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My Life Chapter One
Hi, my name is Jason. This is a story of me and my best friends when we were in high school about four years ago. High school was not a fun time for me. I figured out that I was gay probably in the seventh or eighth grade, but never told anyone. I lived in a small town that didn't take kindly to fags, and I had a lot of friends that I didn't want to lose, so I kept my secret to myself. I was an average teenage boy. At sixteen, I was a decent student. I played football up to my sophomore year, and worked at a convenient store on the weekends. I had a tight circle of friends, and we all hung out together nearly every day. I was and still am average looking. I am about 5'9", 150 pounds, with short, brown hair and green eyes. I have a decent body, with the remnants of muscles from my high school jock days, but back then I was actually pretty well built for someone my age.
All my friends were athletes. They were all hot in my eyes, and I can't help but think that I chose them for my friends based on their looks at first. My two best friends, Tim and John were brothers. Tim was my age and John was a year behind us in school. I started hanging out with Tim after football practice our freshman year, and he was the one that introduced me to the rest of the gang. Michael and Adam were both in John's grade. Michael was and still is probably the hottest guy I have ever seen. At first he was just cute, but years of weight lifting and high school sports soon gave him the body to match. He is tall, about 6'1" and slim. Everything about his body is perfect. In school he was the trendsetter. He was the first to bleach his hair, and the first to start wearing the low cut sport socks that is now the popular fashion. Whatever Michael did, everyone else followed. Whatever style Michael took on, that's what the masses took on. He was cool in every sense of the word. He was popular with everyone, but pretty much stayed with his close group of friends. He was also one of the best friends I ever had.
Adam was also very hot. He was tall and skinny. He didn't have a lot of bulk to his muscles, but he had definition. His body matured before everyone else's, even mine. He started growing facial hair about the same time I did, but he was a year and a half younger than me. He had chest hair when he was fifteen. And of course there were other areas of his body that were mature as well.
Adam and I didn't get along very well at first. He didn't like me for some reason, and I wasn't too fond of him either. Up until one night when we all stayed at TIM's house, Adam and I were always at each other's throats. After that night things cooled down quite a bit, and we started talking every once in a while. In the spring I invited him to ride with me to a high school basketball game about two hours away, and that day was when we really became good friends. We started hanging out together more and more. More often than not it was just me and him. I would go to his baseball games no matter how far away they were. His mother was quite fond of me as well. She thought that I was a responsible young man because I was the only one of Adam's friends that had a job. She trusted me greatly, and would let Adam go anywhere with me. At Adam's baseball games, I would sit next to Amy in the stands and we would both cheer for him and his older brother out on the field. After the games, Adam would usually ride home with me and we would hang out for the rest of the night. I was quickly falling in love with Adam, but never said anything to him for fear of losing him. I just kept being his best friend and was mostly satisfied with that.
This is where the story picks up. It was a warm, spring day in late April. Adam had a baseball game in a town about an hour from ours. I left school early that day and made the drive down to watch the game. Amy and I sat in the stands and watched as both teams traded leads. It was a close game till the end, when Adam was the last batter at the plate.
"GO ADAM!!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Adam had just hit a game-winning home run for our high school baseball team and was jogging the bases, coming round to homeplate where his teammates were waiting for him, cheering. As he rounded third base he heard me cheer for him and smiled and waved quickly at me. God, he knows how to make me feel special. It was the last inning and our team had the last at-bat and Adam's homerun put us ahead by one, so the game was now over.
After a few minutes of cheering and congratulations from his teammates, Adam and the rest of the team started gathering their gear and loading onto the bus. A few minutes later Adam came over to where his mother and I were standing.
"Good game son," his mother said, patting him on the back. "Are you going to ride the bus home, or do you want to ride with Jason?"
"I think I'll ride with Jason if it's ok, Mom."
"Ok, well just make sure your home before ten, and I'll see you later. You guys be careful and be good."
"Ok. Bye Mom."
Adam and I started heading towards my truck. I walked a little behind Adam so that he would not see me staring at him as we walked. I loved looking at Adam in his baseball uniform. He was so sexy in the tight pants and jersey, even down to his dirty cleats and stirrups, which covered his socks. I also loved looking at the front of him. The tight pants really made his package stand out, almost like he was wearing a cup, but I knew that he didn't. I had seen him undress too many times.
We got into the truck and I started it, turning the air conditioner on more for Adam than for me. It was a late April afternoon, and it wasn't too warm outside, but Adam had just finished a game, and I could tell that he was pretty hot and tired.
