James - Part 1

I woke up to the numbing ringing of my alarm with a small groan. I hated mornings. It took me almost ten minutes to drag my body out of the bed, my hands rubbing my face and my chest as I made my way from my room to the bathroom just down the hall in my boxers only. It was only my mom and me in my house, and I knew she'd left for work almost an hour before I got up. I sighed softly as I entered the bathroom, reaching into the shower to start it up. I walked over to the toilet and lifted the lid, leaning forward slightly so that my morning wood was angled into the bowl. I let out a relieved sigh as the yellow piss streamed from my raging hard on, giving it a soft shake as I finished. I stripped out of my boxers completely and got into the shower. I let the warm water engulf my body before I began to jerk off. I yanked at my nine inch dick until the foreskin was completely pulled back and my head was exposed. I used my thumb to tease it quickly before returning to jerking the whole thing. I let out soft moans, leaning back against the wall. Images of girls began to fill my head like they usually did when I jerked off, but really it didn't do much. Soon my mind began to wonder to a boy, Thomas Avery. What the fuck? Where did he come from. I opened my eyes quickly as if someone was in the room they'd be able to see my thoughts. Why in the hell did I just think of Thomas Avery while wanking.

Thomas was really popular at school, he was captian of the soccer and swim team, not to mention got A's in almost every class. I saw him often at school, seeing we had almost all of the same classes, but I'd never really talked to him. In reality we were just completely opposite on the social ladder of the school. Everyone knew him and adored him, while I was often ignored. I guess you could say I found Thomas attractive, but strictly in a friendly type of way. There was nothing gay about noticing that another guy was attractive. Right?

While thinking all this through, my boner had deflated greatly and I was thankful cause I wasn't in much mood to wank anymore anyway. I quickly washed my hair and body before getting out, wrapping a towel around my waist. I went back into my bedroom and shut my door, examining myself on the full-length mirror that hung on the back of it. I stared at myself and slowly ran my hand down my stomach. I didn't really have much of a six pack that was visiable, but my abs were tonned to touch. I flexed my arms a little and watched the muscles shift as i moved my arm. I guess I had a nice body. I was tall and lean, but had muscle on me. My hair was a boyish blonde, and my eyes a nice blue. I flashed a quick smile to myself before turning and finding my clothes.

I went to a private school so I was required to wear a uniform, which didn't bother me much because I had a very simple taste in clothing anyway. As I stood in the mirror fixing my tie my phone alarm began to go off, telling me that I needed to leave within the next five minutes. I quickly pulled on shoes and a jacket, grabbing my bag. As I turned toward the door I caught a glimspe of my ass, which my school pants clung to nicely. I'd been a runner my whole life, so I had a very tonned and firm ass. I tilted my head as I looked before smiling, turning again and leaving my bedroom. I grabbed a pop tart before heading to my car and making the short drive to the school.

When I got inside and walked through the crowded halls to my locker, attempting to open my pop tart as I went. I was so focused on attempting to pull this wrapper apart that I forgot I needed to pay attention to where I was going. I didn't remember until I ran right into someone, causing me to rip the wrapper right in half and send my breakfast flying. I looked up ready to flip on whoever had run into me until I saw Thomas standing in front of me.
"Oh shit dude, I didn't even see you there." He said quickly, bending over to gather my food.

I just stared at him. His voice was deep, but still really quiet, it was kinda cute. Stop James, stop. He's a guy. Stop. "Um, t-that's okay." I managed to stammer before looking like too much of a jackass.
He smiled at me with and nodded, holding the poptart in his hand. I reached for it and he pulled it back slightly. "No, you don't want this. Let me by you breakfast in the cafeteria." He said.
"No, no. It's fine. I'll just wait until lunch." I assured him, but he wasn't having it.
"No, James. This was my fault, and breakfast is the most important meal of the day." He said, flashing me another smile. God, his smile was breathtaking.

My heart leaped a little when he said my name, I never knew he knew it. "Er, sure I guess than." I said quietly ,and he again smile before making his way to the cafeteria, tossing my poptart out as he walked. I followed behind him, my eyes running over his body. You could see his muscles move under his clothes as he walked, making a shvier run through my body.

