The Sophomore Boy

(spoilers, boy kiss boy) From author: I’m not gay, you’re gay.

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It’s pretty fucking long, it’s a part 1 to a story I’m writing. A second part won’t be coming for 1-2 weeks as I’m not that invested in writing.

It’s more of a story than the generic “I saw girl, I fuck girl and cum and make wet and hot” stuff you see around here.

I’d also like to add that I’m really bad at writing, I’ve never done anything like this before but was a bit inspired by a creator on here called AnonymousBiGuy and I wanted to make my own little story. (Hi BiGuy it’s me GD.) again, sorry about the bad writing and making it long.

Also, I copy pasted from Google Doc, if it comes out all jumbled, sorry.
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How it began.

Jeremy and I were strangers, I would notice him and a group of girls walking by from time to time. I didn’t think much other than “lucky bastard”. I was jealous of him when I first saw him. I liked girls a lot. And here this guy was, a twig I could snap, always surrounded by these 4 hot girls. I worked out regularly, and while I wasn’t a macho 6 pack steroid munching monster. I looked pretty alright.

Jeremy along with his friends came by the store from time to time. Never to buy skateboards, just to get drinks. And on rare occasions, a shirt they might like.

I had noticed Jeremy taking peeks at me and laughing with his friends giggling. They were probably making fun of me, but I’m not very confrontational, so I just pretended not to notice or be bothered by it. The last thing you want to do is let some punk high schoolers know you’re bothered by their rude comments. It went on for 2 weeks straight. They come in, huddle the beverages fridge (like the ones in gas stations), glance at me and giggled among themselves. I was getting seriously annoyed by this point. I wanted to kick them out and call them little shitheads, but I also wanted to keep my job. It was easy and paid well enough. When they came up to the register, he was never the one to speak to me or pay. It was always one of the four girls.

3:30 pm the next day. They were back. Jeremy and the same 4 girls. Jeremy was dressed differently today, he was wearing volleyball shorts and a small white shirt. I hadn’t noticed before since I’ve never seen him wear anything other than jeans, but he was shaved smooth and he looked kinda girly-.. I caught myself staring. Hopefully they hadn’t noticed or thought I was being a creep. I acted busy up at the front, moving things around. Making sure things were “lined up” and presentable. The girls started walking up. Jeremy as always was at the back of the group but he looked very red.

“Hello,” I told the tall blonde girl “same as always?”

“Not today” she responded.

“Did you need something else? We don’t have any new clothes in the back, only what’s on dis-”

“No, not that.” She cut me off “You keep staring at our friend Jeremy, why’s that?” She asked.

I didn’t know what to say, I wasn’t sure if she was joking or even confusing me for someone else somehow? I assumed she was joking and I joked how I would with all my guy friends. “I think he’s really hot,” I told her “I couldn’t keep my eyes off him from the day I first saw him”. Completely as a joke. One of the girls nudged forward a blushing 5’4 boy, his hands embarrassingly covering his face, towards the front and he asked,

“Do you want to go out?”

“I’d like that”, I reached out and grabbed his hand “you look really cute today” I gently kissed his hand making eye contact with him and let it go. Admittedly, that last part, that was new. I just had the instinct to do it. The girls squealed in excitement for their friend and quickly fled the store along with Jeremy, leaving behind all their drinks. I collected and returned them. The tall blonde one ran back in, and handed me a piece of paper with the name Jeremy and his phone number. I assumed it was fake, so I tossed it in the bin. That was weird, but they didn’t seem too bothered by how far I pushed the joke, nor did I to how far they took it. Should be fine. I continued my day, and closed the shop at 6 pm.

Next day, on que. They were back. Jeremy and 3 of the girls were waiting outside as the tall blonde one came in.

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

“Sorry?”

“I gave you his number, were you nervous or something?” She asked

“Nervous about what? What do you mean?”

“Nervous about talking to Jeremy” she pointed outside to a worn out looking Jeremy. It looked like he hadn’t slept all night. “Is it the age? He’s turning 18 in 2 months, it’s not a big deal honestly.”

“What the fuck are you even saying right now?” I said in a more serious tone. Genuinely confused about what was happening.

