Harry my High School Crush

Chapter 3

Locker Rooms & Dates

Since the start of the new week, I was in the best moods I have ever been in a while. Me and Harry would pass each other in the halls and in class and we would give each other a smile. No one would know why and what was going on between us. It was our little secret. I enjoyed knowing this side to Harry no one else knows. To everyone else he was just Harry, cool, tough and to some annoying but to me he was my Harry, more than anyone else would know. Whenever he got in trouble in science, he would find his usual seat next to me but this time we would both tease one another under the table and the aim of our game is to not get or hide your erection from everyone else – the aim of the game is to get the other one hard and keep them hard. In PE when we play ball games, Harry would find a reason to throw the ball on my butt, his metaphoric way of touching or slapping me there.

 At the end of our last lesson of the day (PE) we all made our way to the locker rooms to get changed and then leave. Harry asked to stay back for half an hour more and use the rowing machine and treadmill before he could leave and the teacher allowed him to. I sat in the changing room as everyone was changing hurriedly, wanting to get out. They usually avoid showers at the end of the day because it meant spending more time in the school building.

 “Why are you not getting changed?” Luc asks.

 “Oh, I will. I’m just tired. I’ve been called back for maths intervention today by Mr Wilcox and he said if I miss it this time I will get detention, but I want to delay it as much as I can before I head up there.” I lie.

 “Oh, that sucks! I would stay back and wait but I just want to get home today, hope that’s ok?”

 “Of course.”

 As the room gets emptier there are two others left tying up their shoe laces, I then pretend to get changed and complain about ‘bloody Mr Wilcox and his maths intervention’. The boys leave and I am left in the now empty locker room by myself. I sit back down and wait for Harry, playing Temple Run on my phone to pass time.

Eventually the door opens and Harry walks in. His hair is damp with strands of his fringe sitting over his brows, his cheeks red from his workout, his breathing shallow but heavy and his arms and thighs looking big and strong like they always do after sports.

 “I thought you would have left…” He smiles now noticing me.

 “And miss out on this? Never!”

 “Miss out on what exactly?” He responds cheekily.

 I get shy and laugh to myself as I look down, unbale to maintain eye contact now.

 “Miss out on what?” He repeats laughing.

 “Never mind, it’s too embarrassing.”

 “No, you’ve got to tell me now. I’m not gonna let you out of here if you don’t – and you know I have the strength to do that!”

 “Ok fine!!” I say in surrender, as I begin talking, I am timid in my speech and quiet in tone. “I’ve…well I… I always imagined you coming back to the locker room and we…we do… stuff…”

Harry explodes in laughter “Bwahahahaha What!?? Hahahaha”

 “See I told you it’s embarrassing!!” I say now returning to my clothes on the bench.

 “No, no I’m sorry, it’s just I never realised you had those thoughts all these years and I never knew about it; I thought you hated me.” 

“I did, no I didn’t, you were annoying yes but I had a crush on you for years and thought those things – AHHH forget it please, this is embarrassing - I should have not said anything!”

 “No-no, don’t be embarrassed.” Harry reassures me as he comes into me now holding my arms. He pushes me backwards away from the centre where the benches are and pins me against the wall, he extends his right arm and places his right hand on the wall and then puts his left hand down around the back of my waist. “You mean like this...” He whispers smoulderingly as his shallow warm breaths caress my lips.

“Yes.” I respond catching my breath. “You have no idea how badly I wanted this.”

 The smell of Harry’s sweat after PE, his now erect bulge appearing out of his basketball short, his hair flopped down above his eyes and the animalistic desires he has of me - all encapsulates me from my imagination to this very moment which I do not want to end, I instantly get hard from all this. Harry leans down and comes in for a kiss, his soft lip’s part mine as I allow his tongue to slip into me. Our bodies press together and the heat from him lingers across my own. I can taste his mouth but no sooner does he retract away and begins to kiss my cheeks and neck and makes his way down passionately, pinching my skin with his lips making me moan softly. Harry pulls back and steps away slowly.

 “I need to shower.” He winks at me.

 As Harry walks away he continues to look at me, leaving me at the wall. He removes his clothes and stands in nude, playing with his cock in one hand before entering the cubicle. As the steam of the hot shower begins to disperse across the room I walk across and undress. I open the shower door and Harry stands there facing forwards with his head under the shower head, eyes closed. I wrap my hands across his chest and he grabs them in shock and turns around with a grin on his face. He closes the door and pushes me back against it and kisses me again.

 I get down on my knees and push Harry back, the water sprays his backside and patters across the floor below me. I take his slippery and erect shaft into my hands and as I maintain eye contact, I swallow his dick whole into my mouth, not caring about my gag reflexes.

 “Woooaahhh” Harry moans, placing his hands below my jaws.

 I slide the tip of my tongue across his shaft to the tip of his head, underneath and then to his balls - teasing him.

 I begin to bob my head back and forth on his erect meat tasting the fresh sweat being washed away as I do. Harry lifts me up from under my arms and pushes me against the shower wall.

