Disclaimer: Adult content, please leave if you are under aged. Also, there is gay sex in this story. If you don't like it, no one is forcing you to read it. You have come to the right site though, as there are hundreds of other stories that you might prefer. This story is a work in progress, and I will continue to write more if you guys like it. All characters are over 18 and fictional, the inspirations come from a mixture of different fantasies I have had in my head and decided to write down. I hope you enjoy!
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Lucas:
RIIING!
I sighed as the warning bell rang for class, having much preferred to have kept spending time talking to everyone else about what they did over Spring Break instead of going back to the daily grind of classes.
"LUCASSS!" I heard a familiar voice call. I turned around just in time to get tackled by a giant hug. Normally not one for all of that physical contact, I did make an exception for one of my best friends.
"Did you hear that Mrs. Anderson had her baby?" Olivia's voice was filled with excitement.
"What? When? I thought It wasn't due for another week or two!"
We walked down the hall towards our English class as she filled me in.
"So our new sub might be permanent, cuz Mrs. Anderson had always been talking about retiring and the new baby might be that final push. Also..." She stopped me as we neared the door, "I heard the new sub is like, super hot."
My interest was finally piqued. Even though I was still in the closet, a few of my closest friends knew that I was gay. English was definitely my least favorite class, but having some eye-candy rather than a pregnant forty-something-year-old would definitely make my senior year finish quicker.
I heard a small intake of breath and felt Olivia's hand squeeze my shoulder as we entered.
"OMG he's so hot," she whispered, "and totally our type."
It took me a moment before I realized who she was talking about. At first, I barely registered him as a teacher, only singling him out as the only one in the room I didn't know. He looked barely older than some of the other students in the school, especially since he was wearing jeans and a tee shirt. I did see what Olivia was talking about though. He was around an inch taller than I was, so 6 foot or so and he had a thin build, yet I could still see some definition of his muscles. He looked too young to be teaching high school, but there was something about the way that he held himself that gave off a more mature aura.
We sat down at our cluster of tables that belonged our usual group of friends. The chatter mainly consisted of talk about what colleges everyone had been accepted into and which each were planning to accept. As our school was very competitive and this was an honors class, it wasn't surprising that most got into their first choices.
My mind wandered as I stared at the other side of the room, my eyes landing at the sight of the new teacher. For some strange reason, there was something about him that really got me enthralled. He was currently surrounded by a group of girls, each flirting with various levels of tact, which allowed me to scan him up and down unnoticed. He had short brown hair, dark eyes, and slight stubble around his strong jawline. His shoulders weren't so large as to stress the fabric of his shirt, but his pecs did push his tee out slightly and I could see the faint outline of where his nipples pointed through. The shirt he wore accented his tapered waistline and urg... those jeans. While they did show off his rear and a slight bulge, the looseness of the jeans hid any more information. I guess I just had to fill it in with my head.
It wouldn't be hard. Being 18 and having and having constant urges without a way to release them was incredibly frustrating, especially after that vacation with my family. So much to look at, so much I had to hide from my parents.
"Guess who's going to still be schoolmates next year?"
I was snapped out of my daydream as an arm pulled me to the side. Aiden had came up next to me and pulled my shoulder towards his.
"Really? That's awesome!" Olivia squealed.
I looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. "Did you really?"
He sat down across from me and gave me a giant smile. "You didn't make it easy!"
"How is that my fault?" I asked.
He gave a small chuckle. "Normally," he started, "When someone places 2nd in nationals for diving and is in the top 5 people of a student body of 800, Yale is glad to accept them. However, it's much harder when Lucas freaking Astor, Mr. "top swimmer in the nation" that was scouted as a freshman and valedictorian and student body president AND three time art competition winner also goes to the same school as you."
I put my hands up guiltily, "Okay, okay, I get it."
"No, you don't get to go away scot-free! After being wait-listed for early acceptance, I basically had to beg them to let me in."
"Hey, you got offers from every other school," I quipped.
"But," he said with a glint in his eye, "How else was I supposed to stay with my best friend?"
His face settled into a natural smirk. As much of an over-exaggerated hassle he could be, it was that loud and obnoxious personality that I grew up and became friends with. Aiden was leaning back on his chair, and as I scanned his broad shoulders and freshly tanned skin, there was no question of how perfect a specimen he was. Unfortunately, everyone else also saw it as well and Aiden had little control of himself when approached by anyone who met his low bar.
Before our banter could continue, a sharp bell rang and our attentions were focused on the front of the room.