"Dude, I am so tired. My muscles are going to be sore all night." Adam rubbed the shoulder of his pitching arm and lay his head against the window.
"You can lay out in the seat if you want to," I offered. " We have a long drive home and you can nap on the way."
Adam started to move stuff out of the way on the bench seat and took his cleats off and laid them upon my lap. I could smell his feet from up here, and it was not pleasant.
"On second thought, why don't you lay your head at this end, your feet are making my eyes water and we may run off the road," I said laughing.
"That would be pretty gay if someone seen us."
"Nobody will see you, we're on the highway now."
Adam looked around nervously and finally decided it was clear. He moved over on the seat and lay his head in my lap, looking up at me. I drove on and each time I looked down Adam was staring back at me. I didn't say anything though. I like when Adam looks at me. I know he's not gay like me, but sometimes he makes me wonder, the way he looks at me, or acts around me. Sometimes if we are spending the night with each other, he will roll over in bed and put his arm around me in his sleep. I know this is all just wishful thinking, but I took what I could get, he was so sexy and nice. After a while I looked down and his eyes were closed. I rested my hand on his muscular chest tentatively, hoping he wouldn't mind if he were awake. He just lay there with his eyes shut and I drove the rest of the way home like that.
About an hour later we pulled into town where we both live and I shook Adam to wake him up. He sat up groggily and moved to the passenger seat as I pulled into my driveway. He put his shoes back on and we walked up to the door of my family's apartment. I walked inside and hollered to see if my sister was home yet. No reply. I knew that my mom wouldn't be home for a couple of hours so it looked like we would have the house to ourselves for a while. We walked into my room and Adam crashed on my bed. I turned the stereo on and put in our favorite CD. We both loved Matchbox20, and we usually sang along to most of the songs. I turned around to see Adam sprawled out on my bed, wore out from a hard game.
"Adam, take your shoes off, your going to get dirt all over my bed."
"I'm too tired," he moaned. "You take them off."
I sat down on the edge of the bed and began untying his shoes. I should mention that I have somewhat of a foot fetish. I love to look at guys feet, especially with socks on. Adam had the sexiest feet I had ever seen. Long and thin, they were perfectly proportioned to his body. I did not, however, like the smell of Adam's feet after a ball game, so I didn't linger for too long at my task.
"You want a back rub?" I asked him after I finished with his shoes.
"Yeah, that sounds good," Adam said, taking off his jersey and undershirt before rolling over to his front.
I crawled up the bed behind him and straddled his body, sitting down on his butt with my knees tucked under me. I started rubbing his back muscles firmly with both hands. I was glad that he was laying on his stomach, so that he would not se the bulge my stiff cock was making in the front of my jeans. I finished his back and then started on his shoulder. After I finished his shoulders, I wondered where to go next. I never wanted this massage to end. I started rubbing his lower back, slowly making my way down to his waist, and then down to his buttocks and the back of his powerful legs. After I finished, I sat on the bed next to him. He asked me a question, but I could barely hear him, for his face was buried in the pillow at the head of the bed.
"What?" I asked.
He lifted his head off the pillow and said, "I said, that felt great. Will you do my frontside?"
I didn't reply at first, if he rolled over, he would see the tent that my dick was making. I threw caution to the wind, however, and replied, "Yeah, sure. Roll over."
He rolled over onto his back, and I could instantly see that he, too, had a hardon. I started rubbing the front of his shoulders and his arms, moving over to his chest muscles. I loved running my fingers through the hair on his chest. Most times, chest hair is a turnoff for me, but on Adam, it just added to the allure of his sexy teen body. I worked my way down his abdomen, and when I got to his waist again, I wasn't sure quite what to do. I didn't want to seem too obvious, so I just moved down to the front of his legs.
"Hold on," Adam whispered, reaching for the belt and button of his uniform. Oh, my god, was this really happening? "These pants don't feel very good when you rub me through them."
I watched Adam fumble with the button for a minute, and finally decided to help him out. I reached down and undid the button for him.
"You want them all the way off?" I asked, hopefully.
He nodded and I slowly opened the fly of his pants and began sliding them off his hips. He raised his butt off the bed so that I could pull the pants down, and I slid them down over his legs to his feet. I lifted each of his feet in turn and pulled the pants off and threw them in the floor. Now Adam lay there, almost naked save for his striped bikini underwear and the stirrups of his uniform and his socks. I could now see that he was very hard, the thin material of his underwear not leaving much to the imagination. I began massaging his thigh muscles and worked my way down to his shins and calves. When I was finished with his legs, I knew exactly where I wanted to go next, but I didn't think he would like it too much. I figured I could hint at it jokingly and if he didn't want me to do that, I could play it off as a joke. But, God willing, if he did want me too, then I would be perfectly happy to. And this would be the perfect opportunity. I moved back up his body and gave his boner a light thump with my middle finger.
