I logged on and checked my email, another person had responded to my Classifieds2000 personal ad. They sounded pretty cool and I checked out their profile. It said his name was Dave and he was 6'2", 185 pounds, str8 acting, blond hair, light blue eyes, liked to work out, tan, smooth, and 24. My mouth started to water. I tried to convince myself that he was probably some troll that would say anything to try and get some horny young highschool kid. But, of course I wrote back, giving more information about what my hobbies were, what music I liked, my ICQ#, and told him I had a pic to trade if he had one. I sent the message off and sat there, trying to imagine what he looked like. My penis started to squirm and dance. I was wearing boxers and as it got harder it tried to get out through my pant leg. I rubbed my cock against my leg and closed my eyes. Precum oozed out and made a wet circle on the leg of my jeans. I decided I needed to just whip it out and stop with the foreplay, after all, I was in my room so I was safe. I unzipped my pants and pulled the rock hard shaft out of the front of my boxers. In the computer desk, I kept some Jergens lotion just for these occasions. I opened up LView, a computer program that can display pictures as a "slide show" so I could see a bunch of pics with hands-free operation. I picked out my "hot" directory that had all of my best porn and got the slide show under way. I opened the Jergens and applied the cold liquid to the plumed tip of my cock. The coolness made my cock bounce and I started to slowly work the lotion all over the shaft. I pulled my shirt off and watched picture after wonderful picture go by as I worked my cock, my breathing getting deeper, my strokes getting faster. I pulled very quickly at the head as I approached climax. The hot man on the screen getting pumped by an even hotter man sent me over the edge. A load gushed out onto my chest and here came the second...
The door opened!
I slid my chair under the desk and repeatedly hit the "Esc" button. Unfortunately the designers of the software didn't make it so that key shut the program down. It only closes the picture and starts loading the next.
My computer was against the wall opposite of the door, so I couldn't see who it was and wasn't really in any hurry to look. Luckily they couldn't see the cum all over my chest. They could, however, see glimpses of the pictures as they kept trying to load on the screen. I finally glaced back. Oh thank God it was Scott and not my parents. He burst out laughing and closed the door.
"Hey, shut up!" He kept trying to say something but everytime he opened his mouth, all he could do was laugh. His face always turns a little pink when he's laughing, but it was bright red, and so was mine but for a different reason. I finally got LView to close and I tried to casually put my dick away and zip up. He heard my zipper and he started laughing even harder. "Alright, alright, you can stop!" I grabbed my shirt and put it back on, on top of the cum.
He tried to speak, "No... uh... hahaha!... uh... heeheeheehee... I can't!"
I got up to go to the bathroom to clean up. When I stood, he looked at the cum soaking through my shirt and then pointed to the wet spot on my pant leg and busted up all over again. He began laughing so hard that he clapped his hands and then held his stomach (that's how I know when he's really enjoying himself). He was having problems remaining standing.
I went into the adjoining bathroom and got a towel. He was still laughing, although he wasn't as loud anymore. Just giggling to himself. And I have to admit, he does have a cute laugh. It's a little high pitched, but as I sat there listening to him I started to chuckle to myself about the whole thing, shaking my head at my carelessness.
"Uh, Jeff?" some more laughing. "Something just popped up on your screen." Obviously, my first thought was that LView hadn't really closed and that some naked men were on the screen. But then he asked, "What's I-C-Q?"
I rushed over to the desk, I had gotten a message... from Dave. He wants to chat. "It's a way for people to know if someone is online so you can talk. It means 'I Seek You,' ICQ."
"Chat with him! Is that the guy you blew?"
"No, I haven't met Dave yet." I responded to the chat request and started typing.
"Hey, tell him you want to fuck him."
"What? No! I don't even know him." One of his first questions was if I had NetMeeting or CUSeeMe. I have NetMeeting, he said he had a camera but I told him I didn't and he had to settle for audio only.
His voice came through my speakers, "I'll turn the camera on if you send me your pic." I did the file transfer and then all of a sudden, the little video window started up. At first, no one was there, then he sat down in front of the camera.
He was no troll.
He was even better than I had even imagined. The image was a little jerky, but I kept waiting to find something wrong. Like his mask falling off or his stuffed pecs to shift around. If I was passing him on the street, I would do a double-take and tell myself, "Too bad he's straight."
Scott looked surprised, too. Without thinking, he said to himself "woah..."
Dave brushed some hair from his beautiful face and tucked it behind his ear, "Your pic looks good."
"Hey thanks, you look ... really hot!"
He looked away from the camera and covered his face for a second like he wasn't comfortable with compliments. "Hey thanks."
Scott whispered, "Tell him to take his clothes off."
