Date: Fri, 25 Jun 1999 05:59:58 PDT
From: Frank Ryan <ryan20bi@hotmail.com>
Subject: First Impressions

This is my VERY first erotic story! Enjoy!

			    "First Impressions"

I woke up this morning to what HAS to be the most annoying sound in the
world.  I slammed down on its source, my old alarm clock, and looked at the
time: 6:30 already.  No sweat, half an hour left to get up and get
dressed. But who invented this mind-shattering "beep-beep-beep" those
digital alarm clocks have nowadays? No sixteen-year-old in his right mind
would put up with this crap. Remind me to get an alarm with a radio
tuner. Well, it did its job anyways, I was wide awake now. As I turned
'round, I stretched my neck and shoulder muscles and kicked the sheets off
of me. I was greeted with the sight of my 6-1/2 inch morning hard on
standing up. Of course I couldn't resist!

While I started stroking myself, I thought about my favorite fantasy: two
teen boys doing a 69!  The boy on top slowly going down on his friend,
sucking the soft dickhead clean and licking the shaft up and down while his
ass is being caressed and tickled by his friend's smooth and wet tongue,
running his hands up and down the other's back.  I sped up my steady-rhythm
beating on my dick and gripped my balls firmly while the boys in my fantasy
were bobbing their heads on eachother's cock, sucking and licking until
they both shot their steamy load into their mouths...oh yeah...

With that, I quickly reached the edge and blasted five generous jets of cum
over my bare chest.  I lay there for a few minutes, rubbing the warm fluid
into my chest and over my sensitive and erect nipples. Man did that feel
good... Unfortunately, I had to get up. So after a shower and getting
dressed I spiffed up my hair a bit and gave myself a look-see in the
mirror. There I was, Jason Jennings, in my usual blue jeans-black shirt
getup. My lightbrown hair was standing up nicely today, and my bright green
eyes still had a sleepy look over them. I was positive on one thing: no one
would ever suspect I was gay unless I told them.

But gay I was, and to be honest, I liked it. I guess I am a fairly easy
person. Too much worries will drive you slowly insane anyhow. So when I was
attracted to another boy in sixth grade, it was obvious for me: I'd never
need a girl. Too bad for them too, because I was getting more and more
attention from girls when I entered puberty and it got worse when I went to
secondary school. It was like, I could not walk through a hallway in school
without the usual "Hiiiiii, Jaaaaaay-sooooon" coming at me from behind
several opened locker-doors. Puke.  Anyways, I proceeded down the stairs
and was greeted by my mom.

"Morning, dear. Sleep well today?"

"As well as could be expected.", I replied.

"So, want some breakfast?"

"Depends."

"On what?" My mom asked, getting agitated.
 
"On what we're having!" I said.

"For God's sake, Jason, we're having cereal. We ALWAYS have cereal, you
know that."

"Yeah..." I replied, my mind already absent.

"So do you want some or not?", my mother inquired.

"Nah."

"And why not?"

"We ALWAYS have cereal!"

My mother couldn't help but smirk herself. "Really, Jason. I'm not in the
mood for your jokes this morning. I have to get to work in 15 minutes
myself, you can get your own breakfast, right?"

"Sure, mom. No problem. I can pick something up from the school's cafeteria
when I get there."

"You be a good boy in school now, you hear?"

"Hehe, you know me better than that, mom.", I answered with a grin.

"That's what I'm afraid of.", she smiled back.

I guess me and mom get along pretty well, considering. I think I'll tell
her about me someday, just not right now. I think she'll understand. But,
like the rest of the world, will be shocked beyond belief as well. It's not
like I act gay. In fact, if there is such a thing as "gay-acting", I'd most
definitely not be nominated for the Oscar.

After kissing mom goodbye and leaving home I got on the bus to school. It
took me about twenty minutes to get there, and aside from a decent looking
blond kid there was nothing to gaze at on the bus. Just my luck to be
sitting behind Lady Chatterly and Miss Motormouth too, the both of them
giggling like hyenas with every bump the bus made. I slowy began to wish I
DID have some cereal, so I could violenty puke it into their necks.  The
bus finally stopped, and I got up and walked past the two giggleguns, the
inevitable smirks hitting the back of my head as I walked by. Sigh...you
know, if being straight is THIS easy, I might save myself a lot of trouble
if...nah!!

I walked into the school's main lobby and into the cafeteria. I was
immediately saluted by my best bud Vince, who greeted me with his trademark
"Hey, Jace!" I gave Vince a high-five and sat down next to the only person
in the world who knew I was gay. "Morning, dude!", I said. "How's life this
morning?"

"The usual", Vince replied. "Shit man, who thought up this early hour class
anyway?"

"Dunno man", I said. "But if I find out..."

"You'll do WHAT, exactly?" Vince rebuked with a grin.

"Err...File a written complaint?"

"Yeah, whatever dude!"

