Scott looked over his shoulder at Crew. It was a short glance, but still enough to satisfy him.
Scott was a high school senior, a very hot one at that. Short, messy, blond hair, very well formed body, thick strong legs, with the warmest smile to top it all off. At 5'11", 160 pounds, he was the strongest chick magnet around. But the attention he got from the girls and their "favors" wasn't what he wanted. All Scott wanted was a boyfriend to hang with, fool around, go out with. He let the girls play with him still; he wasn't the type of guy to give up a blow job just because he didn't like who was giving it to him. But there was that certain something that only another guy could give him.
Scott had known he was gay for quite awhile, but no one knew, and he was fine with that. In fact, he was the person most people would finger as the guy least likely to be gay, thanks to his promiscuity. The bell rang at 2:30, and school was over. Scott waited for Crew to walk out in front of him. He stared at Crew's neck and longed to place his lips on it.
If there was ever a perfect human male, it was Crew. A jock to the core, his absolutely stunning features had nearly the same effect as Medusa's. If anyone looked at him, they froze to the spot, unable to break their gaze. He was just mesmerizing. And Scott loved him, a hell of a lot. Sure it was unrequited, but to Scott, it was far better than nothing. Just a simple "hello" or "see ya" from Crew sent his heart racing, his brain looking too deep into it.
Scott knew Crew, and Crew knew Scott, though neither very well the other. But of course Scott wanted more. He wanted to know if there was anything possible between him and Crew.
That night, Scott got thinking about his life, how little he had done so far, and what he wanted to do, what he could do to make it better, more exciting. He knew that for him to be happy, he had to find out if Crew was gay, or at least bi. But what to do...
After some thinking, Scott decided that he would test Crew, put him in situations and see how he responded.. It might just work.
Scott walked to school early the next day, hoping to catch Crew on his way in. He looked around the front steps of the high school, failed to see Crew, and walked into the building, heading towards Crew's locker. Crew was there, putting some shit in it when Scott approached his back. Scott couldn't help but glance down at Crew's ass, before he put his hand on Crew's shoulder. "Heya, Crew. What's up?"
"Nothing, as usual." He turned around to face Scott, who still had his hand on Crew's back. They were now in a weird semi-embrace. Scott looked into Crew's eyes to see if he could figure out what Crew was thinking. But as soon as his eye's met Crew's, he just stopped. All he could do was look at Crew, soaking up whatever he could. Crew didn't object, but Scott didn't notice.
Crew blinked. Scott was shaken back to reality. "Crap" was the only word that he could think of. His arm immediately fell from Crew, he shuffled backwards, staring at the ground, afraid to look back up.
"I..." he started, but Crew interrupted him.
"What's wrong?"
"I...uh...." He didn't know what to say. He didn't have any clue what Crew was thinking. He looked up at Crew, who slowly shook his head.
"Whatever," Crew said. Scott walked away incredibly embarrassed, losing all the nerve he had to continue testing Crew.
The day continued passing, and Scott made no attempt to figure out the truth about Crew. That is, until health class. Today they were just going to watch a movie, and it just happened to be "Philadelphia", a movie about AIDS and homosexuality. It was too good to be true for Scott, it was the perfect test, and he couldn't have planned one better. He sat diagonally behind Crew, so he could watch Crew's every move during the movie.
The movie started and went on for awhile, but every time being gay was mentioned in the movie, Crew touched his nose. Now Scott wasn't stupid. He knew that when people felt stress or tension or anxiousness, they sometimes inadvertently touched their nose. Unconsciously, Crew was leaking his true sexuality to the entire classroom. Scoot could barely contain himself, he was so happy. He grinned wide, but nobody cared to look over at him. The bell rang for the end of the period, and every got up and left for home, since it was the last period of the day. Scott waited until Crew left and then followed him closer.
From where he was, Scott could smell Crew's cologne, see the links in Crew's necklace chain shifting over his muscular neck. For the second time that day, Scott put his hand on Crew's shoulder. Crew shrugged it off. He kept walking forward, slightly ahead of Scott, and said, without turning his head, "Not here."
