Date: Mon, 13 Sep 1999 01:13:16 GMT From: "Jason S." <jasons77@hotmail.com> Subject: "A Good Start" -------------- **LEGAL CRAP** -------------- All usual disclaimers apply. If you are offended by erotic homosexual content, leave now. If you're under 18, you probably shouldn't read this story, but if you made it this far, reading this dumbass disclaimer won't stop you, so don't get caught, ok. If you are offended by erotic homosexual activities between teenagers, then what the hell are you doing here??? This story is property of the author. You may distribute this story as long as I'm given credit for writing it, the story is not at all changed, and you do not charge anyone a fee for reading it. Enjoy! Questions/comments/CONSTRUCTIVE criticisms are welcome at JasonS182 @aol.com I will ignore flames, so find something better to do. A Good Start ------------ I was nervous. But then, I guess your first day at a new school would do that to you. My name is Jason Richards. I'm 15 years old a sophmore in high school. I'm about 5'8" and 140 pounds. People tell me I'm pretty good-looking, but I really don't see it. I think I'm pretty average-looking. Anyway, today I was starting at Ridgeton School. I didn't even really mind being nervous. I couldn't be any worse than the hell that was my old public high school. Nobody there gave a shit about anything except football and who was fucking who. Not that I had a problem with fucking, it's just that it got annoying to hear about it so much. And also my idea of sex is a little...different than most people. You see, I'm gay, and I'm still very much closeted. Not a single person knew about me. Which made it difficult to meet anyone. I kept hoping things would change. My parents kept going on about how I should try to make new friends and everything now that I'm going to a new school. It's not that I don't want to, they just don't seem to understand that it's not that easy. Espically because I'm really shy and being gay just makes me even more shy because I don't want to say anything that could "out" me. But I was going to try to be a little less quiet. I had to keep telling myself that people here wouldn't laugh at me if I said something intelligent, unlike before. It would take some getting used to. The bus pulled up to the entrance, marked by a large brick sign that said Ridgeton Academy in bright gold letters. It had been a long ride. The school was about 45 minutes away from me, and the ride was made longer by the bus having to pick up other students. I got off the bus and headed past the lower school to the high school that was just behind it. There had been a new student orientation last week, so I had a vague idea where I was going. The school was pretty small, there were only about 140 people in the high school, 35 in the sophmore class, so even a school for all 12 grades wasn't all that big. I found the high school office and picked up my schedule. Oh great, chemistry first period. I was hoping for something meaningless first, so it wouldn't matter if I slept through it. I'm not a morning person. Everybody was in the halls talking to their friends. Since I didn't know anyone yet, I just quickly went to my locker and dropped my lunch off before wandering off to find the chemistry room. I didn't take too long for me to find it and I was early. No one else was there I just found a seat. I had only been there for about a minute when HE walked in. The most beautiful sight I had ever seen. About my height, a thin frame, and the most beautiful blond hair. It was so blond, it seemed to be glowing with the light in the room. He glanced over at me and then walked over. Oh shit! He was walking towards me! What was I gonna do?!?! I was worried I would piss my pants right there or something. "Hi," he said. His voice was just as beautiful as the rest of him. It sounded almost...musical. I had to say something so I didn't look like an idiot! "Uhh...hi," I managed to stammer. Damn! I must have sounded like a complete idiot! He smiled showing a perfect set of white teeth. Did he have any idea what he was doing to me??? "I don't know you. Are you new," he asked. "Umm...yeah" "Ok, I thought so," he replied. "I'm Brett. What's your name?" Simple enough question. Then why the hell was it so hard for me to answer him? I finally managed to say "Jason." "Ok. Hi Jason," he said extending his hand. I grasped in and he shook my hand. Omigod! I touched him! I could never wash that hand again. "This is gonna suck having chem first period," he said, obviously far more relaxed than me. "I hear Dr. Thompson is really hard." I chuckled a little. "Great," I mumbled. Just then, someone else walked into the room. He was pretty good looking, athletic build, brown hair...but nothing compared to Brett. "Hey Brett, did you find yourself a new friend or