In case you're wondering, NO, I'm not interested in Vince. I've thought it
over, but he told me he was straight right after I decided to let him in on
my little secret. Even though he has his moments he's not my type anyway.
He's got brown hair that's substantially darker than mine, especially
considering he always uses gel to slick it back, giving him a
"fresh-out-of-the-shower" look. He's got dark eyes to boot. That, with his
leather jacket, sets him apart from me nicely. I was wearing my light blue
denim jacket again, and my lightbrown hair was standing up. Whenever we
were together, we'd get that "couldn't care less" look over us, which just
seemed to make girls crazy. I noticed we were getting looks again.  A pair
of unattractive (at least that's what I thought) girls were eyeing us over
from the other side of the room.  Vince nudged me and said: "You've got
some admirerers again, dude!"

"Yup", I sighed. "You can have 'em, I'm not interested"

"I KNOW that..."

"You know, what I'd REALLY like..."

"Don't start, Jace..."

"A nice, firm, cute..."

"I DON'T wanna hear it dude!"

"Young, teenaged, lovelEearghh!

I just felt a staggering pain in my mid-section as Vince shoved two fingers
right in my abdomen!  A smile broke out on his face .  "Don't start some",
he smirked.

"Okay, I admit it, I had that one coming.", I said.  "Damn right too!",
Vince replied.

Little did I know then that Fate had just granted me my wish. As I was
casually glancing around the cafeteria, this boy walked through the door
that made my jaw drop to the floor. I couldn't help but stare at what just
walked by me.

He had golden blond hair, fairly long, hanging just over his eyes. Blond
locks swayed back and forth over his brows, matching the seductive pase he
was walking in. His face was flawless, his skin was peach-colored. His eyes
were a teint of blue I had never thought existed! All put together he had a
babyface most movie-stars would die for. His body was something else. He
had this delicate frame (I'm guessing he was 15 or so) which seemed almost
feminine. He wore a tight white shirt with v-neck, and tight stretch-jeans
that made his bubble-butt stand out in the most mouth-watering way
imaginable! You know how women wear push-up bras? Well, his jeans were
doing the exact same thing to his butt, I swear! His white sneakers were
pushing his body up in a mesmerising rhythm as he walked, and the muscles
in his ass flexed with every step he took.  I was hypnotised by his entire
being!  We made eye contact for a brief second, and my heart sank. And
then...  He walked right past me.  Without knowing it, my head had turned
almost ninety degrees. I was still staring at him. At that moment, Vince
gave me a slap on the back of my head. I finally snapped out of it and
turned to face him.

"What?" I said.

"Iiiiieeuww, that's gross man!"

"WHAT??"

"You like THAT kid? Typical."

At that point I didn't quite know what to say yet. So I just blurted out:
"I, uh, heheh..I don't, uh... no idea what you're talking about..."

Vince leaned in on me a little. He then said: "Let's face it, that guy has
"Do me, I'm gay" written all over himself! And then you! You eyed him like
you've been on a diet of horseshit for the last two years and you just saw
a giant ice-cream on legs! And it's not like he's your type or anything..."

"Okay! Enough already!", I interrupted him.

"So you admit it! Your Honor, the prosecution rests..."

"Was it that obvious...?" I sheepishly asked.

"Duh."

"So do you really think he's gay??" I said, maybe a little too
enthusiastic. When I looked over my shoulder, I saw the same blond cutie
looking directly at me! And when my eyes met his, he quickly looked away
again...
 
"Ssshhhh, man! You wanna keep it the fuck down already..."

"Yeah, uh...sorry I guess...", I started.

"If you really wanna know though, go an' ask him. "

"Yeah, right, Kurt NoBrain! How am I gonna ask him without blowing my own
cover, huh?"I retorted.

"Oh, yeah...In that case, go talk to his friends. Worked every time I was
interested in a girl, you know."

"Yeah, but I don't even know who that guy is, let alone who his friends
are, what classes he's in..." I was getting a bit nervous at this
point. Vince caught on.

"Look, this is obviously getting to you.", Vince said. "I don't know who
that kid is either...  -never saw him before in fact- but he's talking to
Linda Schulman right now..."

I looked over. Vince was right.

"And if there's one thing I'm certain of...", he said, grabbing my chair
and forcefully turning it towards my blond angel, "...you can use your
charms on Linda to find out more about Dicaprio overthere."

"Yeah, but...", I protested. It didn't help.

"Good...LUCK!"

With that, he put his boot up against the seat of the chair I was in and
jettisoned me out of it, sending me stumbling halfway towards the object of
my dreams.

"And get me some coffee while you're at it!" Vince yelled after me.

I had no choice but to go now, standing aimlessly in the middle of the
cafeteria. I took a deep breath and started walking towards Linda, trying
not to look at the gorgeous being standing only a foot or two away from
her...

"...so you just follow me to Geography class in a minute,and you'll be
fine, ok?", Linda was telling him. This kid was in MY class? Awesome!!

"Um, ok, thanks," he replied. Wow, even his voice was sexy. It was a fairly
high voice, and he had this awsome seductive intonation to it that seemed
to carry every word he spoke in slow motion...or maybe I was just being
love-struck.

As he walked away,I finally decided to adress Linda: "...uhm, HI, Linda..."

Linda looked up to see me standing in front of her, her mind going into
"Ohmigawd-Jason's-talking -to-me" state.

