Harry my High School Crush

This story is partially based on true events, the people, surroundings, feelings and locker room event really transpired when I was in school. My feeling about Harry were true and some of the things I have done are also true. Harry as a character within this story is loosely based on the actual Harry. Where the story leads are exaggerated and fictional, by the time I enter ‘outside’ in paragraph 5, the story is fictional.

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 Chapter 1 – Harry

 My name is Jay. I’m going to take you back to 2013 when I was in year 10 at secondary school here in London (equivalent to the first year of high school in the US) I attended an all-boys school. I knew I was gay since I was about 9-10 years old, and attending an all-boys school was awesome! I wasn’t bullied in school, none of us were really (in my year group). There was a lot of teasing and ‘Banter’ going around, some jokes went a little too far but everyone always gave it back to each other and it all turned into a little fun really. At times there would be the odd occasional bullying, but nothing consistent and off-putting.

 There was one boy, Harry. Harry is good looking, white, 5ft 10 and he had dirty blonde hair (they all seem to in such stories, but I can assure you he really did) his hair was medium and straight and he often styled it a bit with some gel or wax, he had Hazel eyes, a strong jawline and was well built. He didn’t have Abs or huge muscles or anything but he worked out enough to have defined biceps, strong calf’s, thighs and pecs. Harry hung around with the cool boys and had a bit of a temper if someone got on his wrong side, he was a little annoying at times. We were in the same class; he was always making fun of you and would not quit it even if he knows he went too far. For this reason, not many of us liked him and will often say ‘fuck off Harry!’ which he just laughed at, but not all could get away with it. He picked on me many times throughout our years in school, but I always gave it back to him ten folds so he knew I could take it. but at times, he would go far and I will just ignore him.

 Being in a boy’s school meant that we were definitely surrounded by some gays, but we didn’t know who was gay – or maybe I didn’t know (I could suspect one or two but I still have no idea today). We came from an area in London where being gay was not seen as a good thing, and the fear of severe bullying lingered especially in an all-boys school full of conservative ethnic pupils, so for this reason people never spoke out and hid it very-very well. However, this did not stop camp activities, hazing or jokes which people purposely carried out knowing it would make us feel uncomfortable. Wow as I write this all now it sounds fucked up, it was in a way but it wasn’t a big deal at the time. One thing many of the boys would do involved thigh stroking or touching, this was done in science class (perfect class to experiment, am I right?) as we had higher tables and sat on stools. A boy would touch your thigh and expect you to react and keep doing it to annoy you knowing you hate it, another aspect of this game is to keep going and stroking up the thigh and if the boy did not react then he would be exposed as gay (ironic I know, it doesn’t make sense but it is what it is). No one of-course allowed it to get that far from what I know. Harry was one of the main instigators in science class, we had assigned seats but whenever Harry is disruptive the teacher would swap him with someone and unfortunately many times it would be next to me. He would touch my thighs and I will tell him to stop on a number of occasions. One time, Harry placed his hand on my right thigh and held it there, he slowly began riding up and I wanted to see how far he would go, I remember him staring at me laughing waiting for me to crack. Unfortunately, I grew an erection and punched his arm calling him a cunt. (Even if I didn’t get an erection, I would have to crack otherwise he would tell everyone). Whenever Harry did this my attraction for him grew stronger, I liked his large hands on me. I liked watching him change in the locker rooms, seeing his bulge swing in his basketball Shorts, seeing him stand and ride his BMX bike to school and I liked his cocky behaviour. Unfortunately, I wanted Harry! I would masturbate to the thought of him a couple of times a week after school.

 Every Friday we had Swimming which covered our last period of the day (swimming lessons are uncommon for year 10 but we were a specialist sports school). I hated swimming and sometimes I would ‘forget my kit’. We had to go to the other side of town to the public pool and then we get dismissed home from there. As usual I was the only one standing pool-side with my disappointed PE teacher (disappointed at me) watching the class receive their lesson from the swim instructors. I was so horny that afternoon from sitting on the bench and watching Harry get changed into his speedos, he took off his grey boxer briefs facing the wall and I saw his firm and perfect butt, I wish I could have seen his dick! Thirty minutes into the lesson I asked to go to the toilets which are inside our locker room. The larger rooms had a lock combination for schools so we didn’t need to worry about the public entering and stealing things. When I was done in the toilet I stepped out and noticed Harry’s spot on the bench, he left his boxers and trousers on it. I looked at the door and kept looking at his boxers, back and forth. I decided to go for it, my heart was beating fast, I felt it in my throat and I had the most aggressive erection ever. I picked up his boxers and noticed it had tiny spots of pre-cum on it. I took it to my nose. The sweet, sweaty, salty, musky smell of Harrys cock pouch hit my nostrils; I inhaled it deeply – it was a potion of teen boy. The smell was so intoxicating that I think I released a load of pre-cum in my boxers, I was in heaven. This was the best day of my life! As I continued to sniff and began touching myself, I looked up and I saw someone dash away from the slim window panel on the main door, I instantly dropped the boxers and my heart sank to my stomach. I quickly grabbed the boxer briefs and put them back on the bench and stepped out cautiously, but no one was there. I was scared to go back, what if it was someone from our class? As I went back to the pool side and hung my arms over the railings I looked around and seen everyone was still swimming. Then I did a head count amongst the splashes and realised there was only 23 in the pool. I scanned around again and noticed Harry was not inside.

