Brandon.

(Part 1 from 1. Fiction.)

One day, waiting for lunch, i was standing behind a very white guy, not albino, guy with a white t-shirt and black exercise pants. I looked down at his butt, the most perfect bubble butt I had ever seen. I wanted to pound him right then and there. I didn't say anything to him, just waited until i got my fries and my chicken sandwich. I watched as he got his tea, his butt twisting and turning, its shape becoming more defined with each turn to talk to his friend behind him. I wondered how I could get him to be my first time. I was a junior and he a sophomore. I watched as he went to his seat, I had to scratch myself to keep my self from having a boner right then and there in front of the entire lunchroom. I wanted him!!!


Later on that semester, I was trying out for this team and I saw him running around the median at our high school. He was shirtless, sweat running off of his skinny chest. He wasn't a fitness buff, just a skinny, partially toned, guy. I then had to go to the restroom where he was. I waited until he went into the restroom stall to flush and start washing my hands. I had to wait what seemed like 5 minutes. He asked me why I was waiting and I told him that I was just wanting to make sure that my hands were dry before I got back to practice. He said oh and then quickly finished up. I saw relief at the end of the tunnel. 


After he flushed the toilet and washed his hands I was about to go back to practice but he said wait. I came back and said what do you want. He told me that he wanted to see me later to get help on math or some subject I cannot remember. I told him okay and asked him where. He said the local McDonald's. I said that I would meet him there at 5. We agreed and went on our ways. 


At first I thought that he was pulling my leg but I wasn't sure. I met him anyways. I saw him standing in the parking lot. I went over there and asked him where he wanted to study and he said that we should go back to his house. At this point I am just wondering if tonight will be the night. So we arrive at his house while his parents are leaving. We work on math for about 2 and a half hours and then I ask him when his parents will get home. I asked him for something to drink and he told me that he would get something and I told him that I would so he could keep working. He got up and while he was tripping, I caught him and pulled him back up. I must have pulled him too hard because he landed on the couch again and so did I. When I sat down, we both laughed and got our drinks. We were half way thru and I asked him where the bathroom was. Walking upstairs to get to the bathroom, I asked him again when his parents would get home, he told me that they would be home at 1. I said oh, just wondering. When I finished in the bathroom, he was in his room. He told me to come in there and I asked him why. He just told me to come in there. When I got in there, he showed me some pictures and then all of a sudden shut the door. I said what the heck are you doing and he said that he had waited for this for a long time. I said what, and he said to get me to his house. I said oh. Well while I was trying to go outside to go back downstairs, he pulled my back and threw me on the floor. It was that point that his little muscles held me pinned to the ground. He then preceeded to kiss me. 

Then we got into the shower where we blew each other off, swallowing, 5 times. I founded him after almost every time. He only pounded my twice. He told me that the guy that always makes fun of me also has had gay sex before and then we just made out and went at it again. I got my stuff and had to go home because it was already 11. 

Weeks later, I found out that he had aced his math test with a 95 and that he was glad for my help. I don't get made fun of anymore. After that magical night, we had sex numerous times before I graduated high school. The most times were during the summer months when we would spend all day just having sex and then eat dinner and go at it again. I love it!!!

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