Which meant that he wanted to somewhere, Scott thought to himself. He started thinking of all the things he wanted to do to Crew, and he started to go hard.
They were at Crew's locker now, and only a few people were still in the hallway, grabbing a few things before catching their bus. Scott edged closer to Crew, partly to hide his hard on, and partly just because he wanted to be closer to crew.
Crew looked down at Scott's pants, glanced around, saw that the stragglers had all gone, and made the comment, "Can't wait? It'll be soon enough." He grabbed the bulge in Scott's pants, and held it tight. Scott felt the warmth from Crew's strong had, and was turned on even more. Scott wanted to get it on right then and there, and Crew did too. He released his grip from Scott's tool, and placed both his hands on Scott's arms, just above his elbows. Scott, in turn, put his hands on Crew's waist, and stared deep into Crew's eyes, and knew that he was the happiest guy on Earth. They both leaned in, tilting their heads ever so slightly, and locked lips. They felt each other's glorious wet warmth, basking in the love they both shared. After a few minutes, Crew pulled out, and immediately Scott longed for Crew to be in his mouth again, and told Crew so.
"You'll be getting better parts of me in your mouth soon," Crew replied in his usual serious tone, although Scott could detect a glint of glee.
When they left the building, they had to force themselves not to hold hands. It felt unnatural being apart, even though both knew they would be very close very soon. They walked for a short time before they got to Crew's car. They got in, and Scott unzipped his fly.
"Whoa boy, slow down there. I've got somewhere way better to get it on..." He paused. "Well, if it'll make you more comfortable, you can let your cock out, I mean, it must be tight in those pants of yours. It can't be doing it any good." Scott immediately took Crew up on his offer, and stuck his fingers in his already open fly, and pulled his member out. It stood straight up, as hard as it could get. It was a good eight inches of young meat, cut, and beautiful. Crew looked down at it, and gave a small chuckle. "God, we are going to have so much fun."
He started the engine, and pulled out of the parking space, and drove through the picturesque suburbs they both lived in. Crew slowed down as he turned into a short driveway next to a smaller house. It was a single level house, white siding, blue shutters, nothing remarkable about it at all. "Better put that tool away," Crew said as he motioned towards Scott's dick. Scott tucked it in after some effort, seeing as it was so full of blood. They got out, and Crew unlocked the front door.
As h stepped in, Scott looked around. It was a very neat house, full of knickknacks and baubles. "Want anything to eat," Crew asked Scott.
"Naw, I'm ok."
"Ok." He opened the fridge and grabbed a Dr. Pepper for himself. He opened it gulped it down, craning his neck to get the last few drops when he finished. Scott watched his incredible neck, as it pulsated from Crew's swallowing. He had a few bristles by now but-
"Are you ready?" It was Crew.
"You drank that fast." Scott said.
"My mouth can take a lot," Crew answered, with an evil grin.
"Dirty!" Scott laughed.
Crew led Scott down a narrow hallway, and opened a door at the other end. The room inside was furnished nicely, with a large, soft bed, and a decent TV on a cabinet on the wall opposite the bed.
"My Mom's room. The bed is new and really soft. It cost a hell of a lot of money."
"No kidding."
Crew threw himself backwards onto the bed, and bounced up and down a few times before Scott jumped on top of him, giggling like the were both very, very drunk. Scott held Crew's head in his hands and looked into his eyes for a second time that day. But now he had the time to just soak up Crew. Just because he had the time didn't mean he used it though. It was only a few seconds before he plunged his mouth onto Crew's, trying to get as much of his tongue into Crew as possible. Crew pulled out and sat up. Scott was on his lap now, and wrapped his legs around Crew's torso.
"Hey boy, go easy with that tongue of yours. I can see that you're a rookie. Try to be more passionate about it. Like this."
He leaned in and planted his lips on Scott's.. His fleshy muscle went in and stroked the top of Scott's mouth, tickling it. He withdrew slowly, sucking on Scott's lip as he came out.