 “Sir, where is Harry?”

 “He’s gone to get changed, he said he’s got an appointment later which he needs to get to.”

 My heart beat fast. Shit, was I caught by Harry!? What if he tells everyone what I did?? I thought to myself. We all came back to the changing rooms and I noticed Harry’s spot was clear, everyone got changed and we all were dismissed.

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Outside, the sun was shining and the streets were filled with shoppers and school kids, my heart continued to pound. I wish I could turn back time, I felt like crying! As I continued further, I seen Harry leaning against the building wall to my left, he had one leg back up against the wall, his school blazer hung over his left shoulder on his finger and his other hand in his pocket. His scruffy white shirt glowed against the sunlight, his tie short and loose around his unbuttoned collar. My heart sank again and I began to panic, my cheeks were flush and I was scared, I continued to walk but just as I feared Harry began walking behind me, after a moment he was beside me.

  “You alright Jay, you seem nervous?” He said in his deep monotone voice.

 “Y-yeah, I’m alright. Don’t you have an appointment?”

 “Naahhh, I lied to get out early, I do that sometimes. The house is empty until my mum gets back from work, so I like to enjoy the most of it.” He said.

 “So why are you not home, why you hangin’ around?” I questioned.

 “Wanted Aaron to back to mine to play some games, thought I would catch him but I guess I missed him.”

 We continued to walk in silence for a moment, it was the most awkward and painful moment in my life and I had no idea if he caught me or not, although my mind is telling me he did.

 “I’m going to turn here. Why don’t you come back to my house? Could do with a gaming buddy, I wanna get better on FIFA.”

 “Ermm, I don’t know I’m busy, I have to get home.”

 “Oh, come on!! Only an hour – not even that - thirty minutes, what’s thirty minutes going to do huh? Its FRIDAY!!”

 My mind began to race and so did my heart. Perhaps he was genuinely being nice? Had he seen me he would have exposed me to everyone, called me a fag and bullied me, he would never let me forget this day in my life had he seen me doing what I did. I swallowed my fears and agreed to join him.

Outside Harry’s house, Harry unlocked his door. He lived on a quiet road in a semi-detached house. We walked into his door into the hallway. The house was quiet. The stairs were on the right side, the living room was on the left opposite the staircase and the kitchen was at the end of the hallway. Harry threw his bag and jacket at the door and slid off his shoes.

 “Do you want me to take my shoes off?” I asked. Harry shrugged his shoulders “I don’t care to be honest.”

 I took my shoes off but kept my bag with me. Harry went upstairs and I stood there, he stopped and turned back. “Come on then!” he snapped jokingly.

 “Aren’t we going in there?” I pointed to the living room with my finger.

 “The PS3 is in my room you div! Now come on!”

 I followed Harry up the stairs, his room was at the end of the upstairs hallway away from the main house. We entered his room and the familiar smell of Harry’s teen sweat hit me. His room was painted light grey, he had a double bed centred in the room with a basketball hoop above his large headboard, the bed was unmade. He had dark grey carpet covered with clothes and weights. He had a black glass desk in front of the window which overlooked the garden, and a large TV in front of his bed mounted on the wall. He turned on his PS3 and grabbed two controllers. The sound of the PlayStation fan filled the entire room. Harry undid his school tie with one hand and threw it over his desk chair, he quickly flattened out his duvet and then slammed himself onto his bed and lay back against the headboard. What the fuck am I doing here?? I thought to myself. I dropped my bag and blazer on the floor and sat on the foot end of his bed. We played FIFA and competed as we both did trick-shots, stole the ball from one another and scored. It was 4:16pm from the time on his digital clock and we have now been playing for over forty minutes. Harry paused the game and took a phone call from his mum. I sat there fidgeting with the controller wondering to myself if I should excuse myself and go home now.

 “My mum said she’s going out for work drinks, so she will be home late. I’m gonna order some pizza, you wanna stay for a while longer?”

 “Ermm…maybe for a little while.” I replied.

 Harry did not un-pause the game, I began going through my own phone and thought he was still on his phone, but as I looked up, I could see from the reflection of his small desk mirror he was looking at me, I turned back and stared at him, slightly alarmed.

“You ok?” I scoffed.

 Harry remined silent, with a mysterious look on his face and a tinge of a smirk on his lips. He looked relaxed.

