History

Christian

She’s been on at me again. Wants to go to the cinema after school and sit in the back row. I hope it’s not like it was last time. Constantly putting my hand on her crotch. I just wanted to watch the film and get it over with and go home, back to my room and watch tv in peace. 

I’ll make some excuses and stay home. That’s if they aren’t fighting again. Actually, fuck it. I’ll just go with her and play dumb. 

Only a few more weeks left of school, then I can do my own thing. Finally get away from here and move. Manchester - that’s where I need to be. Uni in Manchester - that’s my goal. No one knows me and I can do what I like. 

I’m sat in Mr. H’s history lesson. It’s dull but I can’t stop looking at his arse when he bends over. I shouldn’t be looking at it but I can’t help it. I like girls, I have a girlfriend, yeah, she’s annoying but I don’t want to be only guy in year 13 without one. It’s lame. He’s got such a round arse. I need to see what’s in there. I bet it’s hairy and…. Fuck, I don’t need to get hard now, we’re finishing up in five minutes. I adjust my jeans so it grows upward. That should work. 

‘Home work for tonight is to finish reading chapter 21. Write up your observations and have them ready for discussion in tomorrows class.’

Great. I know I’m not going to be able to do that and the cinema. I’ll blag it, can’t be that difficult. 

*Bell rings*

Ok, time to get out of here, go home, skim read the chapter and change. 

‘Christian, can I have a word, please?’ Shit, what now? He’s looking at me with those piercing blue eyes. Why do I find him so sexy? I hope my hard on isn’t showing. 

‘Yes sir?' Wait, did he just look down at my crotch? No. I’m making it up. 

‘You were late again on your last assignment and it’s not the quality I expect from you. I just wanted to see if you needed any support?’

‘No, I’m sorry sir. I’ve just got some stuff I’m dealing with at home. It won’t happen again.’

‘Ok, but if you need any help, please come to me before the deadline rather leaving things to the last minute. We can’t let your grades slip so close to exam time. Have you got someone you can talk to about your home situation?’

‘Yep.’ A lie. I could just tell him. Maybe it would get me in his good books and get me off my crappy assignment. 

‘Ok, remember what I said and make sure you finish tonight’s homework. See you tomorrow.’ I nod and leave the room. 

Excellent, Jenny and Olivia were stood outside and just looked me up and down and giggled as I walked past. I bet she’s said something about the cinema and me refusing to finger her in public. 

Waiting for the bus and she’s there - I was hoping I’d miss the bus and get the next one. 

‘Christian, come sit with me.’ I begrudgingly do it. She starts wittering on about the film, her day. I’m really not listening. 

Marcus just got on the bus, he’s so fit. Suddenly the whole front of the bus erupts, laughing, cheering and booing. Brian Gilligan strikes again. He pinched Marcus’ arse - not the best move. He got shoved off the bus and pushed to the ground. Poor lad but it looks like the driver wants to avoid trouble. He checks Brian isn’t badly hurt, shuts the door and pulls away. I watch as we pass Brian, still sitting on the ground, nursing a bruised elbow. 

I get off the bus, she’s been talking at me the whole way but I promise to meet her at 7.  Plenty of time to read and get my stuff sorted. 

As I approach the flat, I can hear them. Mum and my step dad tearing a strip off each other. Hopefully I’ll be able to sneak past and get to my room without being noticed. 

‘Oi, you. Get your skinny arse in here.’

‘Don’t talk to him like that.’

‘What? I need to do my homework.’ I slam my bedroom door and bolt it. He’ll forget about me in a minute, or mum will chuck him out again. He’s banging on the door pretty hard but I’ve put my headphones on and try to start reading. It failed, I fell asleep. 

6.45 - SHIT. It’s too late to get a bus. I throw on a clean T-shirt and run out the door. Running up the hill and to the cinema, arriving 10 minutes late. She’s pissed but we go in. Maybe I should be late more often, she didn’t make any moves. Either that or she’s put off by the fact that I smell like I’ve just done a full day of PE lessons. 

Brian is at the bus stop on the way home. He’s still in his uniform. Why is he here? It’s 9.30pm. He smiles, winks at me and I look away but not before checking out the bulge in his trousers. 

I tell her I’ll get the bus home with her. I know she gets the same bus as Brian. It’s way out of my way but I get the urge to be on that bus. Why am I trying to stand ahead of Brian in the queue? She’s not even trying to hold my hand, she’s obviously still pissed. She gets off the bus  with a see you tomorrow and a weak smile. I got away with it, for now. 