When we reached the cafeteria he allowed me to pick whatever I wanted, and I chose a bowl of Frosted Flakes. He payed and followed me over to a table, sitting down across from me. I looked up at him with a surprised look, not expecting him to stick around. He noticed the looked and lifted an eyebrow.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked.
"Nothing, I just..thought you would leave or something." I said, staring at his face.
"Not like I have anything better to do. Plus, thought maybe I could meet new people."
I nodded softly and began to eat my breakfast, keeping an eye on him.
"Do you do any sports James?" He asked, looking at my face again.
"Yeah, track." I said quietly, with a small shrug. "I'm not captian or anything, but I do fairly well." He said, smiling slightly at him.

He laughed at my teasing joke about him before nodding softly. "I guessed, you have a runners body." He said, smiling softly at me.

Did he just admit to looking at my body? No, he was obviously just glancing as an athlete. There was no way he'd ever looked at any boy, let alone me the way I'd just been looking at him in the hallway.
"Thanks." I said softly, finishing the last of my cereal just as the bell rang telling us we had three minutes to get to class. I stood up and took care of my trash. When I turned Thomas was standing there with my bag, holding it out for me.
"First hour physics right?" He asked, and I stared at him in awe. That was one of the five classes I started with him, but I never thought he noticed.

"Yeah." I said softly, nodding at him. I took my bag and we began to walk to the physics class room.
When we got there I took my usual seat in the middle of the rows, and to my surprise Thomas sat next to me. He looked at me and smiled before taking out his things. I just stared at him in disbelief. Was this happening? And why was I so excited to be near a guy. Was I..gay? He looked down at my notebook and began to doodle, thinking through this over and over. I'd been with a few girls, but I never let it end in sex. I always told myself I wasn't 'ready' or I was too young, but maybe it was because I just didn't want to be with a girl. The thought bothered me a bit. How could I be gay and not even know it myself. Just as that thought ran through my head I felt a hand on my arm and a shock run through my body.

"Dude, wanna be partners?" Thomas asked, looking at me with a smile.
I'd been completely zoned out and had no idea what he was talking about, so I just stared. "H-huh?" He said, looking around to see everyone pairing up.
"For the project, do you wanna be partners?" He asked, lifting his eyebrows at me again, making my body shiver silghtly.
"Oh, right. Yeah, sure. What..was the project about again?" He asked, with a small laugh.

Thomas chuckled and shook his head, rolling his eyes. "The toy car project? We have to built a ramp and a car, and try and attempt to make the car stop 100 yard away."
"Oh yeah," I said stupidly, I remember Ms. Young telling us that last week. I'd already began it on my own not expecting anyone to pick me as a partner when it came time to do so. "I actually have some things started." I said, pulling open my note book to a page of notes and little drawings.

"Awesome! I'm horrible at Physics really, the only class I don't get. Maybe..you could do the physics and I'll built everything?" He asked, writing something down on the corner of his paper. He tore it off and handed it to me. "Here's my number, call me tonight and we can make plans to work on the project?" He asked, standing as the bell rang. I nodded softly and took the paper, putting it in my pocket.
"Yeah." I said, and watched as he walked away. I stood there in a haze for a moment before going to my locker, then reporting to gym class.

I don't remember what we did in gym, because my mind was completely consumed with thoughts of doing something with him after school. Maybe we would go to his house, or mine Or..maybe we would do it in the park. Who knew. All I knew was I couldn't wait to be with him again, and as my thoughts raced they began to get dirty. I imagined him kissing me and touching me, making me feel a way that a girl never had. His big strong hands were gentle as they worked their way over my skin, making me whimper and moan. I would grip gently at his shoulders, and he would pull me closer.

I barely heard the whistle telling us to come in for showers because I was so lost in thought, and when I began to run towards school I felt a stong ache between my legs. I groaned quietly and slowed my pace. I had just gotten a boner from imagining having sex with a guy that I'd just only met. This couldn't be happening, could it? I went into the locker room and stripped, hiding my body as I showered. I quickly went to work on my member, again thinking of Thomas. It didn't take long before I had blew my load, making me whimper softly. I washed off quickly and rushed to get dressed and to my next class.

