STRAIGHT UNTIL SENIOR YEAR (LONG STORY - GAY)

[Cock.]

Hi there. I’m posting here my new story “Straight until senior year”. Hope you like it and don’t forget to leave your comments so I can improve and maybe get some of your ideas in the story.

CHAPTER 1: FIRST DAY​

It was a sunny day in San Francisco, the first day of senior year. Since this was my last year of high school, I had decided to live without caring what anyone thought of me. I’d always been obsessed with how people saw me, but this year? I didn’t give a fuck.



I arrived at school—an imposing building. And there she was, standing at the front entrance, holding her boyfriend’s hand. Anna had been my best friend since we were kids, and Simon—her boyfriend—was new here. He had transferred for his last year because he’d just been made captain of the rugby team. He was the kind of guy people stared at: broad shoulders, big arms, messy blonde hair, and perfect blue eyes.



“Hi, Anna, I’ve missed you so much,” I said, hugging her tight. “I’ve missed you too Tom” Then I looked at Simon, standing beside us.

“Hey, Simon,” I said, shaking his hand.

“I’m not getting a big hug like Anna?” he teased, giving me that puppy-eyed look I couldn’t resist. So I stepped in and gave him a tight, warm hug.



Simon and I were already sort of friends—we’d played rugby together before—but we hadn’t talked much until he started dating Anna. Since then, we’d gotten closer. He was different from the other guys on the team. He didn’t even seem like a rugby player. His voice was soft, and he was incredibly kind.



Our first class was math, where I sat next to Sabrina. She’d been my crush since last year, though we’d never gone beyond small talk.

“Stop staring at her, you’re obsessed,” Anna laughed.

But I couldn’t help it. Sabrina was stunning—big tits, a perfect ass, and that smile… damn. Still, deep down, I knew she wasn’t my type. And I wasn’t hers, either. She was super friendly, but people mostly knew her because of some spicy videos of her getting naked that had been leaked online.



After a few hours of mind-numbing classes, it was finally time to go home. I usually took the bus, but Simon offered me a ride—Anna’s mom was picking her up, and he had his car. We talked about rugby and guy stuff—girls, sex, all that. Everything felt normal until his hand landed on my thigh.



I froze.

His touch was soft, but electric. Something lit up inside me, and I had no idea what the hell I was feeling. Time blurred, and before I knew it, we were at my house. Simon gave me a hug and drove off.



But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Why did Simon’s touch mess with my head like that? He was a guy—my friend.

Trying to distract myself, I opened Sabrina’s Instagram. She’d posted some insanely hot pics from the summer. My cock got hard instantly. I locked my door and wrapped my hand around my shaft, slowly stroking up and down. Every pic made me harder.



Then a message popped up.

“Follow request: Simon.”

Weird. He wasn’t following me yet? I tried to ignore it, but accidentally tapped the notification, which took me straight to his profile.


I was still jerking off.

And… I didn’t stop.

His shirtless pics were just there, and suddenly it didn’t feel wrong. I wasn’t even thinking. A few minutes later, I came—thick, hot ropes of cum shooting from my cock. I closed my eyes.

Best orgasm I’d ever had.

But then reality hit.

I’d just jerked off to Simon.​

To my friend.​

To a guy.​

And right then, I knew—

something inside me had changed forever​

 

[Cock.]

CHAPTER 2: “UNCONTROLLABLE THOUGHTS”​

And right then, I knew—

something inside me had changed forever.

————————————

That night, I went to sleep but couldn’t stop thinking about what had just happened.

Simon is like a best friend to me… but I couldn’t stop imagining how big his cock was.

I barely slept, and when I woke up, my boner was so strong it hurt.

I had about an hour before school, so I started scrolling through Sabrina’s pictures.



I couldn’t believe it — within just a few minutes of staring at her big tits, my cock started going soft.

Sabrina’s photos were like a boner killer.

And then it hit me: her pictures didn’t do anything for me.

Scrolling through her profile felt like watching TikTok on autopilot.

The girl who used to make me horny as hell… now made me feel absolutely nothing.



I locked my phone and tried to clear my mind, but then it vibrated.



Instagram notification: “Simon liked your story.”



I stared at the screen like I was dreaming.

Simon?

What made it worse was which story he liked — a shirtless mirror pic I took in the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel around my waist.



Why the fuck did Simon like that story?



(And yeah — you guessed it. My cock was rock hard again, leaking precum.)



I was going crazy.

Sabrina’s tits made me soft, but just seeing Simon’s name on my phone made me drip.

This wasn’t confusion anymore — it was reality.



I jumped into the shower and turned the water cold, trying to kill the boner.

Then I got dressed quickly.

Simon and Anna had agreed to pick me up for school every morning, so I grabbed a quick breakfast and went outside.



Only Simon was in the car.



“Hey Simon, where’s Anna?” I asked as I opened the back door.



“She’s not coming. Says she’s sick.”

He pointed for me to sit in the front seat.



Holy fuck.

Now I had to spend the whole day with Simon. Alone.



The car ride to school was awkwardly quiet.

Neither of us said a word… until I couldn’t take it anymore.



“Liked my story, Simon?”

I asked it quietly, staring down at my shoes.



Silence.

No answer.



Then:

“Mmm… mmm…”

He couldn’t even form a sentenice.

 

[michaelnola]

Hi there. I’m posting here my new story “Straight until senior year”. Hope you like it and don’t forget to leave your comments so I can improve and maybe get some of your ideas in the story.

CHAPTER 1: FIRST DAY​

It was a sunny day in San Francisco, the first day of senior year. Since this was my last year of high school, I had decided to live without caring what anyone thought of me. I’d always been obsessed with how people saw me, but this year? I didn’t give a fuck.