Brian’s still in the bus. His shirt is ripped on the elbow. I decide to go and say something. 

‘You really shouldn’t have done that earlier.’

‘What? Oh, Marcus. He’s a homophobic dick.’

We strike up a conversation about random school stuff and what he's doing in Drama and Art. His eyes keep pulling me in. Deep, dark brown and bright. When he’s looking away, I sneak another peak at his trousers. Paul told me his dick fell out of his shorts in PE last week. They’ve been taking the piss out of him behind his back ever since but it looks huge from where I’m sat. He’d have nothing to be ashamed of if it did. 

My stop is coming up. I make my excuses and leave. As I get off, I look back and he winks again. I smile. WHY did I smile? Jesus Christian, pull it together. As the bus pulls away, I look again. He’s staring straight at me with that stunning cheeky smile. 

Walking up to the flat, it’s quiet for a change. She’s obviously booted him out again. 

I get to my room, books splayed over my bed. I can’t deal with that now. I need to wank. It’s been a whole day since I blew my load and watching Mr. H’s arse along with staring at Brian’s bulge has got me horny. 

It doesn’t take long before I load up my wank sock thinking of Brian sucking my cock while he was fucking Mr. H. What is wrong with me!?

One year later…

I didn’t get into Uni. Mum and my step dad split up two weeks before my first exam. We moved twice to get away from him. I passed my exams but only barely. Didn’t have enough points to get anywhere. Mr. H helped me a lot. He’d spend time talking me through my options and encouraged me to talk through my problems with my friends and family. I didn’t do it all but his suggestions helped.

So here I am, working in a wine shop on a Saturday. Bored out of my brain the rest of the week. 

A lot’s happened in the last year. I split up with my girlfriend around the same time as everything else happened. She was only in it for herself. Being unreasonable and just a general pain in the arse. She got sick of me avoiding her and dumped me. No great loss. 

I got chatting to Brian over the summer. His mum works at the shop too. He’s a really nice guy and has a MASSIVE dick ;). 

I’ve finally realised why I was thinking those things about Mr. H and the others. I’m gay and so glad I’ve come out. Brian just laughed when I told him - he obviously knew. We started fooling around and went from there. We’ve been going out for 3 months now. His parents aren’t too happy about it but they seem ok with me. My mum is fine but has made it really clear that we’re not to do stuff in the flat - it’s a step too far. Which doesn’t leave us many options so sex is quick and dirty in parks and bushes.

It’s Brian’s end of school presentation tonight. I’ve been going up to school to meet him after his drama finals and art presentations. I’ve seen Mr. H a few times but not to talk to. I've tried not to stare too much. He’s lost some weight and looking fitter than ever. He’s worn short sleeve shirts both times. His arms are hairy - as we (Brian and I) expected. I told Brian about my fantasies about him and Mr. H - he agrees with me and is well up for getting fucked by him. He might be an older guy but he really is fit. I’ve decided to invite him for a drink with me and Brian once B leaves school. So it’s not awkward.

I arrive at school at 5pm. Everyone’s all dressed up. It’s weird being here but B asked me to come. Mr. H is buzzing around, he looked at me and smiled. The presentations were done and everyone either left or moved into groups. Jenny, Olivia and my ex are giving me daggers across the room. Maybe my tight T-shirt and camped up jeans were a bad idea but I don’t care.

B bounds over with his certificate and a giant smile on his face. More looks from the room - he looks much camper than I do for sure! His mum and dad come up and make conversation. I spot Mr. H and excuse myself while they talk to B.

‘Christian - good to see you again. What brings you up here?’

‘Just came up to see Brian Gilligan get his certificate. We’re kinda going out.’

‘Oh…. That’s good news. Congratulations.’ He looks a little awkward.

‘I was wondering if we could take you out for a drink. To say thank you for all the help you gave me. If it hadn’t been for our chats, I’d have struggled a lot more than I did.’

There was a long pause. I’m not sure why or what he was thinking but he eventually said yes and gave me his phone number to arrange it - out of view of the other teachers.

We said our goodbyes and I headed back to B and his parents.

About a week later, I called Mr. H and we chatted for over an hour. I told him about getting together with B and ‘accidentally’ let slip that we were struggling to get alone time. He offered to let us crash at his when we went for a drink in a couple of weeks. B practically came in his pants when I told him. He was so excited.