This just a story I came up with one day. I didn't use any names because all the characters are based on people I know and I didn't feel like coming up with aliases. Please read and review, but realize all homophobic reviews will result in immediate expulsion from this universe into a room with a moose.
It's 3:00 am and I'm wide awake. I had been asleep, but the guy next to me rolled over and woke me up. I'm not used to sharing my bed with someone else. I guess he's my boyfriend now. I used to hate him and we used to just be…I guess sex buddies would be the right term. I never thought it would happen in a billion years, but I love him.
My mind returns to the day our relationship began.
I had stayed after school for a science club meeting. I used the restroom before I left the school and as I was exiting the restroom, he was entering it, presumably coming from a basketball practice. I remember feeling disgust. He was the most arrogant jock in the whole school and a "farm boy" to boot, so I had a double dose of hatred for him. That hadn't stopped me from checking out his ass, which was quite nice in his tight redneck jeans, but as a person I couldn't stand him. I still could not for the life of me understand why my cousin considered this guy one of his best friends.
I passed by him without a word but then I heard a "hey." I turned around to see what he wanted and before I realized what was going on, he was kissing me. I was surprised at first, but soon I began to reciprocate. Within seconds we were having a full on make out session. I pulled away, somewhat reluctantly, knowing there was the risk of getting caught
"Wow," I said, "I had no idea you were…"
"Gay?" he supplied, "that's the idea. I had a pretty good idea that you were though."
"Actually, I'm bi," I told him, "but hey whatever."
"Have you ever been with a guy?" he asked.
"No, have you?" I responded.
"Nope," he said with that annoying goofy grin of his, "but I just couldn't help myself around you."
I studied his muscular frame and compared it to my flabbier one. Had we not just made out there was no way I would have believed him.
"Do your parents know?" I inquired.
He laughed (an annoying laugh I might add).
"They would probably kick me out of the house if I told them," he replied, "what about yours?"
"They know, but they aren't entirely comfortable with it yet," I answered, "so…what are you looking for?"
"I'm not real sure," he replied.
"Well," I said, "I'm going to be bluntly honest. I'm not fond of your arrogant jock redneck attitude, so until that changes any relationship we would have would be almost strictly sexual. Agreed?"
"Okay," he answered.
"But," I said, "this would be a monogamous sexual relationship. I won't have you out screwing some other guy and giving me some STD. I know condoms aren't 100 percent effective. 'Kay?"
He laughed a little and said, "Okay."
"Okay, I need to get home now," I told him, "we'll have to talk to my cousin. We'll need some help keeping this on the down low."
I laughed, "He's going to be pissed."
He laughed too.
I leaned forward and kissed him.
"Bye stud," I whispered.
"Later," he replied.
I still can't sleep. I cuddle up next to him and lay my head on his chest. This is a little awkward as I'm taller than him, but I really like to put my head on his chest. I begin to rub his wonderful abs with my hand. He's only wearing his boxers, which is nice because it gives me access to his muscley parts, but sometimes I wish he would sleep naked so I could see everything when I can't sleep.
I start to think about when we told my cousin.
He was not happy at all. Learning that your cousin is bisexual and your best friend is gay and they want you to help them sneak around to have sex just has that effect on some people. But after some bribery (I had to agree to do all his major school projects for the rest of the school year) and veiled threats, he agreed to help us.
So we began sneaking around, telling our parents we were with my cousin.
The first time we told them we were going to the movies with my cousin and his girlfriend. We paid for the two of them to see a movie and we went in his truck to a nice secluded place to "play."
The making out was hot, but we quickly progressed beyond that. I reached into his shirt and felt his abs and pecs. That made me hard immediately. He took off his shirt and I made him flex his biceps. I felt those too and I thought I would burst of my jeans. We began kissing again and I allowed my hands to wander across his hard body. Finally, I ran my hand down to his crotch and began massaging it.
Feeling his erection growing, I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and pulled them and his underwear down. His cock was big, but not so big as to be scary. I began to stroke that hard cock, causing him to moan. I loved the feeling of that rock hard meat in my hand. As much as I enjoyed this, my own erection needed tending, so I decided to finish him up. I began concentrating on the head.
"Oh fuck! Yeah, yeah!" he began to scream over and over.
He finally came and I caught it with my hand. I cleaned up my hand with a napkin.
"My turn," I said taking off my pants.
I expected him to give me a handjob, so I was pleasantly surprised when he put his mouth on my cock. I became lost in sheer ecstasy as he sucked me hard. I realized the whole time I was moaning and shouting stuff, but all I remember was that feeling of white hot pleasure.
When I finally came, it was better than anything I had ever felt.
"Wow," was all I could say.
He swallowed (which shocked me a little) and we put our pants back on.
Fighting the post-orgasmic haze, I checked my iPhone to see what time it was.
"As much as I'd like to cuddle," I said, half jokingly, "the movie's probably almost over, so we'd better go back to the theater."
We have several rendezvous like these in which we explored things such as sixty-nining and frot (a personal favorite).
Even through all this I still couldn't stand him. We never spoke at school, which was not unusual. He still acted like the arrogant jock he always had. Sometimes I couldn't believe I was actually having sexual encounters with him. Of course I just had to look at his ass to remember why.
I soon decided it was time to take things to the next level.
I went to the store one day to get some school stuff and among my other purchases I bought some condoms and lube. Then something else caught my eye and I hatched a devious plan.
