A gay adult story: Ben and I by roalght ,
Not true, but based on true characters. My true fantasy.
I am a fifteen-year-old high school student who lives in a small town and is gay. I am an outsider in my town and the only diversity I have is the raven in the town. I am five feet and six inches tall, shorter than most of my age. I have short brown hair and dark brown eyes. I am fit but not muscle-bound. The story starts on a normal day of school. I sat through a boring lecture about The Raven and then went to lame algebra. My day ended with my favourite English class.
I waited out the minutes until the bell rang and I could go to my favourite class, band. I’m not a band geek, but band is the only class I look forward to. Not the music or the instruments, but something else. When the bell rang, I quickly gathered my things and walked through the crowd of students towards the band room. Once there, I parted with my few female friends, separating into our instrumental sections where I saw him.
Ben was about six- two. He towered over me, and he was in great shape, better then what I would ever hope to be anyway. Our hair looked alike (unintentional) and his eyes were a deep crystal blue. He and I played the same instruments. Drums. He played almost every song because he was a senor, and seniors over ruled the sophomores. It didn’t matter, I had no musical talent anyway. I would much rather sit there and watch him flex his arms as he started to “bang” on the large bass drum. In-between songs, Ben would say loud, humors things to the class, and had the teacher scold him wile the rest of the class rang with laughter. Ben was one of the “popular, gets along with everyone, and is fuck hot” group. Since I was the only other drummer, he always talked to me the most in the class. I always had to act “straight” so I wouldn’t scare him off. Friend ship was the only thing I would ever ask.
All too quickly, band was over. We were sent to lunch and I meant up with my friends again. They moved on to talk about something, and I let my mind wander aimlessly. Suddenly the bell rang and I was broken off of my fantasy. I had to make a quick “adjustments” in my pocket before I could stand up and head to my next class.
I hated history above all the other classes I had that day. But it was my class to start thinking of other things. Other day dreams. Suddenly I was snap back to reality and I had the same problem I did at lunch. I raised my hand wile the teacher was in the middle of a lecture.
“Yes, Mr. Ray?”
“Can I go to the bathroom?”
“ ‘May I go to the bathroom’”
‘obviously I can’t if you don’t let me’ I though quietly to my self.
“May I?”
“Go right ahead.” I jumped out of my seat and I started my way to the bathroom, or the boy’s locker room which was quicker.
As I walked in, my small member gave a jump. I don’t know if it was the fact that other males undress in here, or the sweet sweat smell that filled my lungs, but it always seemed to happen. The locker room was in poor shape. The lockers were small, cloths where on the floor, and the ceiling looked like it would fall. For some odd reason there were a few ropes that were hanging from it. I quickly ran to the nearest stall and pulled my pants down. Ah. Freedom. Right now, it was the best thing ever, until I wrapped my hand around my own shaft, then that was the best thing ever.
Before I could even do anything, the locker room door entered. What the hell! No one ever came down here unless it was football practice or something like that. I hated doing anything when someone else was in the room. I quickly “went to the bathroom” and then stepped out of the stall, and there was Ben, no shirt, in shorts. Sweat made his body incredibly sleek. His treasure trail was the only hair I saw, besides his underarms. I took a huge gulp as I recomposed myself. It wasn’t until seconds after he caught me, I noticed my mouth was wide open.
“Hey,”
“Hi.” I said in an even voice. He started to wipe himself down with a towel. I tried not to watch as I washed my hands, and then started to walk out.
“Damien?” I quickly turned around at the sound of my name.
“Yeah?”
“Don’t… take this as an insult or anything. It’s just stuff I hear, but…” He took a small swallow as he walked up to me. “Are you gay?”
My heart pounded. I was dead scared of this moment. I replayed almost ever conversation I had with every other male I had in this school. “You gay?” “Yeah.” “Why?” “Why are you straight?” “Girls are so much hotter then guys! Why the hell would you want to be gay, you fag?” And then they were never to talk to me again. I didn’t know what to say. My voice went dry, and I knew I couldn’t lie to him. Not to him.
“Ye-yeah.” I said shamefully.
“Cool.”
“Cool?” What the hell? Of all the things I ever though he would say, cool was not one of them.
“Yeah.” He said evenly. “I mean, I don’t have a problem with it. I always wondered…” He didn’t bother to finish, I knew what he was going to say. I was waiting for the ‘Just don’t hit on me’ part to come into action, but it never did.
I started to let my guard down. Maybe he wouldn’t have a problem with it. Maybe I don’t scare him, maybe he was different. My thoughts were shot away as he took another step closer to me.
“Besides” Ben said slowly. “Now I don’t have to wonder anymore.” That statement seemed odd to me. Just the way he said it. Like he was glad I was gay or something. “Sit down.” He ordered kindly. I lost my breath there.
“I better get to class.”
“I see what you have there.” He nodded down, the direction of our feet. “And like I said, I have always wondered what it would be like to have sex with a guy.” As he finished his sentence from earlier, my head quickly spun around. I couldn’t believe it.
“Wha-wha-what?” It was all I could manage to get out. His paralyzing eyes shot into mine. Maybe paralyzing was the wrong words, numbing was a better one. One thing I was looking into them, then I was throwing one leg over the bench to sit down on it.
“But first, we will have to take care of the easy one.” He said of-matter-of-factly. He walked over and locked the locker room door. I was still trying to make sense of the whole thing.
He lifted one leg over the bench and sat down, the same position as me. “So, have you ever… been with a boy?” He asked in a teasing manner.
“Yeah.” I said all too quickly.
“Good. I’m a first timer.” He said in the same tone. He stood up again, and then pulled his blue shorts down a bit. He was already hard, just like me. About nine inches, if I had to guess. Way bigger then what I ever hopped to be. My seven inches seemed small compared to him. He sat down again and leaned back on his hands, his sweat was still on his chest, and his smell was over powering now. But I loved it.
“Mind sucking me off?” I looked at him a bit. I wanted to. Damn, I wanted to. I looked at his nice clean cock; his curly dark brown pubic hair seemed perfect. I didn’t say anything to respond. I just slowly leaned down, and then took his head into my mouth. His taste was something I never had before. It was sweet and salty at the same time. I heard a warm chuckle come from his as he placed his hand on top of my head, rustling threw my hair.