something," he said with a weird looking smile. "Shut up Dave," said Brett, smiling back "Jason, this is Dave. Dave, this is Jason. He's new." "Oh," said Dave. "Hi Jason." He extended his hand. I shook his hand also. "Welcome to Ridgeton." "Thanks," I said. I was starting to loosen up a little. That was a good sign. I was already looser than I'd ever been in the last couple of years. The rest of the class was gradually filing in and then Dr. Thompson, the chemistry teacher, walked in. "Okay everyone, sit down," she said. Everyone headed for a seat. Brett took the seat next to me. Well, if he was gonna sit there all year, I probably wouldn't sleep through first period, but I doubted I'd learn to much chemistry either. Dave gave Brett the same weird-looking smile as he walked to the seat behind Brett and sat down. Dr. Thompson went over her rules and stuff, about tests and homework and all that other first-day shit. I wasn't really paying attention. My mind was consumed with thoughts of Brett. He filled my mind, thoughts of his cock and thoughts of my mouth on his cock. I could feel by own cock begin to swell up inside my jeans. Luckily, I was wearing fairly baggy jeans. I kept trying to look over at Brett without him noticing. Our eyes met a few times, but I looked away quickly. The 45 minute class seemed to fly by while I was thinking about Brett. My cock was still very hard in my jeans. Despite the loose jeans, I didn't want to rist being caught with a hard-on, so I stood up and held the chemistry textbook that had been handed out in front of my crotch. At least I'd finally found something good to do with school books! "Hey Jason," Brett called in his mesmorizing voice. "What do you have next?" I grabbed the schedule out of my pocket and glanced quickly at it. "Spanish," I said. "Cool," Brett smiled. "Me too." Well there's another class that's not gonna be getting to much attention from me. "Hey, lemme see your schedule." I handed the paper to him. He compared it to his schedule for a few seconds "Hey we have English together. And gym, but we don't have that til later this week," he said. Well, maybe I'd enjoy gym for once. "We also have a free period together and the end of the day." If only he knew what I'd like to do with that free time. "Cool," I said, trying not to sound too overjoyed, even though I was. I wanted to see as much of this blond god as I possibly could. "Well, let's go," said Brett. "I'll show you where the Spanish room is." "Okay. Thanks," I said. "No problem." Spanish turned out a lot like chemistry had, the teacher rambling on with that first-day shit and me daydreaming about sex with Brett. Brett introduced me to a couple other people, like Russ, Christine, and Greg. I was suprised. Things were going much better than I expected. Everybody seemed to be very nice. Third and fourth periods passed rather slowly, I had nothing to pass the time since Brett wasn't there to stare at. Finally though, it was time for lunch. Since the school was so small, everybody ate lunch together so I was hoping to see Brett. I went to my locker and grabbed my lunch and was about to sit down at an empty table in the corner when I heard a voice. "Hey Jason, come over here dude!" It was Brett's unmistakeably sweet voice. I looked over to where he was waving at me from and waved back. I couldn't believe it! He actually wanted me to sit with him! I walked over and sat down at the table. Brett was there, along with Dave, Russ, and a few other people. We just made pointless chit- chat for about a half hour. It felt good though. It felt like I was finally wanted somewhere. Again, I was transfixed by the beauty of Brett the whole time. I thought I saw him staring at me a few times, but I figured it was just my imagination and wishful thinking. At least I'll always have my imagination...and my right hand. Lunch seemed to end to quickly and I had to go to history while Brett was off to Algebra 2. Brett waved to me and said "See you in English, Jason." "Yeah," I replied. "See you later." History was pretty boring, although the teacher did at least seem to have a good sense of humor. After that was art. Art had always bored the hell out of me, so the combination of that and not being able to see Brett made the 45 minutes seem to crawl by. Finally art was over and it was time for English. I've never looked foward to an English class so much! I walked in. Brett was already there, joking around with Dave, so I walked up and sat down next to him. "Hey Brett," I said. "Oh hi Jason," said Brett. "Didn't see you come in. How were your other clases?" "Well, art was boring as hell," I said. "Yeah I know," said Brett with a smile. Damn, that smile just made my heart melt. "Well, English isn't gonna be much better. I hear Mrs. Foster's really boring." I laughed. If only he knew