 “Bend over!” he commands.

 As I do, he slaps my ass cheek, this catches me off guard and it stings as he does so. Harry guides his cock into my asshole and I accept it with ease, he slides it in and out a few times slowly until he is able to maintain speed.

 “Ah fuck, you’re so tight, I love your ass. Ughhhh”

 I spread my legs further apart. “Aah Harry, give it to me, give it to me hard. I deserve it. Do you remember that time (I say catching my breath) I called you a dickhead and pushed you, but you walked away…”

 “Yea..uhh”

 “I don’t know why you didn’t fight me, but this is your revenge Harry, give it to me good, teach me a lesson!”

 “Huhh.”” He scoffs “Ok.”

 Harry slaps my ass again, this time harder and then he begins to smash his balls against my cheeks, thrusting harder than ever. “You were a bad little boy!” he yelled. As he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.

 “Don’t ever push me again you hear.” 

“Yess Harry!”

 “I have to teach you this little lesson, you understand.”

 “Yes! Give it to me”

 “Agh Agh Agh” he grunted with each thrust.

 “HARDER!!” I yell.

 I feel his pubes against my cheeks as he dives deeper and harder.

 “Fuck I’m gonna shoot, quick get on your knees!!”

 I quickly turn around and get on my knees. Harry continues by jerking his cock off and then his hot cum splatters across my face from the corner of my right eye brow, across my nose and the corner of my left lip. More cum lands on my hair, chin and I manage to grab some into my mouth, tasting his sweet juices on my tongue.

 Harry pants heavily with his eyes closed, I take his now limp cock into my mouth and clean him up – wanting to taste the remainder of his juices. Harry looks down on me and tells me to wait there. As he returns, he has his phone.

  “Can I take a photo of you like this?”

 “W-why??” I ask.

 “You look cute like this and hot with my cum across your face, I want to always remember it.”

 I smile and allow him to. We both finish showering and cleaning each other and get changed and leave.

*

 Harry walks me to my bus stop, as I wait for my bus, he waits with me.

 “You know we never really went out at all.”

 “You mean like a date?” He whispers. 

“Not exactly but yeah. We’ve only hung out in your house or at school.”

 “Do you want to go out?” He asks.

 “Mm-hmm”

 “I’ll tell you what, why don’t we go to Creams after school tomorrow, just the two of us?” (Creams is a dessert bar not far from our school).

 “Okay that sounds nice.” I say.

 The bus arrives and I wave Harry off as I get on.

 ***

 Its 3:45pm the next day and I’m waiting for Harry at the bus stop. The sun is shining and the blossoms have begun blooming. I’m not much for flowers or this weather, but after the bleak winter we have had, I really appreciate the cheerful spring and warmth. Harry walks down and crosses the road.

 “Let’s walk, it’s a nice day.”

 “Okay.” I say.

 On our walk we exchange talk about today’s mock exam, Harry feels that he didn’t do well and hardly studied for the test, I reassure him and tell him no matter what the results are we should do study sessions together as I think it could help, he agrees.

At Creams, we grab a table at the back, the walls are covered in mirrors, the booths are large and pink and the floor, tables and ceilings are black, it is basically nightclub meets American style diner, sounds trashy but cool to us. ‘We Are Young’ by FUN is playing on the speakers.

 “What you getting?” Harry asks.

 “Erm, I don’t know you decide…” I say, overwhelmed by the menu.

 “Do you want to get something separate or to share?

 “We can share.”

 “Hi there, welcome to Creams! What can I get you both today?” The waitress asks.

 Harry orders. “Can we get the Chocolatier Sundae with two spoons and two small Creams shakes please.”

 “Two spoons? To share the Sundae.” The waitress questions.

 “Yeah, is that a problem?” Harry says, now annoyed.

 “No, no problem, I just wanted to be sure.” As the waitress walks away Harry’s face drops, he is now annoyed and bothered.

 “Hey, are you okay? Don’t let her get to you.”

 “I just don’t understand why people think people of our age can’t date the same sex, its bloody 2013! She wouldn’t have said anything if that was a boy and girl.”

 I grab Harry’s hands and gently rub them. “Forget about it, if we stayed in this mood every time someone is ignorant then we would never be happy, we have to learn to ignore it.”

I examine Harry’s hands. They are firm, soft but large. His finger nails seem tidy, but some are jaggered from a poor attempt of cutting his nails. He has a paper cut on his thumb which looks fresh.

 “When did that happen?”

 “Oh, last period.”

 “I wish I knew I would have helped to make it better.”

 “In front of everyone…?”

 “Well, we are not near anyone now?”

“And how exactly could you make it better, with a plaster?”

 “Noooo”

 I look around and notice the empty place with one other couple occupying the booth on the other side, the backrests are deep and tall so no one could see us. I take Harry’s thumb to my lips and blow on the cut and then I take it into the opening of my mouth and gently suck on it.

 “uhuugh what are you doing?” Harry smiles, containing his laughter, as his eyes go weak and flutter in pleasure.

