Date: Mon, 9 Dec 2013 18:56:30 -0700 From: joey asdf <joeyblow91@hotmail.com> Subject: "My High School Adventures" pt 2 (Gay section) Hey guys, you have to be 18+ to read this! This story contains sexual encounters between teenage boys. If this offends you or is illegal where you are from, please don't read the story. My name is Joey and this story details my high school adventures (some middle school). If you would like more, email me at joeyblow91@hotmail.com, or just give me feedback/comments! ----------------------------------- High school was a rocky start for me. There was more homework, bigger school, bigger classes, a lot of new faces, but worst of all it started earlier. I never realized how much of a morning person I wasn't until I started high school. I would stay up til 1 or 2 am then have to wake up at 6 to catch the bus. I was pretty much dead until noon and by then there were only two more hours in the school day. It wasn't that I did poorly in high school, I actually had pretty good grades but I had no motivation to do the homework cause I felt like it did nothing for me, just waste my time. The real aspect of high school I did poorly in was the social one. I didn't have classes with any of my friends from middle school so I only had lunch time to talk with them. Since I was so tired for most of the school day, I just used the little energy I had to listen to the teacher and didn't make new friends. I was lucky my two best friends, Ben and Alex, were there to socialize and I would hang out with that crowd during lunch. I met Chrissy through them, a goofy blonde girl. If I wasn't gay I probably would have wanted to date her. Lunch time was fun for me and the only part of the day I looked forward to other than when school let out. We had our own corner of the school with about ten of us and almost every day you could hear laughing from our corner of the building. It was about January in my freshman year when Chrissy and I were outside near the baseball field, hanging out after school just talking. She made a move on me and went for a kiss. After like three seconds she moved away from my lips and saw how stunned I was. "You a fag?" she asked. I nodded, looking off towards the baseball players practicing. "Too bad. I really like you, Joey," she said. "Sorry," I frowned. "I like you too. As a friend. Like seriously, you are my best friend now. Hope this doesn't change that." She smiled and said, "Of course it doesn't change anything. I figured you were a fag anyway. My gaydar is never wrong, I just wanted to check." "What?!" I laughed. "What do you mean you figured I was gay?" "Come on. No straight guy dresses as nice as you." Confused, I looked at what I had on. I never felt like I dressed nicely. It was just my style. Looking back, I definitely cared a lot about how I presented myself to the world but didn't think about that at the time. "Come over to my house," Chrissy told me. "I'm right down the street. We can walk." ----------------------------------- When I walked into her house, the first thing I noticed was the smell of baking. Her mom was making brownies in the kitchen. We walked up the stairs and a pink room with a girl sitting on a bed writing in a journal. She looked up at us as we walked by and went into Chrissy's room. Just as we closed the door, it opened again from the other side. "Chrissy!" the girl whispered loudly, "Mom is going to kill you!" "Fuck off," Chrissy said. The girl looked annoyed and closed the door. I looked at Chrissy, confused by what just happened. "My sister, Sam," she told me. "She's always getting in my business." She walked over to her bookshelf and took a hard-covered green book out. I saw the cover. "Riverdell High" followed by "04-05". "How do you have last year's yearbook?" I asked her. "They fucked up my sister's yearbook. They sent us a new one. This is the fucked up one, missing like half the pages." Just then, the door slammed open and her mom stood there, hands on her hips, looking furious. We looked up at her at the same time. Sam stood behind her, ready to watch the show. "What did I tell you about bringing boys home?!" she yelled. "No boys in this house! Ever!" "Relax, Eve, he's a fag," Chrissy said. Her mom looked at me, her frown fading as I looked back at her, not arguing with the fact that her daughter just called me gay. "What is with you, Chrissy? I told you not to use that word. It's offensive." "Sorry, he's a homo. He likes dick, not me. Not you. Not Sam. Unless you two have dicks?" Her mom looked at her, pissed off. "This door stays open." With that, she walked down the stairs. "Holy shit," I let out a sigh, thankful that the awkwardness was over. "My mom would kill me if I talked like that to her. She didn't even get mad at you." "She'll get mad at me later. Don't worry." she started flipping through the yearbook. "You call your mom Eve?" I asked. "Not my mom," she said. "Look at this." She pointed to one of the pictures. It was a picture of a kid I've seen around school. He must be a sophomore now. He had brown hair down to his ears and a pretty cute babyface. In the picture, he was throwing a ball at one of those dunking booths with our principal sitting above the water. "What?" I said. "He's a faggot just like you," she said. "You know the black bathroom?" "Black bathroom?" "It's the one in the shitty end of the school. By the woodshop class." "It's for like, black kids?" I was confused. She laughed. "No, stupid, it's just what people call it. It's like the bathroom the janitors don't even go in. No one goes in there to shit or piss. It doesn't even say it's for boys or girls." "Anyway, listen. It's a bathroom where all kinds of shady shit goes down. I get my weed from someone in there. I heard this kid, his name is Emerson, during lunch every day he goes in there and sucks cock through a gloryhole. Like, for anyone who wants a blowjob. He doesn't care, he just likes it." "Where did you hear that?" I asked, intrigued. I knew about gloryholes but never saw one in person. "Sam told me. I guess after a couple of years of going to a high school, secrets don't stay secrets long." "Wouldn't they try to like, fix the gloryhole? And the bathroom? Just like, fix it up to be a normal bathroom?" I said. "They did, over the last like ten years. But someone always drills a new hole. I guess they just gave up on it." ----------------------------------- I