"Hi..." she sighed.

"Um, I was wondering if you knew what, uh, class we have next?" I asked.

"Yeah, uh, it's Geography..."

I got enough guts to skip the small talk and asked: "So who's your friend?"

"Oh, you mean Robbie...", she said as she indicated towards the counter,
where he was now standing to order somethingorother, treating me to a nice
view of his butt again...

" ...he's just here for today to check out the school, he's going to move
to our town shortly and he wants to choose a good school, but it's not like
he's my boyfriend or anything, 'cause..."  Linda jabbered on. I knew
enough.

"Yeah, THANKS, Linda...", I said as I approached the counter.

"um, bye, Jason..."

I walked over to the counter, where Robbie had just paid for a chocolate
milk. I glanced over to his eyes again, the proximity now granting me a
much better look than before. His eyes were a dark deep blue, almost like
ocean-blue. They were absolutely the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen.
I also noticed his eyelids weren't fully open as he gazed around the
cafeteria. He had this dreamy gaze over him that just made him look even
more sexier to me than he already was. As he was looking, his eyes met mine
again. Something about his face changed.

I used the opportunity to say something, "Hi, you're Robbie, right?" I said
as I extended my hand. "I'm Jason."

He cautiously took my hand and shook it. "um, hi..." he said. "How'd you
know my name?"  "I just talked to Linda over there."

"Oh..ok.."

"Sooo...", I started, "you're thinking about moving here, then?"

"Yeah...look, I gotta go, ok?", Robbie said. With that, he took off and
almost ran out of the cafeteria! I was shocked to say the least! What'd I
do??

I was deeply dissapointed and decided to head back to the table I was
sitting a moment ago.  When I got back, I promtly fell back in the chair
next to Vince with a heavy sigh. He gave me a look, then asked: "So where's
my coffee?"

"Shut up, Vince."

"Went lousy, huh?"

"Yeah..." I took a deep breath again as most boys and girls slowly started
to drip out of the cafeteria and into the locker-room, indicating the first
period was almost starting. A great thing about teenage behavior, most of
them just "follow the leader", probably some first term kid with a backpack
twice his size affraid to dissapoint the teacher if he's late. Man I was
depressed.

I turned to Vince and said: "I don't get it man. I mean he hardly talked to
me!"

Vince just grinned. "I hate to be the one to have to break this to you,
Jace, but you don't exactly look queer to the rest of the sentient world,
dude...", he said.

"Yeah, I guess, but still, he practically ran away!"

"You were probably just intimidating him man."

Maybe Vince was right. I DID pop up out of the blue and started talking to
him. Still, I don't remember me ever being scared shitless when a cute guy
talked to me...I was definitely going to get to the bottom of this kid, no
matter what!

Vince checked his watch. "We're late for our appointment with HELLLL!!", he
said in a deep sinister voice. It finally brought a smile to my face again.
 
"Yeah, don't want to be dissapointin' the old mighty Demon!"

That demon turned out to be Mr. Aldon, our Geography teacher. Or Baldon, as
he was more commonly known to us. Henry Aldon was a well-respected teacher
in our school, and one of the senior staff. In his mid sixties, he had very
few hairs on his head left. Hence the appropriate nickname. Don't let him
catch you calling him that though, or you'll be spending the rest of your
natural life in detention. Come to think of it, they probably won't even
remove your dead carcass if your time isn't completed yet!

Vince and I got up and started towards our classroom. The architect who had
designed this building a couple of years back made one little mistake: the
fact that the main staircase and the entrance to the locker-room were
opposite eachother and were accessible only in the far-off corner of the
main hall, and everybody was always headed there. The result was a major
traffic jam each time classes changed. Vince and I, already being a tad
late, were in the back of this immense teen mass.  Soon other kids started
filling up the space behind us and were pressuring us to move on. In turn,
we were pressuring the kids in front of us. We weren't really pushing just
yet, but as I eyed Vince, I knew THAT wouldn't take much longer...

"You know", Vince complained, "what really pisses me off is that the one
kid standing-uhh-in front of you is always two feet shorter than you and
has his-ugh- backpack hanging just at convenient crotch-height!" He gave
the little lad a decent shove against his backpack and that caused a small
cascade of pushes in the mass of frustrated teens, promting the commands
and repercussions of several teachers who were caught as well. Looking over
the crowd I could see Mr. Peterson, the school's math teacher, desperately
trying to maintain order while kids all around him were being cascaded into
eachother and, some deliberately no doubt, gave Peterson himself a nice
thrashing too. Peterson was a slender man in his late thirties with black
curly hair, which now looked somewhat rugged from physical
impacts. Frantically waving at what apperared to be Mrs. Jones, my History
teacher, he tried to get the kids in front to move and the kids in the back
to stop pushing at the same time. No such luck, mate. Vince and I were
puhsing all we could push around us now and enjoying the chaos it
created. Mrs. Jones, at only 5' 2", was looking slightly overwhelmed at the
whole thing, leaving Peterson the only one trying to restore a two-by-two
line of kids. It wasn't working.
 