“He likes you, he asked you out yesterday, you said yes and you didn’t call or text him once!”. She yelled.

“Dude, I thought we were all joking, I’m not fuckin gay.”

“But you’re always staring at him, don’t be ashamed, it’s very normal to be gay, you even went as far as to kiss his hand. Who does that if they aren’t interested?!” She yelled again, waving her hands a bit.

“Guys do that, and there’s nothing gay about it. It’s just how guy friends who are close act sometimes.” I explained.

She didn’t know how to respond.
I was equally stumped by the whole situation.

I looked outside and saw Jeremy looking intently at us, wondering what was being discussed.

“Here,” she held out another note “Just tell him it was a misunderstanding”.

“Why don’t you just tell him yourself?”

“I don’t want to be the one to break the bad news to him, it’ll be easier if it comes from you.. Please.” She begged.

I took the note, and pocketed it. She left without buying anything, and her group were on their way. Well shit. Fell into the deep end with this one.

Later that day, at 6pm the store was closed again. I skated home, it was conveniently only 4 blocks away and to the left into a quiet culdesac. I loved this job. Easy, close to home, pay was alright and I was next to all the big stores I needed. Couldn’t ask for much else.

I reached for my keys, they were connected to a thin black lanyard that would often get tangled in my pocket. As I pulled them out, a small piece of white paper fell out. Jeremy’s number. Shit. What am I even supposed to say? I opened the front door and greeted my cats. They were already crying at me and leading me towards their food bowls.

After feeding my cats, I pulled out my phone and punched in Jeremy’s number. I accidentally hit call, and immediately hung up. Shit. I messaged instead;

Me: “jeremy?”

He immediately responded

Jeremy: “hi, hello. it’s me :3”

He’s one of those gays, I thought to myself. The annoying kind.

Me: “sorry about yesterday, it was a big misunderstanding. I don’t like guys. I thought we were all just joking around and I guess I may have taken it too far. Soery if I made you in any way uncomfortable, or given you any false hope. ive always liked women, and that won’t change. My bad.”

Jeremy: “Why do you stare at me then? :3
I caught you staring at me when I was wearing volleyball shorts. Even Alyssa noticed. :3”

Before I could respond to him, and explain my reasoning. He sent me a picture of his thighs in the bathtub. I thoroughly examined them, they looked so perfect. The soap made them look shiny and 10 times better. They looked so soft. Like a girl’s thighs.

Me: “That’s not you. And if it is that’s pretty weird, you’re a minor.”

He sent another image, this time a selfie of himself in what looked like the same bathtub, one hand covering his face.

Jeremy: “You’re barely a year and a half older than me. My birthday is in October. It’s not weird :3”

Me: “Alright, doesn’t change much. I already told you I don’t like guys. And again, I’m sorry about the other day. Goodbye.”

Jeremy: I can dress up for you :3″

Dress up? What the fuck.. before I could tell him to drop it and never speak to me again. He sent what would bring me to the edge. He sent a picture of himself wearing very short volleyball shorts and thigh highs, a thigh strap in-between the two hugging his thighs tightly. The volleyball shorts were so small and tight, they exposed a bit of under cheek. And it drove me wild. He was completely indistinguishable from a girl. The type of girls I would normally do it to. I immediately saved it to my device. I went back and saved the other two as well in case he deleted them.

He sent another, a full body shot of him. He was on his knees this time with his hands flat between his thighs looking up. He was wearing the same thing, but this time I could see his bare chest, his flat tummy, his feminine face and poofy hair. The picture was taken at an angle so it looked like he was actually there on his knees ready to- no. What the fuck. That’s still a guy.

He sent another, this one was him with his legs straight up, revealing more of his cheeks along with the fact that he was wearing black panties. I immediately saved it and went to save the other one as well. His hands were on his cheeks, lightly pulling them apart, staring at the camera. Holy fuck. I undid my pants and started going at it in my bedroom. I wasn’t thinking about him as a guy, I wasn’t thinking at all. All I knew is that I had to satisfy the urge these pictures were giving me. And… I came…. And the post nut clarity hit me like a brick house. I just jerked off to a guy…. What the fuck.

Jeremy: “Do you want me? i want you :3”

My mind now clear, and the guilt consuming me, I knew I couldn’t. I had to put a stop to that gay shit.

