I didn't know what it was about him. Well, that's not quite true. It was those eyes, god. Even seeing him from across the courtyard. They looked like the could just see into your very existence. Those gorgeous pink lips. I tried to deny that I wanted him. He was only a kid for god's sake. He didn't seem it.
He had quirked a smile at me, he knew I had been watching him. I didn't even know his name but I knew that I wanted to. Most of the boys in the year below and in my own year were good for a quick shag. That's just what you have to do in an all boy school, you're not exactly spoiled for choice.
I probably wouldn't have had the nerve to talk to him if I hadn't been paired with him as his mentor. Christ, he was younger than I thought. He was coy though, flirtatious. I loved it. Everything he said sounded so breathy and lyrical. I tried to be smooth and suave around him but found myself floundering. I hadn't felt like this before.
It wasn't long before I ended up showering the little boy with my affection. It alarmed me just how much he had charmed my fellow classmates. They all spoke of the little dark haired mysterious little boy. My Tim. I had to keep him, he was such a bright change to the full monotonous bravado of public school boys and their childish ways.
I would hold his hand and pull him close to me as we stood in the courtyard smoking. It seemed to confuse the other boys. No one did things like this. We may have sucked each other off but no one was allowed to be queer. I didn't care. I had won him fair and square and I would do what I liked.
Tim was always quiet. Always watching. He never gave much of a response to my admiration besides a polite and non committal thank you. I needed to understand this strange boy. I needed him to love me.