Once Vince and I saw an opening we elbowed our way through to the front
where the crowd had started to ascend the stairs and we quickly reached our
designated classroom. We took our seats and waited for Aldon to commence
his epic tale of...mud. But! Not just any mud, THIS mud could only be found
in SOME parts of SOME countries and was the result of years upon years of
plants dying and decomposing to leave, in the end, well, err... mud! Join
us next week for an equally fascinating lecture on....sand!!  I rested my
eyes on Robbie, who had managed to find his own way to our class and had
taken a seat up front. I gazed at the arch of his back, the way his
shoulders passed into the curve of his neck, the little spot of naked skin
that was left uncovered by the fabric of his white shirt. I admired the
smoothness of his blond hair as he occaisionally whiped a strand of his
hair from his eyes...If I wasn't careful, I'd be sure to pop a woodie in
class. I could feel the tingling sensation im my balls already as Robbie
reached up to scratch a spot on his shoulderblade that was just out of
range for his delicate fingers... Omigod, too late...I was hard as a rock.

"Mr Jennings!" erupted Aldon.

Oh, no.

"Sir?"

"I'm under the assumption you do not particularly enjoy this class, but
could you at least PRETEND to show some interest by opening your books, if
it's not too much trouble today...?"

"Yessir", I stammered. I was lucky enough he didn't ask me to get up and
work out the problem on the blackboard in front of the entire class!
Instead, he asked Vince to, who was smirking next to me. He quickly stopped
his giggles as he walked up to the board to identify the different layeres
of mud drawn out in chalk.

Aldon was parading back and forth in front of the blackboard, dressed in a
white button-down blouse and a tan suit. With this, he wore brown sandals,
showing the black socks he was wearing underneath. He had this aire of
grandeur about his being, and he lifted his head slightly upwards to
illustrate his omnipotent presence. The charts and maps that were hanging
from a metal railing on the ceiling, gave the impression of being orange
curtains draped left and right of the blackboard, with Aldon passing back
and forth as though on a stage in a massive theatre. All that was missing
from his stature was a pipe to think you were looking at some famous
playwright, if you didn't know the man. I think that deep within his mind
that was exactly the kind of image he was trying to put down for the rest
of the world. We sure as hell weren't falling for it though. The sandals
gave him away.

Again, my eyes focussed on Robbie's back. As I looked closely I could make
out the slight curves of his buttocks pressed in his seat by his
weight. His tight blue jeans were leaving very little to the imagination as
he shifted in his seat. I could see his thin pink lips gently nibbling on
the end of his pencil. If only I could be that pencil for a while, I
thought to myself. I just had to talk to him again. I was still wondering
wether or not Robbie was gay. Vince said so at least, and he's always
pretty sure of those things. "I can sense gay guys a mile away!", he once
bragged to me. That was before I told him about me, of course. I had been
his friend for all that time and he hadn't managed to sniff ME out! But
then again, Robbie had these delicate feminine features, and the way he
moved just looked so natural to me. It was like he just HAD to be...First
impressions usually turn out to be the right one, sooo...I was definitely
gonna chance it.

Due to my drooling over Robbie the hour passed fairly quickly. I decided to
follow him to our next class, Physics, staying as close as possible to make
sure that if he needed help finding his way I was sure to be the one to
point out the classroom for him, and maybe get a conversation going that
way. However, most of our classmates swept in front of the both of us so
there wasn't really any need for him to ask. When we arrived at Physics
class, I made sure to let Robbie take a seat first so I could sit somewhere
I had a good view of his face. I sat to the right of him, across class, so
I could glance at him occaisionally without him really noticing. Vince took
a seat to my right. He said to me: "Next time you decide to go ga-ga over
some guy remind me to take the day off, man! Jeez!"

"Oooh, I am SO sorry!" I said in a mocking indignant tone. "I'm not
bothering you am I?"

"No. You're just not being very social today."

"Neither are you when you're making out with your newest gal. IN PUBLIC!",
I rebuked.

"I never do that..."

"Yes you do.", I persisted. "You're just annoyed I'm looking at a guy
instead of a girl. Is that it?"

"You know I don't care about the fact that you're gay, Jace, it's just..."

"You don't want me to be gay when you're around!" I threw at him.

Vince threw me an annoyed look back. "If that's the way you want it,
fine!", he said as he turned in his seat, facing the other way. Why was he
giving me such a hard time?

I sat there for a while feeling like shit. A minute later class started,
and Robbie seemed to be enjoying himself. His eyes were filled with a look
of disbelief when our Physics teacher, Philip Bowman, walked in. The
seasoned bunch of us were sort of immune to his appearance by now, but
Robbie was trying hard to hold back his giggles.