Me: “I don’t like guys, even if you do look alright in those photos, I wouldn’t be able to get over that you’re also a guy. I’m flattered that you’re interested, but I’m not. Sorry.”

Jeremy: “Then why did you save my photos? :3”

Fuck. Since when did this fucking app share that you downloaded a picture? Fuuuck.

Jeremy: “I can do that for you. You can make me into your girlfriend, and you can be my strong boyfriend. Pwease? :3”

I wasn’t thinking with the head on my shoulders. As embarrassing as it is to admit, at 19 I was still a virgin. And it wanted what I was looking at. I came 2 minutes ago, but it was ready to go again. But hes still a guy.. but is it gay if I’m not the one receiving? Surely that doesn’t make me the gay one. Right? I was coping. Looking for a way to rationalize me wanting this guy so badly. It wasn’t gay, and that’s that. And even if it is, who would know? I live alone, I don’t talk to many people and my family was hundreds of miles away. It’s not gay, and if it is. It’s not that gay….. right….? right.

Me: “We can hang out, I’m not totally convinced, but I might. But I’m not gay, so it likely won’t work out. Alright?”

Jeremy: “You’re lying to yourself silly boy, I know you want me :3 wanna hang out tomorrow???”

Me: “where?”

Jeremy: “The mall, and you can buy me some new clothes to wear for you :3”

For me huh? Sounds like he was just trying to squeeze some cash out of me. Those pictures probably aren’t even him… is he trying to use me? The other head didn’t care. If there was even a chance, what’s the harm in taking him up on it? It’s not like I was tight on money. And what if he did try on some clothes for me..? On those soft thighs, his flat tummy, his feminine form.. it was poisoning my rational side.

Me: “Do you want to get breakfast first? I’d like to talk with you a bit first. I don’t know who you are.”

Jeremy: “anything for you :3 , let’s meet tomorrow in front of where you work. mmmm, around 9am?

Me: “see you there”

I took another look at the pictures, fuuck.. he wants IT that bad? He wants ME that bad? If I play my cards right, and he isn’t that much of a weirdo, maybe I could finally lose my Vcard… and to someone so hot.. I went at it again..

It was 9pm now, I was lying in bed, obsessed with those photos. I didn’t want to look at them again, I was thinking hard about if I actually wanted to go through with this. If I was willing to stoop so low for sex. And with a guy no less..

I was.

7:14 am, I was immediately awake. I was aware of what I needed to do. I got up and headed straight for the shower, I spent a good 20 minutes making sure I was completely clean from head to toe. I spent twice as long brushing my teeth, flossing, I even put thought into what I was gonna wear for once.

8:02 am

Me: “we still on for today?”

I checked myself out in the mirror, making sure I looked my best. Yeah. I’d say I looked alright. Now all I have to do is wait. So I put in some YouTube video to cool my nerves. I don’t remember the name of the channel, but it was some guy in a green hoodie talking about the “Iceberg Iceberg”. It was interesting enough.

8:06 am

Jeremy: “9:00 am :3”

This could actually work out.. he must be serious about this. I paused the video and took another look at the photos. Fuuck. My mind was decided, it doesn’t matter if that’s a guy. I wanted him so badly. And so did he. I played the YouTube video again. Waiting patiently for 9:00 am to come around.

8:45 am

I figured now would be a good enough time to start heading over. I wanted to get there before he did, in my mind I saw it as a chivalrous thing. And if this did turn into something, he would be the girly one right? But with a dick.. that was a bit of a weird sight. I wasn’t totally convinced I could go through with this. Would he ask me to touch it? Or even worse.. What if he wants to switch places..? I might be desperate, but there was no way I’d stoop that low. Absolutely no way.

9:02 am

He was nowhere in sight. I figured he was just running late. Maybe he was dressing up for me? Maybe even make up? But I’ve never seen him wear it before, so who knows. I bought a coke and sat down on a bench near the shop, my back turned to where I had just come from.

9:07 am

I was being played a fool wasn’t I? Was this all a big joke set up by all of them? Maybe they were watching me and laughing. Maybe even taking pictures to spread around and let everyone know how much of a freak I was.

