Date: 13 Apr 1999 10:44:46 -0000
From: Blake Dorson <fantasy@eroticwriters.com>
Subject: Gym-Loving (Gay High school)

Copyright: Blake Dorson 1999

WARNING: The following story contains graphic descriptions of sexual
activity. If you are under the age of 18 or are offended by material
of this nature, please read no further. This is strictly a work of
fiction/fantasy, and by no means, does the author encourage
unsafe sex, or any sexual acts that are illegal in your community.
The author of this literature is a straight male. He writes out of his
belief in free speech, expression, and press. Feedback is welcome. This
author also wrote Dan-and-I (Gay) and Not-Average-Experience (Bi).

Gym-Loving

I knew there had to be a way to get his attention. Yes, I'm a 17 year
old senior in high school, approximately 5'8" and a thin 135 pounds,
and the guy I'm referring to is a 15 year old sophomore, 5'10" and
probably 150 pounds of muscle. We had been going to the same gym for
over a month, and we never really spoke to each other, even though we
recognized each other. I knew I needed to do something daring to get
his attention. Or, I could just say, "Hi."

I'll never forget that Thursday afternoon after school. It was a
beautiful Spring day. The sun was bright and there wasn't a cloud in
the sky, but it was a cool, and breezy day. It was warm enough to be
wearing shorts, but cool enough to carry a light jacket when the wind
whipped up. It was April 21st to be exact. I was in a really good mood
too, I had just sent in my deposit to the college that I wanted to go
to. I was really excited to become a Bulldog next year, I had been a
Patriot for four years in high school. I was about to leave the locker
room when he walked in. He was standing directly in front of me as he
peeled his shirt off his dripping, sweaty body. His smell was strong
and musky, much more like an adult than the teenager he really was. He
had only a little peach fuzz under his arms, and I figured that his
pubic hair probably looked exactly the same. As he pulled his
shirt off, I was surprised to see a plain, wash-board stomach. It
wasn't a six-pack, nor did it have an ounce of fat on it. His pecs
were well defined, but fairly small. He looked much more like me than
I expected. To see that he didn't look like a god gave me the courage
to speak to him. I had done my homework, I had found out what his name
was.

"Hey, Tommy, right?" I said.
"Yeah, what's up?" He responded.
"We see each other here all the time, but I haven't formally
introduced myself. I'm Jonathan." I said.
"Nice to meet you. If you'll excuse me, I need to strip off and take a
shower." He seemed annoyed at my presence.
"Um, Tommy, I was wondering if maybe you'd like to grab a bite to
eat?" I asked.
"I don't drive." He mumbled.
"No problem, I will. Do you need to tell anyone that you're not going
right home?" I suggested.
"Nope." He answered.
"Can we meet out back in a few minutes?" I asked.
"Sure." He replied.

As I was turning around, I saw him pull his shorts off. In the corner
of my eye, I saw his round, plump ass in his briefs. I thought I was
going to die. I was taking this stud out to eat, and I got an erection
just seeing him take his shorts off! That picture would be in my head
the whole time we would be eating. When he came outside, he suggested
that we go to the local sub shop for what would be dinner, it was
around 6 o'clock. We drove to the sub shop, where we both ordered
chicken salad subs, with boardwalk fries, some Doritoes, and a large
soft drink. We talked about working out, and different stretches we
do, and then we talked about how much we hated school. It was a
typical conversation that I would have with any number of my friends.

"Oh, crap! My parents are going to kill me! Look what time it is." I
screamed.
He was shocked when he looked down at his watch to see that it was
7:30.
"Let's go!" I exclaimed.

We ran to the car, and I sped off in the direction of his house. We
were pretty quiet on the way over, so when we pulled up at his house,
there was an awkward silence, and I didn't know what to say. Luckily,
he spoke up.

"Jon, I had a good time, thanks for taking me out. I don't go to the
gym on Friday's, and my mom's not going to be home for the weekend,
would you mind coming over tomorrow to keep me company?" He said.
I was shocked that he got right down to the point, and I was a little
to quick to respond that I would come, and that we should meet outside
the school by the telephone.

It was a long day at school on Friday. I couldn't imagine what we
would do all night, I didn't even know the guy really, and he sure as
hell couldn't have known I was gay. I'm so far in the closet,
sometimes I don't even accept myself. Well, I was developing a scheme
to try and see him naked. I figured it would never work, but it gave
me something to day dream about during the most boring classes.
Finally, the last bell rang. I didn't want to act too excited,
especially considering I was hanging out with a sophomore, seeing as
I'm a senior, but I walked fairly quickly because I just couldn't help
myself. I could see him from all the way down the hall, there was no
mistaking him. He was wearing a tight t-shirt, and low hanging jeans.
He was probably the only guy in school still wearing pants in Spring.
I decided to mess with him...

"Damn, I wish I could get away with wearing that!" I joked.
"You sure could. You work out as much as I do." He responded.
"Let's find out. I gotta stop at a department store for some underwear
anyways. I'll get a shirt just like yours." I said.
"Uh, sure." He stuttered.

When we parked in front of the department store, I told him to stay in
the car because I would only take a minute. I ran in to get what I had
often jacked off in, traditional, low-rise, white Hanes briefs. And,
something else. I mus have been feeling really bold. I guess I just had a
hunch that Tommy was gay, or at least interested in experimenting. I
grabbed a pack of black, y-back thongs.

