I walked through school shaking slightly. No one knows. Yesterday I had one of the greatest experiences of my life and no one knows. I felt giddy inside, like I had a giant secret that could turn around this entire school's hierarchy, and I wanted to shout it out in the middle of the hall and see what happens. But I'm not gonna do that, I'm not crazy.
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But anyway, some backstory (if you don't care and just want to get to the sexy then skip this): Hi, my name is Isaac. Isaac Cox. Unfortunate name, I know, but fitting as you'll know in a moment. I'm 18 years old and a senior in high school. And, as you maybe might've guessed from the last story, I'm gay. *gasp* I know. I enjoy the dick. I saac cox. Do you see it now? Anyway, I've known for a while. At my school, I'm out, but not like, out out. Like, if someone asks if I'm gay, I'll say yes, but I don't go around with a rainbow cape and vogueing going YASS KWEEN THE HAUS DOWN BOOTS FOR YOUR NERVES HALLELOO MAMA YES GAWD OKURRRRR *tongue pop*. But most people know I'm gay. Another thing about me is, I have a thing for "straight" jocks (that's an emphasis on the quotation marks). ClichΓ©, I know. I just like big sweaty muscular men who, in one situation, may call me a fag, but in another, may take me to poundtown. Like in a good way. And finally, I'm a virgin. Again, shocking, I know. And, up until yesterday, I had never sucked a dick. *gasp* again! Who knew I was so good at it? (I did. I watched a video and practiced on a cucumber I stole from the kitchen). But now I have, and now I'm in this weird state where I don't hang out with this guy but we're definitely gonna fuck again.
All of this started the day before yesterday at school. I got out of class to go to the bathroom and went to a stall. While I was in there someone else came in, and as I walked out of the stall he was standing in front of me. Bryce Miller. He's an 18 year old senior who I've seen around the school. He's also one of those aforementioned jocks I talked about, and he's extremely buff and way bigger than me. Also very hot, but that's beside the point. I bumped into his chest and looked up at him surprised. Quickly that surprise turned into fear. I started to say "sorry", but he cut me off.
"You're gay, right?" he says in a tone that makes me question whether I should lie to him or not. But a small flicker of hope -- or desire, he was very hot and I'm an optimist -- in me decided to tell him the truth.
"Uh, yeah?" I said questioningly. Am I about to get beat up in the school bathroom?
"Cool. Meet me tomorrow at 4 in the south bathroom on the second floor of the mall. Tap your foot twice under the stall. I'll be there." he said, and walked away.
"uuhhhh...what?" He left the bathroom. I'm standing here with a flabbergasted look on my face. I don't know what just happened. Did I just get propositioned? In the school bathroom? Am I about to hook up? In the mall bathroom? Why are so many things happening in bathrooms?
I shook myself. It's finally happening. I don't know whether to say thank you to God or Satan because honestly I prayed to both and I have no idea which one did this. I'm nervous. Whatever. I'm shaking as I wash my hands. I've decided. I'll go and see what happens.
So the next day I went, and you saw what happened. Pretty hot, right? I still can't believe I did it! And he kissed me, too! My first kiss, actually. Not how I imagined it, but not complaining.
But I've been rambling. Here's what happened the day after...
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I walked through school, down the hall, to my locker. It felt so weird, having such a big thing happen in your life and then nobody knowing about it. I opened my locker and got my books out. I also got my phone out. I'd put his number in my contacts, but I was too afraid to text him. I was about to close it when I got a message. It was Bryce! I swiped to read it. "Look up". I looked, and there he was. Across the hallway at his locker, looking at me discreetly. He probably saw I was looking at my phone and took the opportunity. My phone vibrated. Another message. "Meet me at 4:30 in the gym locker room. It's after practice ends. We won't be seen. Lock the door behind you."
The locker room?! I mean, I'd fantasized as much as the next gay guy about a fuck in the locker room, all the naked guys, the smell, the jockstraps... Okay, maybe I do want this. But still! At school? What if we were discovered? Although, that kind of did add a little more thrill to it...
I looked back up again, a panicked expression on my face, but he was gone. And so were most people. The tardy bell was about to ring and I couldn't be late for class. I got my backpack and went to chemistry, my head reeling. To be honest, I don't remember much of what we did at school that day. I mostly just zoned out thinking about yesterday and about what was about to happen. And I got hard that day. A lot. It became a problem.