Date: Sat, 16 Sep 2023 10:01:15 -0400 From: JP Aradon Subject: Pages from a Yearbook (High School) This is a story about a man who recalls as teenage romance. Al the characters are eighteen. If you enjoy it please donate to nifty.org Pages from a Yearbook By Jaradon I found my high school yearbook; turning the pages brought back memories of my teenage years and one special night. "Go Kevin go!" Kevin Witkowski and Pedro Ramirez were dancing together to the sounds of the Village People. Cindy and Natalie, their respective girlfriends watched from the sidelines giggling. "Look at those two clowns" I heard one of their teammate's shouts. Kevin and Pedro were our high school's football heroes, and this was their victory dance. No one in the crowded gym would ever dare suggest that this was nothing more than gag: a couple of jocks having innocent fun. But I could tell as they moved to the music that this was more than just a familiar dance. The sight of the two dancing jocks was turning me on I could imagine Kevin and Pedro after a long work out, stripping off their t-shirt, shorts, and jock straps. The two sweaty jocks would saunter over to the showers. In my mind this would turn into a porn reel. Kevin and Pedro would stand under the soothing water. They would soap each other and then kiss. The two eighteen-year-old studs would jerk each other off. Pedro would push Kevin against the wall and fuck in the shower. Kevin enjoying the Latino's eight-inch cock. I was getting hard thinking about their muscular body's covered with cum and sweat. The gym felt like an oven and the music was too loud. I stepped outside into the cool night air and breath in deeply. "How's it going man"? I looked up and saw Eddy standing in the shadows. "Alright I guess" I muttered Eddy always made me nervous. "Just hanging out" he answered flashing his irresistible smile. "Going to the dance? "I asked loosening my tie. "That's not my scene dude." Eddy stepped into the light. He was dressed in usual outfit faded jeans and t-shirt. His clothes always seemed too tight for his well-muscled body. They were working class muscles not gym made, earned by shoveling snow, delivering groceries, and mowing lawns on sweltering summer days. Eddy would have made a fine wrestler I thought. "I was leaving anyway." "Where are you headed? Eddy asked. "Home" "Want a lift?" Eddy asked pointing toward his beat-up car. "Sure" I said and followed him. Eddy and I had nothing in common. He was an Irish/Polish kid who was always getting into trouble. I was the nice Cuban/American boy who always got good grades. My parents expected me to get a dull safe job, marry a girl and have a couple of grandchildren. But whenever I saw Eddy, I got other ideas. "You want a beer? `Eddy asked as we cruised down the street. "Never drink and drive," I said. "Relax, I can handle it" he said and touched my thigh. Eddy and I had the same homeroom. That's how we met. He would sit next to me in the back row when he chose to show up. People did not understand our friendship everyone thought he was dumb; but I knew better. Eddy was not interested in school to him it was a complete waste of time. I had tried to convince him otherwise, but it had been a waste of time. "What we need is some music," Eddy said. "Okay" I said and turned on the raid to a top ten station. "No not that Disco shit" Eddy said. Eddy opened the glove compartment and took out a cassette. "Now this is rock and roll." Eddy switched on the player and the music exploded from the speakers. Eddy was not the first boy I had fallen in love with. There had been others starting in the six grades when I had kissed Adam Braydon on the lips. I was seventeen and always horny and there was plenty of good-looking guy at my school. But Eddy was different. Eddy was dangerous. "How do you like it?" "It's too loud!" I shouted. "He is the best!" Eddy and I sat in the dark listening to Bruce Springsteen growl about lonely hearts. "Hey, bud I really need to get going" I said. "Go where? Eddy lowered the volume. "Home, I guess," I said. "I never want to go home," he said. "What do you want then?" I said I could feel the heat from his body. Eddy leaned over and put his hands on my thigh. "Beer makes me horny." "You had too many" I said. "Not tonight" his face was right next to mine our lips almost touching. "Eddy..." "Don't you want to?" he asked. "Yeah." and we kissed. The feeling was electric as if all my hidden desires were now on the open. We had unlocked a door and there was no turning back. "Are you gay? "I mumbled. "I'm just horny" Eddy kissed me back. I was horny too and I really did not care if this was just teenage passion. Eddy was a hot guy, and he was making out with me. "Come here Eddy" and kissed him again. We ripped out clothes off. I loved the feel of his smooth skin. "You are a hot fuck "Eddy grunted as I took his hard cock in my mouth. I kept on sucking his dick as I felt his hands jerking me off. "Suck me bro" I pleaded. Eddy squeezed my balls. "Please dude" Eddy went down on me. We were both sucking each other off now. I love the feel of his hard shaft in my mouth. The way Eddy was handling my cock gave me the feeling this was not his first time at gay sex. "You want to fuck?" "Sure dude" I had no idea what I was doing but if there was gay gene it was kicking in "You gotta a rubber" "No" I said. Eddy searched his jean pocket until he found one. He tore the rapper with is teeth and placed in on my erect dick. "Oh man" I said as Eddy lowered himself on my cock. "Relax dude" I felt my cock penetrating Eddy's ass. It felt so good. "Hot dude" We were both crazy with teenage lust. We did not care if cops caught us. The pleasure we were getting was too much. "Are you gonna cum? "Not yet" I said as I bent him over the front seat and fucked him deeper. "Fuck me dude" Eddy said. And I did until my cock could not take it anymore and I orgasm into my friend's ass. "Oh yeah" Eddy was loving it. I noticed he was still hard. "Give me you cock!" Eddy shoved his dick into my hungry mouth. "Take my load man!" I sucked on his cock until his hot sticky cum was coating the back of my throat. I kissed him again this time longer and deeper. "Love you Eddy" I whispered into his ear. " Eddy and I did not speak as we drove to my house. He dropped me off and I waved goodbye. Is this it? I thought. will I ever see him again? That night I laid in my bed thinking about the night. And the way Eddy and I had made love. Because that is what it had mean to me. No matter where my life leads me things were never going to be the same again. I was staring at the photo of Eddy in the yearbook when my cell phone rang. "Are you still at your parent's" my husband asked. "No, I'm home guess what I'm looking at?" "Old Porn magazines?" "No, our yearbook" "I thought you had lost it." "I found it ." "That brings back a lot of memories." "It did; will you here soon." "Yeah, the traffic is not too bad" "See you soon." "Love you" "Love you Ed." I hung up and though of that first night Eddy and I had made love and everything that came after. The world had changed around us but somehow our love had managed to survive. We were lucky, I guess. This may sound corny, but I do love happy endings. ©2023Jaradonfiction Comments and suggestions are always welcomed!