I arrived at school—an imposing building. And there she was, standing at the front entrance, holding her boyfriend’s hand. Anna had been my best friend since we were kids, and Simon—her boyfriend—was new here. He had transferred for his last year because he’d just been made captain of the rugby team. He was the kind of guy people stared at: broad shoulders, big arms, messy blonde hair, and perfect blue eyes.



“Hi, Anna, I’ve missed you so much,” I said, hugging her tight. “I’ve missed you too Tom” Then I looked at Simon, standing beside us.

“Hey, Simon,” I said, shaking his hand.

“I’m not getting a big hug like Anna?” he teased, giving me that puppy-eyed look I couldn’t resist. So I stepped in and gave him a tight, warm hug.



Simon and I were already sort of friends—we’d played rugby together before—but we hadn’t talked much until he started dating Anna. Since then, we’d gotten closer. He was different from the other guys on the team. He didn’t even seem like a rugby player. His voice was soft, and he was incredibly kind.



Our first class was math, where I sat next to Sabrina. She’d been my crush since last year, though we’d never gone beyond small talk.

“Stop staring at her, you’re obsessed,” Anna laughed.

But I couldn’t help it. Sabrina was stunning—big tits, a perfect ass, and that smile… damn. Still, deep down, I knew she wasn’t my type. And I wasn’t hers, either. She was super friendly, but people mostly knew her because of some spicy videos of her getting naked that had been leaked online.



After a few hours of mind-numbing classes, it was finally time to go home. I usually took the bus, but Simon offered me a ride—Anna’s mom was picking her up, and he had his car. We talked about rugby and guy stuff—girls, sex, all that. Everything felt normal until his hand landed on my thigh.



I froze.

His touch was soft, but electric. Something lit up inside me, and I had no idea what the hell I was feeling. Time blurred, and before I knew it, we were at my house. Simon gave me a hug and drove off.



But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Why did Simon’s touch mess with my head like that? He was a guy—my friend.

Trying to distract myself, I opened Sabrina’s Instagram. She’d posted some insanely hot pics from the summer. My cock got hard instantly. I locked my door and wrapped my hand around my shaft, slowly stroking up and down. Every pic made me harder.



Then a message popped up.

“Follow request: Simon.”

Weird. He wasn’t following me yet? I tried to ignore it, but accidentally tapped the notification, which took me straight to his profile.


I was still jerking off.

And… I didn’t stop.

His shirtless pics were just there, and suddenly it didn’t feel wrong. I wasn’t even thinking. A few minutes later, I came—thick, hot ropes of cum shooting from my cock. I closed my eyes.

Best orgasm I’d ever had.

But then reality hit.

I’d just jerked off to Simon.​

To my friend.​

To a guy.​

And right then, I knew—

something inside me had changed forever​

Excellent new story

 

[michaelnola]

CHAPTER 2: “UNCONTROLLABLE THOUGHTS”​

And right then, I knew—

something inside me had changed forever.

————————————

That night, I went to sleep but couldn’t stop thinking about what had just happened.

Simon is like a best friend to me… but I couldn’t stop imagining how big his cock was.

I barely slept, and when I woke up, my boner was so strong it hurt.

I had about an hour before school, so I started scrolling through Sabrina’s pictures.



I couldn’t believe it — within just a few minutes of staring at her big tits, my cock started going soft.

Sabrina’s photos were like a boner killer.

And then it hit me: her pictures didn’t do anything for me.

Scrolling through her profile felt like watching TikTok on autopilot.

The girl who used to make me horny as hell… now made me feel absolutely nothing.



I locked my phone and tried to clear my mind, but then it vibrated.



Instagram notification: “Simon liked your story.”



I stared at the screen like I was dreaming.

Simon?

What made it worse was which story he liked — a shirtless mirror pic I took in the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel around my waist.



Why the fuck did Simon like that story?



(And yeah — you guessed it. My cock was rock hard again, leaking precum.)



I was going crazy.

Sabrina’s tits made me soft, but just seeing Simon’s name on my phone made me drip.

This wasn’t confusion anymore — it was reality.



I jumped into the shower and turned the water cold, trying to kill the boner.

Then I got dressed quickly.

Simon and Anna had agreed to pick me up for school every morning, so I grabbed a quick breakfast and went outside.



Only Simon was in the car.



“Hey Simon, where’s Anna?” I asked as I opened the back door.



“She’s not coming. Says she’s sick.”

He pointed for me to sit in the front seat.



Holy fuck.

Now I had to spend the whole day with Simon. Alone.



The car ride to school was awkwardly quiet.

Neither of us said a word… until I couldn’t take it anymore.



“Liked my story, Simon?”

I asked it quietly, staring down at my shoes.



Silence.

No answer.



Then:

“Mmm… mmm…”

He couldn’t even form a sentenice.

Great writing--characters give you a lot to work with for sure. Thanks

 

[Lukeashe4]

God man I need more

 

[airmale29]

Wellp, you got me on edge - waiting for the next chapter!

 

[twink4muscles]

Hot story! waiting for the the next part!

 

[Cock.]

CHAPTER 3: “AWKWARD RIDE”​

“Mmm… mmm…”

He couldn’t even form a sentence.

———————————————



“You’ve really improved at the gym. Your body looks incredible,” he finally said.



I knew that wasn’t the real reason he liked my story — not with how long he hesitated.

But I played along.



“Yeah, I guess I’ve been feeling more confident lately,” I answered, trying to keep the conversation going, to kill the awkward tension.



Simon didn’t help much.

“You weren’t comfortable with how it was before?”



Just the sound of his voice made my chest tighten.

So, I played the victim a little — I wanted to see how he’d react.



“I’ve never really felt comfortable with my body,” I admitted.

“I always felt judged. Even some guys on the team laughed at me.”