I waited for a day on the weekend when both of my parents weren't home. I used my cousin as a liaison to tell him to come over. When he arrived I had him move his truck to a less conspicuous place. I led him into the bathroom and shut the door. I turned on the water and when it felt like it was the right temperature, I turned my attention back to him.
I walked over to him and kissed him.
"Strip," I whispered seductively.
He did as I asked, slowly. That was an immense turn on. I removed my clothes and I told him to go ahead and get in and not to look at what I was doing. I retrieved my purchases from under the sink: the condoms, the lube, and an unassuming bar of soap. I hid them behind my back. I stepped into the shower.
"You ready?" I asked, pulling the condoms and lube.
"Yup," he said, "I think it's about time for that."
"Good," I replied, "'cause watching that water run over your body is giving me a massive hard on."
"Now here's my other surprise," I said revealing the bar of soap.
He gave me a confused look, then realization dawned on him.
I smirked, "Yeah, I know it's cliché, but I couldn't resist."
He took the soap from me, turned around, and began lathering himself. I prepared myself and gave him a small nudge. He promptly dropped the soap and bent over to pick it up. He wiggled his ass a little.
I spread his ass cheeks, looked at his tight hole, and slide into him slowly, giving him time to adjust. I began thrusting slowly at first, but he soon began to beg for more to go harder and faster. I have to admit I loved the feeling power I got from fucking him in the ass.
He was so tight and it felt so good. I thrusted faster and faster until I came with the greatest orgasm I had ever had.
"All right," I said breathlessly, "I guess it's your turn."
"Nah," he said, "just blow me and I'll be fine."
I got on my knees and put his hard cock in my mouth. I began sucking hard until he too came. We enjoyed the feeling of the warm water for awhile, then we dried off and got dressed. Despite the 'just sex' agreement, we hung out for a while and I actually had a pretty good time. It seems that when it was just him, he was actually quite pleasant. Apparently he was only an arrogant jock around the other arrogant jocks.
I sigh and reach the conclusion I'm not getting to sleep any time soon. I just lie there for a while, listening to him breathing. It soothes me and brings back more memories.
Out sex only relationship soon began to evolve into something more. We began to spend more time just spending time with each other than having sex and I was actually enjoying it. I began seeing a side of him I had never imagined. He was really quite sweet. Soon enough a new feeling was blossoming in me: love.
At first I tried to tell myself I didn't love him, couldn't love him. However, I eventually got to the point I could deny it no more. I was in love with him and I wanted more than 'just sex.' I decided it was time I told him.
We had just had particularly passionate and I decided it was time to tell him.
I snuggled up to him and said "I love you."
"I love you, too," he replied.
I giggled a little.
"Good," I said, "we are officially boyfriends now."
He smiled back at me and nodded.
"You do realize this means we're going to have to tell our parents," I told him.
His face went white.
"No, we can't. My parents will never understand!" he said, panicked.
"Then they're horrible parents and you don't need them," I replied, "and if they kick you out, then I'll pout until my parents let you move in with me."
He gave me a weak smile, but still looked absolutely terrified.
My parents took it well, but they were already kind of prepared since they knew I was bi. They were a bit surprised at who I was dating though. I couldn't blame them though, I did spend most of my high school career saying what a horrible person he was and how much I hated him.
His parents, however, were much less understanding. His father reacted about in the same way he had predicted. He called us every word he could think of and told him he had an hour to move out. So we packed up as much of his stuff as we could in an hour and went back to my house. I tried to console him as best I could.
My parents agreed to allow him to move in, much to my excitement.
So here I am on our first night living together, awake because I'm sharing my bed with him.
He finally stirs and wakes up.
"What are you doing?" he asks.
"I couldn't sleep," I reply.
"Oh," he says.
"We're going shopping in the morning, by the way," I say.
"Okay, why?" he asks.
"You need a new wardrobe," I tell him.
"What? Why?" he inquires.
"You're supposed to be the gay one here," I joke, "but seriously, my boyfriend is not going to wear Wranglers and Carhartts. From now on, you will only wear American Eagle, Hollister, Aeropostale, and Abercrombie, like me."
"Why? Those are expensive!" he exclaims.
"Because clothes are about image. No boyfriend of mine is going to have a redneck image," I tell him, "and don't give me that crap about being too expensive. I happen to know you make good money milking cows with my cousin and since your papaw bought your truck for you (and paid it off I might add) you have no expenses."
"Okay," he replies defeated.
"Good boy," I say cheerfully.
"I'm sleepy. I think I can finally sleep now," I say, "night stud."
"Night," he replies.
I snuggle up to him and am soon asleep.
The next day (technically the same day, but whatever) we bought a massive amount of clothing for him (and a lot for me, too).
We managed to spend the rest of the year hiding our relationship from our mostly homophobic peers, but I'm really not sure how we managed it.
As we spent more time together, we began to be positive influences on each other. I turned him into an anime and video game junkie, I got him to bring his grades (it helps that I'm first in out class), and I brought him over to the side of nice, preppy clothes. He made me start working out with him and I began to become quite hot, if I do say so myself.
Summer arrived and we spent most of our time lounging around my pool. I loved his shirtless body. A couple of times when my parents weren't home I got him to wear a Speedo, which was quite hot.
As the lazy days of summer began to fade and our senior year approached, we agreed it would just be easier to come out to the world, for better or worse. Besides we only had to put up with one more year of high school and we'd be free of that place forever.
We knew we could overcome anything as long as we had each other.
I hope you had as much fun reading it as I did writing. If you liked it make sure you review, cuz if I get lots of good reviews I'll write a sequel.