My High School Adventures

By joey asdf

Published on Dec 15, 2013

Gay

Hey guys, you have to be 18+ to read this! This story contains sexual encounters between teenage boys. If this offends you or is illegal where you are from, please don't read the story.

My name is Joey and this story details my high school adventures (some middle school). If you would like more, email me at joeyblow91@hotmail.com, or just give me feedback/comments!


Emerson and I were making small talk for a bit as we walked down the sidewalk. He didn't know who I was and I guess I didn't really know him. I just knew of him based off what Chrissy told me. After awhile, Emerson stopped and said, "Well, this is my house... see ya."

"Wait," I put my hand on his shoulder. "I have a question for you... if you don't mind answering."

"What?"

"Are the rumors about you true?" I asked. "Like, with the black bathroom and stuff?"

Emerson sighed and looked annoyed, "Dude, don't believe everything you hear, okay? Someone started those rumors because of something that happened at a party last year."

I felt bad. I didn't even consider that they weren't true when I confronted him about it. "Sorry... I didn't know."

He shrugged and started walking up the steps to his porch and I realized I had no where to go and it was cold and windy outside with the remnants of snow from a couple of nights ago.

"Hey, Emerson, wait," I said. "I don't live anywhere near here. I just wanted to get to know you."

I'll never forget the smile he had on his face after that. He motioned for me to come inside. I followed him in and we both dropped our backpacks at the front of his house. His house was pretty small. It was two floors with the bottom floor being one square room with a small bathroom as the only other room. The upper floor was just the kitchen, a few bedrooms, and the dining room.

We sat down in the kitchen and opened a couple of sodas. He asked me, "So are your parents going to wonder where you are?"

"No, they don't get home until around six."

"Same. My mom doesn't get home til like ten," he told me.

"Emerson, are you gay, dude? Sorry, it's just since you said the rumors aren't true I just was wondering."

"I like both guys and girls. Mostly guys I guess," he paused and thought for a second. "Did you just ask me that because my mom won't be home til late?"

My heart sunk a little as I realized I was coming across as a huge slut. "Kind of. I mean, I guess. I think you're really cute is all."

"I don't really want to mess around. Or a relationship."

"I think I came across really badly today. I think you're really cute but that's not everything. I don't just want to mess around, I want to get to know you. You're cool," I said.

"We can be friends but that's it. The last time I had a relationship it went shitty and I don't want another one yet."

"Okay, no problem."


I had called my parents and asked my dad to pick me up after work, which gave us a few hours to hang out. We played on his computer for awhile then moved to watching TV. It crossed my mind that he might have been letting me down easy, that maybe he just wasn't interested in me but I wanted to know for sure.

I took off my shirt on the couch and we kept watching. I kept looking to my left to see if he was taking peaks but they never came.

"Dude, I know I'm coming on super strong and I don't mean to, but are you interested in me at all or should I just not even try? I don't want to push you, but I just want to make sure you're not letting me down easy by pretending you don't want a relationship right now."

He scooted next to me and took my hand and placed it on his crotch. I pushed and moved my fingers around and felt he was hard as a rock and holy shit did it feel big. "See?" he said.

I smiled, "Thought you weren't interested because you weren't even looking at me."

"You weren't looking very closely then."

I felt a sigh of relief and felt good about being up front about everything. I didn't want to waste any time or feel unsure about what he felt so I was glad it was all on the table, on both sides.


The next day, I met up with Chrissy at lunch and told her about what happened the day before.

"Shit, it wasn't true about him?"

"Not according to him."

"Wonder how the rumors started then," she said, almost prodding me to find out.

"I don't know, I didn't really want to ask. I just met him and he seems closed off about it. He just said it happened at a party."

"This is awesome, I'm like Cupid. I got you guys together!" she smiled.

"We're not together, Chris. He doesn't want a relationship right now he says."

"What the hell? Sounds like if you started dating him anyway it would be like dating a girl," she chuckled.

"Hey now, he's really cool. Not everyone is as heartless and emotionless as you!" I joked.

"Well, you'll let me know what happened, right? Soon as you find out?"

"I'll try."


I got Emerson to start hanging out with our lunch crew every once in awhile. Everyone got to know him and he fit in pretty well. Looking back at high school, one of the best parts of it for me was that the sexual tension between people was almost tangible. Every day at lunch, Emerson and I would lock eyes for too long, I'd have the overwhelming urge to hold his hand, I'd have a hard time thinking in class because I'd want to see him. I've never had a feeling that strong except for in high school.