"You want me to massage that too?" I asked chuckling nervously. I figured that would be the end of the massage, so I started to get up off the bed, never thinking that he might actually take me up on the offer.
He shocked the hell out of me when he quietly replied, "Yeah, sure. If you want to."
I looked at Adam, surprised. He just lay there with his hands behind his head and his eyes closed, totally relaxed now. I sat back down on the bed and asked him, just to be sure, "Seriously?"
He didn't say a word, only nodded his head slightly. I put my hands back onto his hard abs, which formed a perfect six-pack, and ran them down to the elastic waistband of his underwear. I stuck my fingers under the elastic and gently tugged them down his body. I pulled them all the way off and threw them on the floor next to his pants. Now Adam lay there almost completely naked except for the socks and stirrups, which I didn't really want to remove, since I liked the way they looked on him. My breath was coming in short, nervous gasps as I looked over his flawless body; his hard, 7-1/2 inch cock laying over his thick pubic bush, reaching nearly to his belly button. His legs spread slightly so that his heavy balls hung down between them. I reached down and with my left hand I cupped his balls, and with my right I began massaging his cock. He didn't move at first, didn't say a word, just let me have my way with his beautiful body. I continued jacking his long, thin cock and he started slowly bucking his hips, as if humping my fist. This continued for several minutes, until I surprised both of us and bent over his cock and flicked the head with the tip of my tongue. Adam froze. I froze. I couldn't believe that I had just done that. Neither of us moved for a few seconds. Nobody said a word. I was afraid of what Adam's reaction would be, and I was more afraid to look up at his face, for I knew I would see nothing but scorn in his eyes. After about a half a minute or so of frozen silence, Adam responded by gently thrusting his hips up at my face, signaling me that he wanted more. I licked the head again, and slowly licked down the shaft of his penis. I started licking his scrotum and gently sucking his balls, one at a time, into my mouth. Adam quietly moaned with pleasure. I lifted his cock and again started licking the head and shaft. I placed the head in my mouth and rolled my tongue around it, before slowly sucking more of him into my mouth. After I reached the base of his cock, I moved my way back up, massaging the shaft with my tongue the whole way. Adam placed his hand on the back of my head and I took this to mean that he wanted me to do it more. I began sucking harder, moving my mouth up and down his shaft. He started moaning and fucking my face slowly. My sucking got faster and more intense, and Adam moaned out, "I'm getting ready to cum."
I moved my mouth up so that only his head was still covered and began jacking him off. After a few seconds, Adam stopped bucking his hips and froze. I could feel the pulses in his cock as the cum moved its way up to the head and into my waiting mouth. I continued to suck on the head and slowly jacking his cock as I felt shot after shot of hot come hit the back of my throat. He must have shot about ten or eleven wads into my mouth before his orgasm subsided. I swallowed the salty sweet liquid and milked his cock to make sure I got all of it, then I licked the head and shaft clean. I moved back up on the bed and lay down beside him, laying my arm over his stomach. We both lay there silently for several minutes, Adam recovering from his intense orgasm, and me nervously awaiting his reaction. After a few minutes, Adam finally spoke.
"Jason, are you gay?"
I knew that the question would be asked, but I was not sure that I should answer truthfully. If I told the truth, then one of two things would happen: Adam would either be okay with the subject, and I would get to suck his cock anytime I wanted; or, more likely, he would reject me and I would lose a friend.
If I chose to lie, then most likely, Adam would chalk this experience up to the heat of the moment and it would never be spoken of again.
I chose to tell the truth.
"I think so."
Silence. Nerve-wracking and bone-chilling silence. I prayed that Adam wouldn't get out of bed and throw his clothes on and leave. But there was no hint of what he was thinking on his face. I couldn't even read his reaction in his eyes, for they were still closed.
Eventually, Adam opened his eyes and sat up, hanging his feet off the side of the bed. I lay there studying him, waiting for his response. Finally, it came. I heard him say the words that I had dreaded hearing for the past several minutes.
"I need to go home," he said as he gathered up his clothes and headed to the bathroom to dress.
I lay on my bed, frozen in shame and the fear of losing my best friend. I heard the bathroom door open and then the front door open and close as Adam left.
I lay on my bed and cried myself to sleep.