 “Trying to make it better.” I continue to suck and kiss softly.

 The heels of the waitress come towards us; Harry takes his thumb out of my mouth. As she places our desserts down, I take out hand sanitizer from my bag and hand it over to Harry, who uses it and is stung as it touches his cut. We make a start on our sundae and I question Harry for why he had gotten us shakes along with it as it was too much, his response – we deserve it.

 “Since I brought it up yesterday, I wanted to ask you about that incident where I pushed you last year.”

 “Why do you even remember that?” He questions.

 “Harry, I pushed YOU. Everyone knows if someone gets on the wrong side of you, that you won’t let it down. So, I was scared of what your reaction would be but shocked when you walked away.”

 “Okay, and?”

 “Well, why didn’t you do anything. Why did you walk away?”

 “Because I deserved it.”

 “No-no-no-no-no. You deserve it mostly all the time, you don’t let anyone get away with something like that. What was so different about that time.”

 Harry remained quiet and was digging the ice cream with his dessert spoon, I waited for the answer.

 “Maybe……. because……….maybe because I liked you. And maybe it’s because you had balls to start with me, only certain people start with me, no one expected you to and I respected that. That you are not afraid.”

“You liked me then?”

 “That’s what you took away from all that.” He said with a straight face. I gazed at him surprised.

 “Yes, I liked you then - ok, I’ve always liked you. It’s just... you know how it is.” He said embarrassingly.

 “I know. I’m shocked, I’ve liked you for all these years and yet I had no idea you liked me, or boys!!” I now had the biggest grin on my face.

 “Stop that.”

 “What?”

 “That, that cute face you do when you stare at me.”

 “I have a cute face??” I knowingly added questions, teasing Harry, but also, I am astonished by the comments I have received.

 “You’ve got something there.” He said.

 “Where?”

 “There.” Harry rubs ice cream over my nose with the back of his spoon and begins to laugh. I freeze with my mouth wide open in shock.

 “I can’t believe you just did that.”

 “Here let me get it.” As he continues to laugh, he leans over the table and rubs my nose with a napkin, with his hand on my chin, he tilts my head up and kisses me deeply. I go red, surprised by his kiss in public.

 “Yooooo!!” I turn back and notice Nick, Josh and Kenny walk in. Harry hides his spoon and pushes the sundae towards me and swiftly places his shake in front of him.

 “What are you fellas doing here?” Harry asks.

 “We just came from Miss Monica’s detention and this Brat wanted to come here so we all just came.” Josh says, pushing Kenny as he refers to him. They all sit at the booth across from us and stare at me.

 “Are we interrupting something here?” Josh sniggers, the others join him.

 “No, what do you mean?” Harry asks defensively.

 “Nah, it’s just you two don’t normally hang out that’s all.”

 “Oh, Jay’s cool. We just bumped into each other, I was going to get a shake to go but ended up talking and decided to chill.”

 “Skeen.” Josh replies (Slang of that time, meaning ok whatever in a sarcastic tone)

 The boys all talk and order shakes, I put my spoon into the sundae dish, I look over at Harry who mouths ‘S-O-R-R-Y’ to me, we sit there in silence for a few moments and I sip my shake.

 “Yo Jay, is it true that you don’t have a BlackBerry?” Kenny asks.

 “No I don’t.”

 The three begin to laugh, I remain silent. Harry goes red, but knowing what phone I have he says nothing yet.

 “So what phone do you have?” Kenny asks.

 “ – A Nokia Brick!” Josh follows.

 They all laugh loud again.

 “No, I have an iPhone 5.” I say, they all stop laughing.

 “What so just because you have an iPhone, you think you are better than us, is that it!” Kenny says, annoyed.

“Who said anything about being better? You asked, I answered.” I replied.

 “You think you’re a smart ass now yeah!” Kenny stands up.

 Harry intervenes. “Sit down Kenny. Are you hearing yourself. Don’t act dumb. You asked him a question and just because you didn’t like the answer you wanna do something about that!?”

 Kenny sits down, embarrassed by the confrontation from Harry. I excuse myself and go to the toilet. When I return, I stop by the toilet area which is not far from our seat and I hear Kenny talk to Harry.

 “Why are you hanging out with that loser. If you weren’t here, I would have decked him!”

 “No one is going to deck Jay. You started it, I don’t see why you had to pick on him over what phone he had… look I know he’s not like us but –“

 “- He’s nothing like us.” Kenny interrupts “people like him bring our image down, we don’t associate ourselves with him or his friends. And anyways, why are you defending him, you’ve only spoken to him for two seconds.” Harry now remains silent.

I come out and grab my bag. “I’ve got to go.”

 “No, Jay don’t leave.” Harry calls out.

 “It’s ok, stay with your friends!” I say, staring into Harry’s eyes as I walk out.

 “Let him go.”

 “You know what FUCK OFF Kenny!!” Harry goes to the front, pays the bill and leaves.

To be continued..