I awoke to my mother stomping into my room and yelling at me to get up. Once again, I didn’t wake up to my alarm and she was mad. I gave myself a few seconds to wake up after she left then stumbled into the bathroom for a shower. As usual, I just stood in the shower thinking. I thought about the same things every time: how easy it would be to be a girl. I’m not saying that I want breasts or have to deal with everything, I just hate that getting a boyfriend is much harder being a guy.
You see, in my school bullying isn’t really a problem. No one gets bullied, no one commits suicide and school is generally a good place to be. The only problem with that is that no one at school is gay, at least not openly. I was lucky to make some good friends who have accepted me for who I am and they don’t care that I’m gay. As of right now, only 5 people know I’m gay.
After all the thinking I was doing I forgot about the time and I quickly rinsed off and got out. As I was drying off, I took a look at myself in the mirror. I was 6 feet even, pretty average with a bit of muscle tone but not that much. I had short brown hair that I spiked up in the front and deep, dark brown eyes. After I was done checking myself out I got ready for school as usual and I left for the bus. 20 minutes late, I was at school and talking to my friends like nothing was wrong, even though everything was. The bell rang and I was off to my first class, Pre-Cal. I practically ran to class because I was so excited. Not only did it mean that I got to learn more about my favorite subject, I also got to see Matt.
Matt was always a subject of my fantasies, and I have no idea why. He wasn’t the usual type for me, I was into the small, skinny, hairless type and Matt was anything but. He was around 5 foot 10, very muscular, and also very hairy. He played all kinds of sports and was a big bragger. Last year when he got his nipple pierced, he had spent pretty much all of gym class with his shirt off, not that I’m complaining.
So anyways, I sat at the back of Pre-Cal and waited for him to come in and sit in the front like he always did but this time, he came to the back and sat directly behind me. I tried to play it cool and not look at him but I was excited because I knew the way he acted and I couldn’t wait for him to start. I casually turned my chair to the side so I could see him out of the corner of my eye while copying notes. After we finished copying, we were given a few practice problems to do and I set to work. That’s when he started his everyday tendencies.
When he sat in the front, I couldn’t help but overhear his conversations. He would always make sexual jokes to his friends and they would all laugh, but I couldn’t help but wish that he were joking with me. I was jealous over the fact that he was so confident with is sexuality that he could make these jokes with his friends without them caring. He called my name and I turned around to answer him.
“What?” I answered trying to sound casual.
“It’s been forever since I got my dick sucked.” He said. I couldn’t help but notice he was kind of rubbing his chest.
“Yeah, so?” I was trying so hard to sound disinterested but I was exploding on the inside.
“Could you suck it for me?” He practically moaned at me.
“Um….” I wanted to scream yes, to take him right there but I stopped myself and simply said “no”.
“Oh come on dude, just help me out.” He continued to rub himself, and had now moved his hand up to his pierced nipple. I didn’t want him to think that I wanted to take his jokes seriously so I just shook my head, rolled my eyes and turned back to do my work. I thought I could feel his gaze on me but I couldn’t take the pain of seeing this incredibly straight guy say these things to me.
The next class of the day was Global Geography and that meant seeing him once again, he sat at the other end of the class and I wouldn’t be able to talk to him. When the teacher was explaining this month’s unit, I couldn’t take my eyes off of Matt. I noticed that he was chewing on the end of his pen and I couldn’t help but fantasize about him. I practically stared at him for the entire class.
* Just to let you know, everything up to this point is real *
At the end he came up to me and I almost died.
“Hey Alex, you like math don’t you?” He leaned against the wall and he looked so hot.
“Um, yeah. It’s my favorite class, why do you ask?”
“It’s just that I have no idea what we’re doing and I can’t afford to fail another test.” He seemed to be ashamed of this so I didn’t want to give him too hard of a time for it.
“Ok, how ‘bout I come over after school?” I suggested, “I can give you some help with this unit.”
“Well, I’m going to need to know EVERYTHING for the exam coming up…”
“I guess I’m going to have to stay the night then.” I joked, making him smile at me. I couldn’t believe my luck, here I was joking with the guy of my dreams and not only that, but we’re joking about me spending the night with him! I could have died right there and been happy.
“Yeah, sure. I guess I’ll see you around 4 then.” He winked jokingly at me and it drove me wild. I nodded and then hurried to meet up with my friends so they didn’t think anything was up.
That’s it for part 1! I plan on writing part 2 and maybe part 3 later tonight so let me know what you think!