Apparently, there is some unwritten universal law that all Physics
profesors must look like a total and utter mess. Bowman was no
exception. He had a brushy head of hair that did not seem to care about
gravity, and was a sort of blackish color with large patches of grey. He
wore this "out of style, out of tone, out of everyting" knitted dark grey
sweater over his white blouse and tie. (Why someone would wear a tie under
a woolen sweater defies all logic anyway). His out-of-proportion nose bore
tiny spectales for reading, with a cord on it draped around Bowman's
neck. Occaisionally Bowman would reach under his sweater to find a
ballpoint or ruler tucked in the pocket of his blouse, prompting smirks
from almost any spectator, students and teachers alike. Once he made the
mistake of taking his sweater off. He grabbed it at the bottom and pulled
it inside out, but by the time it went over his head one of his spectacles'
legs got caught in a seam of the old sweater. Bowman then managed to get
the cord of his spectacles jammed behind his ears and sat there, arms in
the air but still in the sleeves of his sweater, trying to untangle himself
while the entire classroom filled with laughter. We all got detention that
day...

Thinking of that day brought a smile to my face again when I saw Bowman
enter with that sweater again. The class itself was pretty amusing. Bowman
had this elaborate set of mirrors set up on a three feet by two feet slab
of plywood. To the left of this contraption was a large black box and at
the end a blank piece of paper, facing us. The second Bowman hit the switch
a red dot appeared on the paper. We all started to violently clap our hands
and cheering, much to Robbie's delight (and mine too, since I got to see
Robbie's incredibly sexy smile for the first time!)  Bowman made us calm
down and continued to explain the red dot was actually an infra-red laser
beam that, relected by the many mirrors, had ended up on the piece of
paper. The beam itself was invisible. A collective "Awwww" arose from the
classroom. Bowman then informed us that the only way to actually see the
beam was to get particles in it's course. He then reached in his briefcase
and effectively pulled out a packet of sigarettes.
  
"Sir, need I remind you that smoking on these premises is officially
prohibited by State auth..."

"Shut up, Jennings!"

"Very good, sir."

Bowman dimmed the lights and then lit the sigarette. We all gathered round
the table to catch a glimpse of the upcoming miracle presented before
us. Then Bowman puffed some smoke into the maze of mirrors.

"Coff-coff, ahumm."

"Shut UP, Jennings."

"Yessir..."

Sure enough, in the smoke the red laser beams were clearly visible. We all
were a little awe-struck at the clear red light as it made sharp angles
from mirror to mirror before being intercepted by the white piece of
paper. Bowman hit the light switch again and informed us that we were now
ready for the REALLY exciting part. We were all handed assignments to
calculate the angles of reflection based on the given coordinates. Yay.

After a tedious twenty minutes of calculating (followed by a ten minute
period of intense Robbie-gazing!) The bell finally rang, and we were
awarded a short break of fifteen minutes. I tried to make some eye-contact
with Vince to maybe offer him my apologies, but he still ignored me. I
decided to follow Robbie over to the main hall, never taking my eyes off of
him. He looked back for a second, noticed me, and once again legged it out
the hall and into the corridor leading to the schoolyard! I was baffled
again by his reaction towards me! I just wanted to talk to him, that's all!
Why was he being so evasive?

I stood there for a moment, then decided I HAD to know what was going
on. If needs be, I'll just confess the whole lot to him. Something was just
pushing me towards that corridor. I knew right then and there that if I
didn't talk to Robbie now, I'd regret it for the rest of my life.  I kept
hearing his voice, I kept seeing his smile. I started towards the corridor,
sped up my pace and before I knew it I was running top speed towards the
schoolyard! I banged open the door and looked around. It didn't take me
long to find Robbie; he was slumped back against the outer wall of the
school.

I walked towards him, and when he noticed me his eyes got a strange look
over them. I took it as what must have been a mixture of anger, fear and
sadness. As I approached him, he suddenly faced me.

"Hey..." I started out.

Robbie immediately interupted me. "Don't say it, Ok? Don't even start. I
heard you and the other guy talk about me in the cafeteria, about how you
think I look gay."

I was shocked!  "I..."

"Do you think I chose to be this way? Do you think I like being called
"queer" and "fag" and all that shit? All you guys look at me like I'm some
sort of freak or something. I just want to fit in somewhere! Just because
I'm gay doesn't give you the right to treat me like shit!"

Robbie was really losing it, pushing me against my chest a couple of
times. I just stood there.  He then started to calm down a little. I saw
his eyes fill with tears...Before I could say anything, he said: "Sorry if
I looked at you, Ok?? Just leave me alone!" And with that, he ran past me,
back inside the school again.

You know how time kind of slows down just after a shock or emotional
impact? I never moved a muscle, just standing there in the schoolyard,
trying to catch up with all the things Robbie just said to me, what he
thought of me, why he was evading me, and all of a sudden the bell rang,
signalling 3rd hour class was about to begin. I meandered back to the class
I was supposed to be in, a double hour Math class, and went in. Peterson
welcomed me in, but it went right by me.  Some girl said hi, I didn't
answer. I just sat down in shellshock and tried to play back everything
Robbie said just then. So Robbie WAS gay! And he thought I was about to
pick on him for being gay! He couldn't have been more wrong!  How could he
think that...I should have told him...I'm GOING to tell him! Can't wait to
see the look on his face. And he said he was sorry for looking at me...oh
wow...