 “Yo, spaz? What you staring at? Un-pause the game!” I said annoyingly.

 “What were you doing in the changing rooms?” he said plainly.

 My eyes slightly widened and my heart thumped again in horror. “W-What?” I stuttered

“Nothing, I just went to the toilets.” I knew by denying it I made things worse, but part of me believed I could get away with this and we can both move on. I would rather be dead then admit I was smelling his boxers.

 “Aiiight.” He said. “Play a solo match, I need to order the pizza.”

Harry handed me his controller and I set up a solo game, my mind was racing with fear and I thought to myself - maybe I should just leave, but if I leave it may be suspicious, He knows – HE HAS TO KNOW! Otherwise, he wouldn’t have brought it up.

 I managed to play the game somehow. Harry got up and sat next to me on the foot of his bed and watched me play. I could have sworn Harry shuffled up next to me, I can feel his body heat next to me which made me nervous. Then I felt it, his small finger touched my left thigh, followed by his ring finger, middle finger and index finger, he slowly and shakingly placed his fingers on my thigh and moved his hand upon it.

 “What the fuck are you doing!?” I flinched.

 “We are not in school anymore…” He whispered as he looked at me. I remained silent, not knowing how to respond. I looked down awkwardly after being locked into his gaze for a moment.

 “You don’t need to hide it, Jay. I know you fancy me.”

 Harry leaned forward and kissed my cheek. I froze wondering if this was all in my imagination, I could feel a semi appear in my pants. Harry stood up, as he stood up, he continued, now speaking softly.

 “I noticed you looking at me in PE and in the changing room. And I know you like it when we played those stupid games in science class.”

 He stood in front of me and then pushed me back onto his bed. I gulped and began breathing anxiously, he leaned above me with his fists planted either side of my body and leaned down. Harry kissed my other cheek, and then my neck and then the corner of my lips. “I know you want me.” He said huskily, in his cocky tone which drove me crazy.

Harry then dropped down and lay upon my body, he kissed me passionately. I hooked onto his upper lip and released each time, replicating his actions, eventually I just did what came naturally to me. This was my first time kissing a boy – and it was Harry! the weight of his body felt good, I wrapped my left hand around his back and my right hand on the nape of his neck. Harry retracted and started to unbutton my shirt, I attempted to do half of his before he stood and continued himself, I sat up again and began undressing and then Harry slid off his belt and unzipped his school trousers, I could see his grey boxer briefs peeking through with an erection. He looked down and grabbed a hand full of his cock, smirking at me as he did so.

“Get on your knees.” he said.

 I complied. Harry grabbed the back of my hair and shoved my face towards his boxers. “Is this what you want? Huh? I saw you sniffing them earlier today. Go on then, sniff them!”

 I pulled down Harry’s trousers and wrapped my fingers around his ass and began sniffing his boxers, licking them as I did so. “Uhghh” Harry softly exhaled.

 “Claim your prize Jay, It’s all your.”

 I grabbed either side of the elastic of his boxers and pulled them down, as he stepped out of them his erection flung out and hit my nose. He had a perfect dick at 6 inches, firm large balls and scruffy dark blonde pubic hair at the base of his cock, along with some fuzz on his balls. I buried my nose into it all and the smell of his boxers was nothing compared to this. It was a mixture of sweat, musk and piss, or maybe it was precum? I stuck my tongue out and tasted his shaft and cock head and the saltiness of it was enough to satisfy me for the rest of my life. I began sucking his dick an inch at a time and gagged as I got further down (this was my very first dick), Harry began playing with his nipples and moaned softly as I continued to suck. Eventually I managed to suck all of Harry’s dick into my mouth and throat, but my eyes were teary and I continued to gag. I came away and stroked his cock with my right hand and sucked his testosterone filled balls, they tasted amazing, I began touching myself with my left hand.

“Aah yeah just like that Jay.” He groaned.

 I went back up to his cock and slid his shaft back into my mouth again, then suddenly Harry grabbed the back of my head and started to skull fuck me rapidly. He filled the entirety of my mouth full of his meat, it felt like my eye balls would pop out. After five pumps he yelled

“I’m gonna cum!!” And without asking (which I didn’t mind) he blew his hot cum down my throat. Five large wads of cum entered my mouth and it tasted slightly sweet but bleachy, I swallowed it all. Harry released his dick out of my mouth and I could see he was still leaking, so I took his cock into my mouth again and sucked him dry and clean.

 “Ah FUCK!” He hissed in pleasure as I done so.

 I stood up and began to put my shirt back on, Harry lay down on his bed. As I redressed, I felt awkward, confused and worried about all that just happened.

 He looked up and said “You going?”

“Erm yeah I have to get back.”

 “Don’t you wanna stay longer?”

 “No, I’m sorry.” I stormed out of his room down the stairs and out of his house putting on my shoes as I did.

 To be continued…