how much better it would be. Once again, I didn't hear one word the teacher said. My thoughts were totally dominated by the god sitting across from me. This was gonna be a problem once we started doing stuff in class that mattered. Oh well, as long as there's Brett, I don't care. English finally ended and it was time for the last period of the day. I had a free period, and to make it even better, so did Brett! I hoped I could talk to him a little more, even if only to hear that voice. We walked out into the student area and Brett sat down. Not wanting anyone to be suspicous, I took a seat a little ways from him. I was probably being overly cautious. It was kind of quiet at first, but the Brett broke the ice a bit. "So Jason, what kind of music do you listen to?" "Umm...I like lots of alternative stuff," I replied nervously, "like the Offspring, Green Day, Nine Inch Nails...stuff like that." "Oh cool. Me too. I love the Offspring!," said Brett with a smile. "I'm kind of a music freak. I blow so much money on CD's!" I laughed. "Me too! That's, like, all I do with my money." "Tell me about it," laughed Brett. We talked about music for a while. We also talked about some general kind of stuff. I found out that Brett lived about 20 minutes away from me, he had just turned 16 and gotten his driver's license, he was an only child, and other stuff like that. Even just talking to him felt so great. I mean, I've talked to people before, and I've enjoyed conversations before, but this was something else. It was like we were the same person. Everything was the same, likes, dislikes...everything. It was great. All too soon though, the school day came to an end and it was time to go. We started slowly walking away, then Brett spoke. "Hey Jason," he seemed to be thinking pretty hard, "do you... umm...want a ride home or something? Your house is right on the way to my house." Did I want a ride home??? Hell yeah I did! I tried to sound composed. "Sure. That'd be great Brett. Thanks." "No problem. Come on, my cars out front." I readily followed. I took the opprtunity to notice his incredible ass. It seemed to bounce a little with every step, but it wasn't like it was huge or anything. It was beautiful, just like the rest of him. I wondered if maybe I shouldn't have agreed to go because I didn't know how long I'd be able to control myself. We walked in into the parking lot to Brett's car. He unlocked it and I hopped in the front seat, Brett behind the wheel. It was about a 40 minute drive to my house. 40 minutes with the most beautiful guy in the world mere inches from me. I was so lucky, but I'd have to be careful not to let his great body drive me totally insane. We started the 40 minute drive. I was pretty quiet, I guess I was just nervous that I'd say something to give myself away and lose a friend. Brett tried to break the ice. "So Jason...what did you think of Ridgeton?" "Umm," I stuttered, "it was pretty good. Way better than my old school." "Oh, cool," responded Brett. "What was your old school like anyway?" This question got me talking. I went on for quite some time, at least 20 minutes, about this, so I won't bore you with every word. I kind of went over that stuff at the beginning anyway, and I don't want to have to think about it again. So, anyway, back to the story. "Oh. That sounds tough," said Brett. "People at Ridgeton are usually pretty nice though." "Seemed like it," I replied. There was a brief pause. "Hey Jason," said Brett, "how about... ummm...do wanna just come over to my house and we can screw around there for a while...if you want, I mean. It's only another 20 minutes." My heart leapt and I tried to contain my excitement. "Sure," I replied. "That'd be great." If only he knew how much I'd really like to "screw" around, if you catch my drift. About half an hour later, we reached Brett's house. My house was by no means small, but Brett's house made it seem like the ghetto. The place was huge! I'd probably get lost in it! "Wow," I said. "Nice place you got here." "Yeah, I guess it's not too bad," said Brett sarcastically. I smiled at him. "Both my parents are doctors." "Cool," I said. "I'm glad we came here, this place makes my house look tiny." Brett smiled at me. Damn, I wish he'd quit doing that, he was driving me crazy! We walked into the house. The inside was just as nice as the outside. I don't know much about decorating houses, but I can tell when something costs a hell of a lot of money, and they had lots of that kind of stuff. "Come on," said Brett, "let's go to my room." We ascended an elegant flight of stairs and his room was at the top. It was easily 3 times the size of my room back at home! It was enourmous! The walls were covered with posters, there was a computer in the back, and all sorts of other expensive electronics. And in one corner