I continued thinking random thoughts like that for the next hour and a
half. My math excercises were still going nowhere, but I didn't care one
bit! I couldn't stop thinking about Robbie.  That's when it hit me...I'd
never thought this much about ANY boy before! I was just filled to the brim
with all sorts of emotions and thoughts that I couldn't place just yet, but
they were all about Robbie. And I wasn't really thinking about sex with him
either. I just had this insatiable desire to...BE with him.

At that point, my whole body actually started trembling, and I got
goosebumps for no particular reason. I just had to get out of that class
and see Robbie again...God I hope he didn't jump on the first bus home and
decided this school sucked anyway...  I was able to hold out for another
ten minutes or so and actually raced out of the class when the bell rang,
looking for Robbie. As I elbowed my way through the usual traffic jam, I
spotted him. After the initial exuberance about the fact that he was still
here had passed, I noticed he was in trouble!!

Robbie was standing up against the wall, overshadowed by about 6 foot worth
of asshole named Patrick Jameson. Standing aside him was a lanky sidekick
of his, augmenting every argument Patrick made with a "Yeah!". Jameson was
presing Robbie up against the wall now, and I lost it.  I was just about to
go and kick both Jameson and his goon's asses when I felt someone grip my
arm.

"Need a hand?", Vince said.

We stared at eachother for a brief moment, then I looked back to Robbie's
predicament.  I said: "He needs my help. You with me then?"

Vince grinned. "If it's important to you I'm always going to be with you,
man. You know that."

"Thanks man." I said, looking him straight in the eye. He knew I meant it.

"Let's do it.", Vince said as we slammed our fists together. We engaged the
enemy.

"Look, I'm sorry if I bumped into you..." Robbie tried, but Jameson wasn't
about to let him walk away.

"If you think I'm just dissin' ya here, ya got it wrong, sissy. I ain't
gonna take no disrespectin' from nobody!" Jameson barked.

"Yeah!", went the sidekick.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, what seems to be the problem?"

"None of yer business!", Jameson barked at me.

"It is now. Leave him alone." I said in a flat tone.

"You gettin' on me nerves, Jennings. Walk away before you get hurt."

"No, YOU're gonna get hurt if you don't back off!" I rebuked, staring him
dead in the eye.
 
"So I suggest you do what Jace says and take a hike." Vince cut in.

"If you want a fight, you can have one." Jameson said and took a swing at
me. He wasn't quite fast enoug so I could easily evade his punch. Vince
wasn't as lucky as Sidekick elbowed him in the mouth.  I gave Jameson a
knee in the guts and knocked the wind straight out of him. Vince hit his
opponent square in the nose, causing it to bleed. He then gave him a quick
kick to the back of his knee, causing Sidekick to hit the floor. A
well-placed punch to Jameson's jaw sent him down as well. As the boh of
them struggled to get up, Peterson and the janitor came rushing in, trying
to stop the brawl that had ensued. I guided Robbie by his arm as me and
Vince backed off in the crowd, and slipped out the main hall as we took the
corridor to the schoolyard.  Once outside, the three of us caught our
breath again.

"Yeah! Victory is ours!", Vince said as he high-fived me.

"You betcha! You allright by the way?"

"Sure, this is nothing.", Vince said as he whiped a speck of blood off his
lip.  I looked over at Robbie, who was visibly trembling and looked a
little pale.
 
"Are you Ok, Robbie?" I asked with a concerned voice.

"Uh, yeah...I'm fine, um...thanks.", he stammered.

Vince noticed the uncomfortable silence between me and Robbie and said:
"Hey, it was nothing. I'll see you guys later." He gave us both a friendly
slap on the shoulder and left me alone with Robbie.

Robbie broke the ice after a few moments. "Um, Jason?"

"...Yeah?"

"I want to apologize for what I said to you earlier on...and I want to
thank you and your friend for what you just did. No one's really ever stood
up for me before..."
 
"Hey, I couldn't let those jerks beat you up..." I took a deep breath and
then decided now would be as good a time as any. "...and besides...", I
said, leaning in on him and lowering my voice to just above a whisper,
"...we need to take care of our own."  Slowly the contents of what I just
said started to sink in with Robbie. I saw his head slowly turning towards
me, his eyes opening to almost twice their normal size. He looked at me and
I simply gazed back, a lustful look in my eyes and a sensuous smile on my
face. He realised I wasn't kidding.

He litterally jumped up and started: "No way. No fucking way. This
is... omigod...you're...  you're..."

I just let my smile break through all the way and nodded to him.  "Oh, man,
I am SO sorry! I just never would have figured YOU for...waitaminnit, how
do I know you're not just leading me on?"

I looked around to see if there were any spectators, and when I saw the
coast was clear, I said: "If I was, I wouldn't do THIS!" and with that, I
leaned in and pinned him against the wall.  Robbie was startled at first,
but he soon became a little more relaxed. That's when I leaned in and
kissed him tenderly on the lips. I then let my hands slide down across his
shoulders, and made sure I let my tongue brush up against his lips for a
brief second before pulling back.  Robbie just gazed back at me. He looked
so happy. "I was hoping you'd do that..." he said with a huge grin on his
face. I was just lost in his eyes.  This time it was his turn to lean in,
and he kissed me back quickly, then again and I grabbed the back of his
head to hold his lips on mine. Soon Robbie started to kiss me with much
more passion than he had before, and I got incredibly hard just marvelling
at the fact that I was now kissing the guy who had made my jaw drop only a
few hours earlier...

