“Good morning everyone, and welcome to Social Studies 21-B.” Said the crazy looking men who walked in, and everyone sighted in disdain. “Take out your notebooks. The class is about to begin.” And everyone sighted deeply, again.
That class felt like an eternity, and so did the next one and the one who followed. I just kinda followed James all over the place and sat along him. As it turned out we had the same schedule. Some people chatted with us on the hallways or on class, everyone kept asking rom where was I from, or why did I moved and overall offering me guidance and help. Everyone seemed to be interested on me and would want to have small talk, but not James. James just sorta stood there, with his breathtaking looks, and as I realized, made certain people uneasy.
“People is quite nice here…” I said to James as we walked to the cafeteria, already tired of the silence between us.
“I guess they are… yeah.” He said, and fixed his hair back. “But they’re just seeking for your attention.”
“”Why would they?” I asked him, but he just looked at me and then looked back again. To be honest… It might sound douchey and hollow to say so, but I knew what he meant. As soon as we pulled onto the parking slot, my social status built itself up. Mike’s friends were the monarchy of this place. They were your typical ‘clique’ group. And I knew it, and I knew people were interested in me because they were somebody.
Everyone at the table had bought something from the pastry stand, or from the not-at-all-healthy dispensing machine. And it seemed that everyone at the table sat with their partner ridiculously displaying their love by feeding each other or rubbing their noses, which was (lowkey) sickening to witness. Everyone, except James and me. James sat at my side, eating a frosted cupcake occasionally bumping his elbows with mine and with his leg pressing against mine, on the crowded table space.
“Are you signing up for any varsity team?” James asked. After all, we had the same schedule because we both took part of a team. So we had to take a few different classes from the rest.
“For the swimming team.” I said, to a mouthful of chips.
"Did you won anything from your previous school?”
“A couple of medals, yeah…”
“You must be good then.” He said, giving me the briefest of smiles. GOD, WAS HE BEAUTIFUL.
“Uhmm… I guess you could say that… yeah.”
“I could tell.” He finally said. I didn’t knew what he meant, partly because he didn’t looked like he had anything else to say and partly because just then Vlad started to talk with James about some previous match, and some previous plays from the game.
That afternoon I signed up for the swimming team, and spent about 45 minutes sitting on the grades, listening to the coach speech about how the team’s performance hadn’t been the greatest. They won a few medals alright, but nothing too worth speaking off. It would had been a boring speech if it wasn’t for the oddly good looks of the coach. He was a middle aged guy, with a strong physique, muscular arms and broad shoulders, that made it obvious he took good care of his body. His gray started to show on his black short hair which framed his grey eyes and tanned skin.
After his speech he had me stand up in from of the team for all to know me better. It was a small team, a sophomore, two juniors and four seniors (some of whom I recognized from my classes) but they worked like a swiss watch. They had great techniques and great performance. They were great, but nothing like my good ol’ team.
And to be honest, the whole day had only made me miss Marcos more, so I took my phone out after practice and re-read our chat. Everything came back to me, that eventful night where everything changed for bad. The night I bumped with Devon, my big crush from younger times, the night the secrets from Mike unveiled for me, and how the truth blew my mind (literally) the night I took him on my mouth and drove him wild… The night were driven by lust, I took Marco’s virginity once and for all, a night where we had the best sex of our lives and then… The night when I blew it all up with us.
-First day school and I’m already missing u :’(
-Wish you would talk to me
But of course, he did not reply. I realized, to my misfortune, that what had stayed as a semi all day long now was rock hard again, which was really bad as I was wearing swim trunks. I could NEVER go along hoping people would not see it. It was hopeless, I was stuck. And so, I faked doing something on my phone for a while with the hope of it going down again, but failing miserably.
By now, it just looked plain weird for me not to go into the showers. Everyone was already getting out and I was still sitting on the bench. People waved goodbyes at me, and headed out the swimming building. About half an hour had gone by when I knew for sure there was anyone still inside the showers, so I took of my little towel and tried to grap it around my waist, but ended up awkwardly walking with my two hands holding the too-short-to-go-around-my-waist towel, trying to hide my raging boner.
I checked that no one was inside, and then closed the door behind me with the lock. I felt a shiver go down my spine as I realized that I was actually alone and feeling horny. I felt dirty, as being fully hard and almost naked on public showers were taboo. I quickly lost all my inhibitions, threw the towel to the basket and pulled my trunks down, enjoying the feeling of finally freeing my junk from their tight confines.
I stood up straight after stepping out of my trunks, having my large endowment pointing straight up to the ceiling. Angry veins showed through the whole mast, all the way to the vast flared reddened head. I looked up my small but tight frame on the mirror beside me, and felt proud of the tool who seemed to dwarf my body completely doe to it’s sheer size. I grinned at my reflection and headed into the shower stalls.
I let the hot water run down my body, and enjoyed the feeling for a while. My boner started to pulsate in response to the hot water running down it, making it swell even more. I closed my eyes and rubbed my hands on my chest, gently running my fingers over my nipples. My right hand started to go down my stomach onto my groin as I thought about Marco’s little wet mouth. He didn’t like to blow me much (as it seemed to threaten his masculinity) but booy he was good at it. Little hoover mouth. A low groan escaped from my lips as my finger rubbed the underside of head. And so, i began to move my fingers on an O-shaped gesture up and down my cut head. My breathing was already heavy when I pictured Marco’s bubble butt bending over the bench, with it’s pink hole tightly shut.
I moaned as I firmly took hold of my erection, giving it a tight grip, and proceeded to move it up and down my shaft, the way I liked. Rough and hard. On a short while I could feel the energy forming deep down my balls, and like a rapidly making his way out from my cock. And then it hit me, with force. I think I grunted louder than I was intended to as I came, but it felt so great. I put my other hand against the wall to gain composure as the orgasm shaked my legs and made my whole body shiver. The splash of my cum hitting the shower tiles could be heard over the running water, thick and abundant drops hitting the floor.
And as soon as the impact of the orgasm left my body and made way for the enlightening aftermaths of a fulfilling orgasm to settle over me I heard it. I heard someone trying to open the shower doors. I cut off the water and focused on the noise outside and heard a low whisper say
“Shhh, shhh. There’s someone inside.”
“What?!”
“SHHH, let’s go!.”
I stepped out the shower, but I did not heard anything else. Just then I felt the rush of wanting to get out that place, it was past the practice time already and I wasn’t supposed to be on the facilities. So dressed myself as fast as I could, threw everything inside my backpack and went out the door.
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I wrote this small chapter as I wanted to (finally) set things straight, because from the beginning I wanted this story to be about some school ‘romance. I was able to introduce the last missing piece of this love game Brandon is getting himself involved. And, I’ll try to have some more juicy stuff for the next chapters. Things are just bound to get messier...