Date: Wed, 14 Oct 2009 14:42:27 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "I've Got a Crush on Jesse,Part Two" by Jay Roberts    Gay High School

The next day Tad and I slipped out of class and sat in the bleachers.  It
was an excellent day and Tad always tried to catch rays.  He believes that
it cures acne, but from the evidence, I don't think so.

I finished telling him about my steam room adventures.  I share everything
with Tad.  After all once you've jerked up with a guy, what else is so
private?

"What do you think?" I asked Tad.

"First off, I sure envy you getting cozy with that hunk.  Shit, if I held
hands with him, I'd probably deliver the milk.  It could be that he is a
straight boy who is just gay curious and he knows he was taking no chance
coming on to you because you've been staring at him for a month.."

"You mean, what happened is all there is?"

"Could be.  Be careful.  He may be suffering from after- shock and he could
really vent it on you.  He's a lot bigger than you.  He could take you
apart.  Then too, leave him for me."

"He wouldn't be interested in your baby cock."

"Maybe small, but I shoot further than you."

"That's because it takes longer for my stuff to travel up the long flesh
tube."

This kind of dumb conversation always relaxes us.  Truth is that Tad had a
really nice one, and the first one that I ever saw that was circumcised.

We both heard the bell from the school building for the end of the period.
We hurried back.  He went to his class and I to mine; a class in which
Jesse would be sitting diagonally across from me.

Oh shit, I forgot how terrific he looks.  From the angle of my seat, I
could see the curve of his cheek and also the curve of his calf.  His long
blond eyelashes glinted in the light coming in from the window.  I guess he
felt my eyes boring a hole in his neck.  He turned around and sort of frown
at me.  Even frowning he looked un-fucking-believable.

He darted out the door the moment we were dismissed.  I cut through the
groups, pushing people away to their annoyance and scuttled after him.
Finally, walking fast I was following him about ten feet behind.  He knew I
was there.  He spoke to me out of the side of his mouth, and said the
amazing words: "You want a blow job again?"

This was like espionage.  I answered him out of the side of my mouth.  This
was the way to talk right now, apparently.  "Sure.  Where?"

More harsh whispers.  "I have the key to the outside toilet at the end of
the grandstand.  I'll go first, then you follow about five minutes later.
Knock on the door five times so I'll know it's you."

He picked up his pace as he headed for the athletic field.  Sure enough, in
the distance, I caught sight of him hurrying the length of the stands to
the toilet.  I looked at my watch and timed myself.  At the metal door I
knocked five times.  Fuck!  Why didn't he say two times.  My knuckles were
skinned.

I entered.  The light was off.  Only the dim afternoon light entering from
the high windows near the sinks.  My heart was beating wildly.  This could
be trap.  But then I heard his voice.  It sounded shaky, like he was scared
of me.

"I'm here in the handicap one on the end.  It has more room."

I came in.  There he was, I could make him out in the near dark.  His knees
were shaking.  The boy was in a state...of something.  Pity rushed over me.
"Jesse, calm down.  I wouldn't hurt you for the world."

Then, amazingly, he began to weep softly.  Now you don't really know me,
but honestly I'm a nice guy and right then my own eyes got teary.  I
reached my arms out and put then around Jesse heaving and sobbing body.  He
nestled his wet cheek into my neck and mumbled something.

"What?" I asked, moving back a bit.

"Robert, I don't think I'm gay, at least not with anyone else.  I think I'm
in love with you.  And you can have a blow job anytime you want it, just
ask."

Well my honey baby sure sounds gay, but who am I to judge.  But I didn't
have time to think about this as he put his arms around my neck and pulled
me close.  Then he put his hot, scalding full lips against mine and pressed
hard.

I stopped being analytical.  I returned the kiss.  I unconsciously pushed
the tip of my tongue into it.  He responded with a full French kiss.  We
sucked face and moaned into each other's mouths until we got so drunk with
the experience that we had to end it.  We stood two feet apart, breathing
heavily, both with questioning looks on our faces, seeming to ask: "What's
next."

The answer came to Jesse.  "I want you to make love to me."

"Isn't that what we both did just now?"

"No, I mean I want you to enter my body."

Wow, he meant for me to fuck him.  I have no experience with man, woman or
beast in that regard, unless you count my jerking off Prince, my dog.
While I was pondering, he wasted no time.  His jock fingers were fumbling
with my shirt.  Then he opened my belt buckle and then as he mauled me he
got me totally naked, then himself.  This was all surreal.

Then he made a sort of mattress out of our clothes and then lay down on his
back and lifted his powerful legs, his knees were at his ears and his hands
were around his ankles, holding them up.

I could see his pucker, ringed with blond hair, the hole was making kissing
motions toward me.

Like a drugged zombie I sunk to the floor and put my cock head against that
hole.  He was puffing like he did when he lifted weights.  "Easy Jesse,
this is new to me too."

"Push it in."  As he said this, I could see rivulets of sweat running down
his muscular chest.  He had the most horrible look on his face, a mixture
of fear and passion.  I moved forward and pushed.  My prick, surprisingly,
entered without strain.  I guess he wanted it so bad.  In a moment my dark
brown pubic hair was against his gorgeous ass cheeks.

He looked up at me piteously, "Please Robert, Bobby, fuck me, make me
yours."

Boy, those words made me feel I had entered the world of adult sex, even if
it was gay sex.  It signified to me that I had a responsibility to make the
next few minutes memorable.  I began pulling out and then pushing in.  He
was mewling with excitement.  I was pleased that I could engender that
response, but soon I became lost in the gigantic, electrical experience
that blocked my intellectual thoughts and replaced them with the animal
lust of coupling.

If anyone was near the outside of this place, they would have heard out
growls and grunts and piggish noises.  We were rutting, bathed in sweat and
drool.  It was the greatest experience of my life.

When it was over, Jesse kissed me again, our sweating chins sliding around
and our lips hard to purse.  "You go first.  I have the key to lock up.
Just head up to school and I'll see you on the steps."

"You mean, we can be seen together, walk together?"

"You bet, and if anyone says anything, you'll beat them up."

"Me?  You're the fighter, Jesse; I'm the lover."

It's true, students may have guessed or didn't care that we were always
together.  We graduated that year and now are at the same college.
Nothing's forever, but we may prove that to be wrong.

End