I looked down. A few tears slipped down my cheeks.



“Oh, Matt… Don’t say that,” he said gently.

He pulled the car over to the side of the street and stopped.

“Buddy, don’t give a fuck about them. You’re perfect.”



Perfect.

That sounded… different. Were we still talking about my body?



He tilted my chin up, and our eyes met.

Then, he pulled me into a tight hug.



And for a moment, everything bad just disappeared.

His arms felt like safety.

But still, we were just friends… We had to be.



———



After some more driving, we got to school. I told him I had to speak to a teacher — truthfully, I just needed some space to clear my mind.



Later, I entered the classroom. The only empty seat was next to Simon.

I sat down, but didn’t dare to look at him.



Hours passed.

Classes ended.



At my locker, I shut the door and nearly jumped — Simon was leaning against the locker next to mine, arms crossed, staring at me.



“Need a ride, kiddo?” he said with a smirk.



“Don’t call me that. I’ll walk,” I replied, coldly.



(It actually turned me on when he called me “kiddo.” It made me feel… owned.)



His smile faded. “Oh… okay.”



I left the school and started walking home. A few blocks in, a car pulled up beside me.



“Get in,” he said.



Before I could even think, my body was already in the passenger seat.

We drove in silence.



When we got to my place, I grabbed my bag and opened the door.



“Wait,” he said.



He reached out and held my hand.

Our fingers laced together.

His touch was soft, and it made my heart beat harder.



I turned to look at him. “Do you need something?”



He slowly let go, and his hand dropped back to the wheel.



“Wanna do something after school tomorrow? I… need to talk to you.”



I nodded.

He rolled down the window as I got out. “Goodbye, kiddo.”



I turned back. “Bye.”



———



I was losing my mind.

What did he want to talk about?

Was he going to confess he was gay? Or was I just overthinking? Maybe it was about school… or rugby…



But all I could think about was the way his hand held mine.



My cock was already hard, leaking — and I hadn’t even touched myself yet.



I opened Simon’s Instagram profile.

His latest post was a photo dump from his trip to Miami.



First photo: shirtless, his body shining under the sun with that oiled tan.

Second: lying on a lounge chair, his bare soles up close.

A few more of beaches, palm trees, buildings…

The last one: a red speedo, barely covering him.



I’d never seen him like that before.



Before I even realized it, I was half naked, stroking myself hard while scrolling through the pictures.



In less than ten minutes, I exploded.

My cum reached my chin, chest, and abs.

Every orgasm felt more intense when I thought about him — and this one was no exception.



Each day, I became more certain:

I wasn’t confused.

I was definitely, completely, undeniably gay.

 

[Cock.]

CHAPTER 4: “STALKING”​

Each day, I became more certain:

I wasn’t confused.

I was definitely, completely, undeniably gay.

————————————​

There was still some cum on my fingers, and when I tried to shut off my phone, a bit of it dripped onto the screen. Everything happened so fast—I had accidentally liked one of Simon’s (nearly naked) posts. I panicked and tried to undo it, but in the process, it got worse. I ended up liking three of his posts… and even one of his gym story highlights.



I was dripping cum all over my stomach and thighs. I wiped some off with my sock, but I was a total mess. I decided to just clean up properly and went to take a shower. I quickly tidied up the room to make it seem like nothing had happened and stepped into the bathroom.



I stayed under the water for a while, thinking about what I had just done. I couldn’t believe it. When I got out, dried off, and picked up my phone again—



“INSTAGRAM: NEW MESSAGE (Simon)”



Holy fuck.

I didn’t want to open it.

What if he was mad? What if this ruined everything?



I tried to ignore it and focus on some homework, but it was useless. I couldn’t think straight. I kept checking the notification every five minutes. One part of me was dying to know what it said, and the other part was terrified.



Click.



My finger just moved on its own. I tapped the notification and it opened our chat.



“Stalking?”



He wasn’t mad.

He was teasing me.



“Loved your trip pictures,” I replied. But then I worried it sounded too much, so I added, “The landscapes and buildings were incredible.”



“Thanks, Tom. Don’t forget—after school at my place tomorrow,” he replied.



We kept chatting for a while, and at some point I literally fell asleep holding the phone. I went to bed feeling happy. I had the best… friend in the world.



—



The next morning, Simon picked me up like always. We had a few classes, but my favorite part came later—not going to his house yet, but rugby practice. Rugby was the only place where my mind could go blank for a while. I could just focus on the game.



In the locker room, I asked, “Hey Simon, why hasn’t Anna come to school? It’s been a week already.”



“She’s not feeling well,” he replied while stripping down to his tight blue briefs. Holy shit. His legs looked amazing—muscular, hairy, tanned. (I had this strange fetish for legs.)



He pulled on his rugby clothes and we headed out to the field.



During the match, I got a full hour of accidental touches and body contact with my teammates—you know, rugby stuff. But one moment stood out. I tripped and fell right into Simon’s crotch. My face slammed into his bulge.



He didn’t react much, but the way he looked at me—and how he casually adjusted his crotch afterward—told me he definitely felt it.



“You okay, dude?” he asked.



Dude.

He called me kiddo when we were alone. But now it was dude.

I knew something was going on.

And I had the feeling something big was going to happen at his house.



—



I had a few scrapes on my forehead, so the coach told me to go to the nurse. “And you, Miller, go with him.”



Fuck, I love how his last name sounds.



He helped me up, and we walked to the nurse’s office together. She checked me out and said I should finish today’s practice.



Back in the locker room, I packed my things. “Can I shower at your place? I don’t feel comfortable doing it here.”



He picked up my bag. “Of course, kiddo.”



We drove to his place. He even opened the car door for me and helped me in. My mind couldn’t stop spinning—his bulge, his voice, his hands. I was falling for him hard.



