BOYS OF ETERNITY: First Encounter (Part 1)
Hi! I'm Emmett! Just a regular boy in a downhome town of the state of Missouri. I don't really have a Southern accent, because I'm Asian, and I grew up listening to my parents speak their language from the Philippines.
My Senior year started not too long ago, and I just turned eighteen. As an only child, I learned to love music by getting lost in it, and also by getting lost in my video games. I never considered myself super hot, but I have been told that I'm cute by a few people, mainly online. I'm 5'8" and skinny, and I bleached my hair blonde. At this point, I just tell people that I was born that way. And Emmett? I know. It's not very Filipino, but a thing or two must've rubbed off on my parents from being in this town for so long.
Even before my first day of high school, I knew I was into other boys. Of course, I just figured it was something I could never really experience. Growing up in this small town of Missouri, you could never be "out". It was looked down on by the teachers, students and the community as a whole. And this is why I went full force into studying music, instead of chasing boys. It was two to three hours a day of running scales, reading music and learning as much as I could.
My first three years of high school had come and gone, and I was excited to be back in school, preparing for college next year. Band was first period. It was like a family of 120 members that stuck together each year. One day, as I neared the door to the band room, I could hear the noises of instruments being blown and students running around and shouting. Upon entering, I was greeted by my usual friends. It felt like any other day to me. That is, until I saw a new face in the crowd! "Who is that?!" I thought to myself.
At first sight, I felt like my head was being rewired, and fireworks were going off inside me. He was by far, the most beautiful boy I had ever seen, and my breath was instantly taken away. Standing behind one of the snare drums in the back of the room, he was holding a pair of drumsticks. His sandy brown hair was straight and neat, and it hung partially over his face. I could tell he was slightly taller than me, probably 5'10", and his thin build, androgenous look and skinny jeans made my heart pump faster and faster. He leaned over to one of the other drummers and gave him a high-five while they joked around and talked before class started.
The moment I saw him, it was as if the breath inside me was sucked out, and a surge of electricity was firing away inside of my spine, causing my body to tingle in ways I had never before felt. This new feeling was animalistic and primordial, and it was starting to show from the bulge in my jeans. Slowly, I turned my back so that I could adjust myself. After I shifted my cock and pulled my shirt down to cover myself as best I could, I turned back around and focused my eyes on him. I heard somebody yell his name out. "Yo! Your name's Alex?"
Alex whirled around and grinned. It was such an adorable and boyish smile, and my legs went weak. He put his hand up and waved. "Oh, hey! Yeah, I'm Alex!"
They talked for a few minutes. And while I was talking to an old friend, my glance kept shifting back toward Alex. At one point, he glanced my way. Our eyes seemed to lock for a couple of seconds before he looked away. And then, all conversation was drowned out by the onslaught of instruments warming up and excited kids with loud voices. Band was about to start, and our teacher was already standing up at the podium. I took my seat as First-Chair Saxophone, a position I earned last year when I beat out all the others in my section. As I sat down, I smiled to myself and knew that I had eye candy for the rest of the school year. I also knew that as the days would come and go, I'd most likely get to know that new boy pretty well.
It was a daily ritual. I'd show up for Band, and so would he, and all of us would march through the streets every morning, practicing for a state Marching Band competition. The days passed and turned into weeks and months. And soon, he found himself in similar circles of friends with me - band geeks and a few hoodlums. Alex and I were friendly with each other, and he was always cool with me. I'd found out that he was the same age as me, eighteen, and that his family had moved here from Michigan. He also stayed fit by playing basketball and running track. Me, on the other hand... I stayed away from sports. I was a total music nerd.
After the past couple of months of jerking off to his cute face at night, I knew that all my desires were only a fantasy inside of my own mind, and that every time I blew my wad off at home to the sight of Alex, that fantasy would end. It sucked, but it was all that I had. I had accepted the fate of a small-town boy with gay tendencies.
It was all I had, but it was MY fantasy. I'd lie in bed at night and picture him on top of me, staring at me with his shirt off. His fingers would slowly caress my nipples, causing my body to writhe and wiggle around. By this time, my dick was always hard and ready to shoot. But the longer I could hold off, the more I could be lost in this beautiful fantasy. Seeing how his touch pleasured me, he would lean in closer and smile at me, just before his wet tongue penetrated my lips. Kissing him was like Time itself coming to a halt, and the heavens opening up. Our kisses usually lasted for a few minutes, and he would always slowly work his way down to my dick. He'd kiss my neck, then my chest, and his tongue would flick around my nipples.
As I lay in bed jacking myself off, I pictured his tongue licking my belly button, just before his mouth would engulf my cock. And always, by this time, my body would lose control and shake, and my cum would blast my own face, dripping down and into my mouth for me to taste. This was my usual fantasy and how it almost always ended.