9:12 am

My ass was getting sore. I was quietly watching the same video from earlier. Not looking up, sipping my soda, or even waiting for Jeremy anymore. I assumed it was all a joke. So I just sat there focused on the video.

9:19 am

Soft hands covered my eyes. Someone rested their head on mine and pressed their waist against my back. I caught the scent of a nice sleeping perfume. It couldn’t have been him, or I would’ve felt it..

“Good Morning” he said.

It was Jeremy.. He uncovered my eyes and hugged me from behind, before I could reply back, he brought his head down to my level and planted a kiss on my cheek. His lips were full and soft, emphasizing how little masculinity he possessed. I imagined what they would feel like wrapped around my-

“What do you want to eat?” Asked Jeremy.

“You’re li-” *clears throat* “you pick. I don’t mind anything” I could feel my face getting red, hopefully I said that quiet enough.

“I asked you first.”

“I honestly don’t know, I normally don’t eat out. We could walk around the mall a bit and see what looks good?”

Jeremy’s face was getting red, was it something I said..? Oh.. gross.

“I don’t like eating out either” he snickered, trying to contain his laughter, “Sure, let’s see what’s good.”

He finally let go, and stopped hugging me from behind. He directed me to the mall and reached for my hand and held it. I was a bit weirded out by it and let go.

“What’s wrong?” He asked with a serious look. “Are you scared of being seen with me?”

Being honest in these things matters, so I told him how I really felt. And so did he.

“Yeah…, I still don’t know if this is something I can go through with. I admit you are really attractive, but you’re a guy an-”

“I don’t want to waste my time, if you want me, you can’t be scared of being seen with me.” He was deadly serious.

Was I serious about this..? I stood there and thought about it for a minute. All the while, Jeremy was staring at me waiting for an answer. I must have taken too long because he turned and started walking away- not one step later, I reached for his hand, but accidentally got a hold of his wrist. I apologized and interlocked my fingers with his. I was nervous, embarrassed, my hands were probably all sweaty grossing him out. But he had a big smile on his face, a big cute smile with soft inviting lips.. I was a bit disappointed he wasn’t dressed up more feminine, I guess it would be a whole other level doing that kind of thing in public. He was wearing loose jeans, a thin white shirt and had painted his nails a light pink color. Their feminine beauty was powerful. The other head was taking over, it didn’t matter what other people thought, he was so hot it was worth it.

“Let’s go.” I told him as I pulled him along. I only caught a glimpse, but I could tell his face was bright red.

We got a lot of stares as we walked around the mall, mostly from old people. People one bad fall away from having a life threatening accident. I tried to ignore them as I talked with Jeremy. It doesn’t matter what some old douchebag on deaths door thinks. Jeremy was telling me about all the nice shops in the mall, and where he likes to get all the clothes he had shown in those photos. I tried to keep up the conversation as best I could, and I think I managed alright.

We made it to the food court, and as I thought, everything looked awful. There was a subway, wetzels pretzels, a kebab place, panda express, “authentic sushi shop”, oily pizza, starbucks. All your basic shit fast food brands. I didn’t feel like having anything here, definitely not for breakfast. Jeremy pointed to a spot, and from my perspective I thought he chose panda express. Possibly the worst choice we had. As much as I didn’t want to consume that garbage, I didn’t contest him. I’ll just have the smallest bowl of rice and chicken they had.

What he was really pointing at was a place called “Dave’s Hot Chicken”, a chicken sandwich place. It didn’t sound all that good, going off the name, but it’s not a place I ever heard of or seen anywhere, so maybe, just maybe it might be edible. He told me that it was a new place that had really good food, much better than all those fast food places with overhyped chicken patty sandwiches. They used real meat, you could make it spicy and it was genuinely good. He also told me he wasn’t very fond of fast-food. That it always left him feeling ‘dirty’ and unhealthy afterwards and I could absolutely relate to that.

He asked me to order for him. I thought it was a bit weird, but I agreed. I ordered myself a plain spicy chicken sandwich w/ a small Pepsi, and Jerm the same but the less spicy version. The guy tried not to make it awkward as I ordered. Jerm was still holding my hand, but was now behind me. Embarrassed maybe? Maybe he knows this guy? I paid the guy, got my receipt and Jerm led me to a corner table. I didn’t even mind it was next to the trash bins, I was grateful for the extra bit of privacy.