there was a large bed that looked like it was made for two people to share. Oh, who was I kidding? Why did I have to keep torturing myself with this wishful thinking when I knew damn well that nothing was going to happen. We just kind of screwed around for the next hour or so. We surfed the net, listened to some music, stuff like that. But every minute of it felt so great, because every minute was spent with Brett and that was all that mattered. The best part was when we were both lying on the bed listening to music. I figured I should enjoy this since this would probably be the only way I could get into bed with him. So I layed there, not really listening to the music, just admiring his perfectly sculpted body, but trying not to look like I was admiring it. About an hour later, we were getting a little hungry, so Brett headed downstairs to get us some potato chips. I was a little bored so I started going through a stack of magazines he had beside his bed, just out of curiosity. There were some Sports Illustrated's, a few music magazines, all the typical stuff like that. But when I got to the bottom of the stack, my heart stopped. It was a gay porno! Could Brett really be gay? This was just too good to be true! I started flipping through the pages, noticing the sticky, white stains on several of the pages. I was getting really excited, I could barely breathe! I didn't hear Brett coming up the stairs. The door opened. Startled, I threw the magazine across the room. "Umm...hi," said Brett. "I got the chips. What were you doing?" I got really nervous for some reason. "Nothing. I was just looking through your magazines." "What?" said Brett, getting a very concerned look on his face. "Which ones?" "Well...it was...umm..." Brett looked across the room and found the magazine that I had hurled as he had walked into the room. It laying on the floor, open to a page of a gourgeous guy standing naked on the beach. The look on Brett's face then got very scared. "Oh SHIT," he said. "Just fuckin' great! So I guess you've figured it out by now. I'm gay, a fag, queer, or whatever the hell else you want to call me. I've heard it all. So why don't you just leave ok? I'll never bother you again, I promise." I could see tears welling up in his beautiful blue eyes. It hurt me to see him so sad. I looked over at him a said "It's ok Brett." Brett sniffled. "You don't mind?" "No," I said. "Actually, I was kind of...umm...enjoying that magazine." Brett's face lit up. "Really? So, you're, like, gay too?" "Yeah, I guess." "Oh wow, that's amazing," said Brett, the happiness in his voice very evident. "I've gotta tell you...when I saw you this morning, I totally fell in love with you." Did he just say he was in love with me?!?! This couldn't be real. This was everything I'd hoped for, nothing this good had ever happened to me! "Wow," I said, now very nervous. "This morning...I umm...Brett, you are the most amazing person I've ever met. I love you too!" I said with a broad smile Brett's smile stretched all the way across his face now. "Umm... Jason?" said Brett, "would you mind if I...ummm...kissed you?" I could have fainted right there. He wanted to kiss me! "Brett, I would mind if you DIDN'T kiss me." Brett blushed and then walked over to me and planted his lips on mine. I opened my mouth to allow his tongue to explore it. Our tongues swirled back and forth between each others mouths. We kissed for nearly 10 minutes. By then I had developed quite a hard-on in my pants. While we were kissing we walked over to Brett's bed. We broke our intense kiss only momentarily to remove each other's shirts, and then we got into the bed. The pleasure was even more intense now, with Brett's lean, sculpted chest rubbing electricly against my own. I wanted to stay there, holding Brett's warm body in my arms for the rest of my life. I broke the liplock for a second. "Brett, I really gotta get out of these pants." "I know what you mean dude. Same here," said Brett with a seductive smile. I put my lips to his again, and we kissed as we slowly undid each others jeans and slid them off. I noticed that he also had a very large tent in his boxers. As he slid my boxers down, I did the same to him, revealing a hard 7 inch cock. I moved my mouth down by his dick. I began to lick around it lightly as Brett moaned. Then I took the head in my mouth and began to lick around it before slowly inserting the whole 7 inches into my mouth. I probably would've choked if I wasn't so overcome with pleasure. My natural instincts took over. I began to lick vigourously at his swollen member, spending a lot of time on the underside of his cock. Brett was moaning even louder now as I sucked his cock. He was breathing faster and faster as his moans grew louder. I could tell he was close to cumming. I began to suck even harder