spent the weekend thinking about how there seemed to be a whole underground part of the high school I was coasting through. I was excited to go back to school on Monday for the first time ever. I wanted to check out the black bathroom. It was at this time that I realized both of my main sexual encounters might take place in school bathrooms. I got flashbacks to Will and realized how much I missed middle school. Emerson was cute. He was one of those guys who oozed sex appeal, but at the same time he looked innocent. He looked a little nerdy because of his glasses, but it just added to how cute he looked to me. I jerked off three times that weekend just imagining him sucking my dick. During Monday lunch, I already had a raging boner just thinking about going into that bathroom. I had to put my backpack in front of me to hide it. As I was walking down the school halls, I saw the school in a whole different light. I was missing out. It seemed to be like a rainbow of cliques. At the front of the school were the preps. Walking through the lunch room towards the back of the school were the nerds and geeks sitting around at the lunch tables. Just outside of the lunch room were the jocks and athletes spreading out into small groups depending on their sport. They also hung out outside near the football and baseball fields. Even further there were the goths and emos. And finally, I reached the end of the school. About a five minute walk from the front. It was just empty. No one was in the last few hallways near the black bathroom. I reached the door. It was different from the nice looking, wooden doors to the rest of the rooms in the building. It was a plasticy, heavy door that had nothing on the front except a black square background that had been spraypainted over. I pushed it forward and walked inside. There was writing all over the walls. Phone numbers, pictures of dicks, vaginas, profanity. One of my favorites was a picture of two rounded half circles that said "Boobs or Ass?". Ass, definitely. There were three bathroom stalls. Two small ones and one bigger one. I tilted my head down to check if anyone was in there. Nothing. No shoes or legs that I could see. I decided to look at the gloryhole before leaving so I walked into the big stall. There were literally about 20-30 phone numbers scattered along the side of the stall, most accompanied by a message linked to it. "She loves dick!", "8 inches or more only and you can have my pussy" (with a picture of a huge dick), "I'll suck you day or night" were a few of the messages. I imagine a lot of these were outdated. The gloryhole was a pretty big hole, a lot bigger than I thought it would be. It could probably fit an arm through it. I saw a lot of patched holes along the side of the stall. I guess Chrissy was right, they tried to fix it up and just gave up. The toilet didn't even have water in it. I must have zoned out looking at the writings and drawings along the stall because the next thing I knew, a veiny cock came through the gloryhole. I was a little bit freaked out. I had always thought about gloryholes and how you never know who's on the other side. I decided to look down under the stall. I couldn't really tell who it was, I could only see the ankles and the shoes. But he had sneakers and thin, athletic legs from what I could tell. The longer I waited and thought about it, the more I wanted the cock in my mouth. "Come on, what are you waiting for?" a voice came from the other stall. Based on his voice, it sounded like another freshman or maybe a sophomorein the middle of puberty. His cock pulsated and he wiggled it for a second and pushed it all the way through. It was about seven inches long and pretty thick. I took my hand and started jerking him off. A few minutes passed when he told me, "Suck it." I took my mouth to the head of his cock and swirled my tongue around it while jerking off his shaft. He started moaning "yeah"'s and "ummph"'s. I was pleased with myself. "All the way... please..." he begged. I think he expected me to be a lot more experienced at cocksucking than I was. I tried to take all of it but could only do about five inches. I didn't want to do too much in case I gagged and threw up or something. After a few more minutes of me bobbing up and down on his dick, I started playing with his balls with my hands and his cock erupted with cum in about ten seconds flat. He must have shot around 8 or 9 spurts of cum. When I felt the cum coming, I took my mouth off and let him cum through the hole onto the floor while I used my hand to milk his dick. "Thanks," was what he said as he pulled his dick and balls back through the hole. "No problem," I responded. "The fuck?" He started yelling. "You're a dude? Holy shit, I can't believe I just got my cock sucked by a fucking homo. Gross." I heard him gag a little and he ran out the door. I was thinking, why would he even do a gloryhole if he was afraid there was a guy on the other end? I guess horny teenagers aren't thinking about that in the moment. I walked out the bathroom and tried to catch up to him to see who it was. I saw the back of his shirt and later saw the shirt again. He was a kid in my English class, a preppy guy. Black hair, sort of tall and lanky. His name was Hayden. He looked extremely uncomfortable for the rest of the day, no doubt coming to terms with the fact that a guy blew him and probably gave him one of the first blowjobs he's ever had. I told Chrissy what happened after I left the black bathroom. As expected, she jokingly called me a whore and a slut. She asked about Emerson and I told her he wasn't in there. After school ended, I was on the bus to go home when I saw Emerson walking out of the school to get to his bus. I had an idea. I got up off my seat and walked out of the bus and followed him onto his, the whole time thinking about how cute he looked sitting on his seat looking outside, backpack on his lap. Then I waited for him to get up at his stop and followed him out. There were a few others who got off on the same stop and walked down the street, but eventually everyone dispersed. "Hey, Emerson!" I yelled from about ten feet behind him and sprinted to catch up with him. ----------------------------------- Thanks for reading, guys. There will be more to come when I have time to write about it. If you want to know more or leave me feedback email me at joeyblow91@hotmail.com.