I looked at Scott, with a disgusted expression, and whispered. "You just don't do that."
He spoke low again, "Sure you do." He leaned closer to the mike, "Hey take off your clothes!"
Dave leaned in, "Wh-What did you say?"
I didn't know how to cover it up, "Uh, nothing. Sorry."
He smiled, "No, I heard you." He quickly lifted his shirt up and put it back down again. He laughed but I didn't. I was able to get a glimpse of his nicely toned chest, it looked smooth just like he said. And no false padding. "No, I'm just kidding."
"That wasn't me, it was my friend that said that. He just came over."
Scott leaned in, "I walked in on Jeff jerking off just a second ago."
I covered the mike, "Scott!"
"What?! It's true!"
Dave asked, "Oh, are you two... together?"
Scott answered, "No, but Jeff wants to jump me."
Dave laughed. I explained, "He's straight. And I don't want to jump him."
Dave sighed, "Ah hell, I was just about to see if you wanted to do a three way!"
Scott looked at me, "Are there girls this horny on here too?"
Dave answered for me, "Nope. You may find an attractive girl, you may find a horny girl. But your chances of finding an attractive horny girl are next to nil. Obviously finding attractive gay men is easy."
Scott scoffed, "That's conceited!"
"I was referring to Jeff... So, Jeff how old did you say you are?"
"I'm 17, 18 in two days."
"And Scott?"
"I'm already 18."
"Some young boys, I have an 18 year old brother."
I asked, "Oh yeah? Is he as hot as you?"
Dave laughed, "I'd say he's even hotter."
"Really..."
"But he's straight... as far as I know. So, Jeff, did Scott really walk in on you jerking off?"
"uh... Yeah."
"That's pretty funny."
Scott started giggling again. "I thought so too. He had porn on the computer and cum all over the place."
I covered the mike again. "Scott! Either stop or leave!"
Dave laughed, "Lovers' squabbles?"
"No, really, we're just friends. I told you, he's straight. He's got a girlfriend."
Dave shook his head, "So? All of my ex-girlfriends thought I was straight. That doesn't prove anything."
Scott was a little defensive, "No, dude. I am."
"You're only 18, how do you know?"
"Trust me, I know!"
Dave smiled, "So, Scott. You know Jeff... should I meet him?"
I looked to Scott and frantically nodded my head.
"Oh, I don't know. If he didn't have the hump on his back, I'd say yes."
"He doesn't have a hump in his picture."
"Haven't you ever heard of PhotoShop?"
I pleaded, very quietly, "Scott..."
Scott paused for a second and looked at me, "No, Jeff's cool. Even if he is a fag."
"Sounds like you two have an interesting relationship. Hey, well, I really only had a minute to check email... I've gotta get going. But would you two ever like to go out sometime?"
Scott scrunched up his face, "Uh... No, I'm not doing a 3-way with guys!"
Dave smiled and shook his head, "As FRIENDS, obviously. And I was kidding about the 3-way."
Scott spoke, "What... So I can sit there twiddling my thumbs while you guys fuck? That doesn't sound too fun to me..."
Dave and I disapproved in unison, "Scott..."
"Well, I've gotta go, email me your phone number, I'll do the same. Later."
"Alright. Bye!"
His picture stopped moving and then returned to the NetMeeting logo. Scott turned to me and lightly slugged my arm. "Woo-hoo for Jeff! You're gonna get some action!"
"What? He said to go out as friends."
"He was also talking to me when he said that. So, is Dave your type?"
"Holy shit, yeah!" He looks great, he sounds nice and he's a good speller."
He mocked me, "Ah, spelling, the true test. So you like that athlete/jock type?"
"Oh, yeah! Not saying I wouldn't date non-athletes. But non-athletes have to have more brains. I let athletes get away with dimmer wits because I just sit and stare and don't hear anything they say anyway."
"So, would I have to have a genius IQ for you to consider me?"
"Scott, Scott, Scott... I'd probably date you in a second."
"Really? But I thought you said I was like a brother."
"Scott, you're great. You're funny, good-looking... I said I didn't think of you as anything more because... well, I didn't want to freak you out. But you're straight, so it's a pointless discussion, right?"
"Yeah. You're right, especially about the good-looking part." He gave me a wink.
I cleared my throat and looked away, "And your cock's a good size, too."
He was struck speechless for a second. "So you HAVE looked! I've been wondering if you did."
"Oh, come off it. We've seen each other naked while changing many times, we've been skinny dipping... hell, we used to masturbate while watching porn together --even if our view was blocked. Are you saying you've never looked at mine?"
"Well, I... guys check out the competition... that was when you used to be competition though." He laughed silently. "But the difference is that you're turned on by it."
