The bell rang to go to first period as soon as I walked on to campus it was the first day of the second grading period and I was not feeling it today. The night before I was at a party my ass off, I was trying to get one of the hot closeted guys to fool around and experiment but I guess they caught on and didn't fall for it. By the time I dragged myself into class and sat down the bell rang and opened my binder to get out the calendar we always had to fill out when I realized I had a new partner. The more I looked at him the more I wanted him, oh gosh he was so hot, he was the perfect shade of golden brown, he had medium length dark brown almost black hair and it was pushed to one side, he had brown eyes which was okay I guess, and then there was his voice I could just listen to him talk for hours it was just a huge turn on. After I realized that I was checking him out for just a little too long I stuck my hand out and said "Hi I'm Tate. Tate Matthews."
"I'm Andrew Richardson but my friends just call me Drew." He replied while shaking my hand.
"I'm going to apologize if I'm not all here today, partied last night." I said.
"It's all good, used to do the same shit back in Oregon."
"Oh, did you just move here?"I asked.
"Yeah just moved in last week if like my third day here. I had to drop out of chem because I missed so much while moving." He replied.
"Okay guys enough chit chat finish writing the calendar down and let's get started." Mr. Gilles said over the class.
It was very hard to concentrate on what Mr. Gilles was talking about. One minute i was thinking about the different rock types the next it was how much I wanted him to whip his big cock out so I can suck it. Oh my gosh all I wanted was to rip his clothes off and do unspeakable things to him, my day was instantly better knowing that I get to go to first period and have him sitting right next to me. I honestly didn't know if I was going to learn anything in this class while sitting by him, I was already making every excuse possible to sneak a peak at him sitting there watching and listening intently so intently. 'Whoops my pencil fell again, looks like I get to pick it up and stare at his butt.... Again.'
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Over the next few weeks we became what some would call friends, I still took every opportunity I could to check him out. He had this style, it was just so intoxicating the way he spoke, and laughed, and the way he dressed especially when he wore shoes with no socks, usually I would think that it's gross but with him he wore it so good. We had seen each other at a couple parties and exchanged a head nod or two but nothing more, I wanted to know about him, where he went for lunch? Does he have friends? Who are they? Does he drive? But the most important question there was, was is he gay? As I was asking myself these questions my train of thought was interrupted by the words I've been dreading to hear all year long. "Every one get your stuff were moving seats!" Exclaimed Mr. Gilles.