Jerm and I sat on the same side, he was too embarrassed letting others watch him eat. He wrapped my arm around him as he leaned in.

“This is so romantic, our first date at Dave’s Hot Chicken.” He joked.

I laughed along with him and brought him in a bit closer by accident, but he didn’t seem to mind. We talked a bit more and I learned about his family. When his mom died, his father became verbally/mentally abusive. Drank a lot, yelled a lot, even hit him sometimes. When his dad found out he was gay, he got the worst beating of them all. I had no idea what to say, this was so much information being dropped on me. I just held onto him and said things like “that must’ve been hard, I’m so sorry”, “you’re so strong, you made it out.” and “I’m glad you’re still here.” Things like that. But life was much better now, his grandma on mom’s side fought for him and won custody. She treated him with so much respect and love, he was able to be himself again.

Our food arrived, and yeah, pretty fucking good. I bit into the sandwich and the chicken was actually chicken. Refreshing. It was kinda big for breakfast, and I didn’t want to eat in silence, so I brought out my phone and played the same video from earlier.

Jerm Gasped. “You watch Kwite too?!”

“Kwite? Oh that’s what his channels called.”

“Yeah” he replied.

“No, I just saw this today and it sounded interesting.”

“I watch his stuff, he’s uh, interesting.”

“Oh”

We ate in silence for the remainder of the video. Jerm occasionally broke the silence and laughed at some of the jokes. Which I didn’t find all that funny except for a few. They were mostly gay jokes.

We finished our meals. Jerm asked me if I liked it, and yeah it was pretty good. I told him I was scared he had chosen Panda Express for a second. He laughed and told me how much he hated it and even said “I’m not that trashy”. Our hands were a tiny bit oily, so we went to the bathrooms to clean them.

Now that we had our breakfast, it was time to wander the store and buy stuff for Jerm. I still felt really weird about it, buying him stuff on our first date. This is usually a thing couples do a few months in. I hoped he wasn’t using me. Despite my fears, we were actually getting along quite well. His sense of humor was nothing like I had expected. Every old person that gave us a weird look, he came up with some clever insult, or reason why they were so upset and hateful. I found it pretty funny at least.

Our first store, “Queen Clothes” spelled in bright red cursive. It was super embarrassing. I had absolutely no business being in that store, with another 5’4 guy all happy and excited about the special discounted items. The 3 employees kept glancing over at us, probably imagining what I still couldn’t come to terms with just yet. Doing it… Jerm had picked out a pair of Jeans, a few crop tops, 2 skirts, some legging and a pair of shorts. When he was satisfied with his choices, he asked one of the employees at the changing room area if he could try some of them them on. She gave me a weird look. I was sure she would say no, or say something worse.

“The girls aren’t with you today Jeremy?” She asked. She sounded a bit concerned, even worried for him. Questioning my reasonings for being with him almost.

“No, just me today.” he said. “And my date.” As he spun around and reached for my hand.

It was so embarrassing, I half wanted to run away, quit my job and move to another state. I knew it was a date, but hearing him say it out loud to someone I didn’t even know was genuinely the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever experienced.

“Of course, just these items?” She asked.

“Mhmmm!.”

She told him he could change at room 1, I handed Jerm his items as he left to the changing room. Once he made it to the door, he turned back and asked why I wasn’t going in with him.

“You have to tell me if these look nice, c’mon.” He yelled.

I turned back to look at the lady, and she tilted her head in the direction of Jerm. I half wanted her to say no, I would be in a room with him, while he changed. Just the two of us. I cautiously walked up, thinking the lady might change her mind. I made it to the door, stepped in and closed it behind me.

“Make sure you lock it.” he said.

I locked the door, and now it was just us two. I was scared but excited. I took a seat on the bench as I watched. With his back turned to me, he took off his jeans. I starred intently as he was bent over in front of me. There wasn’t much space in this changing room. He wasn’t wearing panties unfortunately, but something almost as exciting, Calvin Klein “boyshorts”. They fit tight on him, showing off his natural curves. The other head started taking over, I wanted so badly to just yank them down and do it right there. I-

“Like whatchu see?” Jerm asked, laughing. Bringing me back to reality.