"God, you're good," Scott admired. This time he put his hands behind Crew's head, brought him closer, and kissed him long and hard. As they felt each other's heat and moisture, they started to get hard. Crew slid his hand under Scott's hemline, and started rubbing the slowly growing organ. Now, really getting into it, Scott took his hands from Crew's head, and peeled Crew's tight tee off. He paused for a moment to take in Crew's incredible masculinity, from his hairy, alpine-fresh pits, to his happy trails running up his hard stomach. Then he pulled off his own shirt, and it was only when he pulled it off that he felt something truly amazing. His chest against Crew's, he could feel the heat coming from Crew, the softness of his skin. Everywhere he touched Crew, he had the most amazing sensation, a strong connection with Crew. Scott knew that he actually loved Crew, and that it wasn't just love. The energy between the two was intense.
Crew pushed Scott off the bed. He followed. Once up, he unbuckled Scott's pants, and pulled them down, along with his boxer-briefs. As soon as they were down, Crew pulled down his own, flinging them across the room with his foot. Scott pushed Crew back onto the bed, and laid himself on top of Crew, resuming their kissing, this time completely naked.
Crew could feel Scott's still growing member sandwiched between their bodies. His own tool was also growing ever longer. He could feel Scott's pubes rubbing against his own, their ball sacs resting on each other. They were both getting sweaty and it felt great.
"Fuck me Scott, hard," Crew murmured to Scott, breaking their lip link.
"Yes sir" was Scott's reply, with a salute and a smile. He got off of Crew to let him get into position. Crew spread his legs and then brought them as close to his head as he could. Scott gripped his now fully hard 8 incher and placed the tip on Crew's hairy asshole.
"Hey, wait," Crew interrupted the moment. "There's some lube in my pant pocket. Can't forget that. That wouldn't be fun."
"Yeah, I know," Scott replied as he grabbed the tube from Crew's pants. As he walked back, he squeezed out some and worked it all over his dick. He put some on his finger to wipe around Crew's hole but paused just before hand. He knelt down in front of Crew, who was on the bed, and stuck his tongue out onto Crew's asshole.
"God, that's good. Didn't expect that from a first timer." He added "Hey don't stop" when Scott paused a second to look up at him.
"I ain't no first timer."
"Oh, well get on with it anyway."
And he did. Scott licked all around Crew's asshole before thrusting it in. Crew gave a small moan.
"This definitely isn't your first time," Crew said and knew deep inside.
Scott pulled out his tongue, stood up, and lined up his tool. He pushed the head just a small bit, hesitating.
"Give me all you got!" Crew commanded.
Scott thrust himself into Crew's gut so fast it amazed even him. Crew gave a very loud half yell, half moan.
"Scott, you are fucking amazing, you know that?" he asked. He put his legs down again from their former position near his head.
"Lie down on me Scott."
Scott did, a few inches sliding out so he could fully be on Crew. They started kissing again, and Scott could feel Crew's heart pounding. Scott knew what he wanted to do next, and so he did it.
He pulled out a little more and then thrust himself back into Crew. Out and in again.
"Crew was having a great time too. "Just like straight sex, ya know?"
Scott nodded in agreement, still pounding Crew. As the seconds flew by, he went faster and faster, wanting as much pleasure as he could get. And then he knew it was coming. His final thrust was the deepest, all eight inches of glorious meat inside Crew. They weren't on top of each other anymore, but Scott didn't care. He was in the middle of his greatest orgasm ever.
His juices flowed and his cock burst inside Crew. Wave after intense wave hit him, and he cummed and cummed until he was sure he was empty.
They sat there in silence for awhile, just deriving pleasure from being near one another. Time passed, and eventually Scott pulled out of Crew, with cum dripping out his asshole. He stood up, and so did Crew.
"My turn," said to Scott. "Just blow me this time, but next time I get to fuck your ass, ok?"
"Yeah, I got it."
Scott kneeled in front of Crew, and put his head to the stud's cock. But as soon as his tongue slithered out to meet it, they both heard the front door open, and Crew's calling for him, saying how she was home early...