Thomas didn't sit by me in any of the other classes, but every once and a while I saw him looking my way, making my heart thud. In my chest. When school was finally over I gather my things from my locker and went out to the parking lot, putting my things in the backseat of my car.

"James!" I heard someone call, and I looked up to see Thomas running toward me with a grin. "Practice got canceled today, mind if I get a ride?" He asked.
I nodded softly and smiled back slightly. "No problem." I said quietly, shrugging gently. I got into the driver seat and he got into the passenger, fastening himself up. I pulled out of the driveway and onto the road, asking him where he needed me to go.
"Well, since I'm with you and I have no other homework to do tonight, why don't I just come over and we can work on our project?" He suggested, looking at me.

I glanced at him then nodded softly, taking a right toward my hour. "Sure." I said, driving the five minutes it took to get to my house.
My house was really large in comparasion to most, seeing as my mother was one of the best laywers in town. I pulled into my stall of the garage and turned off the car, gathering my things and showing him into the house.
"This is your house?" He asked in awe, looking around the large manor I called home.

"Yeah," I said, looking at him before looking down at the answering machine. I listened to a message from my mom saying it was another late night, dinner was in the fridge, and she loved me. I had to make sure it was from today, seeing as it was the exact same thing I'd heard yesterday when I returned from school.
"Your mom work a lot?" He asked softly, now standing behind me.

I deleted the message and nodded, turning to see that he was closer than I expected. "Yeah. All the time." I whispered softly, shrugging.
He looked at me and set his hand on my shoulder, rubbing gently in a soothing way, causing my crotch to twich and harden slightly. I did everything I could not to shiver at the feeling of his hand, but I couldn't help it.
"You look cold.." He whispered softly, setting his other hand on the side of my arm.

I just stared and shrugged gently, watching his face as his hands gently rubbed my arms.
"Where is your room?" He asked softly, and I pointing up the stairs.

He took my hand and began to lead me up to my room, while I followed with eyes the size of saucers, my heart racing.
What was happening right now? Was I really being lead up to my bedroom by Thomas Avery? A guy that, before today, never even knew I exsisted. When we go to my room he shut the door and locked it, although I didn't know why. No one would be home for hours. He turned to me and sat me down on my bed, slowlying opening the buttons of my shirt.
"Thomas, I-"
"Sh, don't worry James. I'm going to take care of you. Don't think I've never noticed how you looked at me in class." He whispered, his hands going lower and lower until my shirt slipped off my shoulders. "Don't you want me James?" He whispered softly, looking into my eyes.
"M-More than you know." I said before my brain had even processed the question fully.

My pants began to grow as he took off my tie, then his own shirt and tie. I gasped quietly at the sight before me. His body was defined and so nicely tanned he almost glowed. Everything about him was perfect. I wanted so badly to have that body on mine and he knew it. He slowly laid me back in bed and laid his body on mine. He looked into my eyes and smiled his gorgeous smile, his hands working over my skin just like I'd thought about all day. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around him quickly and lifted a leg, wrapping it around his hip. Our lips began to move agianst eachothers roughly, his hands quickly lost their loving gentle touch and began gripping at my body and pulling it to his with force. At first I wanted to push him back and tell him to be gentle, but what did I know about sex? He obviously knew more than me so I let him continue. We kissed so deeply so a few minutes that my tongue began to get tired. He pulled his lips away and took my lip in his mouth, biting down roughly. I groaned at as the pain coursed through my body, making my crotch stir happily. He gripped gently at his arms as he quickly undid my pants, pulling them from my body. I began to get turned on by his rouch actions, my body shivering slightly. "Mm," He moaned out as he rubbed my boxers with his hand, using just as much force as he had been the whole time. I reached up and ran my hands over his body, my breathing labored.