His house was huge. A big white mansion, every detail perfect.

Damn, he’s rich.



We went straight to his room.



“There’s the bathroom,” he said, pointing to a door near the closet.



I started looking through my bag for some clean clothes, but something slipped out.



Simon picked it up.

It was my jockstrap.



He held it in front of my face with a teasing smirk.

“Well, look what we’ve got here.”



I snatched it out of his hands, flustered.

“They’re just really comfortable for training… You should try them.”



But that wasn’t the real reason I brought them.

I came prepared…

Just in case things got hot.

 

[michaelnola]

CHAPTER 4: “STALKING”​

Each day, I became more certain:

I wasn’t confused.

I was definitely, completely, undeniably gay.

————————————​

There was still some cum on my fingers, and when I tried to shut off my phone, a bit of it dripped onto the screen. Everything happened so fast—I had accidentally liked one of Simon’s (nearly naked) posts. I panicked and tried to undo it, but in the process, it got worse. I ended up liking three of his posts… and even one of his gym story highlights.



I was dripping cum all over my stomach and thighs. I wiped some off with my sock, but I was a total mess. I decided to just clean up properly and went to take a shower. I quickly tidied up the room to make it seem like nothing had happened and stepped into the bathroom.



I stayed under the water for a while, thinking about what I had just done. I couldn’t believe it. When I got out, dried off, and picked up my phone again—



“INSTAGRAM: NEW MESSAGE (Simon)”



Holy fuck.

I didn’t want to open it.

What if he was mad? What if this ruined everything?



I tried to ignore it and focus on some homework, but it was useless. I couldn’t think straight. I kept checking the notification every five minutes. One part of me was dying to know what it said, and the other part was terrified.



Click.



My finger just moved on its own. I tapped the notification and it opened our chat.



“Stalking?”



He wasn’t mad.

He was teasing me.



“Loved your trip pictures,” I replied. But then I worried it sounded too much, so I added, “The landscapes and buildings were incredible.”



“Thanks, Tom. Don’t forget—after school at my place tomorrow,” he replied.



We kept chatting for a while, and at some point I literally fell asleep holding the phone. I went to bed feeling happy. I had the best… friend in the world.



—



The next morning, Simon picked me up like always. We had a few classes, but my favorite part came later—not going to his house yet, but rugby practice. Rugby was the only place where my mind could go blank for a while. I could just focus on the game.



In the locker room, I asked, “Hey Simon, why hasn’t Anna come to school? It’s been a week already.”



“She’s not feeling well,” he replied while stripping down to his tight blue briefs. Holy shit. His legs looked amazing—muscular, hairy, tanned. (I had this strange fetish for legs.)



He pulled on his rugby clothes and we headed out to the field.



During the match, I got a full hour of accidental touches and body contact with my teammates—you know, rugby stuff. But one moment stood out. I tripped and fell right into Simon’s crotch. My face slammed into his bulge.



He didn’t react much, but the way he looked at me—and how he casually adjusted his crotch afterward—told me he definitely felt it.



“You okay, dude?” he asked.



Dude.

He called me kiddo when we were alone. But now it was dude.

I knew something was going on.

And I had the feeling something big was going to happen at his house.



—



I had a few scrapes on my forehead, so the coach told me to go to the nurse. “And you, Miller, go with him.”



Fuck, I love how his last name sounds.



He helped me up, and we walked to the nurse’s office together. She checked me out and said I should finish today’s practice.



Back in the locker room, I packed my things. “Can I shower at your place? I don’t feel comfortable doing it here.”



He picked up my bag. “Of course, kiddo.”



We drove to his place. He even opened the car door for me and helped me in. My mind couldn’t stop spinning—his bulge, his voice, his hands. I was falling for him hard.



His house was huge. A big white mansion, every detail perfect.

Damn, he’s rich.



We went straight to his room.



“There’s the bathroom,” he said, pointing to a door near the closet.



I started looking through my bag for some clean clothes, but something slipped out.



Simon picked it up.

It was my jockstrap.



He held it in front of my face with a teasing smirk.

“Well, look what we’ve got here.”



I snatched it out of his hands, flustered.

“They’re just really comfortable for training… You should try them.”



But that wasn’t the real reason I brought them.

I came prepared…

Just in case things got hot.

Awesome--great story and characters

 

[Cock.]

CHAPTER 5: “THE TRUTH”​

I came prepared…

Just in case things got hot.

—————————



After about half an hour, I came out of the bathroom wearing only my jockstrap and unbuttoned shorts. My tank top was in my hand, my hair messy, damp, and wild. Simon was sitting on the bed, looking at his phone. He looked worried—he didn’t even glance up when I walked in.



Once I packed my bag and finished dressing, I sat next to him.

“What’s going on? You don’t look okay.”



My knee brushed against his.

It was a small touch—but it sent electricity through me.

It was the first time I’d touched him like that.



And then, just like that, tears began to fall from his eyes.

No words.

Just silent crying.



A minute later, he was sobbing.



I froze. I had no idea why.

Eventually he stopped, though his eyes were still red and glassy. He looked up at me, met my eyes for a second, then lowered his gaze back to his trembling hands. He was shaking. His fingers wouldn’t stay still.



“I… I’m… I’m so, so sorry, Tom,” he stammered, barely able to speak.



“You don’t need to apologize,” I said gently. “What’s going on, buddy?”



He slid closer to me and rested his head on my shoulder.

It wasn’t a hot moment… but my heart was pounding.

The softness of his body against mine—I loved it.



Then his hand moved.

Slowly, it found its way to my thigh, resting just beside mine.

He brushed his fingers against mine. Then he whispered:



“Me and Anna… we broke up.”



His hand moved back to his lap, but his head stayed resting on me.

