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Slowly, he grabbed my toned arm. His touch was so soft, so graceful – yet powerful and gripping at the same time. He carefully stroked my head as if he owned me, as If I was his boy and only his. It was in a way that only couples would dare try. Suddenly, I came to the realisation that I didn’t know who the muscular guy next to me was. In suspense, I turned my head around to meet with the face of Dylan Smythe. What was Dylan Smythe doing in my bed? And more importantly what was he doing stroking me as if we were A COUPLE! I mean… I wasn’t complaining but – how could this be real? There was no way that this was happening, the head of the football team was lying naked in my bed. This HAD to be some sort of wet dream. Sadly, my fear became true, it was just a dream.
The loud buzzing sound of my phone rang. It was Stace – she had just texted me saying that she would be ‘round mine in just ten minutes! ‘Holy shit!’ I shouted. I looked at the time and realised it was 8:56… I had woken up two hours later than I was supposed to. But in the end, I guess it was worth it for that dream about Dylan. ‘Stop thinking about that!’ I kept saying to myself – but I just couldn’t, I couldn’t let the thought of Dylan Smythe and I lying naked in bed next to each other, him caressing every part of my body. Treating me as if I was his boy. A tent began to form in my gym shorts… and that’s when I heard the doorbell rang. “COMING” I exclaimed. Hurriedly, I put on the baggiest shirt I could find in hope that it would cover the tent in my shorts.
As soon as I opened the door I saw a worried look on Stace’s face. “What’s up Stace? You seem… off?” I exclaimed holding her hand.
“It-It’s Dylan. He-He’s broken up with me. I don’t know what to do Brad, what did I do wrong? I was so good to him so why would he break up with me like that?” she screamed breaking down into a pool of tears.
“Omg I am so sorry Stace, don’t worry you are strong girl – you’ll get through this, believe me.” I said as I wiped away her tears.
“Yeah I know… anyway we should get to school, shouldn’t we?”
“Yeah. We should Stace.”
Yep. There you have it people. The one boy I have a major crush on – the one boy who has taken my heart – the one boy who I had just dreamed about being naked next to me in bed was in fact my best friends’ boyfriend. Well – ex boyfriend, I guess. One side of me wanted to comfort Stace and tell her everything was going to be okay and that I would always be with her and that I would hate that dickhead forever. But another part of me wanted to celebrate. The one boy I liked was now single, ready for me to pounce. I wanted to taste his lips – feel his strong hands holding my neck as he carefully caressed my mouth with his tongue – grab his cock as he pounced on top of me. All my fantasies could now come to life. But there was one downside. Dylan was most definitely not gay, he was the head of the football team! He went to strip clubs and bars – had had multiple girlfriends and there were rumours about him fucking most girls on the college campus where most people stayed. I had no chance with him. Even if he was single.
Stace and I walked over to her red Honda, hopped in, and made our way over to campus. I couldn’t wait for gym… it would be amazing.
--End Of Part One--

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