Yesterday, Nick didn't have to leave in a hurry... I mean, he would come over but then he ended up changing his mind. I wanted to call him to know if everything was ok, but I'm sure he had his chores and stuff and I didn't want to pester him, so, no, I didn't call him.
That day, as we were in class and the teacher was talking, do you know that moment in which you slept enough but it seems you didn't just because you're a teen and the teacher's voice sounds like a lullaby and air seems heavy? Well, in that moment, Nick put his notebook on my desk.
"Hi =D" it was written. I looked at him and he smiled and winked at me. He was so cute. That morning, the sun was reaching the classroom through the window, as I looked at him the window was behind me, so the light was shining his face and lighting the hazel shades in his eyes. He had his head a little tilted, looking at me.
"Why are you doing this?" I wrote in continuation and handed his notebook back to him.
"Because the teacher doesn't want us to talk during class. Are you okay?" he wrote and the notebook got back to me.
"Sure. Why? BTW, are yoU?" and I handed him the notebook back.
"Because you are silent, like far away." I read his note back.
The teacher was looking in our direction as he continued his explanation, so I held the notebook with me for a few minutes.
When the teacher went to the other side of the class I returned the notebook back to Nick.
He got the notebook with him like for two more minutes in his classical cute thinking position: He had a pencil in his hand and was biting, looking at the page.
"So, did you like the weekend?" I got the notebook with this question.
"Sure. Did you?" I wrote.
"Yeah, it was the best!" he wrote.
"So, what did you like the most?" he asked.
"Ah, that's easy. The party, Friday night."
After that, the teacher gave us an exercise with only five minutes to finish and we had to hurry.
On next class, I was zoning out, thinking – again, I know – how beautiful Nick is, his beautiful eyes, his way to treat me, you know, he's always so polite, always worried about me, when I dislocated my foot, when I spilled ice cream on his pants, when we're talking on the phone...
For lunch, I had pepperoni sandwich with apple juice and Nick had chicken nuggets and pancakes.
He had some candies in his pocket, so he unwrapped one and offered me.
"Do you want some candy?" he offered me.
"Strawberry, my preferred one." I said, accepting it.
"Mm... strawberry flavor was the last one, the others are mint I guess."
"No problem." I replied.
"Hold on." he said. He carefully took the candy in his hand, he bit it and cracked it in half with his teeth. He held the half of it with his fingers and put it close to my lips. I slowly opened my mouth and got the candy and for a moment I sucked his index finger and thumb along with it.
"Thanks." I giggled.
He just giggled back in reply.
After the final bell rang, I met Nick by the school door.
"So, do you wanna come over?" I asked Nick.
"Today, I can't." he replied.
"We can play video games... or cards... it's gonna be fun!" I said "I promise!" I pushed with a light punch on his shoulder.
"Hehe, thanks, but I really can't. Mom's gonna pick me up here at school. She says we have to run some errands and she wants me to help with the groceries." he completed.
And with that I saw my possible cheerful afternoon turn into boring full of homework afternoon and my afternoon turn into evening.
"Should I get a break... ah and maybe call Nick?" I was thinking. "No, I have to finish these physics exercises `cause they're really difficult and I can't afford another low grade in the upcoming test..."
After I finished I would call Nick but I realized that maybe he wasn't home as he said he would run some errands with his mother. So, I decided I should have a shower first, instead.
As I took my clothes off and got under the hot spray a boner came to life. I decided to ignore it a little.. maybe it would go away... so I got my hair wet, under the water spray, washed my face and with my eyes closed I could only picture a blond feature, with longish hair, blond locks, thin nose, rosy cheeks, white smile, pink lips...it was Nick, of course.
As I had to wash my inner thighs and my balls it only got worse and it felt so relaxing as the hot water hit my shoulders and my neck.
Involuntarily, I started stroking my shaft and when I was about to wash it I didn't know if the sticky thing was either soap or precum. I climaxed and washed the remaining of my little play, getting all clean out of the shower.
I got some clothes and went downstairs to pick the phone and call Nick.
The bell rang.
"Nick?! I mean, hi, come on in."
"Sit down on the couch. Do you want some water?"
"Yeah, please. Thanks." he said.
"Mm... how come you're here?" I asked after he finished drinking his glass of water.
"You didn't call so..." he started.
"I know, I..." I was going to say I was about to call him but just got quiet for him to continue instead of talking too much.
"I... so, do you remember I had to run some errands with mom?" he reformulated. I just nodded. "So, I had to pick some milk and ah there's a bakery, you know, here, down the street."
"Riight. Isn't there a bakery in your neighborhood?" I asked a little puzzled, `though it was a very good surprise.
"Yeah, but... it's not as good as the one the sell around here." he finished lightly tilting his head with a shrug.
"Hi, Nick, how are you?" mom said "Pete, offer him some biscuits with milk and chocolate if he wants to."
The phone rang as were having a snack. It was Mrs. Schaeffer. Mom put on the speakerphone, `cause she was cooking, using both hands and moving from one side to the other, in the kitchen as we were eating biscuits by the kitchen's table...
"Yeah, Nick's here."
"What's he doing there?" his mom asked.
He was just drinking his milk in silence, actually looking at the milk and he was flushing, maybe it's because the milk was warm and he was having a big gulp.
After that, we were watching some TV but I swear it looked like five minutes his father was there. It seems my father had to pick his father at the office because of something I didn't understand or didn't care ask not to lose Nick's attention...
"Hi, Nick. Hey, Peter, how are you?" Mr. Schaeffer said as he arrived along with my father who went leaving his case in the kitchen and greet mom, I guess.
"Great you're here, now we can go home." Mr. Schaeffer continued.
"Hey, don't you wanna stay over for dinner, s'almost ready." mom invited. We looked at him.
"No, champ, we can't, mom's waiting and I'm gonna be a dead man if we let the food get cold, let's go." he said and patted on Nick's leg.
As we got up from the couch he kinda sidehugged both of us. He was a big man you could say. "So, you two guys are hanging out a lot together lately, huh." he said as we both looked upwards at him and he ruffled our hair.
"Bye, Roy." he waved to my father as he motioned Nick towards the door.