“Oh no, Simon… why? You can talk to me. About anything.”



He inhaled deeply, then began.



“She told me she’s in love with someone else. She didn’t want to hurt me anymore. And… I get it. Because I’m in love with someone else too.”



I turned to look at him. His eyes met mine, then shifted back down.



“A lot’s changed for me this year,” he said quietly.

“I’ve realized I’m not…”

He paused. A long silence.



Then finally, he said it:



“I’m not straight anymore. Something’s changed in me. I can’t ignore it.”



I stayed silent, trying to stay calm. I wanted to show I understood. But inside, the phrase not straight anymore hit me like a tidal wave.



Suddenly, Simon stood up and ran out of the room, tears falling again.



I sat there in shock, thinking about what I’d just heard.

He didn’t say it was me, but honestly—I hadn’t seen him be this close with anyone else.

I grabbed my bag and ran after him. Something fell out, but I didn’t care.



I found him a few blocks from his house.



“You’re fast,” I said, laughing nervously.



He stood up and reached for my hand. I pulled away at first, confused by my own feelings. But then, without thinking, I hugged him.



I wrapped my arms around his neck.

He wrapped his around my waist.



We stayed like that for a while.

Then I started to let go, but he whispered:



“Just one more minute.”



And he pulled me close again.

I didn’t want that moment to end.

Finally, we could just be us.



—



After a few minutes, we sat at one of the park tables.



Simon broke the silence.

“So Tom… I know this might sound weird. I know you’re not gay, but I—”



I gently placed my finger on his lips, stopping him mid-sentence.

He froze, processing what had just happened.



“You haven’t let me say anything,” I said softly.

“Simon… I’ve been in love with you since day one.

It felt weird, yeah—but I’ve never felt anything like this before.”



He reached for my hands—and this time, I didn’t pull away.



And then came the big question:



“So… what are we, Tom?”



I didn’t have an answer.



Ring… ring…

My phone vibrated in my pocket.



I let go of his hands and answered. “Hi, Sam.”



After a short call, I looked back at Simon.



“That was my stepdad. He needs me home.”



I avoided the question.

No labels. No definition.

I gave Simon a quick handshake and started walking away.



I knew I’d screwed up.

But it was all too new, and calling it something…

was too much for now.

 

[Cock.]

CHAPTER 6: “GAY LIFE”​

I knew I’d screwed up.

But it was all too new, and calling it something…

was too much for now.

—————————

I spent the rest of the day in bed. I wasn’t mad or upset—I just needed time to process everything. I got a few texts from Simon, but I didn’t answer. I wanted to, but I needed to figure out whether I truly wanted this… or if it had just been a crazy moment.



It was late, so I went to sleep. No dinner, no checking my phone.



The next morning, I woke up to twenty messages from Simon. I started reading.



“I’m sorry, Tom.”

“I didn’t mean to make things weird.”

“You’re my friend, and I just needed to be honest.”



While I was reading, the doorbell rang. I waited for someone else to get it, but it rang again. I got up, went to the door—and there he was. Simon.



“Please, Tom… I need to talk to you.”



I let him in, and we went up to my room. My phone was still there, open on our chat.



“You were reading the messages,” he said. I quickly grabbed the phone and we sat on the bed.



“Simon, I just needed some time to figure things out. I’ve waited for this moment for so long… and now that it’s here, it scares me.”

Simon reached for my hand. “Tom, this is all new for me too. I get it. I was just scared I’d ruined everything.”



His fingers laced with mine. As always, his touch sent shivers down my spine.



“Do you understand me?” I asked, nervously.

“This is new for both of us, and we’ve got a lot to learn. But I’d love for you to be by my side through it. Maybe not as boyfriends yet… but as best friends?”



I couldn’t think of a better answer than just hugging him. I was so happy. Finally, someone who understood everything I’d been feeling. We fell back on the bed, and suddenly I was on top of him. My hands rested on his shoulders. He placed his hands on my thighs, just below my ass.



“Is it okay if I do this?” I whispered.

But before he could answer, I was already kissing him.



Our lips pressed together—and then I felt his tongue exploring my mouth. I couldn’t stop. I was so in love with him. My hands cupped his jaw, while his hands slid to the back of my waistband. One of them slipped just far enough to touch the top of my crack.



We stayed like that for what felt like an hour. Our hands moved, but our lips never parted.



It was perfect…

Until we heard the front door open.



We instantly stopped and scrambled to make it look like we were just chatting.

“I’m home, bud!” my stepdad called out.



We decided to head downstairs and talk to him a bit—better that than being caught in my room.



“Hi, Sam,” I greeted him.

“Hi, sir,” Simon added politely.



Sam gave me a hug, but hesitated when it came to Simon. They settled on a handshake.



“You can call me Sam,” he offered.



They’d met briefly at rugby practice, but this was the first real interaction. I left them talking while I went to my room to change out of my pajamas. I kept an ear on their conversation and froze when I heard my dad ask, “What about girls? Anyone special?”



Panic hit me. What if Simon told him he was gay—and worse, in love with me?



I rushed to finish changing and ran into the kitchen, but Simon had already answered:



“There were some girls… but right now, I need a little time alone. You know, peace.”



I joined them as Sam was making lunch.

“Are you staying, Simon?” Sam asked.

Simon looked at me. “Can I?”

Before I could say anything, Sam spoke up. “Of course. Tom, set another place at the table for your friend.”



We had lunch together, and afterward Sam went to his room for a nap. We were finally alone again.



Back in my room, I pulled off my shirt. Simon looked confused.

“Are we gonna have sex now? Isn’t it a bit early?”

Truth is, I hadn’t really thought about sex yet. But I did want to try everything with him.



