Not a bad senior year after all

Morning shone bright and clear and a bit cold. I dragged myself from bed, took my sport bag and went to school. Dad drove me on route to the mask. I could afford a car but he said only after high school. He claimed that earned him a few more moments with me every morning.  Who was I to argue?

I entered the locker rooms, changed to my speedo and headed to the pool zone. I stopped at mid track, seeing a very unusual sight – something was moving beautifully in the water. Could it… is it possible? I came close and figured it's gotta be him. The mass that was moving inside the water was long and graceful. And quick. Oh so quick. A shark. No. a dolphin. He wasn't fighting with the water, like the way he walked, it looked like the water carried him. It seems so effortless the way he swam.

"Alla, what are you planning?" I mumbled.

I entered the water and started my routine. I'm a good swimmer, and I think I have a good body, and good style. But him. Is he even human?

Practice this time was hard. I tried not to look but his body was there. Everywhere. His bathing suit was simple yet sexy. Bluish trunks, that clanged to his body, hiding but not doing such a good work with his dick. Even when flaccid it seems this guy is packing a monster.

I stopped like always on 7:40, and dragged myself to the shower. I heard some rustling and as I went in to my booth I realize he entered to. I went in, my back turned to him. God just no hard on right now I will die.

I heard him start the shower and then after a couple of minutes I heard him close the water and then he was near. I sensed him. "Hi, Aali?" (again with the precise way my name should be said. And that voice). My cock twitched. I turned my head, and saw him with all his glory. And my goodness, his cock was beautiful. And cut!.

As far as I knew I was the only cut student in school, and couple that with arab boy (and gay)  – well, not easy high school experience. Dad always says it good for the character and it will remind me constantly that I'm different. In his eye, that's of course because we're Muslim. Mom said I should not tell him anything right now. She is sure he will accept but it will be not easy for him. I should wait till I have somebody serious. Anyways there is no way I will have sex under his roof before I'm married so…

Eh.. em.. what was his name? his cock twitched a little too, and he didn't even flinch. His 8 pack flat stomach was wet and shiny and I knew my cock has started to grow so didn't turn my whole body. "you swim amazingly, Aali. I'm so happy I found somebody so in shape that can actually be a competition". I blushed, this guy thinks I'm a competition to him? I looked to see if maybe he was playing me but his face looked genuine and sincere. "Thanks man. Have you been assigned to a class yet?"

-"Nope. We spoke and she saw my credentials and marks etc and she said she needed to think about it. I hope my grades are good enough to get to the acceleration program. You're where? Wouldn't be surprised if you are there." Blushed again. He thinks I'm smart. Well. he already displayed good judge of character before.

"Yeah. Goodluck. It will be nice to see you there".

-"Definitely. See you around, Aali." He said seriously. I turned, forgetting my hard situation, and he was already walking away. His amazing ass on full view. Small, round, flexing. I turned slowly. I will have to get rid of that hard on. It's going to be very easy this time.

I knew the moment Mrs. Leopold came in, a bit flashed I must admit. Tiny as she is, her presence was commanding, but she seemed to have a merry quality to her walking, a quality that I guessed came from the human giant that walked right after her. Jesse. This dude made everybody lightheaded.

He actually had to dunk a bit to walk through the door. And I thought I was tall. I'm 6'2". This dude gotta be 6'7" or 8". Wow. Definitely European. Our basketball captain picked the potential immediately, and since he didn't witness the little scene before he made eye contact. Examining. I heard the wheels turning inside his head. If this guy can play, he would be a perfect add-on to the team. He smiled his bro smile and waited.

Not the smartest pea in the pile but a decent guy. At least when his friends from the team were not around. And once in a while he would even distract them from a good bash the Arab gay kid session.

Jesse waited near the entrance. His pose was perfect. One hand in his pocket, a bit shy, and his head was a bit tilted down and to the side, a cool smile hovers on his lips. This dude was something. The girls were of course all drooling. I had to make a conscious effort not to join them.

Again, Gotta notice his package. That is the only area where the jeans weren't even a bit tight. If they were, this guy would be extremely uncomfortable. The bulge was obvious but modestly arranged.

Mrs. Leopold cleared her throat, and made the introduction -

"Hi everyone, I'd like you to meet Jesse B. Mosinzon. He is from Jerusalem-Israel, and his father is a Scientist who is going to work for the institute for applied science on campus.
he is going to spend this year with us. I expect all to be nice." is she flirting with him? god. this is embarrassing. but who can blae her? 

wait. what?

He is from Israel? Jerusalem? Al-Kuds? A jew? I suddenly felt a bitter taste in my mouth. From all the places in the world, this godlike creature has to be a Jew? And from Palestine? You are cruel sometimes Allah, cruel.

"Jesse? It is customary to allow a quick Questions to help get to know a new student when he joins us, as a welcoming ceremony. is it ok?"

"That is a very good idea, Thanks Mrs Leopold". Again with the bass, manly, sexy voice. Yum yum. he is a jew! and israeli!

"As a short introduction, as Mrs Leopold said, my father is involved with some science project and I got to tag along and spend this year in this beautiful town of yours. Looking forward to it. I play basketball, swim, love the outdoor and grew up around brits so that’s why my accent and dialect a bit funny. Your turn." He looked at Anna, one of the "Swannies" and the most popular kid in class, smiling that gorgeous smile of his, and nailing it again.

This was magic. It took her a couple of seconds, which was very unusual to a her, to think of a question. Hell, to respond. It was so funny I forgot for a minute my disappointment.

"So you are from Jerusalem? Israel? The holy city? Isn’t it dangerous there now?"

I breathed in. that questioned was almost rude. Very unlike Anna. I held my breath. What will he say?

Mrs Leopold interfered immediately. "Ms. Hodginson, this is a public school. As you may well know, we do not ask political questions here!". Mrs leopold was, as we all were, very curious. Though. You could have heard it in her voice.

"Mrs Leopold" – Jesse said, smiling at her.
"I am used to this kind of questions, and as an Israeli, we appreciate honesty above all else. I am not offended in the least and Ms hodginson has given me a good opportunity to answer a question Im sure many are curious about.

My dad is actually an Arabic from Syria. His mother was jewish and his father muslim. I grew up in a multicultural house. The situation in Israel is complicated, and like many surrounding state, there is some unrest. As a democratic state I am sure it will be solved in a few years. The project my father is involved in is actually related tot that – it has to do with new ways to supply water and it is with full cooperation of scientists from all around the world including Egyptians, Jordanians and a few more from other countries that I can't reveal their involvement.

So yes. I am from Jerusalem, actually from the old city, but it's quite safe. In a way safer than a lot of places in the USA."

Eh. Diplomatic son of a bitch. But I was relived. And the Syrian father story – and the fact his from Israel – will explain why he pronounce my name so well. And he is Muslim technically – the thought crossed my mind with no prompting. Why is this so important to me all of a sudden?

The rest of the day went smoothly. He was sitted on the current empty chair near Lindsey, the class nerd. He didn't seem to mind. She definitely didn't. lucky girl.

I'm sure by tomorrow someone more popular will be sitted near him. That is how things worked. By the way everybody was looking at him – he would be prom king this year.

I was disappointed. And why not? The opening scene was amazing, and now the second scene seemed to shuffle all the cards back. This is real life. Not a love movie. Why is god like that sometimes?

And I'm sure he was nice out of politeness this morning. He is, I'm sure, a political hound. He proved it with Anna.