“Umm” I didn’t know what to say, I just sat there with my mouth open looking dumb. He laughed quietly to himself. He tried on one of the skirts, and asked again. Now turning to face me, looking down on me as I sat.

“Is this what you like?”

“I do, it ~clears throat~ it looks really good on you.”

He smiled at me. “Good answer.”

He straddled me, wrapped his arms around my neck and looked down at me for my reaction. I think he got his answer, he could probably feel it.. I slipped my hands into his shirt and grabbed his waist from either side and looked up at him. I wasn’t thinking anymore, I wanted him. Needed him. I went in for a kiss, but he dodged it by moving his face up. It landed on his chin.

“Not so fast”. He said, as he placed a finger on my lips. “I want to know you’re serious about me, I don’t want to waste my time. Tell me you want me.”

“I want you.” I said with confidence.

I pulled him in closer, my arms now around his skinny waist. He giggled to himself, and brought his face down to meet mine and placed his hands on my jawline/cheek and pulled me in. Our lips made contact. My first thought was “Chicken Sandwich”, then the texture of his soft lips. They felt no different than all those girls I had kissed. Followed by remembering he was a guy. But at the time, it didn’t matter. We kissed normally, maybe 3-4 times, then he pried open my mouth with his tongue, not that I put up much of a fight. And now we were just going back and forth, up down up down left right left right. All the different combinations.. He was getting really into it, so much so that he started moving his hips back and forth gently. Moaning softly. The heat coming off of his body was euphoric. I could be stuck in that moment for a lifetime and never get tired of it.

“We shouldn’t stay here too long. They might suspect something.” He said softly.

I responded by standing up, his legs wrapped around my waist and pushed his body against a wall. Our tongues fought for another few seconds.

“You’re right.” I kissed him once more and gently placed him down.

He was bright red, with a face of pure satisfaction. I probably did too. He reached down for his jeans and I was a bit bummed out. But then I had an amazing idea.

“Wait”. I requested. “I’m sorry if it’s weird to ask, but can I…. Take a uh.. picture of you?”

“Of course you can.” He dropped his jeans and struck some dumb poses. Finally, he asked “How?”

I instructed him to do the same pose as the fourth image. On his knees looking up at the camera/me.

“Noooo, that’s so embarrassing, whyyy?” He cried.

I put both of my hands together in a begging manner. “Pleease.”

“Just one alright? So you better take a good one, cause that’s all you’re getting.”

“Deal.” I pressed the record button for good measure. There was good lighting in that changing room, so it shouldn’t be a problem.

Jerm slowly got down on his knees, and then sat on his legs.

“Give me a second, it’s focusing.” I lied. I stepped closer to him so that my crotch was only a few inches away. I placed my hand on his cheek and massaged it a little with my thumb. It made its way to his mouth and peeled back his bottom lip a bit. I was getting amazing footage. I didn’t plan for anything beyond that, but he took initiative and stuck out his tongue a bit. I touched it with my thumb and he brought it into his mouth and sucked it gently. I was hard, so hard it hurt. I wanted to pull down my pants there and risk it all. But he was right. We were in here for 10-15 minutes already. It would probably end with the security arresting us or something.

“Alright, we should go.” I said.

I held my hand out and pulled him up. I wrapped my arm around his waist one more time, the other hand on his jawline/cheek and gave him a deep kiss. The last one for the road. He giggled again and pulled down the skirt, and reached for his jeans. I wanted to get a feel of his cheeks, they were staring at me and looked very inviting. But I missed my opportunity….

He was dressed and we finally headed out. There were more customers in the store now, surprisingly, none had come to the changing rooms and disturbed us. Jerm hadn’t tried on all the clothes, but he still wanted them. He handed them all to me as he hid behind me a bit again. The total came out to $221.94, much lower than I expected. I thanked the lady and led Jerm out the store. A bag in one hand, his hand in the other. He looked very happy, and so was I. That was so much fun. I didn’t even mind the looks I got anymore.

We chatted a while more as we walked around the stores. But he didn’t seem all that interested in shopping anymore. He was happy just being there with me. As if we had been dating a while already.