“No, no,” I laughed. “Just getting comfy. You can take yours off too, if you want.”



Simon stripped his shirt off, and we laid down to nap. I rested my head on his broad chest and wrapped my arms around his abs. He started running his fingers through my hair—and I fell asleep in seconds. Simon drifted off right after me.



(Big mistake.)

 

[michaelnola]

CHAPTER 6: “GAY LIFE”​

I knew I’d screwed up.

But it was all too new, and calling it something…

was too much for now.

—————————

I spent the rest of the day in bed. I wasn’t mad or upset—I just needed time to process everything. I got a few texts from Simon, but I didn’t answer. I wanted to, but I needed to figure out whether I truly wanted this… or if it had just been a crazy moment.



It was late, so I went to sleep. No dinner, no checking my phone.



The next morning, I woke up to twenty messages from Simon. I started reading.



“I’m sorry, Tom.”

“I didn’t mean to make things weird.”

“You’re my friend, and I just needed to be honest.”



While I was reading, the doorbell rang. I waited for someone else to get it, but it rang again. I got up, went to the door—and there he was. Simon.



“Please, Tom… I need to talk to you.”



I let him in, and we went up to my room. My phone was still there, open on our chat.



“You were reading the messages,” he said. I quickly grabbed the phone and we sat on the bed.



“Simon, I just needed some time to figure things out. I’ve waited for this moment for so long… and now that it’s here, it scares me.”

Simon reached for my hand. “Tom, this is all new for me too. I get it. I was just scared I’d ruined everything.”



His fingers laced with mine. As always, his touch sent shivers down my spine.



“Do you understand me?” I asked, nervously.

“This is new for both of us, and we’ve got a lot to learn. But I’d love for you to be by my side through it. Maybe not as boyfriends yet… but as best friends?”



I couldn’t think of a better answer than just hugging him. I was so happy. Finally, someone who understood everything I’d been feeling. We fell back on the bed, and suddenly I was on top of him. My hands rested on his shoulders. He placed his hands on my thighs, just below my ass.



“Is it okay if I do this?” I whispered.

But before he could answer, I was already kissing him.



Our lips pressed together—and then I felt his tongue exploring my mouth. I couldn’t stop. I was so in love with him. My hands cupped his jaw, while his hands slid to the back of my waistband. One of them slipped just far enough to touch the top of my crack.



We stayed like that for what felt like an hour. Our hands moved, but our lips never parted.



It was perfect…

Until we heard the front door open.



We instantly stopped and scrambled to make it look like we were just chatting.

“I’m home, bud!” my stepdad called out.



We decided to head downstairs and talk to him a bit—better that than being caught in my room.



“Hi, Sam,” I greeted him.

“Hi, sir,” Simon added politely.



Sam gave me a hug, but hesitated when it came to Simon. They settled on a handshake.



“You can call me Sam,” he offered.



They’d met briefly at rugby practice, but this was the first real interaction. I left them talking while I went to my room to change out of my pajamas. I kept an ear on their conversation and froze when I heard my dad ask, “What about girls? Anyone special?”



Panic hit me. What if Simon told him he was gay—and worse, in love with me?



I rushed to finish changing and ran into the kitchen, but Simon had already answered:



“There were some girls… but right now, I need a little time alone. You know, peace.”



I joined them as Sam was making lunch.

“Are you staying, Simon?” Sam asked.

Simon looked at me. “Can I?”

Before I could say anything, Sam spoke up. “Of course. Tom, set another place at the table for your friend.”



We had lunch together, and afterward Sam went to his room for a nap. We were finally alone again.



Back in my room, I pulled off my shirt. Simon looked confused.

“Are we gonna have sex now? Isn’t it a bit early?”

Truth is, I hadn’t really thought about sex yet. But I did want to try everything with him.



“No, no,” I laughed. “Just getting comfy. You can take yours off too, if you want.”



Simon stripped his shirt off, and we laid down to nap. I rested my head on his broad chest and wrapped my arms around his abs. He started running his fingers through my hair—and I fell asleep in seconds. Simon drifted off right after me.



(Big mistake.)

Great story---falling asleep is not good---

 

[CasualArt]

CHAPTER 2: “UNCONTROLLABLE THOUGHTS”​

And right then, I knew—

something inside me had changed forever.

————————————

That night, I went to sleep but couldn’t stop thinking about what had just happened.

Simon is like a best friend to me… but I couldn’t stop imagining how big his cock was.

I barely slept, and when I woke up, my boner was so strong it hurt.

I had about an hour before school, so I started scrolling through Sabrina’s pictures.



I couldn’t believe it — within just a few minutes of staring at her big tits, my cock started going soft.

Sabrina’s photos were like a boner killer.

And then it hit me: her pictures didn’t do anything for me.

Scrolling through her profile felt like watching TikTok on autopilot.

The girl who used to make me horny as hell… now made me feel absolutely nothing.



I locked my phone and tried to clear my mind, but then it vibrated.



Instagram notification: “Simon liked your story.”



I stared at the screen like I was dreaming.

Simon?

What made it worse was which story he liked — a shirtless mirror pic I took in the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel around my waist.



Why the fuck did Simon like that story?



(And yeah — you guessed it. My cock was rock hard again, leaking precum.)



I was going crazy.

Sabrina’s tits made me soft, but just seeing Simon’s name on my phone made me drip.

This wasn’t confusion anymore — it was reality.



I jumped into the shower and turned the water cold, trying to kill the boner.

Then I got dressed quickly.

Simon and Anna had agreed to pick me up for school every morning, so I grabbed a quick breakfast and went outside.



Only Simon was in the car.



“Hey Simon, where’s Anna?” I asked as I opened the back door.



“She’s not coming. Says she’s sick.”

He pointed for me to sit in the front seat.



Holy fuck.

