My school was GREAT! All boys, nuff said. I was one, a boy who loved boys.
I was in Heaven for those five years, watching the boys go past and mentally undressing them. I even physically undressed a few, but that's still hush-hush. But there was this one boy, Tristan, he was fi-INE! He did sports a lot and had one of those tanned gorgeous sculptured bodies. Thank God for the sun, he spent most of his time topless. I used to gaze from afar, watching tiny beadlets of sweat run down in between his pecs and through the ridges of his six-pack and round his navel. It was torture, but the good kind. It was my reward for the day. But I knew I couldn't have him. He was the archytypal straight guy, girls hanging off him, always goofing around in class. He had everybody in the schol hanging on his every word adn he loved it. I couldn't have him. I wanted him so bad but I couldn't.
I used to dream about what his dick looked like, was it long?, short?, dark?, thin?, fat?, who knew. His dick was the only part of him I had yet to see. I'd seen his chest, his legs, even his ass. Tristan liked to moon a lot, he had the most perfect bubble butt in the world, tanned and gorgeous, like the rest of him. I just wondered what it would be like to get my tounge around that sweet asshole of his, see what he tasted like...
I had grown to the point where I had become completley obsessed with Tristan, I could not stop thinking about him. I saw his face everywhere I went. I gathered every piucture of him I could find. And, I'm not proud of this..but I began to steal his things....it started off as pencils and pens, I'd taste them to see what his hands tasted like. Then it got bigger, until, I stole his underwear. It was a lucky break really. He had gone swimming and I snuk into the changing rooms, I knew what his coat looked like so I knew which stall was his. They were black, my favourite colour. Black Armani tighter than tight boxers. But the biggest treat was, wehn I got them home, I noticed a white stain on the crotch....I licked that crotch until I couldn't taste him anymore, I practically ate them, my tongue ran all over the fabric tasting everything in it's path. I slept with them on my face that night, and every night, even now...
I decided that I couldn't go on lke this, I was torturing myself, I was craving forbidden fruit and setting myself up for a fall. I had to tell him, and I had to do it today. The last period on a Friday I was with Tristan, it was English, I planned what I was going to do all through that lesson, went over the speech again and again. I was carrying Tristan's boxers in by pocket, hoping that they'd bring me luck. Finally 3.30 came, the bell rang ut and panic rose in my chest, higher and higher, 'I can't do this' I thought, but I had to, I couldn't back out now, I wouldn't let myself. I had to end this now.
Tristan was always the last one out of class, so I deliberately took ages to get ready, just as he was about to leave, I called him, 'Tristan' I yelled 'Could you hold this for me please?' ever the (fucking hot) gentleman, Tristan held my book for me. I ran over and closed the door to the classroom, and closed the blinds.
'What the fuck are you dong?' said Tristan
'Tristan, I need to tell you something' I said
'Go on then'
'Tristan...I....'
'Out with it man, I gotta meet Amber at 5'
'I...I...'
'Forget it dude!'
Tristan pushed past me and went to open the door, I couldn't let him escape now, I just couldn't, it was now or never, everything was riding on this...I had to do it...
'I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU!' I yelled.
'W...W..WHAT!!' Tristan yelled back.
'I said...I...I'm in love with you.'
'But your a guy....you're a...you're a guy! How can you be in love with me?'
'But I am...'
'The hell you are...you're a fucking queer...outta my way.'
Okay maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Now I really couldn't let him leave. I pulled him back, he turned round and whent to punch me, I ducked, face to face with his crotch an idea hit me.
'Tristan...' I said sexily, 'Just let me show you what being in love means...'
I pulled down his pants, he was commando, there it was, the thing I had awaited for so long. Tristan's cock. It was throbbing in front of me, calling to my lips....who were my lips to disobey. I threw myself onto his ever hardening cock and sucked, I ran my tongue through every crevice and nook as fast as I could. Tristan smacked me hard on the head but I didn't stop, I wasn't going to stop for anybody, Tristan soon gave in and grabbed my ears and started to fuck my throat. I let my hands explore his ass, rubing it and finger fucking his asshole, pushing it into my throat, I smacked it once or twice and felt it like I was blind, letting my hands run everywhere and anywhere
'Why the fuck won't Amber do this for me..' he groaned. His cock was choking me, it's size was too much for my mouth but I wasnt't comlaining. I explored every inch of it with my tongue, letitng my spit lubricate it for later. I played with his balls whilst tritan kept his hands pressed firmly against theside of my head. He let go finally and panted. A look of sheer disbelief on his face.
'Okay, you're in love with me, but why?'
'You're gorgeous'
'So you definetely wanna do this'
'More than yu know you sexy fuck, now turn round and let me taste that sweet asshole of yours...oh, and lock the door, we wouldn't want to be disturbed now would we....
