Date: Wed, 22 Aug 2018 22:15:59 -0400
From: George DeCarlo
Subject: A Gay Boy's High School Years - Chapter 4

	The rest of that year went by pretty smoothly. I got to spend more
time with Frank and some of his football pals (including Godzilla dick Mark
Ball) and sniff a few jocks while I'm at it. During the summer, I started
thinking about a lot of things. About what I'd do once I got back to
school. About how all the guys in my grade must look now. In fact, I
started to exercise more during the summer with Frank, giving myself a
gracious eyeful of his glistening beautiful tan skin. And I found out that
he actually does have a brother in my grade whose name is Joe. Now that I
think about it, I've seen him around school a few times. I'm pretty sure he
was on the lacrosse team and was a little bit taller than me. He was cute
too. Who knows? Maybe if I didn't have a chance with Frank, I did with Joe.

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	But things in sophomore year were already different. This year, I
was in much more higher level classes, the hardest of which had to be
United States History. Frank had given me some good study habits last year
(as well as some "other" habits of the pleasurable kind) but he was no
longer my tutor. I had to find a study buddy, and quite possibly a
fuck-buddy if I'm lucky. It was 3rd period and I had turned in my test on
the American Colonies, sat back at my desk and scanned the room.

	Of the sample of male classmates in my class, there only really
seemed to be one I could see myself becoming good friends with, and maybe
something more: Jon Taub, a boy that went to my middle school. The first
time I had seen him was when I had language arts in 6th grade. He was in
the period before me and walked out the classroom as I walked in. He did a
little dance that I thought was so cute, and his smooth brown hair that
spiked at the front looked the same way now. There was one time in 8th
grade, when we had an activity in gym class where we were all blindfolded
and sat around a table. He put his arm around me and asked in a humorous
tone "Is this Jason?". I must have blushed really hard. He's actually on
the football team too.

	Once class ended I caught up with him. I played it through in my
head, what I would say to him and how I would say it. I gave him a little
tap on the shoulder to alert him to my presence. He turned to me.

	"So... aced or bombed?" I asked. I hope this wasn't too familiar
for the first time we ever spoke.

	"Bombed. Definitely bombed." His voice, while a little higher and
squeakier than the other guys on the team, was still rather deep and
masculine. "Dude, that last half of the multiple choice was insane."

	"Wanna exchange phone numbers?" I asked him. And we did. After the
morning periods were over, I texted him if he wanted to eat lunch with
me. We got some food from one of the cafeterias and went outside to eat. We
spoke that entire time, just barely finishing our food before the bell rang
again. I learned he had a younger brother who was going to be a freshman at
Waterford next year.

	The rest of that day, I couldn't stop thinking about him. What was
he gonna be? Just a study buddy? A friend? A... boyfriend?

	School ended and I walked home clutching my backpack straps to my
sides, just thinking about the possibilities. I mean, this was really the
first time I could actually do something with another guy. I had jerked off
before, watched some porn, and sniffed some musky-ass jocks. But this was
the first time I could actually do something.

	I went to sleep that night thinking about just this, but that's
when my phone rang. It was Jon. Jonathan. Why was he calling me this late
at night? The hairs on my arm stiffened and I immediately became alert. I
answered his call.

	I paused for a few seconds before I decided to go with a simple
"Hello." My voice faltered a little.

	"Jason..." He said in a breathy voice. He sounded half-asleep. His
voice was hot as fuck, though.

	"Dude..." He paused for a moment. "Fuuuck." He really dragged the
second word. I could immediately feel blood rushing down to my dick. It was
animalistic.

	"Izzi... she broke up with me dude" He said in that same lazy
breathy voice. I forgot, he told me he and his girlfriend were having
relationship issues. He seemed like he could feel the same erotic tension
between us that I could. The air was almost electric. I'm pretty sure I
heard something moving on the other hand. And then I realized, he was
stroking his dick. He was. I was sure of it. "I want you..." He said into
the phone. And that was when I started to leak pre-cum into my underwear.

	"Oh yeah?... What do you want to do with me?" I inquired, stroking
my now rock-hard dick to the rhythm of our breathing.

	"I want to rub my dick all over you." He panted into the
phone. "God, you should see the size of it right now." I shuddered at those
words. I pictured it. Him in his room. His dick, absolutely monstrous,
tenting his covers and starting to leak, a little curved too. His muscular
hand stroking it up and down.

	"Why don't you put it in me?" I said back. I imagined how a dick
(let alone his dick) would feel in my ass.

	"How much?" he asked. I imagine his head leaned back, his hand
stroking his dick faster and faster.

	"A lot" I said, with a slight chuckle. I started to rub faster too.

	"I'm putting it inside you..." He said, and he started to moan a
little. He grunted deep, but his voice raised every now and then.

	"Oh god. Oh yeah." I say, now completely lost in a state of
euphoria. My room fades away before me and I imagine myself in his. My body
positioned downward. Him on top of me, sending kisses down my neck as he
thrusts his massive cock in and out of me, leaving me gasping for air.

	"I'm fucking you" He says above me. I quickly turn my head upward
to kiss him as he fucks me. His dick deep in my ass, our lips interlocking
- we are as connected as humanly possible.

	"Oh God. Oh fuck!" He almost yells. I could feel a warm stickiness
begin to fill up in my gut as he empties his balls into me. I shoot my load
as well right onto his sheets. No doubt they will leave a stain. I open my
eyes and I see pitch black. I'm still in my room. I can still hear his
breathing on the other end. We just both came. Holy shit. This just
happened.

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	"So, down for the real deal?" Someone said. It was Jon. He gave my
locker door a little slam when he said it, which startled me. I hadn't seen
him all day at school after our little phone exchange yesterday.

	"Dude... I mean last night was hot as fuck but... I thought you
were straight-" And then what happened next made me want to melt and die at
the same time. He slammed my locker shut and then pinned me against it. He
leaned in and gave what felt like the most passionate kiss I had ever seen,
let alone had as this was my first kiss. It was long and I was immediately
hard. Thank god there was nobody else in the hallway.

	Caught up in the moment, I dropped one of my books and bent down to
pick it. But then I saw the size of his dick. Not too far off from what I
imagined. Bigger, in fact. The thing looked like it had a mind of his own,
hard and bulging out his jeans.

	"Stay after school." He left hickeys on my neck as he said
this. "Meet me at the football field at 6:00 P.M.".

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	And so I stayed after school. The rest of that day Frank would not
stop bothering me about my hickeys, and who this guy was.

	I walked onto the middle of the football field and was suddenly
turned around and pinned down. It was Jon again.

	"You really like to do that, huh?" I joked. There was nobody here
right now, so I didn't mind. Was he going to fuck me right here on the
field? I got hard at the thought of that.

	"I'm gonna fuck you right here." He said and I smiled. "We have a
game in an hour and nobody will know that two guys just fucked on their
precious football field, shooting their loads all over." He kissed into my
neck and then downward. And that is exactly what we did. We fucked and
fucked in every position imaginable and shot an insanely large amount of
cum onto that field. I stayed on the sidelines and watched the game
afterwards. It was so fun and hot watching some of the football players
fall onto the grass, only to have part of their gear covered in a sticky
white substance. And watching their face of disgust when they realized what
it was was even hotter.