Now I had to spend the whole day with Simon. Alone.



The car ride to school was awkwardly quiet.

Neither of us said a word… until I couldn’t take it anymore.



“Liked my story, Simon?”

I asked it quietly, staring down at my shoes.



Silence.

No answer.



Then:

“Mmm… mmm…”

He couldn’t even form a sentenice.

Love it.

 

[CasualArt]

Can't wait for Chapter 7.

 

[fmbttm]

Great start!! Can’t wait to for more!!

 

[Cock.]

CHAPTER 7: “SURPRISE”​

Sam woke up first. When we didn’t answer his calls, he came up to my room—and found us there. Wrapped in Simon’s arms. Bare chests.



The moment he opened the door, we both woke up.

“Holy fuck, Sam!” I gasped.

He slammed the door shut.

Simon quickly got dressed and ran out of the house without even saying goodbye.



I met Sam in the living room, my heart pounding.

“Sam, please… let me explain.”

I had never seen that look on his face before—surprised, angry, like something in him had snapped. We’d never had a problem with LGBTQ+ people… but now that it was in his house, suddenly, it was too close.



“What the fuck were you doing sleeping half-naked with your friend? With a MAN?”

He was furious. He grabbed a glass from the counter and threw it at the wall. It shattered into a thousand pieces.



“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING, TOM?”

I tried to calm him down, but he kept yelling.

“Answer me!”



I bit my nails. I had no words, no way out.

And then I just blurted it:

“I’m gay, Sam. GAY!”



For a second… everything felt lighter. Like I had finally said it, finally freed myself.



But the relief didn’t last.



Sam grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me against the wall.

“You’re not a real man, Tom. You’re a faggot.”



The air got thick. My vision blurred. I knew I had panic attacks sometimes—but this one was different. He was screaming in my face, his grip was tight, and I couldn’t breathe.



I collapsed to the floor.

The last thing I saw was my mom walking through the door.



—



When I opened my eyes, I heard them yelling. My mom and Sam were in the middle of a heated argument.



But the second they saw me awake, they stopped and rushed to my side.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” my mom asked, softly.

I nodded weakly and mumbled that I needed to lie down.



I went to my room, locked the door, and picked up my phone. I could still hear them shouting in the other room, but all I needed was Simon. I called him.



“Simon?” I asked, voice shaky.



“Tom… this is really hard for me,” he said, sounding unsure. “I haven’t even told my parents yet.”



I could tell he was scared. On the outside, he was all muscle and strength—but inside, Simon was one of the most sensitive people I knew.



“Simon… I—I need you,” I said, tears welling up.

“Sam yelled at me. He grabbed me and shoved me into the wall. I had a panic attack. Please, Simon… help me.”



By then I was crying, my voice cracking. It probably sounded like I was begging—because I was.



His tone instantly changed. I could hear him moving, grabbing a jacket, shutting his door.

“I’m coming over right now,” he said—and hung up.



I sat on my bed, trembling. I kept thinking about Sam—how furious he had looked, like a total psychopath. What if he hurt Simon too?



After a few minutes, I heard the doorbell.



I stepped into the living room. Sam’s expression darkened, but my mom stopped him.

“Let them talk,” she said firmly, then turned to Simon. “Welcome, sweetie.”



She hugged me and went to her room, taking Sam with her.



Simon stood there for a moment… and then rushed forward and pulled me into the tightest hug I’ve ever felt. I started crying again. He just held me tighter.



We were safe. Together. Free. Gay.

And I loved it.



When we finally pulled back, he gently cupped my jaw and kissed me. His tongue found mine, and we moved in sync, slow and deep. It was soft, loving, exactly what I needed. Like a dream I never wanted to end.



We sat on the couch, still holding hands.



“Tom… I—”

I interrupted. “I’m sorry, Simon. For everything. For all that’s happened.” I paused, trying to find the words.

“But I need you. I need your hugs, your kisses, your support.”



He leaned in and kissed me again. We couldn’t stop kissing for half an hour. We touched each other’s bodies—not lustfully, but with love.



“Tom,” he whispered, “I need this too… but I’m not ready to make it public yet.”



“Me neither,” I admitted. “It’s too soon.”



The thought of coming out to the rugby team made my stomach turn. They were anything but supportive.



“I want to take it slow… calm,” I added.



We kept talking until Simon said he had to leave—his brother needed help with something.



I stayed alone in the living room, thinking about everything. I was relieved that I didn’t have to keep secrets anymore… but it was all so overwhelming.



I heard my parents’ bedroom door open. They both walked in and joined me on the couch.



Sam looked hesitant.

“Tom… I—I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t mean to scare you or make you panic. I lost control.”



I wasn’t angry at him. It had been a shock, I knew that.



“I know you didn’t mean to,” I said softly.

He hugged me, tightly.



And then… we talked.

I told them everything about Simon. About how I felt.

We stayed up late that night, talking as a family.

 

[Cock.]

CHAPTER 8: “BOYFRIEND?”​

A month had passed since my parents found out I was gay.


A month in which our relationship seemed to be just a friendship. Simon never showed any sign of affection in public, but when we were alone, I was his kiddo. He’d touch my hand, get closer… and I wasn’t mad at him for keeping it private — I wasn’t ready either.





During this month, we went to many places together: the park, the cinema, and even to the doctor’s when I needed a check-up.





Today I had to go back for another revision, and I was pretty nervous, so Simon came with me. When the doctor wasn’t looking, he held my hand… and even kissed my cheek when no one was watching.





I never felt 100% straight. You know, gay people are born gay. Sometimes I got turned on by the muscle Adonis at the gym or the hot guy in a movie. I still wasn’t sure about coming out publicly, but each day I felt more comfortable with the idea. Last night I remembered my senior year promise: “Don’t give a fuck about what others think.” So at the doctor’s office, I didn’t care much if someone saw us kiss. I was tired of hiding from other people’s comments.





