a couple minutes someone tapped me on my shoulder. I turned around and was in shock as to what I saw.

'Chris?' Drew eyed me with a look of surprise on his face.

'Drew? Wh-what are you doing here?' I asked him, feeling the embarrassment between us.

'Well, I was going to ask you to dance, but I don't know now'

'No, I mean, do you come here often?' I asked him.

'Yeah'you?' He asked, almost anxiously.

'No, this is my first time.' I said, avoiding eye contact.

'Well in that case, let me show you around.' He took my hand while smiling and led me to the dance floor.

We danced for what seemed like forever and settled at one of the tables in the back. He stared at me for a couple of minutes, making me feel a little uncomfortable. He stared a little bit longer then finally spoke.

'You're a great dancer.' He shouted.

'Thanks, you're a great dancer too.' I yelled over the music.

'Wanna go somewhere else?' He asked, standing up.

'Sure, where though?'

'Haha, I'm not sure; let's just drive around for a bit.' He took my hand and led me out of the club to his car. He had a dark blue BMW X5. He opened the door for me and I sat down in the passenger seat. While he walked over to the driver's side, I watched him intently. He had a great ass, which was well defined in his tight blue jeans. His pecs were bulging from his Abercrombie T-shirt, and he had the biggest smile on his face. He leaped into the driver's seat, revved up the car, and sped out of the parking lot.

'So, did you have fun tonight?' He asked, eyeing the road.

'Yeah, but I didn't expect to be dancing with my school counselor!'

This phrase stopped me'dancing with my school counselor? He's a man, and I danced with him. Does that make me gay? I didn't know, and after that thought, I didn't care.

'Yeah, and I didn't expect to be dancing with a high school student, I guess we both were surprised.' He said with a chuckle.

'So, where do you want to go?' I asked, looking out of the window.

'I'm thinking we can go to my place. Is that okay with you?' He asked, taking his eyes off of the road to look at me.

I nodded.

'Good, it's just right up here.'

We pulled up to a beach front house. It was amazing, and I didn't believe he lived here. Its front gates opened as we pulled into his long driveway.

He grabbed my hand as I reached for the handle to get out.

'Yeah, Drew, wha--'

He was on me. His lips met mine, and his tongue found its way into my mouth. We kissed for a couple of seconds before he pulled off.

'I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself. I didn't mean to, I'll take you home if you want to go' He said while starting up the car again.

'Oh, it's alright.' I said in a whisper.

He looked over at me and looked into my eyes. Feeling the awkwardness mitigate, I leaned over and kissed him. He caressed my body; his hands explored all over me, and then finally found their way to the growing bulge in my pants. I moaned in his mouth as he began to rub back and fourth. My hands ran from his head, to his back, and lifted off his shirt. He broke the kiss.

'Let's go inside.' He whispered, still breathing heavily.

'Okay.' I said, and got out of the car, following him into the house.

As I walked into the house, he latched on to me, holding me into a tight embrace. I was new to this, and to be honest it felt completely right. I melted into his arms, feeling as though he could hold me for forever. I looked up into his eyes.

'I bet you didn't expect this when you were asking me to dance.' I jeered.

'Actually, this is exactly what I was expecting.' He said and kissed me with the most intensity I have ever felt. He led me up the stairs and to his bedroom. It was completely white, except for his bed. His bed was black, and as he laid me down on it. I sank; it was a water bed.

'Am I moving too fast?' He asked between kisses.

'No.' I whispered. He was moving too fast, this was my first time with a guy, but I wanted him so bad.

He continued to explore my body, taking my shirt off and kissing his way from my neck to my stomach. He undid my belt and unbuttoned my pants. The entire situation had me so aroused that I could barely see straight. I moved up so that he could pull off my pants. My cock sprang free as he pulled down my boxers. He licked the head, and then ran his tongue down the length of my eight inch shaft. I was in ecstasy. He engulfed my entire cock into his mouth, his nose touching my pubes. As my cock hit the back of his neck I pumped. I thought I might cum, and pulled out of his mouth. He worked his way back up to my mouth and kissed my lips. His tongue parted my mouth and I could taste my own pre-cum from his mouth. I kissed back, my hands exploring his body. My hands found their way around the bulge in his pants and unbuttoned his jeans. I caressed his cock in his briefs. He pulled both his briefs and pants down and began gyrating against me. As the heat built between us, he broke the silence.

'Let me fuck you.' He said, looking into my eyes.

This scared me, and I didn't want to go this far. As much as I wanted to resist, his eyes told me that he'd be the one I'd want to be with. His eyes stared straight into my own, awaiting my answer.

'Fuck me, Drew. I want you inside my ass.' I moaned as he continued kissing me.

He broke apart from our embrace and went to his night stand. A second later he ripped open a condom and shoved it around his monster cock. That thing was a beast, at least six inches around and nine and a half inches long. It had a huge purple head, and his pubes where neatly shaved. He looked me in the eyes as he got into position. I held my breath as his head entered me. The pain seared through my body, I needed him to stop. I screamed as he pushed forward. My legs tightened around his back and I squeezed his huge biceps.

'Are you alright?!' He said, stopping with a look of concern on his face.

'Yes, just keep going.' I said, trying my best to hide the pain on my face.

He inched his way in, slowly stretching my asshole. He got about half way in when I felt something other than pain. It was arousing, and I wanted him more than ever. He forced himself completely inside of me with one swift move. I felt my asshole rip and cried out in pain. He stopped completely and kissed me. His lips made my body stop, and I felt as though the pain had ceased.

'I'll stop if you want me too, I can wait.' He said, looking into my eyes.

'No, I need your cock inside my ass, fuck the shit out of me. I want you, Drew; pound my ass.' I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. I couldn't control myself.

'Please tell me if you need me to stop, I don't want to hurt you, babe.' He whispered sincerely.

'Babe,' I liked that. I liked the fact that he called me his babe. I knew that this would be the person I would fall in love with. I knew that no matter how much would get into our way, I would love him for forever.

'Okay,' I said, managing a smile, 'make love to me, Drew.'

He smiled and started to slowly pump my ass. I got used to his length and girth, and started to enjoy what was going on. He was pounding my ass and I was matching each one of his gyrations. Sweat poured off of our bodies as we never broke our embrace, and Drew's grunts began to become louder with every motion.

'Ahh, yeah, your hole feels so fucking good, Chris! I'm going to make you squirm, you're my little slut. I'm going to fuck the hell out of you, yeah. You like my cock in your ass? Do you like it?!' He grunted, looking into my eyes.

'Yeah, Drew, fuck my ass! Take me; I love your cock in my ass.'

'Yeah, tell me how much you want it, Chris.' He grunted.

'Uh, YEAH, OHH FUCK, Ohh-' His mouth covered my mouth.

I screamed into his mouth as he began to fuck my asshole harder. I could feel myself about to blow my loud. We screamed into each other's mouths as we came at the same time. We lied there for fifteen minutes, just panting; he was still on top of me.

'I bet you didn't expect this when you were asking me to dance.' I repeated, laughing.

'Actually, I've expected this since you were a freshman.' And with that he kissed me deeply.

More to come.

 

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