Date: 13 Apr 1999 10:44:46 -0000 From: Blake Dorson 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. Feedback welcome! fantasy@eroticwriters.com