“I’ll be right back,” the doctor said, leaving the room.





Simon wasted no time — he hopped onto the stretcher with me. His hands slid over mine, up my arms, until they cupped my cheeks.


“Why are you so hot?” he whispered, and then his lips were on mine.





I opened my mouth to him like I belonged to him. Our tongues moved together in perfect rhythm, like they’d been made for each other. We were in our own world, just the two of us.





The doctor walked back in and froze when he saw us mid-kiss. We pulled apart, but Simon kept holding my hands.





“I’m sorry… you…” the doctor stammered.





“We’re boyfriends,” Simon said confidently.





Boyfriends? My stomach dropped. I didn’t know what to think.





The rest of the appointment passed in awkward silence, except for the doctor telling me I was fine and my next revision was in six months. Once outside, we got into the car. Simon started the engine, but I grabbed his hand and turned it off.





“What?” he asked, confused.





I didn’t answer. Instead, I leaned over and kissed him hard. It wasn’t love at that moment — it was need. Desperation. We kissed like we couldn’t get enough of each other, and after a while, I pulled back and sat down again.





“Hi, boyfriend,” I joked.





“I’m sorry, kiddo, I… I didn’t mean t—”





I put my finger on his lips. (God, I loved doing that.)


“I loved it,” I said.





We drove to my place in silence. Everything felt… settled now. We were free.





After a few minutes, we arrived.


“Wanna stay the night with me?” I asked. This would be our first night together.





“Come to my place. My parents are gone for the weekend,” he answered quickly.





Was he thinking about more than just sleeping? I had been jerking off every day to his photos, but we’d never talked about the sexual side of us.





“Wait here,” I told him. I ran into my house, grabbed some clothes, a pair of condoms, and my jockstrap — but it wasn’t in my underwear drawer. Fuck. I knew Simon loved it. Where the hell had I left it? I was running out of time, so I decided I’d look for it later.





I said goodbye to my mom and jumped back into the car.





“Ready, kiddo?” he said, placing his hand on my inner thigh.





We drove for a few minutes until we reached his place — or better said, his mansion. We went to his room, and he stripped down to his briefs.





“I’m taking a shower. Maybe we can watch a movie after,” he said.





I nodded and lay down on his bed. My hand slid under the pillow and felt something… a piece of clothing. I pulled it out.





There it was

 

[michaelnola]

Now that was hot

 

[Cock.]

CHAPTER 9: “OUR FIRST TIME”​

Simon had already taken his surprise. I held it in front of my face—and there it was: my white jockstrap, stiff with dried cum, stained yellow in places. Look at you, Simon.



Of course, I couldn’t resist smelling it. His scent mixed with his release was intoxicating. I buried my face in it, breathing him in, until I realized Simon was standing in the doorway, watching me with his cum rag in my mouth, eyes closed, and my hand inside my pants.



“Hmm…”



“Fuck.”



I quickly shoved the jockstrap back under the pillow and zipped up my pants. Simon let his towel drop to the floor, and my jaw nearly hit the bed. It felt like a dream.



He climbed onto the bed and lay down beside me, completely naked, letting me take in every inch of him. He grabbed my wrist and guided my hand onto his cock.



“It’s all yours, kiddo. Your lollipop.”



It was the first time I’d ever touched another man’s cock, and it was nothing like my own. It felt heavier, hotter—alive.



I started stroking slowly, up and down, feeling him grow in my hand. His breathing deepened, a soft moan escaping his lips. My own bulge was straining against my pants.



“Get naked,” he ordered.



I stood up and gave him something like a strip show, tossing my clothes aside until I was down to socks.



“Fully naked,” he added with a smirk, nodding at my feet. I peeled them off and tossed them to the floor before climbing back into bed.



I’d been craving Simon since the day we met, and now he was finally mine. Kneeling beside him, I reached for his cock again.



“S… stop.”



I froze. “What?” His expression had changed—there was a flicker of hesitation in his eyes.



“Tom… this is our first time. I want to go slow. We’ve got all night.”



I didn’t want the moment to turn awkward, so I straddled his waist and kissed him instead. His hands gripped my thighs, mine cupped his jaw, and we sank into each other.



His kisses weren’t just hot—they were intimate. His tongue moved with perfect rhythm, like it belonged in my mouth. We made out for what felt like half an hour before he pulled back, holding my face.



“I’m all yours.”



He laced his hands behind his head, showing off his hairy, sweaty armpits and flexed biceps. I trailed kisses down his jaw, then his neck—leaving marks so everyone would know he was mine.



I kissed along his arms, worshiping his biceps, then buried my face in his musky armpits. The taste, the scent—it was addictive.



Moving down, I massaged his meaty pecs, teasing his nipples, kissing my way across his abs. I skipped his cock for now, heading for his thighs and calves—my leg fetish in overdrive—before ending at his gorgeous feet. I licked between his toes, along his soles, even sucking a few toes into my mouth.



We locked eyes, and he smirked. “I know you’ve been wanting this since the day we met.”



That was all the permission I needed. I took his cock into my mouth. It was perfect—uncut, thick, a solid eight inches. The foreskin barely covered the head, which was already slick with precum.



It was only my second blowjob ever, but judging by Simon’s moans and the way his body tensed, I was doing something right. He grabbed my hair, guiding me down until my nose was buried in his trimmed pubes. I gagged slightly, pulled back for air, then dove in again at his urging.



“Gag… gag…”



His cock was slick with my spit, and I wiped my mouth before shifting, ready to have him taste me—



When my phone rang.



“Hey,” I said, putting it on speaker.



“Tom…”