Scott and I talked for an hour after that about "normal" things, every once in a while he'd throw in a "Do you like frat boys?" or some similar question that I didn't understand how it related to the discussion or really why he'd need to know. Then he left to go run some errands, but he wouldn't tell me where.
I emailed Dave with my number and told him I enjoyed talking to him and apologized for Scott (something I do quite frequently). I surfed the web a bit, got some more porn from the newsgroups and went to bed.
The first part of school on Friday was uneventful, but I was able to get the photos from the baseball game developed in the newspaper's photolab. Some turned out really nice! The best one had Ben's slightly crooked smile and the dimple that he didn't show much at school.
I saw Ben in the hallway and went over to him, even though he was with a couple of his football friends.
"Hey, Ben!" He looked over with his cold look, not giving signs of recognition or even acknowledging that I said anything. His friends whispered back and forth laughing. "I have the pictures developed if you want to see them."
"I'll see them in the paper." What was his problem? He almost sounded angry. What the hell? He had told me to tell him when I'd developed them!
I knew I wasn't wanted and just smiled nervously, turned and walked away. My heart sank. I had been looking forward to telling him, thinking he'd be as nice and friendly as he was at the game. Ouch. The hallway got a little blurred and I clutched my heart. How could I have been stupid enough to think that Ben would ever be friends with me? He was the star quarterback and I just a lowly feature editor for a newspaper that no one reads. I stood in front of my locker, unable to see the numbers on the combination. I rested my head against the cold metal, closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on breathing. Why was I so affected by this? I didn't love him. I never really thought that anything would ever go beyond friendship. But now, the possibility of friendship had been taken away, too. But really, that's not what hurt the most. I was publicly rejected by someone who claimed to be above all the popularity bullshit. I must be pretty low on the social totem pole for that honor!
"Hey, what's wrong?" A concerned Scott gave me a nudge.
"Oh, nothing. I'm just tired. I'm fine."
"Well that's a load of bullshit if I ever heard one."
"It's Ben."
"Oh, say no more. He's a prick. It's that simple. Tell me what happened on the drive home, alright?" He made eye contact. "You've gotta get to class. Come on, only one class left, then we're home." He spun my combination and popped my locker, grabbed the book I needed and put it in my hands. "Go to class. I'll walk you."
"No, Scott. Really I'm ok. Thanks though. You're gonna be late to your class as it is. Go ahead, really."
He looked me over, "Well, go to the bathroom and..." he looked around then pointed to the tears welling in my eyes. "Did you want a Mentos? It only takes one, and all of your problems get solved." I took one and laughed a little. "I'll see you after school, ok stud?" I laughed some more. "Oh, you like that, eh? You like me to call you stud? Studly... stud man... stud muffin." His voice was cute and he had a big grin on his face. I chuckled and wiped some tears from my eyes. "Yeah, you're fine. You'll make it, no problem. See ya." He walked off, right before turning the corner he spun around and gave me a double thumbs-up with a cheesy grin. I couldn't help but smile more, he waved and disappeared.
I went into the bathroom and splashed my face with water. When I looked up, I saw Ben in the mirror standing a few feet behind me. Oh great, just what I need. Round 2.
He checked under the stalls. "Hey, I'm sorry for ... for how I was back there."
"You mean for who you are."
"You were right about what you said the other day. And as stupid as this sounds, I DO have to maintain an image. It isn't fair, it isn't right. It's highschool."
I stood motionless, not saying a word.
"Can I call you this weekend? I would like to see those pictures." He paused, wanting a response. But I couldn't say anything. "Alright, well, later." He walked out.
I got to class late and didn't hear a word of lecture. I was drowning in a sea of confusion of what to think about what just happened.
On the drive home I told Scott everything that happened. He offered only a few words of his take on the situation. "Like I said, he's a prick. He even knows he's a prick, so that makes it ten times worse." Then, in typical Scott fashion, he avoided the topic from then on.
That evening Scott spent quite a bit of time over at my house, we watched some movies, played some video games and then... Dave called! He wanted to go out for my birthday tomorrow, all of us. Scott reluctantly agreed, deep down I wished that he would've declined but I knew I couldn't leave Scott out of my birthday. Dave said that he'd treat us to some Baskin Robbins.
I started getting nervous thinking about meeting him. He could end up being disappointed. At 3am, Scott finally decided he should go, as he was walking out of my room he turned and looked at me with a sly look. "You're going to masturbate again aren't you?"
"Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah, I am."
"You excited for tomorrow?"
"Yeah. It should be fun, I'm glad you're going."
"Someone has to protect him from you."
"Shut up!" He left and this time I locked my door before getting down to business.
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