Before we continue on with this story, I felt it necessary to bring in some more past with the hunky man next to me.
My, sort of...sexual awakening, of sorts.
Oh, you want to hear his version? Why? It's boring and repetitive. I like girls. Maybe I don't like girls. Oh look, some sexually powerful (damn straight gays are sexually powerful. We're just more in touch with our cock-loving side) man is hitting on me. But I'm not gay. After fucking: I like cock now!
Oh, did I ruin the ending for you? Well, what does it matter. All these stories end the same way. It's just the sex you want anyway.
Don't expect some sort of twist. You're not getting one.
This is gossip, not Shakespeare. Just written in a slightly better and wittier form than most gossip.
ANYWAY...to get back on track, I guess I realized the moment I wanted Jacob was ninth grade. I knew I liked some form of man, but I wasn't sure what yet. All I knew was that the female body wasn't repulsive, it just wasn't intriguing.
It was PE class. I mean, it's PE. With sweaty jocks in hot gyms with nothing but skin tight underwear. You can't get more homoerotic than the gym.
But we were outside. It was a mile test or whatever. Run for a mile. Find out you're time. Feel bad about it on top of your exploding heart. A basic way for the government to tell you you're fat while they eat a cupcake. Insult to injury.
Mainly I kept a very steady and slow pace towards the back of the class and noone cared. Not even I. But I noticed Jacob was significantly more mature (bodily, not mentally, still dumb as a doorknob) than all the other guys. He had, dare I say it, muscles. And hair. And sweat. Oh, God, glorious sweat. It was astounding. His body glistening, his husky shoulders reflecting in the overbearing sun. Something in my crotch made my feet move faster. So I did. I went faster. And faster. I just wanted to keep staring at those shoulders. The blades moving slowly as he moved his arms back and forth. His legs jiggling as each touched earth, gracing it, his hefty muscles a surplus that some were not being used, just moving gracefully along with him.
I ended up with doing a seven minute mile. After the run, my heart kept pounding with the same intensity. While I watched him change through the corner of my eye. I was so inconspicuous back then, I'm surprised they didn't pound me for staring at his gloriously (and already defined) abs.
After that, he was all I could think about. I never really put my full self into school, so I would always end up in his classes. Each class with him, most of my blood would flow down to my lower half. Each night I would find myself rubbing yet another one out, making up all of these fantasies, coming into a towel I had to wash each week. I called it the Black towel because I would always imagine him while I jizzed on it and also, after each session I would feel a little black for doing this and never actually having the balls to fuck him. My balls were spent, anyway.
Eventually we became close. Yes, I lied earlier to make it sound like he had fallen in love with this random stranger. That never happens; it just sounds cool. In fact, we had said things to each other before. We became acquaintances, and in science we would sit next to each other. Not as friends, as in there were no seats left and the one next to him was for some reason open. Maybe he did secretly want me. I don't know. Whatever.
But when we sat together, especially early in the year, when shorts were still acceptable. he would rub his leg against mine. His hairy, gorgeous leg. The hand-crafted adonis leg, made for worship and for some special athletics. Pure man. His hairy leg, which was soft and fluffy and warm and safe would rub up against mine. And he emanated warmth. It was wonderful. Just this leg touch would make my day...and my nights.
And then we eventually got put together to do a science project.
And then eventually we ended up on my bed, first discussing the project.
And then life.
And then kiss.
And then the kiss ended.
And here we are again.
I promise, THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE THE SEX AND IT WILL BE OVER. Just wanted the cuteness, you know?
Longest oneshot EVER! Though not really a oneshot anymore.