than I had been. Then, all of a sudden, Brett's whole body seemed to spasm, he let out one loud yell, and then I felt his warm cum splashing against the back of my throat. His orgasm seemed to last forever. He shot at least 8 streams of cum into my mouth. I swallowed as much of his sweet juice as I possilby could, but some of it ran down the side of my mouth. Brett could tell I was really close to cumming too, so he pulled his cock out of my mouth, and moved his mouth down to my dick and wrapped his lips around my swollen 6 inch cock. I felt so incredible with his tongue licking my cock. Each and every touch of the tongue felt like a little spark of electricity on my cock that shot up through my entire body. Soon enough, I could feel a powerful orgasm building. As Brett continued to suck my cock, I let out a loud scream as the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced erupted from my young body. I also shot many jets of cum into Brett's warm, moist mouth, most of which he swallowed. Even after the cumming had subsided, my body continued to spasm for quite a while. But even though I had just shot my load, I wasn't ready to quit yet, and we were both getting hard again. "Brett, baby," I started, "could you...umm..you know...fuck me?" Brett looked at me. "Only if you fuck me too Jason." I smiled "Okay." Brett reached over to a drawer near his bed and pulled out a tube of KY jelly. "I thought I'd never get to use this stuff," he said. I smiled at him. "Jason, if this hurts too much, please tell me. I don't want to hurt you." "Okay Brett," I responded, placing a quick kiss on his lips as he genourously applied the KY jelly to his 7 inches. I lay back down on the bed, and exposed my virgin asshole to Brett. He slowly placed his dick up to it and began to push. He was having a little trouble getting it in but eventually he got the head of it in. I winced a with the pain, but the pain was quickly replaced by an intense feeling of pleasure. "Are you ok babe?" asked Brett. I nodded "It takes some getting used to, but I'm fine. Keep going man, it feels so good." Brett started to slowly slide more of his cock into me. The pain was almost unbearable at points, but I made it through and the pain was once again replaced by the pleasure of having Brett inside of me. Eventually, Brett had his whole 7 inches into me. He left in there for a couple seconds and then started to slowly slide out before pushing back in again. This felt so good to me, and Brett seemed to be enjoying it too, judging my his moans of pleasure. Brett started to fuck me faster and faster, once again moaning louder and louder before yelling "I gonna cum!!!" And with that I felt Brett's warm cum covering my insides. He had another large orgasm and shot massive amounts of cum into my now non-virgin asshole. Brett pulled his now softening cock out of me, and then turned to me and smiled. "Oh man, that was great. Your turn." "Okay," I said, returning the smile. I grabbed the KY off of the table and applied a good amount of it to my rock-hard 6 inch cock. Brett and I switched positions, with Brett lying down exposing his pucker to me. I pointed my cock at in and started to push. It was much tighter than I had imagined, but after some effort I slowly pushed a little bit of my cock into Brett. "Are you ok, Brett." "Oh yeah," said Brett. I slowly pushed more of my cock in before finally getting the whole 6 inches into Brett's asshole. After a short pause, I slowly pulled by cock back, almost pulling it entirely out, before pushing it back in. It felt amazing. The feeling of his tight virgin asshole wrapped around my cock was simply amazing. I started to pound my cock in and out faster and faster, both myslef and Brett moaning our approval. Soon enough, I could tell I was about to cum again. I let out one final scream as my cock exploded into Brett. I couldn't believe how much cum I shot, espically since I'd just cummed not too long ago. After my body stopped twitching, I pulled out of Brett. "Shit," I said. "That was incredible, Brett." "I know dude," said Brett "I'm glad it was with you." I blushed a little. "Me too. I wouldn't have been nearly as good with anyone else. I love you Brett." "I love you too Jason." And with that we collapsed into each others arms. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- The end. I really hope you liked this story. I'm pretty proud of this one myslef, but then again, it doesn't matter what I think, it's what you think. Please feel free to send comments to jasons182@aol.com. I love hearing what people think of my work. Also, check out my webpage at http://members.tripod.com/jasonstuff/ for my other stories and some other stuff. This was probably just a one-time only story. I don't see a sequel anytime in the near future, but then again, you never know.