Wyatt Kaplan sat in the high school cafeteria, alone for the time being, carefully eyeing all the boys that were rumored to be gay. Not that there were a lot, though; you could count them on one hand. While he scoped, he remembered his visit with his older cousin, James, who had driven out from San Francisco. 

James was two years older than Wyatt was and had attended the same high school before his parents had divorced. James had gone to San Francisco with his mother. In Canyon Lake, the ruggedly beautiful small town in which Wyatt lived, James had been the resident BMOC, bedding every girl in the school. So, it came as quite a shock to Wyatt when James revealed that he was gay and had been even while banging chicks in good old Canyon Lake. 

"You ought to try it, Wyatt. Haven't you heard that guys give better head than chicks? Hell, they're better in bed all around - a guy not only knows what a guy wants, but knows how to deliver it, too!"
Since then, Wyatt had seriously considered it. He, like James, had gone through every girl in the high school - the attractive, the not so attractive, and the downright ugly. To put it simply, Wyatt was bored - and desperate. Desperate enough to fuck a guy, which he was about to do as soon as he picked a worthy candidate.

His roving eye fell upon Kelly Fiore, a tall, slim, but fit kid who was more pretty than handsome. If there was anyone in his high school who liked it up the ass, it was Kelly. He was just too damn pretty to be with a girl! Besides, he'd heard all the rumors about what Kelly did with guys when he was alone with them. There was talk that Kelly would bend over for anyone with a penis! 

Wyatt studied him closely. He studied Kelly's beautiful, feminine face...the straight nose; the full, generous lips; his sly, coy, come-hither grin; the sapphire blue eyes that twinkled mischievously; his round, tight bubble-butt; his long, shoulder length, light-brown hair...yeah, Kelly was the one. He was going to fuck Kelly Fiore.

In the lunch line, Kelly was debating on whether to go for the mystery-meat sloppy-joe or a badly wilted salad. Not that he needed to eat salad, though. Kelly had a hot body and could eat whatever he wanted, but at least he knew what was in that salad. The sloppy-joe, however, was a complete and total befuddlement. With a sigh, he grabbed it and made his way over to the soda machine. Once he got there, as he mulled over what beverage to pick, he felt someone staring at him. 

He turned around and scanned the cafeteria with his eyes, and saw who it was - super-jock (and super-jerk), Wyatt Kaplan. Kelly met his gaze equally, but Wyatt did not flinch or look away. He stared back and the two locked eyes for what seemed like an eternity. Then, to Kelly's complete, utter, total shock, Wyatt smiled at him! Not just any smile, mind you. Kelly had seen this sort of smile before and he knew it well. It was the smile that preceded all his elicit sexual encounters. The smile that played upon Wyatt's lips said one thing and one thing only - "I want to get into your pants!"

Wyatt sat there, grinning like a Cheshire cat at a stunned Kelly. He had floored Kelly, he knew it. Now it was time to approach the hot little cocksucker...but not just yet...after school. He'd walk up to Kelly alone after school and invite him over. Kelly wouldn’t say no, couldn't say no. Wyatt had always had a feeling that while Kelly couldn't stand him personally, he had always craved that big, jock cock in his ass. And Wyatt was more than ready to grant Kelly's wish...