We were just about to start the most erotic french kiss of our lives when
we heard the door open and voices emerging from behind it. We weren't
longer alone. I instantly broke our liplock and took a step back, but the
smile never left me. Robbie sort of looked dissapointed, but then started
to taunt me by touching himself all over and mouthing "I want you..." to
me...I almost thought he was about to strip! Right there in the schoolyard!
I turned round to see if anyone was looking, but the moment I turned away
from Robbie he pounced my back and started rubbing my chest! Woow, this kid
was loaded!

"You know Robbie, my mom doesn't get back till five, you wanna come over to
my place..."

"SHIT YEAH!" Robbie echoed in my ear. He gave me another playful peck on
the cheek and got off my back.

"Unless, of course, you want to stay here and follow some more classes..."
I said. I already knew the answer.

"Heheh, I already know what school I'm going to..." Robbie said, giving me
a warm look with his deep sea-blue eyes. We just stared and giggled at
eachother for a few more moments before I grabbed Robbie by the wrist and
dragged him back in the corridor, where we started running for the main
hall together. We were almost there when, out of the blue, emerged the
ever-imposing figure of Mrs. Jones. She stopped me by putting her bony hand
up to my chest and stating: "No running in school, Mr Jennings!"  Why
teachers always think they can impress us or intimidate us by using our
last name is beyond me. I just shrugged and said I was kinda in a hurry.
"Late for your classes again, I trust?" she stated. Mrs Jones never just
said anything, everything coming from her lips was a statement. She
continued to Robbie: "Young man, don't let Mr. Jennings give you a bad
example of how rules of conduct are supposed to be followed in this
school. And DO take that jacket of yours off when you're in classes.", she
said to me."That's what the lockers are here for."

"Well, I can't, really, Mrs Jones...", I said .  She gave me that typical
contemptuous look. "And why on earth not?"

"Because then everyone would see my erect nipples!" I said as I grabbed
Robbie's wrist again and ran past Mrs Jones, an unforgettable look of shock
on both her and Robbie's face.

"I cannot believe you said that!" Robbie laughed.

"Yeah, well, most teachers here tend to get a bit zombiefied. You gotta
give 'em a little jolt now and then!"

"And you actually get away with this?? I'm beginning to like it here. You
should've tried that at my old school. They'd hunt you down!" Robbie
grinned.

As we walked through the main hall, Vince saw us walking. We made
eyecontact, and he asked me a silent question by raising his eyebrows
slightly. I responded by throwing my arm around Robbie's shoulder and
nodding towards him. Vince's face got this astonishing "Fuck me, he did
it!" look, and then subsided to a gentle smile, winking to the both of us
as we walked passed him.

"Does he know??" Robbie asked.

"Yep. He knows for four years now."

"Wow...you're lucky to have a best friend like that."

"Yep," I said as I hugged Robbie closer. "I sure am."

We both walked out the school and took the bus to my house. After twenty
minutes of staring at eachother we reached my house and I invited Robbie
in. He phoned up his parents to tell him he'd be home at about eight, which
gave us till half past six to do whatever we wanted! I guided Robbie
upstairs by his hand and into my room. He studied the new surroundings for
a sec, then rested his sapphire eyes on me and sighed deeply as he leant in
to kiss me full on the lips. I pulled him close to me, placing one hand on
the back of his neck while the other was gripping his tight bottom. I
rubbed the fabric of his jeans as Robbie moaned slightly. Then, I allowed
my tongue to push against Robbie's lips. He parted his lips slightly and
gently started sucking and nibbling on the tip of my tongue before fully
opening his mouth and greeted my probing tongue with his. The taste of it
almost sent me to cloud nine alone, and I got what must have been the worst
hard-on I had in years.I gripped Robbie's butt even tighter as I pushed my
croth into his, and by doing so I nearly lifted Robbie off his feet!  The
both of us swirled around in my room, resting against whatever would
support our weight, until we collapsed on my bed together, never breaking
our liplock. We stayed there for what must have been twenty minutes,
kissing eachother as if it was our last day on earth. He just tasted so
sweet. Finally, I decide to break the kiss and got up, standing in front of
Robbie who was still lying down on my bed. I slowly let my jacket slide
down my arms and dropped it to the floor. Robbie immediately got the hint
and his eyes instantly filled with anticipation. I put my foot up to the
edge of the bed, undid the shoelaces and took my shoe off, then my sock. I
turned and did the same thing to my other foot.  I then took a step back
and pulled my shirt over my head, exposing my chest to Robbie. I tossed my
shirt in the corner and crossed my arms in front of my chest, giving Robbie
the best "Take me!" look I could manage while slightly tilting my head. It
made him twitch with anticipation even more! I turned around and undid my
belt, my back now to him. I dropped my jeans and then pulled down my
briefs. I stood there for a second to let Robbie watch my butt, then
without warning, I turned around and leapt on top of him, kissing him madly
again! He went with it, this time running his hand down my spine and onto
my butt, and grinded his crotch into my (now naked) cock. He broke the kiss
and whispered: "My turn."and pulled his shirt over his head. I couldn't
wait for him to finish and immediately started to rub his soft
belly. Touching his bare skin was everything I thought it would be. The
sensation sent shivers down my spine and gave me goosebumps all over. I got
off him and stood up, now treating Robbie to a full view of my hard-on
standing out in front of me. He never took his eyes of it as he pulled his
shoes and socks off, then removed his pants. I leant in and placed my hands
on the band of his briefs, then pulled them down slowly. His five and a
half incher slapped back against his abs as I pulled his briefs off his
legs and tossed them over my shoulder. I finally was able to gaze at
Robbie's beautiful teen cock. It had the slightest curve to the right and a
patch of blonde pubes at the base, his loose balls being almost hairless. I
reached for his cock and gently rubbed it, causing it to jump almost as
soon as I touched it. I rubbed his thigh with my right hand as I knelt in
front of him.  I looked up to his eyes, then slowly started to lick him
just below his balls. As I did this, Robbie bucked his hips wildly. "Aaah,
that's ticklish!", he screamed.