"I want you to suck me off." He moaned, pulling down his pants and boxers. He stood at the foot of my bed and thrust his hips forward, his cock standing straight up. His dick was only about six inches or so, but I didn't mind. It was still beautiful to me. I whimpered quietly and took him into my mouth, sucking deeply at the tip of it. He began to moan and thrust his hips forward, holding the back of my head with one hand. He gasped and gaged as he pushed himself deeply, making push against hips with all the force I had.
"Stop!" I gasped, trying to catch my breath.

"Shut the fuck up, faggot. Get up here and suck my dick. Now!" He snapped in a voice that sounded nothing like the one I had heard ealier that day.

I stared at him with fear and shook my head, slowly getting off of my bed. "What the hell?" I asked, gathering my clothes.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He snapped, snatching my clothes and pushing me back onto the bed. "I said suck it, and I meant it. Or else." He snapped, a look in his eyes that I'd never seen before.
"No." I said softly.

He laughed a laugh that I'd never heard, looking at me. "What did you just say?" He asked, leaning to my level.
"N-No. Get out." I stammered, tears on the brim of my eyes.
He laughed that laugh and suddenly I felt the back of his hand against my cheek, then sudden taste of blood in my mouth. I lifted my hand to my lip and felt the sting. He'd just busted my lip.
"Do it now, or else." He warned again.

I looked at him then nodded really fast, leaning forward. I took him in my mouth, sucking as deeply as I could. He began to moan again, his hand lifting to the back of my head. I could no longer hold in the tears that i felt as pushed his cock further into my throat, making me whimper gently. I did my best to relax but I was so worked up and sobbing so hard that I couldn't, making it that much harder to take everything he was giving me. He thrusted into my mouth quicker and harder than he had before, making me whimper louder. He moaned out and rubbed his chest, his fingers gripping at my hair.

By then I had stopped crying and was sucking as if my life depended on it, wanting this whole thing to be over. I used my tongue to rub the underside of his cock, whimpering out loudly. I felt the saltly taste of his precum coat my mouth, making me whimper. He began to moan and groan loudly and I could feel him tense, I knew this was it. Suddenly there was a gush of warm liquid that filled my mouth and throat, making me gag. I squeezed my eyes shut and swallowed as much of it as I could before I felt his hands pushing me on my back. I expect him to get on me and started on me again, but he didn't. Slowly and cautiously I sat up, watching as I dressed himself again.

"Thanks." He said, flashing me a smile like he had earlier that day. This time I saw right through it, and it pissed me off. Everything about him looked fake now, and my heart ached at the thought of everything that had just happened. He left my room and grabbed his things. I followed slowly behind him, staring at a complete loss of words. He took out his cell phone and called someone, telling them to pick him up down the street before he left without another word.

I ran to the bathroom quickly and fell to my knees, throwing up into the toilet bowl. My body shook with sobbs as he sat there, throwing up everything I had in me. I felt so used and sick and disgusted and I just wanted to curl up and die. How could that happen? Just then the front door open and I gasped, thinking he'd come back. I began to get sick again, holding my stomach as I did.

"James?" I heard my mothers voice as she came up the hall.
"Oh baby, what's the matter?" She gasped, getting to her knees next to me. She rubbed my back and my head, soothing me with meaningless work. I couldn't tell her what had just happened. I turned to her and hugged her to me, and she held me on the floor, rubbing my back until I stopped sobbing.
"Are you alright sweetie?" She said, getting up and getting a cold wash cloth, rubbing my face gently with it.

"I don't know. I just..laid down to take a nap then I woke up and started throwing up." I lied, standing as she helped me to my feet. She walked me to my room and laid me back in bed.
"Do you want pajama pants to put on? Or are you alright in just your boxers?" SHe asked, covering me with my blankets. I told her boxers was fine and that I just wanted to sleep. She nodded softly and told me she'd be downstairs, and when I woke up we could try soup and see if that helped anything.

I nodded softly and rolled away as if I was going to sleep. But I wasn't going to sleep. What the hell had just happened?

[To be continued.]

Alright, so, this is my first story with an actual story line so let me know how you like it and if you'd like me to continue. Thanks!