After maybe 30 minutes, he got a call from his Grandma. Asking about his whereabouts. He assured her he was just at the mall shopping with friends and that she didn’t have to worry about anything. They hung up a few seconds later, as she seemed satisfied with the answer.

“I should probably go home already, I get the feeling she’s worried.”

I checked my watch. 10:49 am. Barely an hour and a half had passed. I wasn’t all that upset. I got a taste of what I could be expecting going forward, and cemented that I was ok with being with him. We also got along quite well. It was a successful first date.

“Do you live far?”

He stopped walking and gave me a devilish/silly grin “Why do you want to know where I live? Hmmm?”

“Not like that, I just thought it’d be courteous to walk home with you. Make sure you’re safe and all.”

“Not far actually, should we go now?”

“Yeah, sure. Unless you want to stop and get something to eat or drink?”

“No, I’m ok. Let’s just go back to my place.” He said as he lightly squeezed my hand.

My hands weren’t sweating anymore. Noone was looking at us, we were just a normal couple in a mall full of other normal couples. I wasn’t embarrassed dragging along this gay 5’4 feminine boy.

“What are you thinking about?” Asked Jerm.

“Huh?”

“You were thinking about something, you had that thinking face you do.”

“Oh”, I replied. “Well. I was just thinking. I’m ok with everything. This feels good. It feels natural being here with you, and I really enjoyed my time today.”

His pale complexion started turning a peachy color. He must’ve really, really liked that. “Oh yeah? Kiss me th-”

And I did, before he even finished. In front of several people. His peachy complexion turned more red, but I didn’t change at all. I, in just a few days went from not even thinking about guys romantically, or sexually, and now here I was. Completely unbothered and ok with liking guys. Maybe I was just desperate or maybe I was like this from birth. I don’t know. Nor did it matter. I was happy with my decision. Happy with him.

On our way to his house, he asked to let go of my hand. I obliged and asked why.

“My Grandma doesn’t know yet. I- I’m not ready to tell her. Y’know how older people are, she was raised differently and”

“I understand, no worries”

“My neighbors are also super homophobic.”

“That sucks.. did they say something to you?” I asked.

He laughed to himself. “No no, I can just tell. He has an American Flag on a pole out front, a MAGA flag underneath it, he has the ego truck with a big lift and huge wheels, he goes to church every weekend and his wife looks unhappy 24/7”.

“Checks out.” We both laughed.

We arrived at his house. It was a 2 story home with dozens of large flowers, plants and trees everywhere. Definitely the outcome of an old lady living there. I said my goodbyes to Jerm and went in for a kiss. I forgot I wasn’t supposed to half way and turned it into a bro hug thing. Saved. And good thing too, that homophobic neighbor was sitting alone in his garage watching sports and drinking. We were 100% in his peripheral. And I have to admit, that guy was absolutely homophobic. Everything Jerm said was true, he even looked the part.

Jerm only lived a few blocks from the plaza as well. If everything goes well, this could be very interesting. If I wanted to, I could even be at his house within 6-7 minutes riding my cruiser (skateboard).

Once I got home, I reflected on all that happened. We were so close in age that it might not have mattered that much. But I can’t deny the fact that he was in the 10th grade. He started school late, and was only 2 months away from 18, but it still felt really weird. I had been out of school for a year, and he still had 2 years to go. But we were also only 1 year and a half ish months different in age. His friend Alyssa said it wasn’t weird, he says it isn’t weird.. so maybe it’s ok.. yeah. It’s fine. And it’s not like I’m forcing anything into him, if anything, he was the one being super Forward about everything. He sent me the softcore pics, got on top of me and kissed me first. It’s ok.

After that intense morning, I had to bust a nut. I was probably full mast since we entered that dressing room. I pulled out my phone to review the video. I GOT EVERYTHING. Him on his knees staring up at me, perfect lighting, the part where he sucked on my thumb. Fuuuck. That was going to be my most replayed video for the next few months. Assuming I don’t get some better with him.. would he let me record more stuff..? I’ll get there when I get there, right now I have to relieve myself.

End Part 1-

Sorry for no sex after 6k words. With each part, it’ll get more and more hot. I promise. Ty if you read.

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