"Want me to stop then?"

"Noooooo!!"

I continued to lick him, still spasming occasionally.  I moved up to his
balls and softly nibbled on the smooth surface of his sack before sucking
one of his balls into my mouth. Robbie squirmed with pleasure, and I
decided I had stalled long enough. I grabbed a hold of his cock, squeezed
it gently, provoking a "Mmmmmhhh..." from Robbie, then tenderly licked the
head of his cock. He tasted sooo good...I couldn't fight off the urge any
longer and took him fully into my mouth.  I let my tongue probe his cock
inch by inch, tasting his head and tickling his piss-slit.  I cupped his
balls and gently tugged them , then I let my hand run up to his chest so I
could rub his nipples, who were already erect. I started bobbing my head up
and down, giving Robbie a genuine blowjob. He was enjoying every moment of
it, rubbing my shoulders and caressing the hairs in my neck with tender
touches of his fingertips.  It didn't take long for him to start
groaning. The sound of Robbie's extasy only made me want to give him more,
and I sped up my rhythm on his dick even more. Robbie soon began thrashing
his head up and down on my bed, causing his neck to arch. His eyes were
closed and he was gripping my head with one hand and clawed my sheets with
the other. I could sense he was close.

"Ooooh man...aaah Jason, stop it, STOP it I'm gonna SHOOOOT....."

I wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon! I kept at him and let Robbie
buck his hips into my face as his cock erupted his sweet cum against the
back of my mouth! I let him shoot all he had to give in me, then pulled of
his cock with my mouth still full with Robbie's cum, being careful not to
spill anything. I looked him in the eye and then swallowed.  "Oh, wow
man..." Robbie gasped.  I just grinned and levelled myself with him,
kissing him softly on his chest and neck.  His leg brushed up against my
hard cock, causing it to jump to the touch. Robbie noticed and swiveled
round to return the pleasure I just provided him with. My head was close to
his crotch again, so this time I grabbed Robbie's hips with both hands and
rolled over on my back, pulling him on top of me to start a 69 position. I
felt Robbie's tongue cautiously lick my cock, experimentally tasting it. He
must've liked what he tasted because only a second later I felt his lips
encircle the head completely, taking as much as he could in his mouth. It
felt incredible to have Robbie suck my dick! I had a wonderful view of his
ass as I rubbed his cheeks and spread them apart a little, licking the back
of his balls again. The sensation caused Robbie to go ballistic on my dick,
thrashing his head up and down madly, the tip of my head occasionally
brushing against the back of his throat. The feeling was so good I
redirected my attention to his ass, frantically tongueing Robbie's hole. I
felt my balls tingle as my orgasm approached, and without warning my cum
jettisoned into Robbie's hot mouth. He took it all, swallowing every drop
as I had done with his.

He rolled off me, and gazed into my eyes, rubbing my chest. "That was..."

"Perfect!", I smiled.

Robbie snuggled up against me, resting his head on my chest as I ran my
fingers through his blonde hair. I felt so close to him, I never wanted to
break this warm embrace again. It felt so perfect, so real. I closed my
eyes and just lay there, enjoying the sensation of Robbie's breath flowing
over my chest...

The comforting surroundings of my room slowly blurred into focus again as I
opened my eyes.  At first I feared it had all been a dream, but then I felt
Robbie's hair against my palm, and I sighed deeply. Robbie moaned a quiet
"Mmmmhhh...." as he hugged me tightly.  I couldn't believe this had
actually happened to me.

Just then, I heard footsteps. My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly looked
over at my alarm clock. 17:09.....17:09???

Oh, shit.

My door opened. "Jason, do you want to order pizza tonight or should I call
the...OH MY...."  "Errrr....hi mom."


Sequel? You betcha! Be sure to let me know what you think at
Ryan20bi@hotmail.com See ya!  Frank