When I returned to the car, he didn't ask what was in the bag, and didn't
seem the slight bit interested. It made me a little uneasy as I drove, and
it seemed as if his house was a lot farther than it really was. I was
relieved when we finally pulled into his driveway. Just as I was getting
out of the car he blurted out as if he had to get it off his chest really
fast, that his parents weren't going to be home for the weekend. He was
definitely scared that someone would find out he had invited someone to
spend the night without permission. He hurried me in as if the neighbors
wouldn't have noticed a different car in their driveway than usual. It
didn't bother me. If I had my way, he'd relax real, real soon.

We played some computer games, surfed the web, and eventually watched TV.
At 11:30, we were like brothers, laughing, messing with each other, and
were having a lot of fun. He was clearly tired, and I suggested that we
take showers and get ready to go to sleep. He was having way too much fun
to end the night so early, and he suggested that we go swimming in his
indoor pool. He told me to start undressing as he found a bathing suit for
me. I didn't want to be naked when he walked back in, so I stripped to my
briefs, and laid down on the cot as I waited for him. Five minutes later,
he walked in with only a towel around his waist.

"Thank GOD!" he gasped, "I thought I was the only living high school
student who still wore briefs!"
"Well, there you have it, you aren't." I announced.
"I'm really sorry, I don't have a bathing suit for you, or me, they must
be in the laundry." He said as he dropped the towel, revealing his briefs.
"Well, we could go in with our briefs, or naked, if you really want to
swim." I suggested.
"I'm a little too shy for that, Jon. It's one thing to stand around in
your briefs, but when they're wet...that's another story." He replied.
"Skinny dipping is definitely out of the question, then," I said, "But, I
have something that I think we can swim in." I said as I pulled out the
thongs.
I threw him one. He kinda seemed a little scared, shocked, didn't really
know what to say. So, I said something.
"They're not see-through, and they don't reveal your dick, which is what
I'm embarassed about, and you too, I assume," I lied, "It's our little
secret, anyhow. We're like brothers already. Don't look so scared, man."

He ran out of the room to change. When he came back, he was holding his
hands slightly in front of an obvious bulge. He snatched up the towel on
the ground, and wrapped it tightly around himself. I followed him out of
the room. He grabbed me a towel, and we walked down to the pool.

When we got to the pool, he jumped right in, I barely got a view of his
ass at all. I jumped in right behind him. He was content on just floating
and talking, being careful to never turn his back/ass towards me. I was
starting to get really disappointed and discouraged that he wasn't as gay
as I wanted him to be.

"Yo, Jon. This thong thingy is really itchy." He said.
"Damn Tommy, it took you that long to realize it?" I sarcastically
responded.
"Shit, forget modesty, I gotta get this thing off." He said.
I was completely shocked. I was sure that I hadn't heard him right.
"Yo, Jon. I'm not standing here naked if you aren't gonna take the thing
off, you're making me regret that I took it off!" He said.
It seemed like a really homosexual thing to say, and I took it off pretty
quick.

After another ten minutes of talking, and quick glances towards each
others groin area, trying not to let the other see that we were sizing
each other up, he suggested that we get out before we had too much
shrinkage. He got out first, and didn't even grab for a towel. I had a
semi-hard before I even got out of the pool because I was staring at his
limp, yet nice sized piece of meat. He said that he likes to drip dry, so
I said that I would too, to prevent him from getting shy, even though it
was clear that we had gotten over it. I ran up the stairs, staring at his
ass the whole way, trying to see his rosebud. When we reached the top of
the stairs, he went right to the computer and fired up the web browser. He
must have hit something weird, we had opened the browser earlier, but this
time it popped up into gay porn. He tried to get it away, but I prevented
him from doing so by grabbing his wrists away from the mouse/keyboard.

"Do you get off on this?" I asked.
"Uhhh...well..." He stumbled.
"Yeah, that's what I thought, me too." I said.

That was all I had needed to say all evening, because right then, he
pressed his lips to mine. The warmth of his lips and skin, with no
clothing to tangle or get in the way, placed me in heaven as I pushed my
tongue down the back of his throat. As I placed one hand behind his head,
to push our tongues together, and force them to wrestle for space within
our mouths, my other hand went down to his erection, which upon my touch,
began oozing precum like the mouth of a drooling baby. We moved our bodies
to the floor as we placed our cocks together, mixing our precum, and
slipping and sliding as we sucked on each others necks and ears. I was so
hard, and I needed him inside me, so I moved into 69 position to place his
7.5 inches into my mouth. It was too much for me, and I licked up and down
his shaft. My 6.5 inch tool was being deep-throated by my 15 year old
friend. Within 30 seconds I went into what seemed to be an epileptic
seizure. I practically shook and blacked out from the power of my orgasm.
When I came to it, he had swallowed every bit. A little bit of semen had
escaped his penis, and he was semi-hard, but he needed to be finished off.
He placed his rod into my mouth and face-fucked me. His balls slapped my
chin as he screamed my name, begging for me to take more. I gagged and
sucked, trying to make him reach orgasm. As he began screaming that he was
about to cum, I placed a loving finger in his virgin boy cunt. His tight
hole pulled and squeezed my finger as he shot load after load into my
mouth. I hungrily accepted his invitation for something to drink, and I
swallowed, over, and over again. I spent the whole weekend with him. I
took his virginity. And savored every moment of it.

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