About a month passed and I was hanging out at his house again after school. We were on the bottom floor watching TV on the couch again, arms around each other, when he said, "Hey."

I looked over to him and he planted a kiss right on my lips. The butterflies that were sleeping in my stomach finally came to life in full force. I pushed him over on his back and we started making out passionately. After a minute, I sat up and took off my shirt. He brought his hands up the sides of my stomach and started carressing my chest. His warm hands felt so incredible on me.

I pulled his shirt off, still straddling him and went back in to kiss him some more. I felt his cock get harder and harder through his jeans as I sat on his crotch and started to grind against it. There was something about this that was different from the other guys I've had. Will was just lust, even though he was my first sexual experience. Every other guy was just about them, helping them get off. This was mutual, we both wanted each other entirely.

"Let's go to my room," he said as he pushed me off him. We walked together, arms around each other, toward his room. We stepped inside and closed the door and started kissing again, standing up. We both took off our pants and all we had left were our boxers.

"So, who's bigger do you think?" he asked, smirking. I already knew the answer to that, having felt his cock through his pants awhile back.

"Three... two... one!" I counted down and we both pulled our boxers down. My 6.5 incher shot up immediately and I stared down at his in awe. It was such a beautiful cock. He was cut with a perfect mushroom head and it curved a little to the left. He had brown, trimmed pubes and a nice set of low hanging balls under his shaft.

"Dude, how big?" I asked.

"Eight and a half last I checked."

"Fuck, man. It's amazing." It looked even bigger than 8.5" to me, on his thin frame.

"Yours isn't too bad yourself," he said as he knelt down in front of me. What happened next would be impossible to put into words to adequately describe what I was feeling at the time. The intensity I felt from knowing we both wanted each other combined with his hot mouth on my dick gave me feelings of euphoria. My eyes rolled back in my head and I lost balance of my legs and had to sit down on his bed.

He was on his knees in front of me, eyes looking up in my eyes, bobbing up and down. I couldn't believe the things I was feeling, but I knew all I wanted was for it to go on forever and ever. What I remember to be around 30 seconds passed and I was about to cum. It took everything I had to mutter out a "W-wait." and get him to stop. I sat there out of breath, as if I had just ran a mile.

"Holy shit," he giggled. "Was it that good?"

"You have no idea," I said, putting my hands on the sides of his stomach. I pulled him up so he was standing in front of me now. I started to get to work on his cock, hoping to replicate the feelings he gave to me. I loved everything about his body. I licked up and down his shaft, his balls, his legs. I couldn't get enough of him. He took his hands and pushed me down on his cock, but I started trying to talk when I was about halfway down, knowing I wouldn't be able to take it all.

"I'm not as good as you... I can't deep throat," I told Emerson.

"We'll have to work on that then. You'll be a pro in no time."

He jumped on to his bed and laid on his side, motioning for me to start sucking his dick again. I laid down opposite of him and began again. As soon as he put my cock in his mouth, I was back to feeling ecstacy. He used both of his hands to massage my balls and my ass and I tried to copy him. Even though I couldn't fit it all in my mouth like he could mine, he still was moaning just as loudly as me.

I squeezed his leg, warning him that I was about to cum and started shooting spurts of cum into his mouth. That must have brought him over the edge because he started moaning very loudly and cumming in my mouth. He didn't shoot much, about four shots and I swalloed it all. I took my mouth off his cock and pulled mine out from his.

"That was fucking awesome," I told him, as we both sat up facing each other.

He looked at me with a twinkle in his eyes and moved his mouth in to kiss me. I realized then that he didn't swallow all of my cum, there was a lot of it left in his mouth. We swirled tongues and both tasted my cum. I pushed the rest of it into his mouth and he swalloed it in one gulp.

He started jerking his cock off. "Didn't you just cum?" I asked.

"Sometimes," he said, "I can cum twice if I'm really horny. Like now."

I took his hand and started jerking it with him. His breathing got louder and he pushed me on my back on the bed and stood over me. His second round of cumshots came pouring down on my stomach. Somehow, this one had more cum than his first cumshot.

"Looks like you need a shower," he laughed and smeared his cum all over my stomach.


We both stepped into the shower to clean off.

"Joey," Emerson said, "I really appreciate you. I feel like we know each other really well even though we've only met a month ago."

"Yeah," I agreed.

His cock drooped down and looked huge even while it was semi-flacid. We cleaned each other up and hugged. He moved his hand to my ass and put a finger in.

