Date: Wed, 26 Feb 2014 22:34:52 -0600
From: Broseph Barbar <gaykiktrades2017@gmail.com>
Subject: Getting the Guy Part 1

Hi. My name is Scott Johnson. I'm a sophmore in high school. This is how I
got the guy.

You've probably read one of those hookup stories where the protagonist has
a one night stand with some random guy. This is *not* one of those stories.

So I'm 16. At 6'2 I tower over most in my grade. I've got short
brown/blonde hair and I'm white. I have a 6" dick, you know, the average. I
was born pretty early for my grade, and thus I started growing before
everyone else. At this point in high school, it is very uncommon to see a
boy who hasn't hit puberty, but it's hard to find one who has emerged the
awkwardness of their changing body. Carson was the exception.

Carson McClain was the hottest guy in our grade, no contest. 5'10, white
but tanned, and muscular with short brown hair, he had it all: good grades,
good looks, athleticism, girls. Especially girls. But he was a very nice
guy who genuinely cared about people. That is why I fell in love with him.
We're good friends, as we have a couple of classes in common, and I tend to
sit next to him... We're not great enough friends to hang out... Not yet
that is.

So we were in math class, and there was a test coming up. I understood the
criteria, the unit on circles was pretty easy to comprehend. But Carson
understood none of it. Like zero. He just could not for the life of him
understand all of the properties of all those lines that intersect the
circle and stuff. I felt bad. He knew I was getting it, as he had seen my
earlier quiz grade. So this is why one day, he decided to ask me if I could
help him: "Hey Scott, can you help me with this problem. Actually all of
these problems. I don't understand a single thing." So I mustered up all
the calmness I had and helped him. Unfortunately, class had to end
sometime, and when it did, we weren't much further along in his
understanding of anything. "Hey Scott, can you come over to my house and
teach me this stuff? I really want to pass this test and I'm just not
getting it."

"OF COURSE OMG HAHA YOU'RE SO HOT" is what I could have said. Luckily, I
said "sure" instead. So we made plans for me to come over to his house
after sports were over that day. So when I was finally done with sports, I
raced to my car and drove to his house which was 2 hours away. His house
wasn't very grand. His single mom had to work hard to make a living, and
helping make money by doing work is where Carson got his muscles.

When I arrived, he opened the door wearing a t-shirt and some tight shorts.
Wow. so I walked in and we went up to his room. He pulled out his notes
from the class and we started to go over the material.

A couple of hours later, I looked up at the clock and realized it was 12
pm. "Oh my goodness it's so late I'm not allowed to drive at this hour." As
a new driver I was legally not allowed to drive past midnight.
Conveniently, Carson came up with a solution: "Since the drive is too long,
you can just stay here tonight. I don't mind and neither will my mom." So I
texted my parents and we told his mom.

When it was time to go to bed, I realized there was only one queen bed to
sleep on. Carson said, "I'm sorry about the sleeping situation, but is it
ok if we sleep on the same bed?" I said "Sure. Ok." So we both got into
bed. Carson sleeps in his boxers, so it was quite a sight to see. I think
he might have seen me looking at his junk, but I doubt it because he didn't
say anything.


"Good night Scott.", Carson said. He fell asleep almost immediately. I was
about to fall asleep when he started mumbling. He said random words like
"school" and "homework" and "house" but there was one sentence that I could
clearly decipher.


"I love you, Scott"