"Whoa!" I jumped.

"What? Are you telling me you're a virgin?"

"Like never had a dick in my ass? Yeah. I've just done oral, no anal."

"You're missing out then," he said. "Never even put anything up there? It feels amazing."

"I tried putting fingers up there but it hurts."

"That's because you aren't using lube, no shit it hurts," he said as he stuck his finger up my hole again.

"DUDE! You said to use lube!" I cried out.

"It's just one finger. If you're going to take this," he pointed down, "you're going to need to be able to take one finger at least."

I knew that I wanted to do anal but I never thought it would be in the near future. It was always one of those things I knew I'd try but thought it would be a couple of years down the road.

"How about we chill on the fingers in the butt for now and I'll pencil you in for that another day?" I told him.

"Okay," he said. "But seriously, you're missing out. Do me a favor and try it a little when you shower at home. You can even use lube for one finger 'cause you're a pussy!"


We got out of the shower, got dressed again, and started watching TV.

"What changed your mind about, like, us?" I asked him.

"I just feel like I can trust you. You're kind to your friends. Like Alex, Chrissy, Ben. You're a good person."

"You're my friend, too, you know. Maybe more, if you want to be," I said.

"Maybe," he replied.

"Why not?"

"I don't like the whole boyfriend-girlfriend, boyfriend-boyfriend thing. It's just shitty."

"Because you're exclusive or what?"

"No, I want to be exclusive. It's just people change when you say that you're dating. People become high maintenance. I want to do stuff alone sometimes."

"Oh," I said. "But we can stil do the stuff normal boyfriends would do. Like what we just did."

"Yeah. But this feeling I have when I'm around you, thinking about you even... I don't want that to go away," he paused. "That's what happened last year."

I smiled, "Tell me."

"I had a girlfriend last year, her name was Aubrey. She moved this year. But ever since we became 'boyfriend-girlfriend', she changed. She always wanted to do shit, I felt like I was constantly being judged on every little thing I did. I got sick of her real fast."

"Does this have to do with the party?" I asked.

He looked at me. "Promise not to tell anyone, please. I'm not proud of it."

"I promise."

"Like I said I was sick to death of Aubrey. She was clingy and got really annoying. At the time I was curious about guys. I could only get off on gay porn or thinking about guys. Anyway, it was her birthday party."

I listened intently. "And there was alcohol and about thirty kids from our class. Most people were drunk but I wasn't. My mom would kill me if she smelt alcohol on my breath when I came home. Aubrey was all over me that night, drunk as fuck, and she started taking her shirt off in front of everyone. I told her not to and she just ignored me and hit me away and told me to leave her alone and she'd find another guy who appreciates her.

"I got pissed and just went upstairs. I was walking around up there and ended up in her brother's room who was passed out drunk on his bed."

"How old is her brother?" I asked.

"20 now, so he was 19 at the time. Like I said, I was curious about guys. I undid his pants and looked at his cock. He woke up then, with my hand around his dick getting harder. He was really drunk so I guess he didn't care but I think he's straight. He just told me to keep going and eventually told me to suck it so i did.

"Anyways, long story short, Aubrey came into the room right as he was cumming and you can guess what happened next."

"Holy shit," I said. "She saw everything?"

"Yep, and the worst part... he came on my face so when I turned around, I had all of his cum on my hair and glasses and mouth. She took her phone out and took a picture of it, ran downstairs and started telling everyone I was a 'fucking homo' and showed them the picture.

"Her dad got a new job somewhere out of state like a month later. But before she went, she decided to spread that rumor that I was basically the black bathroom cocksucker. The sickest part is that when I asked her to delete the picture she took, she actually wanted me to fuck her one last time before she left or she said she would email it to everyone she knows, then have them email it to everyoen they know and it would spiral around that way."

"Dude... now I feel like shit for asking you about the black bathroom stuff..." I said, frowning.

"It's no problem, you didn't know, man."

"So you actually fucked her one last time to get her to delete it?"

"Yeah," he said. "She deleted it, but the damage was done. The rumor had spread everywhere. Even the teachers treat me differently, like I'm weird as hell."

"Sorry to hear that, dude," I said, reassuringly, "But you always have me. I like your weirdness and your personality and your face and your voice and your cock!" We giggled together and hugged each other as we finished watching the movie.


Thanks for reading! If you want to know more or leave me feedback, email me at joeyblow91@hotmail.com. The next chapter I write will likely be about how I came out.

Next: Chapter 4


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